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In All My Dreams I Drown

Asirel Cain x Reader

Asirel experiences sleep paralysis.

Warnings: Insomnia, sleep paralysis

Asirel was not afraid of the dark. He had never been. The inky blackness of night had a way of soothing him. It seemed almost like the only escape from the crushing responsibility he carried during the day — almost because although the US slept, there were plenty of places around the world that were bussing with life and plenty of phone calls and e-mails he received during the dark hours.

Still, it felt different. Breathing was easier during the night. He had always enjoyed being awake while the world around him slept.

He had stretched this indulgence a little too far, it seemed.

When he first started he had finished business at perhaps one in the morning, going off to bed soon after. One had turned to two over the years, two to three. Now when he looked up from his computer screen, it was usual to see the blue tint of the early morning light, just before the sunrise. He went to bed when the sun rose, but his daily responsibilities never lessened.

Somehow, there was always more to do — more to plan, more to think about, more to work out. He was always busy, and although his hours of sleep had been steadily reduced over many years, the time he tried to wake up rarely varied.

It was becoming an issue. Asirel was very much aware of that. He had fought long and hard to reduce his hours, choosing to slip into bed as early as eleven at night, only to lie awake until the early hours anyway.

What had started as simply an unconventional sleeping schedule had developed into a more serious issue.

“Mr. Cain,” the blonde woman before him had said, giving him a sympathetic smile he thought she must flash to every patient. The sterile whiteness of her office nearly outshone the brightness of her coat, the stethoscope practically gleaming under the harsh artificial lights. “I am afraid there is not much I can do. Plainly speaking, it seems to me that you are under a lot of stress — if you reduce the stress, I am sure your insomnia will disappear.”

He had wanted to scoff but returned her smile with his own. It was polite, although a bit sardonic. “How do you suppose I do that, Doctor?”

She blinked as if nobody had ever asked her that question. “Well, it depends on what causes the stress, but either way I’d suggest—”

Physical activity. This time he did scoff, hiding it behind a cough.

Working out seemed the cure for everything, just like water. Asirel, have you tried going outside more? His mother’s words had felt mocking, and hearing the same advice from this professional who did not take his ailment seriously made a bitter taste appear in his mouth.

Headache? Drink some water. Back pain? Have you tried losing weight? Insomnia? Why, do some sports!

Pathetic. He took the prescription for sleeping pills without another word.

Sleeplessness in adults was very common, stress from work being mostly the cause of it, and although he supposed everyone experienced a bad night of sleep every once in a while — where they tossed and turned endlessly, without getting their mind to shut up as thoughts and worries swirled around until night turned to day and it felt like they had not slept at all — if these issues persisted for over half a month, things were no longer casual.

Reduce the stress she had said. How exactly could he do that, when his very existence came with a relentless pressure pushing down on his shoulders? His life was heavy. He did important things, and although he loved the responsibility and influence he had — the power. He loved the power of his job — he was the first to admit that his work had cost him many sleepless nights and hours pouring over papers at his desk with seemingly no end in sight.

The world was draining him of his strength, the love for his work — and the determination to change things according to his vision for it — faded under the relentless strain he had been under. He was at the end of his rope.

Much like a broken arm or sprained ankle, his insomnia hurt. It had causes, it had consequences. His mind felt like mush on some days, his thoughts dragging along until it took too much energy to direct their stream. His memory worsened, and the days blended — he remembered only little bursts of something, the important bits of meetings and conversations while all the rest faded to black.

How long since he had last seen his mother? A day? A week? When had his sister called? This morning? The day before yesterday? It was all a big lump of gray.

When had he last fed you? It must not have been that long ago, or else you would have complained.

Asirel was exhausted. He needed the world to stop for a day until he had his mind back together and ceased fraying at the edges. He took two sleeping pills, downing them with a large gulp of water.

They did not work as he had wished. He lay on his back, listening to the clock ticking on the other side of the room until his eyelids dropped, but he did not sleep. He lay awake for hours — still hours — until he slipped into oblivion, but his sleep was far from restful.

It felt like he did not sleep at all.

He thought he opened his eyes in the morning, looking at the rays of sun streaming in through his window. He found he could not move. His heart skipped a beat, his mind slipping into a spiral of panic that the rational part of his brain sliced through with two words: sleep paralysis.

Where were the hallucinations?

As the thought crossed his mind, he heard it. Loud banging came from the hallway, stomping that came closer and closer. His heart sped up, fear pulling him under despite knowing this was not real. He knew it, but the bangs approaching, getting louder and louder in tandem with his racing heartbeat made it hard to believe it.

He tried to close his eyes, not wanting to see what his mind would come up with to torment him, but he could not. The room would not disappear before him, and he still could not move.

Terror seized him, and he tried fighting the unshakable pressure pinning him down. The world around him felt like dough, his body limp around it as it was pushed into the mattress. There was a weight on his chest, heavy, unlike anything he had ever experienced before as it crushed him, keeping his lungs trapped.

Something moved at the edge of his vision. The stomping approached closer and closer. Asirel wanted to scream. He tried, but his mouth did not comply, there was no air in his lungs. The only thing escaping him was a low whimper. The stomping came from right beside his bed.

A figure walked into his line of vision. It vaguely looked like him, but as he stared into its pale face — too pale — he saw blood trickling from its mouth. Its hair was dirty, a dark shade of blonde with specks of deep red in it. Its black eyes stared at him as it approached.

He had never been as scared as he was now, helplessly trapped in his mind while this shadow version of himself reached out a bloodied hand towards his face. It leaned closer, hovering inches from him.

“They’re coming to make you pay,” it said, "make you pay. Pay. For all you have done, they’ll make you pay. Pay. Pay. I’ll kill you if you don’t pay. Make you pay. They’re coming. They’re coming! Hide!”

The door flung open. Asirel felt himself resurfacing. The apparition vanished, the banging stopped and he blinked his eyes open. His brain felt numb, slowly awakening with pins and needles as he turned around. He still felt heavy, barely awake as reality slowly clicked back into place.

You stood in the doorway, surveying the room with a stance that told him you were ready to lunge at an attacker. Once you realized the room was empty, your eyebrows furrowed. “I heard your heart beating out of your chest not twenty seconds ago, Asirel. What’s going on?”

The pressure on his chest had lifted, and he let out a deep sigh as he moved a hand — relief flooding when he realized he could — to rest against his forehead. What an experience. Something still felt off, and there was a creeping terror at the edge of his mind that he could not shake.

“Had,” he cleared his throat, closing his eyes to escape your puzzled expression, “had a— a nightmare, I suppose.” It was not the truth, but he did not feel like explaining sleep paralysis to you. The experience was still too fresh on his mind, and he feared talking about it might make it more real, turning this into a permanent curse. “Thanks for— for waking me.” Thanks for watching out for me.

You stared at him, the trembling in his voice and his still accelerated heartbeat telling you that something had shaken him to his core. “No problem,” you said, approaching him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Asirel gave you an uncertain look. Hesitatingly, he lifted the edge of the covers.

You chuckled, slipping in beside him. He snuggled into your arms immediately, resting his head on your shoulder and breathing in your scent.

It grounded him, having you close. Your strong arms around him made him feel secure like nothing else could, certain that you would protect him. Despite it all, he knew he could trust you — and you knew he did as you heard his heartbeat even out and his breathing deepen. “Do you mind if I—?” he mumbled, eyelids drooping.

“Go ahead. I’ll be here when you wake up,” you said, fastening your hold on him. Asirel drifted off to sleep in your arms, catching a few hours of the most restful sleep he had had in a long time.

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wildflowerblurbs · 21 days

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Late Night Negotiation | Asirel Cain

Asirel Cain x GN! Reader

CW: slightly suggestive at the end, asirel's usual dynamic with the listener, dependent behavior

A/N: don't mind me, just clearing out my drafts.

When Asirel had first referred to you as “pet,” he’d done so emphasizing the fact that you now belonged to him but, although he knew that you were motivated by your need to be wanted, he never expected this.

You were settled on the floor next to him while he sat at his desk, resting your head on his thigh as if it were the most common daily occurrence. You’d walked into his office with not so much as a knock or warning, something he’d punish others for doing but his quick acceptance of your actions made him realize that he may have spoiled you a little too much. He said nothing as you sat down on the floor and maneuvered his chair to give you the necessary room beside him. He felt you sigh in contentment as soon as you were comfortable and he couldn’t quite find any words to comment on your behavior for a good while.

It’s not like you’d caused a big scene or were trying to get his attention. You’d taken the precaution to stay quiet and seemed to just be happy in his presence. He wasn’t sure if it was the endearing nature of your actions or his newfound instinct to return your acts of affection but it was of his own volition that he’d reached down to stroke your hair while he completed his work.

To anyone else witnessing this, this would seem laughable and insane. Here you were, a creature so dangerous you could wipe out his entire estate without so much as a scrape to your own body yet choosing to simply lounge by his side like a house cat.

“And to what do I owe this warm and sudden visit, pet?” His voice finally broke the comfortable silence you’d created, his curiosity finally outweighing the importance of the work in front of him.

“…You said you were going to visit me today but you never showed up.”

Upon hearing your words, he quickly looked over at the clock on his desk and realized it was already past midnight, six hours past the time he’d promised to have dinner with you the night before. He was so caught up analyzing the intel he’d received earlier that day that he’d completely lost track of time and broken his promise to you in the process.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a heavy sigh before pushing the chair back and motioning for you to come up and sit on his lap. Despite the disappointment and slight annoyance you felt when he essentially stood you up a few hours ago, you quickly obliged him, wasting no time in settling in and resting your cheek on his shoulder.

“I apologize, pet. I’ll have my dinner schedule cleared tomorrow so I can make it up to you. How does that sound?”

You noticed that his voice carried a hint of regret at his actions. He wasn’t a gentle man by any means, but he did take responsibility when he did something wrong. It was times like these you were grateful that you chose to go with him the day he’d come to “adopt” you. He was someone you could depend on.

“I want to stay with you tonight too,” you requested, knowing that he was more likely to accept now than any other time.

His eyebrow raised at this request, the edges of his mouth seeming to fight off a smile. “Are you negotiating with me right now? It seems you’ve picked up a few things from me as of late.”

You don’t bother lifting your head from where it’s resting, opting to stay put as you fidget with the collar of his shirt and answer him, “I am simply asking my gracious master to grant me a wish to make me feel better after abandoning me.”

“I did not abandon you.”

“It sure seemed like you did.”

Ah, so that was the game you were playing, he thought to himself.

“Fine,” he relents while getting up from his chair, picking you up in the process and leading you towards his bedroom. “As your gracious master, I’ll grant you a space in my bed tonight.”

Before you can silently cheer the success of your plan, Asirel leans in close to your face and you can see unclear intent in his eyes, “But I will be the one to decide how we spend our night.”

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literary-motif · 4 months

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I Don't Forgive You

Asirel Cain x Reader

Warnings: misogyny and profanities (you get to kill the guy that does it)

His sister's despicable ex shows up at Asriel's home. You get dinner.

“What?” Asirel asked curtly, picking up the phone.

His employee stammered, clearly taken aback by his harshness. Asirel was not usually this brash with the people working for him — being calm, collected, and polite fed his image better — but today his schedule was rather busy and he did not care to be inconvenienced by frivolous things.

“There uh,” the employee cleared their throat nervously. He rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue impatiently. “There is a ‘Richard’ here to see you, sir.”

Asirel frowned, his eyes darting to his calendar. He had no meeting scheduled for today, least of all at his own home. “A what?” he huffed, distantly recalling the name being dropped in conversation before.

Richard. It sounded familiar. His sister had talked about a Richard when they had last met.

“Send him up,” he said, placing down the telephone.

“Oh and Richard, that jock-type bad boy I was seeing?” she had said, waving her fork in the air between them as she got excited about spilling some tea. “He’s history. Never met a man that entitled in my life and that’s saying something considering the dudes I’ve met. Anyways—”

He had smiled fondly at her, continuing to eat the spaghetti as he listened to her talk about the cute woman she had met at the butcher shop.

How had his sister’s ex found his way here?

The door to his study was thrown open violently, bouncing off the wall with a loud bang. A disheveled man stepped inside, not bothering with an introduction as he barged in.

He rubbed his forehead, already feeling a headache forming. He did not have time for this nonsense or whatever the hell this Richard wanted. He could see you standing in the doorway, silently hovering by Richard’s shoulder as you took in the scene before you and gave Asirel a raised eyebrow.

You looked both incredulous and amused. ‘Who’s he?’ you mouthed, pointing to the guy and chuckling quietly at his behavior. Most of all, you were shocked at Asirel for allowing it.

He rolled his eyes at your question.

“Listen, man,” Richard said, slamming his hands down on Asirel’s desk and looming over him in an effort to appear threatening. Out of the corner of his eyes, Asirel could see you slap a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing. Impassively, he continued to look at the Buffon in front of him as you licked your lips in anticipation.

Oh, today you would have a feast.

“Listen, I don’t know what that bitch told you” — Asirel blinked, expression unreadable — “but I didn’t do shit to her, alright? She can come off her fucking high horse and call me back, yeah? Damn man, tell a woman to suck you off once and she gets all pissy, right?”

Your mouth hung open in shock, eyes wide as you looked at the Richard guy. Shit, the tea was real. Shit, oh that guy was dead.

“That whore can’t tell me anything, yeah? Fucking slapped me when I pushed her to her knees, you hear me? Can’t believe I took her out for dinner for that. See, I’m a nice guy, but sometimes sluts just piss me off.”

Asirel did not betray his thoughts.

The silence in the study was thick, laden with tension that the guy only now seemed to catch up on. His slight panting was the only thing breaking the silence as Asirel pinned him in place with a look.

Richard suddenly grew uncomfortable as he took in the room around him, catching up to the fact that he was standing in Asirel’s quiet but threatening presence, whose aura seemed to darken with every second he breathed in his company.

He chuckled nervously. “Right, man?”

You could not contain your laughter anymore, snorting as you heard the guy’s heartbeat pick up in a sudden surge of fear. “Can I?” you asked, giddy with excitement as you tried your best to give Asirel convincing puppy eyes. “Oh please, I am literally begging you.”

“Just one moment,” Asirel said, slowly rising and taking one of his overflowing binders to slap it down on the guy’s hands, successfully getting them off his desk as Richard jumped back. He stared into the confused and fearful gaze of the scum sullying the peacefulness of his study.

For a moment, he contemplated ending Richard himself.

It would be an easy thing. Asirel could beat him to death with one of the iron rods he used to tend to the fireplace beside him. He could probably beat him to death with his bare fists as well, watch as the life left his eyes and the useless jerk went limp in his grip for daring to talk about his sister in such a way.

He could kill Richard. Draw it out and have his screams of pain echo through the mansion until he tore his throat to shreds and all he could muster would be a strangled plea for mercy that Asirel longed to deny him.

He could do all that if he wanted to.

Taking a breath, Asirel sat down again. “You’re not worth the effort,” he said, returning to his papers. “Don’t make too much of a mess,” he added as you stepped up to the guy, making him jump as he felt your breath on his neck.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed, trying to take a step back. You took hold of him, pushing him to the ground with no effort.

His death was quicker than you’d liked, but Asirel did say not to make too much of a mess and the screaming and desperate pleading was annoying both of you.

“Think I need an aspirin after that one,” you said, wiping the remnants of blood from your mouth. You were quite proud of yourself. Not a single drop of it had stained the carpet.

“Agreed,” Asirel said, shuffling his papers.

“On a scale of one to ten though, he was maybe like a three?” you said, snatching some papers from his desk and disinterestedly leafing through them. “Tell your sister to get in touch with tastier people next time.”

“I’ll pass on the request.”

You laughed, tossing the papers back to him. Asirel reassembled the stack with a groan. “He had some balls showing up here.”

“He had no brain,” he said, resting his head on his hand and looking up at you sitting on the edge of his desk. “What kind of idiot thinks it is a good idea to seek out me to insult my sister? That is insane.”

“People are insane sometimes,” you said, stretching. “So, any crazy ex I need to be worried about when it comes to you?”

“Certainly not.”

He fished out an aspirin, passing you the container. You took it in amusement, relishing that Asirel had not caught up on your joke. He would grunt at his absentmindedness come morning when you reminded him that drugs did not work on vampires.

“I’ve never had the time for a relationship. You see how work takes up most of my life.”

You hummed, running a hand through his hair, which he quickly batted away. “Good thing you’ve got me then, boss.”

“That’s not what you should call me.”

“Oh, I meant to tell you, but then I totally forgot. Sorry about that,” his sister would say the next time he called to check up on her, “I gave Richard your address. He wouldn’t stop bothering me and I honestly couldn’t take it anymore. Also, I thought your little pet would appreciate a home delivery, my treat.”

“They told me his blood left something to be desired and that you should choose your partners more carefully from now on.”

“Really? Well they’re not one to talk.”

“Play nice.”

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literary-motif · 1 month

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Respite

Asirel Cain x Reader

Asirel takes you to the beach at night.

This unintentionally reads a little like a continuation of Jones' fic I'm allergic to sunlight.

“Asirel?” you asked in confusion, eyeing the towel he spread out. “When you talked about getting away, I was anticipating some secret underground hideout, not” — you hesitated, watching as he knelt to brush off the sand he had gotten on the edges — “this.”

“I think this is much more enjoyable,” he said simply, letting out a deep breath when he finally sat down on it. The breeze coming in from the sea was pleasantly cool, a welcome contrast to the stifling heat that had been plaguing you for most of the day.

Why Asirel needed to enjoy his little holiday in a place so hot you did not know, but hearing the soothing crashing of the waves and feeling the fine grains of sand between your fingers when you, too, joined him on the towel, you thought that perhaps you understood his attachment to this place.

At least he had the sense only to leave his house at night.

You chuckled, feeling a sudden calmness washing over you. There was no other sound on the beach, other than Asirel’s gentle breathing next to you and the continuous, rhythmic waves. You were alone here — no doubt he liked this place for its seclusion.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to drift for a moment, relishing the rare peacefulness within you.

“Look,” Asirel breathed, breaking the comfortable silence, “isn’t it beautiful?”

You nearly groaned in annoyance, but as you opened your eyes to glare at him for disturbing your trance, you found him looking up at the sky with an expression that made you pause. He looked happy — satisfied in a way you usually never got to see him.

Asirel always strived for the better. He wanted to make the world a better place. He wanted to hold himself to his own unattainable standards and be spurred on by the bitter disappointment of unavoidably failing. At this moment, he looked truly content — with a soft look in his eyes and the corners of his mouth drawn slightly upwards.

The exhaustion you had seen on him for the past few months seemed to have melted away completely and with it all his ambition and constant worries. The lines on his face looked less drawn, he looked less gloomy, and when the gentle breeze ruffled his blond hair in a caress that made him look soft, you could not help taking his chin in your hands to tilt his head and press a lingering kiss against his lips.

He made a little noise of surprise before you felt him smile. When you drew back, he still had his eyes closed as if savoring the moment and holding onto it for as long as he could.

Asirel looked breathtaking in the moonlight, even more so now that you could practically feel how relaxed he was. Never before had you been so grateful for your heightened senses and superior sight because the image of him before you — eyes closed, hair ruffled, and lips slightly red from your kiss — would forever stay close to your heart.

“I meant the stars, you know,” he murmured, lashes fluttering before raising an eyebrow in a challenging expression that he knew you could see.

You huffed, turning away from him to look up at the night sky.

It was different from the view you were used to — not that you bothered much to gaze at the stars back home. Still, you noticed they were arranged differently. It made the view all the more special, seemingly looking up at a different part of the universe.

The inky blackness of the space between the specks of light felt less icy here, it was not the desolate black you were used to, but rather a rich, deep blue. It reminded you of the deep sea, the recesses of the ocean right before you. Surely, if you were to swim out far enough, you would find the same color somewhere in the water.

The crescent moon hung high in the sky, its yellowish glow comforting but not bright enough to illuminate the sand before you properly. It completed the picturesque scene you found yourself in, and you found yourself marveling at the beauty of existence.

“I like to make time for this at least once a year,” Asirel confessed quietly, taking another deep breath of the sea air and releasing it slowly, feeling no rush to unburden his soul to you.

He had time, and so did you.

For once, he felt no need to hurry. His ever-racing mind had slowed to a near-crawling pace, and he allowed himself to simply feel, forgetting for a moment about the dozens of folders piling up high on his desk, detailing every sector of politics, economy, and culture.

“It is good to anchor myself to reality every once in a while,” he said, sinking slowly until he felt the uneven sand softly digging into his back. He glanced at you, patting the space beside him.

You looked at him for a moment, frowning at his request for closeness — normally you were the clingy one — but following it nonetheless. Laying down beside him, you shifted until your shoulder pressed against his. You felt the heat radiating off him, a silent reminder of the rushing blood in his veins and the delicious meal it would make no doubt later tonight.

“This is the only thing that matters, in the end,” he said, nodding to the sky, “this is reality — not the things humanity has created, society, politics, and money. Sometimes I forget there is a world beyond all our illusions, something real and tangible and much grander than everything we have made. I only need to look up at the sky and see the stars twinkle in the darkness, and I remember the charade I play a part in.”

“How bleak, Asirel,” you said, observing the path of a shooting star. “Although I suppose you could use some humbling. Memento Mori; it is good to be reminded of it from time to time.”

He chuckled. You felt it reverberating through his chest as his shoulders shook lightly. “Comforting words to hear from someone who is technically immortal.”

“Nothing lasts forever,” you said.

“No, I know,” he said, closing his eyes to savour the moment, “not even the universe does.”

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literary-motif · 4 months

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To Bury A Friend

Asirel Cain x Reader

The world twists when he hears the news, voice muted to his own ears as he replies to the person on the other end of the telephone, telling them how to clean up the mess.

Asirel’s heart is heavy in the silence of the disconnected call.

“Fragile human life,” you muse in false sympathy, led astray by his calm demeanor.

To you, this is just another one dead in the dangerous game of the Collective, not one of his closest acquaintances, not one of the few people he had called friends.

“Poor Vic will have a closed casket.”

“Get out!”

#sakuverse #zsakuva #asirel cain x reader #asirel cain #zsakuva asirel #drabble #not at all funny we share a name...

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literary-motif · 4 months

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Asirel fluff when reader first gets to the court??:33

Trust Me

Asirel Cain x Reader

The first thing you felt was the soft mattress as you slowly regained consciousness. Awaking seemed like a battle against the heaviness trying to drag you down again, and you let out a low groan as you slowly opened your eyes.

“Finally awake, then?” said a voice beside you, making you sit up in an instant.

Asirel sat a short distance away, holding a folder in his hands and looking up at you with a self-satisfied smile. He placed the folder aside, leaning forward to inspect you more closely.

“Like what you see?” you teased to mask your nervousness. The room was too quiet. The scene was too peaceful and the bed was too soft. Something would happen any moment now.

Asirel narrowed his eyes at you, sitting up properly again. “I do actually, yes,” he said. “You don’t appear to be suffering from any side-effects, which is a relief. I did hear they optimized the drug used to, well—”

“Knock us out?”

“Put you to sleep,” he finished. “Welcome to your new home. This room is yours. I hope you find everything to your liking and if not, tell me and I shall have it changed.”

You looked around, focusing on the corners and trying to find anything that contradicted Asirel’s hospitality towards you. This was all too picture-perfect, you were just waiting for the truth to reveal itself.

“Were you watching me the entire time?” you asked, swinging your legs over the bed. Dizziness hit you immediately, making you wince and close your eyes.

“Of course not,” Asirel said, passing you a glass of water which you eyed wearily before rejecting. “I simply did not want you to wake up alone. You should drink.”

“I’m fine.”

“I insist.”

You took the glass, set it down on the bedside table, and pinned Asirel to the floor in a smooth motion. He hit the ground with a surprised grunt. You waited, eyes darting across the room.

There was nothing. No reaction to your attack. You could kill him if you wanted.

“No gas? Or needles? Nothing, really? Not even chains or ropes or something? Where’s your security?” you asked, averting your gaze to look at him again.

Asirel raised an eyebrow. There was no fear in his eyes, but you detected slight amusement and a hint of pity. “You are my security,” he answered. “I have told you before, I’m not going to hurt you or keep you prisoner. That is not how I work with people.”

You searched his gaze, trying to find any hint of insincerity. His heartbeat was steady, and he met your gaze unflinchingly. You frowned. It all seemed too good to be true.

“If you’re not intent on killing me, might I suggest we move this conversation to a more comfortable place? The floor hardly seems fitting.”

You sat up, letting go of him. “Well, pardon me, but I haven’t exactly been in the most welcoming places recently. I think I am allowed to be a bit cautious!”

He hummed, straightening his tie. Standing, he held out a hand to help you up as well. “I don’t blame you,” he said, leading you to the bed and sitting beside you, “I should tell you that it takes more than throwing me down to make me afraid. Are you hungry?”

“Are you offering?” you responded, licking your lips at the prospect of a meal. It had been so long since you had fed properly.

“I am,” he said, loosening his tie and exposing his neck to you. “Don’t be too greedy. I’ve had a long day.”

You blinked. “Just like that?” you asked incredulously, “there are no special bars to protect you now. I could just” — you got closer to him, grazing your teeth along his neck threateningly — “drain you if I wanted.”

He sighed, reaching up a hand to thread delicately through your hair. “I know,” Asirel said, gently pushing your face into his neck until he felt the prick of your teeth. “This doesn’t work if we don’t trust each other.”

“Fine,” you said when you had drunk your fill, sealing his wounds.

Asirel could feel a headache approaching from the blood loss. He rubbed his forehead, hesitating for a moment before taking the glass of water you had previously rejected, which you now presented to him with a smirk.

“I will try to,” you said, rolling your eyes at his hum of acknowledgement. “Anyway, care to show me around? Or would you prefer we do that in the morning?”

“The morning should be best—”

You snuck an arm around him, dragging Asirel onto the bed and trapping him in a hug. “Perfect, then. More time for us to exercise trust.”

He huffed, shifting in your embrace until he was comfortable. “I don’t see how this will do it, considering I am at a disadvantage here,” he said, but his eyes were already closed as you began running your hand through his hair, making him sink deeper into the bed as his body relaxed.

You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder and listening closely as his heartbeat evened out, gently lulling you to sleep as well. “I think we’re both profiting splendidly.”

#found out I can't write fluff evidently #sakuverse #zsakuva #zsakuva asirel #asirel cain #asirel cain x reader #asirel

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literary-motif · 4 months

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hiiiii 💕💕💕 is there a chance that you could write some Asirel nsfw? 😔 i am starved for Asirel, what’s a girl to do? 😔

Bound (NSFW)

Asirel Cain x Reader

Warnings: bondage, dom/sub undertones

“What is up with you today?” Asirel asked, glancing up from the papers and looking at you. It was almost eerie. You were standing by the window, staring out of it unmoving.

“Don’t know what you mean,” you muttered, holding eye contact with the security guard outside. He might pretend not to be scared, but you had picked up the loud thumping of his heartbeat when he had looked up, finding your relentless gaze fixed on him as if he were your prey.

There was something so entertaining about watching Asirel’s staff scurry away from you, trying to keep up the farce of being fearless and tough when you could smell the terror on them. It was the best part of your day.

Asirel sighed quietly, putting down the papers. “Pet!” he said sternly, trying to shake you out of your reverie. No matter how much you loved toying with his people, they were still his to protect, and he could not allow you to poison the atmosphere of their work environment. Dissatisfaction and fear were the most likely reasons for betrayal, after all.

You did not budge from your place near the window, continuing to stare into the poor man’s soul. “What, boss?” you asked tauntingly. Asirel’s preferred title had yet to roll off of your tongue.

He got up, standing beside you and looking out of the window as well. As soon as the security guard spotted Asirel’s glare, his eyes widened and he turned his back, resuming his work.

“You’re no fun,” you whined, turning to face him with a pout.

Asirel rolled his eyes. “How many times must I tell you to stop bothering my employees?”

“Killjoy,” you said, reaching out a hand to run your fingers over the exposed skin of his neck. You smirked, knowing exactly what to do to stave off your boredom now. If Asirel was so adamant about you leaving others alone, he would have to be your plaything instead.

He took a step back, shaking off your hand. “I don’t have time for this,” he said, turning his back to you to walk towards his desk again.

You wrapped your arms around his chest, pulling him against you firmly and trapping him in place. Today, you had decided to be a menace on purpose. He did not even try to fight your embrace.

“Come on, you’ve been at it for hours without a break,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. The soft kisses you began placing on his neck made him shudder, but Asirel kept firm, not otherwise reacting to your advances. “I could think of better ways to spend the evening,” you purred, holding him in place with one arm as your hand moved up to grasp his hair.

You tilted his head back with a harsh tug, smirking at the soft moan he let out. It was so easy to rile him up, especially when he had sat at his desk all day, drowning in work until his eyes threatened to fall shut.

“Fine,” he breathed, allowing himself to melt against you as your teeth grazed his neck. Part of him wondered if you had compelled him sometime in the past to bend to your wishes, but the rational part of his mind told him that, no, you simply had that sway over him.

There was something both scaring and exciting about having you so close to him, knowing you could tear him apart in an instant if you so wished — plunge your teeth into his neck and drain his blood until he crumbled, put your hand over his face until he suffocated in your arms — but you chose not to.

He loved the game you played, allowing him the illusion of control while it was you who had all the cards.

You smiled against the skin of his neck. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” you said, loosening your hold on him. Asirel stumbled back. Your arm shot out, steadying him with a laugh. You did not miss the light tint of red on his cheeks.

“Why do I indulge you?” he asked with a shake of his head as you gripped his arm and dragged him out of the study.

“Because you need me,” you said, pushing him against the door to your room, making it fall shut as you kissed him against it. “In more ways than one,” you teased, feeling his quickening heartbeat against your chest and hearing the stutter in his breath as you brushed against the bulge in his pants.

Asirel hummed, recollecting himself for a moment before placing his hands on your shoulders and guiding you towards the lavish double bed. You had insisted on a large bed, and he had granted your wish, of course, never expecting that the reason behind your request would be that he shared it so often.

The back of your legs hit the mattress, but before he could push you onto it, Asirel found himself on his back instead as you hovered over him with a devious smirk. You were straddling his hips, slowly grinding against him as your hands loosened his tie.

He groaned, running his hands up and down your sides as he fumbled to pull some of your clothes off as well.

You gripped his wrists, pinning them over his head with a smooth movement that left him breathless. You clicked your tongue, gazing down at him. “Impatient, are we?” you asked teasingly, your eyes dark with desire, “maybe I should secure them with your tie to make sure you keep your hands to yourself.”

Asirel gasped, his cock twitching at the thought of being tied up as you had your way with him. He could feel himself sinking deeper into the mattress as you squeezed his wrists, looking down on him with a familiar hunger in your eyes. It made desire coil deep inside him, knowing you could do anything to him.

He trusted you more than anyone else. You had no reason to betray him, and although he did not know your ulterior motives or the game you were playing in the long run, he recognized the mutual benefits of your relationship. There was no one he could trust more than a person who had the power to end him but chose not to.

You could hear the whine he tried to bite back as the fingers of your free hand traced his exposed chest. “Or maybe—” you said with a smirk, rolling over.

Asirel blinked, bracing himself against the mattress as you looked up at him with mischievous eyes. He caught his breath after a moment, processing the reversal of your roles. You took one of his hands, guiding it to hold your wrists in place over your head. “Oh,” he breathed, his gaze flickering to your eyes again, “are you sure?”

You hummed, opening your fists to present his tie to him in a silent request for him to bind you up. “I promise not to break it,” you purred, relinquishing your control to him.

Asirel seized it readily, taking his tie and releasing your wrists. He sat up, his gaze unwavering as he looked at you. “Strip,” he commanded, and for the first time, you obeyed him without thought. “Very good,” he said when you laid back down, his eyes roaming over your body, “Good to know you can be good when you want to. Hands over your head, pet.”

“Don’t push it,” you warned as he bound your wrists with his tie, making sure the knot was secure. The feeling of the fabric restraining you, keeping you from moving freely, made a sigh fall from your lips.

It was nice not being in control for once and allowing someone else to take charge. You would never allow yourself to bow to Asirel’s every wish as another puppet on his strings, but here, in the privacy of your bedroom, you could enjoy the heaviness of life, its decisions and consequences lifting as you surrendered yourself to him.

“Too tight?” he asked in a whisper, searching your gaze for any sign of discomfort.

“You couldn’t tie me up too tight if you tried.”

He took your chin in his hands, forcing you to maintain eye contact as he leaned closer until your noses were nearly touching. “I asked you a question,” he said calmly, making you shiver despite yourself.

You were torn between continuing to push his buttons or relaxing into the mattress and obeying. Asirel’s eyes narrowed as if he could see the gears turning in your head. He shifted, moving one of his legs to part yours and making you decide the latter. “It’s fine,” you breathed.

He hummed, leaning down to press teasing kisses on your chest. “Good,” he muttered against your skin, his hands softly caressing your sides.

You groaned, squirming under his touch. “Come on,” you said, bucking your hips as his teeth grazed the inside of your thighs, making you burn with longing. His teasing made you consider going back on your word, ripping apart his tie to pin him down instead and do something about the bulge you saw fighting its restraints.

One look at the desire in his eyes made you discard that idea. You could smell the pleasure on him and how much he enjoyed winding you up like this — slowing down and taking his time to shower you with kisses. It made you feel vulnerable in a way you never had before, only amplified by your restraints, and as much as the heat in you rose and demanded satisfaction, you resigned yourself to match Asirel’s pace instead.

He took his sweet time.

“Impatient, are we?” he parroted your earlier words back at you as he kissed your neck, sucking lightly on a spot under your ear that had you reeling.

One of his hands was buried in your hair, tugging at the strands and making you gasp as the other caressed your chest with a feather-light touch. He was kneeling in between your legs, his hips slowly grinding against you and giving you just a taste of the friction you so desperately craved.

“Fuck,” you could not suppress a whine, hands balling into fists to keep yourself in check. “Enough with your games!”

He chuckled, tilting his head until his warm breath against the shell of your ear made you shudder. “Beg,” he whispered.

You scoffed, closing your eyes as his sweet scent washed over you. “Seriously?”

Asirel hummed, continuing his teasing until you sighed in defeat.

“Fine, alright,” you said, making him raise his head, a pleased smile on his face as he looked at you. “Please.”

“Please, what?” he quipped, taking full advantage of having you at his mercy.

“Please, boss.”

“So close,” he said in false sympathy, leaning down to continue his play with your senses.

You would break soon, he knew. He could hear it in the catching of your breath and the noises tumbling from your lips.

“Fine!” you groaned, “Enough, alright. Please.” He looked at you again, waiting. You huffed. “Please, master,” you mumbled.

“What was that?” he smirked, “I couldn’t hear you.”

“Fuck you!”

“You, actually,” he said, “Unless you want to stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” you groaned, feeling his smile against your skin.

Asirel sat up, shrugging the remaining clothes from his body before leaning down to kiss you again. “Ask and you shall receive,” he muttered, entering you with slow thrusts until he was buried all the way inside you.

You moaned at the stretch, closing your eyes again at the feeling of being stuffed full with every roll of his hips. Asirel kept his thrusts steady, wrapping an arm around your back to keep you close and burying his face in your neck to muffle his soft grunts and groans.

“Fuck,” you gasped as he picked up the pace, the bed squeaking as the quick movement of his hips made you bounce on the mattress. “Shit, ‘sirel!” you mumbled, your fists clenching around nothing as you tried to find something to hold onto.

He freed his arm from around your back to change position. You mewled as he reached even deeper inside you, hitting your sweet spot over and over as he filled you up. His hand found yours, holding them tightly as a choked moan escaped him.

You could hear the thundering heartbeat in his chest, matching yours as he continued pounding into you relentlessly. “Look at me,” he gasped, slowing his thrusts until your eyes fluttered open. “I want to see you— ah— I want to look into your eyes.”

“Romantic,” you chuckled, gaze filled with warmth as you looked at him. You squeezed his hand as you shuddered, eyes rolling back as you came with a long moan.

Asirel followed a moment later, the sight of your blissed-out expression pushing him over the edge. He panted heavily, leaning down to rest his head beside yours and catching his breath.

You smiled, turning your head to kiss his cheek. Asirel hummed, drawing himself up and freeing your wrists a moment later. He rolled off of you slowly, keeping your wrists in his hands and massaging the reddened skin.

“The ointment I have should work for vampires as well, I think,” he mused tiredly, stifling a yawn. He tried to get up, but you pulled him back against your chest with a firm pull on his waist.

“Later,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder as your arms wrapped around him. His sweet scent made your mouth water in anticipation of his taste. For now though, you were content to have him safely tucked away against your chest.

He was all yours, after all.

#very true anon #same #sakuverse #asirel cain x reader #asirel cain #zsakuva asirel

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Blood Pact

Asirel Cain x Reader

“Look at you, all disheveled,” you tease, running a hand through Asirel’s hair and making him huff in annoyance.

He is lying on the bed, trying to catch his breath. Perhaps you overindulged today, but it is good to challenge him sometimes.

“You’ve been a very good snack,” you say, snickering when he rolls his eyes, ceasing his attempts to rise as the world spins around him. “I’ve got a gift for you, boss.”

You hand him a vial of your blood, smirking when his eyes light up, remembering the virtues of vampire blood.

“Thank you, pet. I appreciate it.”

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People Pleasing's Never Good For Your Health

Asirel Cain x Reader

Asirel forgets to feed you.

Warnings: talk of starvation

Asirel, while being the kindest human you had encountered in a while, certainly was not the nicest. He was cold, calculating and gave you the impression that — despite saying otherwise — he wanted to earn your trust and good grace only to exploit you further down the road.

In his line of business, the selfishness he exuded certainly came in handy. At least, that was what you assumed based on the cryptic allusions he had made about it. It had not been easy to understand what your new occupation for him would entail since he was adamant about evading all your questions about himself, his life, and his work.

You accepted without hesitation regardless, jumping at the prospect of getting out of the chains digging into your skin, shackling you to the wall, and escaping the underground cell you had been placed in. There had been so little stimuli for your heightened senses during your time of captivity that with every passing day, it felt more and more like you were losing your mind, another piece of you chiseled away by the darkness and loneliness and quiet.

It was different with Asirel.

The mansion you were staying in was large and, despite Asirel’s obvious trust issues, had various people rushing in and out throughout the day. Not that you minded the commotion they caused. On the contrary, the sound of them going about their work made you feel calm. The smell they brought with them, their occasional touch when they brushed you in the hallway, made you slowly leave the rotten cage behind, which had shackled you for so long, and start feeling alive again.

Due to Asirel being so closed off, however, he did not exactly specify what you could and couldn’t do now that you were officially his, well, pet, and you did not want to risk upsetting him so soon into your collaboration.

What he had asked of you was not difficult to achieve, honestly. Watching over him, protecting him from some humans that might want to one-up him sometime in the future: no problem at all. You could snap all his assailants like a twig. Asirel was perfectly safe with you.

Standing in the kitchen now, the cook behind the kitchen aisle happily chatting to you about their two cats while slicing bread, the thought hit you that this was the happiest you had been in a long while.

You had your own room, which you could leave at your own volition to roam around the house and interact with people who, surprisingly, did not treat you like a monster or some creature to be afraid of. Of course, there was the occasional employee who would duck their head and find the most absurd excuse to leave the room when you entered, but they were oddly rare. Most of the staff, especially the cook, seemed mildly intrigued by you, treating you as just another part of their uncommon lives.

It was all rather charming, if not for a very substantial issue you did not know how to raise with Asirel: he had not let you feed in what felt like ages.

Vampires did not need to feed as often as humans did, so much was true, but at least once a week would be nice. Once every two weeks would also be acceptable if Asirel could only arrange for that much, but it had been a month since he had taken you in and ever since giving you his blood while you were still in your cell, shackled to the wall, he had not opened his veins again for you. That was a considerable time to go without fresh blood, and you had started to feel light-headed, occasionally having a spike of agony rise deep within you at being starved. Again.

You had been given next to nothing to eat during your captivity as a way to keep you weak and pliable for your capturers, but now, being tasked with protecting someone, you bitterly wondered how exactly you were supposed to do that efficiently and to the best of your abilities if Asirel did not give you enough to eat to restore your full potential.

A part of you wondered if he was doing it on purpose, keeping you weak because he did not trust you. Maybe he was afraid of what you would do, of what you could do if you wished, both to him and all the people in his care. But that would be unreasonable. Why get you in the first place, then? What use was a weak vampire? How would they protect him, when they themself were a potential threat if they lost their senses from sheer hunger?

More probable was the thought that Asirel simply did not know better. Of course, he had seemingly dealt with vampires and other beings for a long time during his career, but that did not mean he knew their requirements regarding the quantity of food they needed.

You had wanted to bring it up, but the unreasonable part of yourself — the mistrustful one — held onto the thought that he knew exactly what he was doing, and did not want you to feed for whatever reason. To keep you weak. To test you and find out how far he could push you until you caved.

You did not dare to ask him for blood he would not give of his own accord, which left you here, leaning against the wall of the kitchen and trying to follow along to Tay’s words as best as you could to distract you from the hunger eating you up from the inside.

“I know you’ve probably seen a lot of places,” they said, drying the salad leaves, “and I envy you for that. I’ve always wanted to go to Europe. Just imagine the beaches of the Mediterranean. Or the fog slowly creeping around the trees of the German Schwarzwald!”

“Why have you never gone, then?” you asked, eyeing the half-finished sandwich with disdain, “I’ve got some connections, I believe. If you want, I could inquire about the best places to visit.”

Tay blushed, stuttering out a quick thank you before declining the offer. “I mean, this job pays very well. That’s not the issue. I’m just thinking about going on this trip when I get married, like on a honeymoon,” they said, breaking into a beaming grin that would outshine the sun, “but I don’t think my fianceé’s ready yet. I’ll just wait. The Schwarzwald is not going anywhere. Besides, I have the two fur balls to look over, and I— damn!”

The scent of blood hit you an instant before Tay’s hiss of pain did. You inhaled sharply, mouth-watering, and muscles seizing at the acute reminder that food was within your grasp if you only dared to reach for it.

Mistaking your intake of breath for a gasp of worry, Tay reassured you quickly, cleaning their bleeding finger under the faucet before wrapping it in a tissue, “I’m fine really. I was distracted by the trees and my knife slipped. Nothing to worry about, I assure you.”

They turned around, shooting you a smile meant to be comforting, oblivious to your predicament. Distantly, you thought that they must have forgotten that you were a vampire, or they trusted you so much not to be afraid to bleed near you since they assumed you had yourself under complete control. You were not sure which of those answers made your heart ache more.

The feeling of hunger was only increasing, and no matter how much you tried to distract yourself by pushing your back further against the wall, you could feel the tread of your control slowly wearing down. You would snap any moment now. “Leave,” you bit out through gritted teeth, the confused tilt of Tay’s head only furthering your irritation, “Leave the room. I’m serious.”

“But I—” they began hesitantly, looking at you with wide eyes that shone with something akin to hurt, “I have not finished my work yet.”

You could no longer contain yourself, rushing towards them with unnatural speed. The smell of blood was all you could focus on, and it was so close you could almost taste the liquid in your mouth. It did not matter that it was Tay bleeding; the person who had opened up to you immediately and tried their hardest to make you feel comfortable in your new environment. It did not matter because the prospect of feeding after being denied for so long was just so intoxicating that it numbed your mind, letting your primal instincts take over.

“And pet,” Asirel had said after giving you a short tour of the house and introducing you to those under his care who worked in it regularly, “if you hurt any one of my employees, I’ll stick you back in a cage you will never get out of. Do I make myself clear?”

You braced yourself against the kitchen aisle at the last instant, gripping it with strength so crushing you wondered why it did not splinter under your hands. Tay had taken a hurried step back, their back hitting the counter and their hands raised as if trying to fend you off.

“Leave!” you growled again, closing your eyes to focus on your breathing and drown out the sound of the erratic heartbeat — pumping fresh, delicious blood in abundance — on the other side of the room.

“What is going on here?” Asirel’s sharp voice cut through the haze in your mind, the thought of blood momentarily forgotten as a sense of dread overcame you. “What did you do?” he hissed angrily, moving to stand beside you as if waiting, daring you to move and attack.

You looked up to Tay, who was still standing as far away from you as they could, frozen in shock and fear. Their wide eyes and rigid posture made your heart break. ‘A monster,’ you could see it reflected in their gaze on you, ‘I was befriending a monster.’

“I—” your voice caught on the first syllable.

“It’s my fault, really,” Tay said quietly, a forced smile appearing on their face, “I was careless, cutting myself in the kitchen. They just—”

Asirel raised a hand, making them fall silent. “I told you to behave,” he said, his tone of voice turning his words into a threat.

It made you bristle. Still refusing to look at him, you kept your gaze on the sandwich on the counter. The image of food reminded you of the pain cursing through you, the pain he was responsible for. The rage suddenly twisting sharply inside you forced you to take a steadying breath. “It would be easier to behave,” you snapped with as much venom as you could muster, “if you were not starving me!”

A part of you had expected Asirel to laugh at that, perhaps to mock you about how easy you were to break — at how pathetic it was that you were not brave enough to take what you needed for yourself — but he did not. The suffocating silence engulfing the room instead made your skin crawl with anticipation and uncertainty.

Clearing his throat, Asirel began to speak. “Tay,” he said calmly, but you could hear the underlying tremor in his voice, “Leave. Take a break, it’s alright.”

For a moment, it looked like they wanted to protest or say something, but a single look from Asirel made them swallow their words. They ducked their head and exited the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone together.

“I did not mean to snap at you,” you apologized in a whisper, but Asirel was not paying you any attention. He was busy removing his suit jacket and rolling up his left sleeve. You glanced at him, a frown on your face. “What are you doing?”

Asirel chuckled humorlessly. “What, you tell me I am starving you and expect me to just move on from that? I know you haven’t known me long, but I would have thought that you at least had some vague idea about the person I am. Now come on” — he held his arm out towards you — “drink. I know you want to, pet. You need to.”

He was right. But the overwhelming need to feed was exactly why you were hesitant to do so. You did not know how far you would go once you tasted blood, and you did not want to risk draining Asirel. “I—” you stuttered, as he kept looking at you expectantly, “I’m afraid I won’t stop.”

“I trust you,” he said without hesitation, “Come on now, I can see you’re fighting to restrain yourself. Give in, it’s alright.” Asirel stepped closer to you, making you fight the urge to take a step back. His heartbeat was even louder now, drowning out everything else. “I give you permission.”

Your resolve broke. Slowly at first, you began feeding, but the sweet taste of his blood in your mouth made you crave more and more. It had been so long that you could not help yourself now, finally allowed to satiate your hunger.

The soft grunts and hisses from Asirel barely registered as you continued, oblivious to everything but the satisfaction of finding relief. “Right,” he said hoarsely, “That’s enough for now.” You did not stop, too caught up in the bliss to notice his words. “Pet?” Asirel brought his free hand up to tread through your hair, pulling slightly to get you to release his arm.

With a herculean effort, you let go of him. “Pardon,” you mumbled, licking your lips to savor every last drop of his blood. Admittedly, you felt a lot better. The pain tearing at you had subsided, and you could feel renewed energy flowing through you.

When you looked back at Asirel, you found him leaning heavily against the counter, trying to catch his breath. He looked pale. A thin layer of sweat had appeared on his forehead and his hands shook as he tried to loosen his tie. “I just need a moment,” he said weakly, and you could see him swaying where he stood. “Just a moment, and then you can keep—”

You pulled up a chair from the kitchen table, grabbing his arm to keep him from falling as you helped him sit down. “Did I take too much?” you asked, narrowing your eyes as you undid his tie and opened the first button of his dress shirt. With quick steps, you walked around the kitchen aisle and grabbed the sandwich Tay prepared, bringing it to Asirel.

“No, not at all,” he answered quickly, eyeing the food. “I have just had something to eat. I’m fine.”

You kneeled, catching his gaze. “Asirel, I need you to be honest with me on this, please,” you said firmly, and the seriousness and gravity of your voice made him pause, “Did I take too much?” The burning intensity of your eyes entranced and confused him in equal measures, making him forget that you had not called him by his preferred title.

He considered your question for a moment, holding eye contact. “No,” he said with confidence, “You did not. It was fine, pet. Don’t worry.”

His response made you breathe a quiet sigh of relief. “Good,” you whispered to yourself. Asirel’s fingers running slowly through your hair brought you back to the present, raising your eyes to look at his somber expression. “Eat, please. You need the energy after the blood I took from you.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” he asked instead, continuing to play with your hair. You looked away, unable to meet his piercing gaze, but he stopped you, tilting your chin up with the fingers of his free hand. “Don’t look away from me, pet. Why did you not tell me you were suffering?”

“It was not a priority,” you said quietly, “and you seemed to be versed enough with vampires that I assumed you knew what you were doing, so what use was there in reminding you?”

For a moment, Asirel’s gaze softened. His expression turned from his usual mask of being entirely in control of a situation into one of anguish and guilt. He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it. He exhaled slowly, and the hard look in his eyes returned a moment later. “From now on, tell me,” he said, taking a bite of the sandwich, “I can help.”

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Memento Mori

Isaac Rhoades x Reader

You are in trouble. Isaac finds you.

Four months late to the party, but I managed it in the end. I had the idea for the twist randomly two-ish months ago, and stubbornly refused to write the fic since then. Thank you to @chilliesillie & @kieran-rhoades for the idea.

“Isaac, are you listening to me?” Asirel asked, eyeing the man on the other side of the desk with a deep frown. It was not like Isaac to be distracted, especially when they were going over cases. Still, since he had been here, Isaac continuously glanced at his phone like a teenager waiting for a reply from their crush. “What is the matter?”

He did not even have the shame of looking guilty. Isaac merely shook his head, biting his lip nervously as he unlocked his phone again, checked his calls, then messages, turned up the ringtone, and locked it, sparing Asirel a brief look before returning to the files in his hands.

“I’m waiting for a call,” he answered drily.

Asirel suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. This would not do.

“From whom?” he asked, setting aside the papers of the case and turning to his laptop. He had his ways to find people anywhere in the world. Whoever it was Isaac was checking up on -- and Asirel had a sneaking suspicion -- he would find them in no time.

He did not bother waiting for a reply before starting to type, images of CCTV cameras pulling up on his screens depicting you walking down a crowded avenue, no doubt returning from an investigation. That had not been twenty minutes ago.

“It looks like your pet project is busy,” he commented, relishing the dark scowl Isaac shot him at his nickname for you. In truth, sometimes nothing delighted Asirel more than teasing him a little for his obvious affection for you. He had warned him of it many times, reminding him that he was setting up his heart to be broken.

In their line of work, the shot delivered by their enemies was always aimed at the heart. It was why Asirel prided himself on not having one -- no affections meant no weakness. Isaac had followed that example in perfection for many years, and Asirel was sorrowful watching his creeping demise. It was only a matter of time now.

“They are not my ‘Pet,’ Asirel,” Isaac said, his tone venomous, “and if you call them that again, I will remind you that it is well within my capabilities to abandon this case and any other you have me working on and leave you to fend for yourself.”

Asirel did not even blink, an amused grin adorning his face. Isaac was a delight to meet again in person, if not for the valuable insight he brought to the table, then for his very unique character.

“Are you that worried?” he asked instead, tearing his eyes away from the screen -- and your lone figure walking down a smaller, more secluded alley, no doubt on the way to where you had parked your car -- and settling on Isaac.

His jaw was clenched, the lines on his face rigid as he wrung his hands and checked his phone again. “They usually check in with me after talking with a client,” he admitted in a murmur, “and they did not reply to my messages.”

“Maybe they are driving?” Asirel asked, his idea immediately disproven as he pulled up another tab. The car was still parked, standing prettily by the edge of the road you had left it on, and you were not in it.

“The car hasn’t moved,” Isaac said, “I don’t know what they could be doing for this amount of time. They should be in it by now. They should be driving by now, Asirel. Where are they?”

“Well,” Asirel replied, watching you walk into the alley but never coming out on the other side. Of course, this very street would have a blindspot for his surveillance technology. “It looks like they got held up in an alley off Excelsior Road.”

Isaac was on his feet in an instant. He shuffled his papers into the folder, making them stick out around the margin but not caring about it in the slightest.

Asirel watched him gather his things, stuffing the papers in the leather briefcase he had brought before turning to him with wide eyes, his breathing elevated and his jaw so rigorously tense, he feared Isaac would break down in tears right there in his office. If he looked closely enough, he was sure he could see Isaac’s hands shaking.

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, leaving his coffee untouched on Asirel’s desk as he stormed out of the room.

“Call me about the case,” Asirel called after him, only half-heartedly believing Isaac was in any state to comprehend what he had told him. The thought crossed his mind that it was probably not the best idea to let him drive in this state, but it was already too late for that anyway.

Asirel’s gaze fixed on the CCTV camera and the alley only it allowed him a small glimpse into.

In truth, Isaac had every right to be concerned. Asirel got the feeling that things looked bleak for you.

Isaac ran down Excelsior Road, his heart beating frantically as he got closer and closer to the alley Asirel had told him you had walked into.

You were fine. You had to be. He did not know what he would do if you weren’t.

He felt sick to his stomach, nausea churning in his stomach from worry and doubts and fear.

Why had he let you go alone? Why did he not insist on only doing cases together when you had pushed him for more independence? What possessed him to let you wander off alone? Why had he set up the possibility for you to be hurt?

This was his fault. His fault.

He was supposed to look after you. He had promised you he would protect you.

Isaac called out your name, bracing a hand against the wall of the alley as his legs threatened to give out. His instincts kicked in, his other hand hovering over the gun he kept on him as his eyes darted around, assessing the location he found himself in.

There was no sound other than the rushing blood he heard in his ears and the thundering heart he felt against his ribcage.

He took hesitating steps inside the alley, his gaze roaming over the ground in search of anything that would tell him you had been here.

His heart seized painfully at the first drop of blood he saw before him. Isaac blanched, raising his gaze slowly to look at the large streak of blood on the ground further ahead, leading to a nook in the alley.

Time slowed. His body felt heavy, and Isaac had to fight against this sudden force trying to drag him to the ground with every fiber of his being. He moved, creeping towards the blood. His ears were ringing.

A voice in his head screamed at him to stay alert, to keep a hand above the gun, to grip it, to pull it, but he paid no mind to it. He was an easy target, he knew. Anyone could seize this opportunity and end him, he knew. He just didn’t care.

“Pickle?” Isaac rasped, stepping around the blood and turning the corner.

Your eyes met. Isaac wanted to sob in relief at having found you. Then his gaze settled on the large gash on your neck and the blood staining your skin, running down your body in a steady stream -- and he found himself crashing to the ground beside you.

“Pickle!” he screamed, his eyes darting across your body. His hands hovered above you, not daring to touch lest he should hurt you. He did not know what to do. Too many things raced through his mind. How much blood had you lost? How deep was the gash?

Isaac felt his heart threatening to burst, his lungs burning. When had he started holding his breath? He could not breathe. You were hurt, and it was his fault. You were covered in blood, and it was his fault.

What could he do to alleviate your pain? What could he do to help you?

You mumbled something indecipherable, your head lulling to the side with a groan. Your eyelashes fluttered, and Isaac got the dreadful feeling that if you closed them, it would be the last time he would see you staring back at him.

“Hey,” he tried, his voice shaking with the crippling fear of losing you. “Hey, hey, Pickle. I’m here. It’s alright. It’s alright!”

Isaac rested a hand on your cheek, brushing his thumb over your skin and further smearing the blood on it. The sight made him feel sick. He gave you a reassuring smile anyway.

“Don’t close your eyes, dear,” he demanded, his other hand fumbling in the pocket of his suit jacket and pulling out a cloth handkerchief. It felt instinctual as he pressed it against your throat, trying to stop the bleeding.

You groaned again, dizzily looking up at him. “‘sac,” you murmured hoarsely, lifting a hand to wrap around his wrist as the other came to rest on his face. You brushed your thumb under his eye, wiping away the tears he had not realized were escaping him. “Love you,” you said, the exhaustion creeping up on you again.

You felt drained. Your head was spinning, and your strength was steadily slipping until your grip on Isaac loosened, and all you could do was look up at him deliriously, trying to abide by his increasingly frantic request for you to keep your eyes open.

“Don’t do this to me,” he begged, holding you tighter. His free hand cradled your cheek, running through your hair soothingly to give you as much comfort as he could.

He knew he had no plan. He had not called for an ambulance. He had not called anyone, too stunned and too far into his panic to think clearly. There was no escape from this. Even if you held on for longer than seven minutes, an event that was getting more unlikely with every second that passed, you had lost too much blood. Your wound was fatal, he knew.

You were slipping through his fingers.

“No,” Isaac cried, tears clouding his vision until he could no longer see your face, only red, red, red from all the blood you were stained with. “No, stay. Stay with me! What can I-- How-- Please. Please!”

You were fading, and as your eyelids fluttered and you attempted a smile for him, he knew that would be the last time.

“Don’t you dare!” he pleaded, shaking you a little as your eyes closed.

They did not reopen.

“Don’t-- don’t you-- don’t--” he stuttered, gathering you in his arms instead. “No, no,” he continued, his eyes wide as he trembled, feeling your warm blood staining the front of his shirt. “Don’t-- no, no-- can’t be-- you can’t-- no, no.”

You were ripped out of his arms suddenly. Isaac was too far in panic and shock to fully comprehend what was going on.

He saw Asirel leaning you back carefully against the wall before his eyes settled on him for a moment. Asirel pulled out a vial filled with something blood-red. It blended perfectly with your blood as he dropped it onto your skin, aiming for the gash in your neck.

Isaac merely watched uncomprehendingly. He wanted to crawl over to you, gather you in his arms, and lie there until the earth stopped spinning.

The vial was empty. Asirel stepped back, keeping his eyes locked on your slumped figure before finding Isaac again. “You owe me,” he said.

Your eyes shot open. Sitting up straight, you curled into yourself as painful coughs wracked your body.

Isaac watched you speechless, hesitatingly reaching out to you as if to make sure you were real.

You took his hand, squeezing it comfortingly as you tried to catch your breath.

He was on you in a heartbeat, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close to his heart, and burying his head in your hair.

“I love you,” he cried, slowly returning to reality as he felt you breathing and alive in his arms. “I love you so much. Please don’t ever do this to me again. Oh, I thought I had lost you-- I thought you-- Love, Love, don’t do this to me again.”

Asirel watched the scene before him. A melancholy smile made its way onto his lips. He knew it would only be a matter of time before something like this happened again.

What game would he need to play to get more vampire blood, he wondered.

#sakuverse #zsakuva #isaac rhoades #isaac rhoades x reader #asirel cain #did you say angst?#I can do angst.

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