#attack on vampire

[couldaromanticismsavethem]

SHINOA HIIRAGI FROM OWARI NO SERAPH

Why do you think aromanticism could save them?: “There are multiple instances from multiple characters who tell her/imply to her (mind you, a 6yr old to 15yr old) that she's going to fall in love with a boy one day simply because she is a girl. and when she finally says out loud, 90 chapters in, that she is in love with a boy (the mc) the phrasing around it is SO giving the impression that this Is something forced upon her. "my sister said so" "because im a girl I suppose" "all human girls yearn for love" it's very very aro to me. and this is in a world where desire/love gives someone power, so her accepting that shes "in love" is mainly a tool for her to utilize more than anything. I think aromanticism would save her. 100%.”

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres/techniques: anime horror

[cheriecoke]

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ COME BACK TO BED — levi ackerman

summary . . . you crave levi, but he isn't there when you wake up.

contents . . . f!reader, nsfw mdni, cock warming, office (?) sex, creampie, piv, unprotected sex, fluff, honestly i haven't been in much of a mood to write smut but this has been in my drafts for a while so it gets really soft at the end— 2.2k

you walk into the room, frowning at the sight of your lover still behind his desk, bent over the parchment. light shadows his face, sparkling over him like a candle, illuminating him in a yellow hue. he’s so beautiful, and you ache for him. the desperation inside of you only grows, even though it is dually coated in worry. 

“levi?” you say, lips drawn down as you approach, blinking away your sleepiness. “why are you still working?” 

it’s nearly three in the morning; the bed was cold and empty when you left, and the middle of winter was unforgiving. though levi didn’t sleep often, he, at least, made an effort to when you were at his side. tonight, though, it seems he’s given up on the matter, scribbling notes on the paperwork instead.

“i have to finish this by tomorrow,” levi says, dismissive, not even bothering to glance up. 

your frown deepens, and you repeat his name, softer as you come around the side of the desk. you’d woken up so desperate for him, and when he was not there to coax an orgasm out of you, you’d tried to take on the task yourself. 

though, your fingers didn’t feel as nice as his did, hadn’t reached the places inside of you that his cock could. and, you craved it, craved him so much that you hadn’t been able to go back to sleep. 

“come back to bed,” you mutter, but even then, you can hear the desperation in your voice, the subtle tone that it takes on whenever you want him badly. 

his writing stops. he turns back to you, eyes hardening as you place a gentle hand on his shoulder. you run your soft fingertips along the juncture between his neck and jaw, batting your eyelashes at him so sweetly. 

there’s a dark look in his irises that you pick up on easily, but you can’t tell if he’s irritated with you, or if it’s the lust that is spreading in the ocean of his eyes. his jaw sets, and his normally straight mouth draws tighter. “i have to finish this.” 

“can i stay here, then?” 

he sticks his tongue into the side of his cheek. “i’m—”

you can already hear his protest, how he’ll say your name so softly in an apology, kiss you on the lips before sending you back to your shared room. but you’re determined to get your way tonight, and you can feel the wetness gathering between your legs, the ache still thrumming through your body. 

“want you inside me, levi,” you say softly, almost begging as you lean down to whisper into his ear. “please.” 

levi stops, eyeing you with the intensity that he faces with everyone, an intensity that doesn’t always soften for you. still, by now, you’re used to it — find it endearing, really, how serious he can be. 

“you going to be a distraction?” levi scans your face. 

you jut your lower lip out just a bit, almost pouting, “no,” you promise. “just want to feel you.” 

for a moment, he considers, before finally relenting. levi sighs, then pulls back the chair, his strong thighs on display as you maneuver yourself onto his lap. even the brief feeling of his knee against your clothed cunt sends a sharp whimper through you. 

“you can’t move. i’ve put this off for long enough.” 

“since when did you care about any of that?” you ask, yawning as you slip your pants off your hips. “i thought hange did the paperwork, anyway.” 

“if only.” he gives you a pointed look, tracing your jaw with his thumb. “just sit still.” 

levi focuses his attention back on the paperwork, and when you spare a brief glance at it, you notice that it’s reports from the past few missions. for the government in the interior, assigned specifically to captain levi. 

you refrain from a sarcastic remark, and instead, slide levi’s zipper down, waiting for any reaction. he gives you none, signs his name on the bottom line, and flips the parchment over. 

“levi,” you start, but he shushes you again, kissing your cheek dismissively. 

“no talking.” 

“you’re so rude.” 

he raises his eyebrow, but you slide his cock out of his pants, warming it in your palm. a soft little sigh leaves him as you stroke him until he’s hard, but he schools his expression into a neutral position, leaning back in the chair. 

you’re naked from the waist down, but he doesn’t seem to care. with something of a frown, you slip his cock inside you and sink your hips down. your fingers dig into his shoulders as you move, sliding right into him.

levi’s dark eyes dart towards you. “shit,” he gasps, his other hand holding onto your hips. “why are you so wet already?” 

a small whimper leaves you as he fills you up, stretches your walls, as you settle onto his cock. though it feels so good, you squeeze his arms and try not to move. “you weren’t there when i woke up,” you say, resting your head on his shoulder and pressing a kiss to the space between his neck. “so i tried to take care of it myself.”

levi’s eyes flash. “dirty girl.” his voice is deeper, a rumble that you feel in his chest. “couldn’t help but touch yourself to the thought of me when i wasn’t there, hm? but i bet your fingers weren’t enough, were they?” 

you exhale deeply, shaking with the need to move as your walls flutter around him. “levi.” 

“needed my cock inside you instead, didn’t you, love? probably would’ve begged me to fuck you until you were tired enough to fall back asleep.” 

“god, levi, please.” you start, and you shift your hips once. your clit rubs right against him, his long cock settling inside you as a heavy moan almost escapes. instead, you bite down hard on his neck; but levi forces you down even harder on his lap, his eyes relentless. 

“i told you not to move, didn’t i?”

you blink back at him, but his face is serious, hardened lines stretching from each angle of his face. and though you want fuck yourself on his dick, and every atom in your being tells you to do so, you listen to him. somehow, you refrain from shifting your hips again.

sitting still, you bury your face into his neck and heave a great sigh, brushing the delicate skin beneath his jaw. 

“good girl,” levi says flippantly, his long, slender finger grazing up your spine. the simple words alone send a pulse straight through your body, and you whimper against him, your cunt squeezing tighter, wet from the deep intonation of his voice. 

levi says nothing else, but you can feel his smirk as he kisses your temple. he never fails to remind you how precious you are to him, even when he is a bit short with you. and even though he is never the best about telling you how much he loves you, his affections run deep.

he plays with the end of your hair, soothingly, and though you can’t ignore him deep inside you, it almost lulls you back into a peaceful sleep. 

after what feels like hours of subtle torture, you speak again. 

“levi,” you hum against his throat, when he flips another page, signing his name on the dotted line. “i love you so much.” 

his hand stills on your back, fingers tapping once against your spine before resuming. it’s still difficult for him to repeat the words, but you know it’s only out of his fear that you will one day be taken away from him. levi squeezes your hip once more, huffs, and sets the pen down. 

“i’m certain you know how much you mean to me,” levi returns, pulling you away from his neck so that you’re able to face him once again. “you’re supposed to be being quiet.” 

his face is stern, but his eyes are anything but; soft and loving. levi’s cheeks are flushed red, and though he is strong — the strongest — that alone is not enough to combat how he feels when he’s inside you. it brings a small, knowing smile to your face.

“i was being sweet,” you say, sleepily, testing your luck by lifting your hips and settling them once more. the feeling is more intense than you’d expected, and a little moan escapes your mouth, lips parting softly. “i do love you.” 

“i’m certain you’re just trying to butter me up,” levi’s mouth is against your own, the words leaving on a shaky breath, tickling your skin. “so you can get what you want.” 

you laugh, fanning your fingertips against his cheeks. “is it working?”

levi spares you one more hardened expression, tightly drawing his mouth together, before he’s lifting you, shifting you onto the desk, your back pressed against the papers. “unfortunately,” he grunts, kissing all over your face before he threads his fingers with your own. “god. the things you do to me. can’t think straight.” 

he thrusts up into you, hard, and you close your eyes, kissing him, much more slowly than the pace he sets with his hips. levi squeezes your palm tightly, the other roaming across your chest, your stomach, before settling at your hips. “you’re everything to me, you know? my beautiful girl. don’t know what i’d do without you.” 

you smile against his mouth and tug at his hair with your free hand, feeling the soft tendrils between your fingers. it’s ironic, that he thinks you’re beautiful, when you’re certain he’s the most angelic creature you’ve ever seen. “i’m not going anywhere, levi. i promise.” 

levi speeds up, involuntarily, eyes so intense as he watches every subtle change of your expression. but you are too sleepy to do much but breathe into his mouth, soft little moans that have levi thrusting into you twice as hard.

it doesn’t take long for him to coax the first orgasm out of you, and you’re barely able to whisper his name before you clench around him, squeezing the palm that’s still locked within your own.

levi smiles, but it’s snarky, a mix between satisfaction and annoyance. “looks like you got your way after all.” 

you laugh, breathless, kissing across his cheeks as he grows sloppy, chest heaving with the weight of his exhales. though levi wants to pin this all on you, you can tell that he needs to relax too. the past few hours without a moment of sleep, doing nothing but paperwork, have taken a toll on him. 

“must be so hard for you, huh?” you tease, eyelashes fluttering closed as you lean against him, letting your forehead drop to his shoulder. “getting to fuck me on a desk like this. what a chore.” 

“you shouldn’t talk to your captain like that,” levi teases, but he groans out the last few words, cheeks flushed from how close he is. lazily, your fingers run across his chest, and though a second orgasm is steadily building, you want to watch him come apart first.

“perhaps,” you say, smiling as you kiss his chest, your hair tickling the bottom of his jaw. “but i’m not talking to my captain, i’m talking to you, levi.” you lean back up to kiss him, once, again, just the softest brush of your lips. “and i want you to cum inside me.” 

levi’s eyes flash, and you can see the moment that he unravels, the next few seconds where his movements get erratic. then, his features change, plump bottom lip separating from the top one. the look in his eyes grows distant, and his stomach flexes, abs tightening, before the heat of his cum shoots inside of you. 

levi topples onto you, his chest landing on yours as you fall back onto the desk. his cock finally slips out of you.

“shit,” levi says, running his hands along your thighs, sweaty skin sticking to each other. “we’re going to ruin the papers.” 

“who cares,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes before encircling levi’s neck with your arms. “the military police can deal with the mess.”

“you’re disgusting.” 

“they’d probably get off on it, don’t you think? the interior is full of hedonists anyway.”

levi snorts. “maybe. but i prefer not to think about how they spend their free time.”

you laugh again, just a breath of air, and settle against him. levi is warm, his arms are strong, and he smells clean; a mix of soap and the sweet fragrant of citrus. he holds you so gently, despite all of the hardness that lingers in his body. you’ve never known anyone to feel so much like home.

“will you come to bed now?” you ask sleepily. “i don’t want to go to sleep alone.” 

levi softens, and he traces your cheekbone with his thumb, as best he can at the awkward angle. “sure, love. i should get some rest anyway.”

[submersero]

[cindol]

ᘓ︵ꪒ⑅ꪒ thinking of the concept of vampire wifeys vampire mikasa and vampire fem black reader is something i adore and i think they’d be so couple goals in the weirdest way actually ! ( blurb . )

mikasa ackerman x black fem reader

🐇̱ ꩜ — black fem reader, slightly ooc mika, slight body horror, mika dismembers a man but it’s not too detailed, very much “happy gf and her dark gf” core, slight inspiration from noseferatu,

a/n — tmblr pls don’t flag this just because its a girl with boobs in the pic. Thank yaaaa

though eternal, your love with mikasa throughout the 600 years never faded, only blossomed more. You both weren’t forced into this corner of one turning the other into a vampire. It was a mutual agreement telling mikasa to bite you, affect you. And it was the best decision you made six hundred years ago.

when it came to blood, mikasa was always the provider in the relationship for that. She knew how you got with blood in the past. You were always more of the type of vampire who liked your blood from a glass rather than a freshly cold corpse.

mikasa herself relished in hunting for you. She didn’t show it in her facial expression but there was something so primal about it that she loved, gave her a love for the old days of hunting.

Really it was the dressing up she liked. Faking a faux country accent and dressing in a plaid red tied up blouse with some cut jean shorts and brown boots to put the entire get up together. She always tricked the men she thought deserved it the most, strolling through town, just observing the town folk of the small town and lurking after the most scummy of men.

because when she’d drag a scumbag into the quiet woods she’s sure nobody would care. Probably would too enamored in their own conversations to even hear it. Mikasa’s job was never just done at killing the man too.

this was really just the norm for the both of you, living in some mansion in the woods. While mikasa chopped this poor mortal man up to drain him you sat in the clean pristine living room, sipping some blood from your wine glass while mikasa worked on getting you some more.

because that’s what couples do.

[laniidae-passerine]

don’t get how you can watch iwtv and be a sincere diehard lestat hater. like the world’s biggest lestat hater is louis and that man can’t even commit to it for more than five minutes before literally hallucinating lestat wearing a wedding ring and talking pretty to him. this show is about louis and every road leads back to lestat for that man

[mocc-tok-flip-flop]

"Of course not. Your eyes weren't expertly trained to spot tracks by the Native American Shadow Wolves..." - Dr. Robotnik, a werewolf probably

Imagined a werewolf/vampire AU where Robotnik is a werewolf with full control over his form ("Control is based off of willpower, of course I can control my form!") and Stone is a vampire who's willingly made himself into Robotnik's thrall.

I mostly just heard him say that line and I wanted the Shadow Wolves to be a notorious werewolf pack known for tracking that Robotnik got invited into because of course he's talented in non-human fields of study.

[cry-ptidd]

Seward was the only true vampire hater in the group

[camellcat]

people acting like faith would dom buffy. lmao. lmfao even. if buffy said down! faith would trip over herself in her haste to listen. what are we doing here y'all

[ship-garbage-pile]

I feel my favorite moment in VTMB is that of the sudden-chance reunion with Samantha. Their is just so much to chew on from a narrative standpoint, we as the player have been so embroiled in the politics of the clans, doing dirty work and trying to survive. We are so stuck in our own heads about how it is we should proceed, "who should i place my trust in? Will i be able to survive?" Ultimately we become a survivor, and as we rush to do a new job we get greeted by..

Someone we never seen before, someone so distinct! no one else looks like her. Yet the moment she speaks and expresses her worry over you, we instantly understand that they are a friend of ours. Not just anyone, but a close friend with how worried she is; she seems so desperate to search for the PC even searching around the dangerous streets of Hollywood for us. How long has she been looking? how long will she 'keep' looking?

it's just a sombering encounter, and a real test of how the player treats their connection to their former life. Personally for my Ventrue, he erased the encounter from her mind. He could never hurt her, he would hope that she stops looking. But then again, a selfish part of him is happy they care so much.

[creative-clawmarks]

Bite your neck and kiss it better.

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KO-FI

[cathodecreature]

Costume for a friend's masquerade :D

[kayliraine]

༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤🦇༉‧₊˚.

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[vampirecorleone]

"It was 1556 when the Roman coven sent me to lead the shambolic Paris coven. A face from the subcontinent, French my fourth and poorest language, I had never led anything in my life. We called ourselves the Children of Darkness. We lived in squalor, hunted in shame, all in strict obedience to medieval laws put in place to protect us from humanity. And though I managed to maintain a discipline and humility for by the time Robespierre was beheaded, I was, by any measure, failing. Our ways were finished. We were embers on a waning pyre. Lestat was the wind to scatter." Horror Character Appreciation - Assad Zaman as Armand in Interview with the Vampire (2022)

[nanathebunny]

horrid to see him suffering

[4ttack-ur-heart]

Hi. How are you? I wish you a good weekend in advance, since today is Thursday.

Please don't rush to write. Take your time.

Geez! I wanted to send you an aesthetic but, it's okay.

Vampire Levi Ackerman x female reader soulmate.

Content: NSFW, angst, fluff

In which Levi lost his beloved to vampire hunters.

Many years have passed, and now Levi has found a new vampire companion. (Not the reader).

The reader is reborn in this new modern world as a human. The reader had the unique eye color, purple. In the past, Levi had gifted the reader a pair of amethyst stone earrings to match her eyes. He had had them made especially for her.

Levi meets the reader again at a gala. He recognizes the unique scent of her blood.

Now, what will Levi do when he finds the love of his life? The only person who makes his dead heart beat.

Happy ending for Levi and the reader, please. 🥹🩷

Feel free to change things up.

Fate’s Cruel Journey

Pairing: vampire! Levi x fem! reader

Warnings: blood, violence, killing, vampire lore, lots of swearing (mostly from Levi).

Genre: angst to fluff

Summary: Levi lost his wife many years ago to vampire hunters, now, centuries later, what happens when he finds her again at a party but she has no idea who she is?

Note: The only real physical description of the reader is that she has purple eyes, but otherwise she's pretty nuetral and I've re-read the fic so many times, I can't tell if there's anymore mistakes because of brain malfunctions.

AAAAAAANd I also wanna thank you for being so patient. I haven't written for aot in like over a year so writer's block unfortunately hit pretty hard. Hope you like it!!

Sent in by the person who requested :) an ai visual of Levi’s vampire look.

The breeze seems colder tonight. The stars twinkle faster than Y/n remembers, too.

Maybe it’s the full moon beaming down on her body.

Or maybe it’s the wooden stake impaled near her heart that heightens her senses in her last moments.

The crickets and cicadas chirp a little louder as well. The rain also seems to dribble down her body quite rapidly.

No, that was really blood- not rain, the blood of a vampire. Thick black liquid spills out of the wound and a tiny line even trails from the corner of her mouth.

Night has never looked so beautiful. Through her half-lidded eyes and blurring vision, she swears she sees a shooting star.

Make a wish.

“Let me watch over him…” she whispers to no one in particular, just whatever deity above is willing to listen.

A choked sound leaves her chapped lips as the black goo starts to seep into the back of her throat.

Him….

Him-

Footsteps quickly sound off in her left ear and her head rolls slightly in the direction.

“No, no…” The voice, a man’s voice, rasps out. “Stay with me, Y/n. Don’t you fucking leave me.”

Though a harsh choice of words, she can make out the slight shakiness in the man’s voice.

Her eyes finally settle on the figure. A cold and calloused hand touches her face tenderly, the hands cradling her features. She can faintly feel the thumb rubbing across the cheekbone as her face is turned towards the figure.

A small smile breaks out on her face.

This wasn’t any man. This was her man.

Her husband.

Her Levi.

“I-I didn’t know there were so many of them.” She whispers as her breathing quivers again. “I was just h-hungry.”

Levi’s jaw clenches as his steel blue eyes gaze into her purple ones. “I know, baby. It’s okay, I’m going to get you back home.”

Levi moves to pick her up, but she lets out a noise that stops him.

“N-no, don’t do that. I’ll only die quicker.”

An unsettling feeling takes over Levi’s entire body as he contemplates her words. She's right. Any slight movement of the stake would easily pierce her heart and kill her before he could even properly say goodbye.

Levi sucks in a harsh breath, trying to fight the tears lining his eyes. This isn’t happening. She was going to be just fine. It’s just a nightmare and he’ll wake up.

A cough interrupts his thoughts, and Levi is quick to pull her away from the tree and into his arms. Her back rests against his chest and her head falls to his bicep.

“I wish we could go back to the first day we met…” Her words go unanswered for a few moments as Levi recalls the memory.

——

He had already been turned for a few years and was wandering the streets looking for food- for blood. Passing by a rowdy tavern, his heightened hearing was able to pick up faint crying coming from the alleyway next to it.

Cautiously approaching the dark entrance, he makes out a figure sobbing over a bloodied body.

With an intake of breath, he quickly hides himself. There have been rumors of vampires lurking in the village. If someone saw the way his blue eyes flickered to red at the smell of blood, he’d be hunted down for sure.

“What have I done, no, oh my god…” the figure sobs quietly.

Levi was now curious. Did this person kill the other? Pushing down his suspicions, he starts to walk towards the pair.

The figure- a young woman- lifts her head in shock at his appearance. Her eyes were puffy from crying and her clothes seemed to be torn and dirtied.

“I didn’t kill him!” Her eyes dart between him and the dead body as she quickly stands. “I-I promise!”

Levi gives out a scoff. “Tell that to the blood all over your chin.”

She gasps and her hand comes up to cover the crimson patch.

“He came at me.”

“And you sucked his blood, right?”

The woman freezes at his words. He knows.

He knows and he seems so calm about it.

Levi gives out a ‘hmph’ at the sound of barking laughter from drunken men lurking closer.

“Either follow me or worry about them.” He gives her one last look before walking down the alley. “Your choice.”

His silhouette slowly disappears through the thick fog. The woman chews her lip, tongue swiping over the blood that lingered.

Hesitantly, she follows him.

“Who are you?” She asks.

“A vampire, just like you.” Levi grabs her arm and yanks her behind a few stacked barrels to hide them from prying eyes. “Names Levi.”

And from then on, Levi took her in. He showed her how to hunt humans and discreetly suck their blood without creating too much of a mess. He showed her how to hide in the shadows and blend in.

Most importantly, he showed her how to love.

——

“Why’s that?” Levi asks.

Keep her talking.

Y/n glances at the moon before her lavender eyes fall back to her husband. Her hand shakily comes up to brush his hair away from his forehead. “Because I would get to fall in love with you all over again.” Then her hand dropped and her purple irises stilled.

She was gone…

Levi prayed to that same deity over and over again. Please let this all be a nightmare.

Let me wake up.

—-

Levi shoots up from his bed with a cold sweat coating his body.

He lets out ragged breaths as he tries to figure out where he is.

His mind can make out the familiar Victorian style furniture and he realizes where he is. He’s home… or at least the manor he resided at.

Fate was too cruel in this story. Levi did have a nightmare about his wife and he did wake up, but the narrative still stayed the same.

Y/n was still gone and she had been for a while.

A small knock rapped at the wooden door and Levi rubbed his exhausted eyes before telling them to come in.

Vera, Levi’s ‘roommate’, walks in. Years after his wife passed, he met her being chased by hunters and saved her. The pair decided to stick together for survival, but it was nothing close to what it was with his Y/n.

“I heard you screaming again. Another nightmare?” Her voice is concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She nods and hesitates before closing the door, knowing he won’t beg her to stay. It wasn’t the same and it never will be.

Vera was a sweet girl, but over time, she started to see Levi as possibly more than what their situation actually was. It was easy to tell in her body language and words that she liked him and longed for something more.

Levi told her his wife’s story, yet she persisted.

It angered him and it felt disrespectful. Even though it’s been years, he can't see himself with anyone else nor does he want to.

The phone pings on the edge of the nightstand, the screen illuminating the dark room. With a groan, Levi retrieves it and sees the text from the leader of another vampire clan. Eren with the Yeagerists.

-I sent Vera all the details for tonight. Everyone’s excited to finally feed again, but don’t worry we’ll make sure not to get any blood on your ancient relics.

That’s right, the details of what took months of planning were flooding his head again. The Yeagerists, The Scouts, along with Levi and Vera had planned a Gala of the sorts. Another stupid and expensive party for the elite humans to socialize. Perfect for their trap.

“Little brat,” he mutters with the urge to roll his eyes at the text. Eren was a newer vampire and has only been turned for about 250 years and he already thinks he knows best.

Levi sits up and starts getting ready for the day- err night. When he finishes tying his neatly ironed cravat, he makes sure to take a small feather duster to the old antiques around his room.

Despite the new century, Levi took pride in keeping artifacts and decor from when he first turned. It gave him a sense of peace and calm, almost something that reminded him of home.

Of her.

— —

“Eren emailed me the list of guests attending,” Vera says as she sips on the mug of steaming black tea Levi prepared.

Levi glances at her and sees the small grimace on her face as she takes a sip.

“You don’t have a drink it, you know.” He chides her.

“No, I like it. It’s very good.” She lies and takes another sip.

Ass-kissing won’t get you anywhere with me.

With a sigh, Levi finishes his own cup and rinses it in the sink. “Anyone of importance?”

Vera shakes her head.

“No, just a bunch of old, snobby bureaucrats and their wives. Although…” she trails off. “There was one person, a girl. I guess she’s the niece of one of them. Nothing strange, but she is the youngest one attending in her mid-twenties.”

“What a shame.”

The venue was at their manor nestled deep into the woods- perfect to hide the screams. When the clock strikes midnight, lock the doors, and have the feast of their lives.

Now that technology has advanced so much within the past century, it’s been hard to hunt without worrying about someone’s camera recording them. Vera said she had almost been caught if not for that stupid woman’s flash going off and alerting her.

At least this way, although barbaric, was the safest and strategic for their kind.

“It’s four o’clock now. What time should we be expecting our guests?” Vera asks.

“Around six. Make sure to dust the foyer. I wouldn’t want these people’s last thoughts to be about dying in a pig pen.”

——

When the grandfather clock chimes six times throughout the manor, Levi doesn’t hesitate to open the door.

Erwin of the Scout clan stands there with his guests of vampires.

“Right on time,” Levi hides the small smile daring to cross his face. “As usual.”

“Still as gracious as ever, Levi,” Erwin says, not bothering to hide his own smile at seeing his long-time friend.

There’s a small pause.

“May we come in?”

“Tch, you of all people should know vampires obeying invitations are only a myth, right?”

“Still good manners.”

“I see.” He sighs and opens the door. “Come in.”

Erwin was the oldest vampire among their group for almost a thousand years. 861 if you wanted to be precise.

“Levi!”

Arms wrap around his shoulders from behind, catching him off guard and he quickly catches his balance.

“Hange, I see you’re still the same as always.” He pats their wrists locked around his frame as his way of saying hello.

“Never better actually! You wouldn't believe the new things humans are doing these days.”

Hange was the eccentric one of the bunch. Even though they are only about 655 years turned, studying humans has never ceased their interests.

“I can’t wait to hear all about it,” he tells them and nods at the other vampires, Moblit and Miche.

Erwin says hello to Vera who shyly greets the clan. “How is the baby of the clans doing?”

Vera blushes at Erwin’s comment. She was only 179 years old. “I’m doing good. Just excited to finally feed again. It feels like it’s been forever.”

Before Erwin can respond, there’s a loud knock at the door. Levi opens the door and there stand the Yeagerists.

“Eren.”

“Levi.”

“Come on in, you little brats.”

The other clan, though younger in both physicality and biology, have taken their stand on being vampires. Rather than staying true to traditions, they continued to live among the humans rather than secluding themselves away.

“Eren, Mikasa, Armin,” Erwin greets. “Good to see you kids are doing alright.”

“You too, sir.” Armin smiles while Mikasa nods in response.

“Aren’t there more vampires coming?” Hange asks.

Levi makes a ‘hmph’ noise and sighs. “The other kids are late… as usual.”

———

By the next hour, the house was already lively as can be with multiple clans of vampires. The older manor was brighter than Levi normally likes to keep it, Bluetooth speakers were strewn along the rooms, each echoing classical music.

Levi studied everyone in the room from a secluded corner, his enhanced hearing allowing him to eavesdrop on everyone’s conversation. Multiple humans were talking about their successful businesses. Others about their divorces with much younger women dangling off their arms. Even one was boasting about tearing down a nearby park to expand his building.

It made him sick.

Even though the clans normally didn’t have any remorse about killing and sucking dry their victims, they still like to make sure it was humans who at least deserve to suffer.

“I finally found you, Levi.” A voice calls out, making him pause mid-sip of his tea.

Hardy Gustav. A rich and powerful sixty-year-old man of the 21st century. A woman who looked like she was in her thirties was glued to his side, his wife, Vanessa.

“Glad you can make it.” Levi nods, trying to loosen the death grip on his teacup. He’s had a few encounters with Hardy over the past and let’s just say he was someone Levi couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into. “Vanessa.”

“Have you met my niece yet? She's around here somewhere.” Hardy glances around the crowded room.

Levi shakes his head and lets out a sigh. “No, I haven’t yet. Don’t worry, though, the night is still young and I’m sure I’ll bump into her.”

Not like it will matter in just a few short hours anyway.

——

Sipping the bitter wine with a frown, she forces herself to act like she likes it. Y/n has never been too fond of these things, unfortunately. Her uncle Hardy has begged her to accompany him as he thought it would do some good for her mind.

“I need to introduce you to powerful people. Once you see how they carry themselves, you’ll never dream about meeting your husband in some run-down bookstore,” he had told her. “You’ll be taken care of for life.”

She rolls her eyes at the memory. All she sees right now are men twice or triple her age with women who were definitely out of their league. There's no way she’d meet anyone here.

Sorry to disappoint you, Uncle Hardy.

Taking another sip of the gross wine, she decided it was time to find her uncle and tell him she’d be leaving early. Getting out of her tight dress and watching sitcoms all night sounded like a better evening, anyways.

Turning around, she doesn’t see the gentleman walking past her and unceremoniously bumps into him- wine glass included.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry.” Y/n exclaims and sets the now-empty wine glass on a nearby table. Her face grows hot as people around them laugh and start to whisper. “Shit, shit, shit, it’s red wine too and of course you’re wearing white…”

Levi feels the liquid dribble down his neatly pressed white shirt and he fights the urge to snap at the woman.

“It’s alright, really, I’ll just head upstairs and-”

Levi finally looks at her- Really looks at her.

Y/n…

“How did you know my name?” She asks with a confused look as she holds a white cloth napkin.

Shit, he said that out loud?

“I’m so sorry, I can pay for your dry cleaning.” Her hand moved the napkin to his shirt to wipe the stain, but he quickly intercepted it. As soon as his skin touched hers, it was as if all time had stopped.

For the first time in his life, all sound had ceased and a ringing sound echoed in his ears. The movements of the guests and clans around them had blurred together and her figure was the only thing still in focus. If his heart was still beating- he was sure this was the moment it would have stopped.

“N-no,” he hastily clears his throat. “Let me just go change. Excuse me…”

Y/n watches him leave with a confused look.

——

Levi can’t breathe when he enters his room with a slam of the door. Not that he could, anyway, but was that sweat running down his face?

He struggles to loosen his cravat and he tugs at the material hurriedly, then tearing off his blazer and throwing it god knows where in the room.

Fuck.

This has never happened to him before. There's no way. It couldn’t be her.

A pounding noise echoed in his mind and it took him a minute to register that it was a knock on the door. He had the urge to yell and tell the person to get lost.

“Levi, it’s me,” Erwin’s voice rang out.

I can’t do this alone.

With urgency, Levi opens the door. Erwin’s brows furrowed at seeing Levi, who’s usually so composed, in such a distraught. Before he could ask, Levi had already grabbed his collar and yanked him inside the room before slamming the door again.

“What the hell is going on with you?” Erwin asked, concern and confusion lacing his words.

“I-it’s her. God, Erwin, I swear it was her.”

Erwin stiffened at his words. There's only one ‘her’ Levi cared about… only one who could make him feel and act this way.

“How?”

“How the fuck should I know? S-she bumped into me and spilled wine all over me.” Levi’s sentences were rushed and his tone carried a certain vulnerability Erwin’s never heard before.

“You need to calm down or you’ll be the first vampire to ever have a panic attack.” Erwin’s voice was stern, yet he knew someone had to keep Levi grounded.

A dry chuckle leaves Levi. “Don’t tell Hange or they’ll poke and prod.”

Erwin stays silent, not knowing what to say at the possibility of Levi seeing his wife again who’s been dead for centuries.

“Who is she? Why is she here?”

“I don’t know… I think it’s Gustav’s niece. Hange even said she’d be the youngest one here. It has to be.”

Erwin runs through all the possible scenarios and what-ifs. “Are you sure it’s not just a doppelgänger? It happens-”

“No.” Levi was quick to cut him off. “Her blood. Her blood… it’s too familiar. It’s her. I caught her scent and I was following it- that’s why I bumped into her. That’s my wife. Fuck, I can’t go back out there, Erwin.”

“Yes, you can.” He places a comforting hand on Levi’s shoulder. “That’s your wife. You have to.”

Anger swirled through Levi. Years and years of suppressed pain and suffering were finally coming to the surface.

“But she didn’t recognize me! She doesn’t know who I am!”

Erwin grabs Levi by both his shoulders this time.

“Then make her.”

——

Y/n stands uncomfortably next to her uncle and other businessmen as they talk, and talk, and talk-

Out of the corner of her eye, she spots the same man she bumped into earlier coming down the stairs- this time wearing an all-black suit.

She quickly excuses herself.

“Hi, I’m so sorry again. I just wanted to apologize and make sure you were okay. Like I said before, I can pay for the dry cleaning-”

The man cuts her off with a shake of his head. “Don’t worry about it, please. Accidents happen.”

Y/n nods at his words and averts her gaze as she can feel her face heat up again, but tries to make light of the situation. “Well, in case I haven’t said it before, I’m sorry, Mister…?”

“Levi,” The man answers in a raspy voice. “Levi Ackerman.”

She shakes his hand and shivers a bit at the cold touch, yet something about the way his skin touched hers felt so… familiar.

“Oh! This is your party, I’m so sorry for not recognizing you before. I’m not usually one for these scenes.” She smiles and brushes her hair behind her ears.

The earrings she was wearing glimmered in the chandelier light as the amethyst crystals dangled from her ears.

“Your earrings…”

She touched the stones and smiles. “I found these at an antique shop. There was something about them, I couldn’t leave without buying them.”

“They look lovely on you.”

Y/n cannot hide the blush that covers her face.

“Thank you.”

Before anyone else can say anything, the grandfather clock strikes the next hour and Levi freezes. It’s as if an eery chill took over the manor as Levi notices the clans glancing at each other with knowing looks.

It’s time.

Miche and Jean act quickly, using their strength to push over the bookshelves and block the door.

The crowd gasps as books and priceless antiques shatter and litter the foyer.

Hange lets out a maniacal laugh before grabbing the nearest person and sinking their fangs into his neck.

Screams and cries quickly echo in the lavish atmosphere. What was once a party for the elites, was now turned into a bloodbath for the vampires.

And not a drop was to be wasted.

——

“Uncle? Uncle, where are you?” Y/n cries out as she backs into a corner behind a turned-over table. She couldn’t see him anywhere and the vampires moving in a frenzy made her vision struggle to catch up.

Bodies quickly fall lifeless and pale to the shiny marble flooring. A body, a woman’s body, fell in front of the table and only her top half was visible.

Vanessa.

Her pleading brown eyes quickly locked onto Y/n’s face in horror.

“Help me!” She screeched before she was dragged out of her line of sight and her screams quickly silenced.

Once the screaming stopped, a man stood up from behind the table. His mullet-styled hair framed his eyes which were now fading between hazel and the true crimson color of a vampire as he licks the blood dribbling from his bottom lip.

With just one hand, the vampire quickly shoves the table and the heavy wood grinds across the flooring with a sickening scrape.

“You’re a pretty one. Such a waste.” Before the vampire could pounce on her, another figure tackled him to the ground.

“Jean, back off.” Levi stands defensively in front of her.

Jean dusts himself off and shoots him a look.

“Look if you wanted dibs, I get it.”

“That’s my fucking wife.”

Y/n’s eyes widen at Levi’s words.

Wife?

What the hell was he talking about? She had only just met him.

Levi’s eyes turn towards her and his stomach feels like it’s in his throat when he just sees fear written all over her face.

She still doesn’t remember…

Hange detaches themselves from the neck of someone and their eyes fill with shock. “Levi… it’s not possible.”

The older vampires of the clans all turn towards Levi all stunned at his claim. "No one fucking touches her! Do I make myself clear?"

The air is still, safe for the sound of Y/n's heavy pants from fear and adrenaline ringing out in the eerily quiet manor. With a glance around the room, it's easy to tell she's the only human still alive. The other guests, including her uncle, have all been killed. Their bodies are strewn across the torn apart manor and she's surrounded helplessly by vampires.

Levi takes a deep breath and faces the woman- his wife. His hand cautiously reaches out towards her to offer her a hand to stand. Y/n recoils slightly at the gesture and just stares at him, her lavender iris shaking.

"You have no idea who I am to you, do you?"

She swallows heavily and slowly shakes her head 'no.'

"If you come with me, I can explain everything."

Y/n only averts her eyes and chews her lip.

"Or you can stay with them. Up to you."

Again, her eyes scan over the multiple vampires all watching the exchange. Finally, she takes his hand and he helps her stand up. Levi leads her to the staircase and briefly stops as his eyes sweep over the mangled bodies and destroyed furniture.

"Clean up this mess."

---

Y/n's thoughts raced a million miles per minute. She's being escorted through some stranger's house after all the guests were just murdered in front of her eyes.

What sort of twisted joke was this?

Blindly, she follows him into a room and he shuts the door behind her. She remains standing with her back towards him, too afraid to face him.

"Y/n."

Hearing her own name makes her stiffen up and she clenches her teeth and prays this is all a nightmare. "Look at me."

She stays still.

Levi's hand gently presses on her bicep and turns her to face him. He doesn't make any other movements after that, his own nerves getting the best of him.

After a few painfully long seconds of silence, Y/n speaks up.

"Y-you called me your wife." Her voice hasn't changed one bit… if only it wasn't so full of fear.

"I did."

"Why?" Her eyes finally meet his.

Now, Levi stays silent, because honestly, how do you explain to your supposed dead wife that she might have reincarnated centuries later and doesn't remember being a vampire with you in a different lifetime?

"Because you were. Many, many years ago." He moves towards a dresser on the other side of the room. Opening the first drawer, he rummages through until he pulls out a small box. "This was your wedding ring."

The velvet box opens to reveal a glistening diamond set atop a plain silver band. Y/n stares at the ring curiously. It almost triggers something in her brain, a sense of nostalgia, but no direct memories.

"I… it's not possible, I'm sorry," she starts, voice cracking in turmoil. "I've never met you before. I only just moved here-"

"From your hometown, right?" The box shuts with a sharp snap. A symbol of Levi's pent-up frustration getting the best of him. "You wanted a change of scenery from things back home… maybe find a husband and settle down, have a family."

"How did you-?"

"Because that was what you told me over two hundred years ago."

Silence was Y/n's only response.

"Those amethyst earrings you're wearing? They're real in case you were wondering and a gift from me on our first anniversary. You told me you wanted something to match your eyes."

He faces away from her, too caught up in his emotions to look at the woman who doesn’t recognize him.

"You might not remember me, but I remember everything about you. From your favorite color to your favorite flower; forget-me-not's, because you said it reminded you of my eyes, though fate has a fucking funny way of having that bite me in the ass."

"Look," she starts and hesitantly places a hand on his shoulder. "I don't know if it's because I'm really scared of you, but I believe you- in a way… I just don't remember."

The touch makes Levi jump a bit before his own hand covers hers and he solemnly nods. "I know."

A knock suddenly rings out in the room, making them both tense up. Levi gives her a reassuring look and answers the door. He's more than surprised to see Vera standing there.

"Vera? Someone better be fucking dying." He swears under his breath as he feels himself getting frustrated once more.

Vera wrings her hands together and she has a sorrowful look on her face. "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but the others are asking what to do with the bodies and we only have a few more hours till sunrise."

Levi pinches the bridge of his nose. "I'll be out right now."

Vera nods and walks to her own room. Levi shuts the door with a soft click and lets out a sigh. He looks towards the woman sitting timidly on the bed.

"I'll be back in five minutes. Please, don't leave. Believe me when I say you're safer here than anywhere else right now." He waits until she nods and makes his exit.

His footsteps are quick and irritable as he glides down the stairs and meets Erwin at the landing.

"What happened to everything we talked about? Why is Vera asking where the bodies should be disposed of?"

Erwin furrows his brows at Levi's words, confusion taking over his features. He gestures towards the room where the broken furniture was shoved into a corner and the rest of the bodies were piled up by the door, now wrapped up in sheets and curtains. "There was no confusion with your words, Levi. Half are going into the river, and the other half we're burying. We're making great time, too. Feeding gave everyone their strength back. "

Now, it's Levi's turn to be confused. An ear-piercing scream echoes throughout the house, making everyone freeze.

Y/n's scream.

With great speed, Levi and Erwin both move up the stairs and to his bedroom door. The knob stands still, refusing to open.

"Vera! Get the fuck away from her!" Levi yells through the thick wood before standing back and kicking the door down. The wood cracks and breaks easily under his force.

The sight before him horrifies him. Vera is hunched over Y/n, who is now lifeless on the floor.

Erwin is surprisingly faster than Levi and grips Vera around the waist, pulling her off Y/n.

Blood trickles down Vera's mouth and coats her chin, her crimson pupils dilated from ecstasy.

"No! Her blood is so sweet, please, I need more!" Vera cries out and thrashes against Erwin's hold. Levi doesn't waste another second and crouches by the lifeless human.

Deja vu floods his mind as he takes in her half-lidded eyes and raspy breathing. "No, no, no."

Like a mantra over and over again, Levi felt like he was always pleading with a brick wall in this life.

"What the hell is going on?" Eren asks from the broken doorway as Mikasa and Hange hover next to him, their eyes all widen in shock at seeing Y/n's barely conscious form and Vera's feral state.

Erwin moves Vera to the group and they quickly move to restrain her. "Take her and get her away from here! Kill her if you must."

Levi feels like the walls are closing in on him all over again. The pain, the anguish, the familiar feelings all come barreling through once more.

"Stay with me, Y/n! I'll be damned if I lose you again." He cries and cradles her body.

Her eyes lazily meet his as she struggles to breathe. The large bite wound in her neck oozes blood viciously and rapidly.

"I-I'm sorry about your wife," she wheezes out as tears flow from her eyes. Her breathing starts to become more shallow and her eyes slowly flutter shut.

Erwin places a hand on his shoulder, "Bite her. Fully turn her before it's too late."

Levi turns toward his friend, tears streaming down his face as he contemplates his words. His hand comes up behind her head to gently tilt it back and expose her bloody neck. His fangs emerge and he quickly buries them under her skin.

Another raw scream escapes her before she settles limp from the pain. Levi tries to ignore the whimpers of pain she lets out every time he moves.

Don't lose yourself, Levi.

Oh, but her blood did taste sweet. Heavenly, even.

Just a few more seconds…

No.

Control yourself.

Save her,

Save your wife.

Y/n gasps suddenly, her body arching in Levi's grasp. He loosens his grip as he detaches his fangs from her neck.

The blood leaking from the wound on her neck suddenly turns pitch black as the wound closes entirely and her skin loses all of its red pigment, now a duller shade of her natural skin tone. Heavy breaths escape her before her eyes shoot open.

Instead of her normal purple hue, her eyes were now a deep garnet. She had been reborn.

Y/n takes in her surroundings as she sits up from Levi's lap, but before she can look any further, Levi cradles her face in both hands. His blue eyes searched hers in both fear and anticipation, pleading that she would finally remember.

"Y/n?"

Her hands come up to his face and they swipe a stray tear down his pale cheek. "My husband."

Levi doesn't hesitate to pull her into his arms and bury his face in her shoulder.

Erwin doesn't hide the warm smile that graces his features as he takes his leave to give the couple their long-overdue reunion.

"My wife," Levi cries. "My beautiful wife. You're here. You're actually here."

Y/n nods tenderly into the material of his suit as her memories flood her brain. "I'm here, Levi."

He squeezes her impossibly tighter, afraid that she'll disappear again if he lets go.

They don't move from each other for a long time, but by the time they release each other, Levi stands and grabs the ring box sitting on the dresses. Y/n holds in another sob as she holds out her hand so Levi can slip on her wedding ring.

“I'm never letting you out of my sight again. That's a vow, for all of eternity."