#irl bestie is live texting me her thoughts on true blood

[meguwumibear]

a continuation of this piece tw vampire!sukuna, biting, blood, mild violence, brief descriptions of injury, implied dubcon/noncon, and as always let me know if ive missed anything!

The first bite is a warning.

The creature—Sukuna, he’ll tell you later—has whisked you away to his home or rather to his nest. To the beast’s credit, he had style. And money. Or at the very least he had the power to take whatever his still heart desired. Including this gaudy mansion. Including you.

He thinks you should be grateful. He could have sunk his teeth into you in that dingy, dirty alleyway. He could have bled you dry while he had you pressed against that dilapidating brick wall. But, determined not to disappoint you, he’d taken you home instead. He’ll fuck you in every room in his mansion twice before he lets you die. Maybe you wouldn’t be so disappointed then.

You haven’t stopped fighting him. It’s amusing really, that you think your cute little fingernails can do any real damage. Tomorrow maybe he’ll rip them from you one by one so that you are nothing but a weak, defenseless sack of cartilage. Tonight however, he savors each and every bite.

By the time he’s pinning your wrists to the mattress—another thing you should be thankful for really; you’re not only in his home, but in his well kept bed—your fingers and covered in his blood: all ten digits wet and cherry red from the substance. He vaguely worries about the silk sheets the two of you are about to ruin, but hey, he can always just steal more.

The first bite is a warning, but it draws blood.

You try your best not to whimper, so the resulting sound is a cross between a yelp and a hiss. His fangs may be razor sharp but they sting when they pierce the flesh of your neck. The blood that bubbles reluctantly to the surface is thick and metallic. Sukuna wastes no time pressing his tongue against the wound to stymie the flow. He’s reward with the bitter coppery taste of you.

He’s going to kill you slowly…if he kills you a all. He could keep you around for a year or two, teetering between this world and the next. Fatigued and half mad from blood loss. Desperate to die but unable to as he nurses you back to health only to drain you again and again and again.

The two hands not securing your wrists have your hips pinned to the mattress. He lets you struggle beneath him for a while, enjoying the way your body jerks around, back arching, veins puckering and straining against your vain, hopeless efforts to free yourself from his clutches. You’ll tire yourself out eventually. They always do.

The second bite is cruel.

He’s worked up quite an appetite watching you squirm. The bite is sudden and quick. Two needle-like fangs sink deep into your jugular, and this time you scream as he carelessly opens you up for him. Hot tears well in the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision. When the first one falls, he wipes it away with a thumb.

You tense under the pressure. Muscles tightening in both pain and fear as he feasts on you. The sensation of being fed on is unnatural. After the initial bit of blood is pumped out of your body, the stream slows to a trickle, trying and failing to clot. Sukuna has to suck hard around the opened vein to keep his mouth full of your lifeblood.

In some stories, a vampire bite is accompanied with a release of venom into the human’s body. The toxins are supposed to make the human calmer, more receptive to the feeding. It’s supposed to dull the senses. Lessen the ache. The sensation should become enjoyable, even. Blurring the lines between pleasure and pain. Making the human want more.

If vampires actually possess such a venom, Sukuna has no intention of using it on you now. There’s no pleasure or high to accompany the hurt. Just the burn of your blood’s unnatural path. Sucked out of your body instead of pumped through it.

It doesn’t take long for your body to register the loss. Your mouth begins to dry and your head begins to throb, telltale signs that the monster before you cares not if you live or die. You try to take deep breaths as your vision begins to go fade.

“Aw, tapping out already, sweetheart?” Sukuna coos, nosing at your no doubt bruising neck. “Guess I’m not so disappointing after all. Shame the same can’t be said of you.”

He can feel your pulse weakening. If he doesn’t stop now, you won’t make it through the night.

“I-” you pant, breathless from blood loss, “I expected nothing more than this from you. It’s still me who’s disappointed in the end.”

It’s the wrong thing to say. The monster on top of you snarls as his grip tightens. There’s a searing white pain in your arm followed by a disembodied crack. Vaguely, your brain registers that Sukuna has broken your wrist. Both of them.

In pain and in tears; humans never look more beautiful. Sukuna watches sob after sob wreck your body. He licks at the crystalline drops that spill from your eyes savoring the salt of them. His own tear ducts are no longer capable of producing the substance. A part of being human he doesn’t miss.

“Poor thing,” he tuts, brushing his knuckles against your jaw. Your mouth is open, inviting as you cry, and he can’t help but stuff two of his long clawed fingers into it and rub them along your flat, omnivorous teeth.

Your face scrunches in disgust at the invasion. You visibly gag around the digits as he slips them further into your hot mouth, fingering the bumpy muscle of your tongue with the pads of his too cold fingers. The difference in your body temperatures is another dead give away that Sukuna is something more than dead but less than alive.

As the drool begins to dribble down the corners of your mouth, he arches an eyebrow at you as if to ask just what you’re going to do about the intrusion. And in response,

You bite.

[boomboomjaz]

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               𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇

      word count: 2081

     genre: angst(?)

     WARNING: mentions of death and blood

     author note: this is for the cheese cult event

     i tried my best to write about hanahaki! I

     would also like to thank @haikkeiji 

     @agaassi @bubbleteaa @hakueishirei

     and my irl bestie val for proofreading!

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This was a curse. Being immortal was not a blessing. Whatever fantasies that were told about being immortal were nothing more than rumors. Kuroo can verify this as he himself is a victim of immortality. How or why he became immortal? He wasn’t sure. He just knew he stopped aging on the day of his 18th birthday. And ever since then, he’s been living in pain. For living as an immortal being was not an easy life; it was a twisted Peter Pan story that he never asked for.

He always relives the same pain in each era, one that always results in the death of someone he loves. Being immortal wasn’t the only curse that Kuroo received. He was born with a disease. One that was meant to kill him. It first surfaced when he was 17, which will forever be known as the first time he fell in love.

The first time he loved… Kuroo remembered it clearly. The cherry blossom trees were blooming, meaning a new season has begun. He can still see the petals falling onto the ground. Except this petal wasn’t from the cherry blossom tree. It had come from his mouth as he hunched over and coughed up petals at the feet of his first love under the cherry blossom tree. Not long after the incident, he was diagnosed with hanahaki. A disease that would ruin his life as he knew it. He discovered he was immortal on the exact same day he found out that the flower petals that were filling up his lungs. Suddenly, the petals vanished. At first, he believed that everything was over, because it meant his first love had finally returned his feelings. Then he received the news: his first love had died with flowers laying near her body. 

Eventually, everyone from his first life had died. He was already living a different life in a different region, under a new name, a new identity to prevent people from finding out about his immortality. Once again, he fell in love with someone who didn’t return the feeling. And yet again, another death caused by flowers followed suit. Time and time again, each time he loved in a different time period, the person he loved always fell victim to the hanahaki effects.

Kuroo shook his head. He was once again using his real name since it’s been over two hundred years since he last heard someone say his true name.  It was going to be different this time. To be sure that he didn’t cause death to another person, to another family… he swore that he would never fall in love again. That his heart doesn’t cause someone death by flowers.

You, however, did not know the secrets that Kuroo hid in his heart. The ache he felt for all the people he once loved. How he woke up in the middle of every night in a cold sweat as he remembers the different types of flowers that killed. Cherry blossoms, daffodils, lilies, gardenias, and so on. Each type of flower was burned into his mind, until one day he snapped.

“Y/N, do you mind helping me plant these in the school garden?” Kuroo asked you one day after class. He held different types of potted flowers in his arms. You were at first caught off guard by the question that your classmate and friend asked you. You would do anything for him. Your heart ached for him, craving for his attention, affection, yearning for his love. Yet, you still had yet to build the confidence to tell him how your feelings.

“I would be happy to help,” you replied with a smile. You cherished every second you spent with him. Because deep down, you knew he didn’t feel the same. It wasn’t hard to tell that whenever he was with you, he seemed distracted, deep in thought. If he had feelings for you, he would have his full attention on you. Yet, you didn’t mind since his kindness always made up for it. 

In silence, the two of you worked alongside each other, carefully moving the flowers from their pots to the flower beds that Nekoma provided. Every once and a while, your arms would brush against one another. Each time, you could feel pain in your lungs. It’s as if your body was saying that Kuroo was stealing your breath away. In a twisted way, he was because after the two of you finished planting the last flower… you could feel something lodged up your throat. It felt painful, worse than the urge to throw up.

One of your hands immediately covered your mouth while the other one held on to your stomach. Kuroo saw your face in pain and discomfort, a look that he’s seen so many times. His blood turned cold as he dropped the pot that he held and rushed to your side. He patted his hand against your back, trying to help you get whatever was in your throat out. All he could think while he tried to help you were No. This can’t be happening. I couldn’t have fallen for Y/N… unless I did?

Finally, whatever was stuck in your throat came out. The contents fell out and in your hands. Your eyes widen in shock to see yellow and white flower petals mixed with hints of blood. Your body started to tremble in fear since this was something you never experienced before, nor did you know why it was happening.

Before Kuroo knew what he was doing, he had wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a hug. You trembled in his arms until you finally melted into his warmth and calmed down. Kuroo rested his head on your shoulder as he kept you in that position while he was deep in thought.

He didn’t understand how this could be happening. He made sure he didn’t fall in love you but no doubt his heart betrayed him at some point. That was the only possible reason he could think of since there was no way you had a crush on him. Kuroo knew he had to do something about his hidden love for you to make sure you didn’t end up like his past loves. To make sure you weren’t buried six deep in the ground or a reason why he wakes up at night in a cold sweat. Nor to be another flower that he could plant.

Kuroo decided to look at the flower you held in your hands. He immediately recognized it from his intense research on different types of flowers and the hanahaki disease. The yellow and white petals belonged to the chrysanthemum flower. A flower that was commonly used in funerals and signified death/grief in Japan. It pained him that you had to go through this because he couldn’t control his feelings. The idea of suggesting surgery to you hurt worse because it could destroy your life worse than death. He knew you would never fall in love with him, so pushing you away seemed like the logical choice. Boy, was he wrong.

The next few weeks were painful. Every time you tried to talk to Kuroo, he would keep his words to a minimum before he ran off to do something else. It pained you, to be ignored by the boy you were madly in love with. You could feel a nasty, twisted feeling in your heart every time you thought about him. As if something was wrapping itself around your heart, trying to squeeze all your love out. It didn’t help that your coughing fits were getting worse. Even more and more flower petals came out with more and more blood. It was getting out of hand and you knew what was causing this. It was your love for Kuroo. The doctor that you visited when told you that it was the hanahaki disease. He also told you that it shouldn’t be long before the flower disease claimed your life and that he recommends you talk with the person causing this whole mess. 

You were trying to talk with Kuroo. To tell him about the love you felt for him. Hoping that he would return the love you felt. And surgery wasn’t even an option for you, because to live in a world where you cannot love Kuroo sounded like a life without meaning.

Now more than ever, you needed to tell him how you felt. For today was your last chance to confess your feelings, not only was it graduation… but you felt even weaker than before. As if your body was telling you that it was time. Time to move on from a cursed earth and go someplace else.

Kuroo looked at the text from you. Asking if the two of you could meet at the gardens. You had something important to tell him. He had to think about your request long and hard. He knew this was probably the last time he would see you before he moved to a different region to start life all over. The only hope he had was that once he was gone, your disease would go away. So, in the end, he decided to grant you this one last request.

There he stood, at the gate of the garden, watching as you were hunched over the flowers. The same ones that the two of you planted together. Most of them were blooming and with no doubt, you were probably admiring them. He took no more than two steps when he watched you fall face first in the garden bed. Kuroo wasted no time to rush by your side, pulling you out of the flowers. His eyes scanned your face and saw the endless amount of blood coming out from your mouth. Mixed with even more petals than he last had seen. He hated to admit it, but he knew you were as good as gone at this point.

Yet, he still fumbled with his phone and called for help. Kuroo clung to the last sliver of hope that you would make out of this alive. Because it was at that moment, as he shouted your name and held onto your body that he realized. That it wasn’t his love that was killing you, but his lack of love. And he knew, by the time he developed feelings for you, you would be gone. 

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Kuroo stood before your casket. His eyes took in the details of your peaceful face. The same one that would haunt him at night, joining all the victims of hanahaki that he caused. And as if your family knew what was going on and had a twisted sense of humor, they chose chrysanthemum as your funeral flowers. It made him sick to his stomach that the flowers that killed you were now being used to honor your memory. 

He closed his eyes, feeling his heartache in pain for you. This was something you didn’t deserve. You deserved to be loved, to live a full and happy life. Yet, Kuroo took all of that away from you without even realizing it. He took one last look at your body and said his final words.

“I love you, Y/N.” he meant these four words. But they did you no good now. With that, he walked away from you, from that life that he caused so much pain in. He only hoped that in his new beginning, he won’t cause as much pain.

As he walked down a hallway, he stopped in front of a mirror. There were dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleeping he was getting. His bed hair was even worse than before. He was just a mess, waiting for the end to come to get him. As he was examining his hair, he noticed the smallest detail. A detail that he should have noticed before since it held significance. Among all his black hair, there were small strands of grey hair. His heart thumped in excitement as he stared at the proof of his aging. It won’t be long until he joins those he loved. But fear struck him within a minute of spotting the grey hairs. Not only did he start aging again, but his hanahaki disease returned. Kuroo opened his mouth and carefully pulled out an amaranth flower petal. The flower that means immortality. It was time.

“I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”