Visiting Raven
Monster Pairing: Connor (Male!Vampire) x NB Reader
Notes: short story, sfw, cuddles; I tried to find this on my blog but I think Tumblr ate it up. So, I'm reposting it after trying to clean up my masterlist.
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Tap Tap Tap Tap
You grumbled and rolled over onto your side. Shoving your face into the pillow, trying to drown out the irritating sound by your head.
TapTapTapTap
The sound picked up pace this time. And the echo of the sharp noise against glass radiated through your bedroom.
You groaned and drowsily waved your hand in the air. As dismissing whoever was making that noise.
TAPTAPTAPTAP CRACK!
You shot up into a sitting position. A loud yelp of surprise as the harsh sound split the somewhat silence of the night.
Your window was splintered with spider-webbed cracks. All leading towards the centre where a black beak was pierced through the glass.
A large raven stood outside the now broken window. Eyes wide in shock as it looked to you, to the window and then back.
You said nothing. Only stared as the bird yanked its beak out of the glass; breaking it even more to the point that shards of window fell to the floor.
"Err, I'll fix that, lass." The raven cooed. A thick Irish accent clicking through its beak. It then hopped through the large hole it made in your window. "Promise."
You glared daggers at the raven. Deciding you were far too tired to deal with Connor's shit right now.
A glance at your phone, told you it was 2am in the morning. The Sun was no near rising and you were very pissed off now.
So, to keep the peace between you and your friend, you threw the blanket over your head and collapsed back into bed. Ignoring the raven completely.
A soft croak could be heard outside the blanket's confines. And then the sound of rustling feathers followed, quickly replaced by a dramatic sigh and cold body crawling up behind you.
Outside the blanket, Connor tickled the area were your back should be. You couldn't see it, but he was wearing one of his very guilty "kicked-puppy" faces. One you absolutely knew he'd play on until you forgave him for the window.
"Come on, lass. It was an accident. I really am sorry." He purred, letting his accent thicken slightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder. "Look at me. Ya can't stay made at something this pretty."
"As long as I don't look at you, I can stay infuriated as long as I damn well please." You grumbled. Eyes tightly closed and covered by your arm. Just encase Connor got any bright ideas to rip the blanket off you.
Connor sighed. Moving so he could nuzzle his face into the crook of your covered neck. His arm snaked over your waist and he gently squeezed you against him.
"I'll make it up to ya. How about a coffee date?"
"At 2am?! I'll be up for the rest of the morning! No." You snapped.
"I'll read you a bedtime story." Connor suggested. A cocky smile stretching his lips. "Sing you a lullaby in Gaelic? Come on, lass. Give me something. I feel really bad about what I just did."
You sighed. Stretching out the moment of silence just to torture him. But after a few seconds, you threw back the blanket and gave Connor one of your most venomous glares your tired mind could bring up.
"Why are you here, Connor? You know I have a rule about being woken up after midnight."
"I know. I know. And I am sorry, but I needed to ask a human a question. And you're the only human that answers my weird questions seriously and without judgement." Connor seemed to perk up now you were out from under the blanket.
Which, and you'd hate to admit it out loud since you're trying to be stern with him, was too adorable for a grown 400 year old Vampire to be.
You turned to lay on your back, giving Connor your attention and also to cuddle somewhat into his chest.
"Fine. What do you want to know?"
"I heard from a Plague Doctor that Humans have enough bacteria in you to weigh around four pounds. Is that true?" Connor's eyebrows tweaked in a way that only added to how childish he looked.
Like a toddler asking how the moon phases worked or why the sun goes down every day.
You were caught off guard by the question.
Why on earth would a Plague Doctor know that? And why was Connor even with Plague Doctor??
"I, uh, I actually don't know. Let me look it up." You reached over to your phone and opened it up. Tapping away and clicking on various sites that came up. You read them quickly, mostly breezing through the words until something caught your interest.
As much as Connor was capable of looking this up himself, you knew he also liked sharing knowledge with you. It was half the reason why he brought really weird questions to you.
And also, you were sure he just wanted to excuse to come see you.
"Ah, ok. So, what I can tell, we just have a shit-ton of bacteria. A few sites say the amount could collectively weight a few pounds if put all together. And apparently we have more bacteria cells than Human cells. Huh, the more you know." You said, glancing up to look at Connor. Who was also reading over your shoulder at what was on the small screen.
"So, the Doctor wasn't wrong. But neither really right." Connor murmured.
"I mean, he could be right. Also, who is this Plague Doctor? I didn't think they still exist." You asked with interest. Lowering your phone so Connor's crimson gaze had to focus on you.
Your flight or fight reflex kicked in motion for a moment as his red pupils fixed on you. It was a common thing with him. And it still made you feel guilty to remember how you use to cower under his gaze because of his predatory gaze.
Thankfully, it wasn't so bad now.
"An old fart who still wears the freaky bird masks. We got talkin', he's my supplier for O type blood. Makes it easy so when I'm lazy I can just call him up."
You rolled your eyes but nodded. Attempting to go back to reading, only to be suddenly crush under a certain Vampire who decided to drape himself ontop of you.
He caught your phone as it was slapped out of your hands. Carefully placing it down on the bedside table before turning his gaze back to you.
A cheeky smile played along his lips and you couldn't help but feel a little flustered under this circumstance.
"Connor, what are you doing?" You asked. Pretending not to feel a little giddy with the Vampire leaning over you.
"Gettin' comfortable." He replied. Winking down at you before he moves his arms under your back to properly hold you. Then, he shoves his face against your bare neck.
Pressing a gentle kiss there before nuzzle just under your jawline.
You smiled and shook your head. Allowing your arms to wrap around him and trail idly along his back. Scratching between his shoulder-blades and scraping the strands of hair above his neck.
Connor shivered with a soft whimper of delight. He was much like a puppy. Loved attention, and loved getting scratched along his back.
"Is this the other reason you broke my window tonight?" You asked, holding a small bit of irritation to the snarkiness in your voice.
Connor huffed softly. Reluctantly pulling his lips away from your neck to properly look down at you.
"I really am sorry about the window, lass." Connor pouted. Eyebrows dipping in a guilt ridden expression. Lips pursed in a way that made him look like he was about to cry.
All while his fingers gently brushed along your cheeks. Tucking your hair behind your ear and tickling soft skin of your shoulders.
You groaned heavily and held his face in your hands.
"Stop using that damned adorable face! I forgive you! You're fine, but seriously. Did you come here to cuddle?"
Connor nodded and buried his face back into your neck. His arms flexed for a moment, giving you a tight embrace before releasing you.
"Yes. I'm needy and clingy. I need cuddles or I get grumpy." The Irishman grumbled. The soft tickle of his voice against your neck made you giggle. And you couldn't help but squeeze him back.
"That's fine. Just next time, don't tap against the window. I'm like a goldfish. I get startled easily."
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Imagine: A Minotaur boyfriend who comforts you after a bad day at work
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Work was brutal, especially during the holidays. It didn't help that everyone seemed to be in a bad mood. Your co-workers were exhausted and the costumers seemed to have short fuses.
Once you got home, you dropped your stuff, slumped into the couch, and began to cry.
As you held your face in your hands, trying to contain the tears shedding from your eyes, you heard and felt the heavy footsteps of your Minotaur boyfriend approaching towards you. You didn't realize he was home.
His deep and gentle voice resonates within the room, asking with concern, "Baby, what's wrong?" Suddenly, a massive yet surprisingly tender hand grips your shoulder. You felt the cushion dip as he sat down next to you, sliding you closer to him.
Your voice cracks as you lift your heads out of your hands. "Work was so..." you try to explain the situation but get interrupted by the sheer closeness of your boyfriend. Inches apart, his warm breath tickles your face, and those fluffy ears of his twitch ever so slightly, displaying an expression of genuine concern.
You kinda just blank out for a moment.
Gently stroking your cheek with his thumb, your mind comes back to reality, allowing you to pour out your heartache about the terrible day you experienced. "My day started off really good, but then it went south fast," you say, the pain still evident in your voice.
Recalling every detail, from the irritating customers to the lack of support from colleagues, your boyfriend remains attentive throughout, nodding occasionally to show understanding.
Once the last word leaves your lips, your boyfriend wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace.
Without any warning, your boyfriend scoops you up into his arms, carrying you swiftly towards the bedroom. Startled by the sudden action, you release a tiny gasp which is met with his deep, reassuring laughter.
"Wait, I need to cook dinner!" you attempt to resist, but his affectionate peck on your cheek silences your concerns. "Don't worry, babe, I'll order us some takeout instead," he promises, his cool, moist nose pressing against your skin.
Carrying you into your shared bedroom, he places you carefully beneath the sheets before joining you in bed. Enveloping you within his furry arms, he whispers in his deep voice, "You deserve a nice cuddling session after today."
Snuggling deeper into his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his body, you hear him snort playfully before his rough tongue grazes across the crown of your head.
"Thank you," you whisper. "I love you."
"Anything for you, babe," he replies tenderly, squeezing you a bit tighter. "And I love you too."
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