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besamehyuka · 11 months

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Let’s Keep Her: Introduction

WARNING: THIS CONTAINS SCENES WHICH MAY BE UNPLEASANT FOR SOME READERS! SUCH AS; INAPPROPRIATE TOUCHING, WORDS, ACTIONS AND PHRASES. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SMUT/MAFIA/ILLEGAL ACTIVITIES; DO NOT READ!!

(All Parts)

“Excuse me.” You stated, your eyes glancing over to the man who stood in-front of you, his massive frame pressed against the wall, his eyes never even visible in the pale light that scattered across the bank’s halls. It should’ve scared you, maybe even shook you up a bit, but many years of this job wouldn’t scare anyone.

It wasn’t a light job, only the tainted of heart could do it, and as your mother had told you, you had a heart of ice.

“Thicker than a block of ice!” She called, tears flooding down her wrinkled face as she yelled at you, her hands dangling to her sides, that was moments after she had slapped you. Slapped you with an intensity so sharp it caused your mouth to go numb. A slap so full of emotion, even the heartless could feel it.

All of this because you had told her what your job was. All of this because she wanted an elegant pretty princess, and you weren’t going to give her what she wanted.

But back to the task at hand, this was far more important than your sappy tragedy with your ungrateful mother. These people were in here way past closing. These people could be dangerous, and you swallowed thickly as you felt hands travel up your spine.

“Hey boss, we found her.” A dark husky voice stated, his growl almost sounding like it had came from Satan himself. Who was this person? What on earth?

You pushed the hand away stepped backwards, taking in the sight of the man that had just spoken. “Don’t you touch me!” You commanded. And with that, the man’s voice who was as deep as iron chuckled. His eyes loomed before yours.

He had obviously dyed bleach blonde hair, freckled cheeks, way too pale of skin, that looked creamy milk white. But it was beautiful. Way too beautiful for any natural man, and his eyes, it scared you. You felt every vein in your body freeze. His eyes were crimson red, like the fires of tarturus. Like the ends of the earth lingered in his eyes. He wasn’t a human, and you felt it.

“I’m starting to wonder now why you’re able to resist me the way you are. How you’re able to simply walk away.” He urged on, stepping forward, forcing you to take several steps backward.

“You aren’t scaring me! If you think you can jus-” Before you could reply you felt a tone firm chest press against your back, causing every fiber of your being, all your strength, all ounce of your pride to collapse.

You had forgotten about the other one. How could you have been so stupid? You had let your guard down! Of all things they taught you in school, this was the most important.

Maybe if you could just shift your weight and-

“If you think you’re getting out of this you’re dead wrong.” The other man stated from behind you. Pressing a warm mouth to your neck inhaling your scent as if he was a lover, a provider, a giver, your giver.

You shudder as you try to pry at his arms, but his tight on you only seemed to strengthen. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he chuckled.

“Going away so soon, love? You smell awfully delicious. O-.” He confirmed shooting the other man a smirk.

“My favorite.” The other licked his lips with a reassuring look.

You grimace, the look of dread filled your face. Were you going to die here? With these handsome but deadly men clutching you, acting like complete psychos?

“Get the hell away from me!” You yelled, kneeing, scratching, trying everything in your power, finally freeing yourself, earning a low chuckle from the man behind you, who clutched you so eagerly just seconds ago.

“I like her. Let’s not kill this one Chan.”

And with that, the other one you suppose was Chan tilted his head in acknowledgement, smirking as he glazed you over. “Its decided. Let’s keep her. “

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16bruises · 1 year

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Victims of Time

Vampire / Kas(?) Eddie x gn Reader

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“Love bleeds you dry until the red organ ceases to beat.”

-Sonya Watson

When Eddie died in the upside down he never thought he’d wake up and never go back to sleep.

Every day is just a continuation of the day before. Every day was March 27, 1986.

He died to everyone who knew him but he didn’t really die. Whatever venom that was within those demo bats did this.

The world seemed like it was mocking him when The Lost Boys came out in 1987; teasing him for being lost —for basically being a godforsaken creature with a thirst for blood.

He hated seeing how the people he loved move on from his death, or at least attempt to move on, and in one case; not move on at all. He hated that he left his people.

The one, unfortunate person, who wasn’t able to move on was his Uncle Wayne.

Wayne loved Eddie. Nothing would ever take or change the love he felt for his son. Certainly not death.

Eddie watched in horror over the course of 2 years, his uncle slowly falling apart from the inside out.

Wayne passed away on March 22, 1989. He had a nice funeral. Eddie watched it from far away, not like anyone was searching for him or would notice his presence.

Nancy Wheeler had made it a priority to check in with Wayne every Monday and Thursday, she was distraught when she heard about his death, she hadn’t noticed any sudden changes, no startling decline in health or anything.

Nancy and Wayne had an unlikely friendship, so in honor of him, she wrote a genuinely lovely article about him. Eddie still holds onto that newspaper and rereads that article from time to time.

The three people who tried moving on were Dustin, Lucas, and Steve.

Eddie’s chest tightens when he thinks about how horrific and traumatizing his “death” must’ve been for Dustin.

Dustin tried to stay positive and even handed off the guitar pick necklace Eddie once wore to Wayne, thinking it’d give him closure. But it didn’t. Nothing seemed to.

Eddie doesn’t really know if Dustin ever moved on. He moved away though, that he knows for certain.

He moved to Utah, presumably to live closer to Suzie.

Lucas, while battling the grief of losing Max, was trying to battle the loss of Jason, Chrissy, and Eddie.

Lucas doesn’t like to admit it, in fact, he hates coming across little crumbled up and ripped pieces of notebook paper that contain the neat handwriting that once belonged to Chrissy Cunningham or a dusty stack of Polaroids showing him with the basketball team.

He hates that he knew them. He hates that he knows how much Jason adored Chrissy and was completely head over heels for her. He hates that he can remember the countless times Jason would just talk and talk and talk about Chrissy.

He hates how he, deep deep in his mind, feels like to an extent Jason’s actions were justifiable —redeemable even.

He hates finding little notes from Chrissy in his bag or in his pockets, especially the ones from right after he and Max split because Chrissy would pass him notes in class asking how he was handling things and if he was doing alright.

And he hates more than almost anything how he was so sure he was going to be able to talk to Eddie after everything.

Lucas Sinclair is somewhat of a shell of the happy boy he once was. It hurt to watch him go visit Max every day until her body was no longer held in the hospital. Then to watch him visit her and bring her flowers, that almost hurt more. They were both only kids.

Lucas was smart though, always was. He got a good job, as far as Eddie could tell. He always bought really really nice flowers for Max and made sure to keep her headstone as clean as possible. He always wore nice clothes to visit her.

Steve had a hard time moving on but he also didn’t stick around for too long for Eddie to tell for sure.

Steve felt like shit about Eddie. He was always quick to judge Eddie, quick to talk shit about him. Steve watched Eddie be so himself so easily and it pissed him off.

Steve left in the early months of 1990, he and Robin left together and moved to New York together.

Nancy moved on from Eddie’s death. Yes, she was sad, especially for his friends and family. She wasn’t in either of those groups to him though.

Eddie appreciated her though.

She didn’t stay hung up on him and was able to help Wayne during the little time he had left.

You, however. Tore Eddie apart. He’s no stranger to being selfish when it came to you. He just despises how often he finds himself trying to justify why he didn’t want you to move on.

The thought of you falling apart as Wayne did brings Eddie to his knees and tears to his eyes.

At times he wishes you would’ve just left before you had been able to move on. But you never did. Kinda

Eddie watched you grieve, for a long long time. But sometime in the summer of 1988, you started to become who you were before. Slowly but surely you recovered from the grief.

Eddie watched you cry for Wayne, the process of grief starting all over again, but a little different this time. Yes, your heart broke at the news of Wayne dying, but not in the same way your heart shattered at the news of Eddie’s.

Eddie watched you recover once again, he watched you make new relationships, he watched you grow and loved you consistently the entire time.

When you were 46 you were diagnosed with lung cancer. Figures, you used to smoke with Eddie and picked up chain smoking for a few years after he “passed”

you didn’t make it to 50.

Eddie felt like he was going to flip his body inside out when he found out you died. He had never, and hasn’t since, cried that hard before.

He found out about 2-3 days after you had actually died. Which almost made it worse for him.

He had existed for a few days, not even knowing you weren’t there anymore.

While you never made it to your 50th birthday, Eddie did. He wrote you a long, long letter and left it folded (as neatly as he could manage), at your headstone along with the pretties wildflowers he could find.

He hated thinking about birthdays, it makes him realize how much time has passed. How long he’s been dead to his loved ones.

Eddie’s most recent birthday was his 95th- stings.

He doesn’t like how he’s begun to recognize more and more names while he walks through the cemetery to visit you every night.

Eddie only likes one thing he did over the course of the past 75-ish years he’s been cursed.

He remembers everything about it…

He loves that this curse seemingly tattoos some memories in every corner of his mind.

It was just past 8, it was a warm night in 1987. It was September 28th.

You were trying to clean up your room, but you came across a box that had a ton of old pictures, letters, gifts, and cassettes from Eddie.

He watched your neutral expression fall into one of distress, then to one of pure sorrow as you carefully lifted the contents of the box close to you, holding a photo of you and Eddie to your chest as you shakily placed one of the cassettes into your cassette player before hesitantly continuing to sift through the box.

Eddie could hear the sound of his own guitar playing fill the room. He’d been so strict with the rules he harshly laid upon himself but something about this situation hurt too much.

It hurt to watch, to hear, to be the centerpiece of your suffering.

He couldn’t control himself when he heard a sob break from you. He yanked your window until it was fully open, catching your attention with the sounds of his heavy footsteps.

He remembers the light gasp that escaped you when he looked back towards you.

You still held the photo to your chest as you hesitantly stood up and stepped closer to Eddie.

He could see the tears that hadn’t yet escaped your lower lashes.

“Hey Baby”

Your eyebrows furrowed, you didn’t understand what was happening. You thought maybe this was a grief thing. You thought that maybe you were so stricken with grief your broken mind is now resorting to hallucinating Eddie in your room.

But no, he was there.

He reached out and held your face, bringing you closer to him.

”What is this?”

Eddie kissed you, repeatedly in an attempt to silence to the confusion you were feeling.

“Don’t worry about it- don’t worry about any of it right now” He kissed you probably a million times that night. He held you and told you he loved and missed you and cried with you until you fell asleep.

He brushed the hair away from your face, leaned over, and pressed lingering kisses to your face and your lips.

He slipped out the window and slid it back shut the way it had initially been.

He stole quite a few things from your home after you passed away, so he’d always have some parts of you, but he gave you two final gifts to try to make up for it before your casket was closed forever and put in the ground.

Even though he was only 20 before he “died” and you were only about 19 at the time- he knew he wanted to marry you, without a doubt.

He saved up, Wayne even pitched in as a way to show his support for Eddie, and Eddie bought you a pretty ring he was going to propose to you with.

He slipped that ring onto your ring finger and slid a guitar pick into your palm before closing your fingers around it for you.

He pressed his lips to your cold knuckles, taking in your face for the last time.

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theyareweird · 4 months

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Vampire Knight: Senri Shiki's Yandere for Kianna Komori —Aesthetic Part 1 (Requested)

The following moodboard features a couple. Senri Shiki is on the left column. Kianna Komori is presented on the left. The middle column represents Senri's yandere obsession for Kianna.

His New Obsession

This had to have been Headmaster Cross' request. Regardless, Senri had the opportunity to meet the adorable Kianna for the first time. The petite, yet emotionless girl, wouldn't have joined the other squealing Day Class girls otherwise if she hadn’t been simply following Yuki around. Senri remembered how Kianna stood out to him for how she stood on the sidelines holding a black parasol over her shoulder. She was clearly irritated with the noise around her and had no interest in making a fool of herself for a group of strangers. To Senri, he liked how she presented a different demeanor from most other girls. The second time he spotted her amongst the crowd, Rima was being teased by Hanabusa for supposedly having a "human relative". When Senri's blue eyes landed on Kianna, he thought it was amusing to see her nibbling on a macaroon cookie as she waited for Yuki to fend off the crazy Day Class girls. Through the subtle characteristics, he could tell Rima would get along quite well with the new girl. The two of them could easily become best friends. In addition, it was obvious Kianna was his type.

Late September

Senri had been attending Cross Academy for a while now. He enjoyed spending time with his best friend and modeling partner, Rima, in the Night Class. Beyond this, Senri was often bored. It didn't matter how much he worked as a model or hunted down Level Es in his spare time, the young vampire didn't have much to keep his interest. One day, a new girl transfered into the Day Class. Senri was only made aware of this girl's presence through the Disciplinary Committee member, Yuki. She had been tasked with ensuring, Kianna Komori, adjusted well to campus life by being her personal guide for her first week at school.

From that moment on, Senri had to steal glances at Kianna. But after Yuki was done escorting the new girl around her first week, Kianna had no reason to visit during the Night Class cross-over. Upon which, Senri acknowledged his new obsession. Finally something to save him from boredom. Senri admitted Kianna "looked quite yummy" to him. However, Rima could only give him so many blood tables before he insisted on having a taste of Miss Komori for himself.

At first, Rima presented the idea to Kaien as taking Kianna under their wing and befriending the new girl. It was obvious she didn't quite fit in with the rambunctious Day Class beyond mirroring Zero's irritated demeanor over observing the love-struck students. Besides, Kaien was overjoyed to hear two Night Class students were taking the initiative to co-exist with humans by bonding with a human girl of similar interests. Knowing this supported his ideology, the Headmaster allowed Rima and Shiki permission to host a little tea party in the Moon Dormitory for Kianna.

The little get-together was a success. The Dorm-Vice President, Takuma, was more than thrilled to play host for the evening. The rose tea contained a lovely fragrance. There were plenty of biscuits and rosette jam to go around. Most importantly, Kianna was allowed to adorn herself in one of her usual Lolita-style dresses. Senri could hardly contain his admiration for how cute she looked. The only thing stopping him from committing the academy's biggest taboo was consistently nibbling on various treats and finger sandwiches.

Later that night, Senri had given Kianna his phone number. He was quick to ask her out on a date once the tea party was over. Luckily for him, Kianna seemed to have rubbed off on him and Rima during the little event. Senri had planned on taking Kianna out to a maid café in town, which was known for its sweets. The walk from the campus to the town would allow him the chance to talk to Kianna, or not. Perhaps a quiet walk was best to take things slow.

Unfortunately, while they were out on their date, Senri and Kianna encountered a Level E. That monstrous thing thought it could touch what belonged to Senri alone. In that moment, Senri bit the tip of his index finger and used his special ability, Blood Whip, to defend Kianna. Once the Level E turned to dust, Senri took the opportunity to explain the secret world of vampires and the entire purpose behind Cross Academy.

"I already knew about the existence of vampires". Kianna bluntly blurted out. Senri only blinked back at her in responce. "But I didn't know there were different levels". She admitted. In fact, although Kianna didn't express it, she was taken back by the purpose of Cross Academy. Knowing this, she believed her father would be quite upset if he ever discovered this school wasn't going to permit his daughter to become a blood sacrifice for the vampires residing here.

"I don't know how you became aware of our existence, but if you don’t know what a Level E is, you must not know much about our world". Senri said, hoping Kianna might have questions for him. However, all she did was roll her eyes; as if to say his statement was obvious. Despite what occurred, Senri took the opportunity to ask Kianna questions about his world. If she indicated any sign she wasn’t aware of the question, then Senri would answer his own question and explain the information to her. Although it only seemed like a one-sided conversation, Kianna's eyes never left Senri's face, proving she was listening.

After that evening, Senri spent whatever time he could informing Kianna of his world. Meanwhile, he also took the chance to inform her of how vampires treat their lovers. Although Kianna didn't know it yet, Senri was slowly, but surely telling his new romantic partner; there was no turning back from this. She belonged to him. Senri now only craved her blood. After all, drinking Kianna's blood was going to be the only way to satisfy his longing from now on.

Requested: @nunezs-stuff

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