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gyuuberryy · 11 months ago

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fatal trouble

pairing: vampire!sunghoon x reader

synopsis: your roommate is hot. really really hot. and odd too. really really odd. after a strange experience with him, you slowly start distancing yourself from him. but, it becomes exceptionally hard with your feelings coming in the way. how are you supposed to protect yourself if you can’t resist him? the answer is you don’t need to. your fates are intertwined and there's no letting go.

genre: roommates to lovers, vampire au, soulmate au

warnings: suggestive content, mentions of nightmares and blood, jealous!sunghoon,

note: dropping this before i go on hiatus for a month due to school work. i haven't proofread it that well i hope there are no mistakes. also im obsessed with vampire aus, enhablr needs more of them fr!! i hope you enjoy reading this!

word count: 6k

if you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3

the soft glow of your laptop screen illuminated your face, casting long shadows across sunghoon's pristine white sheets. you were sprawled out on his bed, legs crossed beneath you, surrounded by a chaotic scatter of textbooks and papers. the quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the room, broken only by the intermittent clicks of your keyboard.

sunghoon sat at his desk, a silhouette against the darkened room, save for the focused beam of his desk lamp. his fingers danced across the keyboard with an almost rhythmic precision, the soft glow of the screen reflecting in his dark eyes. you’d grown accustomed to the sight of him engrossed in his work, a solitary figure lost in the world of ones and zeros.

you’d known each other for a few months now, the kind of acquaintance born out of shared living space and the occasional group project. as roommates sharing the same major, your apartment had become a de facto study hub. computer science had thrown you together more often than not, and tonight was no exception.

“hey, did you get the part about the algorithm?” your voice, a whisper in the quiet, cut through the comfortable silence.

sunghoon glanced up, his eyes a deep, almost unnatural shade of red in the dim light. for a moment, you were struck by how different he looked compared to the daylight. “yeah, i think so. isn’t it something about minimising the time complexity?”

you nodded, your eyes scanning the code on your screen. “exactly. i’m just having trouble with the implementation.”

a comfortable silence settled over the room as you both focused on your respective screens. the only sound was the rhythmic tapping of keys and the occasional sigh of frustration. you glanced up at sunghoon, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of his monitor. his long, slender fingers moved with an almost hypnotic grace across the keyboard.

there was something undeniably attractive about his focused intensity. his features, normally sharp and aloof, softened slightly when he was engrossed in his work. it was a side of him you rarely saw, and it was oddly captivating.

you shook your head, mentally scolding yourself for such thoughts. he was your roommate, nothing more. and besides, there was no way he could be interested in someone like you.

“hey,” sunghoon’s voice cut through your reverie, “i think i figured it out.”

you blinked, startled. “oh, really? want to explain it?”

he nodded, sliding his chair back and standing up. he walked over to your side of the bed, his tall frame looming over you. as he leaned in to point at your screen, his scent washed over you – a subtle blend of wood and something else, almost sweet, that you couldn’t quite place.

you felt a strange warmth creeping up your neck as he hovered over you. his proximity was unnerving, yet strangely intoxicating. you swallowed hard, trying to focus on the code in front of you.

sunghoon's breath was warm against your ear as he leaned in closer, his voice a low rumble, "try this." his finger hovered over your keyboard, about to demonstrate.

you felt a shiver run down your spine, not from the cool night air but from the inexplicable sensation of being so close to him. his scent, a mix of something woodsy and faintly sweet, was intoxicating. you tried to focus on the code, to ignore the way your heart was pounding in your chest.

he typed a few lines, his fingers brushing against yours. the contact sent a jolt of electricity through you. you forced yourself to concentrate on the screen, trying to understand the changes he made.

"see?" he said, straightening up. "it's simpler this way."

you nodded, still reeling from the physical contact. "thanks," you managed to say, your voice barely a whisper.

sunghoon stepped back, a small smile playing on his lips. "no problem," he said, turning back to his own computer.

you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. it was just sunghoon, your roommate. nothing more. but the way he had acted, the way he had touched you, it was making it hard to think of him that way.

the room was quiet again, the only sounds the soft clacking of keyboards and the occasional rustle of paper. you were deep in thought, trying to wrap your head around a particularly complex problem when a question popped into your head. on impulse, you asked, “so, sunghoon, what do you do in your free time, when you’re not, you know, studying?”

sunghoon paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. a flicker of something, perhaps surprise or amusement, passed across his face before he responded smoothly, “free time is a luxury for a computer science student, don’t you think? but when i do find a spare moment, i usually spend it reading or exploring new coding languages.”

his answer was polite, but it felt rehearsed, as if he'd prepared a response for just such a question. a sense of curiosity sparked within you. you’d always thought sunghoon was a bit of an enigma, but this was a new level of intrigue.

curiosity, a persistent itch, prodded you to ask something more than just about schoolwork.

“hey, i was curious about this” you started, your voice barely audible over the hum of the air conditioner, “where are you from?” it was a simple question, one you would normally ask any new acquaintance, but there was something about sunghoon that made you curious about his past.

he paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. for a moment, there was a stillness in the room that was almost palpable. then, with a casual shrug, he replied, "oh, just a small town. nothing interesting." the response was swift, deflecting your question with ease.

confused, you returned to your code, but your mind was racing. there was something off about sunghoon, something that had intrigued you from the moment you met him. you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but there were strange little details that had started to accumulate.

there were those odd instances – like the time you'd woken up in the middle of the night to find the kitchen light on and sunghoon standing at the counter, completely motionless, his eyes glowing an eerie red. or the way he seemed to have an uncanny ability to appear and disappear without a sound. and then there was the peculiar lack of a reflection in any mirror in his room.

these memories surfaced, sharp and clear, as if your brain was piecing together a puzzle it didn't know existed. you shook your head, dismissing the thoughts as overactive imagination. after all, sunghoon was just your roommate, a fellow computer science student. nothing more, nothing less.

a yawn escaped your lips as you stretched, the late hour finally catching up with you. “i think i’m going to call it a night,” you announced, rubbing your eyes. the weight of the unanswered questions about sunghoon was beginning to feel heavy.

sunghoon nodded, his gaze fixed on the computer screen. “alright, good night then. i’ll probably stay up a bit longer.”

you nodded in response, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. as you stood up, you glanced down at the floor. something was off. the soft glow from sunghoon’s computer cast long shadows on the floor, including a distinct one from his chair. but there was no shadow of sunghoon himself. the spot where his shadow should have been was empty, an inky void against the illuminated floor.

a chill ran down your spine. your heart pounded in your ears. your mind raced, trying to come up with a logical explanation, but nothing made sense. you snatched up your bag, your movements jerky and panicked. without a second thought, you fled back to your room, the door slamming shut behind you. you fumbled with the lock, your hands trembling. only when you heard the satisfying click of the lock did you allow yourself to breathe.

your heart pounded in your ears as you leaned against the cool metal of your door. the realisation of what you had seen was slowly sinking in. no human lacked a shadow. it was impossible. a chill ran down your spine.

you tried to rationalise it away. maybe there was a draft, or a trick of the light. but deep down, you knew better. something was profoundly wrong, and it was connected to sunghoon. the friendly, quiet roommate you thought you knew was now shrouded in an unsettling mystery.

you glanced at the clock. it was late, and exhaustion was starting to creep in. you needed to sleep, to clear your head. but how could you sleep with this looming over you? you decided to distract yourself by pulling out a book from your shelf, hoping the words would drown out the unsettling thoughts.

as you turned the pages, your mind kept drifting back to sunghoon. his unusual behaviour, the absence of his shadow, it all fit together into a terrifying puzzle. you tried to shake off the feeling, but it was like a persistent itch you couldn't scratch.

sleep finally claimed you, but it was restless. your dreams were filled with shadows, long and menacing, closing in on you. you woke up with a start, your heart racing. the first light of dawn was filtering through your curtains. you got out of bed and went to the window. the world outside looked ordinary, peaceful. but you knew the truth was far from it.

something was wrong with sunghoon, and you were determined to find out what.

the days following your unsettling discovery were a blur of forced normalcy. you tried to interact with sunghoon as if nothing was amiss, but the weight of your knowledge cast a long shadow over your interactions. you found yourself avoiding his gaze, your voice trembling when you spoke to him.

sunghoon seemed oblivious to your discomfort at first. he’d always been a quiet person, so his reserved nature didn’t raise any immediate suspicion. however, as the days turned into weeks, his patience began to wear thin.

"hey, are you free to study together tomorrow?" he asked one evening as you were both making dinner. his tone was casual, but you could detect a hint of underlying disappointment.

your heart skipped a beat. you’d been avoiding his study invitations, coming up with increasingly elaborate excuses. the truth hung heavy in the air, a tangible thing between you. you hesitated, your mind racing.

"i... i’m really busy tomorrow," you stammered, your voice barely audible. "maybe next week?"

disappointment flashed across sunghoon’s face before he masked it with a forced smile. "sure, no problem," he replied, his voice flat.

as he turned away, you couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. you'd hurt him, and you knew it.

the night was a descent into terror. you dreamt of shadows, long and menacing, closing in on you. sunghoon was there, but not as you knew him. his eyes burned with an unnatural light, and his form was distorted, monstrous. you were running, but your legs were leaden, and the shadows were gaining on you. a scream built in your throat, but no sound escaped.

you woke with a start, drenched in sweat. your heart pounded like a drumbeat in your chest. panic washed over you as you gasped for air. you were disoriented, unsure of where you were. a noise from the living room startled you, and you jumped out of bed.

the light was on, and there, standing in the doorway, was sunghoon, his face etched with concern. before you could react, you found yourself lunging at him, your hands grasping at his neck. he didn't fight back, instead, he held you tightly, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

your sobs racked your body as you clung to him, finding solace in his warmth. he shushed you softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. gradually, your breathing began to slow, and your body relaxed.

when you finally calmed down, sunghoon gently guided you back to bed. he sat on the edge, running a comforting hand through your hair. you clung to him, your fear slowly dissipating.

in the quiet that followed, you felt a strange urge to confide in him. your voice was barely a whisper when you began, "i dreamt of you... as something... different."

sunghoon stiffened, but his grip on you didn't loosen. something flashed behind his eyes, but he listened intently as you recounted the terrifying details of your nightmare. when you finished, he was silent for a long moment. finally, he whispered, "go back to sleep," and you felt him lean down to kiss your forehead.

with that, he quietly left the room, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts.

the days that followed were a careful ballet of avoidance. you moved through your days with a practised detachment, constructing an invisible wall between yourself and sunghoon. the weight of your decision pressed down on you like a physical burden. despite the burgeoning crush that had blossomed in the quiet corners of your heart, you'd created a formidable wall between yourself and sunghoon. his enigmatic nature, coupled with the unsettling discoveries you'd made, had convinced you to keep him at arm's length. it was a lonely existence, a self-imposed exile that offered a semblance of safety.

your days were a monotonous cycle of lectures, assignments, and solitary meals. you'd found solace in the company of your classmate, lee heeseung, his cheerful demeanour a stark contrast to the storm raging within you. yet, even as you laughed and shared stories with him, a part of you longed for the quiet intensity of sunghoon's presence.

in the vast, impersonal lecture hall, you’d sought refuge in the anonymity of the crowd. but even here, you couldn't escape the weight of your decision. a persistent sense of being watched gnawed at you, a constant reminder of the eyes that followed your every move. and you knew very well who it was. it was during one such lecture that the tension reached a breaking point.

you were engrossed in your notes when a subtle shift in the atmosphere caught your attention. a cold prickle ran down your spine as you slowly turned your head. there, in the row behind you, sat sunghoon, his gaze fixed intently on you. his expression was a complex interplay of emotions - longing, pain, and a flicker of something darker.

your heart pounded in your chest as a wave of guilt washed over you. you'd hurt him, pushed him away without a second thought. in that moment, as his eyes held yours, you realised the depth of your own cowardice.

not to mention, with each passing night your nightmares had intensified. each night a descent into a darker, more terrifying realm. sleep, once a refuge, had transformed into a battlefield, leaving you exhausted and on edge. the physical toll was evident - dark circles shadowed your eyes, and your skin had started to take on a sickly pallor.

despite your deteriorating condition, you continued to maintain your distance from sunghoon. guilt gnawed at you, but fear held you captive. yet, in the aftermath of each nightmare, you found yourself seeking solace in his presence. he’d sit by your bed his silent vigil a comforting anchor in the storm of your nightmares. his touch, gentle and reassuring, had become a lifeline, pulling you back from the brink of despair.

one particularly harrowing night, you woke up screaming, your body drenched in sweat. sunghoon was by your side almost instantly, his arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. as your fear subsided, you began to recount the nightmare, your voice trembling.

"i... i dreamt of a place," you managed to say, your words halting. "a dark place, with... with strange symbols."

sunghoon's grip tightened around you. "and you were alone," he finished for you, his voice low and soothing.

your eyes widened in shock. how could he know what you had dreamt about? you hadn’t even managed to complete your story. yet, sunghoon had described it perfectly, as if he had been there with you.

a chill ran down your spine. you pulled away from him, your eyes filled with fear and confusion. sunghoon simply looked at you, his expression unreadable, before turning and leaving the room.

what did this mean? how could sunghoon know about your nightmares? the answers were as elusive as ever, but one thing was certain: the line between the ordinary and the extraordinary was blurring, and you were caught in the crossfire.

the nightmares ceased as abruptly as they had begun. you woke each morning feeling refreshed, the spectre of terror finally lifted from your shoulders. a sense of relief washed over you, but it was tinged with a strange melancholy. the nightly visits from sunghoon, a comforting ritual amidst the chaos, were now absent.

initially, you welcomed the return to normalcy. the constant fear and exhaustion had taken a toll on you, and the ability to sleep soundly was a precious gift. but as days turned into weeks, a nagging sense of unease crept in. sunghoon's absence, once a welcome respite, now felt like a void.

you started noticing subtle changes in him. his eyes, once bright and alert, were now shadowed by dark circles. his once sharp features seemed softened by fatigue. it was as if a weight was pressing down on him, a burden he carried alone.

a pang of guilt struck you. perhaps your avoidance had contributed to his deteriorating condition. you wanted to reach out, to offer support, but fear held you back. what if your presence only made things worse? what if you discovered something terrifying?

you longed to reach out to him, to offer solace and support, but the words remained trapped in your throat. the fear of rejection, of further pushing him away, paralyzed you. it was a cruel irony that the person you yearned to comfort was the one causing you the most pain.

the afternoon sun beat down on the bustling campus as you made your way towards the nearest convenience store. the promise of a refreshing popsicle was the only thing that could lure you away from the confines of your dorm room. with a popsicle clutched in your hand, you emerged from the store, ready to face the world, one frozen treat at a time.

just as you were about to savour the first bite, heeseung materialised beside you, his infectious grin lighting up his face. "arcade?" he suggested, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. you nodded, the prospect of a distraction proving too tempting to resist.

you split the popsicle down the middle, the sweet, icy treat a welcome respite from the oppressive heat. as you handed one half to heeseung, a strange sensation washed over you. it was as if a cold draft had swept across your skin, a shiver that had nothing to do with the melting popsicle in your hand.

instinctively, you turned around, your heart pounding in your chest. there, on the other side of the road, stood sunghoon, his figure cast in the harsh sunlight. his eyes, usually guarded, were fixed on you with an intensity that bordered on hostility. a scowl marred his usually indifferent features, and his jaw was clenched tightly.

you offered a timid smile, a feeble attempt to bridge the chasm between you. but his gaze remained unwavering, cold and unforgiving. with a final, contemptuous glance, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

a wave of guilt and confusion washed over you. you'd hurt him, you knew that. but the intensity of his reaction was unexpected, almost frightening. as you turned back to heeseung, you forced a smile, determined to push the unsettling encounter to the back of your mind.

the encounter with sunghoon left a bitter taste in your mouth. his hostile glare had shattered the fragile peace you'd been cultivating. as you and heeseung made your way to the arcade, your mind raced, trying to decipher the meaning behind sunghoon's outburst. had your avoidance pushed him to the brink? or was there something more sinister at play?

the arcade, with its flashing lights and the cacophony of sound, offered a temporary escape from the turmoil within. you lost yourself in the rhythm of the games, the competitive spirit temporarily drowning out the unsettling incident. yet, even as you laughed and cheered with heeseung, your mind kept drifting back to sunghoon, his angry gaze burning into your memory.

as the afternoon wore on, a sense of unease settled over you. the carefree atmosphere of the arcade couldn't mask the growing storm within. the incident with sunghoon had opened a wound, a raw and painful reminder of the complex dynamics between you.

you glanced at heeseung, his laughter infectious, and felt a pang of guilt. he was doing everything to lift your spirits, to distract you from your troubles. but your mind was elsewhere, trapped in a labyrinth of doubt and fear.

the walk back to your dorm was a solitary affair. the campus, usually bustling with activity, seemed deserted. with each step, the weight of your worries grew heavier. the encounter with sunghoon had forced you to confront the reality of the situation. you couldn't continue to bury your head in the sand, hoping that the problem would resolve itself.

the weight of the day pressed down on you as you unlocked the apartment door. exhaustion tugged at your limbs, but the lingering unease from your encounter with sunghoon kept your mind racing.

as you stepped into the living room, a jolt of surprise ran through you. sunghoon was standing in the kitchen, his silhouette outlined by the soft glow of the refrigerator.

there was an unnatural stillness to him, a predatory calm that sent a shiver down your spine. his eyes, when they met yours, held a strange intensity, a glint of something dangerous lurking beneath the surface. "fancy seeing you here," he said, his voice low and measured.

you forced a smile, your heart pounding in your chest. "just got back," you replied, your voice barely a whisper.

he approached you slowly, his steps deliberate. "we have that new assignment," he began, his voice low and seductive. "maybe we could work on it together tomorrow?"

your mind raced, trying to come up with an excuse. "i'm... i'm pretty busy," you stammered, avoiding his gaze.

sunghoon's expression darkened. with a swift movement, he closed the distance between you, cornering you against the kitchen counter, his hands grabbing your hips. his proximity was unnerving, his scent, a mix of wood and something faintly sweet, filling your senses. you could feel his breath on your skin, hot and heavy.

"don't lie to me," he hissed, his voice low and menacing. "i know what's going on."

his grip tightened around you, and you winced.

"it's nothing," you insisted, your voice trembling. "just... busy."

"busy with heeseung?" he spat out, his jealousy evident in his tone. his eyes narrowed, and you could see the anger simmering beneath the surface.

your face flushed with embarrassment. he was taking this the wrong way. “it’s not like that,” you stammered, your voice barely a whisper.

sunghoon's grip tightened, pinning you against the cool surface of the counter. his breath was warm against your skin, and a strange sensation, a mix of fear and excitement, coursed through your veins.

“don’t lie to me,” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. “you're avoiding me.”

you didn't know why, but the power dynamic between you and sunghoon was intoxicating. he had never behaved this way before let alone showcase jealousy so blatantly. it was hot. you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

before you could respond, you found yourself leaning in, your lips brushing against his. it was an impulsive act, a desperate attempt to silence him, to end the confrontation. but, to your surprise, he responded, his lips moving against yours with a gentle intensity.

the world seemed to slow down as the kiss deepened. but as quickly as it had begun, it ended. you pulled away, your heart pounding in your chest.

overwhelmed by a rush of emotions, you turned and fled to your room, slamming the door behind you. you leaned against the door, panting, your mind racing.

the realisation of what you had done hit you like a tidal wave. you had kissed your roommate, a person you were actively avoiding due to a growing sense of fear and unease. the implications of your actions were terrifying. you'd crossed a line, a boundary you had carefully constructed to protect yourself.

a series of frantic knocks on the door jolted you out of your stupor. it was sunghoon, his voice muffled through the wood. "open up, please," he pleaded. your heart pounded in your chest. you couldn't face him now. you needed time to process what had happened, to regain control of the situation.

the knocking continued for a few minutes before finally ceasing. silence enveloped the room, heavy and oppressive. you slid down the door, your body trembling. what had you done?

morning arrived with a sense of foreboding. the thought of facing sunghoon filled you with dread, but the need to uncover the truth was stronger. you waited until the sound of his footsteps faded down the hallway, a sign that he had left for his morning jog.

with a deep breath, you crept into sunghoon's room, a sense of trepidation gnawing at you. the room was immaculate, a stark contrast to the chaos that often reigned in your own space. everything had its place, every surface spotless. there were no hidden compartments, no secret drawers, no clues to the enigmatic man who inhabited this space.

disappointment washed over you. you'd hoped to find something, anything that would explain the strange occurrences, the unsettling behaviour. but the room held no secrets, only a sense of emptiness.

your eyes scanned the room, searching for any hidden compartments or secret passages. everything seemed ordinary, almost mundane. disappointment was beginning to creep in when your gaze fell on a small cabinet tucked beneath sunghoon's desk. it was always locked, a tantalising enigma that had piqued your curiosity countless times.

today, however, there was a change. a key was lodged in the lock, an open invitation to delve into the forbidden. a wave of hesitation washed over you. you were invading his privacy, crossing a line you had sworn never to cross. but the allure of the unknown was too strong. curiosity, like a relentless tide, pulled you forward.

with trembling hands, you grasped the key and turned it. the lock clicked open with a satisfyingly smooth sound. you slid open the cabinet door, your heart pounding in your chest. a mini-fridge, small and unassuming, greeted you. a wave of relief washed over you. so this was the secret? a hidden stash of snacks?

you reached out to open the fridge door, a smirk playing on your lips. but as the cool air enveloped you, your blood ran cold.

inside, lined up neatly on the shelves, were rows of blood bags. the crimson liquid glinted in the dim light, a chilling contrast to the sterile white plastic. the sight was so surreal, so utterly horrifying, that for a moment, you thought you were hallucinating.

your mind went blank. a wave of nausea washed over you as you stared at the horrifying contents of the fridge. this couldn't be real. this was a nightmare, a twisted hallucination. but the cold, hard truth stared back at you, undeniable and terrifying.

the world tilted as your legs gave way, sending you crashing to the knees. blood bags. sunghoon kept blood bags. your roommate, the seemingly normal guy you knew, was a… vampire? the very concept seemed absurd, ripped from the pages of a fantasy novel. yet, the evidence sat before you, a stark reality that defied logic.

panic clawed at your throat, but a desperate hope flickered within you. maybe it was a medical condition. maybe he had a strange blood fetish. anything but a vampire!

"vampires don't exist, do they?", you mutter to yourself still in shock.

"yes, they do," a low voice confirmed, sending a tremor through your entire body. you spun around, scream caught in your throat. sunghoon stood in the doorway, his face unreadable, his eyes a bottomless well of emotions.

shame washed over you in a tidal wave. you felt exposed, not just for snooping, but for the fear and disgust that clouded your mind.

jumping out the window, a ridiculous notion moments ago, now seemed like the only way out. here, trapped in this surreal nightmare, your only escape seemed to be a dramatic leap from the fourth floor. it wouldn't kill you, right? you’d only break a few bones at best, which you were absolutely okay with.

with a burst of adrenaline, you scrambled to your feet and bolted towards the window, desperation fueling your actions. but before you could reach the latch, a hand clamped around your waist, pulling you back with an iron grip. "don't even think about it," sunghoon's voice was a low growl, the air crackling with unspoken emotions.

you were pinned against his chest, his warmth a stark contrast to the chilling terror that gripped you. his eyes, no longer cold and distant, burned with a mix of anger and concern.

his words hung in the air, a stark contrast to the wildness of your actions. you struggled against his hold, your fear fueling your resistance. but there was an undeniable strength in him, a power that held you captive.

"please, let me go," you gasped, your voice trembling.

sunghoon's grip loosened slightly, and he took a step back. his eyes held a mixture of concern and something else, something you couldn't quite decipher. "i won't hurt you," he said, his voice soft. "i need to explain."

your eyes met his, a mixture of fear and confusion swirling in their depths. sunghoon seemed to read your mind, his expression softening as he took a step closer. he sighed, a heavy exhale that seemed to carry the weight of centuries.

"i know this is a lot to take in," he began, his voice low and steady. "but i need you to trust me."

you nodded, your mind racing. there was something about his tone, a vulnerability beneath the hardened exterior, that compelled you to listen.

"i'm a vampire," he said, the words hanging heavy in the air. "it's not how i wanted things to be, but it's the reality i've been forced to live with."

he paused, his eyes searching your face for any signs of revulsion. but to your surprise, a strange sense of calm washed over you. this was the answer, the missing piece to the puzzle.

he went on to explain his existence, the centuries of solitude, and the desperate hope that had brought him to you. he talked about the blood bags, a necessary evil to sustain his life.

he continued, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability. "i’ve been alone for so long. i've tried to live a normal life, to blend in. and then i met you."

his gaze softened, a tender look replacing the earlier intensity. "you're my anchor, my reason to keep going. your nightmares, the ones you've been having, are a connection between us. we share them, a soulmate bond, if you will. it's the only way for me to experience human emotions, to feel truly alive."

the revelation was mind-boggling. a vampire? your soulmate? it was a story straight out of a gothic novel. yet, as he spoke, a sense of peace washed over you. there was a truth in his eyes, a vulnerability that resonated with your own.

without thinking, you reached out and hugged him. your arms wrapped around him, offering comfort and acceptance. he froze, surprised by your sudden embrace.

"i don't care," you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest. "i'll figure it out. we'll figure it out together."

he returned the hug, his arms tightening around you. his face was buried in your neck, his breath warm against your skin. you could feel his heart pounding against your chest, a rhythm that mirrored your own. in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of his embrace, fear and confusion faded, replaced by a sense of hope and possibility.

"i'm so sorry about the nightmares," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "i stopped sleeping for a while, trying to find a way to stop them. i hated seeing you scared, all because of me."

your heart ached for him. he had sacrificed his own well-being to protect you. anger and concern warred within you. how could he be so selfless, so reckless? you pushed against his chest, needing to see his face, to read the emotions swirling in his eyes.

"don't be stupid," you scolded, your voice stern. "you can't just stop sleeping."

you gently pushed against his chest, trying to create some distance between you. you needed to see his face, to gauge his sincerity.

"stop," he whined, his voice laced with playful annoyance. "just stay like this for a little longer."

his words were a stark contrast to the seriousness of the situation, but they had the desired effect. you froze, your body responding to the unexpected shift in tone. sunghoon's grip tightened around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. his lips brushed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. the warmth of his breath mingled with the scent of his skin, creating an intoxicating blend that clouded your senses.

you were caught in a whirlwind of emotions, fear and confusion replaced by a growing sense of intimacy. the line between platonic comfort and something more was blurring, and you were dangerously close to crossing it.

his voice dropped to a low octave, a husky rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "i can't stop thinking about how your lips felt against mine last night," he confessed, his breath warm against your skin. he pulled back, his eyes holding yours, a mischievous glint in their depths.

"can we do that again?" he asked, his voice laced with playful arrogance.

before you could respond, his lips were on yours, claiming your mouth with a fierce urgency. the kiss was a whirlwind, a tempest of emotions and sensations. his tongue explored your mouth, demanding entrance, while your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. the kiss was different from the one you had shared the night before, filled with a newfound urgency and intensity. his tongue explored your mouth, a dance of desire and longing. you could feel the heat radiating from his body, a warmth that was both intoxicating and terrifying.

his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. with a swift movement, he lifted you onto the bed, his lips trailing a path of fire down your neck. he nuzzled your skin, his breath creating a tingling sensation. "you smell so good," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "i had to stop myself from pouncing on you the first time i saw you."

"from now on, you're sleeping in my bed," he declared, his voice firm. "i need to make sure those nightmares don't come back. and besides, i like having you close."

as he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. in this moment, with sunghoon holding you close, everything else seemed to fade away. the line between reality and fantasy blurred, replaced by a single, undeniable truth: you were in the arms of a vampire, and you were dangerously close to falling in love.

his lips trailed down your neck, with such heat that it left you breathless. he nibbled at your skin, his teeth gently scraping against your sensitive flesh. the sensation was both painful and exhilarating, a heady mix of fear and desire. you gasped, your body arching involuntarily.

"i'm not going to bite you," he promised, his voice laced with a hint of mischief.

"not yet, at least."

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littlefluu · 4 months ago

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★ !! SAFE & SOUND by @thatfeelinwhenyou Navigating one year post-apocalypse, when the dead began to walk and the living proved to be no better, you decide that trust is a luxury you can no longer afford. But after a run-in with a group of seven peculiar survivors, you learn that there are bigger problems than just the undead roaming the streets. You also start to wonder if there’s more to survival than simply staying alive. ᝰ dystopian, post-apocalyptic survival, horror/thriller, slow burn, ANGST , FUCK THIS IS SO GOOD. EVERY TIME A UPDATE COMES OUT I LITERALLY STOP EVERYTHING I AM DOING.ᐟ₊ ⊹

BLOODSTRUCK by @jjunieworld (deactivated) sugg. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾. ᝰ vampire au / vampire!enha / established relationship / suggestive / blood / biting / dry humping / kissing / skinship .ᐟ₊ ⊹

WHEN YOU ACCIDENTLY TEXT THEM "WANNA BANG" by @jayparked c. ᝰ best friend enhypen x gender neutral reader / text au .ᐟ₊ ⊹

WITH EASE by @hhmnya f. ᝰ in which hyung line helps you with your kid .ᐟ₊ ⊹

₊˚⊹꒷ LEE HEESEUNG ꒷⊹˚₊

ᝰ.ᐟ DO YOU THINK I AM FRAGILE by @just-nc-tea f, a, sugg. A car accident has turned your life upside down, leaving you with a knee and ankle that ache like they belong to someone three times your age. Navigating college with these setbacks is hard enough, but when your overprotective dad insists you take an internship with the men’s hockey team, you’re thrust back into the world you’ve spent years avoiding. The rink represents everything you’ve lost—and then there’s Heeseung, the captain whom you somehow cannot stop thinking about. ᝰ Hockey team captain! Heeseung x the coaches daughter / Ice hockey au / College sports aus / angst / hurt / comfort / slow burn / fluff, a lot of falling asleep in the same bed / some good old family drama .ᐟ₊ ⊹

SULKING WHEN HE HAS TO LEAVE FOR WORK by @jaysng f. pregnancy aches and morning sulks become part of your routine, but heeseung’s soothing touch and playful efforts to put you back to sleep remind you just how loved you are—even when work calls him away. ᝰ nonidol!heeseung!husband x fem!preg!reader .ᐟ₊ ⊹

I'LL BE HERE WHEN YOU'RE BACK by @honeyedfate f, sugg. ever since his room was revealed to the world on mbc world, heeseung has not known peace—whether it be from engenes or his very own girlfriend ᝰ idol!lee heeseung x gf!reader .ᐟ₊ ⊹

CROSS THE LINE by @heegyukeluv s, f. “How do you know if someone is flirting with you?” It was Heeseung’s question to you, and you were left with no option other than to show how you do it. ᝰ childhood best friends to lovers / fluff / kinda miscomunication? / smut .ᐟ₊ ⊹

SOMETHING OLD, SOMETHING NEW by @stllmnstr a. MC and Heeseung meet again at Jays wedding years after their break up and they have some unresolved feelings because they still love each other ᝰ angst / Exes to ?? .ᐟ₊ ⊹

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FAST FORWARD by @asahicore f. After yet another romantic disappointment in the form of one Jake Sim, you go to the well you’ve always believed to grant wishes and ask for your one and true love to appear. That night, you go to sleep in your bed but wake up in a strange house. When you head downstairs, you find a man washing the dishes and telling you your favorite meal is waiting on the table for you. You’ve spent hours glaring at the back of that head, you could recognize it anywhere—it belongs to none other than Park Jongseong, your high school sworn enemy... and future husband, or so it seems. ᝰ high school au / the type of e2l where they never really hated each other to begin with .ᐟ₊ ⊹

MUSIC TO MY EARS by @jayparked s. "Ride me." Jay huffs. It's a command, not a request. He moves back to the head of the bed, adjusting the pillows before leaning back against them. Lifting the covers away from his body, he removes his boxers slowly. looking into your eyes as he does so. ᝰ music producer jay / established relationship / thunder and lightning storms / cigarette smoking / early morning sex .ᐟ₊ ⊹

★ !! THE ART & SCIENCE OF PARENTING 101 by @jakesimfromstatefarm f, c. the art & science of parenting 101 (PSY1009)— in this interactive course, students will explore the psychological, social, and biological foundations of parenthood. through a mix of theory and hands-on practice, you'll master the art of raising a simulated baby—aka the 'robot child'. late-night feedings, tantrum taming, and crisis control are all part of the deal. what you didn't expect to be part of the deal? getting paired with jay park—the last person you'd trust to raise, well, anything. you’re pretty sure he couldn’t even take care of a pet rock. now, you’re stuck co-parenting this robot baby together for 40% of your final grade. ᝰ fluff / comedy / e2l!au / college!au /(fake)parenting!au / he fell first, she fell harder type beat/ Such a banger .ᐟ₊ ⊹

★!! SUN KEEPS RISING (LIKE IT TENDS TO DO) by @zreamy f, s, a. being the mum friend is rewarding, if not a little tricky—you would know. it wouldn't hurt to let someone look after you for once, would it? ᝰ summer au / strangers to lovers, / friends-in-law to lovers really / smut / fluff / angst / GUYS THEY WAY ZO PORTRAYS JAY? UGH. PERFECTION .ᐟ₊ ⊹

AS THE EARTH BURNS TO THE GROUND, LAY HERE WITH ME by @fleuryuns a. it takes an asteroid hurdling toward earth for you and jay to be pulled apart, and then brought back together—but it's worth it ᝰ wealthy (ex)bf!jay x scientist!femreader / end of the world au / exes to lovers / arguments / some platonic!jake thrown in there / ambiguous ending / elements from the movie don't look up / inaccurate portrayal of astrophysics and high school debate clubs .ᐟ₊ ⊹

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OOPS, JUNO by @moonheecore f, s. Getting accidentally pregnant was the last thing you ever imagined. You were still in school, with so many plans for the future ahead of you. Yet, you felt certain that keeping the baby was the decision you wanted to make. What would your aloof mother think? and, perhaps most importantly, you wonder if Jake would feel the same way? ᝰ college AU / established relationship / baby daddy Jake / toxic mother trope / abortion mentioned / frat parties / body changes during pregnancy mentioned .ᐟ₊ ⊹

KISSES SHARED WITH JAKE by @elikajinnie f, sugg. jake watching you do your makeup and cant ressist kissing you

★!! THE TATTOO ON MY RING FINGER by @thatfeelinwhenyou His neglect wasn’t an accident—it was a choice, one you kept excusing as “busy” while swallowing your hurt and waiting for him to care enough to show up. The harsh truth? He simply didn't care enough to make the effort. Remember this, ladies: if he truly wanted to, he would. "Busy" is just another word for “asshole.” And “asshole” is another word for the man you’re married to. ᝰ marriage of convenience / slow burn romance / enemies to lovers (kinda) / second chance romance / angst .ᐟ₊ ⊹

THE LOVE RIDE by @whjluv SMAU. after your mutual breakup, your ex disappears from the public eye for almost a year, only to comeback with a deeply emotional album entirely about you, sending fans into a frenzy. they analyze every lyric and link it to your past relationship, causing your breakup to become once again the talk of the internet. upset and surprised that the so private Jake preferred to deal with his emotions publicly instead of talking it out with you, you drop a single in response, highlighting the parts of your breakup he left out. ᝰ smau with some writing / singer au / exes to lovers / second chance / miscommunication trope / angst / fluff / humor .ᐟ₊ ⊹

NO DOUBT by @jakesimfromstatefarm f, a. struggling to balance a world tour, endless responsibilities, and...well, the sting of getting dumped by his girlfriend, jake finds peace & comfort confiding in you—one of his closest friends. what begins as lighthearted late-night phone calls while he's away on tour deepens into something more, quickly pulling you both into uncharted emotional territory. as your connection with jake intensifies, so does your inner turmoil—torn between the comfort of your easy relationship with him and the terrifying possibility of falling for someone you're not even sure you can have in the first place. but jake? jake has absolutely no doubt of what he wants—and spoiler alert? it's you. ᝰ idol/jake x f!reader, [ft. childhoodbestfriend!jungwon / bestfriends!enha / friends to lovers!au / angstttt / fluff / crack .ᐟ₊ ⊹

ᝰ.ᐟ THE TRUTH UNTOLD & PT. 2 by @just-nc-tea f, a, sugg. Jake’s world takes a nosedive when he gets a wedding invitation from his high school ex—the same ex who cheated on him—with your ex. Desperate to avoid showing up alone Jake ropes you into a fake relationship, just for the evening. Originally. But if you’re going to sell the lie, you have to make it convincing. That means dates, inside jokes, learning the little details about each other that real couples would know. By the time the wedding arrives, neither of you are sure where the act ends and the truth begins. ᝰ Hockeyplayer! Jake / college sports / angst / hurt / comfort / slow burn/ fluff / suggestive / fake dating / he fell first and he fell harder.ᐟ₊

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★!! CAPTAIN'S LOG by @peachenle sugg. "If you’re trying to be subtle about checking me out, it’s really not working.” You were too drunk to care, and met his eyes, “Yeah, yeah you caught me. Life’s more fun without subtlety. ᝰ hockey college!au / fratboy!au / sexual themes .ᐟ₊ ⊹ Guys I am so in love with this story! Defintely check it out!!

★!! DOWN THE HATCH by @peachenle f, sugg. a collection of moments with sunghoon, shared over meals, snacks, and drinks. a riff off of timestamps. not in chronological order. a continuation/epilogue of captain’s log. ᝰ college!au / fratboy!au / fluff / established relationship / some suggestive content .ᐟ₊ ⊹

THE LIGHTHOUSE by @jjunieworld (deactivated) f, a, h, s. the land has always been something you desperately wished you could walk on. be like the humans and walk among them. one dark and stormy night, you are granted your wish—but, it comes with a deadly price. and you only have one month to decide if you’re willing to pay it. ᝰ strangers to lovers / kinda love at first sight /mermaid!reader / lighthouse keeper!sunghoon /fantasy / slow burn / slice of life / forced proximity / classic story of a mermaid washing up on shore with a twist / slight smidge of horror elements .ᐟ₊ ⊹

WE'LL ALWAYS HAVE THIS SUMMER by @asahicore f, s, a. Your mom ruins your summer plans by sending you to the equestrian center your grandmother owns in the south of France, wanting you to spend some time away from the city and take a break from your med studies. Although you’d been determined to spend the worst time ever there, you soon find out that maybe the cold but cute horse nerd next door who doesn’t want to talk to you might actually turn this summer into the best one of your life. ᝰ summer au / strangers to mutual dislike to friends to lovers ig / city girl x country boy type beat .ᐟ₊ ⊹

★!! SPF 23 by @zreamy f, s. for as long as you can remember, your summers have been much the same, largely spent in your hometown, relaxing by the local pool. when you get back home this summer, things seem like they'll go the same way, until you get to the pool that is — when did the lifeguard get so hot? ᝰ smut, fluff, people that kinda know each other to lovers, summer au, lifeguard au, sunghoon is buff and shy and ugh guys its SO good .ᐟ₊ ⊹

★!! THE DOLLMAKER by @jjunbug a,f,h. you were sunghoon’s muse, his flawless, perfect wife that he dresses in frilly dresses and makes sure you always looked like the idealized woman. that much was evident from all the dolls he made of you that sat proudly throughout your home. but, when sunghoon isn’t there, the dolls move and show you things that would otherwise be hidden in the shadows. one day, they show you something so frightening, something completely sinister that you force yourself to believe that it isn’t real. your beloved husband wouldn’t do something like that, would he? you weren’t so sure about your answer anymore. ᝰ established relationship / angsty & mature themes / smut / some fluff / husband & dollmaker!sunghoon / gothic vibes /supernatural elements / THIS WAS SO SCARY BUT SO GOOD OH MY GOD .ᐟ₊ ⊹

WHY by @hoonieyun a. breaking up with your boyfriend means losing a lover but what happens when your boyfriend was also your best friend, meaning you lost both and now have to face him for a popular youtube show ᝰ angst / heartbreak / exes reunited / exes to ..? .ᐟ₊ ⊹

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RUINED MAKE OUT SESSIONS by @rose-petles sugg.

TEXTING BF!NI-KI by @jaeyunluvbot SMAU, c.

YOU'RE NO GOOD FOR ME, BUT BABY I WANT YOU by @purinfelix f. after growing tired of his constant teasing you made up your mind not to give Niki anymore of your attention, but you should've known that he wouldn't let you go that easily - and is willing to go to desperate measures to get you just to look at him ᝰ delinquent Niki x class president reader .ᐟ₊ ⊹

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solsticehymns · 4 months ago

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campus: drabble

james potter x shy!f!reader / college au / fluff / james is relentless

Then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campus / Cruel professor, studying romances / How am I supposed to pretend I never want to see you again?

summary: James Potter is a lot of things—loud, relentless, charming to a fault. And now? He’s your unexpected (and very insistent) escort to class.

a/n: was thinking about this the other day walking to class, the amt of times i've been (or seen girls be) asked for my number when i'm literally just minding my business AND ITS ALWAYS THE MOST HORRENDOUS CREATURE. well, let's just say this came from a very real place but a cute spin hehehe. hope you love it!! xoxo, sunny ☀️🌻

wc: 774

Campus hums with life today, the sun streaking long, honeyed light across the pavement, wrapping the morning in a golden haze. People congregate in nearly every open space available, chatting and laughing the day away.

You wish you had that privilege.

You’re on your way to class: physics lab, actually, no small ordeal. Second semester electricity and magnetism was kicking your ass.

Still, you trudged your way across the courtyard, not stopping to glance up for anything or anyone.

But someone notices you.

James Potter is lounging on a bench, legs spread, half-listening to Sirius go on about some party that’s happening later. He’s not particularly invested—until he spots you.

Something in him lurches, like a gear clicking into place, like a song he didn’t realize was stuck in his head finally reaching the chorus.

His breath snags, fingers twitching against his knee, a restless energy surging through him—sudden, inevitable, electric. A wire sparking to life. A tidal shift, pulling him forward before he can think twice.

He moves—fast, decisive—as if some unseen force has pressed go on his entire being, like the universe itself just rearranged to make this happen.

Sirius blinks, bewildered, as James abandons him without hesitation, gaze locked in on his new mission: you.

“Hold it right there, love,” he announces, like he’s caught you in some grand scheme. “James Potter, by the way. Figured you’d want to know the name of your future favorite person.”

You look up with a mixture of surprise, concern, and hesitancy. “Hello?”

The boy is smiling at you– beaming, really. His eyes are hazel, his teeth are straight, his hair is ridiculously messy and sticking up at odd angles. He wears glasses, and he has a strange sort of boyish charm to him. The grin he wears only broadens as you analyze him.

“Walking to class? Where to?” he says easily, falling into step next to you without a second thought.

You blink at him, utterly thrown off. Is this… happening? Is he actually talking to you? You don’t exactly make a habit of drawing attention—especially not from boys who look like that.

"...Physics?"

James grimaces so hard you’d think he just tasted spoiled milk. "Physics? Bloody hell, that’s worse than I thought. I’d rather—I don’t know, maybe—sit through an entire three-hour lecture on the history of staplers than suffer through that."

You huff a laugh, more out of confusion than anything else. “Thanks, I guess?”

He grins wider, like that was exactly the reaction he wanted. “No problem. I’ll be your emotional support on the way there.”

You hesitate. “That’s…not necessary.”

“Oh, but it is,” he insists. “Morale is key in academic success, you know. There’s actual studies on it.”

You squint at him. “I somehow doubt that.”

“Look it up,” he says, completely unbothered. “Now, tell me, do you always walk this fast, or are you trying to escape me?”

You falter slightly, suddenly hyper-aware of how you’d picked up your pace the second he joined you. Your cheeks darken a shade. “I—um. No reason.”

James gasps—actually staggers, clutching his chest like you’ve just driven a stake through his heart. He even takes a step back, blinking at you in mock devastation.

Busted. Heat curls up the back of your neck. How does he notice everything?

"You are trying to ditch me."

You press your lips together, glancing at him warily. “I don’t even know you.”

James lets out a long, exaggerated sigh, shaking his head. "That’s the tragedy of it all, isn’t it? You, tragically unaware of the life-changing experience that is knowing me."

You roll your eyes. "Somehow, I think I'll manage."

"Oh, sure," he says, nodding solemnly. "Just scraping by. Barely getting through the days. Probably wondering why you feel a vague, unplaceable void in your life." He places a hand on his chest. "That void? That’s me, love."

You scoff, but he catches the way you bite back a smile. James’ eyes flicker with something too pleased, like he’s just cracked a code.

“So what’s the solution then?” you ask dryly.

“Easy. Give me your number, and I’ll personally ensure you never feel empty again,” he quips, all confidence, no hesitation.

You make a noise of disbelief. “That’s the worst sales pitch I’ve ever heard.”

James hums, unfazed. “Alright, fine. Counteroffer—I keep showing up until you give it to me out of sheer exhaustion. Your call.”

You sigh, pausing in front of the physics building. He’s not going to let this go. And you’re tired of pretending you don’t find him charming.

You pull out your phone. “…Fine.”

His smile is bright enough to light the entire courtyard.

PART 2: walk me home?

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rakiah · 5 months ago

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i just want to to let you know that it was your art of vil with kid jack and leona with kid epel for that single parent leovil fic that really pulled me into leovil. i stumbled upon it by chance when scrolling through a vil blog and saw it reblogged and LOST MY DAMN MIND. particularly baby wolf jack. cause why am i now putting together an epic the musical/odyssey/illiad au for leovil?? (your art. your art is why) itll probably never escape my docs but. so far??

helen and penelope. cousins and princesses of sparta--their dads are brothers and co-ruled. penelope's mother was a water nymph (naiad, so freshwater) whereas helen was the daughter of zeus......soooo.....HEAR ME OUT!!!!!!

neige as helen. vil as penelope. now, i was originally gonna go the rkvl route, because that line in the challenge, when penelope tells the suitors she will marry whoever "can string her husbands old bow and shoot through 12 axes cleanly"--smth her husband odysseus was only able to do, well, a rkvl version of that could go SO HARD.

esp cause like, idk i could just give rook a random kingdom, cause yes, leona is a prince, but technically falena would be king. and i thought of making them menelaus (leona) and agamemnon (falena) with VIL as helen, i mean, come ON!!!!!! it would be SO GOOD!! but odysseus and penelope's story was just tugging at my heart, and i couldnt decide. until i realized that actually this is a fic and it doesnt have to be a 1 to 1 substitution, i can play around and do whatever i want.

(and jack as little wolf telemachus is everything. and neige as helen, both "fairest of them alls" and cursed via apple??? i love it)

sooooo. im thinking.

vil and neige are cousins, princes of. pyroxene? or maybe pyroxene would be made up of a few kingdoms....hmmmmm...idk yet. regardless, their parents' co-rule their kingdom. but neige is the actual heir of the throne. this could be because vil is technically illegitimate. eric had no wife, he just really wanted to be a dad. and so vil's mother, for purposes of this, is either a vampire or a water nymph, or some sort of enchantress, idk, but regardless, vil isnt going to inherit. (also read @pinkbeeps sympathy for the villain fic and lost my mind over it so, yeah, crewel is a vil dad, so at some point when vil and neige are 7 and 6 respectively, crewel and eric get together.)

meanwhile, sunset savannah was split by a civil war? or a revolt of some kind. leona and falena stop it, but part of the truce that is made is that falena cannot rule all of it. so the elephant graveyard half, and some surrounding land makes up what becomes leona's kingdom. why? idk.

then, when neige is like, 17, vil 18, and leona 20, its decided that neige should get married, so all the suitors from various kingdoms come. cause, heir to the throne. and fairest of them all. falena, who is now married himself and has cheka, suggests leona go, but leona isnt rlly looking to get married. falena bugs him abt it tho, and leona still isnt for the marriage thing but rationales that princes and infleuntial people from all over will be vying for neige's hand. leona can go, but not for purposes of throwing his hat in the ring, (neige is an heir and leona has a kingdom to take care of--neither of them would leave their respective homes) but rather, to make connections to better help his people.

and then he meets vil. guy is SMITTENNNNNNN from the get go, he's like, whoever was giving out the fairest of them all titles, did they like, not see you???? heLLO??????

vil is warming up to leona, but also, lets be real, vil has an insecurity abt being a backup, second option when it comes to neige. he would have been wary considering leona is here in technicality as a suitor for neige. but it becomes apparent leona was not here for that in acuality. cause leona, in true oddysseus fashion, does not even bring a wedding gift, guy was just here to network and then fell in love.

it goes as the story always does. neige's parents are worried abt the influx of suitors and wondering how to choose without angering one kingdom over the other. and leona is like, hey i got a solution, but if you want it, you gotta put in a good word for me with vil's parents, your brother and BIL, and you gotta convince them that its okay if vil marries. and theyre like DEAL.

leona proposes his solution--the oath made by all suitors to defend neige and whoever he chooses if a rival ever takes neige away. they would march against the offender and destroy their city.

neige's parents are like damn thats brilliant and then talk to eric and crewel. who put forth a test for leona to pass. he does.

they marry, leona's wedding gift to vil, the living olive tree bed he makes himself, and they have jack and epel, idk how, surrogates? adoption? not sure. but then, the apple, neige is taken away, and that oath comes back to bite leona in the ass. he pretends he's crazy to dodge the draft but baby jack gets tossed in front of the plough and leona saves them, and is forced to go to war etc etc. they win, and then it takes him FOREVERRRR to get home, and then--well we know how it goes!

wow. sorry for just. dumping this in your ask box. i was just trying to appreciate your art and i ended up dropping the au inspired by your art in here. oops

Alright, let’s process step by step cause this ask just made me go wild when I read it. /p

[deep breath]

First, thank you very much! 💕 It’s always a delight to know that more people are into leovil because of me 8D I feel like a priest in Age of Empires (big old ref here ha ha)

Second, your Epic/ Odysseus/ Illiad AU.

I was flabbergasted cause, a few days ago I saw a new leovil fic about Epic the Musical (yes, I do have an open tab of Ao3 on my phone with the leovil tag that I refresh almost every night. When I say I have an otp, I have an otp.) and, since the name rings vaguely a bell, I asked my theater kid friend about this Musical. I just wanted to listen to it before reading the fic and then, I understood Epic the Musical.

AND

YOU CAME.

:’D

I take that as a sign.

Thank you for sharing those thoughts, that was great! I wish you the best for your AU and hope you write it and maybe post it! Otherwise, it’s fine! No pressure of course, I’m already glad with your ask! x3

Anyway, here for you. I couldn’t help sketching those. They imposed themself. Literally.

Pretty sure Vil’d start to poison the suitors too.

#answer #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #leona kingscholar #leovil #kid Jack #kid Epel #epic the musical #Odysseus AU #my my Vil would be a prickly Penelop lol #long post

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highway-143 · 3 months ago

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in the dark- nishimura riki

genre: fluff, smut, vampire au

pairing: vampire!riki x fem. villager!reader

taglist: @urlocalmultigroupfan @vrusha01 @minkilicious @planetmarlowe (TAGLIST IS OPEN!)

word count: 8.8k

now playing: bite me, still monster, and given-taken- enhypen

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all scenarios are fake and are not meant to harm any idol in the story

(㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

it had been weeks.

not really. it was two days.

two days of the most antagonizing pain riki had ever felt in his life.

he couldn't control anything. his constant thirst for blood, to the point where he was practically starving without it was absolutely horrid.

but his rut was so much worse.

vampires only went through one every four years, and the last time riki had one, he had a partner to cure the ache. but now there was no one.

his old village had burned, down to the very last weed. and everyone had ran. families gathered their children and fled, trekking to another kingdom.

and riki was left alone. he had taken a short trip to the sea to get away from the rising suspicion that the town was beginning to place on him.

he came back to ashes.

his mate had left with her family, leaving him without so much as a note.

so riki left. the village held no more meaning to him anymore. he started his journey, hiking through snow-capped mountians and flower filled valleys to another village.

one that was perfectly thriving. from where he stood on a hill surrounding the quaint town, he could see everyone going about their business.

farmers were sowing their crops, merchants were flaunting their goods for sales, and he could just barely make out the sound of metal on metal coming from the blacksmith's workshop.

and so riki started building. it wasn't his strong suit, but he wasn't a terrible craftsman. he had enough supplies to build a small home, a square room with a bed tucked in the corner, a table and chair opposite it, and a round basin on a counter.

it wasn't much, but it was his home. for now.

he got a job as a farmer, raising the herds of sheep, pigs, cows, and a flock of unruly chickens that didn't take a liking to him.

nobody really knew riki. he spent most of his days in the fields, sometimes swinging an axe at trees or tending to the crops. when he wasn't working, he was at home. his house on the hill rarely visited by villagers.

and that's where he was now, laying on his bed. his back arched as a pathetic moan slipped from his lips. his hand was fisted around his hard cock, pumping swiftly, the throbbing slowly subsiding as he jerked himself off.

this was what his rut did to him. he couldn't fucking see straight when it happened. every attempt to play the normal (or as normal as an isolated man could be) villager was too hard. he constantly had to take breaks at work to relieve himself of an erection, his pants strained to the point of tearing.

when riki finally came, hot liquid spurting from his softened member, he started to think.

he had a few options. one, he could keep his act up and potentially be discovered. (the amount of raw meat he was buying was suspicious, even under the guise of his "all meat diet")

two, he could find a mate. he was too new to the town, too secluded in his house on the hill. nobody would trust him farther than they could throw him.

three, he could take a trip. maybe hike into the woods, lay low for a few weeks, feast on foxes and deer for his blood intake.

three was the best option. it was the only option at this point.

riki started packing his belongings into his satchel. some extra clothes, flint and steel, a knife, bread, and blankets. he rolled up a small burlap tent and strapped it to the bag, locking the door and walking into the forest.

a few hours later, he finds himself at a waterfall, the flow into a pond providing a peaceful enviornment, but also a good place to set up a camp.

riki got to work, pitching the tent next to the pond. he gathers rocks and branches, creating a ring with the stones for a firepit.

and again, his hunger overcame him.

riki's eyes slowly shifted, the chocolate colored irises tinted with a reddish hue. his incisors stang with need, gums tingling at the root.

he needed blood.

as the sun set, riki began to stalk. he used the shadows of trees to his advantage, his vampire instincts telling him what to do. where to go.

a rabbit hopped to a rock by the pond, finding its perch on the slippery surface. riki crept behind it, his feet making almost no noise against the fallen twigs and plants.

the rabbit dipped its head closer to the water, preparing to take a sip until-

squeak

riki's hand shot out, grabbing the creature by the neck. he squeezed, the rabbit thrashing in his grip.

and then it went limp.

dead.

riki licked his lips and bit the animal in its side, finally getting a taste of blood.

but it wasn't as good as human blood.

nothing could beat its sweet, coppery taste. the slight burn as it poured down his throat. riki imagines the rabbit to be a human, the blood tasting a little better in his imagination.

the games had only just begun.

(㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

"y/n! come here, there's someone here to visit you!"

you slowly walk down the stairs, closing the door of your bedroom behind you as you mother calls you from the living room.

"hello, y/n. it's good to see you." says dongmin. his voice is bland, like he has nothing of real importance to say, just words being forced out of his mouth.

dongmin was another villager. he lived on the opposite side of town, closer to the mountians that surrounded the valley than most. his family was well known, his father was the butcher, mother the best seamstress in town.

but dongmin was, to put it bluntly, a fool. he skipped school frequently, choosing to spend the day with his other delinquent friends, exploring the forest or mountians. he was a frequent troublemaker in the town, pulling stunts that any self respecting man wouldn't dare to try.

"dongmin was hoping you would accompany him on an evening stroll tonight, how does that sound?" says your mother, giving you a look that said "if you have any idea what's good for you, you'll go."

you sigh and turn your head to dongmin, nodding. "yes, i would be happy to join you. give me a moment to grab my things."

dongmin frowns and stands up, waiting by the door as you climb the stairs to your room.

when you come back down, your scarf wrapped around your shoulders and your hands wrapped in lace gloves, dongmin holds his arm out. you hook yours around his and he guides you out of your home.

"so, dongmin. what's all this about?"

he sighs and shakes his head. "my parents said it was about time i find a woman to marry."

you stare up at him in shock. sure, dongmin was a handsome boy. he had sharp features and a strong body that was only accented by his fitted clothing, courtesy of his mother, but you couldn't imagine yourself attatched to such a brute of a man.

"and you chose me?"

"do you really think i would choose you?" he asks, laughing sarcastically. "my parents chose you because you're the mayor's daughter. i don't want some prissy socialite princess. i don't even want a wife yet." he shakes his head again. "but i don't really care. i'll just marry you to please them."

you laugh incredulously. "so, let me get this straight" you say, hand tightening around dongmin's bicep. "you're only going to marry me because it's convenient. did you ever stop to think i don't want to marry you? that i have choices too? or did you perhaps think that every woman just pines after you?"

dongmin pauses, his steps halted at your bold words. "yeah, pretty much."

you pull your hand off of his arm and push him, hands splayed against his chest as you heave with all the force you have in your body.

dongmin stumbles back, staring at you in shock.

"oh you messed up, princess." he says darkly, his eyes turning into something meaner.

dongmin reaches out and grabs you by the arm, bruising your skin as he pulls you with him. you beat your free arm against his hand, trying to pry yourself out of his grasp while he drags you toward your home.

"let go! let go of me you filthy bastard!" you scream, only earning a tighter grip and a glare from dongmin.

"who's the bastard here? me or the little bitch who won't do as her family wishes?"

you furiously dig your heels into the dirt road, trying to stop dongmin, but he only pulls you harder, tugging you towards your front door.

your mom opens it, looking confused at the screaming.

"what on earth is going on?"

"he-"

dongmin cuts you off. "your daughter is refusing to marry me. i suggest you talk some sense into her, or else my parents won't keep up their end of the deal with you."

"y/n! what in the world has gotten into you!? apologise to dongmin right now!"

you bite back snarky comments and mutter "sorry."

"give her a few days to think. i promise you she will have an answer soon." your mom says, patting dongmin's arm in the exact spot where you were just hitting him.

"fine." dongmin turns and walks back down the road, not giving you a second glance.

after a long scolding from your mother, you find yourself locked in your bedroom, instructed to not come out until you agreed to marriage with dongmin.

the evening glow cast shadows around your room, figures appearing on your walls that once scared you as a child.

but the meadow outside your window was beautiful. lit with the same glow, the sunlight cast golden light onto the scattered daisies and dandelions. the grass waved in the wind, bringing the scent of spring to your nose as you gazed out at the pretty scene.

without even thinking you begin to climb. you lower one boot-clad foot out of the window, eventually swinging the other out to sit on the edge.

it was dangerous, but you didn't care. the beauty of the meadow was calling to you, your room was growing more and more suffocating by the minute.

so you jumped. right off the second story window.

thankfully, there were a few hay bales there to break your fall, but it still didn't feel good. your dress caught on a few reeds and you had to pause to untagle them.

you grab a lantern from the hook by the front door and run, racing through the meadow, past a small home on the hill, and into the forest.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

riki groans into the frigid night air, his hands working at his cock so fast, the skin was turning red.

he pumped erratically at his hard member, trying to calm the incessant throbbing that seemed to follow him all day.

he didn't wear clothes anymore. it didn't matter here, and it made everything easier anyways. whenever he got hard, he didn't have to fumble with his pants or catch his shaking fingers on his shirt.

he let a loud moan escape his lips, his hips stuttering against his hand as his load of cum poured onto his hands, his thighs, and then the ground, soaking the soil below him.

and then he freezes.

because he hears a voice.

"hello?" you call, seeing the faint glow of embers illuminating a tent near the pond.

you were a frequent visitor to the area, the calming beauty of the flowers near the water's edge providing solace when your parents were too infuriating.

you hear scrambling coming from the tent, and it rustles as a figure appears, coming out of the tent and into the glow of your lantern.

"what are you doing here?" asks the tall man standing in front of you.

and you gasp, averting your gaze.

because he was naked.

"i... uhhh.... i just..."

the stranger smirks, stepping closer to you. you try your hardest to look in any direction but his, try to pretend you dont see anything.

but you cant help it.

the way his chest is so perfectly sculpted, abs shadowed in the glow of your light. his shoulders taper to his waist, the slope so effortlessly smooth.

and then his hips lead to-

your eyes snap up to his face, stopping yourself from looking at his cum-soaked dick.

and god, his face.

his hair fell around his ears, not long, but enough to where it was unruly and slightly tangled. his eyes were like a crystal ball, his dark gaze piercing your eyes, a faint reddish hue to their color in the dim lights. his nose was perfectly angled, casting a shadow over his high cheekbones, and his lips were so beautifully full.

his grin widens maliciously. "what are you doing here, sweetheart?"

"i... i came to get away. to relax." you manage to say.

"relax? so late at night?"

"yeah." you walk over to the pond, taking a seat on a rock. "why are you here??"

he struts over to you, taking a seat on the ground below you, legs spread provocatively.

"i came to get away too. needed a break from everyo-"

you cut him off, unable to focus on his words while he sat so sexily.

"excuse me, can you... cover up? it's a little uncomfortable."

"what's wrong, sweetheart? never seen a naked man before?" he laughs at the blush that spreads across your cheeks.

"please."

he stands and walks to the tent, leaving you to wave your fingers through the cool water of the pond.

riki pulls on his trousers, debating his next move. he should gain your trust, become your friend. but the temptation to feast on your blood, to fuck you senseless, to break you, was too great.

he needed something, anything, to get him through this rut. and having such a pretty little meal like you would be the perfect way to solve his problem.

riki climbed back out of the tent, his pants fastened around his waist now. but there was still a bulge in the fabric.

"as i was saying," he starts, startling you from the trance the water had you under. "i came out to take a break. people can be too much, you know?"

you laugh bitterly. "yeah."

"what's your name?" he asks.

"y/n. yours?"

"riki. nice to meet you. what happened to you? why are you running so late at night?"

you shake your head. "my parents want me to marry a complete retard of a man. they locked me in my room. i had to get out."

"fair," says riki, nodding his head and pursing his lips. "i get that."

"do you mind if i stay here tonight? there's a cave behind the waterfall that i have some blankets and stuff stored in."

riki looks at you in surprise. "really?" he asks.

"yeah."

he laughs and walks back to his tent. "be my guest."

you wait for him to go back into the tent before preparing to go to the cave. the pond surrounded the waterfall, so the only way to get into it was to swim in. you had done it plenty of times before.

but riki wasn't there any of those times.

no one was.

so when you begin to remove your dress, unbuttoning the front until it slid from your shoulders, unlacing your corset, and pulling off your undergarments, you feel exposed.

you've never felt so vulnerable. riki stayed in the tent, but knowing he was only mere inches away sent a thrill through your body.

you dive into the pond, the icy water sending a much needed shock into your system. when you reach the waterfall, you duck under and pull yourself up on the rocks hidden behind it, climbing into the spacious cave.

the box of blankets and food that you had brought in were still there, untouched. you pull a blanket around your shoulders and huddle against a smooth patch of rocks, the sound of the waterfall helping you relax as you drifted off to sleep.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

riki crawls out of the tent, the light of morning sending a glow through the little grotto. he starts another fire, and gets up to find his prey once more.

but then he stops.

because your clothes, all of them, are sitting right there. right by where he slept only minutes ago.

he groans at the thought of you, somewhere behind that waterfall, naked. completely vulnerable to him. unable to call for help.

unable to run away.

he picks up your corset, feeling the soft leather bend in his hands, tracing the line of where your breasts once rested.

then he snatches your undergarments, the lace panties so delicate, so you.

and riki brings them to his nose, sniffing the fabric, smelling you.

his hand immediately travels to his bare dick as he inhales your scent, fingers sliding around his hard member, hips thrusting into his hand.

damn, he wishes it was you. wishes it was your little hole he was pounding into, ripping apart.

so he does the next best thing. he wraps your panties around his cock, the cloth burning it as he thrusted into it.

and when he finally came, he let it gather in your panties, the garment catching his thick release, sure enough to stain it.

riki groans and tosses the spent material to the ground, along with the rest of your clothes, as he starts to hunt.

today's victim was a fox, the unsuspecting animal meeting the same fate as the rabbit, and many others before it. riki sinks his teeth into the dead body, drinking his fill of it's blood.

and wishing it was yours.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

riki makes his way back to the camp, hoping to find you awake.

but he is disappointed. your clothes are exactly where he left them, and nothing looks touched.

that's when he has an idea.

he picks up all of your belongings, carrying them to a fallen tree, the leaves providing a hiding spot for the bundle of fabric that riki held.

the perfect way to keep you vulnerable.

riki chuckled to himself and went back to his tent, waiting for you to come out.

and his wait was not in vain, because only minutes later, he heard a splash that could only be you hitting the pond.

he climbed out of the tent, faking sleepiness as he went to the fire, pretending not to notice you swimming under the water.

you surfaced near the rocks, gasping for air as you climbed out, pushing the hair away from your face.

and when you catch riki staring, you let a shriek sound through the woods.

riki just laughs, watching as you desperately try to hide your bare body from his gaze.

"where are my clothes!?" you say, practically yelling.

riki plays dumb. "what clothes?"

"the clothes i was wearing yesterday," you run over to the tent, crawling in and giving riki a splendid but infuriating view of your ass as you grab the quilt and wrap it around your chest. "the clothes i left right there."

"i never saw any clothes," riki lies. "maybe an animal took them?"

"yeah..." you say, irritated. "how the hell am i getting home now?"

you sit on the rocks, watching the waterfall, not even noticing as riki stands up and goes to the tent.

he comes back over to you, clearing his throat to get your attention.

you look over at him, and see him handing you a shirt.

"thanks." you say, smiling up at him.

"sure."

riki smirks to himself as he heads back to the fire. he has your trust. it was too easy.

he can't help but adjust himself in his pants as you sit by him at the fire, his shirt hanging just below your ass, and your nipples peaking against the thin blouse. fucking sexy.

his breaking point was when you turned to him, starting to ask a question.

you never got to finish.

because riki cut you off by tackling you to the ground, pinning your arms to your sides as he sat on your legs.

"riki, what the hell are you doing!?" you scream, twisting your body in a desperate attempt to get out of his grasp.

he remains silent, bending down to press a soft kiss to your neck, sucking on your skin.

you moan in pleasure, and riki laughs, his smile pressing against you.

"what are you doing?" you repeat, this time less urgently.

"what i wanted to do last night, sweetheart"

and then he bites.

you scream in pain as his teeth pierce your skin, the sensitiveness of your neck not aiding in how much the bite had hurt. you feel his tounge stretch out to suck the puncture, sucking on the warm liquid pooling out of you until you began to feel lightheaded.

and then everything went black.

(㇏(•̀ᢍ•́)ノ)

you wake to the feeling of water on your face.

not just water, rain. the trees above you provided minimal cover from the droplets that were falling from the sky faster and faster.

you roll over, and immediately throw up, your gut heaving as you emptied your stomach. your ribs ached as you lay back down, acepting the splashes of rain on your face as you recover.

what happened last night?

your hand trails up your uncovered body, trying to find where that stinging sensation was coming from.

riki.

he bit you. he drank your blood.

what was he?

you sit up, head spinning. your body feels so sore, especially between your legs. your thighs hurt with a pain you had never experienced before, your cunt feeling stretched and... used.

did he... there was no way.

you storm to riki's tent, finding him laying back on the quilt.

"afternoon, sweetheart. you slept all day." he smirks up at you, hands resting behind his head.

"what did you do to me!?" you scream, not caring how both of you were naked. that was the least of your worries.

"what do you mean?" says riki, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"you know what you did, you fucking pervert!" you grab the end of the quilt and drag riki out into the rain, his smirk never ceasing even when the water soaks his face.

"yeah, i do. and it was worth it."

you scoff and kick his leg, making him laugh. "you know, you were pretty tight while you were asleep. it felt so fucking good. but next time, i want to hear your screams as you beg for me to ruin you."

"you must be stupid if you think there will be a second time."

riki stands up, hair soaked from the rain now. "there will be a next time," he growls, grabbing your chin with his hand. "you know why? because you're mine. all fucking mine." he leans down to press his lips to your ear, making you shiver at the touch. "and you know you want it. don't fucking lie, sweetheart. you love the ache between your legs, you want more. am i wrong?"

you whimper as his hand grips your waist, holding onto you like you would run away.

you should've ran.

but you couldn't.

riki pulls you against him, and you give a halfhearted fight, not willing to admit that the way his cock pressed between you was glorious.

he tilts your chin up to look at him, and then his lips crash onto yours.

the rain continued pouring, now in torrents as you and riki embrace, lips locked in a passionate dance fuled by anger and need.

riki nips at your lip, pulling at it as he moves away.

"where are you..."

he answers you with a jump into the pond, and you follow him, joining him as he swims for the cave. the rain pattered against the rippling surface of the water, riki's strokes creating waves through the pool.

when you had reached the dark room, riki was on top of you again. his lips trailed over your jaw, working their way down to the curve of your collarbone.

and you moan when he presses his hands against your chest, neading your breasts as his lips trailed firey kisses around your neck.

he paused at a particularly sweet spot below your ear, licking and nipping at your skin.

and then he bit you.

again.

the burning pain had your body writhing in riki's grasp, your hands clenching on his biceps as he dug his fangs into you, taking more of your blood.

but he held back. enough so you wouldn't pass out. so you would stay awake while he fucked you.

you whimper when he pulls his teeth out, the two puncture wounds leaking blood. your head spun from the feeling of riki's hands on you, mingled with the loss of blood. everything was too much.

riki's dick rubs against your stomach, and he starts grinding against you, slipping a thigh between your legs to apply a small amount of pressure to your cunt.

you groan at the feel of him, the impossible hardness of his cock grazing your skin was heaven.

"feel that, sweetheart?" he moans, his grinds against your pelvis never ceasing. "feel what you fucking do to me? damn slut, walking around like that. you deserve this, yeah?"

your only response was his name, called out like a plea.

because it was. it was a plea for him to destroy you.

riki pushes you to the ground, forcing your knees to the cold stone. he bends over you, settling between your spread legs.

"little whore. so fucking needy," he groans, tossing one of your legs over his shoulder harshly, like it was a sack of potatoes.

"riki... please!" you whine, tugging at his shoulders.

he smirks again. "begging now, sweetheart? please what? please let me go, riki? or maybe please fuck me, riki. please fill me up like the good little cumdump i am." he mocks you, giving your thigh a slap.

"ah- riki, please... please fuck me!" you groan as riki's thumb presses against your clit, rubbing your tender nub as he chuckled.

"new it. fucking knew it. such a little slut, begging for a vampire to fuck her. such a needy little baby." his fingers leave your clit, and you whine at the loss of stimulation. riki slaps your thigh again, causing tears to well up in your stinging eyes. "you take what i give you, slut. don't whine to me when i'm about to give you my fucking cock."

riki lines his dick with your entrance, and shoves in, not giving you any warning before he was fully sheathed inside of your pulsing cunt.

"ah, so tight. tighter when you're awake, shit..." he starts thrusting into you, his cock easily sliding in and out of your wet pussy as he pounds into you.

a tear falls down your cheek, and the sobs follow, painting your face like the rain falling outside. riki's cock buried into you, hitting so deep you jerked at every thrust.

"crying, huh? what does a little whore like you have to cry about? fucking begged for my dick, now take it." riki thrusts harder, the sounds of his wet skin against yours echoing through the cave. everything sounded so loud.

when riki sensed your orgasm approaching, he pulled out, keeping you on the brink of release.

"riki! please... i need..." you grasp for his arms, hips scooting towards him, trying to push his dick back into your needy hole.

"aw, sweetheart, what do you want?"

"wanna cum! please!" the desperation is etched across your face as riki laughs at you.

"you cum when i cum, slut."

you whine as riki pushes back in, his cock filling you so perfectly. exactly how it was supposed to.

when riki finally started feeling his orgasm approaching, he let a loud moan rip from his swollen lips, filling the cave. "want to cum, sweetheart?"

you nod wildly, words failing you as you cried.

"ah.. gonna fucking fill you with my babies, yeah? gonna send you back all filled with me, carrying my kids.... gonna be a mommy, yeah?"

"yes, riki... please, please give me your babies..."

his hips smack against you one final time before his seed spills into you, filling you up while you shook around his cock, clenching around him.

"god, y/n... fucking perfect... my sweetheart," riki smiles and collapses over you, his dick buried deep inside of you, keeping his cum in you for as long as possible.

"riki," you whisper, afraid.

"what?"

"y-you're a vampire?"

"you thought i bite people for fun?" he flashes his sharp canines at you, a little grin gracing his full lips. "yeah."

you stare at him in fear. "what does that mean?"

"well technically, i'm half vampire. i can live normally most of the time, i can go in the sun and stuff, but i do have the ruts and i need blood every once and a while."

your brain expands, taking in all the impossible information he was giving you. "so... when is it over?"

"'bout two more weeks. that's why i came out here. it was easier."

"hmm...."

riki's hand grips yours, and you fall asleep next to him, the cool cave calming your heated bodies.

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

"i need to go back now," you say to riki, his eyes filled with sleep and hunger from you waking him so early.

"mhmm..." he groans, grabbing a stick to toss in the fire.

"people will wonder... it's been a whole day."

he nods and frowns. "why can't you stay out here?"

"riki, my family will worry. if they haven't already started to. and i will come back for you, i promise."

"swear on the moon."

"the moon?" you look over at him, confused.

"a vampire thing. it's like swearing that you will uphold your promise no matter what, like the moon is always there no matter what. it's there even during the day, always watching."

you laugh and comply. "i swear on the moon."

but as riki watches you go, wearing nothing but the shirt he had given you and carrying your lantern, he couldn't help but worry.

because what if you didn't keep your promise?

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

everything was quiet.

it was creepy, the way the town was so lonely and cold during the first hours of dawn. a faint glow came from the horizon, turning the sky a lighter shade of blue where the sun would soon rise.

you dart down to your house, climbing up the wall and into your room, shutting the curtians quietly.

the whole house was quiet, the sounds of your parent's and sibling's snoring coming from their rooms.

you silently tug off riki's shirt, the flowy material soft in your hands as you stares at it with teary eyes. you stow it inside your pillow, hiding it from your family.

you slip into a nightgown and climb into bed, tugging the covers over your shoulders and feigning sleep when you hear footsteps outside your door.

your mom knocks against the wood, and you pretend to stir from sleep. "what?" you call, rustling in your bed.

"let me in." she says, voice flat.

you stand and open the door, and your mom barges into your room.

"i know you haven't decided yet," she starts, "but it doesn't matter anymore. you will marry dongmin, you will uphold the family name, understood?"

your protests were futile. your mom cuts you off at every attempt to argue that you wouldn't marry dongmin.

you couldn't.

not when riki was in the forest, waiting for you. needing you.

and you needed him. needed the escape he offered, needed his dominance to ground yourself in the mess that was your life.

your mom leaves the room, leaving you a fit of tears, your hand caressing the marks riki had left on your neck.

you wouldn't marry dongmin.

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

now that you were being forced into marriage, you were out of your room. all day, in fact. you were dragged around town by your mother, preparing for the wedding.

four days. that's how much time you had to find a way out.

you could run, but you didn't know how to survive in the wild for a long time, and you had never been farther out of the valley than the waterfall.

you could camp there, but it was close enough to the town that search parties would look for you there.

so your best bet was to destroy the arrangement from the inside. but you couldn't figure out how.

after a long day of delivering invitations, you collapse on your bed. everything was too much.

you needed riki.

so you pull on his shirt, grabbing a pair of working pants from your older brother's wardrobe and pulling them on.

you hike past the house on the hill and into the forest, lamp in hand, anticipation swirling in your veins.

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

riki sighs, his arms floading at the surface of the pond. it was relaxing, really. the way the water clung to his body, cooling the heat that had been there all day.

his head snaps up as he hears the rustle of leaves. perhaps a deer, coming to drink from the pond, a perfect meal.

but it wasnt a deer, it was you.

riki groaned at the sight of you, hair loose and flowing down your shoulders, his shirt clinging to you with sweat.

and you weren't wearing anything under it.

your breasts rubbed against the fabric, nipples showing behind the thin material. so provocative.

so beautiful.

you sit at the water's edge, leaning forward to look at riki, a look of uncertianty painted across his face.

"i promised," you say, grinning as riki swims closer to you.

"yeah, you did." he breathes across your face, sweeping your lips into a tender kiss. "i knew you would, little whore. my whore"

you moan into his lips, his tounge swiping across your mouth, then barging in, prying your jaw apart as he tasted you, swirled his tounge around yours.

you reciprocated, tounge caressing his fangs, eliciting a strangled sound from riki's throat.

"don't fucking do that," he says, gripping your arm. "i can't take it... shit"

you look up at him, eyes big and sweet. "riki, let me help you," you whisper, the words charged with something bigger than the both of you could possibly imagine. "let me take care of you."

riki moans and tugs you into the pond, moving towards the cave.

you wade into the water, still clothed as riki guides you under the waterfall and lifts you into the darkness.

he sits down, pulling you into his lap and resting his back against the cavern wall. his hands slide under the band of your wet pants, pushing them down your legs gently.

you rub your hands over his bare chest, massaging his taut muscles as he kisses you, teeth digging into your bottom lip. every noise was amplified in the cave, every shift heightened in the darkness, the waterfall covering most of the sound.

riki whimpers against your mouth, gripping your hips as you rolled them against his hard cock. his senses were hightened in the damp cave, the cool rocks on his skin grounding him as his dick throbbed for you.

"please-" he moans, biting your lip. he couldn't think straight, he was lost in you. lost in you scent, your body, everything.

you grip his cock, earning a few supressed noises from riki as you lined him with your entrance, slowly taking all of him in, sitting on his lap fully.

"ah- sweetheart... fucking hell, you can't do this to me." his lips trail from your lips to your neck, licking at the spots where he had bit you before, nursing the red scars.

you whimper and start rolling your hips, riki tensing below you, his hands bruising your waist through his thin blouse as he held on to you for dear life.

his pitiful wimpers fill the cave, his pelvis jerking as you fucked him, riding him to the brink of losing his mind.

"ah-ah... sweetheart, please... please, fuck, i can't" he digs his head into the curve of your shoulder, you could feel the wetnes of his hair fall down your back as you rode him harder, thighs burning.

you squeeze riki's arms, almost close to your release. "cum for me, riki... please"

he goans and spills into your slick cunt, his cum painting your walls white as you shiddered around him. his teeth dug into your shoulder, but the pain was less noticeable while you rode out your high. he lapped at your wound like a hungry beast.

because he was. he was a hungry vampire with a thirst for blood.

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

riki holds you close, his arm wrapped around you as you sit against the cave wall together. his hand threaded through your messy hair, stroking your head. the sensation was absolutely wonderful, his long arms holing you close.

like somebody cared for you. about you.

"what's happening with the marriage?" he asks, carefully treading the sensitive topic.

you sigh and curl against him, tracing your fingers over the outline of his abs. "well, there's no way out. they're forcing me to marry dongmin."

"dongmin? you mean the butcher's son?" asks riki, looking down at you.

"yeah, why?"

riki laughs and shakes his head. "that little douchebag wouldn't know what to do with an apple if his parents didn't tell him first."

you chuckle. "yeah. i don't want to marry him though. my parents are adamant about it."

"mhmm..." riki rests his head on yours, the pressure soothing you off to sleep.

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

"lets go, y/n." your mom grips your wrist, pulling you out the front door.

today was the day before the wedding. and everything was wrong. you hadn't seen riki in two days, too tired at the end of the day to hike to the pond. dongmin followed you everywhere, along with your mom. there were eyes on you at all times, even while you slept.

now was time to get your dress. your mom took you to dongmin's mother, mrs. lee's shop, having her fit you for the dress.

the fitting was fairly normal. as normal as a room filled with resentment could be, at least.

when mrs. lee has you take off your dress and stand on a pedestal, she gasps.

the bites.

she saw the bites. the marks riki had left on you, the ones you thought could be hidden by high necked dresses and well placed hair.

but no, now your mother and mrs. lee knew.

"what is that!?" yells your mother, face red in anger.

"what is what?"

mrs. lee shakes her head. "you have bites, dear. what are they from?"

you fake innocence. "i don't know what you're talking about, i haven't seen any bites."

"well dear, they're clear as day. do you have bedbugs perhaps?"

"maybe," you say, nerves shot with fear. "i probably do. but they'll go away."

mrs. lee nods her head, fiddling with scraps of fabric. "it's fine, we'll just have to do a high neck dress."

you bite back a groan, sitting straight while she messed with the dress. your mom glared at you, sending a chill through your body.

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

that night, you climb out your window again.

you had to see riki.

the lantern provides better sight in the haze of dusk. you took some fruit from the basket in the kitchen, slipping a few apples in your pockets as you ran through the field.

the house on the hill was lit, a faint glow coming from the windows, dimmed by red curtians.

you speedwalk past it, trying to go to the forest unnoticed, but a whistle stops you.

your head swivels, searching for the sudden noise. you look towards the house and see riki hanging out the window, smirking at you.

"riki!" you drop the lantern and run to kiss him, hands cupping his jaw.

"hey, sweetheart," he says when you break apart. "i missed you."

"me too." you agree. riki offers you his hand and you climb through the window, sliding into the tiny room.

"i didn't know you lived here," you spin around the room, taking in the place that a vampire called home. "it's cute."

"you know how much i love cute things," says riki, laughing while shaking his head.

"you like me, i'm pretty cute!" you joke, sitting next to him on his bed. he was so obviously hard, his erection showing through the fabric of his trousers. it took all of his strength not to pounce on you, not to fuck your brains out on his bed.

"yeah, i do."

you sit in silence for a heartbeat, words that the two of you left unspoken threatening to show themselves in the candlelight. you had so much to tell riki, and not enough time.

"riki, i-"

"y/n-"

you laugh at the awkward situation, and riki rubs the back of his neck with his hands. "you go" he offers.

"i like you riki. more than i should. i know that all this... physical... stuff was just because of your rut, but i've fallen in love with you. and i feel like i'm drowning and nobody can save me, except for you. the wedding is tomorrow and i don't know how things are going to turn out, but i love you, and i had to tell you before it was too late."

all riki can do is look at you in amusement, his eyebrow raised cunningly.

"i'm in love with you too, y/n. every moment with you feels so right. i feel so comfortable with you, so normal. being a vampire doesn't matter to you, and the fact that you were so willing to help me was what made me realize that this is love. when you talked about the wedding and dongmin... i got so angry. all i want to do is protect you, to help you like you helped me. but i don't know how to do that." he buries his head in his hands, shoulders hunched.

you rub his back, his spine tensing at your soft touch. "its okay, riki... i will find a way to get out of it. i can't marry him... i won't. i swear on the moon i'll find a way."

he leans over to you, pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss, his mouth moving in perfect harmony with yours. he grabs your chin with his hand, pulling your lips harder into his, opening his mouth to you.

you climb onto his lap, straddling him and gripping his shoulders while he deepened the kiss, his hands finding your waist. he kissed you so passionately, promises laced with need as he groaned into your mouth.

promises to keep you safe, to love you as much as he could.

he twisted your bodies, laying you gently against his bed. "sweetheart, i'm gonna try and go slow for you... but i might break... i'll try."

"do whatever you want, i love you."

"fuckkk-" he groans, lips catching yours in another eager kiss.

he slipped his hands under your waistband, pulling your pants and undergarments down your shaking legs. his calloused fingers scraped across your skin sensually, every brush like fire on your already hot skin. he laughs as an apple rolls out, the sentiment sweet.

"let me taste you... please?"

you nodded your head, words unable to form in your mouth. riki worked his way down, spreading your legs wide, arms pinning them down.

"damn... baby, your cunt is so gorgeous..." riki groans as he leans his head down to smell you.

and then his tounge sticks out, giving a tiny lick to your clit, and you spiraled.

everything felt so new, so amazing, that you could barely breathe. every sensation pushed you closer and closer to the brink of collapse. riki moved a hand to your folds, slowly twirling circles around your hole as he sucked on your clit. his fingers gathered your slick, and he shoved them in his mouth, sucking your taste off of his digits.

your legs trembled around his head, his strong arms the only thing keeping them from snapping back around his head. his tounge darted out in precise movements, licking through your folds.

his cock was throbbing now, the pain only made up for by how sweet you tasted. riki unbuckled his pants and pulled them off, rubbing his member with his hand. there was already a pool of precum on the tip, dripping down his length.

he sucked on your clit, your eyes fluttering at the feeling of his wet muscle on your cunt. you thrusted your hips up into his face, begging for more.

your hands found their way to his head, threading through his thick, dark hair, pushing him deeper into you.

he laughed against your pussy, the vibrations enough to make your legs twitch violently. his tounge jutted into your hole, sending a harsh moan from your mouth.

"ki... ah- i'm gonna cum, please!" you whined, his tounge swirling inside your pulsing cunt. every sense was heightened as you were pulled closer to release. riki's lips continued their assault on your aching hole, sucking on your swollen folds.

he continued pumping his dick, almost close to cumming himself. "cum on my face, baby" he groaned.

you snapped, the pressure building in your stomach released as you pulsed around his tounge. your legs closed around his head, holding him in place while he lapped up your wetness.

his own relief came as well, his cum flowing from his dick in rivulets, pouring into his hand and onto the floor. riki climbed over you, pushing his cum covered fingers into your mouth.

you groaned around his digits, his salty taste filling your mouth as you licked his fingers clean of his cum.

"fuck," he moaned, taking his hand away. "so beautiful... taste so good"

your hands wrap around him, nails scraping his back as he kissed you again. you could taste yourself on him, and riki could taste his release on you.

everything else seemed to dissapear, it was just you and riki on his bed, loving each other so passionately that the rest of the world was quiet.

but as you were wrapped in riki's arms, the sounds of night echoing outside, you couldn't worry about tomorrow. because all that mattered was that riki was with you now, loving you now.

and you wished it could last forever.

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

you wake to the sound of birds chirping.

the moring light seeped through riki's curtians, painting the room in a hazy red light. his arms were wrapped around your back, hand tracing patterns on your spine.

"morning" he says, smiling with sleepy eyes.

"hey" you reply, leaning up to give him a peck on the lips.

you lay in his embrace, his warmth enveloping you as you started drifting back to sleep.

and then you froze.

you shot up out of bed, eyes wild with fear. "shit, the wedding!"

riki groans, rolling over. "just stay here"

"riki, i can't..."

he frowns, brows furrowed. "yes, you can."

"they're gonna look for me if i don't show up."

you stand up, collecting your clothes from the floor. "i'm sorry, ki. i will find a way out" you slip your pants on. "i swore on the moon, remember?"

riki turns, looking out the window, hiding the tears that were beginning to form in his dark eyes.

you don't notice as a tear falls down his red cheek, his hand sweeping up to collect it quickly. "yeah."

he stands and walks over to you, grabbing your hand. "if you dont find a way, please know that i love you. that someone loves you."

your own tears start to fall, and you pull riki into a hug. "don't say that, ki... we have to keep up hope, please."

another tear escapes his eyes, slipping into your messy hair. a mark of how much he cared for you left unknowingly.

"i know."

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

dongmin stands next to the reverend, his hair styled nicely for the first time in forever. flowers surround the aisle, the field set up for a wedding ceremony.

your legs shake with fear as you walk between the aisles of chairs filled with people you barely knew. your hands trembled around the bouquet of roses that you held, threatening to drop them.

your gaze catches riki's house, only yards away. your eyes well up with tears as you walk towards a life that you didn't want. one you never wanted.

the piano that had been wheeled out plays a hymn that should've brought happiness, but only scared you. the tune of the keys sounded otherworldly as you reach the reverend.

your parents glare at you with knowing eyes, telling you not to mess up without even uttering a word.

the reverend starts speaking, his speech sounding like another language as you stare blankly into dongmin's eyes.

on the hill, riki gazes out his window, watching the ceremony. the words carry on the wind, the reverend's voice reaching his home.

sobs filled his body, his heart feeling like it had been crushed under your foot. he shouldn't have done this. he shouldn't have gotten attached.

but he did. and now you were getting married to somebody that wasn't him.

the tears turn to rage as he watched dongmin start talking, presumably speaking false vows, promises that would undoubtedly be broken.

he snaps, jumping from his bed and racing out of his house, running barefoot down the hill to the venue.

you stare at the reverend as he turns to dongmin. "do you, lee dongmin, take y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"yes."

"and do you, y/n-"

"wait!"

the crowd turns their heads, confusion spread across everyone's faces as they searced for the face of the deep voice that interrupted the ceremony.

riki stands at the end of the aisle, bent over and completely out of breath.

your mom jumps up. "what are you doing?! who are you!?" she shrieks, voice strained.

"i..." riki catches his breath, looking up at your shocked face. "i came to save y/n"

your mom stomps over to him, grabbing his arm. "she doesn't need saving."

he tosses her off with ease, his height an advantage as he walks up to you. "yes, she does. doesn't anyone see how unhappy she is? how much she doesn't want to be here?" he turns back to the crowd. "or are all of you blind? does she look like a bride filled with joy?"

dongmin pulls riki away from you by the shoulder, and riki shoves his hand away. "don't you dare touch me, bastard."

dongmin steps closer to riki, grabbing his wrist. "i do what i want." he whispers. "leave. this has nothing to do with you."

riki doesn't bother to stay quiet. "i won't leave. you know why? because i love y/n. i really love her. and i'm willing to do whatever it takes to get her away from you."

dongmin laughs and shakes his head. he looks down at you, his chest shaking with sarcastic laughter. "what did you do? little whore. probably slept with him, huh?"

you stay quiet, scared. riki stands between you and dongmin, shielding you from him. "so what? it doesn't matter what happened. she doesn't want this, so why are you forcing her?"

dongmin glares at riki. "fine, you can have the little bitch. fucking used anyways."

riki growls and grabs dongmin by his arm, pulling him back and-

crack

the next thing you know, dongmin is curled on the floor, blood pouring from his nose. everyone is scrambling, either to help him or to talk to you, bombarding you with questions and accusations.

riki turns to you amidst all the chaos, wiping blood off of his fist, pulling you close to him. "did i mention you look beautiful?"

you laugh and give him a kiss, turning to find your mother, who was pressing through the crowd to get to you.

"i won't marry him, mother. i love riki. that should be enough for you."

she pauses in her tracks, looking from you to riki, then back at you.

she frowns, but nods her head, a silent acknowledgement of your decision. one she might not be happy about, but can agree to.

as the masses disperse, you walk over to where dongmin was sitting on the grass.

you lean down to him, whispering so only he can hear.

"this is for being a complete asshole"

and you kick him in his soft spot, riki's laugh ringing loud and deep from where he was standing behind you.

(㇏^.ˬˬ.^ノ)~♡

a.n- oh my lorddddd that was a roller coaster for me.... i cant with vampire riki damn.... also i realized like halfway through its giving disney movie meets dr. quinn vibes help ToT again, if you want to see more vampire aus lmk and the taglist is always open if youd like to join!

as always, comment or reblog if you liked it!

masterlist you might also like: number 10- n.rk

#── ブーン #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ─── 力 #ni ki #nishimura riki #ni ki smut #ni ki fluff #enhypen #enhypen x reader

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heliza24 · 1 month ago

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A Devil's Minion disability rec list

There are so many reasons I love Daniel/Armand, but the most important is the way that thinking about these characters asks us to explore themes of illness, neurodivergence, disability, and dysfunctional bodies. From Armand being sick when he was turned, to Daniel's Parkinson's, to Armand being extremely autistic coded, to the way the past DM/book DM timeline is inextricable from the AIDs crisis-- you simply cannot escape crip themes when you contemplate Daniel and Armand's love. The other reason I love Devil's Minion so much is that the corner of the fandom that has sprung up around them does not try to escape these themes. Instead I have engaged in deep conversations about disability, met other disabled fans, and read so much incredibly thoughtful and beautifully written fics that explore aspects of disability that I would never have thought of myself. There is a lot of painful eugenics rhetoric happening in the US right now, and I have found myself being drawn back to these thoughtful fics when I need some comfort. So I compiled my list for you in case you would like to read them too:

The Good Nurse by @welcomingdisaster, 63,876 words, Explicit

This is a slight AU, where the second interview never happens and instead Armand is hired as Daniel’s live-in caregiver as his Parkinson’s progresses. The lyrical prose, along with the side plot of Daniel investigating a piece about conspiracy theories around autism that illuminate some interesting things about Armand, make this one really special.

Question: Can an Immortal Meet Mortality? by @hummingbee-o0o, 7,920 words, Mature

This is one of my all time favorites and I think about it all the time. I love when a fic weaves together the different pieces of Armand’s life around a single theme. This one centers around all of the epidemics that Armand has lived through, from the plague to AIDs to Covid. The recurring image of Daniel’s TB vaccination scar and the way Armand thanks it for keeping Daniel safe is so beautiful.

Run, Arun! by @nightcolorz, 3,274 words, Mature

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how Armand chose to violate the great laws when he turned Daniel, but hadn’t considered that Armand’s autism might make him feel like a violation himself. I also love how this is written in the second person, which is hard to pull off but this writer does really well.

hold very still by @mycenaae, 2,796 words, Mature

A fic that truly captures the chronically ill fantasy of having a vampire boyfriend: Armand uses his mind gift to take away Daniel’s Parkinson’s pain for a short while.

Backroads to Sonoma by burntcrimson 20,251, Mature

I am generally extremely picky with AUs but this is one of my all time favorites. In the middle of the AIDs crisis, Daniel is driving cross country, interviewing truckers and sex workers. He picks up a Armand as a hitchhiker, who he realizes he knows from childhood. Armand is sick and set on revenge, but his time with Daniel still leads to unexpected love.

I think this works so well as an AU because this version of Armand retains some of his otherworldliness and dangerousness; how that intersects with his diagnosis is really interesting. It’s also got the prose of like, the next great American novel, so that doesn’t hurt either.

Saffron by @maester-of-spreadsheets , 4,509 words, Teen

Set during season 1, Armand helps Daniel fall asleep despite his insomnia and pain while temporarily dropping the Rashid guise. It's very tender and really captures the feeling of what it is like to live with fatigue. Also shoutout to a fellow DM Writer server member!

i'll ask for more time (but mother forgive me) by @ignorethepineapples, 3,512 words, Mature

Another all time fave by a fellow member of the DM author’s discord! This is another one that weaves together different scenes from Armand’s and Daniel’s life through theme— this time it’s around illness, and around both of their turnings. The fic imagines Armand’s fatal illness as syphilis, which can have Parkinson’s like symptoms (this is so good that if the show doesn’t do this, I’m rioting). The fic connects this to Daniel’s fear during the AIDs epidemic and his eventual turning that saves him after a fall from Parkinson’s nearly kills him. Daniel’s turning is imbued with such tenderness, it makes me cry.

Chipped Fang, by anonymous, 12,013 words, Explicit

After being turned, Daniel is in agonizing pain. It turns out that one of Armand's fangs fell out and became embedded in his neck during the turning, and Armand has been suffering without his missing tooth as well. This is not the same as giving Daniel chronic pain after turning because of Parkinson's but I really love anything that points to the idea of vampire's bodies being fallible and still capable of problems, and I think this is such a clever idea and execution.

Portraiture by @sylvies-chen, 4,436 words, Mature

Armand has the idea that he and Daniel should participate in the couple’s trend of painting portraits of each other as a way to sneakily help him rehab his trembling hands (I always love when fics casually maintain some symptoms of Parkinson’s after Daniel becoming a vampire). And well, it’s been over 400 years since Armand was painted and really seen by a lover, so this is very sweet.

and so you did. by evaniigouki, 7,890 words, Explicit

There are a lot of great fics that mention that Daniel has retained some of his Parkinson's symptoms after being turned into a vampire without centering their plot around it. This is just one, which I like because I think it really captures the verbal sparing that Daniel and Armand get up to in the show. This is set in the penthouse immediately following season 2. I really like how this fic captures a whole mix of emotions: Daniel is angry that Armand has erased his memories, Armand is desperate to be wanted by someone after Louis has left, and they're both attracted to each other in an incredibly complicated way.

Til the Act is Done series by @apoptoses, 13,944 words across 2 fics, Explicit

The one book canon fic on this list! These fics aren’t literally about disability, but I’m recommending them because the restrictions of vampirism can sometimes be read as a metaphor for disability, which I think works especially well here. These fics are about Daniel trying to understand how Armand experiences sex, as a full body experience that’s focused on blood and biting instead of genitals. It is very sweet and very hot and resonated with me as someone who experiences sexual dysfunction as part of my medical condition.

you like control, well I do too by @gaysie, 9,975 words, Explicit

Another beautiful piece that tracks moments of Armand and Daniel’s lives around a theme; this time it’s food and eating disorders. (A big trigger warning for this of course; only read if it is safe for you to do so). This fic tracks how Armand’s need for control morphed into an eating disorder as Marius and the other men he was loaned out to commented on his weight, and how Daniel’s binges extended from drugs and alcohol to food. And how they both find acceptance and healing in each other.

A Love that Never Was by @mitchiesawyer, 13,303 words (so far), Mature

The only in progress fic on this list but I think the chapters that are up still merit inclusion! This fic takes the concept that Armand has Dissociative Identity Disorder seriously, and has Amadeo (with an occasional appearance by Arun) front when he turns and falls back in love with Daniel after the events of season 2. When Armand returns he has no memory of turning Daniel, which has me holding my breath and hoping that Armand can admit he loves Daniel just as much as Arun and Amadeo do.

Daddy by @verimuru and @graygiantess, 1,128 words, or in comic form, Mature

Another one that perfectly captures the chronically ill fantasy of having a vampire boyfriend- in this one it's Armand taking Daniel out dancing, and using his vampire skills and accumulated capital to protect him from Covid. Graygiantess's (another DM writers server member!) always witty dialogue is in good form here, and I love Verimuru's illustration style in the comic.

Defect (5 +1) by @aberrantangelsmind, 6,290 words, Explicit

What if Marius told Armand that his eye shaking was wrong, akin to a vampire disfigurement? How would Armand try to hide the shame of that flaw with the Children of Darkness or with Louis? And how would he feel when Daniel’s vampires eye also behave in an unusual way? This fic posits the idea that these unique eyes are remnants of being turned when Armand and Daniel were sick as mortals, which means they’re badges of resilience. That’s so beautiful! I love this interpretation of that trait.

The Devil, his own self series by @sburator, 37, 422 words across 2 fics, Explicit

This is such a nice slow burn, with Armand acting as Daniel’s caregiver after the events of season 2 and slowly convincing Daniel to accept the dark gift. Past DM happened in this fic, but some elements are reimagined in the current timeline with older Daniel, like the blood locket, which I liked. I also really like how much agency this fic (and Armand) gives Daniel, to be angry, to be annoyed, and to make his own decision regarding immortality. When he does accept it, it is very beautiful.

the old man and the vampire series by Zeebruh, 35,757 words across 2 fics, explicit

This one was written before season 2, and I haven't really revisited it since, but I had to include it because it was the fic that turned me from Devil's Minion curious to Devil's Minion obsessed. I love the accessible sex that happens in part 1, and I love the push-pull toxic past devil's minion timeline described in part 2.

Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, nor clean the blood by me, 47,329 words, Explicit

And last but not least, a little self promo to round it all off. This is my long fic, that spans from post season 2 to Daniel’s turning. I tried to incorporate all my disability thoughts here- from Armand’s thoughts about breaking the rules for Daniel to Daniel’s reconciliation with Armand being shaped by his experiences with chronic pain to Daniel’s Parkinson’s lingering post turning. There is also a lot of kinky disabled sex which is both hot and tender (if I do say so myself). I’d love if you checked it out.

That's it for now! If you have other favorite DM fics that explore themes of disability, illness or neurodivergence, please feel free to reblog and add them or send them to me separately. I would love to have enough new favorites to write a second list soon.

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #devil's minion #daniel molloy #armand #fic recs #devils minion

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spikedfearn · 1 month ago

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Hey Rosie! Knowing how much you love Remmick and that brilliant creative mind of yours, I just had to ask, what’s your headcanon for Remmick’s (late) wife? 👀 I mean, he clearly wears a wedding ring throughout the film, and tbh, the moment he speaks about her in front of #that couple felt… somehow raw iykwim, like, you could really sense the grief behind his words… What’s your take?

Love ya!!!

— i. 🌸

Oh my god, don’t get me started, because I have thoughts!! That wedding ring haunts me!!

In my headcanon, she was human. Maybe from the 1800s, maybe even earlier depending on the timeline you go with, but human nonetheless and Remmick loved her with a kind of devotion that was almost religious. Not possessive like the way he clings to the reader in my AUs, no, this was before he became what he is now. She met him when he was still trying to live quietly, trying to outrun the worst parts of himself, trying to pass for something close to human (again depending on if you believe he became a vampire before or after losing his wife).

She was soft-spoken but clever, saw right through him, and loved him anyway. But more than that, she was good. The kind of good that made him believe he could be something better. And maybe that’s why her death hits so hard. I don’t think he turned her. I don’t think he could. He probably promised her he wouldn’t, and when the moment came—illness, violence, war, who knows—he kept that promise, and it destroyed him.

I think her death was what finally untethered him. What made him stop pretending. That’s when he became truly monstrous, started hunting again, started letting the monster wear his skin under the skewed falsehood of fellowship and love. And now? That ring is a shackle. A memorial. A warning. It’s the only piece of his humanity he refuses to let go of—but it’s also why he doesn't let anyone close, not intimately.

Except, of course, for you—the reader, the new obsession, the thing that wakes something up in him again. Which is why, in the AUs, that love always walks the line between ruin and rebirth. Because he’s never gonna survive losing someone like that twice

#i can also provide my hc if you wanna go the “remmick was human when he had a wife” route too c:#ask #sinners remmick #remmick x reader #rosie's remmick hc's

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kisshae · 19 hours ago

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{流血} BLEED ❦ DANIELA AVANZINI

⸻ bleedin’ me dry like a goddamn vampire.

you were born to smile through silk and duty. she was born to hunger. you didn't notice the way she never cast a shadow. only how you felt safe in hers. and by the time you saw the blood—you'd already decided to love her.

&&캣츠아이다니엘라 ` ` ୨ৎ 𝑓. reader✷6631WC𓂃𓈒 angst vampire au ─── warnings kissing skinship drinking religious guilt internalized homophobia implied violence blood

🧛🏻‍♀️ , sacrifice (eat me up) - enhypen

the moon was little more than a bruise behind the clouds.

mist curled around the trees like breath, thick and slow, swallowing the path as you walked. you kept one hand clenched in your cloak, the other wrapped tightly around the little lantern you weren't supposed to have taken from the kitchens.

it flickered. you didn't look down.

the bridge loomed up from the fog like it had been carved from the dark itself. black stone, gleaming wet, the arch bent like a bowstring straining to hold something back. you'd been here before─too many times now─but the cold never got easier. neither did the silence.

you hesitated. the forest behind you sighed. then something moved. a shuffle in the underbrush, a crack like bones underfoot.

you froze.

"daniela?" you called, but it came out thin. not nearly brave enough. no answer. only the tree creaking like tired bones, the lantern sputtering again. your pulse kicked up, hard.

than a whisper behind you. "you're early."

you jumped so hard the lantern nearly flew from your hands. when you spun, she was already standing there─too close, as always. her smile was crooked, smug. "god─" you hissed, pushing at her shoulder. "you can't just do that. I thought you were─i don't know. a ghost. a thief. some beast come to drag me into the trees."

she didn't budge under your shove. she never did.

"you wound me." daniela murmured, still smiling, thought it didn't reach her eyes. "a beast? is that what you think of me?"

"don't start." you said, still catching your breath. "you're lucky I didn't scream. someone would've come running."

"someone?" she echoed, tilting her head. her voice lowered. "and who would they find? a poor girl kissing someone she shouldn't?"

you looked away, throat tightening. your fingers twisted in your cloak. it was always like this─secret meetings beneath the veil of night, the touch of her hands colder than they should be, the kiss she stole before you could ask her not to.

but you never did ask her not to.

daniela stepped forward, so close your lantern lit the hollow of her throat. her hair was damp with fog, lashes slivered with it. her eyes, too dark to be real, searched yours. "you're trembling." she said, quiet now. almost gentle.

"it's cold." you lied.

but you both knew it wasn't just the night that set your heart racing. and you didn't know it yet, but she could hear it. every beat. every lie. every drop of blood.

her gaze dipped, lingering at your mouth, then lower. your throat. the delicate column of your neck. the pulse that betrayed you.

she leaned in like she meant to kiss you─but you moved first, turning slightly, ducking your face just to set your lantern down at your feet, brushing the stone. you rose again with your hands lifted, pressed softly to her chest to keep a little space between you, oblivious to the way her breath caught like she'd been stuck.

"the moon's clearing up." you said, dreamily, like you hadn't almost kissed her. "do you see it? how it bleeds through the clouds like that? like it's trying to get through, even if it has to tear the sky open.."

she wasn't listening.

not really.

her eyes hadn't left you─not your hands, not your mouth, not the tender glow of your skin took in the lantern light. not the soft edge of your collarbone, barely visible. your voice was soft, breathless, and every wood seemed to stretch time thinner, tighter.

her hands settled low on your waist, as if they belonged there, as if she didn't have to ask.

"you say the strangest things." she murmured.

you smiled without looking at her. "maybe you don't list properly."

daniela tilted her head again. her thumbs pressed gently into sides like she was anchoring herself there. "I do." she said, barely above a whisper. "I listen to everything."

you laughed, light and tired and warm, and when your eyes met again, something shifted. your hands on her chest stilled, her eyes softened─or sharpened─and the moment cracked open just long enough for her to lean in again.

this time, you didn't move.

you let her kiss you.

it was careful at first─testing, asking. but the second you gave in, just a little, her mouth deepened it. her lips were cold and soft, and her hands pulled you just a breath closer, thumbs pressing into the fabric at your waist. she kissed you like she'd been starving. like this was all she wanted to taste.

her lips parted, barely, just enough to let your lower lip catch between hers. and when your breath hitched, she didn't stop─she kissed you deeper, slower, as if she could draw something from you without ever needing to ask for it.

and maybe she could.

maybe you'd let her.

you didn't know how long it lasted. how long she stayed pressed to you like that, kissing you like she was trying to memorize the shape of your mouth. her fingers curled tighter at your waist, her breath catching against your skin. your knees were weak─your body softening into hers without permission.

and still, she didn't stop.

you tried to speak once, mouth parting against hers─but she kissed over it. you tried again, and her hand came up to cradle your jaw, thumb grazing your cheek, her lips brushing yours again, reverent and hungry.

"daniela─" you managed, voice shaky, barely there.

she only hummed, kissed at the corner of your mouth, your cheekbone, the shell of your ear like she could live there. like she belonged to this part of you.

"daniela, wait─" you pushed gently at her chest, not hard, not like you meant it. but it was enough to still her. you didn't look at her as you stepped away. you couldn't. not with your mouth still tingling, not with the shame already rising, bitter and sharp and burning under your skin.

you turned, cloak flaring behind you, and began walking─fast, head down, the sound of your boots swallowed up by the fog.

behind you, daniela didn't speak. didn't ask.

just the soft sound of footsteps, then the click of your lantern being lifted from the stone. she caught up to you easily. always too quiet, always too close. she didn't say anything, didn't touch you─at first.

but the distance between you was small. smaller still as you walked.

her free hand brushed yours once again. then again.

you didn't pull away, not yet. but your hands curled tighter against your body, like you were afraid of what might happen if you let her try again.

"I didn't mean to upset you." daniela said, voice quieter now. gentler. not apologetic. just watching.

"you didn't." you said too quickly. too defensively.

a pause. then, soft. "you pulled away."

you swallowed hard, eyes fixed on the path. your heart thudded in your chest, too loud, too guilty. "it's not.." you trailed off. couldn't finish.

you didn't know how to say I liked it and I shouldn't have at the same time. the way she kissed you─it made you feel like you were something sacred. something wanted. but the heat it left behind felt dirty. wrong. like a sin pressed into your skin where no one could see.

"if someone saw us..." you tried again, voice quieter now. "they'd have me stripped of my title. sent to a convent. worse."

she didn't answer.

the lantern swung between you, casting gold light on the damp path. her hand brushed yours again─closer this time, like she might reach for it. like she might hold it.

you bit the inside of your cheek. look straight ahead, toward the narrow path twisting back to the castle. "it's not right." you said.

her breath caught. "me?"

"this."

you didn't say you. you didn't say us. you couldn't.

"they'd say it's wicked." you whispered, voice cracking at the edge. "unclean. unholy. my soul will rot for what i've done."

daniela was quiet. too quiet.

you swallowed hard. "maybe they're right."

then─softly, like a prayer not meant to be heard─she said, "i've already rotted. maybe that's why I don't care."

you stopped walking. so did she. you didn't look at her. couldn't. your fists were shaking. "you make it so hard."

"to breathe?"

you nodded.

"to pretend?"

you nodded again, slower. and then her fingers brushed yours─just barley. she didn't try to hold your hand. she just stayed there, close enough to burn.

you woke, but the room wasn't yours.

your bed was the same—white sheets pulled taut, lace-trimmed coverlet folded just so—but the air felt wrong. heavy. thick like breath on glass. your skin prickled with cold, though you couldn't see your breath.

outside, no moon. no stars. just black, pressed up against the window like a body trying to get in. you sat up slow, heart dragging behind you like something left out in the rain. the silence was loud. thick.

that's when you heard it.

a noise—wet. muffled. something between chewing and sobbing. you turned your head. slowly. across the room, at the foot of your bed, someone was crouched. hunched over.

a figure. pale nightdress. shoulders trembling. dark hair hanging like a curtain. you squinted in the dark, the shape barely lit by the sliver of candle still burning on your writing desk. the flame didn't flicker. nothing moved but her.

you swung your legs over the side of the bed, toes sinking into plush carpet—except it didn't feel soft. it felt wet. you didn't look down.

the closer you stepped, the louder the sound became. ripping. tearing. soft gasps like pain or pleasure. you paused, barely breathing, one hand outstretched.

"daniela?" you whispered. your voice didn't echo. the room swallowed it whole.

you reached for her shoulder—hesitant, trembling—your fingertips just hovering over the fabric of her sleeve. and then she turned. her face was red.

not flushed. red.

her mouth was drenched in blood, lips split and smeared. her eyes glowed dark, like something deep under water. her teeth were—god—sharp. too many. too bright. there was a body in her arms. limp. half-eaten. skin torn like parchment.

she looked at you like she didn't know you.

or worse—like she did.

you stumbled backward, gasping, hand to your mouth. your heel caught the hem of your nightgown and you fell hard onto the floor, hands splayed out behind you. you felt it before you saw it. warm. slick. everywhere.

you lifted your hand from the floor—shaking—and it came away red. crimson against white. soaking through lace. the hem of your gown already blooming like a wound. you didn't breathe. couldn't.

and daniela—daniela was looking at you. her mouth open, smeared with blood. lips wet, parted like she was about to say something, but didn't. instead, she reached out. slow. careful. reverent.

her hands—soaked in red—came up to your face. she cupped your cheek like she loved you. thumbs brushing your skin, warm and sticky. you couldn't move. couldn't flinch. couldn't look away from her eyes, from the hunger there. the ache. you almost let her.

and then—

light. too much of it. too sudden.

you gasped awake, body jerking upright in your bed like you'd been pulled from water. your sheets were twisted, damp with sweat. your nightgown clung to your chest. your throat ached from a scream you hadn't made.

"my lady?"

you blinked, breath ragged. the world was too bright.

your maid was standing by the window, pushing the heavy drapes open with both hands. sunlight spilled across the floor like gold. outside, you could hear birds. children laughing in the courtyard. carriages rolling over cobblestone.

"it's nearly eight." she said cheerfully. "your mother says not to miss breakfast today. she wants you dressed early for the ball—says it'll be good to show your face to the townsfolk, now that they're invited inside the gates."

you couldn't answer. your hand was still clutching your sheets, eyes darting to the floor beside your bed—clean. dry. no blood. you brought your fingers to your face, slow. your skin was warm. clean. not a trace of red.

but the feeling hadn't left. you didn't move until your maid left to fetch your gown.

you couldn't stay in the room. not with the sheets clinging to your back and the feeling of her hands pressed against your face. the gown your maid picked was pale blue silk, soft as water. it fit too tightly today—like your skin was thinner, like everything underneath was bruised.

you slipped out the back staircase, down the east wing, and into the courtyard. sunlight pooled between stone arches. townspeople were beginning to gather beyond the gates—men with baskets of bread, women balancing children on their hips, girls in ribbon-tied aprons. they were loud. laughing. real.

you didn't feel real.

your shoes tapped quietly against the stone path. somewhere behind you, the kitchen bells rang. you walked faster, unsure where you were going—only that you needed to move.

then you heard it again. footsteps behind yours. steady. familiar.

"you're up early." came her voice.

your whole body froze. daniela.

you didn't turn around.

"I thought you hated crowds," you muttered, eyes locked ahead.

"I do." she said easily, and you heard her footsteps fall in beside yours. "but I like seeing you in the sun."

you flinched. she noticed.

your hands were clasped tightly in front of you, nails pressing into your gloves. you didn't speak, didn't breathe too deep. the dream was still crawling under your skin. her face, in the dark. her mouth. her hands. you felt her beside you—too close, always too close—and then her fingers brushed yours. once. twice.

then, softly, she tried to take your hand. you pulled away. not hard. not dramatic. just quick. deliberate. daniela's hand fell back like you'd slapped it. she stopped walking. you kept going.

"you're mad." she said behind you.

you didn't answer.

"what did I do?" her voice had changed. smaller. softer. "if this is about the other night—i wasn't trying to push you."

you turned around so fast she nearly bumped into you. "it's not about that." you hissed. "stop—just—stop trying to make it about you."

her brows pinched. her mouth opened like she wanted to argue, but nothing came out. you didn't wait. you turned sharply on your heel and disappeared into the crowd, silk skirts brushing past fruit carts and hay barrels and strangers who didn't you were unraveling.

you didn't see her expression. but she didn't follow you again.

you didn't mean to end up in the garden. it was one of those places you always forgot existed until your feet dragged there. quiet. trimmed hedges. white stone path curling around the fountain like a ribbon. the petals were already falling from the rose bushes. crushed velvet underfoot.

you knelt beside the fountain, fingers plucking absently at a little cluster of white violets, not even aware of it at first. your mind was too loud.

you whispered to no one. "it was just a dream." your hand trembled around the stem. one petal tore in your grip. "she wouldn't do that. not really. she's not a..." you couldn't even finish the word.

you dropped the flower and leaned back on your heels, head tilting up to the sun, trying to breathe. trying to remind yourself of your body. of the world. and then you heard footsteps behind you. real ones. not her this time.

"you always disappear when there's something important going on." came a voice. lighter. warmer. familiar.

you looked over your shoulder.

sunghoon stood at the edge of the garden path, hands tucked behind his back, coat half-unbuttoned like he hadn't dressed fully before wandering out. his hair was a little disheveled. the sunlight caught in the curve of his smile.

"your mother's been searching for you." he added. "I told her I'd find you."

you stood up slowly, brushing your skirt off with both hands. "sorry."

"don't be. if I had a view like this outside my room, I'd disappear here, too." he stepped closer, stopping just beside you, eyes on the fountain. for a moment, neither of you said anything. then—causal, like he wasn't waiting for it—he offered you his arm.

you looked at it.

he's perfect, you thought. that horrible little voice, again. handsome. polite. knows how to dress. knows when to speak. you'd never have to hide him. you hesitated only a second before slipping your arm through his.

his smile deepened, proud but not smug. "see? not so bad."

you didn't answer. your legs moved before your mind did. the two of you strolled back toward the castle in silence. the path narrowed. you didn't pull your arm away. his hand rested lightly over yours. you told yourself it was fine. it was normal.

he likes you. your parents would like him. he smells like lavender soap and cedar, not blood and ash and smoke. he wouldn't kiss you in the dark. he wouldn't lie. he wouldn't scare you.

you glanced at him from the corner of your eye. his profile was lovely in the sun. gentle and neat. he looked like a painting. so why, then—why did your chest ache like you were breaking your own ribs? why did you keep seeing her face when you closed your eyes?

when you reached your room, he walked you in like it was nothing. he didn't say much. just let the silence hold. your maids weren't there yet—no bustle of fabric, no corsets waiting. just the two of you. golden light through your windows. your arm still in his.

and still that awful part of you whispered—

if you were good, you'd choose him.

you stood there like that for a second longer. you could feel his pulse beneath his glove, steady and calm. then, finally, you let go of him. he lingered by the doorway, hands folded behind him like he wasn't trying to make you nervous, like he wasn't hoping for anything. the sun painted the floor between you in gold and shadow.

"your mother." he said gently, "thinks something will be announced tonight."

you didn't speak.

he took a breath. "about us."

you still didn't speak.

"i'd say yes." he said after a pause. "if they asked."

your throat was dry. you wanted to say something—anything—but your voice wouldn't come. he smiled at you like he could wait forever. "we'll talk more tonight, yes?" you nodded. once.

and with that, he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles—warm and almost sweet—and let himself out. your hand lingered in the air for a moment after the door clicked shut. and all you could feel was her mouth instead.

the gown was heavy. roses embroidered into the hem. gold threaded into every seam. ruffled sleeves blooming at your wrists like wilted petals. you stood in front of the mirror, trying to recognize yourself in all of it. the corset pinched your ribs. your necklace sat too tight around your throat. your fingers kept fussing with the ruffles on your sleeves, twisting the fabric just to feel something real beneath your fingers.

you looked like a doll. a bride. a lie.

you didn't hear the knock at first—too wrapped up in the silence of your own thoughts. it came again, sharper. not at the door.

the window.

your heart dropped. you turned, slow. moved across the room, skirts rustling, heels light on marble. you tugged the curtain back—and there she was.

daniela.

pressed against the edge of the stone windowsill, face pale and flushed with cold. curls loose around her face. her eyes caught the candlelight in a way that made them look...darker than usual. glinting. sharp. you slid the latch open just enough for your voice to slip through.

"what are you doing here?" you hissed. "someone could've seen you—"

"no one did." she said. "I was careful."

"you shouldn't be here. this is the ball. they're all inside. my parents are inside."

"and yet," daniela said coolly, "you're not."

your lips parted—nothing came out.

she leaned in slightly, one gloved hand gripping the windowsill. "why were you upset this morning?"

“i wasn’t upset.”

“you didn’t even look at me.”

you shook your head, voice tightening. “i told you. i was tired. nothing more.”

she didn’t believe you. you could see it in the way her gaze flicked over your face—searching. unconvinced.

before you could retreat, she climbed in through the window with a grace that was far too quiet for someone in boots. she stepped into your room like she belonged there, like she always had.

“you’ve been avoiding me,” she said softly.

you didn’t answer. your hands were trembling slightly—still tangled in the ruffles of your sleeves.

daniela stepped closer. her presence made the candlelight flicker. and then she cupped your face with both hands. cold. so much colder than usual. your skin flinched beneath her touch.

her thumbs brushed your cheekbones, slow and sure, like she wasn’t going to let you pull away. her eyes were darker than they should be. shadows curled in her irises like smoke.

you blinked, trying to breathe.

her touch—this touch—it mirrored the dream. too close. too gentle. too dangerous.

your hand came up, fingers curling around her wrist, trying to push her off. but she didn’t move. her hands only pressed deeper into your cheeks.

“daniela,” you breathed. “please—”

but she didn’t listen.

her right hand slid down, slow, trailing over the curve of your jaw, along the side of your throat, and then settled on your hip. she pulled you toward her, and you went—helpless.

“you smell so sweet tonight,” she whispered.

you swallowed.

“don’t,” you said. but it came out so soft. too soft.

she leaned in. and you let her. her lips brushed yours—tentative, waiting for a refusal.

you didn’t give one.

and then her mouth was on yours, and the taste of her was like frost and longing and something sweeter beneath it. your hands curled against her chest. your whole body screamed no and yes at the same time. somewhere in your mind, you could hear your name being called from downstairs. laughter. footsteps.

but you didn’t move.

her lips moved against yours with such aching purpose, like she hadn’t stopped thinking about this since the last time. like she would’ve waited centuries for this moment.

you melted into her without meaning to—hands gripping her sleeves, her waist, anything to keep yourself steady. her fingers dug softly into the silk at your hip, her mouth tilted just slightly to deepen the kiss, and your heart was beating so loudly it felt like it might echo through the halls.

her mouth was still on yours when the knock came. sharp. three polite raps against the door. you froze. daniela stilled too, lips parting from yours but her breath still caught against your cheek.

"my lady?" came sunghoon's voice, muffed through the woods. "your father's about to begin the speech."

your heart lurched. you pushed her back, not hard, just frantic. her hand slipped from your waist but she didn't stumble—she never did.

you turned from her, tried to smooth your skirts, felt the blood still racing through your face and throat. "hold on!" you called, voice way too high.

your hair was half-falling from its pins. your lips still tasted like her.

you glanced over your shoulder—daniela stood perfectly still, gaze unreadable, lips parted slightly like she was about to speak again. but you couldn’t let her. not now. not here.

you stumbled toward the door, cracked it open just enough for your face to be seen.

sunghoon stood in full dress uniform, eyes lighting up when he saw you—then dimming a little as he took in the flush in your cheeks, the way you wouldn’t quite meet his eyes.

“are you alright?” he asked, brows gently pinching. “you look… out of breath.”

“just needed a moment,” you managed, voice light. “the gown is heavy.”

he nodded. “may i—?”

before you could say no, he pressed gently on the door. it opened a little further. your breath caught. you looked behind you. she was gone. not a shadow, not a footprint, not a whisper left in her place.

sunghoon’s gaze flicked around the room, then settled back on you.

“you sure you’re alright?”

you nodded again, this time slower. “yes. sorry. just—yes.”

he offered his arm. you hesitated. then took it.

he guided you down the hallway, careful with your pace, polite as ever. like nothing had happened. like there hadn’t just been a girl pressed against you, her hands cold as death, her mouth hotter than sin.

your hand tightened slightly around sunghoon’s sleeve. and still, you couldn’t stop glancing back down the hall. wondering where she’d gone. wondering how long you had before she came back. wondering why you wished she would.

the ballroom was too warm.

between the soft golden candlelight, the perfume hanging in the air, and the crush of gowns and coats, it felt more like a furnace than a celebration. you kept sunghoon's arm in yours. partly for stability. mostly to keep yourself from floating away.

your father stood at the head of the marble staircase, his voice booming across the floor, thanking nobles and townsfolk alike for their loyalty, their contributions, their belief in tradition. people clapped. laughed. toasted.

you barely heard a word of it.

your fingers kept brushing against the ring of your necklace. you were still tasting her. you were still breathing like you hadn't fully come down from something—

no. no. stop.

you bit down hard on your lip, hoping the pain would ground you. instead, you caught yourself wishing her lips were still there.

sunghoon noticed, of course. "are you alright?"

you nodded too quickly. "just warm."

he reached for a drink from a passing tray, offering the glass. wine, blood-dark and sweet. you took it. swallowed too fast. your father was still talking. you couldn’t hear him.

you were trying to pray. in your head, somewhere. some desperate chant from when you were young. to be good. to be clean. you told yourself you were just tired. that it was just a kiss. that it wasn’t that kind of love.

but the way she touched you. the way she looked at you. like she knew every thought you’d tried to scrub out with holy water—what kind of god would forgive that?

“you’re shaking,” sunghoon said gently.

you looked down. the wine in your glass trembled. you let out a laugh—sharp and tight. “i think i need another.”

“stay here,” he said. “i’ll bring you one.”

you nodded. he disappeared into the crowd.

your hand clutched the edge of the table. you couldn’t cry. not here. not now. and then—the music cut off. not a gradual stop. not a polite end to a waltz. a sudden, sickening silence.

someone screamed.

a man stumbled from the hall. one of the nobles, maybe. his waistcoat soaked through with red. he was trying to speak, but blood gurgled out instead.

you froze.

the room turned. gasps rising. someone shouted for help. a servant ran. and then you saw it. not the body—not yet. the eyes. wide and vacant. staring up from the floor. face pale. throat—

bitten.

your stomach dropped. people were pushing back now. scrambling. voices overlapping. your father was shouting for guards. sunghoon returned to your side, protective hand already at your back. “don’t look,” he said, but it was too late.

your mouth was dry. your limbs locked in place. you could feel the blood draining from your own face, matching the man's on the floor.

you didn’t have to ask. you knew.

somewhere in this ballroom—among the gold and velvet and smiles. someone had fed.

“don’t look,” sunghoon whispered, stepping in front of you. “you don’t need to see that.”

but you already had. the man's throat. the blood. the way the guards looked like they didn’t know whether to chase after something or kneel and pray. your hand shook. the wine glass in your grip tilted too far, splashing down the front of your gown. red staining red. like it was always meant to be there.

sunghoon took the glass from you and passed it off blindly. he didn’t ask again. “come with me,” he said. firm, but gentle.

you didn’t argue. not with your mouth. but your heart was screaming.

he guided you out of the ballroom, arm steady around your waist. through one of the side corridors. quieter now, colder. you could still hear the chaos echoing behind you—raised voices, shouted orders, someone sobbing.

“it must’ve been an animal,” someone said. “a beast from the woods—”

“no animal does that.”

you could still feel the press of daniela’s hand against your cheek.

sunghoon brought you into one of the drawing rooms—a small one, barely used—and shut the door behind you. thick velvet curtains kept out the candlelight from the hall. “sit,” he said. “just breathe.”

you sat on the edge of a velvet chaise, your dress crumpling beneath you, the wine soaking into the folds. your fingers were cold.

“i’ll get you water,” he offered, already halfway to the door again.

“no,” you whispered.

he stopped. turned.

you looked up at him. tried to smile. “just—stay.”

he nodded. stepped closer, then sat beside you, his hand resting awkwardly on the space between you both. you stared down at your lap. you couldn’t get the image out of your head. the blood. the teeth. the cold, cold hands.

daniela.

you were awake before the sun. lying flat on your back, eyes fixed to carved ceiling above your bed, it's gold trim blurring in the dark. sunghoon's arm was draped across your waist.

his breath came soft and even against your shoulder. he was still asleep—of course he was. he always slept so soundly, like he wasn't afraid of anything. like there weren't monsters being whispered about on every street corner. like a man hadn't been found drained of blood beneath the chandeliers of your family's ballroom.

your throat was dry. your heart ached with something you couldn’t name. the mattress beneath you was warm. his body was steady. protective. but it wasn’t her.

sunghoon didn’t sleep curled into you. he didn’t bury his face in your shoulder and kiss your collarbone between dreams. he didn’t whisper things in a language that didn’t exist. he didn’t trace patterns on your ribs with his fingertips like he was trying to memorize you.

daniela had.

your eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

you shouldn’t be thinking about her. not after what happened. not after you’d seen what you saw.

but you hadn’t really seen it. right?

that night felt like a fever dream now. everyone was saying different things—talk of a beast, a madman, a murderer. and of course: the rumors. vampires. people had been whispering about them for years. but after that night, the whispers had become sermons. hunts. locked doors and garlic hanging in windows.

still, no one had seen one. not really.

and daniela had disappeared before anyone could ask her anything. she hadn’t come back.

she’d left you.

you turned your head slightly, careful not to wake sunghoon. his hand tightened around your waist in his sleep, like he could sense you drifting.

he was here now. keeping you safe. keeping the rumors out, and the cold away. this was what people wanted. what your mother prayed for. a man to share your bed. a name to be tied to yours. you swallowed.

if you were good, you’d choose him.

but you didn’t feel good. you didn’t feel anything. your eyes trailed to the curtains. faint blue light was starting to press through them. dawn. another day without her.

you didn't remember getting dressed. you just moved.

careful. quiet. you lifted sunghoon's arm off your waist, slow enough not to wake him. his brow twitched, but he didn't stir. the floor was cold beneath your feet. you didn't bother with gloves, only wrapped a shawl around your shoulders and grabbed the lantern from the table.

the match flared like a secret.

you didn't leave through the main hallway. the staff would be waking soon. instead, you crept through the servants passage near the back of the estate. the air was stale. you knew the turns by heart.

outside, the wind cut through you like a warning. but you didn't stop walking. you followed the same trail as always—the one that curved behind the orchard and led toward the woods. it was damp from early fog, your shoes sinking slightly into the soft dirt. your lantern swayed in your hand, casting long, jagged shadows over the trees.

you reached the place. the one only you and she ever used. a thicket between two cypress trees, just past the edge of the chapel ruins.

"daniela?" you whispered.

no answer.

you stepped forward. the forest was quiet. too quiet. "daniela." you said again, louder this time. "i—i know you're out there."

silence.

until—a sound. not a voice. wet. slow. rhythmic. you turned your head. it was coming from deeper in the woods. behind the rock face. where the cliffs dipped. you found the mouth of the cave like you'd been here before. maybe in a dream. maybe always.

your hand tightened on the lantern. "don't be stupid." you whispered to yourself. "don't go in."

but your feet moved anyway.

the cave walls were narrow at first, then opened wide. the smell was sharp and coppery. your breath misted in front of your face. and then you heard it again. that noise. chewing.

you stopped. frozen. your heartbeat rang in your ears. your hand trembled as you lifted the lantern higher. and there—on the floor of the cave, crouched low over something—was her.

daniela.

her dress was torn. her hair wild. her back to you. and beneath her—a body. still. your breath caught.

she turned her head at the sound. slowly. her mouth was red. her chin stained. he eyes—not like you remembered. dark. ravenous. unhuman.

"daniela." you whispered.

she rose to her feet. blood dripped down the front of her dress. her expression unreadable—something between grief and hunger. her lips parted.

“so,” she said. her voice low, bitter. “you don’t love me anymore.”

you couldn’t speak.

she took a step closer. her boots crushed bones. “you saw me once,” she continued, gesturing to her face. “and now i’m a monster. is that it?”

“daniela—” you breathed. “what did you—”

“don’t lie to me.”

another step. closer. your back hit the cave wall.

“you said you loved me,” she said, voice trembling. “you said you wanted me.”

“i did,” you whispered. “i do, i just—”

“just what?” her voice cracked. “just not like this? not when it’s real?”

your lantern flickered in your hands. you were shaking.

“look at me,” she said, stepping even closer. “if you really want to leave—if you really don’t love me anymore—then look me in the eyes and say it.”

you opened your mouth. nothing came out.

because you couldn’t. because some part of you still did. even like this.

“look me in the eyes,” daniela said again.

you couldn’t.

your chest was tight. your throat was closing. tears threatened the corners of your eyes and you couldn’t even breathe—and she was still moving toward you. slow. deliberate. like she was trying not to frighten you. but the blood on her face did that for her.

“daniela,” you whispered, stepping back. your spine hit stone. “you—this isn’t you. this can’t be—”

“this is me,” she snapped. “this has always been me.”

her voice was breaking. you could see it in her eyes now. rage and grief coiled together like snakes. her hands were trembling.

you wanted to hold her. you wanted to run.

“you still smell so sweet,” she said, her voice cracking. “i’ve missed you so much—”

her hands reached for you.

you flinched.

“don’t—”

“just a taste,” she whispered. her eyes were wide, feverish. “just one—i swear, just one.”

“no,” you choked out. “daniela—please—don’t.” her hands gripped your waist. her breath ghosted your neck. your vision blurred. you were crying. really crying.

you shoved at her. she didn’t move.

“stop—stop—” your fingers clawed behind you—reaching for something, anything—

and they closed around a shard of glass. a broken bottle, maybe. glinting in the lantern’s dying light. you didn’t think. you just moved. you slashed upward, wild, crying. “get away from me!”

it caught her face—barely. she hissed in pain, staggered back. blood welled up instantly, dark and thick.

your hands were shaking so hard you almost dropped the shard. you did drop the lantern.

glass shattered. the flame blinked out.

darkness.

you didn’t wait. you ran.

out of the cave. through the trees. feet slipping in the mud. hands catching on branches.

your lungs burned. your tears blurred everything. the gown tangled around your legs. but you didn’t stop. not until the castle walls came into view, glowing faintly in the distance. not until you collapsed behind the chapel ruins and tried to scream without sound.

it was summer again.

the windows were open. the wind pushed gently at the curtains. somewhere in the courtyard, someone was playing music—soft, forgettable, a melody you’d heard too many times now.

you sat alone in the gallery. your gown hung heavy on your frame. not quite tailored. not quite comfortable.

you’d been married six months. sunghoon was kind. polite. he always asked how you were before bed. he always brought your favorite tea. he always knocked before entering.

he did everything right.

and still—he wasn’t her.

your gaze drifted to the nearest painting. your face looked back at you, expression stilled into perfection. your hands folded neatly in your lap. your smile measured. ladylike.

you hated that version of yourself.

your eyes shifted to the next one. and the next. years of portraits lined the walls. each of them the same girl. same dress. same distance behind the eyes.

none of them looked like you.

you rose to your feet and wandered further down the corridor, passing old ancestors and former lords and ladies. your name was carved beneath them now. a wife. a lady. a duchess.

you stopped in front of the newest portrait—your wedding one.

you and sunghoon stood side by side. his arm around yours. your dress shimmering in gold. your face—

still.

cold.

like the paint couldn’t hide what was missing.

you touched your fingers to your reflection, right where your heart should be. the oil was dry beneath your skin.

a breeze moved through the room. the candle nearest to you flickered. and just for a moment—only a second—you could’ve sworn you smelled her again. violets. blood. and smoke.

your hand dropped to your side.

they said she vanished that night. some claimed she was never real to begin with. a fever dream. a myth. a curse.

you knew better.

you still saw her in your sleep. still felt her lips ghost across your shoulder when the room went quiet. still flinched when you saw blood on your fingertips and didn’t know if it was hers or yours.

you stood in silence a while longer. the music outside faded. your reflection watched you from the frame—painted in gold, draped in silk, crowned by duty. so composed. so cold.

you couldn't remember the last time you'd seen yourself smile without trying.

and maybe this is what you deserved. maybe this is what came from choosing right over real. you turned away from the painting and let your fingers trail across the stone wall as you walked. soft footfalls. soft grief.

they say love makes monsters of us all. but what if the monster was already in love?

#kisshae #wlw #katseye #fem reader #kpop imagines #gxg #gxg imagine #katseye x reader #katseye daniela #x reader #daniela avanzini #katseye x female reader #gxg angst #kpop gxg #daniela avanzini x reader #f!reader #idol x reader #wlw fanfic

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after-witch · 8 months ago

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Horrorfest: But I'm So Sweet and Tasty [Yandere Vampire!L Lawliet x Reader]

Title: But I'm So Sweet and Tasty [Yandere Vampire!L Lawliet x Reader]

Synopsis: You've been kidnapped by a vampire with a penchant for sweets.

For Horrorfest request: I read your L x vampire fic a while ago and started thinking about the reverse. So maybe vampire L gets discovered, and instead of killing them to protect his identity, he decides to keep them like livestock? His own personal regenerating blood bag <3

Word count: 970ish

notes: vampire au, yandere, kidnapped reader, descriptions of blood drinking

“Is this really necessary?” You ask, pouting, tugging down the strawberry-frosting pink frills of a dress that barely reaches your mid-thigh. It’s a frilly, sweet pink number, with lace on the collar and a bounce to the skirt; certainly not the type of clothing you would have worn before all this.

It is, however, the type of clothing you see in the magazines that L doesn’t bother hiding in his office. Magazines with idols wearing impractical things that are designed to bounce and jump and make their fans long for just a glimpse of something more.

Yet it was the only thing to wear in your wardrobe when you woke up earlier; gone were your comfortable sweatshirts and trousers, gone were your warm pajamas, gone were the occasional dresses you liked to wear, sensible things with long skirts.

You’d had to practically beg L for each of them, and he never added anything to your wardrobe without a lengthy bargaining process, but your hard work was undone.

In their place was this frothy, sweet little dress that barely kept you warm and made you look like–well.

Like a piece of cake.

He puts the finishing touch on your hair, a matching ribbon that he deftly ties with his fingers, and pats your head for behaving so well. There was a time when you might have snarled at him through the entire process, though you were never stupid enough to fight him, even back when you would still cry and scream and rage at being stuck here.

Now, though. Now you behave, because it’s easier this way. And frankly, after so many evenings being fed on by the vampire beside you, you just don’t have the energy anymore.

Your reflection in the mirror shows no one but yourself, but when you turn your head, he is there–a small smile on his face.

“It’s very cute on you.” His voice dips a bit when he says it, and you know he’ll want to feed soon. Something about his moods when he deems you to be cute; he gets weirder, if such a thing were possible. He also gets hungry–and that never ends well for you.

You’re staring in the mirror at your solitary reflection when he lifts your arm, giving your wrist a sniff. It never fails to make you dizzy, this contrast–the weight and pressure of him as he holds you and moves you, and the lack of him in the mirror. Like your body is on puppet strings, being yanked around by some awful thing above you.

Maybe it was, in a way. Maybe that thought is what makes you tense, now, makes you want to jerk away and run down the carpeted halls and scratch at the front door as if it wasn’t locked twenty times over.

Maybe you couldn’t take another night of being his living blood bag, or another day of lounging about, tired and alone, snacking on the sweets he left you to eat in the kitchen. They made you taste better, he said, and you had no reason to think he was lying.

Maybe it shows on your face, in the way your muscles seize, all of this–

Maybe that’s why he gives you a gentle tug, and pulls you away from the mirror, so you can’t look anymore. So you can’t think about it.

It works, awfully enough. He smiles when he sees you shake yourself out of it, when you look at him, and not the things he does to you in the mirror.

“I bet you taste just as cute,” he murmurs, lifting your wrist again, and licking the skin there.

You shudder.

“Things can’t taste cute,” you correct, wondering if he’ll give you a warning, or if he’ll take that first bite on impulse. It’s a 50/50, with L; he might give you a more accurate percentage, if you asked. But you won’t.

He hums. “Scientifically speaking, no. But visual perception does have a significant impact on how our brain perceives the taste of foods. For instance, something green will be perceived as being fresh and nutritious. But something pink and light…” His voice trails off, and his lips latch onto your wrist. “I can bring you the studies to read after this,” he says, voice muffled against your skin.

“No thanks,” you say, just as he takes a bite into the sensitive skin of your wrist. You cry out, squeezing your eyes shut, clenching your fist tight. It never gets easier. It never stops hurting.

The sensation of his fangs sinking into your skin doesn’t change; the sharp points of them like carving knives, opening up your veins so that he can get the best flow of blood.

“Worst part is over,” he murmurs, liquid against his mouth. If you looked down–you won’t, not again–you would see his front teeth all covered in blood.

Instead, you look everywhere else in the room. At the white walls, which he’s let you decorate. At your bed, with its checkered comforter. At your stack of books, that you’ll read tomorrow, when you’re too exhausted from blood loss to get out of bed.

The bite is the worst part, you suppose. The part that hurts the most. After a while, the pain will dull down to an ache, and by the next morning there will only be bruises and the faintest memory of pain.

Wooziness swoops down over your head as he begins to feed in earnest, and your stomach turns at both the feeling and the sound of it. Slurping and a soft squelch as he almost gums the wound at your wrist.

Yes, it is the bite that hurts the most–but the slurping and satisfied hums afterward are just as sickening.

#yandere death note #yandere l lawliet #yandere #afterwitch writes #aw horrorfest

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lilacgaby · 8 months ago

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‧₊˚ to kiss or kill.. a vampire?‧₊˚

you've been a vampire for as long as you can remember. you were going through your day, or night, routine as normal when a noise startles you. a man, katsuki bakugo to be exact, was standing at your door. though, he can't seem to remember whether he's supposed to kill or kiss you...

★pair. knight(?)katsuki x vampire!reader. tags. fem!reader, fantasy!au, vampire!au, amnesia trope, memories, kissing, hugging, dates kinda, blood, daggers, stakes. wc. 2k.

noteღ. i love the memory loss trope but its hard to write it in a way that doesn't seem like lazy(???) idk how to say it, also happy halloween to all who celebrate!

embedded deep in the forest, vines growing over the bark of the trees, the sun not visible from the impressive manor you called home.

a lake so deep you couldn't see the bottom, the moonlight the only thing reflecting off the darkness of the water.

it was quiet, quaint. only the animals as company for such a faraway place.

you roamed freely around your garden, tending to the black rose bushes and cutting the thorns to an appropriate length. feeding carrots you only grew for the deer and bunnies that had grown used to your presence, seeing the generations of them rest and birth, a consequence of being immortal.

your outfit was dark, camouflaging you against the night sky, the only time you were able to go out. you'd grown used to it, comforted by the night sky and sleeping critters around you.

but a crunch of grass snapped you out of your relaxation. the tuft of blond hair you'd spotted alarming you.

your pot of water was now splashed onto the floor, your red eyes were widened and pupils like a cat as you moved out of vision. vision of whoever was trampling into your long uncivilized manor.

it was a man, donning expensive yet ripped up fabrics and cloths, a beaten up satchel, and bright hair that stood out against the night sky.

you couldn't help but notice though, that he had red eyes just like yours.

he must be a vampire, you reasoned, moving closer to investigate the man who was unmoving at your door. you popped out from behind him. “who are you and why are you here?”

he jumped, seemingly not expecting you to be behind him. “i'm.. lost. i can't seem to find my way. or.. remember what i was doing here.” he turned to face you, his figure towering over yours, his eyes on you. “you don't remember anything? is it possible that you've been hit with a strong spell?”

you kept talking while looking over at his complete attire now, noting the royal emblem on his chest.

“it's possible.. i don't remember what i do exactly.” his red eyes kept boring into you, striking you with a sense of familiarity, though you couldn't place from where. “well, you can stay here for the night. i have spare rooms.”

his eyes widened slightly, his eyebrows raising. “really, you're inviting me in? what if i was a vampire?”

“well, no need to fear one of my own.”

his mouth went agape when he realized. “you're a vampire.”

“yes. does that change anything?”

“i.. guess not.” a hand went to the back of his neck, his eyes averting as he looked up in thought. “it's just surprising. i think.. i feel a connection to the word. to its meaning. i must have been- sorry be- a vampire. don't you agree?”

“let's talk more inside. if you are a vampire as you believe, we'll die if we're outside another hour...” you left it open ended as to ask for his name.

“katsuki. call me katsuki.”

“well katsuki. welcome in, don't suck my blood or something.” you joked.

as he followed you inside, he awed internally at the extravagance of your mansion. it definitely was the home of a vampire, as all the windows were closed and barricaded.

“i haven't had many guests over for a while.. so. excuse the mess.” he followed you as you showed him the different parts of your home. he passed by the kitchen, so gorgeous that he felt upset when you noted how you only used it to make food for the animals outside. you showed him your bedroom, which only housed a single, heavily padded coffin.

you went upstairs finally, your mansion was huge so he began to notice the ache in his feet. when you arrived in your lounge area though, he felt a pang in his head as he eyed a dagger. a silver one.

memories flooded into his head at once, making him hold his head in discomfort.

words. so many replayed in his mind though they were incoherent. sights of blood, of one of those very daggers in his hand, a stake in the other.

“ėřīdɯǎʌ ħ ʇ ľļ ʞ”

he couldn't understand it at all, the visions in his mind were playing and flashing right after another.

training, studying vitals, the word vampire. why did it seem so familiar?

“katsuki. are you okay?” your hands were on his shoulders now, your face of concern went unnoticed by him, his eyes were only laser focused on the sharp fangs of your mouth.

“i–. i– um. i don't know what the fuck happened to me.” he admitted, he still felt weak from the confusion revelations that had unfolded in his mind.

“maybe.. you should head to bed for the day. i have a bed for you in here.”

you took his hand, he almost pulled away, he didn't know why it still felt so bloody. why it felt like he was holding an unseen weapon in his palm. but he let you comfort him slightly anyways.

you laid a towel onto his forehead, closing the door with a, “goodnight.”

you left him resting with his thoughts as you continued your chores outside.

it was obvious he wasn't a vampire like he thought. he wasn't nocturnal like you. the sight of the blood bags you had left cooling in a safe him feel queasy, and he could touch metal just fine. he found himself tracing the details of the dagger in your living room mindlessly, enthralled with it. it felt just as familiar as your eyes did. he was sure it would feel just as right in his hand, he moved to pick it up when-

“what are you doing?” you asked sleepily. your attire from yesterday was gone, replaced with casual clothes that didn't seem to fit you. “..i just got curious.”

he stared at you. the crimson of his eyes confusing you to no end, but you let it go with a sigh. “well, stop messing with that stuff. like seriously.”

he took your warning. but the strange memories never went away. though, he noticed that they'd only really pop up around you.

he'd gotten to know you in the couple hours of the first day he spent with you. your favorite color, food before you turned, your true age, your favorite flower.

and you'd gotten to know the vague things he remembered about himself in exchange. how he grew up in a village, how he remembers training hard everyday to become a knight, how he grew up with the next in line for the throne.

you'd traveled around the forest with him, showing him some of your favorite spots. pointing to nearby towns and taverns, warning him to stay away from spots where werewolves would roam frequently.

you'd gotten him a new wardrobe of clothing that happened to match yours. black button downs and slacks with red accents, something that suited him perfectly, was what you had gifted him.

he tried to gift you things as well. it was unfortunate that his gift for cuisine went wasted on you, who couldn't eat food. he picked you flowers from different regions of the forest you wouldn't venture to. dandelions that he insisted you'd blow out together, red roses that paired perfectly with your black ones, and baby’s breath sprinkled tastefully in between.

the words grew less scrambled over the days of which he spent with you. it'd been a month of living with him at this point, and your life together had become routine. the pangs where he'd keel over for seconds in real time, but hours in his mind happened more frequently too. the same visions of blood on his hands, a dagger identical to the one displayed in your home would always be there. but additions of a torch in his hand and a dagger would change. the memory would change, which confused him.

he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the calm nature of your life together. the tranquil feeling of feeding the bunnies and deers alongside you, the rushing sound of the lake as you sat side by side admiring it.

the feeling of your skin, cold to the touch, on his body that seemed to run too hot.

your open-minded nature, the lingering loss of your presence he'd feel when you were gone.

though, he now could hear some parts of the sentence quite clearly.

“k– the vampire.”

as he laid around on one of the many couches of your manor, petting a black cat, he pondered on what the last word could be. he knew it could only be one of two words, he wasn't dumb.

to kiss or to kill. but what reason was he given to kill you? you'd been nothing but amazing to him, welcome and open when he was vulnerable. the only thing you'd been strange about– the only thing he felt he wanted.

was to hold the dagger in his hand.

he laid the cat onto the side of the couch before standing up. it was like an invisible force was leading him away, taking him right to his object of interest that he had been so hyper aware of since the day he arrived.

every step he took was like a piece of the puzzle being put into place.

he was hit by a memory loss potion while he was out on patrol.

patrol for the kingdom, where he served as a knight. however, after many vampire hunters had gone missing in this part of the forest..

he had been sent out here.

he opened his satchel that he'd thrown into the corner. affirming his thoughts, a dagger, identical to the one on the stand was in it.

next to it was a stake, and a torch with an ignition next to that.

he stood up, the final words given to him. but it didn't feel as good as he thought it would.

“kill the vampire.”

because the order was to hurt someone who'd grown so dear to him.

…

was it wrong for him to continue acting like nothing was wrong? maybe. but he couldn't help but still continue to be enamored by you, even if it was wrong.

the stereotypes, the horror stories he'd been fed of vampires. as he held you close to him in the comfort of your coffin, he didn't know what to do anymore.

as he guided you to the lake, he wasn't sure of what he would do. he had his satchel with him now, yet he still held your hand in his.

“are you leaving?” you asked, unknowing of the war taking place in his mind.

“no. i just, wanted to bring it along.”

“oh. okay.” you'd shrugged, unfazed by his words. he felt his heart bleed, bleed because you trusted him so much, but also tugged towards his sense of duty.

you'd sat together again, his body facing the same lake that had guided him to you. he felt your gaze on his face, he squeezed his palm into a fist.

“what's wrong?” you asked, your voice low, you held the long sleeves of your black outfit as your eyebrows scrunched in concern. “you've been acting weird.”

“i.. my memory. it came back.”

your eyes shot up, before a small smile came over your face. “really, that's great katsuki. so,

what were you doing out here?”

the words lingered in the air, his eye painstakingly moving to look at you. his mouth was held open for a second, seemingly speechless as he tried to tell you. he finally, just let it slip. “i was supposed to kill you, [name].”

you stilled, he continued to explain. “it all happened once i saw the dagger. it eyed me, and i eyed it. it seemed so familiar, your eyes did too. until it all came back.” he took a sharp breath and continued.

“men, vampire hunters of the kingdom specifically, went missing around these parts. i was sent here to find the vampire and kill them. but i was ambushed along the way by a witch who hit me with a spell.” his hand moved to his satchel, you stayed unmoving as you absorbed his words.

he held the stake and dagger in his hands respectively, the materials that would kill you if pierced glistening ominously in the moonlight. the same moonlight that encapsulated you two.

“i thought it over. a lot. thought about what i wanted, no. what i thought was right.” he gripped them tightly, holding them up.

you closed your eyes, as you heard the words, “goodbye.”

but death, the feeling of wood piercing your heart never came. the splash of the water was the only sound heart by you, who had tearfully looked to face him.

“what?” was all you could helplessly utter, as he kneeled to sit in front of you:

“..i don't want to kill you [name].” he moved to hold your hand, cold as ever, against the beating heart of his chest. “but i'd like to kiss you, honestly.”

you let out a shaky laugh, a tear falling down your face as you sighed in relief. “i think i'd like that too.”

as the last bubbles burst at the surface of the lake, he tilted your head forward, holding your chin in between his fingertips as he gently kissed you. only the grass between your bodies bore witness to the newly born relationship forged by trust ignited.

the full moon now faced you two. he held your hand tightly, encaging you with the broad of his body.

he saw the moon start to slip away and picked you up, taking you to the bedroom you'd gifted him and laying you by his side.

he'd turned practically nocturnal too from these past weeks, the desire to be by your side fueling him.

so as he laid with his eyes half lidded, looking at you in the dim candlelight of the room, he held you impossibly closer.

he wanted to spend an eternity with you. maybe he'd truly cast his old life aside and become a vampire alongside you.

that thought rocked him to sleep that night, your body like a puzzle piece next to his.

who knew all you'd have to do to kiss a vampire is cast your old life aside?

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