#vampire carlos

[ofeliaxoxo]

This stunning fanart has compelled me to write a little vampire Carlos snippet. Maybe once I finish my one million wips I will also finish this one

“He is not scary,” Charles is insisting, “he is tame. He was just getting hungry.”

There’s spit running down Carlos’s chin, tinged pink by whatever he’s been doing. Alex doesn’t want to know. His eyes are glassy, reflective, won’t focus right. Under the nails, too, thick lines of dirt, dark and ambiguous. Could be anything under there. He’s trying to look at Alex and smile, can’t seem to find him. His gaze keeps slipping back to the cat. Alex doesn’t like that. Charles has him by the wrist, fingers white and bloodless around the dainty bones there, gripping on like they don’t both know that Carlos could break that hold, if he thought of it. Charles is asking Alex to believe that he won’t think of it.

They’re in the entryway, still. Alex wishes they weren’t in his house, wishes Charles would deal with this himself.

Carlos is fine, during the day. He’s fine at the track. His trainer manages it all for him, obviously has some sort of schedule that works to bring Carlos down to almost human. Ferrari used to make him get rid of the teeth, but James decided that was unfair. Apart from that he practically is human.

Alex asked Charles about that, last summer. Yes, Charles had answered, eyes glowing, he cuts them. It is like the clippers I use for Leo. Alex was sure he wasn’t aware of it, the awe in his own voice, they always grow back very quickly.

Charles had never watched it happen because Carlos wouldn’t let him. He said Carlos was too sensitive, and Alex didn’t say what he was thinking, you should be more sensitive.

But now no one clips them. When he gets too into the games for the videos he bares them, runs his tongue over the points, a tic that never ever makes it into the final cut. Even then, it’s all ok. Carlos really isn’t scary.

The lamp isn’t enough, and Alex flicks on the big light. There are spots dried into Carlos’s collar, crunchy and dark.

“He doesn’t look super tame right now,” it’s hard to tell if Carlos can hear them. He jerks his arm half heartedly and Charles readjusts his grip.

“He is, he is very good. He just needs to calm down.”

“Does he have to do it here?”

Carlos swipes the back of his hand across his face, licks up the mess he finds there. Starts to chew on the tips of his fingers. Catches Alex’s eye for a sharp minute. Like looking at something big through the wire netting at the zoo. You’re not sure what it can really see.

“He is locked out of his house.”

“Bring him to yours,” even if Charles doesn’t mind it, Alex does.

“That is too far. Please. I take responsibility. He will behave.”

Carlos, right then, figures out a new trick. He brings the wrist Charles is holding up until he can fit his jaw around the meat of Charles’s forearm, bites down without ceremony. Alex gasps, can’t help himself, theatrical and stupid against their silence.

“Putain,” Charles mumbles, makes no move to stop it at all.

[aquamarinemoonlit]

he is a real vamplos truther, wants get turned into a vampire

[colmiillo]

Not another hardcore smut,give reader's kittycat a rest

[vampiresinthedaylight]

fake poster for It Gets Dark Too Early :-)

[mispelled]

Would you guys hate me if I told you I drew most of this before the poll was over

[thehauntedrocket]

Lily

Art by Suspiria Vilchez

[steblynkaagain]

Oh my god??? More vampire Carlos?? Our beautiful princess in bloodied shirt 🥺

[andthenshesaid-write]

Do Not Go Gentle

Rated M

TK and Carlos have been vampire hunting partners for four years, operating out of Station 126 in Austin. When Carlos gets bitten on an assignment and turns into a vampire himself, they both know he’ll never be allowed to live if the rest of the 126 finds out.

They go on the run, setting off across the country to find some old friends who might be able to help Carlos come to terms with his new reality. Along the way, Carlos struggles with what being a vampire means, and TK with how to help him, and with no one left to count on, the pull they’ve always felt towards each other only grows stronger.

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Chapter 8

[maudlin-st]

i’m losing my mind over this

(x)

[ofeliaxoxo]

Alex asked Charles about that, last summer. Yes, Charles had answered, eyes glowing, he cuts them. It is like the clippers I use for Leo. Alex was sure he wasn’t aware of it, the awe in his own voice, they always grow back very quickly. Charles had never watched it happen because Carlos wouldn’t let him. He said Carlos was too sensitive, and Alex didn’t say what he was thinking, you should be more sensitive. But now no one clips them.

and one day (if carlos ever decided on his own to clip his teeth again i guess) when carlos eventually lets charles watch him clip them-- or even lets charles do it for him-- and it feels incredibly intimate to both of them What Then (oh my god ive been going insane about your snippet it was wonderful idk how you do it every single time. i am now also overwhelmingly possessed by vampire carlos visions)

Yes you are a fucking genius I didn’t even think of that but that’s so sexy here it is. I’m definitely going to write a proper fic the only thing I care about now is vampire Carlos. Let’s all talk about vampire Carlos. My tame vampire….

Charles is straddling him on the couch. No heat, coming through their clothes. Just the cool shape of him, underneath. Charles likes it, loves to press himself against Carlos’s body during hot afternoons, feel it bring his own temperature down.

The clippers - and they are just like clippers - are heavier than they look. Dense, maybe. Probably they need to be, for the force of it, what they were made to do. He’s not nervous, looking up at Charles without speaking, the shine of his lovely eyes, trusting and deep.

Charles thinks he might be nervous himself. There’s something swirling inside him, a quickening.

“Open your mouth,” and Carlos smirks a little as he obeys. Charles is hard, knows he’s noticed.

Charles fits the metal around one pointed tooth as gently as possible. The whispering scrape of it, medical silver against enamel. Carlos can surely hear it from the inside, sound travelling through bone.

“Ok,” he has one hand on Carlos’s neck. Wants to hook his fingers onto the bottom row of the brilliant teeth, can’t because that’ll derail Carlos altogether. He’s so good, but he has his limits. Charles has to respect them, let Carlos remain in control of himself. “I’m going to do it now. Ready?”

“Ready,” Carlos tries to answer, garbled through his open mouth.

Charles gives him no warning. Realises he should have because when he cuts through Carlos’s whole body flinches, like a dog that’s heard a loud noise. A big shock running through his steady frame.

“Does it hurt?” He asks after Carlos’s mouth is his own again.

“Yes. There are a lot of nerves there. They should not be cut.”

“Sorry,” Charles murmurs, strokes a thumb along his eyebrow, feels himself leaking into his boxers as he lines the clippers up to do the other one.

Afterwards Carlos runs the tip of his tongue along the now even bottoms of them. Not jagged at all. Sometimes whoever used to do it would rush the job and Charles would see the rough edges, like fabric when you go at it with the wrong scissors.

Charles goes into the kitchen to wash the clippers, get all the spit off them with washing up liquid, wants to be alone for a minute so that Carlos won’t see when he leaves the bin alone, slips the two little ivory points back into his pocket after dragging one of them, sharp end first, along the soft length of his tongue.

[starberrysap]

so funny that conclave was carlos diehz’s first big picture and previously he was just in two vampire short films i hope his next role is someone in interview with the vampire season 3

[amirasainz]

I love the vampire one soooo much, can you do something similar where the f1 drivers are all vampires and are obsessed with poor reader and made her dependent on them ?

Enjoy reading and send some requests

-xoxo, Babygirl 💋

Blood runs thicker than Water

The dimly lit room hummed with tension, the air thick with the scent of iron, sweat, and the lingering effects of an intense race. The drivers sat around a long oak table, their eyes all fixed on Yn. She was seated at the center, her presence an ethereal calm amid their predatory gazes.

Yn wasn’t sure when or how it happened, but these men—her drivers—had her utterly captivated. Each of them had found a way into her life, gently manipulating her into their world until she no longer had the will or even desire to escape. There was something exhilarating, something blissfully overwhelming, about their hunger for her. She felt warmth settle in her chest as she sat there, knowing what was about to happen and feeling nothing but happiness.

Carlos was the first to rise from his seat. His eyes gleamed in the soft light, his dark gaze locked onto her with a mix of affection and need. Charles followed closely behind, his movements graceful, yet filled with a barely contained hunger.

Carlos reached her first, standing in front of her, cupping her cheek with a hand that was surprisingly gentle. "Mi amor," he murmured, his voice smooth like velvet. "You know what we need, don't you?"

Yn nodded, her pulse quickening—not from fear, but from the anticipation that sent shivers down her spine. She tilted her head slightly, exposing her neck for them.

Charles appeared behind her, his breath ghosting over her other ear. His cool fingers gently trailed down her neck, causing goosebumps to form on her skin. “Tu es très belle, Yn,” Charles whispered, his voice laced with an almost tender reverence. "You always make it so easy."

Carlos bent down first, pressing a soft kiss to her throat before his fangs pierced her skin. The sharp sting of pain quickly dissolved into a dull, warm sensation as the euphoric fog washed over her. She felt her blood being pulled from her veins, her head growing light, but there was no fear. Only bliss.

Charles leaned in next, his hand gripping her shoulder as he followed Carlos’s lead, sinking his fangs into the other side of her neck. His bite was more intense, more desperate. Yn let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as the room seemed to spin around her. The world outside them didn’t matter—it never did when they were like this.

Carlos, ever the one in control, could sense Charles’s hunger growing too quickly. He reached up, threading his fingers through Charles’s tousled hair and gave it a soft tug. Charles groaned, his teeth retracting as he reluctantly pulled away, licking the last traces of her blood from his lips.

“Basta,” Carlos murmured, his voice low but firm. "Don’t take too much."

Charles huffed in frustration, but he obeyed. He always did when it came to Carlos. He moved to sit again, his eyes still dark with want but restrained. Carlos kissed Yn’s forehead softly before stepping aside.

Next came Max, his blue eyes almost glowing in the dim light. There was always something primal about the way Max approached her. He crouched in front of her, placing a hand behind her neck, guiding her forward just slightly as he leaned in to drink. His bite was harder, less restrained, but still careful enough to not hurt her. Yn gasped softly, her fingers curling into the armrests of her chair.

Max’s free hand came up to stroke her hair, surprisingly gentle for someone who always seemed so rough. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough, like gravel. He didn’t linger long, but each pull of her blood felt like fire coursing through her veins. When Max finally pulled back, his tongue flicking out to catch the stray droplets, he gave her a smirk. "Perfect, as always."

Yn's vision was swimming now, her body heavy, but she never felt safer. Never more cherished.

Lewis was next, his approach slow and deliberate. His dark brown eyes were filled with a deep affection, one that went beyond just hunger. He crouched beside her, lifting her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles. “You’re doing so well, love,” he murmured, his voice a soft hum that sent warmth through her chest.

When he leaned in to bite, it was the most tender of all. His lips brushed over her skin, almost like a lover’s kiss, before his fangs broke the surface. The sensation was almost comforting, like falling into a deep, warm sleep. Lewis drank slowly, lovingly, as if savoring every drop. His thumb gently stroked her jaw, and when he finally pulled away, he kissed the wound tenderly, as if to soothe it.

“You’re safe with us,” Lewis whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

George and Alex approached together next. They always liked to take their time, making sure she wasn’t overwhelmed by the others. George took her right side, his long fingers brushing over the still-fresh bite marks. He smiled down at her, his gaze filled with warmth. “You’re a miracle, you know that?”

Alex settled beside George, his hand resting on Yn’s thigh as he leaned in. “We’ll be gentle,” he promised, though his voice carried an edge of excitement.

They both bit into her neck simultaneously, their movements synchronized like they were on the track together. It wasn’t as intense as the others, but there was something soothing about their presence, like they were taking care of her even as they fed.

Yn’s breath came in slow, shallow gasps. Her head felt light, like she was floating, her heart beating in a soft, steady rhythm as they drank their fill.

Oscar was the only one who preferred her wrists. He knelt at her feet, lifting her hand to his lips. His gaze flicked up to hers, checking for any sign of discomfort, though he never found it. Y/n smiled softly, giving him the silent permission he always seemed to seek.

Oscar bit into her wrist, his lips wrapped around the small wound as he drank. His movements were slow, methodical, almost as if he was savoring the moment. He never took much, always careful, always precise. When he finished, he pressed a kiss to her wrist, his fingers lingering for a moment before he stepped back.

Finally, it was Lando’s turn. He had been watching eagerly the entire time, his eyes dark with desire. He was always the most eager, the one who sometimes struggled to control himself. But the others trusted him with her, and Yn trusted him too.

Lando rushed forward, kneeling beside her. His hands were trembling slightly as he lifted her chin, his breath coming out in quick bursts. “I—I can’t wait any longer,” he admitted, his voice a little shaky.

His bite was deep, too deep. Yn gasped, but not out of pain. Lando’s feeding was intense, overwhelming, and she could feel herself fading into the background of her own mind as he drank greedily from her neck. It was only when Carlos and Lewis stepped forward that Lando stopped. Carlos placed a hand on his shoulder while Lewis gently pried him away.

"Lando, slow down," Lewis instructed softly, but with a firm edge.

Lando blinked, as if snapping out of a trance, and nodded. He pressed a quick kiss to Yn’s cheek, a sheepish grin spreading on his lips. “Sorry,” he muttered, still licking his lips. "Got carried away."

Finally, Lewis knelt beside her once more, biting into his wrist and pressing the wound to her lips. “Drink, love", he said softly. "You need to heal."

Yn obediently drank, feeling the warmth of his blood rushing through her, the dizziness fading and ger strength slowly returning. Lewis held her close as she did, whispering soft reassurances into her ear.

When it was over, she leaned back into the chair, exhausted but utterly content. The drivers gathered around her, each one of them watching her with eyes filled with love, hunger and something more.

"You're perfect" Charles whispered, brushing a lock of hair from her face.

"Always perfect" Carlos agreed, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, before returning his arm around Charles again.

And Yn, lost on the haze of their affection and need, couldn't help but smile. In their arms, she was home.

[hellishunicorn]

was anyone planning on telling me that the only things Carlos Diehz has done before Conclave are two short films where he plays a vampire or was I just supposed to find that out while looking through his imdb page myself?

[thelawrenceboy]

lawrenitez vampire to the sound of ghost? lawrenitez vampire to the sound of ghost!!

I posted this on tiktok but it was obviously muted, so I'm posting it here too!!

[madscientistshowdown]

The Top 3 Will move onto the main bracket

PROPAGANDA

Dr Fredrick Frankenstein:

Dr Frederick Frankenstein (pronounced FRONKensteen) is a respected neurologist who tries to distance himself from the lurid legacy of his grandfather Victor, getting angry when his students ask him about reanimation. However when he inherits the family castle he discovers Victor Frankenstein's journal and secret lab, and realises it could work. He makes a new creature, accidentally using an abnormal brain ("It was from someone called Abby Normal"), but unlike certain other Frankensteins he actually tries to help the creature. Eventually he gives up some of his own mind to the creature, giving him the ability to speak and convince the local villagers to accept him and Dr Frankenstein.

Natasha:

AKA "Professor Um" they are the lead scientist for the "evil" organization Zvezda and the creator of the robot girl Roboko. Her parents were kidnapped by faeries, which is never explained, and possibly the most random backstory for a mad scientist ever

Dr Carlos Dave Robles:

Perfect hair. Gay. We love to see it

Jacqueline "Jack" Wolcott:

The amazing Jack Wolcott is a mad scientist lesbian who has resurrected her girlfriend. Multiple times. She wears bowties and cravats. She killed and then resurrected her twin sister this one time. You don't even get how much I love her.

Victor Vale:

Causes the death of 2 friends as well as himself in search of creating Super Powers as part of his college thesis.

Jyugon Mizushima:

High School Teacher that is actually a completely bat shit mad scientist who vivisects and restitches together students in his secret lab in the school basement. Also dresses up in a kubuki outfit for some reason. He later finds out Vampire blood can resurrect any living tissue, and after his daughter accidentally falls off the roof and dies, he turns her into the movie's titular "Frankenstein Girl".

Indumati Parlour:

not technically a Dr because fantasy series, but is a necromancy professor/researcher who plays hella fast and loose on things like "laws" and "professional ethics" including taking some first years to go raise their mentor/professor from the dead.

Lanfear:

(spoilers) She drilled a hole in reality in an attempt to find a new power source, accidentally released a great and terrible evil. Eventually swore herself to this evil.

[steblynka-draws]

Watched It Gets Dark Too Early recently, 10/10 would recommend

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