#vampire golden guard

[hoolay-boobs]

My favourite canon bisexual characters (in no particular order) <3

Bisexuality looks different on everyone. Some in sapphic relationships, some in achillean relationships, some in duaric relationships, and some all bi themselves :) I’m so happy to have so many bisexual role models in my teenage hood and young adulthood that I didn’t have during my childhood <3

Note: IK that Princess Bubblegum and Gary Gumball are not canon bisexual, but they are both canon queer, free to be headcannoned as either bi or gay/lesbian. Everyone else here are canonically specifically bi tho :3

[jess-the-vampire]

Finally finished the wrapped requests

Catharsis

Birds of a Feather

Friends in Low Places

Grim Grinning Ghosts

October Sky

[hirodraga]

golden boy

[owlish-owlhouse]

Hi, if your taking requests could you do one with the golden guard but he’s a vampire x reader? Thanks!

He already has the eyes going for him >:3c

Tagging @the-enchanted-archivist because more vampires 🦇

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Hunter was meant to be another GrimWalker in a long line of them but Beloses potion to make him went slightly off plan during an accidental ingredient mix up. So instead of the GrimWalker he was expecting, he got a tiny vampire fledgling who looked exactly like his little brother. Not one to waste an opportunity or consider any work of his to be a failure he decides to keep the experiment curious on how this'll turn out.

When you two meet Hunter is known by everyone as the stoic Golden guard. He goes on night missions for the Emperor and always wears a golden mask and lots of clothing during the day. No one knows what he looks like except for a very small social circle and he is very mysterious to the public despite being known by all as a high ranking Emperor's Coven member. You are from one of the coven heads extended family and an important guest of Emperor Belos. A magical prodigy who will someday become apart of the coven with your skills. You've been invited to live in the castle to personally learn from all the coven heads and prove your worth to join the coven. Hunter although uninterested is tasked by the Emperor with watching and protecting you while you stay at the castle. He of course obeys.

He can't do magic like everyone else on the Boiling Isles can but he does have other abilities that the Emperor finds useful. Quick regenitive healing, advanced strength, quick reflexes, above average endurance, super speed, and the ability to teleport. ( He also has a much less used ability where he can go feral becoming a killing machine Belos has yet to use this despite seeing it happen once) Hunter despite not having traditional magic is also a master at using the staff Belos gave him and is constantly working on ways to improve his skills to keep up with everyone else. He's an intelligent and strong well mannered soldier who always follows his uncles orders.

Golden Guard when you arrive at the castle is kind to you but isn't very talkative and can come off as awkward or cocky when he does indulge in the occasional conversation. He's also very timely and tends to rush you to be super early not wanting to get in trouble. It's annoying but you try and roll with it as he's been here longer and Belos asked him to do this. However, he hovers which annoys you as your not a child. He's also very strict about the Emperor's Rules always enforcing them even if they aren't necessary in the given situation. He takes his appointed position as your guard very seriously and you find yourself feeling a bit suffocated by him. The covenheads assure you he's harmless and just gets a little intense during his assignments which you happen to be at the moment. You take this with a grain of salt and mention to him how it's bothering you. He seems surprised and backs off a bit but reminds you it's his job to protect you and he gets the final say. That being said as time goes on he learns how to calm down and becomes more chill as he gets relaxed around you.

During meals he sits with you and the other covenheads to eat. But oddly enough you've never actually seen him eat anything. Simply drink something from a fancy looking goblet. You asked him about it but he pushed it off explaining he preferred to eat alone. You've offered him snacks and food before when he seemed hungry but he always politely rejected. He also never seemed to sleep which was curious because he got up early and stayed up super late but he never seemed tired. You found these things a bit weird but he was weird so you didn't think of them much, simply pushing them off as his habits.

So you stayed in a strange space where you weren't friends but you weren't enimies either. You'd talk but the conversations were often short lived and whenever you tried to get to know him better he seemed closed off. You got used to his eccentricities and decided to take it at his pace. Allies you think.

One day you find him outside while exploring the castle grounds and notice his mask is off. It took you a minute to even realize he was the Golden Guard because of the missing mask. He looks at you with red eyes and stare not knowing his eye color before. You smile and wave, he goes to wave back but pauses before shrinking away. Watching the light slowly get closer to him you remember how he never ate with you instead drinking something out of that goblet of his, and he was adamant on always layering when there was sun, as well as never seeming to sleep. It all begins to click and you look around for something to help. Running into the castle finding a very thick cloak you run back outside. Throwing it over him and making sure he's covered you usher him into the safety of the castle.

Now that you know his little secret you two have gotten much closer. He even tells you his real name! Hunter feels he owes you an explanation after you saved his life and realizes your a true friend and not some brat like he originally thought. Belos warned Hunter never to tell anyone of his demon/vampire origins in fear he would be judged and shamed for not being a witch but you admit you could care less and think it's pretty cool actually. You tap his ears noticing how their pointier than yours and compare your fangs. You ask about magic as you'd heard vampires were really strong in multiple fields but he just shakes his head no. Well he may not have magic like you but he has unique skills that are just as cool. He blushes when you tell him that.

You help him with his condition and do your best to be accommodating now that you know. Since he's your guard and needs to follow you around the castle you make sure not to go into the long hallways with sun shining though the windows. He assures you he's fine as long as he's in uniform but you insist and chose to go through the more shadowy corridors he's used to taking. In return for this kindness and keeping his condition in mind he shows you cool short cuts around the castle and secret places only him and the Emperor know about. You have fun running through hidden corridors and secret passageways as you rush to make it to meetings or magic classes with the head coven members. These places become you and Hunters secret and you often leave messages for each other if your not able to meet for whatever reason. Seeming them in passing when your seperated keeps you both in a good mood. He keeps all your notes in a little box liking to look back at them when your with the coven heads or he has a mission.

You become close rather quickly, being around each other all the time and saving him speeding up the otherwise long and strenuous process of gaining this kids trust. You bond over his interest in wild magic and spend nights reading books about the old ways of magic and demons from before Belos. Creating book forts that you fill with light spells (the only light that doesn't burn him) you both spend the entire night researching and laughing. He's never had a friend or someone who's shared his interests before so he really loves your company if he's awkward and will never admit that.

Through these secret study sessions outside of school/coven work you learn all about what it was like before Beloses rule and interesting facts and lore about Hunters species. Vampires are super rare so books that are factual are hard to find but you both enjoy the challenge and are happy whenever you can get a book fort night in as your schedules are busy. You've tested out some of the things you've found in various books and found Hunter has abilities he didn't even know about.

Some nights when your both in a more mischevious mood after you run out of books to study, and aren't tired wanting to continue your research, you use the secret passageways to sneak into the Emperor library and the castles kitchen. You'll grab snacks and more books often staying up all night to find what you want. Your always left tired in the morning but you've never had more fun.

Hunter has often had to carry you back to your room when you inevitably fall asleep in his. The book forts working best in his room. He tucks your hair behind your ear and smiles watching you sleep, your heart beating peacefully as you lightly breathe. As a vampire he only needs a few hours rather than a third of a day to sleep and he doesn't get dreams unlike witches. He often wonders what you dream of. He thinks maybe he would dream of you but he pushes these thoughts away. Putting a blanket over you before leaving you to rest, neither of you ever mention it in the morning. He doubts you remember anyways.

When your too tired to read or are all researched out for the week he'll sit and play music instead. Something to just relax after a stressful week. You'll hang out in his room or yours talking and taking a break from your stressful life's. Hunter loves his guitar and although it has a few scratches and knicks it's one of his most valuable possessions. He knows how to play most songs being musically gifted and loves when you sing for him. You've had your fair share of karaoke nights that end with the both of you in a fit of giggles as Hunter always whistles when he sings. You enjoy these rare moments with him and you always have a great time just being regular kids for a couple hours.

Whenever your sad now he'll pull you into a hug and hum your favorite song to cheer you up.

Months later and your magic is progressing far past where either of you thought it would. Hunter is proud of you and you can't believe that being a covenhead may be in your future someday. Belos decides to throw a party for the coven heads and all the high political families in his social circle, the focus being you and your achievements. Hunter wonders if he should ask you to be his partner to the dance but figures he'll see you there regardless since it's for you. As everyone is dancing and having fun Hunter enjoying the night off he tries to gain the courage to ask you to dance. Before he can rebels invade the castle. Hunter tries to grab you and take you to safety but you stand to fight with the covenheads and other party guests becoming a target.

Hunter gets really hurt protecting you as he uses his body as a shield when someone aims for your back. Your able to drag him away so no one sees him use his vampiric powers but panic as he doesn't heal. He has regenerative abilities but you realizes he needs blood. NOW. You offer yours but he shakes his head no as he gasps in pain trying to close his wounds on his own. He's only ever drank from a real person a few times before but it always goes wrong and he doesn't want to hurt you. You offer again seeing how much pain he's in and he once again refuses even as he feels himself growing rabid. Not wanting to loose your friend you bite into your arm making it bleed before carefully giving him some.

Your relationship shifts after that. After he has your blood and spends the next few days recovering and healing, Hunter realizes these feelings he has for you, the need to protect you, may be much more than platonic. He's never had romantic feelings before and he's unsure how to handle them.

Hunter thinks about avoiding you but he makes a quick recovery and is soon back to his job as your guard. He was even stopped and congratulated by Belos for doing such a good job protecting you so Hunter knew he couldn't give up the position or quit. So he needs to face his feelings.

Suddenly everything that once felt normal was different. Every time you laughed with him or smiled at him his undead heart fluttered. Every time your heart rate quickened he had to hold himself back from biting and marking you as his. Every time you snuggled close in one of your pillow forts he had the urge to gently kiss you. His feelings became confusing and his wants unknown. He knows he likes you but does he want to change the current relationship you have? What if you didn't like him back? Was courting you even appropriate with his job as your protector?

One day he just blurts it out without meaning too. You pause and he's ramrod stiff as he stares at you with wide eyes. He's blushing but so are you so that's a good sign right??? You run at him and holding up his arms expecting you to attack you wrap him in a hug. He surprised but doesn't mind as your lips crash into his. Your fangs brush against each other as your lips touch and Hunters in pure bliss for a minute.

You have to keep dating on the down low but it's hard not to tell everyone how much you love your new boyfriend. You hold hands when no one's around, sneak kisses in the passageways, and when you fall asleep in his room Hunter no longer moves you instead snuggling close and resting in his own way. He's a bit awkward with affection but he follows your lead and finds he likes the gentle touches and kind words. He's weak for your touch and is absolutely enthralled by you.

He often gets you gifts and trinkets wanting you to know how much he values you. He gets you flowers from the castle gardens, expensive clothes from the market, antique books, and other things that remind him of you while on missions. He'd give you the entire world if he could and spends any snails he can save on you because he needs you to know how much he loves you. You tell him you love him for him and not the gifts but he continues to spoil you regardless. Whenever he gets a gift from you, no matter how small he's in love and treasures it. He has a space in his room dedicated to the things you give him. They're next to the messages he saved.

He's surprisingly touchy behind closed doors. He seemed averse to touch but no in private he loves touching you. He loves holding you in his arms and adores when you wear his cape (it reminds him of couples wearing each other's jackets). Kisses always make his ears stand up and cheeks go red despite not having blood to redden them. He likes tracing your hands in those quiet moment your alone together or just holding them. He often reaches for your free hand snatching it when it's not being used. You've learned to do a lot of things one handed because of how often your hand is in his. You don't mind at all enjoying the contact even if Hunters funny sometimes. Your favorite thing to do is kiss his scars or trace his face/mess with his hair telling him how much you care about him as you give him these soft touches. You never stop amazing him and he never stops dazzling you.

Dates are complicated. You can't exactly go out during normal hours as he's a vampire and sneaking out of the castle at night is in itself an impossible task. You also have to keep your relationship a secret so you can't do anything romantic in the castle incase someone catches you. So you continue your little room dates sneaking into each other's rooms by using the secret passageways. Research and snacks or music and dancing in either of your rooms being the best you can do.

Hunters hesitant to feed from you as he has a large storage of blood and has long gotten used to cold blood rather than warm blood but the act is so intimate. You insist when he hasn't had time to drink and it's hard to resist when he's hungry. He's always so gentle and doting as he does it, never taking more than he needs. Hunter likes to playfully brush his fangs against you skin watching you shiver. He sucks and marks flesh in places no one will see before he eventually bites down after asking you one final time if it's okay.

He has no idea how you could love a monster like him and often has doubts but you always silence his worries. Gentle kisses and hugs making the bad voices fade away. He has no idea how he got so lucky but as he brushes hair out of your face and snuggles closer your arms wrapped around him as his cape drapes over the two of you he decides not to question a good thing.

[frauleinfunf]

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Again the idea is from the Alternative version of @jess-the-vampire ‘s AU, but which version do you guys like better?

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chromatic aberration // creator and creation - working on some concept sheets in between work........ :] here's some ocs of mine that are my current fixation and also part of a story i'm writing (alt below the cut)

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new stickers for sale!! second one is transparent so you can see the strings :)

[autisticvampireclub]

First image: family night out :}

Second image: he hold the boy. (Also would Darius have weird blood bcuz of his abomination traits? Like goopy? Purple??)

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[ja3hwa]

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Day 31 : Trick Or Teat

【Synopsis】 : The dead of night, creatures hide. In the light of a fire, those same creatures can become more.

『Word count』 :  7.01k

-> Genre: Supernatural. Smut. Angst. Fluff.

Paring: Yungi x Reader | Seonghwa x Reader [Eventual ot8 x Reader] 

[Warnings] : Self hatred. Abusive family. toxic family. Cult-like religon. Myths and supernatural concepts. The reader is giving off Genderfluid in some parts [not me projecting whoops]. hints of sexual abuse. Blood. Gore. Dark themes. Blood drinking. Kissing. Swearing. All the boys have a corruption kink cause why not. Fingering. Seonghw has a bit of a superiority complex. Details of torture and killing people. Unprotected sex. Yunho and Mingi are little shits. Eheh

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Surprise!! This is the very first chapter and introduction to my new mini series I'll be writing. I know a lot of you have been wanting Vampire Ateez ot8x reader for a while, and I've been trying to find a good story, and i finally got one, hehe. Also, I wanted to make this fic extra long as well to say thank you for 4k followers. I still want to do an event, but I'm taking a little break first, so I hope this is okay for now.

I LOVE YOU ALL ♡♡♡

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The Destiny Castle was filled with darkness and death. Guard dogs, the size of cows and strange beastly noises echoing in the forest surrounding. And warnings to anyone that enters the ground will never be seen again. Well, that's what the priest of your village says over time and time again. Blabbering about how god left the family that lived in the castle many centuries ago when they invited night-crawling creatures inside. Ones that drink blood and care little for the human race.

Vampires.

You sighed under your breath for the fifth or sixth time this evening as the sermon read on the large dusted book in front of him. Your hands were beginning to ache from having them clasped together for so long. Why were you even praying? It's not like you believe any of this bullshit. Yes, granted, some of it might sound true, and you had doubts on multiple occasions whether this man in the sky was, in fact, real or not. But did you really want to stick around and find out? When you die and you go to hell, so be it. You weren't scared of where you ended up. You were more scared of wasting your life away. Not finding the adventure you so desperately craved. But your picture-perfect parents with their picture-perfect kids shall have no such dreams. No such idea of living other than to tend to the market stall and be married to yet another picture-perfect family.

You felt your mother's god-awful stare as she clearly heard you sigh yet again. You hated her the most. Always finding new and improved ways to punish you for "your sins." Like rolling your eyes or talking back to a man. Or worse, not showing any signs of being a good future housewife so when she's finally ready to sell you off—oh I'm sorry, give you away—to some rich Christian suitor to be your husband. You could be the perfect version of yourself for her.

Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

You hated that fucking word. A loud bell chime caught your attention, signalling that Sept was finished with his blabberings for the evening. So you stood up straight, your annoyingly over-layered dress before turning on your heels to leave.

"Oh wait, Dove. Come here, please." Your mother's overfaked and sugary sweet tone rattled in your ears. The use of the nickname Dove also annoyed you. Dove, meaning white pure bird that is trapped in a golden cage. Everyone had called you that since you were born, most people in the village not even knowing your real name, only know this nickname.

Why, you may ask?

Simple, your mother hated your name. You were named after your father's mother, who she hated. But it was tradition to name your firstborn after the father's mother, so here you were. Not only were you a disappointment to your mother, but you also bore a name that resembles hatred. Lucky you.

"This is Lucas Wheeler. He's Mary and Robert's Eldest son." Your mother's voice buttered up the introduction, leaning in with an absolutely disturbingly fake smile that everyone seemed to fall for. You turned your lip slightly, making a poor attempt to smile, which your mother did not approve of. "Luca, darling, this is my daughter."

His grin was wide and overexaggerated. His tunic was buttoned all the way up to his Adams apple, looking as if it was constricting his airflow. And his hair was perfectly brushed back. He was the definition of a good pure religious boy. A book nerd. You couldn't hide your disgust as he licked his lips, eyeing you like some piece of flesh. You knew what he was hiding. That filthy lust that men seemed to only be forgiven for. He has probably dreamed about shoving his cock in every woman that passes him and he was definitely only thinking about his needs while staring at you. Not marriage, not husband duty. No, the sole idea of finally getting his little dick wet was driving him crazy. And it made you want to chuck your guts up all over his clean shoes.

"You seem to have such a um, polite daughter here, Christine. She seems shy?" Lucas's mother, Mary spoke up trying to take a look at you but you kept your face pointed to the ground. You didn’t want to be there and you weren't about to fake a smile for a family you did not need to know. you wanted nothing more than to slip away and become invisible like you always did in these types of situations. But turning twenty has now made you in the public eye. Twenty and without a husband was rare. Normally women in your village were betrothed at sixteen and married at eighteen. But you have managed to wheezle your way out of it from your parents being too worried about your younger sisters. But you’ll be twenty-one soon and your mother, Christine was becoming impatient.

“She is a shy one. Sweet too. Micheal and I have been trying to find the perfect man for her, but her shyness seems to not be a lucky charm.” Your mother battered, throwing a sweet chuckle making Lucas’s parents laugh.

“Well, how about you both come over? Bring all your kids, for dinner. I’m sure my Luca would love to get to know her.” Mary pinched Lucas’s cheek making him push away slightly.

“Yes. I’d love to know more about your daughter. I’m sure we will be able to entertain one another while you get dinner ready.” his dark words made your stomach turn and flip. Now you were definitely going to be sick.

“It’s settled then. We will see you at sundown.” Your mother bid goodbye tugging you away by your arm out of the church, not letting you go for a second. Knowing you’d just run off the first chance you got.

-

Night came quicker than you would have liked and no matter how hard to tried to slip away your mother made sure that one of your sisters was always with you, ready to shout if you tried to bail. What was this some type of house imprisonment? You didn’t want to go, that was more than clear. But your mother couldn’t care less and your father well it was ‘whatever mother says goes’. so you were alone in the more honest terms. Your brothers were too young to know any different, your sister who is only two years younger than you was a cutout of your mother. And your little sister was daddy's little girl. She didn’t care about anything but her daddy.

What a perfect family you seem to have. Everyone fitted in somewhere but you. You were the experiment. The first batch of cookies to come out of the oven that no one touches cause they were too burned or not fully cooked.

“Come on we are going to be late.” Your mother's voice rang through the house, your sister's eyes not leaving you. She had muttered something before heading for the door. You had told her you just needed to put on some garments before meeting her downstairs. She was hesitant for a moment thinking this was a plan to escape but you had said that there was no time now and what would be the point. Sensing your defeat she left you alone. Finally.

You pull on some pants under your dress, hating having to wear such feminine clothing. It wasn’t that you were against wearing dresses or lace or even frills. It was more that sometimes you wanted pants. Was that so bad? You sighed putting all the clothes your sister had pulled out for you to try on, on the end of your bed. That was later you’s problem. You noticed your book laying on your pillow making you swear under your breath. Tucking it back under the sheets you wonder if your sister saw it. You hopped not, if she saw what you wrote or worse what you drew, she’d be telling the church to burn you at the stake.

You ran down the stairs quickly, not wanting to waste any more time, hoping that if you go over and get this night over with you can come back home and hide away in your room, wishing you were anywhere other than with this family.

-

This night seemed okay as far as talking about our lord and saviour over supper was. Mary was busy finishing up the final dish, letting Lucas and your parents laugh over a blessed bottle of wine. They had sent you and Lucas away to, get to know one another and Lucas had to perfect idea to show you his barn. A place where ‘he could be himself’. God, everything he says annoys you. Climbing the old rusty ladder, you stand in an empty hay loft. Your gut felt strange, like your body was warning you of something but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Until you felt a hand grip your shoulder softly but tight enough to make you freeze.

His breath was so close, pooling on your neck. fingers were ghosting along your corset strings making tears build in your eyes. Even though he was a little boy in your mind. He was much bigger than you and he could easily take advantage of you if you didn’t play your cards right. So you had to act. “And what might we get up to here hmm…”

His chuckle sickened you. “Well, we have some time before mother calls. So I thought we get to know each other. Just like our families wanted.” he pulled away, making a grunting sound behind you. You turned slowly to see he was sitting on a blanket that had been laid out on some hay. Was this disgusting excuse of a man really thinking he could charm you into sleeping with him? God, his ego was bigger than you thought. You giggled, waltzing around the small room pretending to think but in truth, you were looking for an exit. You could go down the ladder but he’d probably grab you before getting that low. Maybe over the side onto the beams. He won't be able to get to you then. But then you’d be trapped until you eventually have to climb back over. And you know he’s the type to wait you out.

A window. Probably leads onto the roof. Not practical but if you recall you did see a bunch of hay bails just outside so if you jump you’d be able to land on them. And a broken ankle or wrist was better than….”Where is your mind wondering, baby? Do I scare you?”

Your head snaps back to him, giving him a small smile. “Oh, no…no…” You step closer, looking him deep in his eyes. “you don’t scare me…baby…” You stood right above his laying figure, his legs spread, enough for you to place a foot in between them. A grim smirk painted his unpleasant features. he went to sit up and you used this as your now or never, kicking him right in the balls without another thought. His groan was loud, knowing if it weren't for how far you were from the house. Everyone would have heard.

“You little bitch!” You ran for the window, crawling out as quickly as you could. The top of your dress got caught on a nail ripping the fabric. But you didn’t waste any time to cry about broken material, looking for the hay bails. It wasn’t as high of a jump as you thought, sliding down the straw, making some of it get caught in your dress. You could hear Lucas groaning in the distance as you started to run. Run fast and run far.

You needed to go home. Quickest route is through the forestry back towards the centre of the village before turning off from the church. Jump Mr Smith's fence and climb the vines into your room. Simple enough. But it's dark, a little too dark and all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears and rabid footsteps in the distance. The forest was thick. Trees tightly snug together. You almost tripped several times over branches and roots. Your heart was racing now, panting as your mind was becoming hazy. Need to get home. Need to get home.

“Ohhhh Little Dove, where are you.” Lucas’s deep sinister voice echoed through the dark forest. He was too close, you needed to stop. Hide. Maybe he’d go past you or head back. “Come out, baby. We were just having some fun.”

Quiet. Be silent. don’t move. Not a mucsle.

He called your name this time your real one making you gulp. His voice was maybe two or three trees away from where you stood. A twig snaps and you feel tears in the corners of your eyes. He was so close it was like you could still feel his breath. “Come on princess...” His hand wrapped the tree you were standing against and everything stopped. You closed your eyes thinking for a moment, trying to play thousands of scenarios of how you could get away. But nothing would work. He caught you. He danced the bend, slipping right into your view. Before you could run his hand gripped your throat making you freeze. “Don’t worry baby. I don’t bite.”

His words were short... sinister, like he had achieved his ultimate goal of capturing his prey. Your eyes widened going to spit back a comment but your words caught in your throat as you saw a figure suddenly appear behind Lucas. Tall, dark. Red eyes glowing through the night. Everything happened so quickly, the beast grasped Lucas the same way he had you, pulling him back with fright. “But I do…”

The creature's fangs pierced the disgusting man's neck making him scream out a noise that would make your blood curdle. His grip dropped from you, trying to scratch and fight off the larger figure. You took this moment to run, not even caring if the creature was going to kill him or not. All you knew was you needed to run. But you couldn’t run home anymore. There’s blood on your hands literally, Lucas’s blood splattered on you. If this wasn’t a perfect situation the priest was looking for to burn you at the stake you don’t know what is. “Hey, this way.”

You physically jump hearing a high-pitched voice cooe at you through the wind. It was a hooded figure, and normally you would of not gone with a stranger but in this case it seemed fair. You followed the person who seemed to be always a few steps ahead of you at all times no matter how hard you tried to catch up. It was only then, when you stopped focusing on the person to look around you noticed they were leading you to the castle grounds. Where myth reads vampires inhabit. That must have been what got Lucas.

A blood sucking vampire.

You stopped in your tracks not knowing to go back or forward. It’s not like vampires scared you per se. It was just. You were human and they are beasts. They would certainly eat you before you could plead your case. But one of them saved you right? That’s what it was doing? Not just finding two humans and deciding to have a late-night snack right….

“Hey over here.” The figure called for you again but when you looked up everything suddenly went black.

-

Your head was ringing. Heartbeat thumping slowly in your ears. Black splotches clouded your vision as you tried to look around. You were in a room. A Billiard room, to be exact. You have never seen a room of such a size. The bottom of your house most definitely fitting in this room alone. The leather under your fingers felt expensive, seeing the brown with bubbled texture. It was lavish, elegant—

"Beautiful, isn't it." A smooth voice swayed your attention, having caught you admiring the fine fabrics of the furniture. Your eyes locked with deep crimson ones. He was like nothing you've ever seen before. He was stunning, tall, and broad. You had to gulp at the sheer beauty of the man. But you knew he wasn't just a man. From his eyes, you knew he was a beast, a night crawler.

"Are you going to respond? Or are you more of a staring type?" Another voice scared you slightly. Looking to your left, you see another man, but he was sitting on the couch next to you. His black undercut fitted his features perfectly. He kind of sounded like the hooded figure that was helping you get away before...

"Definitely the quiet, staring type." A cheeky tone to your right. He was leaning on the pool table, his Cheshire cat grin painting his features smugly.

So there's three of them that live here?

"Now now, Woo, San. She's probably just scared." A shorter but beefier male suddenly stood next to the first one that spoke. He wasn't even looking at you, mostly paying attention to the two he called Woo and San. You were now sitting straight up, moving your gaze from each of them. As they were all in their own worlds arguing about why you might not be talking.

"You're bleeding, Tiny?" A voice growled behind you, startling you. You turned to see two very big men standing behind the couch. "When did you cut yourself?" He dragged his two fingers through your wound, making you hiss, pulling away from him.

He put one of his fingers in his mouth, closing his eyes as if he were savouring the taste. Once he was done, he placed his other bloody finger in the male next to him, mouth. The other man groaned his eyes, glowing a harsher red as he stared you down. "You taste delicious, Sugar."

You went to stand, trying to get away from them, but your legs gave out, making you fall forward in front of the high-pitched boy who still sat on the other couch. "Be careful, Dollface. Don’t want ya gettin hurt."

"Okay, let's give her some space. Wooyoung, take San down to the kitchens and see if dinner is ready yet. Mingi and Yunho can go set the table." The one that stood at the door, the first man directed all the men with ease. They will followed without another word, heading for the door. "And for the love of Lillith, Jongho, can you please find your lover and Hongjoong. I think they were still cleaning up from..." He looked at you briefly. "Dealing with that disgusting human."

You knew he was talking about Lucas, and that meant this Lover boy or Hongjoong had been the one you saw ripping through Lucas's neck. They all left soon after, leaving you alone with the dominant man. You managed to sit back on the couch, but you wanted, needed to stand. So you tried your luck again, and your knees buckled, making you slip forward, but instead of making an impact with the ground, two large arms were wrapped around your waist. Your hands gripped the creature's biceps, feeling his muscles taught and tense. "You do need to be careful, Darling."

Unlike Lucas's or any man, you've ever met really. These creatures don't seem to set off any of your alarms. You didn’t know if that was a bad thing or not, but you chose to brush it off, ‘cause in the end, you had never felt such kindness from anyone in the village. You were out-casted, unloved. You might as well be the witch they all wanted you to be. The kind smile that painted his features made your heart skip. He was indeed handsome. You finally spoke up saying who you were and the man looked at you with surprise before laughing. “Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Seonghwa. It’s nice to meet you…”

Your name rolled off his tongue so beautifully. No one had ever used it to address you before. It was almost strange, foreign even. “Honestly you could call me anything. I was never called that name sadly.”

Seonghwa hummed in response, still holding tight on you. In truth, he knows much more about you than he leads on. When he and the others go on hunts he had found you a year ago. Ironically you were having your nineteenth birthday. On your own of course. He remembers the way you spoke to yourself, wishing yourself a happy birthday while you drew in your book. Your feet were in the cool water of the watering hole in the forestry just outside the village. You went there almost every second day. And so did he.

There was something about you that caught his eye. Caught all of the boy's eyes. You were special but none of them could put their finger on it. So of course when they found you running for your life from a disgusting man. They couldn’t stand by and let anything happen to their precious little human.

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Dinner was quick as you just sat there and ate in silence. The others were loud though, making it seem almost normal. Like everything that was happening was something you all were used to already. Seonghwa had told you about all the boys and what all their names were. It took you a moment to put names to faces but once you got it. It was easy. Seonghwa never left your side. Making sure you were safe and comfortable. You appreciated it, understanding it must have been weird to have a human walking around. But you quickly learnt that all the maids and butlers were human. They got paid and some even lived on the estate.

Everything the village said about vampires and creatures in general was so wrong. And secretly you always wanted it to be wrong. So you were glad they weren't purely just bloodsucking beasts. But every now and then that face you saw popped into your head. You still didn’t know which one killed Lucas. And on top of it, this Hongjoong and Yeosang—Seonghwa had told you his name—were nowhere to be found.

“Okay well, sun will be up soon. Let’s get ready for bed.” Seonghwa again spoke up, dying down the chatter. It was like he took on a motherly role in the house. It was cute.

“Come Sugarcube. Yunho and I will show you to your room.” The one named Mingi flashed you a smile making you smile in response. Bidding Seonghwa goodnight or would It be morning now? Mental note to look out for a clock. The halls were lavish and carpeted, matching all the rooms you’ve seen thus far. Everything was perfect, vintage and beautiful. Yunho and Mingi had caught onto your mind wandering and had stopped for a moment, seeing how far you’d walk without them near you. You were very cute to them. Like a clueless bunny, with wide innocent eyes.

“Hey, Tiny. Your room is over here.” Yunho’s far voice snapped you out of your thoughts making you turn around to see both large men. Their arms crossed, with big grins. Your face was redder than a tomato in seconds making them both groan at how you waddle back quickly. Cute. Too cute. “This is where you’ll be saying. We’ll try and get some of your personal things tomorrow.”

“Yeah, Hongjoong had said something about grabbing some stuff while your family are out tomorrow.” Mingi rubbed the back of his neck as you slipped past both men to look into the huge spacious room. Only hours ago you were about to be married off to some pig and live on his farm until your death to now staying with not one but eight vampires.

And what was worse. You couldn’t go back. Not that you’d want to that is. But still, all your life you’ve known one thing and now… “You okay Tiny? Not the style you like? We have like ten other rooms if you want to-No it’s okay it’s just…” You cut Yunho off before taking a seat on the olive green and black silk sheets that lay on the large king bed.

“Did…Did Lucas die?” You don’t understand why you were asking about that pig but you needed to know. You needed to know would your parents found his mangled body and thought the beast that did that also killed you. Or would they think you did it? Yunho sat on his knees in front of you, placing his large hands on your thighs in a comforting manner. His smile was soft and his fingers grazing on your exposed skin was gentle.

“No. Yeosang left him alive. But he won't be wanting to live with the way he looks now.” You don’t know if Yunho’s words made you feel better or worse.

“Hongjoong helped him drag him back to that barn. His parents found him and they are looking for you at the moment.” Mingi revealed, knowing you’ll just keep asking questions so there was no reason to hide anything from you.

“Do my parents think I’m dead?” Deep down you knew they’d be happy either way. Dead, alive. Murderer or innocent. Your family would plead their sob story about the monster you were regardless of the truth.

“No…Lucas told them you ran. They think you were a part of it. Luring him out there for your vampire lover to have a meal.” Yunho felt disgusted with himself for repeating what Hongjoong had told them your parents said. But what else should they do?

“Vampire lover….hmm.” You smiled, starting to laugh. That’s what they probably thought you were sneaking off to at random hours of the day or night. Both of the men looked at one another with confusion, letting Mingi sit down next to you.

“Something funny with that Sugarcube?” Mingi’s voice was so deep, velvety. It made your core tingle and heart race. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, but still giving him a smile.

“My mother has wanted nothing but to pin some devilish thing on me and now she gets it. Something that said I did not serve the lord. Argh…” Tears ran down your cheeks “Fuck the lord. Why should I have to care what an old man did for humanity?! I just wanted to paint. Find adventure. Not marry and be a baby maker for some lowlife pig.” All your pent-up anger. All your disappointment. Every single thing you wished to say to your mother was pouring out, in front of two vampires you had only met hours ago now. It felt like a weight being pushed off your chest and you were no longer drowning. Mingi’s hand rubbed circles on your lower back making you fall into his embrace, letting him hold you while Yunho straightened up so he could hold you as well. They were beasts that could drain you in seconds yet they held you like they’ve known you for years. They listened as if they cared. They spoke as if you were the most important person in the world. why?

“There, there baby. It’s okay. You’re free now. You can do anything you want.” Yunho’s voice was quiet almost barely above a whisper. But still still heard him. You pulled away letting them still hold you but you could wipe your face. You can do anything? No one has ever said that to you.

“Well...I guess since this my first time of freedom…” You had both the vampire's attention now with your words. “I want a bath. One with lots of bubbles.” You’ve never had such a thing in your life only settling for quick showers or sharing bathing pools with your siblings. Not something lavish. Mingi laughed a deep hearty laugh. As if you couldn't get any more cute, there you went.

“I think that’s a perfect idea Sugar. We’ll get one of the maids to fix one up for you. And…” He placed his hands on either shoulder pushing you towards Yunho. Your face inches from him. Mingi inspected the wound of your shoulder blade noticing it was already closing but blood was still pooling out of it slowly. “Get this wound cleaned up…”

His tongue licked a strip upwards, following the wound. You hiccuped feeling a slight sting from him. Yunho however distracted you by giving you a kiss. Your eyes were wide and confused. He… he was kissing you. His soft lips moved slowly against yours. His tongue dipped around your bottom lip, testing the waters. Perfectly distracting you from Mingi cleaning your cut with his mouth. Your blood tasted unlike anything he had ever tasted before.

“You taste amazing… fuck.” Mingi mumbled against you while Yunho’s tongue slipped into your mouth as you groaned. Your mind was spinning like crazy, your hand finding place on Yunho biceps, digging your nails in his cold flesh.

“Y…Yuyu..” You tried to speak, finally making both men pull away, leaving you to gasp for air.

“Sorry tiny. Your lips were just too kissable not to.” Yunho chuckled licking his lips of the saliva you left behind on them. Your heart was pounding, feeling such excitement but also a tinge of fear…

“Tha… that was my first kiss..” You felt embarrassed to say so but you felt compelled to tell them. Which made both of them growl. Mingi’s fingers wrapped in your tattered dress hem while Yunho rubbed his hand over his face.

“Fuck. I was your first kiss baby?” Yunho felt so proud of himself.

“Damn Yunho the others aren't gonna be happy when they find out,” Mingi spoke as if you were no longer there.

“Wait why would the others care?” You suddenly felt small, seeing hunger in both their eyes. You had no idea what these men were planning, nor what they all wanted from you. It frightened you. But not as much as it excited you.

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The bath was filled with bubbles, vanilla scent soap and soft music from a vinyl. You could have stayed in there for hours but when one of the maids came in to help you dress your wound you knew it was time to get out. The nice maid named Minnie had brought you some sleepwear, soft silk sleep shorts and a singlet. You have never felt such soft fabric before always getting hand-me-downs or second/third hand clothing.

“You look cute.” A gentle voice echoed from the door of your room. You hummed, blush burning your cheeks. Turning you see Seonghwa leaning against the door frame, bottom lip between his teeth as he eyed you, not even trying to hide that he was checking you out.

“Thanks…” You played with your fingers, standing there awkwardly as you watched Seonghwa close the door, slowly moving towards you. Like he was stalking you. No doubt Yunho and Mingi had run off bragging what they had done when you were busy bathing. God, if this was going to become a new normal you were going to develop a headache from your head spinning.

“I wanted to check on you.” For every step he took, you took one back, like a little dance until your back was firmly against the wall and his body almost flushed against you. “I heard Min and Yun had some fun with you.”

“I-..Yunho kissed me…Mingi he uh…” You felt so flustered, fanatically looking around the room feeling embarrassed about spilling what you had done even though you knew the two giants would have told everyone by now. He put his fingers on your chin, running his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling on it slightly.

“I was kinda hoping to be the first to taste you. But then again, none of the boys tend to listen.” His eyes were hooded, looking at you with such hunger. He could feel your heart race against the pad of his thumb. He can hear your blood pumping quicker than normal. And your eyes never left his. His face inched closer, and then some. Seeing just how close he could get to you before you’d pull away but you didn’t, not even flinch. “Have you done anything like this before?”

You shook your head no slightly. “Have you ever touched yourself, Bunny?” his question made your face become redder. This was filthy, dirty, something you were supposed to be sworn away. And man did defying god feel intoxicating. You whispered no, making him close his eyes with a sigh for a moment. So innocent, so cute… So his to taint. “Do you want me to touch you, Bunny?”

“Yes…” You whisper… He tucked a piece of damp hair behind your ear making you shiver as his fingers grazed your skin. His cold tips slide along your cheek, down to your neck, before pushing gently on your man artery feeling your hot blood pump under his digits.

“I could drain you dry right now. Or fuck you full? Maybe both? Hmm?” His lips brushed against yours but not enough to seal his lips on yours. No, he wanted you to do it, he needed you to do the first move. So he knows you do in fact want it. And you gave him exactly what he wanted, leaning up to lock your lips to his. His one hand cupped your face to deepen the kiss while his other, snaked down to play with the hem of your shorts. Your legs spread instinctively, giving him access to do whatever he pleases. His wet tongue danced with you making you feel all kinds of filthy.

You had almost gotten a man killed, ran away from home. Most likely been shunned for life from your village and on top of that kissed two men that both happened to be undead creatures you only just met, while another drank from one of your open wounds. If was indeed sins, you might as well be sent down to Lillith herself on a golden platter.

“Come on Bunny, let’s get you comfortable.” He pulled away picking you up by your thighs before walking over to your bed and laying you down on the plump mattress. His lips trail down your cheeks, then your jaw until he stops at your neck for a moment rubbing his nose along your jugular. “God I can smell your blood through your soft skin.” he sighs, drawing his fangs out.

“H-Hwa p-please…” You bucked your hips against his hardening length, spreading your legs further so he could get closer if that was possible. He chuckled, darkly. Fang pressing just hard enough to pierce your skin a little bit so a few drops of blood would spill out. He licked your blood up, trying not to get any on the bed sheets. Your whimpers were music to his ears, and your taste was heavenly. Now he’s wondering how else you taste in other places. “Fuuckk.”

The feeling of his fangs and the was his fingers play with your short made your head cloudy. His hand slipped into your shorts cupping your core making you suddenly aware what was happening. His mouth finally left your neck, kissing down the exposed parts of your chest. He was worshiping every part of your body sending your skin on fire. “Such a pretty bunny. I can feel heat pooling out of you. Do you find my devilish charms that intoxicating bunny?”

You squirmed, needed more. His index finger slide along your slit making your mouth open into an ‘o’ shape. Your eyes shut tightly, finally feeling some kind of relief that you were searching for. The pleasure was new, and strange, making you feel like you were in a whole another world. Seonghwa kept whispering sweet nothings to you as he slowly pushes a finger inside your drenched cunt. It was steady at first until he found a rhythm, inching yet another finger inside making your brows knot together. His name fell from your lips on repeat like some kind of broken vinyl, he knew he could get you close to your high without much effort given you have never felt such a feeling before. And with only a few more moments you were clenching around his digits, coming underdone while he stared at you intensely, watching every one of your features move and contort in the pure ecstasy he was gifting you. “Did that feel good baby? I can make you feel even better, all you got to do is say yes.”

“Yes, please Seonghwa. Please. Make me feel like that again. I wanna feel good.” You don’t know why your mouth started spilling such filth but you couldn’t care, not when you were so close to feeling a pleasure you have only wondered about in those lewd novels Miss Smith had down the path. She had let you borrow one and it had changed your life forever. Seonghwa got to work, pulling your shirt off above your head and tugging down the rest until it slipped off your ankles in one swoop of his wrists. You were completely bare for him. He could see all the sun-kissed spots. All the scars, and beauty marks. He could see the bruises of a handprint on your collarbone and other smaller ones littering your legs and arms.

Pathetic human. Digusting pig.

Fuck, does he wish that Yeosang and Hongjoong hadn’t kept him alive now. But then again giving him a swift death would have been too merciful. No, Seonghwa would want to keep Lucas in a cell, locked away for weeks. No food, barely any water. Watching him starve. Watch him beg for death. But Seonghwa would never give it to him. Lucas would welter away in the dungeon, cold, scared, and alone. Just as you felt when you were being chased by him. Just as you felt when he had put his hands on you. Seonghwa would make him pay.

“H-Hwa…” You sat on your elbows having seen the vampire's mind wander. Was he okay? Was he second-guessing his actions? Seonghwa was quick to disregard any of your fears as he shed himself off his shirt, before sliding off the bed to pull his pants down. They dropped to the floor with an audible ‘oof’. You didn't mean for your eyes to immediately gaze down at his fully grown erection but its angry red tip had caught your attention. Seonghwa didn’t mind one bit though, he admired your body in the meantime, letting you get a good look at him while he did the same to you. “That can’t fit inside me….”

Seonghwa laughed, physically laughed at your abrupt statement. “Oh don’t worry. It will.”  he yanked one of your legs making you gasp. He stood tall at the end of your bed, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your slit, gathering up some of your cum to use as lubricant. The whole time his eyes never left yours. He wanted to see the pleasure pooling in your eyes when he entered you inch by inch. And as you bit your bottom lip, you tried your damned hardest to keep your gaze open. “That’s it, baby. Breath…”

The stretch was painful, to say the least. Even though Seonghwa had used his fingers on you, it still wasn’t enough to fully prep you for his girth. He rubbed circles in your hips, trying to settle the pain as much as he could, noticing your fingers had entangled in the silk sheets, with your knuckles turning lightly white.

“Ffuckk, hngmm Seong.” you mumbled, finally feeling him enter you fully, his groin flush against you. He stayed still for a moment, letting you catch your breath but man was it hard. The way you clamped around him, sucked him in for more. It made him want nothing more than to pound the living shit out of you. But patience. He needed patience. And luckily out of all the boys, he owned the most patience.

“Can I move Darling?” His words were a stutter, laying with groans and sighs. You nodded your head before responding with a quick and quiet ‘please’ letting him draw his cock until only the tip was inside you then smashing back in, knocking the wind out of you. You could no longer hold yourself up, falling onto your back. Seonghwa watched as your breasts bounced in time with his thrusts and how your thighs were clamped snugly around him. You felt amazing, looked eternal. And you were finally his.

He dreamed about what your cunt might feel like wrapped around his cock. Or how might your blood taste when you are in the middle of being fucked. Firty thoughts had always seemed to riddle his mind whenever he saw you and now he could finally get the answers. But one thing is for sure. He has no idea how he is possibly going to share you with the others. When he is going to be craving you permanently.

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[gaypirate420]

Jasper Hale with an s/o that likes to rub their face on him when they feel affectionate like a cat <3

Oh! I do this and I love this. This is kinda short sorry.

Meow Meow Meow // Jasper W. Hale

Jasper Whitlock-Hale x gn!reader.

Fluff.

You saw Jasper sitting on the couch. His golden eyes were focused on the book you gifted him last week.

You smiled and walked over to him, sitting at his side.

"Yes, darlin'?" He spoke softly with a small smirk on his rosy lips.

"Nothing, nothing, just wanted to sit down that is all." You spoke with a smile, Jasper nodded and continue reading. He rolled his eyes playfully and open one of his arms, you giggled and sat on his lap.

"Are you satisfied now, darlin'?" He spoke gently against your ear, you felt shivers and nodded.

"For now." You teased, Jasper presses a soft kiss on your cheek before returning to his book.

You nuzzled your head on his chest, he hold you close and enjoyed your warmth as his free hand stroked your hair.

Jasper felt how you shifted on his lap.

Your hands went to his shoulders and you started to rub your face against his chest, your soft cheek against his navy blue sweater and your lips adorned with a huge smile.

Jasper couldn't contain his smile, you always do this and you always caught him off guard.

You kept going, instead of hugging him, kissing him or just cuddle, you do this. You're like a needy cat, just rubbing your face against him every time you want his attention and love.

Your warm cheek meets his cold one and you started rubbing your face against his. The vampire smiled wider and chuckled, his arms wrapped around your waist.

"I love ya', sugar." Jasper spoke between a soft chuckle. His cold lips pressed a tender kiss on your forehead.

"You're so cute." He whispered as you keep rubbing your face against his in a very loving and gentle manner.

Jasper smirked and pick you up with ease, you giggled as he lied you down on the couch.

The blonde looked at you, your hair now messy, the overwhelming positive emotions he felt coming from you were making him feel dizzy.

His lips leaved small kisses along your neck and collarbones and his hands hold your waist.

The vampire kissed your lips with a gentle manner, he's so careful with you at all times, his own lips curled into a smile, your emotions affecting his own now.

Jasper got an idea and proceeded to rub his cold face against your neck and shoulders, making you all tingly and burst with laughter.

"You're ice cold, Jaspy! Stop!" You spoke in between giggles.

The vampire ignored your request and keep going, the melodic sound of your laughter echoed around the living room.

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A/N: I don't know how to feel about this. Requests are open!

[jess-the-vampire]

catching up on huevember

[momolady]

Florenz the Vampire Bat

An arranged marriage and a regal manor where sunlight cannot come in, sounds like it could be a nightmare. But it isn't, only in theory is this a bad situation for you to be in. The bite of reality is much better.

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

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From your window you can look down upon the village you once called home. At night, the windows twinkle and shine from the lights within each home. In total darkness it almost appears as if the sky has nestled upon the ground, gathering itself between the cracks and nooks of the rocky mountainside. You are supposed to be within those craggy pathways, walking yourself to the market to buy the children pears and treats for all their hard work. Instead, you are in Florescu castle with a new master.

Stepping away from the window, you let the heavy curtains fall back into place. The curtains are to always remain closed, so the castle is always in the bounds of night. You walked back towards your bed, crawling in to pull the covers up and fix the pillows back in place.

As you set things right, pillows and stuffed toys, the door opened and Ms. Nita stepped in. She saw you making the bed and she tutted like always.

“Now, now! My lady!” She came in and shooed you off the bed. “You need not be taking care of that anymore. I’m shocked you even do.” She smoothed her hand down the comforters and looked back at you with those strange wide eyes of hers’.

You looked aside with a small shrug. “I don’t mind making it.”

Ms. Nita sighed, placing her hands upon her hips as she turned towards you. “You do a fine enough job, but it’s my job you are doing. I promised our lord to take good care of you.”

A small scowl appeared on your face and Ms. Nita took hold of your chin. “I know that no girl is fond of an arranged marriage. But chin up my dear. It could be worse. There are worse houses than the Florescu house to marry into.”

You looked Ms. Nita in her slightly bulbous eyes and removed her hand. “It isn't the marriage.”

“Then what’s the sour puss look about?” Ms. Nita went over to your wardrobe and took out clothing for you.

The dress she picked was much finer than the one before. Somehow your wardrobe was a vast and endless sea of pretty dresses in delicate patterns and soft pastels. You crossed your arms along your chest, rubbing your palms along your bare skin. The castle wasn’t cold, in fact it was always perfectly warm. But you still got chills every morning when you would meet your new husband for breakfast.

“Come now. Get dressed and I’ll do your hair.” Ms. Nita was a peculiar sort of woman. She was extremely pale, short, and round. But she was a miracle worker with your hair. She was able to take the tight curls you grew and style it carefully with thought. She had been given the job of taking care of you in the castle. And while the official weddings had taken place, your new husband had other traditions e wished to follow before he considered you both completely wed.

Breakfast wasn’t held in the dining hall. Instead, you took it in your husband’s chambers. He had a large table set up before his fireplace, and Ms. Nita would serve you both then leave to let you two be alone.

That morning as you walked in, you noticed your new husband standing before the fireplace. He was wearing a bright blue robe with golden stars carefully stitched all over it.

Ms. Nita scoffed as she stepped in with the breakfast cart. “You aren’t even dressed, my lord.”

He turned from the fireplace and the robe fell from his right shoulder. The fire glowed about his dark fur, and one of his clawed hands rested upon the downy fluff of his chest. “I slept awful, Ms. Nita. How am I supposed to face my gorgeous bride when I have not had an ounce of beauty sleep-” He stopped dead when he saw you standing by the table.

He quickly lifted up his robe over his shoulder and a soft smile appeared on his face. “I am to be taken off guard apparently.”

“You didn’t sleep well, Forenz?” You asked and took your seat at the table.

Florenz’s dark eyes shifted around before he moved towards his chair. “I hope you rested well at the very least.”

Ms. Nita placed food upon the table, shaking her head slowly.

“I slept,” you answered plainly. You were keeping a cool front, but inside it felt like your soul was being ripped to shreds. Your chest was tight and your stomach was in knots.

Florenz had no clue as to how you felt. “That’s good. I am glad to hear such good news.” He smiled at Ms. Nita as she placed a solitary cup before him. Meanwhile you had small plates placed in front of you as well as a pot of tea.

Ms. Nita left the room and only the sound of the crackling fire was left.

Florenz picked up his cup and glanced inside. You picked at your food, too anxious to eat, but knowing you must perform or else he might catch on.

“I know technically it isn’t morning. At least, not from what you are used to.” Florenz murmured as he gazed into his cup. “It will get easier once you acclimate. I am sorry you have to do that too. But being what I am, I have no choice over my schedule.” He laughed then quickly shut himself up.

You looked up from your plate, seeing a yellow gleam to his eyes from the light of the fire. His bat-like appearance didn’t bother you, not like they thought it would. The village saw all sorts of creatures wandering through it. You had grown up seeing them hiding and staring from the rocks and behind trees, as well as walking along the same streets you did.

“Are you adjusting well?” Florenz asked. “I mean, I know you are used to a certain lifestyle, a certain affluence, and I am trying to provide that comfort to you.”

“What do you mean? You’re far richer than the Domitry family.” You quickly shut your mouth and cleared your throat.

Florenz nodded, looking back down into his cup. “Yes, well, even that can take some getting used to. But you’ve barely asked me for anything aside from art supplies. You don’t need to be afraid to ask me for anything.”

“I don’t need much,” you murmured.

Florenz sighed and leaned back into his chair. His robe once again fell away from his shoulder. “Don’t take this the wrong way, dear wife, but I had expected you to be much more spoiled than you are.”

You chewed slowly on a piece of meat then drank some tea to help you swallow more easily. “I suppose one would.”

Florenz chuckled. “I was not told you were an artist, mostly that you enjoyed fashion and having a large wardrobe.”

That explained one thing, you thought to yourself.

“I would have been better prepared had I been told more about you. But from what your father told me, I assumed you would be-” He hesitated and finally took a sip from his cup.

You set your cup down. “Vain? Lazy? You already said spoiled.”

Florenz looked at you surprised. “I did not want to make such harsh judgments. But I am sorry if that offends you.”

“Not really,” you shrugged.

Florenz’s eyes narrowed. “I suppose you get that a lot?”

You sighed. “I’ve thought the same things.”

“I suppose you’re trying to…distance yourself from that sort of image. Correct?” His soft smile returned. “Because I think you are doing quite well.”

“Thank you.” You really weren’t sure how to respond.

Florenz took another drink from his glass. “Do you have plans today? I suppose you’ll be going back to your art.”

“I will be. Do you have business to take care of today?” You pushed yourself away from the table and smoothed your hand down your skirt.

“Unfortunately I do. There is much to take care of before the full moon. I want to make sure once it is here I will be able to have the time to spend with you.” He stood with his glass and walked over to you. He extended his clawed hand to help you rise from your chair.

If there had to be one thing you appreciated about your new husband, it was how tall he was. Back home in the village, you took after your father, who moved to the village when he was young. Most of the village, like your mother, was on the shorter side. You often stuck out like a sore thumb. Florenz’s height was nice to stand next to.

“Not much longer now. I suppose you are nervous.” Florenz opened the door for you.

He had no idea. “A little,” you lied.

Florenz smiled and you could see the sharp fangs in his mouth. “I too get butterflies. But there is nothing to worry about. I think you and I have a beautiful future together.”

You nodded. “I hope so.”

Florenz lifted your hand and dipped down to kiss the knuckles. His tail under his robe swished back and forth. “Have a good day, my wife.”

“You as well.” You waited until the doors were closed and then you let your body sag and slouch. You clutched your chest as you walked down the hallway. Everyday you felt he was closer to figuring it out.

Once you were back in your room you sat and cried for a spell. Once it felt the weight in your chest was relieved you took deep breaths. You missed your family, you missed your home, and you were angry about being placed here.

You weren’t supposed to be here. You weren’t even the right girl.

The door opened and you turned to see Ms. Nita with a glass of water. You tried to return to your formal posture, but it felt impossible.

“I can’t keep it up,” you whispered.

Ms. Nita handed you the water. “Keep what up?”

The glass was cold in your hands, it felt nice after all the tightness and fear you held during breakfast. “I can’t tell you.”

Ms. Nita flitted about the bedroom, checking for dust while also taking out another outfit for you to wear while you worked on your artwork. “You said the marriage didn’t bother you. Then what is it? The hours? The altitude? Trust me, you will grow used to both.”

“I really can’t say.”

Ms. Nita stood and put her hands upon her round hips. “If you cannot say, then perhaps I can guess.” She pulled up another chair and sat before you. She looked you over with a very studious gaze that made you feel uneasy.

“Making your bed every morning has never settled right with me. Girls from wealthy families like yours barely know how to wipe their noses, let alone tuck a sheet properly.” her large eyes kept gliding over you. “You’re very modest for a rich girl as well. You seemed shocked by your clothing.” She folded her arms against her chest. “Are you rich?”

You bit the inside of your cheek.

“You aren’t, are you?” Ms. Nita whispered.

You looked at her with fear.

Ms. Nita sighed. “Oh dear. Oh, dear, dear, dear.” She clicked her tongue then held her jaw tight. “That foolish old mule pulled a grand switch didn’t he?. So what are you? A maid? A cook?”

“I was a governess to his younger children,” you admitted weakly. “But please. You can’t tell Master Florescu. Lord Domitry promised to give my mother money. My little sister is sick-”

Ms. Nita raised her hand. “Why did Domitry do it?”

You sniffled. “His daughter refused. She destroyed his office in a fit, and since we both looked similar he thought-” Your throat tightened up as you spoke.

She sighed. “That sounds like the real bride we were told about. Can’t say I’m surprised.” Ms. Nita stood up from her seat. “Lord Florenz deserves to know the truth of the matter.”

“No! Please!” You jumped to stand. “If he finds out, then Lord Domitry will stop providing money to my family. I won’t have a job anymore! My family relies on me.”

Ms. Nita gave you a cold look. “My master has been lied to. He’s been deceived. He was promised a bride.”

“And I am!” You exclaimed. “I am his bride. He would be happy with the one he was told, but he does have a bride as promised.”

Ms. Nita huffed. “Do you really think this would be the end of you if he found out? Domitry has made you a pawn, a victim. He used you to make a laughing stock out of Florenz. I have raised that man since he was a child. I raised his mother before him. The Florescu family is my family.” She jabbed her finger into your face.

“It guts me to think Florenz is in the dark. He’s no idiot, but he can be a fool.” She grumbled.

“I have not met a kind man with money,” you murmured.

Ms. Nita nodded. “I suppose you haven’t. Well, if Florenz is cruel, then I will deal with him.” She took your hand and patted it. “You have nothing to fear. Ms. Nita runs this estate more than young Florenz thinks.” She grabbed your hand and had you follow her back towards Florenz’s chambers.

She forced her way inside, no knock, no warning of your arrival. She strode in with confidence while you floundered behind her.

Florenz was getting dressed. He had on pants but his top half was bare. He squeaks as you both came in and he crossed his arms against his broad chest.

“Ms. Nita, what are you doing?!” He snapped.

“I have figured out a plot!” Ms. Nita raised up her arm, still clutchingyour hand.

You and Florenz looked at one another and his gaze went soft. “My dear, have you been crying?”

“Not the plot!” Ms. Nita snapped. She let go of your hand and paced around in front of Florenz. “I have discovered that Lord Domitry has played you for a fool!”

Florenz was still looked at you with concern, like he wanted to approach but his own partial nudity was making him embarrassed. “What?” he looked back down. “What was that, Ms. Nita?”

“Focus!” She snapped her fingers. “Look at her.” She waved her hands towards you. “Take her in. Think about all you know about her. I want you to think hard, Florenz. What about her stands out?”

You wait anxiously, folding your hands together and standing stiff as Florenz looks at you. His gaze is soft. Confused, but very much affectionate. His ears fold back as a shy smile appears.

“A lot of things. I’m very fond of my wife.”

Your heart isn’t sure in which direction it should go, and neither did you.

Ms. Nita scoffed. “No! She’s not a Domitry.”

Florenz’s eyes widened. He looked from you, to Ms. Nita, and back to you. “No! What? Come on now, Ms. Nita. No! Darling, what is she going on about?”

“She’s not a Domitry,” Ms. Nita repeated. “She worked for them.”

His whole body stiffened and the wings upon his back fluttered. Florenz looked at you again, eyes widened as he began to realize. “Oh,” he breathed “Oh!” He exclaimed.

Tears began to well up in your eyes.  “I’m so sorry.”

Florenz took a few steps forward, a serious look upon his face. “So it’s true? Domitry pulled a grand switch on me.”

“That’s right.”

“Well,” Florenz muttered. “That's good then!”

Tears fell down your cheeks as Florenz approached you and placed his hand upon your shoulder. “I am much happier with you. But I do still have Domitry to deal with.”

You weren’t sure what to think.

“What do you plan on doing?” Ms. Nita asked. “Both with this girl and the Domitry family?”

“She’s my wife,” Florenz corrected. “I will be her husband and protect her. As for Domitry, this marriage was supposed to end the feud between our families. But I suppose, if he wants to play me for the fool, then he will live with the consequences.” He walked across the room and pulled on his robe again to cover himself.

You watched him in awe, still barely taking in his words. Florenz handed Ms. Nita a sealed document, which she took and gave him a nod.

“Send that directly to Domitry, he will know what it means.” Florenz placed his hand upon your back, turning you towards him as Ms. Nita left the room.

You were shaking, afraid of what would happen next.

Florenz cupped his hands around her face. “What do we need to do?” He asked. “You must have family back in the village. Should we bring them here for safe keeping? Perhaps once Domitry is dealt with, they can have his house. After all, I’d like us to be alone for the full moon.”

“What?” You voice shook.

Florenz smiled on you. “I may have been fooled into marrying you, but I do not regret it. I find myself falling for you.”

You had been so terrified of your secret getting out, you had barely had a chance to think of your own feelings for him. You sniffled, falling into his arms to cry with relief.

“It’s alright, my dear. I will take care of you, no matter what.” he sat with you upon his bed, stroking your back until you calmed. You fell asleep in his arms and woke up tucked into bed.

Across the room you saw him sitting at his table, looking over a stack of documents and an open tome. His ear twitched as you moved the blankets and he turned in your direction. He stood from the table and approached you.

“I hope you rested well,” he said gently.

You rubbed your eyes. “I didn’t mean to-”

“Hush now. You’re my wife, what’s mine is yours.” He placed a soft kiss upon your forehead.

“I’m so sorry-” You tried to apologize but he tapped a claw over your lips.

“You were forced into a corner. I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner.” He smoothed his palm up your cheek and tucked back loose curls.

“No, you don’t have anything to apologize for,” you murmured.

Florenz nodded. “Well, now that I am aware, let’s start back at the beginning.” He cupped your cheek in his palm. “I want to know you, the real you.”

You smiled brightly. “What do you want to know?”

“Your name might be nice.”

You chuckled, giving him your name.

“It’s beautiful,” he murmured. “It suits you much better.” He snuggled with you upon the bed. “Now, do you really like clothes so much?”

“Not really,” you chuckled. “As silly as it is, I like stuffed toys.”

Florenz’s fangs showed as he smiled. “That’s much more interesting.”

////

Without the constant stress of being found out lingering over your head, you’ve been able to enjoy life at the castle much better. Especially since your sister is getting the care she needs. Once he knew the story, Florenz was happy to take care of everything. Even as the full moon ceremony loomed, he worked to take care of the troubles caused by Domitry.

“It won’t be the first time a Florenz marries someone outside their station,” Florenz told you.

You looked up from your easel, having set it up beside him at his work table. “What do you mean?”

Florenz’s large ears twitched back. “Ah, well you see, My great-great-grandfather fell in love with his cook. So he turned her into a duchess. Made all sorts of stories for her, turned her into quite the gem. Then my grandfather took after him and married my grandmother who had been a practicing nun.”

“A nun?” You giggled.

“Oh yes. She had come from a more esteemed family, but after they came to ruin she came to god until grandfather stepped into the picture.” Florenz turned back to his work. "I still make donations to the convent regularly.”

You smiled softly as you continued to work on your canvas. “And now, you’re going for a governess.”

Florenz sat still with a deep look of thought upon his face. “I would describe you more as an artist than a governess. But luckily, our story has a funny twist to it like the others.” He smiled at you, trapping you in a gazefor a long moment.

You grew shy the longer he stared. You smiled,  and felt your face grow warmer. A nervous laugh then bubbled up. “What?”

“Just looking at you, my dear. I’m thinking about how lucky I am to actually like the person I am with.” His smile turned dreamy. “My parents were never fond of one another, so I always looked at my grandparents as inspiration.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you murmured.

Floren shrugged. “Yes, well, I think it all stemmed from the fact my parents were more inclined to their own. They had me and I think that’s the last time they shared a room.”

“Oh, I see.” You said softly.

Florenz’s ears twitched again. He looked up from his work, checking on you from the corner of his eye. “Do you think you’d prefer separate rooms when the full moon is over?”

You furrowed your brow. “What do you mean?”

Florenz glanced over at his bed. “Nothing. Ignore me and my babbling.”

You set your things aside and took off your apron, draping it over your chair. You then approached Florenz and placed your hand upon his shoulder. He twitched slightly, glancing down at your hand then looking back at his work.

“Are you worried I won’t want to sleep beside you?” You leaned down closer to him, slipping your arms around his neck. “Because I’ve thought about it.”

Florenz’s body went stiff and still. “You have?”

“Have you?” You spoke close to his ear which fell flat onto his head.

He turned to look at you and shrugged. “I would be a liar if I said I hadn’t. Especially considering how nervous I am for the full moon.”

“Then tell me about it.” You hugged him from behind. “I want to know.”

Florenz tapped your arms and he began to rise from his chair. You stood aside to let him up, wondering what he was going to do.

Florenz held out his clawed hand. “I’ll show you something.”

Taking his hand, he then led you through the castle, taking you further up than you had been before. You went into one of the towers, going all the way up the spiral staircase and through the door in the ceiling. Florenz let you up first and you stood in a room where the ceiling was entirely glass. The night sky was directly above you and the nearly full moon was so close you felt you could touch it!

“This is where we will start the ceremony,” Florenz murmured. He then motioned over to a massive bed in the back of the room that was covered by sapphire blue curtains. “We will spend all night there, and in the morning we will fall asleep there.”

This bit of news stunned you. “Isn’t that dangerous for you?”

Florenz waved his hand up to the glass. “During the night, this glass is clear. But during the day it will turn dark. An old family secret,” he chuckled.

“That’s amazing.”

Florenz walked over to the bed as you marveled at the night sky. He pulled back the curtains and stared inside. “I’m nervous about…being good enough.”

You looked back him. “Good enough at what?”

Florenz’s tail twitched behind him while his ears went flat against his head. “Being a husband is one thing,” he murmured. “But being your lover is something completely different. I have studied, and I have read up on the art. But studying and doing are two completely different beasts.”

You placed your hand upon his back and he shivered all over. Glancing down at you he saw the shy little smile upon your face.

He sighed. “I do not want the full moon to go to waste.”

“I have an idea,” you stepped closer to him. “What if we…practiced?”

His ears stood up.

“Is it against the rules? Because…I’m nervous too. But I don’t want you to be terrified and worrying on the important night.”

Florenz swallowed. “I suppose it’s not entirely against the rules.” He looked down at you. “I would call myself a hands-on learner anyways.”

A few nervous butterflies fluttered around in your tummy. “Then, maybe we could just…I don’t know, maybe just try a few things tonight?”

Florenz took in a deep breath and nodded. He extended out his arms and his robe fell from around his shoulders. “If you would like to, I am more than willing.”

You began pulling at the strings of your blouse, letting it fall open enough that Florenz could see the curve of your breasts. His robe fell upon the floor and he stretched his wings out a bit. His eyes focused upon you, seeing bits of you he had yet to spy.

“Let me help you.” He reached out, helping you remove your clothing. He did well with buttons, and as your skirt fell upon the floor he took a step back from you. Moonlight shown through your blouse and he could see the shape of you through the thin fabric.

Florenz cleared his throat and sat himself down upon the bed. He rubbed his hands over the tops of his thighs. Coming up closer to him, you slowly eased down upon his lap. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close and causing you to straddle his lap. You both shifted and laughed anxiously. Looking into one another's' eyes you grew silent again.

Florenz took the first kiss, plunging in as his hands grasped around your back. You leaned in, furthering the kiss as your hands went through the soft plumage of fur upon his broad chest. You sighed as your lips parted, and Florenz’s hands moved lower.

“Not so bad, huh?” he chuckled softly.

You shook your head. “I liked it.” You looked down at his chest, his dark fur turned pale in the center, leading a trail down his belly and into his pants. Your fingers traced the rim of his pants and Florenz shivered,

“Maybe we should…get fully naked,” you suggested with a crack to your voice. “Just to…” Your mind drifted.

“Yeah,” his voice fluttered. His hands went up under your blouse, touching bare skin. His lidded eyes glazed as he slightly pulled it up, glimpsing the bare bottom of your breasts. His hands dropped back down and he held back a smile as best he could.

“Okay, okay,” he breathed. “I can do this.” He moved you onto the bed so he could stand. He fumbled with his pants, losing grip a few times before he could get them loose. He tugged them down, keeping himself huddled over while your eyes were upon him.

You removed your blouse, sitting there naked with your arms crossed against your chest. You watched him rise up, standing his full height with his head partially hidden by the canopy. Your eyes traveled down his chest, his belly, down to the shadow against his groin.

“Dear,” he whispered.

You looked up as he knelt down to join you on the bed. You smiled to reassure him and lowered your head a bit.

“Are you cold?” He chuckled.

“A little.”

Florenz reached out, wrapping his arms around you. “Then let me warm you back up. It must be chilly without your clothes.”

You moved your arms, holding him as he held you. Two bare bodies pressed against one another. His fur was soft, and his body felt warm and strong.

“You’re so tender,” Florenz murmured. “So supple.”

Your cheeks burned. “Thank you.”

Florenz’s grip tightened around you and he buried his face into the curve of your neck. You whimpered softly as his cool breath beat upon your skin. You stroked your hand up the back of his neck and moved the other around his waist.

“Florenz,” you whispered.

He lifted his head, looking deep into your eyes. He cupped his hand around your cheek as his breathing began to even. “I was hoping this would help my nerves. But it feels as though it has only added to them.” He looked down your body with a look of lust. “Now I worry I will have no control over myself.”

You bit your lip. “How so?”

“I will turn into a beast.” His finger trailed down your neck, onto your chest, then glided between your breasts. “I will feast upon your body, and never quite satisfy my hunger for it.” His eyes flicked back to yours. “For you.”

You swallowed and remembered to breathe. “That doesn’t sound all that bad.”

“But it is. I do not know what I am capable of. Only that I now have the drive to do it.” He brushed his knuckles against your breast, eliciting a stuck breath in your chest. He laid you down upon the bed, stroking his hands down your body until he came to your thighs. He opened them with a gentle touch, moving his palms down your soft skin.

Florenz moaned to himself, licking down your supple thigh and rising back up with kisses upon it. He looked back into your eyes, staring up helplessly from the bed. His long tongue lapped over your skin again.

“Do you mind if I taste you, my dear?” He breathed.

You shook your head. “Go ahead.”

His mouth opened wide along your thigh, revealing his sharp fangs and teeth. He bit into the soft flesh, which only hurt for a moment. Then it turned into warmth and soft tingling. His mouth was pressed against you, tasting your blood as it beaded from the bite mark.

Florenz moaned, his body arching and writhing as he drank. He lifted his head from your thigh, pressing more kisses before he took another bite, much lower than the first. He moaned again, and those vibrations against you traveled up your body.

He licked his lips, letting out a shuddering breath. “Sweet is the nectar, but how is your wine?” He reached down, pulling open your plump mound to see inside. Wetness has gathered around the lips, and has given you a delicate glaze.

“You’ve become just as aroused as I have.” Florenz licked the corner of his mouth.

You shivered, watching his eyes then lookin down.

“Do you want me to touch you?” He breathed.

You swallowed again and nodded. “Yes.”

He looked into your eyes. “I didn’t hear that, my dear. Do you mind saying it again for me? Much louder this time.”

You gathered up your courage, hoping your voice didn’t break as you tried to speak. “Please touch me. I don’t know why, but your bites, they-” Your couldn’t bring yourself to say the words.

“Did you like that?” Florenz lowered down again. He kissed your breast, suckling it before trailing kisses down your belly. “I’ve never tasted anything as delicious as you.” He used his knuckles to open you, careful of his claws to not scrape your skin. His knuckle rubbed against the top of your folds. You writhed a bit, whimpering loudly at the touch.

“You appear to be quite sensitive, my dear.” Florenz sat back up and took a breath. “I appear to be getting drunk upon it.”

You swallowed again, trying to catch your breath. “It’s okay. I suggested we…that we do this.”

Florenz laughed softly. “I did not expect it to go so well. So temptingly.”

You stroked your hand down your body, making sure he saw. His eyes followed your fingers, watching them as you began to touch yourself. He focused intently while you circled around your clit, dipping your fingers inside before returning.

He spread his thighs, showing you what hung between them. His cock bobbed heavily in the shadows, a deep, dark red with purple veins. The head of it flared slightly, and the base tapered into a slight bulge at the base. He took the shaft into his hand, stroking slowly as he watched your fingers.

You then opened your arms beckoning him to come close to you.  His eyes widened, slightly glowing in the dark. He lowered himself down upon you, kissing you and embracing you as your bodies pressed together.

You stretched out your neck, letting Florenz bury his face there. Another bite and you moaned loudly, arching your back as Florenz grabbed tighter around you. Your bodies pressed tight together as he bit again. You gasped for breath, shuddering as his claws sank into your rear, angling you closer, mounting himself at the ready.

A quick pulse was all it took. A snake in your ear, a fluttering of your lids, and you and Florenz were inseparable. You stayed still, both quivering and aching for the next move, but savoring that first, sweet moment for as long as possible.

“You’re so warm,” his voice quaked. “I’ve never felt this-”

You held on tight to him, aching slightly from him being inside you. But it was a good sort of pain, just like when he bit you. “Keep going,” you urged. “It’s…it’s good.”

Florenz moved shakily, unsure at first. He took his time, finding himself a bit more confident as it felt better. The more fluid he moved, the more you felt as well. He fit snug inside you, so you were able to feel every inch of him. You closed your eyes, focusing on that pleasure as he pressed into you. He went deep, then stayed shallow, just to test what felt best.

He went still again, holding his breath.

“What is it?” You whimpered.

“I’ll come if I’m not careful,” he whispered. “I want to keep enjoying this.”

You stroked your hand down his back. “Can you only do it once in your whole life?”

“No. That’s not-” He chuckled. “I can do it many, many times.”

You smiled. “Then do it again when you are done.”

His eyes widened. “But…I thought this was just practice?”

You pulled him down close, kissing him until you felt a shudder inside. His mouth hung open, and he pulled out, releasing upon your thigh and belly. His body grew limp, and the expression on his face was more cute than erotic.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “I’ll clean that up.” He took his pants, using them to mop up his mess. He then touched your loins, seeing them swollen with arousal. “What do I need to do now?”

“Touch me.” You wriggled your hips.

He rubbed his knuckle to your clit again, gently nudging it as he watched your wetness seep down onto the sheets. His eyes lidded watching and he lowered down, kissing and licking softly. You whimpered out loudly, panting deeply as the kisses grew harder. He suckled upon you, moaning softly as your thighs closed around his head. You trembled, arching slightly then pushing him away.

You fell back, breathing hard as Florenz wiped his mouth. “Was that…good?”

You nodded, covering your head with your arms.

Florenz rolled you onto your back again and smiled down upon you. “I’m glad we practiced.”

“Me too,” you breathed. “Now…you won’t be so nervous on the full moon.”

He kissed your breasts and then your lips. “Can we practice again before then?”

You giggled. “Maybe.”

Florenz laid down beside you, wrapping his wing around you to cover you. “At least…could I taste you again?”

You smiled shyly at him. “Did I really taste good?”

“You tasted amazing.” he nuzzled into the curve of your neck again. “So warm and soft upon my tongue. Your blood was like velvet.”

You sighed dreamily as he pressed closer. “That sounds nice.”

“Because it’s yours.” He kissed your neck and then nuzzled to your hair. “Because it’s you, I want you.”

“It was…good wasn’t it?” You said shyly. “Being entwined like that felt better than I expected. I had been told my first time would be painful. But you…even your bites felt good to me. But when you were inside me…I was shocked by how much I liked it.”

Florenz smiled proudly. “It was an experience. So wet and sweet,” he breathed. “So warm and…and deep.” he swallowed. “I need to be careful.”

“Is something wrong?” You asked.

He nodded then shook his head. “I’ll be fine.” He laid back down beside you. “Now that my nerves are gone, I suppose I am a bit more excitable.”

You smiled. “I see.” Rolling over you curled up against his body. “I uhm…I wouldn’t mind if you got excited again. I mean, what else have we to do today anyways?”

“Nothing I suppose.” he gave you a soft delicate kiss. “We should be careful though. I would hate for Ms. Nita to come looking for us and find us in the middle of practicing.”

You giggled and placed your arms around him. “Then let's close the curtains.”

[frauleinfunf]

Gus: You want him, Graye? You can go ahead and take him. You just gotta go through me.

Adrian: What?

Gus: You heard me! You wanna take Hunter back to the castle against his will? You gotta come through me.

Willow: And me!

Adrian: Is this a joke? I'm not gonna be threatened by two little kids!

Willow: You don't wanna mess with us.

Gus: She's a hair-puller.

Bump: And you're not just dealing with two little kids.

Amity: You're dealing with all of us.

Boscha; Except me.

Amity: Except Boscha.

Boscha: I don't care what happens.

[yeonzzzn]

second in command: yang jungwon

a break the chain series: three / seven

pairing: jungwon x afab!reader word count: 3.5k

synopsis: jungwon’s leadership and being second in command position gets tested when him, you, heeseung and his mate go on a mission to gather intel to stop the next upcoming war. things go south and you have a fight for your life.

genre: established relationship, vampire!jungwon, vampire!reader, suggestive content, biker!jungwon

warnings: swearing, blood mentions, reader struggles with their new vampire powers, jungwon gets a bit handsy, death mentions.

prt 1: vampires bleeding | prt 2: you complete me

☾ heeseung(1) | jake(2) | jungwon(3) | sunghoon(4) | sunoo(5) | niki(6) | jay(7) ☽

“You can’t go alone!!” Jay snapped, slamming his fists onto the table, the royal guard and officials narrowing their eyes down at Jay. 

Heeseung caught their stares, pleading with Jay with his eyes to stay calm, “I am the king, I can go alone if I wish to.” Heeseung hated having to play the role of an asshole with the officials around. But if he didn’t…he didn’t want to find out what control they would try and take over. 

“Babe,” Heeseung’s mate said, placing her hand on top of his, “Jay is right, it’s too dangerous. Take me with—“ 

“No!” He interrupted, fully taking her hand in his, “If something happens to you I…” Heeseung broke his king persona, holding his mate's hand tightly and not caring what the royals thought, “I can’t lose you.” 

“Then take us instead!!” Jay yelled, pointing his hands at the whole pack, “We held our own perfectly fine before you officially became king, and we can do it again.” 

E cleared his throat, a sure enough sign that Heeseung needed to take back control. 

His face hardened and glared at Jay, “I said no. That’s final.” 

At that moment, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Niki all started shouting. Their mates sat idle as they watched their men fight. 

Jungwon crossed his arms over his chest, making eye contact with Heeseung. Heeseung nodded at Jungwon. 

Heeseung’s eyes shined their gold at the same time as Jungwon's burned crimson. Both males stood to their feet, hands gripping the edge of the table, “SHUT UP!” Both males growled, gritting their teeth. 

The other males sat quietly now, looking back and forth between their king and leader, their brothers. The power those two have at this moment even had the royal's hands shaking. 

Jungwon looks back at Heeseung, “With all respect, my king, you don’t need to go alone.” 

Heeseung’s golden eyes faded, turning back to their natural color. He sat back down, folding his hands together, “What do you suggest then, second in command?” 

Jungwon’s eyes slowly faded, tilting his head at his king, “We go together.” 

Jay opened his mouth to say something, but Heeseung’s piercing eyes shut him up quickly. 

You pulled at your mate’s shirt, “Wonnie…” 

Heeseung’s mate also pulled at him, eyes pleading. 

Heeseung looked between you, Jungwon, and his mate, face in a concentration of debate. 

E cleared his throat again, Heeseung tilting his head to the side towards his courtier, “As second in command, Jungwon will accompany me…along with our mates.” 

You relaxed, hand still clinging to your mate. You look at the queen, seeing the relief also on her face. 

Jay locked his jaw, clenching his fists at his side. 

You felt bad for Jay, you knew how much going on this mission meant for him ever since you all caught word that Lilly was attempting to rally forces in a town a week's worth of travel. After what she did to his old apartment and threatened his mate…you could only imagine how badly he wanted to be the one to take on this mission. But that’s exactly why Heeseung was so against it, mostly when the royals won’t let all of the boys go. They made it clear to Heeseung that they didn’t want him going at all, but this wasn’t about Heeseung’s power as the king, he couldn’t lose his family and made the choice to go. Jungwon going as second in command only made sense, Heeseung wasn’t even sure if he wanted Jungwon with him, but with him being king and Won being the leader of the pack AND second in command…they would be unstoppable against Lilly and the small army she could have, but that’s if she was alone or had a small circle. 

Before you knew it, the four of you (along with E and M and a small number of soldiers parked in a town over) were now in an old run-down hotel, the perfect disguise to hide from Lilly. Or so you had hoped. 

Jungwon traced a finger down the side of your face, “What's on your mind, my love? Are you thirsty? I can grab you a blood bag.” 

You were still trying to get used to your vampire life. Yeah, it’s been two years, but it wasn’t just something to get used to. Jungwon always comforted you and said that it would take time and that you didn’t get the change the rest of them got. They were forced to change and were pushed out into the world to feed and figure things out on their own, you wanted this. You had the support of Jungwon and the other males to help guide you, but it wasn’t easy. 

Something has always felt off about your changing, something you couldn’t put your finger on. You felt like you were the main character in an anime waiting for something bad to happen to their character development. The only thing that came easy to you was drinking the blood bags and running faster. Having super hearing still bothered you to an extent, feeling and hearing the heartbeats of the other pack members was also something that you struggled with, mostly when someone else was feeling down, just like how Jake was recently. It pained you to feel that pain he was feeling and not be able to do anything about it or to push it off. 

The others were strong, Sunghoon and Sunoo’s mates were lucky in one aspect of not dealing with the same things. They felt it too, just not to the same extent. 

You shook your head, finally answering your mate after being silent, “No, Wonnie, I am okay.” 

He leaned back against the headboard of the bed and pulled your back to his chest, resting his hands on your thighs and squeezing them, “Then what’s wrong my love?” he slowly traced his hands up your thighs and to your hips, brushing his nose against your ear, “Is there something else you want? Or want to talk about?”

You could smell the scent of his arousal and could feel it hardening against your back. His lips kissed the shell of your ear then moved down to below your jaw, that sweet spot on your neck Jungwon loved kisses so much. 

You tilted your head, giving him more access to you. His hand had moved to your waist and kept going up and up to cup your breasts. His fangs pricked your neck and his breathing became uneven, “I want to sink my teeth into you.” 

One thing Jungwon loved was the taste of your blood and loved even more that your taste didn’t change after you turned. He gets just as high of your blood as he did before. Vampires don’t normally feed on other vampires, unless for specific reasons. Jungwon’s reason just so happened to be because he’s in love with you, you’re mates, and he just really loves your blood. 

“Then do it,” you whisper, tilting your head even more for him. 

“Tell me what’s on your mind, baby,” he whispers into your neck, his fangs coming to their full point and sinking into your skin. You gasp softly, your own arousal increasing as he presses his body closer to yours and his hands squeeze your breasts as he sucks your blood down his throat. 

You snapped your thoughts back to his question and not knowing what to say. How can you tell him you’re not feeling yourself and that you’re worried about being here? It would put Jungwon’s focus on you instead of where it should be. 

Jungwon removed his fangs, flattening his tongue to lick the sprinkle of blood that came out, and then pressed a kiss to the wounds, watching as they closed. 

He wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly why you were acting differently. Jungwon has had to deal with six brothers and their emotions and since he’s their leader…he knows how to pick up the senses. 

So he takes your chin between his fingers and forces you to look up at him, “Baby, being an undead creature takes time to get used to, it’s not some walk in the park.” 

You averted your eyes from him, looking at the peeling wallpaper on the wall. 

He squeezed your chin, forcing your eyes to look back at him, him using his leadership power, “I’ve said it before, you were created willingly, I had full consent to turn you. You didn’t have to go through the painful experiences the rest of us had to,” he let go of your chin and brushed the side of your face, “Nothing is wrong with you. You’ll find your missing pieces and be the best damn vampire around.” 

You shrugged, “Kind of hard to do that when I am mated to the leader of our pack and who is second in command to the king.” 

Jungwon smiled and pulled you to his lips, “I love you,” he whispered between kisses, “You’re perfect.” 

You deepen the kiss and press yourself harder against his chest, feeling his length twitch against you. 

“Keep it up and I’ll have to put you on your back,” he groans, nipping his fangs on your bottom lip. 

You smirked, ready to test his patience until he pulled away from you. His fangs retracted and his eyes became focused. 

You felt it too, that pull. Heeseung was calling for him. 

Jungwon quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead and was at the door in seconds, his bike helmet on his head and leather jacket being pulled to his body. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how hot it was that he rode a bike. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked, pressing your knees to your chest. 

“Heeseung and the scouts caught Lilly’s scent.” 

You quickly stood to your feet, rushing to the door, “Let me come too!” 

Jungwon set you back on the bed, “No, please stay here. __ is downstairs too, Heeseung didn’t let her go either.” 

You wanted to protest, but if the queen wasn’t allowed to go, what made you think you’d be allowed to? 

You lifted up his visor, staring deeply into his brown eyes, “Come back to me,” you whispered, “I love you.” 

“I always do,” he said, cupping your face between his gloved hands, “I love you too.” 

Then he was gone. The sound of his bike fading out into the distance. 

—

Heeseung was already waiting for him. Jungwon made sure to park his bike further enough away and run the rest of the path on foot, quickly kneeling down beside Heeseung, staring off at a village beneath the hill they perched on. 

“My king,” Jungwon said, knowing some official guards sat off in the distance at another hill, listening…always listening. 

Heeseung cocks his head, playing the same game, “Second in command.” He hated this, truly. Having to play and act like he’s above his pack when in reality he doesn’t think of such things. He honestly couldn’t wait until this was all over and everyone could go back home, forgetting the castle and the responsibilities. 

“Did the queen give you hell?” Jungwon asked, his lips curling a bit, not being able to hide his playfulness. 

Heeseung chuckled, “Oh yeah,” he sighed, “YN?” 

Jungwon narrowed his eyes down at the village, noticing how quiet it was, “She tried,” It did honestly kill Jungwon to leave you behind, to not have you right here beside him. You’ve been training hard back at the castle, he knows you could hold your own, but sometimes he forgets you aren’t human anymore, that you aren’t fragile. You’re strong, so strong. He’d honestly love to see how you’d fight alongside him, but that fear of losing you…that outweighs it all, “Something feels off,” he changed the subject, “I can sense everyone in that village except Lilly.” 

Heeseung nodded, “Me too. That’s why I called you, to make sure I wasn’t going crazy.” 

Something indeed was off. Because you felt it too, the confusion Jungwon and Heeseung felt. The air at the old hotel grew thicker, more uneasy. 

“You feel it too?” The queen said, not with words, but the pull she sent down the pack bond towards you. 

You swallowed, “Yes…something is wrong.” 

You stood from the bed, body shaking as you walked to the door of your room, before you could even touch the door handle, the door flew open and closed and a knife was hovering above your neck. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you officially, YN.” 

Anger pitted within you, “I’d say the same, but I didn’t want to meet you.” 

She laughed, inching the knife closer. You didn’t have to even look at the weapon to know that it’s the exact same material the vampire kings are given to use in fights. The same type Heeseung used against __ all that time ago. 

With that realization, you started to panic.

“Nuh uh, none of that,” she whispered getting closer to your ear, “I don’t need you sending a signal to your pack—“ she sighs, “Too late, I assume.” With her free hand, she waved at the door, a purple aura forming around it and the room's walls. You swallowed, she learned the witch's magic too. Banging came from the other side, the queen screaming out your name. “Guess it’s true that it takes a while for newly turned to control projecting their emotions.” 

You tilted your head up, narrowing your eyes, “You were born a vampire.” 

Lilly laughed again, “Of course I was, it was a blessing, really. Vampire babies born between two vampire parents are so very rare, but I was part of that rare percentage.” 

You felt it then, the power she has. You weren’t there when the pack took down Dorian, so you had no clue how terrible he was, but you could feel it within Lilly, “What do you want?” 

You could feel her hot breath on your ear, her long dark red hair flowing over your shoulder, “I was expecting Jay and his mate to be here, we have…unfinished business, I suppose you’d say. But alas, you’re here instead. Dorian wanted you just as much as Jay’s mate, so you’d have to do.” 

“That doesn’t answer the question,” you snapped, her body tightened harder against yours, and the knife moved a few inches closer to your throat. 

“You want the real answer?” she smirks, “I want your king's head.” 

__’s banging on the other side of the door grew more desperate at the mention of the threat on her mate’s life. 

Lilly just laughs, “Sadly, your mate is with him and I know I can’t take’em both alone, not yet. My army isn’t ready. But,” she sighs, “The sniper I have parked in the village will be taking out Jungwon any minute now.” 

Your panic rose, body shaking as you pushed every ounce of warning to your mate, knowing the queen already was sending signals to Heeseung and the rest of the pack. 

Jungwon’s heart was racing fast, “She’s not even in the fucking village!!” he snapped, his anger fueling as his need to get back to you quickly. 

Heeseung felt his mate’s words through the bond, his eyes widening, quickly reaching for Jungwon, “GET DOWN!” Heeseung barely had Jungwon to the grass, when the sniper bullet pierced through his shoulder, “FUCK!” 

Jungwon quickly placed his hands on his king’s shoulder, “You’re healing fast, just breathe.”

Heeseung shoved Jungwon away, “I know!” he snapped, “I don’t care about some gunshot wound, we need to get back to our mates!! Lilly has YN.” 

Jungwon was back on his bike in seconds, Heeseung jumping on with him, completely forgetting about the royal guard. 

“Your mates are on the way,” Lilly growled, “So are the rest of the pack, so much for them following orders.” 

You took a deep breath and then moved, quickly dipping yourself to the floor, pulling her arm above your head, flipping her over you. But Lilly worked just as quickly, her hand attached to your neck, pinning you to the hard floor, the tip of the knife pointing above your collarbone. 

You stared at her with piercing eyes, she gave them right back at you, “I wanted to take you alive and finish what Dorian started, to kidnap each female one by one and finish his legacy!” she snapped, baring her teeth, “But you’re proving to be more problems than you’re worth, and now with your mates and the pack on the way, I don’t have time to waste,” she dug the tip into your skin, “I’ll just kill you now.” 

Lilly pushed the knife in, the burning of the metal hissed at your skin, and inside, your screams echoed through the walls, making Jungwon shake to his core at the distance away he was, he could feel you dying. 

You started to hyperventilate, digging your nails into Lilly’s arms.  She pushed the knife as far as it could go, quickly pulled it out, and shoved it back in on another spot closer to your neck. 

The world slowed, the whole thing you could hear was Jungwon’s heartbeat from miles away, the screams of your queen as she tried to tear away at the door through the magic, and the anger of your pack as they ran as fast as they could. The light was slipping from you, your vision blurry. 

“You’re stronger than that!” Heeseung shoved down the pack bond, “Don’t let her win. FIGHT.” 

You closed your eyes, not knowing if you had the strength to even attempt. 

“Baby,” it was Jungwon this time, “I can’t lose you, please. You’re perfect. I love you. I love you.” 

Lilly pulled the knife out and shoved it back in and darkness consumed you. 

Jungwon was at the door, screaming, tears rolling down his face, and threatening Lilly, he felt your light fading. Heeseung did too as he clawed at the door with Jungwon. 

Within the darkness, you saw a yellow light, a spark. Some type of energy that coursed through you…powering you. “Don’t give up…please.” 

Jungwon fell to his knees, hanging his head low. Every ounce of will he had to live was slowly fading as he was losing you. 

Heeseung was yelling at him, but no words reached his ears. All there was—was silence. 

The yellow electricity flowed through you, small sparks radiated off your arms. 

Lilly raised her brows, “What the hell…?” 

Jungwon’s eyes widened, “What?” 

Your vision came back along with a flash of yellow, knocking Lilly off you and dropping the purple shield. 

Jungwon, Heeseung, and __ rushed into the room, seeing you standing slowly up from the floor, yellow electricity flowing through your whole body and covering your arms. 

You looked down and you smiled. Your missing puzzle piece…this was your power. What made you whole. 

You looked up to your pack members, making eye contact with your mate. He had fallen to his knees, tears staining his eyes as he looked at you. 

“Well, that’s new,” Lilly scoffs. You whipped your head to her, seeing blood dripping from her side where your blast hit her hard, along the half the wall behind you blown to pieces, the moonlit sky pouring in. Lilly took one last look at you and then at your mates, glaring at Heeseung, “Your pack really is something.” She smirks, “See ya!” She jumped from the building and was gone in a flash. 

You took a step to go after her, but your newfound power drained you, dropping you to the floor. 

“YN!” Jungwon cried as he was now at your side, holding you close to him. Your electricity shocked him, but he didn’t care, you were alive. You were alive. 

Your brain went dizzy and your power shimmered down, “What…what is this?” 

Heeseung knelt beside you and Jungwon, brows furrowed in confusion, “A gift is what we are going to call it for right now.” 

Jungwon pulled you closer, his tears dropping against your skin, “I felt you die…” he said with a shaky voice, fingers clinging to your body, “I felt your last heartbeat.” 

That’s right, you were on the edge of death before your power came through. You touched your mate's face, rubbing your thumb against his cheek, “It’s okay Wonnie, I am right here.” 

Jungwon pressed his lips to yours, cupping his hands to your face, breathing you in, “You can bet your sweet ass I am never leaving your side again.” 

You smiled against his lips, holding him tight. 

Heeseung stood to his feet, pulling his mate to his arms, and sighed, “This is going to be one hell of a talk with the others.” 

Jungwon nodded, resting his forehead against yours, “Is it because I am the leader? Is something wrong with my venom?” 

Heeseung didn’t have an answer, but once they were all back at the castle, he knew the answers would come. 

“Let’s wait for the rest to get here, brainstorm, then head back. I’m sure the royals know about this.” 

Jungwon pulled you both to your feet, his hands holding yours tightly. 

You weren’t sure what was going to happen next, but you sure as hell felt alive now and Jungwon was sure his second in command position was about to be threatened.

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