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IMAGINE Human Turned Vampire Touya Todoroki

Takes place at the university level; there is some lore about him. Here is some lore of the University, it is open ended though.

Here is Ghost Izuku, Werewolf!Katsuki, Vampire Shouto

Sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes. There is purely word vomit within headcanon format. Word Count: 1, 700+

TW: Alcohol drinking, monsters, reading monster romance

Human! Touya comes from an interesting, complicated family. He was not always a vampire. He was human, just like everyone in the world, along with his siblings. In short, his mother's vampire genetics were dormant growing up just like the rest of his siblings. 

Human! Touya was the one who had the roughest transition when it came to living in the mortal world into a world where there were monsters in every corner when he was a teenager. He does understand why his family had to move at once, only taking things that would fit in a backpack. It does not make it easier to get used to it. 

Human! Touya had to transfer into a new high school along with his sister in the middle of the school year. They were the new students in the high school where it is mixed with humans and monsters. They had to enroll with different names which took a while to get used to and respond to. 

Human! Touya has a vampirism virus running through its veins. The only way to awaken that virus is by dying. However, his body is already acting as if he is a full-fledged vampire; his body craves drinking blood, even more as he gets older. 

Human! Touya and his siblings would have to resort to drinking a special drink created by a witch to make it more manageable. It satisfies the hunger for blood. They would also have the same struggles that vampires would, like being deathly allergic to real silver and not being able to be around certain flowers.

But in the Human! Touya’s situation, the witch had to make it stronger for him seeing how his body is craving more than the special drink could offer, which is why he is always walking around with two metal bottles. He is running through his slash faster than his siblings which is raising concern from his mother and the witch who has been helping them. 

Human! Touya does not want to admit to it and ignoring the possibility of what his father has done to his body is now catching up to him. He volunteered on numerous trails with his father before he became obsessive and lost his damn mind. 

When Human! Touya entered the Arcane University, one of the prestigious universities of the country that only allowed supernatural creatures with few expectations. A part of the reason he decided to go to this university is because he has a lower chance of attacking a human by accident. It is already getting harder to use solely the special drink that is losing its effect. At Least the students in this university are allowed to defend themselves using whatever they want. 

At the age of nineteen, Human! Touya was starting to feel like he was having better control of his bloodthirst and having a group of friends that are annoying but look out for him. He was figuring out his life, until it got ripped away from him quite literally. 

A fatal car accident that should have killed everyone in the car that got pushed off the road and rolled down the mountain. If it was not for mostly everyone being part monster, not a simple car accident can kill them. Injured them, yes, but to kill them, no. 

It was a blur for Human! Touya who was between life and death barely hanging on consciousness. He was hanging upside down feeling his bones broken and in extreme pain. He got dragged out of the demolished car by his friends. 

Touya had died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital to get brought back to find himself laying in one of the carts of a morgue at the basement of the hospital. Thankfully, the mortician was a monster and was not surprised at the sight of the blanket rising before being removed to show his face making eye contact with the mortician who was already getting a blood bag ready for him. 

Vampire! Touya took much longer to adjust to his new body and bloodthirst. He will occasionally slip up before catching himself what he is doing. Arcane University was flexible with him, and he was one of the few students who got told about the news before it was officially announced to the rest of the student body. That Arcane University that was once only exclusive for monsters is now being open to normies aka original humans. 

Vampire! Touya told the school to do what they wanted. He must learn to control his bloodthirst eventually. They offered him if he wanted to opt out from the classes that have humans. The only reason they are offering him this choice is due to being a newly turned vampire within a year. The higher chances of losing control. 

When the new semester started with the normies on campus, Vampire! Touya got territory and possession over his living space that he thankfully shares with one of his friends to keep the normies out of their room. He stayed in the frat house along with his friends. He is an asshole to the new students that were able to pass the test to get into this frat house. 

Vampire! Touya was not expecting to meet someone from the past before he entered the world of the supernatural completely. Someone that was extremely closed and forced to abruptly cut ties with you. A human at that. You were not mad but wanted to know how he was since it has been years. 

Vampire! Touya was not counting on catching up with you and started to hang out with you due to having the same classes. It just happened overtime. You even recognized him with his black hair instead of his natural white hair. 

Vampire! Touya was not starting to gain feelings with you. You were respectful to his space and always announcing your presence anyway you could without catching him off-guard.

Vampire! Touya was not guarding you like a guard dog during the parties from other creatures who are using the party to feed on humans. He was getting beer bottles from different coolers that were your original beer, unlike the others that were mortified and stronger for demons to get drunk. He kept his eye out for you, but also made it known to the other blood sucking creatures that you are his prey. Even though he has thought about how your blood would taste but never acted on these thoughts. 

Vampire! Touya and you get together after a frat-party forced confession, due to something bringing in true serum alcoholic drinks. 

Vampire! Touya likes being referred to as your boyfriend by your normie friends. Other students, including supernatural creatures, know you are his. As possessive as that sounds, he likes it knowing that someone needs to be extra dumb to mess with you. 

Vampire!Touya really tries his best to take you out to places that you haven't seen, including spots that are normie friendly. Not a lot of humans know about it.

Vampire! Touya acts like he knows what he is doing but does not know at all. He never passionately kissed someone until you came along. You were really his first for typical couple things which made him anxious to fuck something up.

Vampire! Touya has thought about telling you what he is but decided against it. After seeing some pathetic first-year student crying his heart out after getting broken up with his girlfriend. Due to breaking the rule of letting normal people talk about the supernatural. Her memories were manipulated to forget about the supernatural realm. 

Vampire! Touya is being dragged along to double dates by his girlfriend, but as much he is annoyed. He does not mind it if he gets to see you smile and have fun. It also provides plenty of blackmail on Tenko, being a lovesick loser, who glares at him whenever he sees him having his phone out. Unknowingly, Tenko was also blackmailing him. They are both lovesick losers whose girlfriend has them wrapped around their fingers. 

Vampire! Touya wanted to get the phone out of Tenko's hand, but the demon kept avoiding his attacks. He had a picture of him holding the girl's purse and holding their stuff as they went to the restroom at the movie theater. He was wearing goof ass enlarge sunglasses from the photo booth.

Vampire! Touya for the Halloween party, he slapped some fake blood on him and cut up old shirts with his black leather jacket. He completely let his fangs out. Himiko held all of them hostage because their costumes were not good. Himiko put on some eyeliner and some makeup to make him more like a sexy vampire, instead of a Walmart vampire. 

Vampire! Touya did not expect to see you flustered seeing him with his fangs. He looked even more attractive, including his fangs. It matched his aesthetic. He also made a mental note to buy Himiko the next stash of blood bags, because you enjoyed his costume more than you were willing to be vocal about it. 

When it was a Vampire! Touya’s turn to the person who finds people in the frat house in the hide and seek game. He targeted humans to make their blood pressure spike up and smell their fear. It did not help that he let out an unhinged laugh when the lights were off stalking people and scaring them. He was terrifying, having his icy blue eyes glowing in the night. 

Bonus: When everyone is wasted, Mina the succubus demon drunkenly outed a bunch of girls for reading monsterfucker or monster romance books due to the book club. You were horrified and hiding your face from his mischievous stare. Touya felt relieved. You would not take the news of him being a vampire too hard if you are already reading books with humans falling in love with monsters. 

You found his vampire form to be attractive, not knowing it was still him. You could not keep your eyes from him. He teased nibbling your neck to only get flustered with his behavior, but you did not push him away or was vocal about it. You liked it.

Please feel free to ask me anything to request anything within this universe. I am sucker to supernatural au.

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V - THE ABSOLUTE PIECE

Summary: you faced the terrifying reality as the tests clearly confirmed just how unique your blood was. Overwhelmed by the truth, you made the decision to flee, desperate for a moment of solitude to reconsider not only the events of the past few days but the very path your life had just taken. You returned to the hideout where you had once lived, seeking refuge in the crumbling remnants of your past. But little did you know, someone had already been searching for you...

Warnings: vampires, vampire Dabi, vampire Hawks, rebellion leader Aizawa

WCT: circa 1.9k

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The silence in Aizawa’s office was unnatural. It didn’t hum with peace or comfort. It was the kind of quiet that preceded something terrible, something irreversible — a kind silence that waited to be shattered.

Every breath you took felt shallow, edged with unease, your pulse a traitorous, frantic drumbeat in your ears.

The parchment lay between you and Aizawa like a loaded gun, its contents far heavier than the fragile paper could bear.

You stared at it.

The words swam before your eyes, each syllable a cruel puzzle you refused to piece together.

“Your blood is unique,” Aizawa said at last, his voice even, measured, but there was an undertow of something serious.

Something terrifying.

Your fingers twitched, digging into the fabric of your sleeve. “I—” The word withered in your throat before it could form. You tried again. “No.”

Aizawa’s gaze was unwavering. “Yes.”

Your stomach lurched. “That’s not possible.”

“It is.”

You barely breathed. “It’s not possible.” Your words felt like they belonged to someone else. “I’m no one.” The words tumbled out before you could stop them, desperate, a plea wrapped in denial. “I’ve always been nobody. I’m just— just another piece of debris in this world. One more person waiting to be swallowed whole. That’s what we all are now.”

Aizawa exhaled, slow and deliberate. “You were never no one,” he muttered. “And now, you might be the only one who can change things.”

Your stomach twisted. You wanted to deny it, wanted to tear the words apart before they could take root in your mind.

But Aizawa wasn’t finished.

“Your blood fights the virus,” he continued, voice grim. “It not just resists the virus — your blood fights it. The infection that turned people into vampires? It should have touched you by now. It should have started breaking you down. But it hasn’t.” He tapped a finger against the paper on the table. “Your blood is pure. It’s like a fragment of what humanity was before this all started.”

Your heart pounded.

“So what?” you snapped, something bitter, desperate curling in your throat. “That doesn’t change anything. Vampires still rule the world. Humans are still dying.” Your nails dug into your palms. “This won’t save anyone.”

Aizawa’s dark eyes hardened.

“It could,” he said, the quiet weight of his words sinking into the cracks of your disbelief. “If there’s a way to replicate it, to understand its nature — this could be what we need to fight back.”

You clenched your jaw, shoving away the sick, sinking feeling clawing its way into your chest. “What if I don’t want to be part of your cause?”

Aizawa’s gaze didn’t waver. “Then you’re a fool.”

Something inside you snapped.

“I never asked for this,” you hissed. “I never wanted to be anything more than what I am. Do you even hear yourself? You’re putting everything on me like I’m some— some fucking cure.”

The words felt like poison spilling from your lips, but you couldn’t stop them.

“I’ve seen what the world is, Aizawa,” you sighed, voice shaking. “I’ve watched it rot. Humans aren’t going to win. This isn’t some noble fight for survival. It’s the last flickering moments before inevitable extinction.”

A silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating.

Then — Aizawa sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose like a man who had lived too long, seen too much. “I used to be a hero,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Before the Night of Ash.”

You froze.

His voice was steady as he continued, “I was a professional hero,” he told you, looking at you again. “I dedicated my life to protecting people. To saving them.” His fingers twitched slightly at his sides. “I watched the world crumble. I saw people burn, saw heroes fall. But I didn’t stop.”

Another breath. Another pause.

“And I won’t stop now.”

His voice was steel, cutting through the weight of your denial like a blade.

He straightened, stepping closer, towering over you with that unyielding presence of a man who refused to let the world break him. “I don’t care if you believe in this or not,” he claimed. “But the truth doesn’t care what you believe. Sangreal will come for you. The moment they realize what you are, you’re dead. And oh, they will. I'm absolutely certain they've already heard about the mercy Dabi granted you.”

The words settled like ice along your spine.

“They will hunt you,” Aizawa continued, slow, methodical, as if carving each syllable into the marrow of your bones. “They will rip this entire Dreg apart if it means getting to you.”

Your throat closed.

The reality of it pressed down on you like chains of suffocation.

You didn’t want to be a part of this. You never wanted to be a part of anything. And suddenly, you couldn’t breathe.

The walls felt too close, the ceiling too low, the lantern light too dim, too fragile, like it might be swallowed by the dark at any second.

Your chair scraped against the stone as you stumbled to your feet. “I need— I need air.”

Aizawa didn’t move to stop you.

But as you turned, his voice followed. 

“You might not believe in us,” he murmured. “But the Sangreal will believe in you.”

You left the chamber, leaving Aizawa behind.

But his words clung to you like thick, suffocating mud, seeping into every fiber of your being, just as the mire clutches at fabric when one falls helplessly into a swamp.

You moved like a shadow, slipping through the winding tunnels of the rebellion’s hideout until the air grew colder, the lantern lights faded, and the weight of the underground began to give way to the ashen sky above.

No one noticed you leave. Or so you thought.

The moment Hawks touched down in the safe zone, his golden-black eyes sharp with an unreadable intensity, he knew exactly where to go. He walked with purpose toward Aizawa’s office, his red wings fluttering briefly, sending a soft flurry of ash to the ground as he entered. “She’s gone, hasn’t she?” Hawks’ voice was laced with a quiet, almost bitter certainty. His gaze flickered briefly to Aizawa as he spoke with a piercing look. "You really should be better at keeping track of important people, Eraserhead."

Aizawa’s jaw clenched, his hand instinctively rising to rub the bridge of his nose. The weight of the situation was pressing down on him more than he was willing to admit. “She left after hearing the truth. I’m certain she went to her chamber,” Aizawa replied, his tone tight, his usual composure slipping for just a moment.

Hawks stepped further into the room, his expression hardening. “She was near the entrance earlier,” he admitted, his voice flat. “So I came straight here to let you know.”

Aizawa’s hand dropped to the desk, the tension radiating from his body unmistakable. His breath came out in a sharp exhale as his eyes darted to the door.

Recovery Girl, who had been standing quietly by Aizawa’s side, let out a soft, frustrated sigh. Her voice was gentle but carried an unspoken weight. “She’s scared, Shota,” she murmured, her eyes downcast as she placed a hand on Aizawa’s shoulder.

Aizawa’s fists clenched, his jaw tight enough to crack. His gaze locked on Hawks. "Keigo," he growled, his voice icy. "Find her."

Hawks nodded as he prepared to leave. 

But Aizawa wasn’t done.

His eyes flashed with a cold fury, his sneer cutting through the tension like a knife. "And when she gets back," he continued, his tone dark and full of venom, "I swear to God, I’ll lock her ass in her chamber and keep her there until the end of time."

“Shota…” Recovery Girl started but he silenced her by raising his hand.

Aizawa’s fingers curled into a fist on the edge of the desk, his teeth gritted. “She’s a liability,” he muttered, his words cold and calculated. But even as he said it, a deeper, more gnawing feeling coiled in his stomach — a feeling that only grew more pronounced with every passing second.

Because you weren’t just a liability.

No, you were far more than that.

You were the most important piece in this entire game. And apparently, you had slipped out of the safe zone, heading straight into the unknown.

The world outside the safe zone was a corpse, the remnants of humanity rotting beneath the rule of creatures who no longer needed the sun.

You had nowhere else to go. So you went back to the place you lived in before the accident with low-class vampires.

The ruined flat hadn’t changed. The walls were still crumbling, the furniture still broken, the windows still shattered.

It was exactly how you had left it — a graveyard of broken furniture, shattered glass, and long-dead plants.

You slipped inside, stepping over the wreckage of what used to be a cabinet, ignoring the familiar ache in your chest.

Your barricade was still there. A worn-out sofa, an overturned armchair, pieces of wood you had dragged from the wreckage of other rooms.

You curled up behind it, pressing your back against the cold wall, pulling your knees right under your chin. 

But sleep wouldn’t come.

Your thoughts swirled, your heartbeat thrumming like a war drum against your ribs. You stared at the decrepit wall on the other side of the room.

Everything that had happened in the past few days felt like a fever dream.

A former Sangreal Hunter had saved you.

You were different.

Sangreal would come for you.

Your hands trembled.

Then — a sound pulled you straight out of thoughtfulness.

A shift. A creak.

Something moving on the staircase a floor below.

Your breath hitched, and you froze.

A floorboard creaked.

The footsteps were slow. Deliberate. Closer and closer.

Your stomach twisted, your entire body locking up as pure, primal fear shot through your veins. Your pulse pounded. Your breath came too fast. Your body screamed to run, to hide, to disappear.

Then another sound.

Your hands clasped over your mouth, muffling your breathing. Your heartbeat slammed in your ears, wild, panicked, like an animal caught in a cage. You moved before you could think, crawling under the rotting bed, pressing yourself flat against the cold, dirty floor.

The footsteps reached the door of your hideout.

There was a heartbeat of silence.

And then—

Fire. 

A sudden whoosh of blue flames, searing hot, deadly, engulfing the barricade you had built.

The sofa and armchair disintegrated instantly, turning to blackened ash in the blink of an eye.

You let out a soft whimper, certain that this was the moment of your inevitable end.

Smoke curled upward, licking the ceiling like the tendrils of a waking nightmare.

A figure stepped through the embers, tall, lean, wrapped in shadow and dying embers. Boots crunched against the charred remnants of your last defense.

Then came a voice, low, rough, yet smooth like silk caught on the edge of a blade, and way too familiar. “You’re an idiot if you thought I wouldn’t find you. I could smell your blood from miles away.”

Shattered glass crunched beneath heavy boots as the figure moved — slow, unhurried, like a hunter savoring the final moment before the kill. Then, with the grace of a predator, the person crouched, leaned down, and peered beneath the bed.

There he was.

Dabi.

He was grinning, with a glint in his mesmerizing, turquoise eyes that said, without mercy or question, that he had found exactly what he was looking for.

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Summary: You go searching for the hot vampire you saw and you get exactly what you want

Pairing: Vampire!Dabi/ Human Fem Reader

Content Warning: Enthusiastic Consent, Fear Play, Chasing, Blood, Blood Kink, Choking, Biting, Fingering, Rough Sex, Public Sex, Sex in the Woods, Clothed Sex, Mind Break (kinda??),

Word Count: 3.6k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Happy Halloween! Final part of my Halloween posts! The entire idea for these are technically because of @candycandy00 , so this is mostly thanks and dedicated to you candy! 💕💕

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The first time you saw him, you were...intrigued.

Dark scars contrasting pale skin like a mosaic, gleaming silver staples holding him together, pure white hair, shining like a halo. Yet the most prominent thing about him were his eyes.

Piercing blue, almost glowing. You've never quite seen anything like it. It was breathtaking. It was unnatural. It was beautiful.

And when he met your gaze, there was something...off...about him.

Maybe it was the way he seemed to catalogue everything about you in a single glance, maybe it was the gleam in his eyes as he looked at you, head tilted. Maybe it was the way he smirked; like he found a new toy.

No, not a toy. Prey.

Whatever it was, an uneasiness settled in your stomach.

He's not human. You know of them of course, the vampires that go bump in the night, though this is the first time you've been knowingly in the pressence of one.

You walked away with the feel of his eyes on your back and something dangerous settling in beside the unease within you.

*****

You thought that would be the last time you saw him.

You were wrong.

He was everywhere.

Like a shadow, he followed you; watching you, stalking you, hunting you, haunting you.

You would see him out of the corner of your eye, though when you looked, he was gone.

The feeling of being watched became a constant for you; fear a familiar friend.

And yet, after having grown accustomed to him, to that fear, you can't help the thrill that goes through you when you see him; the adrenaline rush in your veins whenever you feel his eyes on you, but you can't see him. The feeling of being hunted should be terrifying, and it is. Yet it's also so very exhilarating.

You know you're playing with fire, but you can't help it.

You wonder how it would all end.

You wonder when he would lose his patience.

*****

It happens when you decide to take a late night walk. Above you, the full moon glows with a tint of eerie red. A Blood moon, fitting for this night.

You know he's there, you caught a glimpse of white within the darkness, you can feel his eyes on you, and a shiver goes through you at what you plan to do.

You know this is where he frequents, practically his playground; it's why you're here. You crave to know him, to touch him, feel him; to have his hands on your body, his lips on your skin, his fangs in your neck.

And even through all of that, when he jumps down from the darkness of the trees above you, landing directly in front of you, the moment your eyes lock on his hypnotising azure gaze, on the vicious glee held within when you shriek in surprise, your instincts all immediately scream at you to run; because you are but a small prey in the presence of a predator.

You're running before you even process what you're doing, just following your instincts.

Running, running, running, your heart pounding, pounding, pounding.

The night air is crisp and cool against your face as you run. Your shoes hit the soft earth with the snap of twigs and crunch of leaves, branches snagging on your dress, tearing at the soft material and scraping your legs.

"I can smell you~" he rasps, his sultry voice sounding both distant and like he's directly next to you, all you see in the corner of your eye is that burning blue, before it disappears just as quickly.

"Run, little mouse," he coos, sounding like it's coming from behind you, making you turn your head back. But nothing is there.

"When I catch you, you're mine." His voice seems to come from multiple directions in the dark, and dread and excitement swirl deep in your gut, thighs burning as you run.

The thrill of the chase just adds to your excitement, knowing that the creature hunting you will inevitably catch you. And when he does, you will be at his mercy; his to do with as he wishes, his to use, his to claim, his to consume, body and soul.

The sudden silence blanketing your surroundings only amplify the heated fear, and all you can hear is your racing heartbeat, rushing blood, and the rustling of leaves.

The cold wind blows past you as he dances around you, playing with his prey as he darts around you, reaching out to brush surprisingly warm fingers along your skin, just to make you yelp.

The way he's so obviously playing with you somehow both makes you want to snarl and cry, and makes heat stir in your gut. It doesn't help that you catch a glimpse of a wide, feral grin whenever he's close enough to see it.

And then you stop seeing him.

You stop to catch your breath, every gulp of air dragging through your lungs, and you glance around wildly.

Having the vampire right on your heels is nerve-wracking enough, but the moments where he vanishes entirely are far worse.

Suddenly, you hear the rustling of leaves off to your side, and you automatically lash out, only for a scarred hand to grab your arm and press you into the rough surface of the trunk of a tree, a choked scream crawling up your throat.

Really, you should've known better than to try outrunning him.

You jerk and thrash automatically, the instinct to keep fighting and escape still present, but the vampire just keeps you pinned firmly against the tree, and only seeming amused at your squirming.

You force yourself to calm down, because not only will you acting like prey make this more dangerous than it already is, but this is exactly what you want! What you crave.

As you relax, a heated hand wraps around your throat, holding you in place, but not squeezing, and you're finally able to take in his appearance properly, and God, the sight of him with wild hair and an utterly unrestrained expression, grin so wide it looks like it hurts, as he drags his tongue over his teeth, the sharp points of his fangs glinting in the moonlight, is...Well, to put it simply, your underwear is drenched in your slick.

And this close, you realize that the pupils of his eyes are thin slits, like those of a cat's, and they're locked on you.

Chuckling darkly, he purrs, "Caught you, Sweetheart." His voice is a soot tinted velvet abyss, and you feel your knees buckle, but he keeps you where you are.

You pant, gasping for breath, as his thumb caresses the pulse point on your throat, the touch deceptively light and feathery.

He grabs your hip with his other hand, pulling you towards him; the heat radiating off him is almost suffocating as he towers over you, trapping you against the tree. "Now what's a pretty thing like you doing all the way out here, hm?" He tilts his head as his eyes rove over you like he's trying to figure out a puzzle.

You thought a vampire's skin would be ice cold, but he's practically a walking furnace; the feel of him disorienting you to the point of not answering.

Not that he seems to notice much.

A warm, wet tongue licks a stripe up your neck and your breath hitches at the sensation and slight sting of a scratch you didn't know was there, most likely from a branch.

The neckline of your dress is invitingly low, your neck and collarbones bare, and his hand on your throat slides to cup the side, tilting your head to lean in closer; slowly closing the distance inch by ruinous inch, until you could feel his breath against your skin, before burying his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder, nosing at the soft flesh there, inhaling deeply. "Fuck, you smell good.", he rumbles, his breath hot on your skin, his lips scorching where they brush, and you tremble in his hold, goosebumps raising in their wake.

"Oh?" His grip tightens on your hip and throat momentarily. "You want this, don't you?" His voice is a deep, amused purr, and you can feel him grinning against you.

"N-no, I—" you stutter, stupidly deciding to follow your first instinct at the shameful accusation; deny and lie through your teeth.

"Don't lie to me, Sweetheart. I can taste it." He presses his thumb to your racing pulse, licking over the small wound again. "Your blood at least knows how to be honest." he chuckles, taunting and mean.

You swallow thickly around the moan crawling up your throat, threatening to release.

"Well?" He murmurs, tapping his thumb against the hidden vein.

"Yes." You breathe, spilling your filthy truth and wicked desires.

He let's out a satisfied hum at your honesty and murmurs, "What's your name, sweet thing?", nipping at the sensitive skin.

You answer honestly, breathily, and he rewards you with a chaste kiss to your neck. "Touya.", he introduces himself in turn, and you think to yourself that it suits him.

"Mm, I want to taste you. Properly.", his thumb slides up to tip your chin up further, directing your eyes to meet his. "May I?"

You know he doesn't truly mean it, the question. It's merely an illusion of power, of consent, because really, what vampire asks their prey if they can eat?

He's simply humoring you, mocking you really, already knowing your answer but wanting to hear it.

Wanting to hear you so easily comply, willingly surrendering yourself, your dignity, to a creature of the night, a man you don't even know; laughably offering your very life force to an immortal.

He wants to hear the pathetic want of a mortal foolish enough to feel that way.

And yet.

"Please.", you sigh, sagging against him, a plea and a prayer as you bare your throat to him.

He breathes out a laugh. "Let's hope you don't regret it, hm?" His voice is a dark purr, a dangerous threat and a sweet promise, as he wastes no time in sinking his fangs into the soft skin of your neck.

You gasp when the sharp, stinging pain sets your shoulder and neck aflame as he pierces your flesh, marking you in a way no one ever has; your own teeth sinking into your bottom lip to contain your cries as a new heat washes through you, your hand moving up to tangle in his snowy hair, holding him to you.

His eyes roll back in ecstasy at the taste of your warm blood, his tongue laving against your skin as he sucks on your neck, feasting on it, and your grip tightens, tugging at the pale strands.

A low growl rumbles through his chest as he drinks from you, pulling you in impossibly closer, crowding you up agaisnt the tree, sliding his leg between your thighs, pressing up into your core. You absentmindedly grind down against him pathetically, panting; his hand on your hip sliding up to squeeze at your breast.

Already you're dripping as you grind your hips against his front, and moan when you can feel that he's hard for you.

He pulls away from your neck, seemingly reluctantly, his lips lingering on your skin momentarily.

His eyes are wild as he looks at you, pupils blown wide; grin broad and bloody, a single drop of blood trickling down the corner of his lips, and you think he's hauntingly beautiful.

"You taste divine." He breathes, and the tone is all dark pleasure, the low rumble in his chest a quiet constant, looking at you as though he's just found something precious; his hands roaming your frame reverently as he takes you in, licking up the stray blood from his lips.

A warm hand trails under and up your dress, and you gasp when he cups your clothed cunt.

"This is what you wanted, hm?" tilting his head, his eyes going to the wound he left on your neck, sluggishly bleeding. "Tsk, tsk, naughty little thing. Your blood doesn't lie, Angel.", he coos, rubbing slow circles into your clothed clit with his thumb, and you let out a shuddering moan. "And neither does your greedy body."

Hot shame rushes through you at your dirty desires being laid bare, at being claimed and devoured by this dark creature, and wanting it; enjoying it.

Nothing about this is okay.

And.

Yet.

Your needy whimper and glossy, pleading eyes looking up at him so prettily is all the answer he needs, and he smiles, sharp and vicious, and he leans in to let you taste it; taste his bloodstained lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. And like a fool, you kiss back, licking into his mouth; the coppery taste of your blood on his tongue adding to your primal desire.

He tears your panties off of you, the fabric falling apart easily with a loud rip, before immediately dipping two fingers into your sopping hole, curling them.

Your lips part on a gasping moan, eyes wide as you look at him, at that wolfish smile and gleaming fangs.

Your legs tremble as he spreads his fingers, scissoring you open, stretching you out for him. "Oh fuck~" you whine, nails digging into his forearm and bicep as you shamelessly grind down against him.

"More, more, Touya, please more." You babble, pleading and hoping he knows what you mean, because you can feel your orgasm nearing, but this isn't how you want to cum.

He just grins at you, because he knows, but feeling either merciful or impatient, or perhaps both, he pulls his fingers out with a squelch, quickly undoing his belt and pants, before lifting you, spreading your legs for him; the easy show of strength just making you burn that bit hotter, pussy throbbing.

"I've been waiting far too long for this." Touya sighs softly, the leaking tip of his cock teasing your wet folds, rubbing against your sensitive clit. "Don't worry, Princess, I'll give you exactly what you want."

He pushes in slowly, but completely, and your mind is gone, moaning long and low at the perfect stretch, trembling with how full you are all at once, as he splits you open on his cock, carving out a space within you just for him.

Tears roll down your cheek and he just licks it right up with a smile as he grinds into you, making you adjust to his size, before slowly pulling back.

"Mm, you feel as good as you taste." He punctuates his point with a deep thrust that drags a choked moan out of your throat as you take every inch of his cock.

Cerulean eyes lock on yours as Touya's mouth opens with a snarl to reveal gleaming fangs.

It's all the warning you get before his fangs puncture your skin once more, flooding your senses with that heady mix of pain and ecstasy.

You arch into Touya's touch as best you can without ripping your own throat open. "Fuuuck~" you whine, high and breathy, nails dragging down his arms for something to ground you, feet kicking out involuntarily as you clench around him. All at once, it's too much, too fast, but you might actually cry if he tries to stop. Your skin feels like it's on fire, your very blood lava; body and senses overwhelmed in the best way.

A growl rumbles in Touya's chest, almost a purr, as he drinks his fill, groaning low in his throat as his tongue presses against where his fangs have pierced skin and you almost sob at the pleasure-pain before clenching down rhythmically on his hot length, trying to coax him into fucking you; the only thing holding you back from bouncing yourself on the vampire's cock, the fangs in your throat.

"Touya~!", you whimper, squirming in the vampire's strong hold and shuddering when his cock drags against your walls, fucking you slow and deep.

Soon enough, Touya has you shaking and sobbing out sweet, little tortured sounds, and he laps them up too.

Noticing the sounds getting weaker, he pulls back, healing the wound with a lick, peppering bruising, open mouthed kisses down your neck, to your shoulder, before immediately biting down there as he snaps his hips forward, slamming his cock into you, so he can watch you throw your head back in pleasure as he grinds in deep.

"Oh, fuck—" , you sob, clawing at his back. "Move. Please, please, fuck me—"

His eyes widen as he removes his fangs and seals to wound, looking at you in a mix of curiosity and wonder.

Should prey be this receptive?

Though, he doesn't really care. All he knows is that he can't get enough of the sight of you, debauched and pretty, speared on his cock, begging to be fucked stupid.

He grins, sharp and bloody.

"Fuck, such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He coos, fucking into you steadily, pace gradually speeding up, rumbling as you moan and cry out.

"Mm, good. So good. So so good. Fuck yes, yes, yes—ahn—feels so good, Touya. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," you babble and chant, almost slurring, and neither of you know if it's from blood loss or just lust, but fuck you never want it to end. "Use me, drain me, kill me, I don't care, just fuck me, please~"

Touya lets out a surprised laugh at that, looking at you in bewildered awe, idly wondering if he overdid it, or if you're just that much of a little freak, and he feels some of his control slip, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.

You let out a sobbing moan as you try to meet his thrusts, but you asked to be used, so with the speed and strength of the vampire, you're soon left a drooling and twitching mess as you're used as nothing more than a fuck toy.

Touya's plan was to spoil you, take it nice and easy on his new little human, but you turned out to be such an adorable slut.

You asked, so sweetly to be used. How could he say no?

So, used you were.

"I'll use you all you want, but I won't kill you. I won't break my pretty new toy, Dolly, I'm keeping you.", he growls, and you feel like you're going to be branded with the heat of his bruising grip on your ass where he holds you spread for him as he fucks brutally into you like the beast he is, plunging into the deepest parts of you; your clothed breasts bouncing with every thrust, the filthy sounds of your sloppy hole filling the night air.

And like the fucking freak you are, you giggle, even as you pant for an ounce of breath, even as tears stream down your cheeks from feeling so fucking good.

Your pleasure builds and builds, and you're so close.

Touya feels it in your twitching insides, groaning. "You gonna cum for me, baby? Such a good slut for me, gonna cum from a monster's cock, huh?", his thrusts, still at that ruthless pace, are becoming uneven as he pounds into you.

You just nod desperately, and cock-dumb, your voice hoarse, panting and moaning like a whore, you beg, "Mhm, want your cum. Fill me up please, please, please—", as your hole greedily clenches around him rhythmically, like you're trying to milk it out of him.

"Fuck, cum for me, Angel. I’ll fill you up, mark you as mine." He growls, low and animalistic, all hot pleasure and possession.

Your orgasm is intense as it crashes over you, to the point that you don't even know where it ends. Your eyes roll back, vision turning white, as you gush around him.

The vampire lets out a near feral snarl at the way your cunt clamps down on him, and his fangs bury in your shoulder once more as he cums, thick ropes of cum painting your insides. He drinks in the way you moan as he fucks you through your orgasms, filling you up; the mess between your legs splattering every time he pumps into you, the white of it obscene in the dark of night.

He finally slows down to a grind, lapping at the bite carefully so it can heal, before looking you over and finding you barely conscious.

Coming down from your high, your breathing is laboured and you can't see straight, eyes lidded and hazy, yet you still have an adorably stupid grin on your lips.

He tilts your chin, luminous eyes piercing through you as he pants. "You're mine now. You understand that, yes?" His gaze remains trained on yours as his tongue darts out to lick up the few drops of blood that remain on his lips. The icy fire burning in Touya's eyes threatens to consume you whole, your body trembling under his touch as you nod and let out a breathy, fucked out little, "Uh huh", because it's all you can manage at the moment, your cunt pulsing around him.

"You will be a good pet and not let any other human lay their filthy hands on you, hm?" He rumbles, grinding into you, his fingers digging into your flesh.

"I'm yours." You moan, high and breathy, slurring. You want nothing more than to be owned, body and soul, by this man.

"That's my girl." With blood smeared on his lips, he grins, fangs glinting in the moonlight as he pulls out, letting you feel the mess that spills down your thighs and the delicious ache pulsing through you from being so thoroughly used.

You decided to play with fire, and Touya is more than happy to brand you as his.

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✨ my favorite characters in my favorite animes:

Kaiju No. 8

One Piece

Fire Force

Death Note

Spy x Family

One Punch Man

The Vampire Dies In No Time

My Hero Academia

Yu Gi Oh

[seneon]

MELANCHOLY ──── vampire! touya × fem! reader.

about. you drown in a melancholic pool, waiting for his awaken. vampire! au, set in 1930s, a few decades after bewitched ( part one ) very quick angst to romantic fluff. there's some gore tw all around. wc of 1K.

notes. proofread by @angeliicheartt i heart you

in the thirtieth year of the ninety century, there were countless reports of the lives and blood of the citizens rapidly decreasing. in other words, they were all found dead—body malnourished, skin rotting, gaze locked up to the sky that had seen everything played out before their last breath.

there was one thing they all had in common. two small bites on their neck. or anywhere around their body in general, starting from the head and down to the very tippy toes.

just like that, their soul has been sucked out. it was the work of vampires, vicious bloodsucking creatures who walked the same ground as a human would. except, they only walk during the night.

sunlight burned their skin. the day and brightness made them cry out in pain. their eyes will start to disintegrate at the sight of the brightest of colours.

what would humanity ever do when they found out there was one single vampire that roamed around the streets like any average woman? dressed and disguised as a bookseller in the day, teeth growing out to be a vampire during the dead of night.

to the citizens, you are the young, vintage bookseller who sold the greatest books in all of town. a woman who never ever seems to age, as some rumours have risen over time from the gossiping mouth of the older widows who knew you for decades yet still seemingly younger than them.

even with all these blood consumed in the dead of night, none of them could fulfill the solitude you've been having to embrace lately. the emptiness consumes you whole, just like all the blood of the innocent you have sucked out for your source of living.

when dusk arrived, you slowly walked your way back home where the walls are higher than any ceilings and the windows are dimmer than any reflections.

as always, the first thing you will always do is open the coffin of your slumbering husband and kiss his forehead, or anywhere at all, as a greeting to tell him that you have arrived home.

you sat beside his coffin, eyes gazing at touya's lips which were laid out in one straight line along with his eyes which were sealed shut.

oh, how you've missed those turquoise eyes that brought so much joy to your loneliness. those eyes which only looked your way like you are the only that exists in this world. the eyes that told the moon millions of stories about you.

your fingers moved to gently rest on the cold skin of touya, not before your knuckles caressed and brushed his cheeks ever so lightly. a partial piece of his bone that has been turned into a ring coiled around your ring finger, the cold piece glimmering under the moonlit night.

you might not let it roll out the tip of your tongue, but your soul screams for touya to awaken.

it has been so long since he fell into a deep slumber. of course you knew of this deep slumber, it's something that touya does every few centuries for decades in order to replenish his power.

in this case, he slumbers because he has given you quite the amount of his blood and the unexplained ability to still walk around the day even if your canine teeth have grown longer and sharper.

and it was a personal punishment for him for turning an innocent human girl into something that he is. touya wanted to carve a hole in his chest to offer her his heart just so she could live for an eternity with him in this hell. how selfish.

in the background solemnly and softly played the record of antonio vivaldi's four seasons’ summer. it's a piece you've been indulging in lately, besides the other three seasons.

“ya know? the moon begs me to know when you will open your eyes again. she tells me that she wants to hear more of your stories,” you spoke softly, your fingers never ceasing their movements to gently caress. “i don't think she's very fond of me…”

“i miss you, touya,” you leaned closer to his face where your hair fell over his face and your nose almost touched his own. “please just... wake up. i’m so lonely.”

your forehead pressed against touya's, nose now touching his as your lips caved in to press them against touya's soft and cold ones.

those same lips that used to mold against yours so perfectly. those lips that used to lick and drink your blood like there was no other. those same old cold lips and dying lips that has you addicted with one press against your skin. you never forget the part where it speaks of honey-sweet words that always twists and turns your inside.

in melancholia, it was quickly driven away when you felt fingers weaving themselves into the back of your head, pushing your head further into the kiss as you felt touya's lips moving against yours.

you let out a little gasp as he deepened the kiss before moments later then you pulled away to stare at him with widened eyes.

there it is.

his turquoise eyes that somehow knew how to bring you joy no matter the occasion. the corner of touya's lips slowly cracked into a smile before he slowly sat up from his coffin, tilting his head to the side.

“morning.”

you wasted no second to throw yourself onto him, embracing his awakened body as you once again pressed your lips onto his. your lips have been waiting for this moment, craving for a longing kiss.

touya chuckled before one of his arms slithered around your waist to pull you closer, his free hands moving to cup your cheek. his kisses burned with passion, as if they've been longing for you just as much as you've longed for him.

a few moments later both of you pulled away and he rested his forehead on yours, his pretty turquoise eyes that you missed so damn much staring right into yours.

“i heard you calling out to me, darling. there's so much melancholy in your voice that it broke me on the inside. hurts so much that i couldn't wait for my power to fully restore before i woke up to be graced by your truly wonderful lips.”

like a child, you wailed at the awakening of your slumbering vampire husband for the next few hours into the night and in his arms while he holds you close and tight, telling you promises that he'd never do anything of that sort again.

your little bone that wrapped around touya's ring finger occasionally grazed your cheeks to wipe your salty tears away as he chuckled at your distress.

tonight isn't so melancholic and lonely anymore.

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CHAPTER 10. TAKE OVER

❝To fuck around is human, to find out is divine.❞

Vespertilio M.List

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Izuku tensed, Tsuyu's breath hitched, and Mineta whimpered—but all three held their ground, shielding Aizawa with trembling determination.

Just as the Nomu closed in—

"You...piece of TRASH!!" 

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| A blur shot across the Plaza, colliding with the creature and sending it flying.

The impact was so powerful that it crashed into the rocky mountainside of the Landslide Zone. Debris crumbled around as the ground shook from the force.

The battlefield fell silent as all eyes snap towards you.

You ignore them, your blood-red gaze locked on the disoriented lab project as it staggered to its feet.

Confusion briefly contorted Shigaraki's face as he registered your new appearance before fury took over once again.

"Well what are you waiting for?!" he screamed at the Nomu, his voice shrill with anger. "KILL HER!"

The Nomu roared in response, gearing up to attack again. But before it could even make it halfway you met it head-on.

Your fist connected with a sickening crack, sending the creature reeling again. Strike after strike you tore into the Nomu. Every blow resonating with power.

The battlefield seemed to blur around you, the chaos dimming as you focused solely on the beast before you.

Even when its regenerative abilities struggled to keep up you refused to slow down. You didn't stop.

"DO NOT FEAR! FOR I AM..." By the time All Might arrived the Nomu was barely holding its ground.

The Number One Hero paused mid-step, his sharp gaze falling on your transformed figure. "...here?"

White hair whipped around your face and your crimson eyes burned with an intensity that made even him falter—it was a look he hadn't seen in years, one that sent a shiver down his spine.

But as he watched you deliver a crushing blow to the Nomu, that flicker of recognition turned into determination.

"YOUNG AKASHIYA!" his voice boomed with approval. "LET'S FINISH THIS TOGETHER!"

The two of you moved in tandem, you and All Might tag-teaming the Nomu, your combined strength overwhelming the creature.

Blow after blow you fought in perfect sync, wearing it down until it was little more than a stumbling husk.

With a final, devastating punch, you send the Nomu far away from the battlefield.

And as its monstrous form sailed through the air, your eyes lock onto Tomura Shigaraki's. Through the disembodied hands, red vermillion filled with unbridled fury is what you meet.

A cold thought crossed your mind. 'Hmm...I'll fix that for him.'

"YOU—" he began, his voice trembling with venomous rage.

He never finishes the sentence.

You materialize before him in a heartbeat, fingers bypassing the severed limbs to wrap around his neck in a vice-like grip.

There's no triumphant glee in your eyes—only one of bored arrogance.

Time stops.

Both heroes and villains alike freeze.

Their eyes widen at the sight of you—a mere student—holding the ringleader of the League of Villains by the throat.

Seething with humiliation, Shigaraki lungs for your wrist in attempt to regain control of the situation.

His brittle fingers close around your skin; eyes squinting with a eerily grin as he waits for that satisfying crumble, that disintegration, that ultimate proof of his power.

He freezes. 'No...no...nononononononono'

Your skin...

'My quirk is absolute...It destroys...So why...'

Shigaraki's pupils tremble the longer he stares at your rapidly healing skin. It breaks and flake—like ashes scattering to the wind.

And in their place, new skin forms, unmarred and whole as if nothing had happened.

'Why isn't it working?'

His thoughts whirl, a tornado of denial and disbelief, until the horrifying truth crashes into him: he is powerless against you.

"Not so fun when it's happening to you...is it?"

With a gnawing sense of dread, he shakily moves view from your wrist back to your eyes.

Instead of reflecting the light cheerful tone of your voice, they were livid. Bloodshot—filled with a rage and intensity he's never seen, never felt before.

With the hand around his neck, Shigaraki realizes—without a shadow of doubt—that you have the power to crush his windpipe and end him right then and there.

Terrified, he breaks from your gaze and frantically tries to release himself from your iron grip on his throat.

But it was too late.

You caught the glint in his eyes. The flicker of genuine, unfiltered fear within those once malicious filled eyes—fear of you.

And you oh so adore it.

Your grip tightens. Almost till the point of feeling the fragile bones of Shigaraki's neck creak under the pressure.

You can feel his frantic pulse beneath your palm quickening, he's struggling to breath—desperate for oxygen.

His eyes widen in disbelief and terror before frantically removing his hold on you in attempt to free yours on his throat.

Knees buckling from lack air, Shigaraki finally collapse with struggling gasps.

For a brief second you relish in the sight of his kneeling form as the sensation of his once speeding pulse weakens under your grip.

Panic erupts on both sides: the heroes fearing you'll cross a irredeemable line while the villains, confident that you will, begin to close in.

Shigaraki's eyes dart, catching sight of Kurogiri hovering ominously closer; perhaps thinking you're distracted.

But you're far from it.

The corners of your mouth twitch upward in a sadistic grin and you press your nails even deeper into Shigaraki's flesh.

Crescent-shaped indents now become craters; each filled with a small pool of his blood before trickling down.

In a panic Shigaraki's gaze snaps back to you only to see the deadly promise that flashes in your eyes: Any closer, he dies.

Barely able to muster a voice through his constricted airway, Shigaraki uses the last of his rapidly depleting strength and weakly lifts a trembling hand.

"St...stop" Whether it's aimed at you or his underlings is unclear, but it achieves its purpose. Everyone cease.

When he turns back he sees the faintest trace of a smirk on your lips.

A mocking little twist, as if you knew he'd break—that he had no choice but to yield to you. His mind spirals.

'What is this feeling? This...crippling fear? She's...' He locks eyes with you once more, meeting what can only be described as the gaze of a demon, and the thought crystallizes:

'She's a monster.'

As he's paralyzed in a state of fear you began to lean closer to him. Your face nears his, so close that he feels your breath against his skin.

For a fleeting moment it's almost intimate and it sends an uninvited shudder down his spine.

Your lips are millimeters away from his ear, close enough to touch yet staying away, as if even the proximity is a privilege he doesn't deserve.

"I don't care who the hell you are—be it the leader of villains or even the Symbol of Peace himself." you hissed, your voice dripping with venom and conviction." I will destroy 𝑎𝑛𝑦 who brings harm to what is mine."

You pull back, but not before giving him a final warning, your fangs gleaming in the dim light like sharpened knives.

Then, with a flick of your wrist, you release him.

Shigaraki crumbles to the ground with gasps for air, all remaining dignity stripped away.

He looks up at you with hatred burning in his eyes. But there was something else there...something he couldn't mask.

Fear.

He hated it—loathed it. But he couldn't deny it.

He couldn't touch you. His Quirk was powerless against you and he knew it.

Still gasping, his gaze slid over to All Might standing a few paces away.

The sight of the towering hero sent a jolt through him and he remembered the initial plan, the one that had been ruined so utterly by you.

Weakly, he raised a trembling hand and rasped, "Kurogiri!"

The dark mist wasted no time. It surged toward Shigaraki instantly, tendrils of shadowy fog beginning to envelop him.

You didn't care. You had already turned your back on him, your focus now on Izuku.

Making your way to the greenette you helped him to his feet and braced his weight against you.

"Stay still."

But Izuku's eyes were locked on Shigaraki and All Might. The mist had spread rapidly, inching closer and closer to the Symbol of Peace.

Realization hit Izuku like a bolt of lightning.

"All Might!" he shouted in panic as he moved with desperation.

"What are you doing?!" you snapped, holding him firmly in place.

Izuku's panic only grew as the portal opened wider in front of All Might. "H-he's going to—he's going to touch him! Let me go! I can stop him!"

Your grip on him remains firm. "No."

"Please!" his voice cracked as he begged. "I-I have to help him!"

But you remained unmoving as you watch the scene unfold. Your crimson eyes take in the view of Shigaraki's trembling hand as he reached for All Might through the misty portal.

Izuku struggled even harder, his fear for All Might overwhelming him.

"Moka! Please! Let me go!" he cried, tears forming in his eyes. "ALL MIGHT!!"

Shigaraki's hand, jagged nails and all, was nearly upon All Might when the crack of a gunshot split the air.

The villain's hand recoiled, blood spurting from a bullet wound causing him to release a howl of pain.

"They're here!!" Relief filled All Might's voice as he spoke, the blood dribbling out of his mouth the least of his worries.

Shigaraki's hands twitched as his eyes dart toward Kurogiri. "Ahhh...game over. Guess we gotta try again another time Kurogiri," he muttered bitterly.

As the mist continues to consume him, multiple gunshots rang out. Shigaraki yelped as another bullet struck his legs forcing him to stagger.

"Apologies...we're a little late," Nezu chirped.

The mutant principal sat atop Vlad King's shoulder as other Pro Heroes stepped forward, their presence radiating across the battlefield.

Your eyes flicked to the approaching reinforcements, but you didn't release Izuku just yet.

His struggles slowly ceased as the arrival of the heroes brought him some measure of reassurance.

"Iida you made it!" "Yeah go Prez Iida!!"

The sounds of your classmates cheerful shouts brought a smile upon the usual formal student. "PRESIDENT OF CLASS 1-A, TENYA IIDA!! REPORTING FOR DUTY!!"

Keeping his focus on Shigaraki, Snipe fires a few more shots. "Only ne'er-do-wells we got a shot at wranglin' from a distance are..."

It wasn't until he felt a pull in Kurogiri' mist did Shigaraki truly realize it was over.

He had failed. And he needed to retreat.

With a venomous glare decorating his face, the head of League of Villains looked to All Might.

"I may have failed here Symbol of Peace," he spat with sarcasm and rage, his voice trembling with hatred. "But the next time we meet...you're dead."

As he spoke his eyes slid toward you. His gaze lingered, locking with your crimson ones.

The sight of you standing tall, unwavering even after everything, sent a fresh wave of frustration and helpless rage coursing through him.

He looked back and forth between you and All Might, his thoughts spiraling into an internal tantrum. 'No, no, no, no! This wasn't how it was supposed to go!'

The mist swallowed him whole, his words hanging in the air as silence settled over the battlefield.

"Yo Batty bitch!"

Bakugo's sharp voice cut through the haze as he stormed toward you with blazing eyes. "What the hell was that? You've been hiding this strength the whole damn time?!"

You didn't even spare him a glance, brushing past with an air of dismissal.

Instead of answering, you bit into your wrist, the pain barely registering as blood began to spill at the wound.

You extend your wrist to Izuku. "Here. Drink. It'll speed up your healing."

Izuku's face turned an impossible shade of red, his eyes darting nervously between you and the growing audience of classmates watching the exchange.

He frantically waved his hands in front of him. "W-what?! N-no thanks! I'll be fine! Really!"

You raised a brow, unimpressed by his protest. "I can always bite you directly...or force some into your mouth through a kiss." you said, your tone apathetic, as though discussing the weather. "Your choice. I refuse to let my blood bag get broken."

Though he was used to ̶M̶̶o̶̶k̶̶a̶ your remarks, his face somehow burned an even deeper shade. "F-fine! I'll drink it! No need to say that!"

With the class gawking at him, he reluctantly took your wrist.

It was quick and he pulled back immediately, clearly flustered, though you paid his reaction no mind.

Your attention shifted as you sniffed the air.

In the blink of an eye, you appeared and climbed in to the ambulance where Aizawa was loaded on to.

The EMTs paused their movements, staring at you in disbelief as you observed the Pro Hero.

His severe injuries and bloodied form made you pause briefly before turning to one of the workers.

"You. Get me a syringe," your tone is sharp.

The medic blinked, startled by your demand. "Uh...what? Ma'am, I don't think—"

"I said get me a syringe." You repeated. The intensity of your narrowing gaze made him stammer before quickly rushing to retrieve one.

He returned moments later. Taking the syringe from his shaky hands you wasted no time.

You stab your thigh with enough force to puncture muscle without flinching, drawing your own blood with a fluid motion.

Ignoring the horrified gasps, you carefully inspected the syringe, ensuring there were no air bubbles.

Then, stepping toward Aizawa, you grab his limp arm and insert the needle into one of his veins with practiced ease.

"M-ma'am you can't do that!" the EMT protested, his voice rising. "That's highly unhygienic and—"

You cut him off with a fanged snarl.

"C-carry on!" the medic stuttered, stepping back as you pushed the blood into the unconscious man's arm.

Once the syringe was emptied, you stepped back, your expression unreadable.

The effect was gradual. His labored breathing began to even out, the bruises slowly fading as deep gashes became shallow.

The paramedics stared in stunned silence at the rapid improvement of his condition before their eyes.

"He still needs professional care." you said curtly, breaking them out of their trance. "My blood can only do so much."

"Y-yes, ma'am!" they stammered, quickly finishing their preparations on Aizawa for transport.

As you climbed out of the ambulance, you were met with Izuku waiting with a worried expression.

But before either of you could speak the multiple footsteps of your classmates arrived.

"____ is that you?! You look so different!" Uraraka was the first to say something, her face flushed. "N-not that I don't like your original self!"

"Yeah! Her boobs and butt are bigger too!!" Mineta chimed in as drool seeped out the corner of his mouth.

"And when you fought that monster! Did the loss of your Prunus persica play a part in it?" Yaoyorozu asked, her eyes glimmering in fascination.

"Enough," you silence them and any other comment that was about to be said. Instead your gaze shifts to Izuku, who was talking to the EMTs in charge of your teacher.

The moment he finishes with a bowed head of thanks, the greenette joins the group, sparkling eyes filled with admiration direct towards you.

"The medics told me what you did! That was so kind of you to help Aizawa-sensei like that!"

You gave him a dry look. "I only did it because he might be a future blood bag."

The sparkles in his eyes vanished instantly and his shoulders sagged in disappointment of you. "Oh..."

You tilted your head, raising a brow. "The rosary."

Izuku fumbled for a moment, patting himself down frantically. "Uh—I don't...I don't have it!" he began to stammer when Kirishima stepped forward sheepishly.

"Actually...I still have it," Kirishima admitted, pulling the rosary from out his pocket.

Izuku stiffly takes it, avoiding touching his hands with a near-blank smile. "Thanks." he said quietly, his voice strained.

"You're welcome!" Kirishima said brightly, oblivious to the tension radiating off the green-haired boy. "Us two got to stick together. With helping ____ and her blood stuff right?"

The red-head falters for a moment with a confused yet sheepish look. "Or is it Moka? I heard you call her that earlier..." He softly mutters to himself.

Izuku's face morphed into an ugly expression, a mix of irritation and something deeper. "Yay," he said faintly before quickly stepping away from Kirishima and moving toward you.

You raised a brow at the exchange, a mocking smile tugging at your lips. "My my my" you mused with a click of your tongue. "Never thought I'd see the day."

Izuku blinked, his scowl giving way to confusion. "What?"

"You've gotten so territorial," you teased, tilting your head with an amused expression. "Sweet little Izuku has become so jealous. What is it? Don't want to share little ole me?"

Izuku's face burned as he stammered incoherently, trying and failing to deflect. "Th-that's not—I mean—no! I just—"

You stepped closer, cutting him off as your teasing smile fell into something more serious.

Lightly patting his face, you leaned in slightly.

"You're going to have to fix that," you said coldly. "Blood bags are hard to come by. Just my luck so many have come within my vicinity. But don't worry though. You'll still be my favorite...my little Zuki."

Izuku shivered at the childhood nickname, the warmth it usually carried was replaced with a tone that was almost unsettling.

With that, you took the rosary from him, hooking it back to your choker. The moment it clicked into place, your transformation began to reverse.

Buds of peach blossoms appearing, your white hair began to bleed back into its usual [hair color] as your crimson eyes faded back to their original [eye color] shade.

The rosary hanged loosely from your neck as you swayed.

Izuku darted forward, catching you just as your knees gave out. "Got you!"

The smell of fresh peaches surrounds him as he hold you steady in his grasp. Your head lolled against his shoulder, voice barely above a whisper. "Is...is everyone safe? The villains..."

He gives you a soft smile of assurance as he searches for an open ambulance. "You did good ____. Everyone's safe and taken care of, now you need help."

Spotting one nearby, he adjust his grip, maneuvering you in a protective bridal carry and making his way over.

Relief washes over you. "Really? Well...that's good to hea—" Your words cut off, passing out from the exhaustion and falling limp in his arms.

Izuku couldn't help but huff a laugh through his nose.

As he placed you on an open stretcher, he turned to the EMTs. "She'll need some blood to drink when she wakes up." he told them firmly.

Despite exchanging uneasy glances at his request they nod.

Izuku stepped back as they start to work on you before the doors closed and the ambulance prepare to take off.

He watches the vehicle when it began to drive away, its sirens wailing in the distance.

A weary sigh leaves the freckled teen as a mix of relief and exhaustion washes over him. "At least it's all over now..." He mutters to himself.

"DEKU!"

The shout was like a thunderclap, causing Izuku to flinch as Bakugo stomped over, fury etched into every line of his face.

"MIND EXPLAINING TO ME WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED BACK THERE WITH BATTY BITCH?!"

Izuku deflated, his shoulders sagging in defeat. "Or not..."

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Bloodlust

Vampire!Shoto Todoroki x Reader

➤ You’re leaving for a week. You and Shoto come up with a plan on how he’ll survive while you’re gone, but things don’t always go as planned

»»——⍟——««A/n: ngl yall, this sat in my drafts finished for MONTHS 😭I apologize. But uhh…. This will prolly be my last vampire au writing😅

Warning⚠️: blood, needles, medical stuff (I’m aware I’m not a doctor idc if it’s inaccurate), cliffhanger ending depending on how well you know me

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Clothes, toiletries, shoes, snacks, and your carry-on. Yup, you're all packed. Only one last thing to do before you left for your flight.

Today, you're leaving for a week long trip for your job. You're leaving, and Todoroki's staying. As much as he would love to come with you, he has things to care of while you're gone. You're all packed, ready to head out the door, except for the last -most important- thing you have to do before you leave.

You leave your bags at the front door, opting to search for the boy in question. You find him sitting at the edge of your bed, scrolling through his laptop. "Sho, I'm ready to go, wanna start?"

He looks up, smiling at you and setting his laptop to the side, meeting you at the bedroom door in a few quick strides. "Yeah," he leans down giving you a quick kiss on the lips, "go ahead to the living room, I'll get the supplies."

You follow his instructions, sitting down and making yourself comfortable as you wait for him to get the items needed to draw your blood. Usually, Shoto feeds from you, but since he can't go with you, plus you're going to be gone for a week, you made the decision on him drawing blood from you to keep him fed while you're gone.

He comes into the living room, sets everything down on the table, and turns to you. He offers you his hand, a sign to give him your arm. When you do, he pauses. "You should probably lie down." You do, keeping your arm outstretched to him and relaxing on the couch. "Let me know if it hurts too much."

He goes the full nine yards, wrapping a tie around your arm, rubbing his finger over the spot he picked to make sure the blood is pumping. He does it all. He gives you one last look, needle in hand, before sticking you with it, watching your blood filter from your body, into the bag next to you.

"You sure that'll be enough?" you ask, noticing he only has two blood bags.

"Yes, Love. I'll need to pace myself while your gone," he says gently, bringing his hand up to rest on your cheek.

You smile, turning your head a bit to look at him. "I wish you were coming."

"I wish I was coming too. but it's ok, you'll be back in no time," he laughs slightly, "and I'll again get to drink from the sweet source." He leans over, playfully nudging his nose again your cheek, making you squirm and laugh for a moment before lays his hand on your stomach. "Don't move too much."

His tone says he doesn't want to waste any blood that might drip, but his eyes say he just doesn't want to accidentally hurt you, needle being in your arm and all, so you settle smiling at him and waiting to be done.

"Ok, one more, almost done," he says, pressing his thumb to stop the flow, changing the bag and securing it before hooking up a new one and letting it start filling again. "You're doing so well. Thank you for this." Shoto settles his hand into yours, rubbing his thumb in circles on your skin.

"Of course, anything for you, Sho. Just don't get caught with blood bags in the fridge and medical supplies in the bathroom while I'm gone," you joke, earning and laugh from him.

About halfway through the second bag, Shoto notices your eyes starting to flutter shut. You're fighting unconsciousness. Shoto scoots closer, his hand instinctively going to your shoulder. "Y/n? Hey, Love, do you need me to stop?" He barely waits for an answer before his hands are creeping down to unhook everything.

"No, no, I'm ok," you sigh weakly, "want- want you to finish."

Todoorki bites his lips, looking down at the three-quarters-filled bag. 'Ok, ok. Almost done, almost done, baby," he says quickly.

The second the bag is filled he wastes no time unhooking the needles and stopping everything, checking over your whole body, listening to heart rate, and letting you lay on the couch as he cleans everything. This is the first time you had done this, and everyone reacts to getting blood drawn differently, so it's not even a thought as Shoto offers to instead drive you to the airport, wanting you to rest in the car ride, of course, giving you and a small bowl of cereal and juice to eat before heading on the road.

"Thanks again. You know it means a lot," he says, pulling up to the airport drop-off area. You'd slept the whole ride, getting enough strength to make it through security, to the gate, and on your plane, where you'll probably sleep the whole ride.

"Of course, Sho. No regrets," you smile. "Be safe while I'm gone."

He laughs and frowns. "That's my line."

You smile. “Yeah, guess it is.” You lean to him, giving him one last kiss goodbye. “Love you.”

“Love you, too”

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Your trip went well, and you're happy to be coming back. You missed Todoroki and your home. The first two days, things seemed fine, he'd text you and call when possible, keeping you updated, after though, things got quieter until it was just plain silence.

You chose not to let yourself worry, burying yourself in the work you had to do while you were gone and not thinking about it, knowing he's fine, he's strong, and he'll be home when you get back. Judging by the text you got from him before you boarded the flight home, you knew the last few days must have only been paranoia and circumstances:

See you soon, Y/n.

You pull up to your home and get out, getting your bags and walking to the front door. There's something running through your veins. Partially excitement to see Shoto again, but also something else. Fear? Dread? You weren't sure, but whatever it is, it still pushes you on as you unlock the door and open it.

If it wasn’t fear that you felt before, you definitely felt it now. The house was dark, only light coming through the blinds lit it enough for you to see. And it’s cold, any colder you’d be able to see your own breath. Things are scattered everywhere, almost like someone went into a fit of anger and started throwing things.

You leave your bags on the floor, forgotten about as you step forward, Shoto’s name on the tip of your tongue, but dying in your mouth before the first syllable even comes out, a flash and small burst of cold air going past you, and then you feel arms circle you from the side, pulling you into a cold body.

Your breath is caught in your throat as you feel Shoto’s breath on your neck. You try to speak, try to move, but he’s strong, keeping you pinned against him, even at the weird angle.

His hand grasps your neck, tightening around it and keeping you still as he leans in. You feel panic start to rise in your bloodstream. What could’ve happened? He said you left enough blood, everything should have been fine. But you know this, you know the signs, you caught a quick enough glimpse of Shoto’s blown pupils. The way his usual eye colors are gone, you feel his tight grip in every move he makes. The look on his face tells it all.

This is Shoto’s bloodlust.

He’s only been in bloodlust twice before around you, but both of those times it wasn’t necessarily geared toward hunger, but now, you’re not sure what’ll happen. But you still hold on to the thought that Todoroki knows you, he loves you, and he isn't going to kill you. He’d rather go through all his life again and have to redo every moment again before he drained you of all the blood you need to live. You trust him.

Todoroki squeezed his hand around your neck, making your pulse jump once again as he drags you to his mouth, also leaning down all at the same time and opening his mouth.

There’s no second thought, no hesitation or regard, only the pain of the bite. The feeling of his fangs digging into your skin, eager and draining your blood. It’s fast, so fast you can almost feel the blood rushes out of you, a big change compared to how he usually does it, slow and steady, letting you savor the tranquil feeling like you usually do.

You can feel his arms wrapped firmly around your body, and for a second, he pulls away, but only so he can turn you, making your chest flush against his as he digs his fangs into your skin again.

This time, it only lasts about ten seconds before you feel your vision to go. Your body feeling heavy, and suddenly so much more tired than seconds ago. Your eyes flutter shut, and your legs go out, consciousness slipping from your grasp.

Todoroki feels your body going limp, and he secures his arm around you, keeping you against him as he continues to feed. He carries you to the bedroom, his mouth still attached, and he lays you on the bed, his body fully over yours as your blood begins seeping from his mouth, and he continues to feed.

Shoto loves you, he protects you, you trust him. Shoto would never kill you.

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empty til she fills | fuyumi todoroki x reader

You’re beautiful, really. It’s truly no wonder why they chose you for the job, every line and curve and fold. They’ll never be able to capture you the way you really are. Nothing compares to the real thing.

Her eyes gaze over your neck, down your chest, over your stomach, your thighs. That familiar hunger sits in Fuyumi’s stomach, aches in her jaw. She wants to bite you everywhere that she can, really make you bleed. But Fuyumi doesn’t feed from anything but animals, and it’s not like you’d satisfy her hunger anyway. She’s given up on that feeling a long time ago.

Notes: Hiiiii everyone!!! This is the first installment of vampire empire and it’s all about fuyumi!!! It’s much shorter than I thought, but when it was done it was done u know? I love her I think she should be allowed to go apeshit and drink blood and not hold back if she wants to!!!!!!! Let her fuck!!!!!! Anyways yeah thanks for reading!! (title from vampire empire by big thief) u can listen to the playlist for the whole anthology here! Also I made a Pinterest board!

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, f! reader, explicit content, dark content, angst for like the briefest moment, violence, vampires, detailed descriptions of blood and gore (on both reader and another person), murder (u kill someone! It’s offscreen tho), blood kink, biting, drinking blood (fuyumi drinks from reader, u both drink from the dead man), biting and drinking from already open wounds, fingering, oral (reader eats fuyumi out!!! Yay!!!) (bloody), bloody sex, reader is sort of a masochist, soooo many commas, a line completely stolen from fascination (1979) cause I had to ajsjsjsjs, perspective changes between u and fuyumi like a lot idk I’m sorry she spoke to me<3

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Fuyumi has always been a little unsure of what to do with her hands. When she sits, when she walks, when she kisses, while she waits. Where does she put them? Where do they go?

It’s the same, squeezing porcelain clay through her fingers, molding and shaping and running a wire through the middle and cursing when it doesn’t topple over. She’s bad with her hands, but she loves it, lumpy mugs and all. 

And her mugs are lumpy, most of them break in the kiln, but whatever she’s proud of, she sends to her brothers. 

She’s never been much of an artist, and all the years she’s lived (many, many years), none of it ever interested her. But when you’ve done everything, there’s no harm in trying. And so even though her pots and bowls end up twisted and misshapen on the wheel, she tries and tries until they’re at least a little bit useful.

The truth is that there, in the studio, surrounded by people who do all the same things that she does, mess up and try again, break things when they don’t turn out, or smash fragile wet clay held together by careful hands, Fuyumi feels human. She makes mistakes. She screws up. It’s something she’s never been allowed to do before. 

Plus, you’re there. 

The anatomy class pays you to model. Sometimes, she sees you run around in your long robe, buying snacks from the vending machines or remembering something you left in your car. She’s completely enamored with you, with your humanity, how free you seem. She’s envious, in a way, but really she just likes you, wants you—wants to bite you. Which is dangerous for Fuyumi because she stopped feeding from humans ages ago. 

You collide on a Saturday night, left alone in the studio, separated by one wall. Fuyumi works late because she doesn’t sleep, and one of the owners of the building had given her a set of keys to lock up when she leaves. When she opens the door to the pottery studio, you’re out in the hallway, slapping your palm against the door next door and murmuring soft no’s as you peak through the glass. You have half a mind to just bust the thing down, except now you’re not alone in the hallway. 

Fuyumi. The pretty vampire with streaks of scarlet through her ivory hair, cute glasses perched on her nose, and hands you think about way more often than you should steps out of the pottery studio. You’ve caught her staring at you before, and you can’t tell if it’s because she knows of the similar condition you have in common, or if she’s as interested in you as you are in her. 

You both pause, caught staring at one another. The only thing on Fuyumi’s mind is that you’re probably completely naked under your robe. 

“I—um, got locked out.” You say, finally, blowing air you have no need for out of your throat like a breath. It must be nerves. “My clothes are in there. My everything is in there.”

“Oh!” She shakes her head free of the thoughts of your bare body. Then a realization, “I have a key!”

You move out of her way and let her unlock the door, jiggling the key in the lock and pushing it open. You grin, press your hands into her shoulders and let out a squeal of delight. “Thank you!”

“Yeah, no problem.” She speaks, willing herself not to melt at the feeling of your fingers digging into her flesh for a moment. She turns to leave, satisfied with the interaction, enough to hold her over for a lifetime, maybe. Your hands on her shoulders, your robe against your skin, your neck. 

“Fuyumi!” You call, and she feels like maybe she’s dreaming, or maybe she’s hearing things. But when she turns around, you’re looking at her expectantly. “Would you wait for me? I don’t really wanna walk to my car alone at night.”

It’s a good excuse, you think. Fuyumi’s got that bleeding heart (or lack of one). She won’t leave you alone. 

“‘Course! Yeah, I’ve gotta lock the front, anyways, so—yeah, I’ll wait.” She nods, stepping back into the room and letting the door fall shut behind her. She watches you untie you’re robe at the middle, and she spins on her heel, facing the door again. She hears you chuckle, and it makes her feel a little silly. You’re naked for, like, four hours every day. It’s not like you would care if she watched. 

But Fuyumi cares, because she doesn’t want to see you naked for the first time like that. She doesn’t want to see you naked and know she won’t be able to touch you. 

“Okay, you can turn around, now.” You speak now that you’re dressed. She turns and you walk toward her, locking elbows. She leads you outside, locks the door with your hand against her arm like she’s yours, and walks you to your car. 

“Guess I’ll see you next week.” She tells you, pulling away from you to walk to her bike. You call her name and it’s deja vu.

“Do you want to go get coffee?” You ask, stopping Fuyumi in her tracks yet again. She turns.

“It’s eleven o’clock at night.” Fuyumi says like an idiot. 

“I just—I wanna keep…hanging out.” You say, and well, so does Fuyumi. Of course, she does. “Your bike’ll fit in the trunk. I’ll drive you home after.”

So, she says yes, stuffs her bike into your trunk with the back seats folded down, and ducks into your car. 

You drive like a maniac, and you listen to your music way too loud, and Fuyumi hopes she doesn’t look as terrified as she feels despite knowing she can’t die in a car accident. But you can, she thinks, so yea, she’s terrified. And you drive like this all the time?

But you both make it in one piece, skirting into the parking lot of a diner with a yellowing neon sign out front. Everyone knows you inside, greeting you with happy smiles and asking you questions about your life, details Fuyumi hopes to know after tonight. 

You take her to a booth in the corner, sliding in next to her instead of across, thighs pressed up against each other as a waitress brings you both a mug of hot coffee. You order apple pie with ice cream, and Fuyumi envies the fact that you’re even able to eat it. Since becoming a vampire, she’s lost any appetite for anything that isn’t blood. 

“So, when were you turned?” You speak, licking vanilla ice cream off the back of your spoon, head resting on you fist as you stare at her. If Fuyumi had a working heart it would be beating out of her chest right now. “I don’t think you’re all that old. You actually seem pretty young. Tell me, maybe in the mid nineties, early two-thousands?”

Fuyumi opens then closes her mouth, unsure of what to say. How could you have possibly known (besides the fact that you got the decade way off)?

“I was turned in ’87 by an old boyfriend who couldn’t control himself.” You shrug, revealing the information like you hadn’t just told her that you, the little human she’s been so fascinated by lately, are a vampire. 

“You’re a vampire.” She says—a statement—not a question, because of course, you’re a vampire. 

“You didn’t know?” You ask, softer. She shakes her head, stares at the booth in front of her. She feels your fingers underneath her chin, and she’s not sure how she never noticed it before, but you’re hands are freezing. She lets you guide her to look at you. “Hey, are you okay? Did I freak you out?”

And it’s not that you’re a vampire. It’s not even that you’re a vampire that she was convinced was human. It’s that she wanted to bite you, wanted to feel that pop and gush, drink from you what’s not actually even being pumped through your body anymore, blood that’s lying dormant in your veins. And the thing is, she still wants to. 

“I think I’m just shocked.” She speaks, willing herself to calm down, accept the situation, adapt. “I haven’t met another one of us here in town. It’s new, but it’s…good. I’m actually a little excited about it.”

“You don’t sound excited.” You observe, letting your hand fall to her thigh. 

“I am—no really. I am.” She grins, leaning toward you. “How come you can eat real food?”

You think maybe she still hasn’t processed everything yet, the smile on her face a little unnerving. And there’s something in her eyes, raw, dangerous, hungry. It makes you shiver. “I never lost the appetite.”

“It tastes good to you?” 

“So good.” You nod, unknowingly moving a little closer. Two girls pressed up against each other in a booth in a dark corner. Two vampires. Two monsters. 

You’re there later than either of you expected to be, fingers intertwined, hands brushing away stray hairs, and words whispered against ears, tucking your face into her neck when you laugh at something inappropriate. 

When you leave, Fuyumi tugs on your hand, interlocks two fingers as you walk to your car. You drive just as bad, but she doesn’t think she minds it this time. To die by your side, and all that. 

When you drop her off at home, you scribble your number on her wrist with a green glitter gel pen and resist the urge to do something drastic like kiss her or invite yourself in. 

Fuyumi realizes she’s left her bike in your trunk, her only mode of transportation to the studio besides walking. She eyes the green glitter on her skin and opens her phone. 

left my bike in ur car:/ pick me up to go to the studio tmrrw? Read 2:22am

be there at 10 sent 2:24am

u can sit in on my class sent 2:25am

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She does sit in on your class the next morning. You hold her hand and show her where to sit, a view of both the artist’s sketches of you and the actual you draped over a couch. It’s probably inappropriate to sit there all horny in the middle of this art class, but you won’t stop looking at her. You know exactly what your doing, mimicking the rise and fall of your chest like you’re breathing when she knows you’re not. 

You’re beautiful, really. It’s truly no wonder why they chose you for the job, every line and curve and fold. They’ll never be able to capture you the way you really are. Nothing compares to the real thing.

Her eyes gaze over your neck, down your chest, over your stomach, your thighs. That familiar hunger sits in Fuyumi’s stomach, aches in her jaw. She wants to bite you everywhere that she can, really make you bleed. But Fuyumi doesn’t feed from anything but animals, and it’s not like you’d satisfy her hunger anyway. She’s given up on that feeling a long time ago.

When the class ends, Fuyumi leaves to make more misshapen mugs, taking a few out of the kiln she thinks she’ll give to you. As the sun sets, both of you get ready to leave, and you’re at the door to the pottery studio by the time Fuyumi is done cleaning her space. You’re a little disappointed you missed watching her on the wheel, her pretty hands shaping the clay like you’ve seen her do many times before. You knock on the door frame, and she looks up at you, grins. Her hair is tied up, pieces of hair falling over her face, her cardigan falling down and exposing her right shoulder. You can’t get over how pretty she is, a little messy.

“Hi.” You speak.

“Hey. You ready?” She asks, throwing her bag over her shoulder and walking towards you. You always want to watch her walk towards you—never away.

“I’m ready.” You nod, intertwining your fingers with hers when she makes her way towards you. You drive Fuyumi to your house, your arm over the console and your hand on her thigh. 

Your place is small, really just big enough for you. The walls are a mauve color that Fuyumi decides she likes, tiny star shaped twinkle lights hang over each window instead of curtains, a bundle of violets stuffed inside a beer bottle sit on your coffee table, books and dvd’s and records all stacked against one another with what seems to be no sense of organization in your bookcases. It’s really not much for a vampire.

She sets her tote bag carefully on the counter, red and white checkered, pulling two of her signature misshapen mugs from inside. One painted blue with tiny yellow stars and the other lined with terribly drawn strawberries. 

“These are for you.” She tells you, turning to face you as you’re bent over your stereo, looking for a station you like. Bits from the past stick with you like a refrigerator magnet. Fuyumi wants to remember the look on your face when you turn around and see her gift for the rest of her life. 

“I love them!” You gush, rushing over to pick both of them up. “They’re perfect. One for me, and one for you. We’ll drink blood from them with our pinkies up and cheers to LeFanu.”

Fuyumi laughs, says nothing about the blood. “I’m glad you like them.”

You turn around, opening one of your cabinets open with a finger, setting the mugs down on the counter and moving two snoopy holiday mugs on one shelf towards the back. You set the gift down in their place and wave a hand over it like your presenting them on a gameshow, “I’ve replaced the snoopy mugs with them. That’s a big deal, you know.”

“I’m honored.” Fuyumi grins, moving around the counter to stand near you. 

“You should be.” You lean a little closer to her, let her hand brush against your hip, hook her fingers in your belt loops. You nudge your nose against hers, and she takes that as a sign to kiss you. 

Chapped lips meet yours, hungrier than you expected, much less soft than the girl before you. There’s a burning in your gut, her hands, those hands you’ve payed so much attention to, pressing into your hips, pulling you flush against her front. You let out a moan when she swipes her tongue against your lip, your bodies pressing closer and closer like you’ll become one person. She moves her leg in between your thighs, pressed up against you, and your mouth falls open in a gasp, one she wastes no time taking advantage of, all tongue and teeth, all her, her, her. 

The two of you end up on your couch, unable to make it to the bed. If you had to wait any longer, you think maybe you’d both explode. She eats you out, there in your living room, makes you come three times in a row, familiar hungry eyes never stray from your own. 

…

She doesn’t talk about the vampire thing. Ever. She goes quiet when you bring it up, busying herself with something else like washing the dishes in your sink or trying to find something to watch on tv. You mostly let it go because you know Fuyumi. You know how fascinated she is by humans, how she envies them, how that envy and fascination is the very reason you’re together now. 

And maybe it should hurt you, the fact that believing you were human was the one reason she’d been so interested. But you know her, bleeding unbeating heart and all, she loves you. She loves you and your monster, she just doesn’t love her’s.

It’s difficult to drag the body through your house alone, vampire strength being something you hadn’t been blessed with once you’d turned all those years ago. Fuyumi sent you a message that she’d be at the studio late and would probably just end up going home instead of coming over. You figure you have time to drain this guy of all he’s worth, pack him up into little tupperwares in your fridge and be done with him by morning. 

You’ve done this a million times before, dragged a body out to your back yard, fed from it until your satisfied before saving the rest. It’s enough to last you a couple of weeks. It’s a good system. 

You don’t hear the sliding door open, you just hear Fuyumi say your name. You look up at her, blood on your mouth, your neck, your hands, fangs poking out underneath your top lip. You’re sure you look terrifying, but it’s the look on her face that scares you. 

It’s disgust, and betrayal, and anger. It’s tears welling up in her pretty, gray eyes and her mouth falling open and closed at the sight of you. 

But Fuyumi, well, Fuyumi wants to join you. It’s taking everything in her not to fall to her knees and sink her teeth into the neck of this possibly innocent man. She wants to drink and kiss you, and drink, and touch you, and then drink some more, this time from your neck. But Fuyumi doesn’t kill for blood, and she thought that neither did you. 

“I can’t believe you.” Her words are quiet. If you both hadn’t been outside on a completely silent night, you don’t think you would have even heard her. 

“Fuyumi…” You begin, standing up from where you’d previously crouched down, blood on your hands falling against the concrete in sticky splatters. She takes a step back like she’s scared of you. 

“You killed him.”

“Fuyumi,” another step.

“Stay there.” You stop. It’s not supposed to be like this. She’s supposed to love you. She does love you. You have to tell yourself that. 

“I’m a vampire. What did you expect? This is who we are.” You try to explain. 

“It’s not—it’s not who I am.” She shakes her head, flashes of red appear behind her eyes, the teeth of her brothers, her hands covered in blood the same way yours are now. Laughing, hollering, arms tangled together, the last time they’d all been with each other, the last time they were happy. 

“It is. It is who you are. Fuyumi, you’re starving.” Your words seem to do something to her, her mouth falls closed. A decision is made, and her feet take her closer and closer to you and the body on the floor. 

She wraps her hand around the back of your neck, thumbs through the blood you’re covered in and kisses you. She licks the blood on your lips, moaning from either your tongue or taste, you’re unsure. You pull her close, blood smearing against her white t-shirt. She pulls away from your lips, kissing your jaw and your neck, poking her tongue out to lick up the mess. You place your hands on her cheeks, pulling her back to look at you. 

“Come here.” You whisper, pulling her down as you crouch to the ground. “I want you to drink—I want to share.”

She lets you pull her down, taking your hand in hers, slippery, slick. You move away from his neck, leaving it open for her, urging her. This is what she wants. There’s something about drinking from your bite in the man’s neck. You’ve been here, you’re bite is her bite is her blood. 

And, god, is it delicious. She drinks, lets it fall down her throat in large gulps, dripping down her chin and neck. A sound escapes her throat, guttural, everything she’s deprived herself of having, here in between her teeth. She watches you while she drinks, eyes looking up through white lashes, reaching a hand out to hold you by the wrist, grounded. She pulls away, heaving, even though she has no need for breath. Her lips, saturated in red, begging to be tasted.

“You’re beautiful like that,” You speak, squeezing her hand, “with his blood on your mouth.”

She kisses you, all tongue, her fangs catching on your bottom lip. She pulls away and pushes you down, lets you bite the other side of the dead man’s neck, pets your hair as you drink. It goes on like this for a while, kissing, drinking, touching, whispers of please and oh, god and both of your names over and over until you’re a jumbled mess of words and sounds and blood and guts. 

You stumble, half naked through the door, Fuyumi’s hands and lips all over you. You don’t make it to the bed, a habit the two of you have seemed to form, falling down on the hardwood, limbs all tangled. With her shirt already discarded outside, you thumb the hooks of her bra open, throwing it to the side. Blood has dripped from her throat down between the valley of her breasts, and you lick it up, feeling her back arch as she hovers above you. 

She kisses your neck, almost frantic. Her fangs brush against your skin like she might sink into you, but she doesn’t, just kisses you so sweetly. 

“Can I bite you, please?” She moans. “I need to—I’ve wanted to—”

“Yes.” You interrupt her, throwing your head back against the floor and baring your neck to her. She wastes no time sinking her fangs into your flesh, blood pouring into her mouth. Coppery and sweet, a hint of licorice and cherry—Fuyumi thinks she can’t get enough. You gasp, hands grabbing at her waist, fingers digging into her sides enough to leave a mark. You’ve never felt pain like this, all agony and bliss. 

She smiles at you, bloody, when she pulls away. A part of you is her’s now, nestled between her ribs, living in her stomach. You taste yourself on her lips, hands pulling at her jeans, your leg moving between her thighs to grind against her cunt. 

You flip her onto her back, sucking on her neck, venturing down her body. You pull her jeans from her legs, along with her underwear, spreading her legs. She’s so wet, thighs sticky with arousal as you run a finger through her folds. A whine escapes her lips as you thumb over her clit. With your eyes on her, you press your tongue to her entrance, watching how her face contorts in pleasure. It reminds you of the way she’d stared at you while drinking from the man, hand clutched to your wrist, not once daring to look away, With one hand, you reach up to do the same, bloody fingers circling her wrist as you devour her. 

She writhes, arching her back and grinding against your face, a mess of slick and blood pooling in your mouth as you bring her closer and closer to orgasm. 

“Please!” She cries, “please! Oh my god!”

Her moans only spur you on as you speed up the movement of your tongue, squeezing her wrist as you let her move her hips against your mouth. She comes with a strangled cry of your name, legs shaking around your head, falling limp against the floor as you lick at her swollen clit. You pull away, rising from your place in between her thighs to hover over her.

“Like that?” You ask her, placing soft kisses against her jaw. She manages a soft mhm before moving her face to kiss you.You run your hands up and down the sides of her body, “so pretty…”

“Let me touch you.” She begs, pushing herself up onto her elbows. You nod, letting her maneuver you so you’re on your back again. She kisses you again, swirling her tongue against yours, tasting herself. In a way, part of her is yours now, too.

She slips her hand into your underwear, gasping at the feeling of how wet you are. You take the opportunity to lick into her mouth, moaning against her lips as she slips two fingers inside of you. She pulls away from your mouth and eyes the open wound on your neck. You lock eyes with her, nodding in approval, allowing her to bite you again. 

She bites and curls her fingers inside you at the same time. A choked scream escapes your throat at both sensations. You move your hips as she pumps her fingers in and out of you, her throat bobbing with each drink she takes from you. It’s overwhelming, and so satisfying, being the consumed for a change. 

Her thumb brushes over your clit and you jolt, gripping her waist as she brings you closer to the edge. 

“Kiss me!” You cry, “Fuyumi!” 

She pulls away from your neck, watching how the blood flows from the wound, continuing her movements against your pussy. You pull her down to kiss you as you come from her fingers. You’re both moaning against each other, passing your blood between your tongues. She pulls her hand from between your legs, stares at the pink-tinted slick and how it webs between her fingers before wrapping her lips around her fingers and sucking them clean off. 

She smiles down at you, hair a mess, glasses-less as they’d fallen off much earlier. You press your palms against her cheeks, admiring her. This Fuyumi is hungry, and bloody, and the furthest thing from human. You love her like this. You’ll be her’s forever, if she’ll have you. 

You pull her into the shower with you, washing the blood from her hair and her back, taking turns and watching the blood swirl down the drain. She cleans the wound on your neck, and places a bandage over it, though you know it’ll be healed by morning. You place her glasses back onto her face. The two of you fall into bed, finally, arms and legs tangled together, huddled closely. She rubs over the bandage on your neck. 

“Next time, I wanna bite you, okay?” You ask, nudging your nose against her. She lets out a laugh you’re excited to hear for the rest of your immortal life and nods. 

“I can’t wait.”

[strawbvrryshortcake]

Modern highschool but fantasy with alot of creatures and magicals beings too. In this world humans are rare, almost like myths.

And its the Vampire prince!Shouto who one day ends up— he is the first one ofc—finding out that you are actually a human, hiding behind a costume and perfumes. Since that day he tries to get closer to you and keep you to himself. Oh not to forget that he's the hot and popular but untouchable dark prince of the school.

Should I try some headcannons or story with that, maybe? 👀

[imagination-mess]

IMAGINE Human Turned Vampire Shoto Todoroki

Takes place at the university level; there is some lore about him. Here is some lore of the University, it is open ended though.

Here is Ghost Izuku, and Werewolf!Katsuki

Word Count: 680+

Human! Shouto comes from an interesting, complicated family. He wasn't always a vampire. He was human, just like everyone in the world, along with his siblings. In short, his mother's vampire genetics were dormant growing up just like the rest of his siblings. 

Human! Shouto grew up in a town filled with monsters seeking refuge, trying to hide away from his father. It was a town where supernatural creatures resided and protected each other. His father was a human wizard who was obsessed with creating powerful beings. He almost killed Touya when he was a teenager. 

Human! Shouto has a vampirism virus running through his veins. The only way to awaken that virus is by dying. However, his body is already acting as if he is a full-fledged vampire; his body craves drinking blood. 

Human! Shouto and his siblings would have to resort to drinking a special drink created by a witch to make it more manageable. It satisfies the hunger for blood. They would also have the same struggles that vampires would, like being deathly allergic to real silver and not being able to be around certain flowers. 

Human! Shouto remained human until he turned 20 years old. On his birthday, he turned into a vampire due to a fatal mistake made by a hunter who was following him and his group of friends. The hunter was truly aiming at one of Shoto's friends but missed fatally injuring Shoto. 

Vampire! Shouto surprisingly adjusted to being a vampire very well and quickly since he has been taught self-restraint since he was a toddler. He keeps his new fangs to himself and buys blood bags along with the special drink from the local witch shop near campus.

Vampire! Shouto wasn't expecting to fall in love with you, his classmate who is considered to be Normie at Arcane University. A human who doesn't know anything about the supernatural. It was one of the transfer students that Arcane University had to let in to avoid suspicion from the government. 

Vampire! Shouto feels like he is human again around you. He gets that weird sensation in his gut whenever he is around you, especially when you are smiling and laughing. 

Vampire! Shouto guards his water bottle that has human blood with his life depending on it. He subconsciously places it beside him and away from your reach. It became a habit when he started dating you. 

Vampire! Shouto had to leave abruptly during your first makeout session with you in your dorm room. His fangs popped out and cut your lip by accident. He was too relaxed and excited all at the same time. His fangs just popped out. He was also overdue to get some human blood in his system.

Vampire! Shouto's actions made you believe that he was scared of blood, but it was far from the truth. He liked your blood. If a vampire finds someone attractive, their blood is much sweeter to them. The way he left in the dormroom so fast that he had left his wallet and keys. 

Vampire! Shouto felt a certain way at the sight of you dressing up as a vampire in the modern age for Halloween. 

Vampire! Shouto was terrifying in the hide and seek game. He makes people scream in terror, feeling him hanging upside from the balcony with glowing eyes in the plain darkness of the night. It was the glowing eyes in the dark that looked terrifying. He is a monster of the night.

Vampire! Shouto is a monster of the night. He was using this game to let out that pin-up predator drive of hunting down prey. It explains why his eyes were glowing so menacing, making people feel trapped and small. That night was the birth of the rumors about him being some sort of demon. 

Bonus:

Your words were playing on repeat in his mind for the rest of the night that you found him handsome with fangs and all. You were flustered at him when he smiled or smirked throughout the night.

It was attractive—unknowingly, it was his real fangs.

Please feel free to ask me anything to request anything within this universe. I am sucker to supernatural au.

Next: Vampire! Touya

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Sangreal (vampire Dabi x Reader x vampire Shigaraki) teaser chapter I chapter II chapter III chapter IV chapter V chapter VI chapter VIII

OnlyFans - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW) Vigil - Dabi x Reader Searing touch - Dabi x Reader (NSFW) Take his breath away - Shoto x Reader (NSFW) Blind date - Dabi x Reader Swimming in the stars - Dabi x Reader (NSFW) The perfect day - Bakugo x Reader Shower heat - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW) Study break - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW) Like a phoenix - Dabi x Reader No matter what - Dabi x Reader O-face - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW) Obsession - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW) A dying star - Dabi x Reader Villain in love - Dabi x Reader Crimson comfort - Shigaraki x Reader (NSFW) Scars beneath the spotlight - Dabi & Shigaraki with Reader Like a peach - Dabi x Reader (NSFW) “I don’t hate it” - Dabi x Reader A piggyback ride - Kirishima x Reader “You belong to me” - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW) A phone call - Shoto Todoroki x Reader A sultry greeting - Bakugo x Kirishima x Reader (NSFW) An explosive shoulder to lean on - Bakugo x Reader Practice makes perfect - Dabi x Reader (NSFW) Just a little longer - Aizawa x Reader (NSFW) A warm welcome - pro hero!Dabi - headcanons NSFW A new beginning - Dabi x Reader Echoes of courage - Mirko x Reader Let's unwind - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW) Cool down - Overhaul x Reader (NSFW) Biddability - Dabi x Reader (NSFW) A toast to the past - Dabi x Reader Camping - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW) Happy birthday Shoto Todoroki - Shoto & Todofam NSFW Alphabet - Hitoshi Shinso NSFW Alphabet - Dabi & Shigaraki NSFW Alphabet - Izuku Midoriya A ribbon - Dabi x Reader (NSFW) Taste - Shigaraki x Reader (NSFW) Dabi's way for Valentine's Day - Dabi x Reader Roses - Shigaraki x Reader

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[moonchild701]

So I had a Thought™

As a Dabi girlie, who is always and forever also a Damon Salvatore girlie, I've realized that a lot of fanon Dabi is almost exactly like Damon.

The lil playful personality that either masks his pain, or just for shits n giggles depending on the mood, the teasing borderline lovable bullying, the burn the world down to keep you warm vibes, the hates everyone but you schtick, the dark, broody thing they have going on....not to mention the black hair & blue eyes combo.....

Especially if it's set without quirks? And it's in like college, or even a few Bassist Touya AUs or something??? Ooohh that's Damon

I think I've also been subconsciously characterizing Dabi as Damon in certain ways sometimes...

So anyways

[kikyoupdates]

Bloodthirst ⭑˚💋⭑

bnha x vampire!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, my vampire!reader, slowburn

As punishment for your sins, you, a young vampire, are banished — not just from your home, but to a different world entirely. Now, you find yourself in a foreign place where Quirks and heroes are the norm. In addition to coming to terms with your new life, you must also face your greatest challenge: controlling your massive thirst for blood.

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[bellabellaball]

my son my sins teaser

Genre: Vampire AU, Supernatural Politics, Found Family

Featuring: Vampire Touya, kid Shoto, OC Zariyah (Black vampire ), Pureblood society drama, Hints of Vampire Knight fusion

Warnings: Blood consumption (vampiric),Mentions of incest (non-graphic, legacy-based context from vampire politics),Power imbalance / dark legacy themes,Protective but morally grey dad vibes,Classism and prejudice (vampire vs. human),blood play

synopsis: pureblood touya raises his brother/son with his girlfriend Zariyah. The vampire council wants to kill half human shoto over touya undead body. (takes elements from vampire knights some characters appear later on)

The moon hung low and swollen over the Todoroki estate, bathing the marble halls in a silver that never reached warmth. Even here, deep in the heart of the pureblood stronghold, the air tasted like secrets—iron and regret laced into every breath.

Touya lounged in a high-backed velvet chair, boots kicked over the armrest, one arm curled protectively around the small boy asleep in his lap. Shoto clung to him with the helpless trust of a child who knew no safer place. His snowy head was tucked beneath Touya’s chin, his tiny fingers curled in the fabric of Touya’s shirt like roots desperate for soil.

"You shouldn't baby him like that," Zariyah murmured, her voice low as she sat beside her lover, dark fingers absently playing in Shoto's hair.

"If I don't," Touya snapped, "then who will? It’s not like Enji—" His fangs bared, rage flaring beneath the surface. Shoto twitched but didn’t wake. Zariyah moved quickly, lifting the child into her arms and laying him gently on the nearby couch. She covered him with a blanket, her movements soft and maternal.

"Technically… he's not your son," she said, easing back into the seat beside Touya.

He didn’t look at her right away. When he did, his fangs were still extended, glinting in the moonlight. "It’s not like I wanted this. My father—Enji—he orchestrated it all."

A beat passed.

“It’s not every day a thirteen-year-old becomes a father,” Touya added bitterly. "He said it was tradition. That it would ‘purify the line.’"

Zariyah's lips tightened. Her family, once enslaved by nobles like Enji, had broken their chains long ago. Her brand of vampire didn’t dance in the incestuous blood rituals of the old world.

“Shoto doesn’t even know how he was conceived,” she whispered. “That he was a pawn—bred by force.”

Touya laughed darkly. “He fed from me first, you know? Not his mother. Me. He’s mine.” His voice cracked slightly, bitter and worn. “Enji wouldn’t even change his diapers.”

Zariyah turned to him fully. She saw past the cocky grin, the blood-stained shirt, the predator swagger. She saw the boy. The broken boy, who never got to be one.

“You’re his sire,” she said. “Born from you. Raised by you. And you’re going to fight for him.”

She climbed into his lap, straddling him, her face inches from his. “The Council is old. Their power is crumbling. You, me, Zero, Kaname—our generation doesn’t owe them anything.”

Her fangs descended. With a growl, she bit into his neck, drinking deep. Touya gasped he’d grown used to her, but this was different. Desperate. Angry. She arose the crimson liquid staining her face. "you father presents the old way she said

Zariyah licks her fingers slow and deliberate. "we are the new age."

Zariyah curls an arm around Touya’s neck

“If you love him,” she hissed, blood staining her lips, “then stop hiding. Fight for him. He’s not a mistake. He’s ours.”

The blood spills across the marble like an offering. Zariyah dips her fingers in it and feeds it to Touya. He sucks her fingers clean.

Slow. Obscene.

They kiss messy, hungry, blood-slick. It isn’t gentle. It’s claiming.

And when they pull apart, lips red, eyes wild.

🕯️ Reblogs and thoughts encouraged. First chapter, more coming. 🕯️

Plan to make a full story not Sure if I'll be on on a03 of here.

for clarification no incest is had between enji and touya or any main character.

[k-nayee]

CHAPTER 5. THE RESULTS ARE IN

❝We know what we are, but not what we may be.❞

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The hum of machinery and quiet murmur of voices filled UA's faculty room as teachers gathered to review footage from the entrance exam.

Large screens lined the walls, each one displaying a different examinees from various angles with their quirks on full display.

And in the center of it all sat Principal Nezu: the mutant rodent's sharp gaze drifting, his paws tapping rhythmically against the chair as he intently watch the clips.

"Hmmm, very peculiar," Nezu mused, his eyes glinting with interest as he watched one particular feed. The camera zoomed in on a figure darting through the simulated city, dodging and weaving through the city.

Following his gaze, the other teachers' attention turned to the screen.

"She's... not fightin'?" Snipe was the first to break the silence, scratching his head beneath his cowboy hat. "Most kids dive straight into the action, but she's just...skirtin' around."

"She's not even going for the robots," Cementoss added, "More like avoiding them completely."

"Hold on...OH YEAH!!" Present Mic's booming voice cut through the air, making a few teachers jump in their seats. He leaned forward with a wide grin. "THAT'S THE LITTLE LISTENER WHO YELLED 'HEY!' DURING MY INTRODUCTION!"

Nezu's expression remained calm, a twinkle gleaming in his eyes.

"Indeed. Examinee #9948..." he announced. At that moment, small drones whizzed through the air, dropping thin folders onto each teacher's desk.

The sound of fluttering paper filled the room as each teacher picked up the document in front of them, opening it to reveal a student profile....your student profile.

Looking back at them was your smiling face. Subtle crinkles formed at the corner of your eyes from the soft smile you had as a pair of fangs peeked out from your lips.

Scattered through your [hair color] were clusters of delicate urn-shaped highbush blueberry flowers, a mark of your quirk's botanical side.

Nezu's voice carried over the hum of murmurs. "...also known as Akashiya ____."

An audible, dramatic gasp broke the room. Turning towards the source, Present Mic was there, mouth covered in shock as recognition dawned on his face. "AKASHIYA, YOU SAY?! PRESIDENT NEZU, YOU SURE THAT'S THE AKASHIYA?"

Practically bouncing in his seat, Mic whipped his head to his left. "SHOUTA! DID YA HEAR THAT?! YOU DON'T THINK THAT'S THE SAME AKASHIYA FROM—"

"Enough." Aizawa cut him off in his usual flat, deadpan tone. Leaning back in his seat, tired and disinterested eyes watch as you help a pair of students avoid the zero-pointer.

A flicker of recognition crossed his eyes at the sight of you, but nothing else was expressed.

It wasn't until the sudden color change of your hair to an almost eerie white and the your eyes glowed red, did his mask break with a raised brow.

More gasps and murmurs erupted around the room as the teachers watched in awe.

"OH WOW! DID YOU SEE THAT?!" Present Mic screamed as the footage showed you stomping down on the zero-pointer's arm, completely severing it with a single move. "SHE JUST—WHAM! THAT'S SOME REAL POWER, RIGHT THERE!"

Midnight smirked from her seat, twirling a lock of her dark hair between her fingers. "Well she certainly knows how to make an impression," she commented, eyes glued to the screen.

Ectoplasm, usually calm, chimed in. "For someone who didn't seem interested in fighting at first... she's got real combat potential."

As the faculty members buzzed with amazement at your display of strength, Aizawa's gaze drifted back to Nezu, who was already watching him with a knowing smile.

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𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲𝑺 𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹...

The next few days passed in a blur, and the tension around the UA exam results grew. You spent most of your time pacing your room, a pit of dread sitting deep in your stomach.

Your phone suddenly buzzed, startling you. It was Izuku.

 "____! I made it!" His voice was practically shaking with joy. "I got into the hero course!"

You forced a smile. "That's amazing, Zuki! I'm so happy for you!"

 "What about you? Did you get your letter yet?"

"...N-no, not yet. I haven't checked."

"Ah, well, let me know as soon as you do, okay? We'll hang out to celebrate later!" he said before hanging up. As soon as the call ended, your smile dropped, face falling into a grim expression.

"Let's hope I failed..." you muttered under your breath.

Your eyes drift over to where the unopened UA letter had been sitting, waiting until you knew of Izuku's fate before you found yours.

Approaching the desk, you eye the envelope as if it was about to bite you.

You didn't want to end up in the hero course. You never did. As much as the world loved heroes, as much as Izuku dreamed of becoming one—the idea never quite sat right with you.

General studies was where you wanted to be. Less attention. Less pressure.

 'I did the bare minimum,' you remind yourself. 'I should at least land in General Studies...'

With trembling fingers you rip open the envelope. A small device slid out, lighting up as it activated and a hologram of All Might himself appeared before you.

"Congratulations, young Akashiya!" His booming voice filled the room. "You've made it into UA's Hero Course!"

Your stomach drop.

"...Fuuuuuuuuuuuck."

You slump down onto the floor and clutch your hair in frustration with a racing heart and spinning mind.

"B-but how?" you stammered, your hands trembling. "I don't remember doing any of that..."

Almost as if hearing your confusion, the hologram continued, this time showing footage of the exam.

Your eyes widened as you watched various clips of yourself saving random students from tedious accidents and falls, even showing where you saved a pair of students—Kirishima and another unknown girl—from the zero-pointer.

'THEY FUCKING SCORED ME HELPING?!'

Then the image of Moka appeared; your hair shifting to a bright white before you kicked the massive robot away with terrifying strength and precision.

Your eyes remained glued to the display as you weakly let out a small "Oh..."

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You trudge down the stairs, each step heavier than the last. The reason for you being accepted was still pressing in your mind, the weight of it suffocating.

Your parents were seated on the couch chatting away, but quickly stop upon hearing your footsteps. Turning, your mother's face brightened at the sight of you.

"Honey! I-what's wrong?" The blank expression on your face makes her pause.

You stared at her, mouth opening and closing as you struggled to get the words out. Then suddenly, without warning, the dam burst.

"I... I got in..." tears stream down your face as you stood at the bottom of the stairs. "I got into the hero course..."

Your voice cracked at the confession, but your parents didn't notice the dread laced in your words.

Instead, they both lit up with pride and joy.

"Oh, sweetheart!" your mother exclaimed, rising from the couch and rushing over to you. "That's incredible! You did it!"

Your father follow close behind, pride gleaming in his blood red irises as he clasp a hand on your shoulder. "Looks like you're finally on your way to become a hero."

Their words hit you like a punch in the gut making your tears flow harder. Mistaking the breakdown for tears of joy, they pull you into a tight embrace.

"There, there," your mother coos, rubbing your back as she held you close. "I know it's overwhelming, but this is what you've been working so hard for."

You shook your head in denial, but the sobs kept coming.

You wanted to tell them. To explain that this wasn't what you wanted at all. But you couldn't.

You couldn't bring yourself to ruin the pride they felt for you.

And so, you cried as they held you with smiles, oblivious to the truth.

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You solemnly walk alongside Izuku on the way to U.A. High, dragging your feet a little. The sky is clear and bright, but you can't seem to find it in yourself to enjoy it.

 It was like walking to your own doom, even though the greenette looked excited—too excited, if you're being honest.

"Isn't it amazing, ____?! We're finally starting at U.A.!" his voice was filled with joy, almost making you wince.

"Yeah... amazing," you muttered, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. "Just...can't wait."

'I did the bare minimum. I shouldn't even be here.'

When you both entered the building, Izuku was already muttering up a storm. Normally you would've consoled him, offered some words of encouragement to ease his nerves.

But today? Today you were too bummed.

U.A. Hero Course...

How did you get stuck in this mess? You wanted to lay low, go unnoticed. And yet here you are, walking toward a future you never asked for. 

Opening the door to Class 1-A, noise hit you like a tidal wave.

The sight before you was all too familiar: Bakugo Katsuki, mid-scream, yelling at the blue-haired guy from the exam who had called out both you and Izuku. "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME, FOUR EYES?!"

Kirishima saw you the moment you walked in. His face lit up and he raised a hand to call your name.

But his excitement falters once he spots your quiet, almost defeated demeanor. Instead he lowers his hand, deciding to speak to you later when he has the chance.

"Oh, that curly hair!"

You and Izuku turn to see a girl at the room's entrance. You recognize her from before the exam, who saved you two from a nasty fall.

"You passed! Just like Present Mic said you would!" Her short brown hair bounced with her bubbly movements. Her grin was bright, big eyes shining with excitement. "I mean of course you did! Your punch was amazing!!"

Izuku's face turned bright red as he stumbled over his words. "I-I was? I mean, I was just trying to do my best—"

When she glanced at you, however, her confident demeanor shifted. "Oh! Um... h-hi!" she stammered, her eyes darting nervously between you and Izuku.

You noticed she was wearing the flower you'd given her weeks ago—except now it was decorated in her hair.

"Is that the flower I gave you?" you asked, pointing to it.

The brunette furiously blushed, subconsciously brushing her fingers against it. "Y-yeah... I, um, made it into a hairpin because... well, it's...nice." she mumbled, ending the statement in a quiet voice.

You blink in surprise, warmth flooding your chest. You hadn't expected her to cherish it like that. "You made that? Wow...looks pretty."

She malfunctions at your compliment, words tangle up in her throat. "T-thanks! Y-you're really p-pretty too!"

Before the situation could get any more awkward, 'Four Eyes' strode over with a serious face, as rigid as ever.

"Greetings! I am Iida Tenya from the Somei Private Academy! Midoriya, I see you've made it into the Hero Course. It seems you were aware that there was more to the entrance exam than just combat! That takes foresight and strategic thinking. I misjudged you!" He bowed stiffly.

And of course, the freckled boy panicked under pressure of the sudden praise.

"N-no, I didn't! I mean, I wasn't—It was just—!" He fumbled over his words while you subtly rolled your eyes, not bothering to acknowledge Iida's over-the-top demeanor.

Just then, a tired voice cut through the room. "If you're here to socialize, get out."

Everyone froze, including you. Slowly you turned around, looking for the source of the voice. At first, you didn't see anyone—then, you heard shuffling and looked down.

There on the floor, was a man in a raggedy yellow sleeping bag, sipping on a juice pouch like he had all the time in the world. His tired eyes barely opened as he took another sip.

He stood up sluggishly, as though he had just woken up from a particularly bad nap. "My name is Shota Aizawa. I'll be your homeroom teacher," he muttered.

Already you didn't like him. Interrupting Zuki's chance to make friends and social connections? Not cool.

Not to mention he seemed very uninterested in being there, which annoyed you for some reason.

"It's kind of sudden, but we're going straight into it: Quirk assessment test," his eyes lazily scan the room, but you could feel they were sharp.

The entire class tensed up, sensing the weight of his words.

Aizawa pulls out a stack of gym clothes out the sleeping bag and throws it on top of his desk. "Get dressed and meet up outside."

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Herded outside, Aizawa stood in front of the class, arms crossed and face blank.

You half-listened as he began to explain what was happening, that you'd be performing various physical tests using your quirks.

"This is a serious evaluation of your abilities. Don't screw around. And so, for a little motivator, the person who came in last would be kicked out ."

You perk up at that.

Izuku's face drained of color. You could practically feel the anxiety radiating off him, and for once you couldn't blame him.

He turns to you, clearly worried. "W-what are we going to do ____?! We can't get kicked out already!"

"Don't worry, I'm going to sit this one out. You just make sure to do your best, okay?"

"But—! You can't just—"

"I'll be fine, Zuki. Can't use my advanced abilities anyway unless this is taken off." Giving a sad smile, you tug at the rosary around your neck. "Besides, I need to know if I can handle myself without it."

That was a lie. You weren't doing this for practice.

You had no plans of staying at U.A., and this was your perfect way out. If you placed last, you'd be expelled. You'd gladly sacrifice yourself so he could stay.

The tests began, and true to your word, you barely tried.

50-meter dash? You jogged at a leisure pace. Grip strength test? You squeezed just enough to move the needle a few inches. Long jump? Just a  lil hop as a kid would when playing hopscotch.

When it came to Izuku's turn for the throw, you watched in confusion as he managed to hurl the ball incredibly far.

Your brows furrowed 'How the hell did he just do that? '

Something about it didn't add up. But you shook your head, deciding to worry about that later. 'Focus on getting kicked out first.'

Aizawa watched you the whole time, sharp eyes narrowing with every test. Kirishima, on the other hand, looked genuinely confused.

He had seen what you could do during the entrance exam—the way you'd saved people and destroyed the Zero Pointer with a single kick. Now, you were acting like you couldn't care less.

Finally the scores were displayed. And as expected, you were dead last.

"Well dang!" You clap your hands together as you jump up with a wide grin on your face. "Really wanted to stay, but it looks like I GOTS to go!"

With a pep in your step, you began to walk to the nearest exit. 

"W-wait! You can't just go! You... you don't have to do this!" Izuku's voice cracked as he shouted with tears brimming his eyes.

"She wasn't using her full quirk!" He reached for your rosary, his hand shaking as he tried to grab it. "If you just take this off, you can still—"

You jumped back before his fingers could touch the necklace, holding your hands up defensively.

"Whoa there!" You let out a nervous laugh, giving the greenette a light pat on the head. "You know I can't Zuki. I'd feel like a total cheater if I used my quirk now. That wouldn't be fair."

Izuku stared at you with quivering lips, clearly on the verge of begging Aizawa to let you retake the test with your vampire quirk side active.

He couldn't do this, not without you.

You rub his back, keeping up your fake disappointed smile. And though you hated seeing him like this, you had to stick to your plan.

Aizawa watched the scene unfold in silence, his tired eyes taking in everything as he processed everything. Then, he sighed.

Just as you were about to give Izuku another consoling pat on the back, Aizawa's monotone voice cut through the air. "Oh, and about the last person getting kicked out—"

You whipped your head up, glancing at him in confusion. Why was he dragging this out?

Catching the strange glint in his dark eyes, your face drops. 'No...no way...'

 He wasn't serious...was he? 

Aizawa's lips curved into a dark smirk as the panic spread across your face.

You glared at him. 'You wouldn't dare,' your eyes said.

Aizawa's grin widened as if to say, 'Oh, I would,' before delivering the finishing blow: "I lied."

For a second, everything was still. The the words finally sunk in.

"____'s not getting expelled?!" Izuku lets out a cry of happiness. Aizawa gave a nod in response, barely sparing a glance as you dropped to your knees with a wail.

You weren't getting kicked out....you weren't leaving. There was no getting out of this.

Tears began streaming down your face, you try to cover them to hide how distraught you were. Not that it mattered, to others it looked like tears of joy.

Izuku immediately knelt beside you, pulling your hands away from your face. "Hey, ____. Look at me! It's okay... it's alright... No need to cry," he said, voice soft and gentle.

You calmed down with a sniffle, managing a shaky and hesitant grin. "R-really?"

Your bestfriend nodded vigorously, his grin lighting up the entire field. "Yes! We can finally become heroes together!"

That fake grin you had crumbled and you couldn't hold back the loud ugly sobs that followed.

You were stuck here. You had to be a hero now.

Misunderstanding your feelings Izuku continued to console you thinking you were crying of happiness. "It's okay! We're gonna be heroes!" he repeated, voice filled with excitement for the future.

One by one the other classmates began to gather around, offering words of encouragement and patting you on the shoulder with words of "You've got this!" or "We're a team!"

Bakugo could only stand off to the side, arms crossed and looking thoroughly unimpressed. "What a bunch of extras," he grumbled under his breath. Todoroki, equally unamused, kept his distance.

Through all of this, Aizawa watched, munching on a bag of popcorn. Where he got the popcorn? No one knew, but he was clearly enjoying himself.

And so, your new life at U.A. had officially begun. Whether you liked it or not.

[seneon]

BEWITCHED ──── vampire! touya × fem! reader.

about. only a creature could fill in your emptiness. vampire! au, set in the 1890s. mild suggestive content; bloodsucking and making out. touya is a yapper. wc of 1.1K.

notes. i heart vampires i need to date one actually

it is a cruel and dark night where a human girl born from solitary darkness walks around the howling dusk. your intentions were unknown to the phantoms of the night, but one thing was clear;

you sought a certain vampire.

when your eyes caught a glimpse of the softest white hair dancing along the cold wind that blew past, you swiftly moved towards your wicked solace. all in crumbling hopes that he will once again fulfill your saddening desires to have his hands all over your skin.

touya is seated on a huge tree branch, gazing the beauty of the night before he takes a glance down at his feet. he could feel a little smirk starting to carve at the corner of his mouth at the incoming figure of the most perfect girl he feasted his turquoise eyes and his canine fangs on.

the movements in your legs came to a halt just below the huge tree where touya sat on the highest branches, having a staring contest with the moon lady herself.

touya then hopped down, swiftly landing on his feet before immediately touching your beautiful skin. you were like a beautiful porcelain doll, carved by the fingers of the angels in heaven. only this time, you are his porcelain doll. a doll to feed off whenever he has grown hungry over time.

“the moon knows of your existence,” said the white-haired creature, his refined features glistening under the moonlight that seemed to oddly favour him, making him even more handsome than he already is.

“what?” you let out in confusion and slightly tilted your head, emitting a chuckle from the vampire who used his thumb to graze your cheek in such a loving manner it twists at your stomach and stabs every single butterfly that lives in you.

“i’ve been talking about you to the moon,” touya rephrases, his thumb not on your cheek but the bottom of your lips coated in a light layer of squeezed rose petals. he lightly rubs the edge of your lips, allowing some of the pigment to smear along the path his thumb creates.

“i was so lonely without you,” he said as his gaze never left your lips and the smeared colour that drags down your chin. “you did not come last night.”

“sorry touya. something came up.”

you quickly apologised to him, your eyes lingering all over his face as he lets out a light scoff at your words. “what's more important than fueling my desires, pretty girl?"

“nothing is.”

he smiles at your response, hands moving to trail down your neck as his thumb is now caressing your throat, his touch feathery that it makes you lose the flow of your breathing. you could feel him staring right into your neck as if he seeks comfort by leaning closer to you until your back hits the tree trunk, his face buried in your neck.

“you smell so good…” touya inhales your scent. it's so intoxicating to him that it is like a drug that alters his brain completely. his breathing hits your skin, and it was hundreds of tiny little spiders crawling down your spine at his hot breath that blew onto you.

“you have bewitched me body and soul, do you know that?” his lips brushed over the skin of your neck as you breathed out hitched breaths.

“i am so smitten with you, your blood, your body, your soul. everything.”

the vampire places a chaste kiss on your neck, one hand moving down to weave their way with your fingers. while his other hand rests on your cheek, trailing fiery caresses along your jawline.

“may i?” he kisses your neck again, letting his lips stay on your skin a little longer than it should have.

your mind didn't even need to wander off what he asks of you and you are already nodding to him, already complying and offering yourself as a sacrifice to an immortal creature who lives for an eternity. it's so pathetic that it strips your dignity down into pure nothingness.

touya let out a satisfied hum, wasting no time to dive down right where your neck is let loose. it was let loose for him. a dress you wore that barely covers your neck and collar bones. it's a miracle how you are not haunted by the leering of men yet.

the fangs that touya compressed into his gums sharply reformed to visibility, and then he carved a mark or two by sinking his teeth into your pretty skin.

a grunt of sting you let out, as your head fell backwards, your own teeth sinking into the bottom of your lips to contain the pain that burned your neck. you could feel his tongue against your skin, simply sucking on your blood and feasting on it like he will never consume them ever again.

cheeks painted with the glorious scenery of a rose field, your hand that was laced with touya squeezing his fingers tightly. one free hand moved up to tangle in his white hair, pulling at the soft strands.

his fangs unhooked from your skin, bringing his teeth up to be free from you. he does everything so clean, not a single drop of blood spilling down the corner of his mouth like he hungrily sucks on your life source every other time.

today, touya feels a little different than usual. he feels the need to commit more than just consuming your blood or licking and biting your neck. he feels the need to execute something more than that.

so he pressed his bloodstained lips on yours like a desperate fool. your blood blends with the hues of the rose. his lips are so skilled it screams into your ears that he could do so much more than just to suck human blood and kiss a lonely human girl in the middle of the night.

it only added fuel to the fire even more when his tongue ever so gently licks the bottom of your lip that has your teeth marks embedded when you sunk your teeth in when touya bit into you. you immediately hang your lips open for him to slide his tongue in.

it's a dance in your mouth with both your tongues twisting and molding against each other, swallowing each other's sounds that they moaned out.

heaven forbid you resist this creature of the night. your body and soul aches for him, pushing yourself against him when he comes close to get a feeling of being against his body. it drives you utterly insane as much as it drives the vampire crazy.

touya breaks the kiss and licks away any last bit of saliva that hangs through your tongues, before his turquoise eyes looks down at you with a different kind of gleam.

“you won't mind if i turn your solitary life into something… filled with the colour red, won't you?”

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