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BITE BY BITE ┊ CHAPTER ONE .

in which you’re a vampire, and heeseung teaches you how he likes to be bitten.

SYNOPSIS. lee heeseung has one reputation, and it’s that he’s not afraid of anything: of rules, of authority, and especially not of vampires. he’s obviously bad news, and for such reasons, you’ve always made sure to never cross his path. it isn’t until one fateful night that you find yourselves face to face and what he tells you makes your entire world flip on its axis.

“bite me, fangs. just like last time.”

PAIRING. college playboy!heeseung x vampire fem!reader

GENRES. romance, fantasy, slight thriller

WARNINGS. swearing; blood and violence; mentions of death; descriptive & suggestive (makeout) scenes (no smut); some angst; heeseung is kind of a dick / overly flirtatious at times / slightly toxic (sorry I'm kinda into that)

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“your son will die early.”

they say the scariest type of people are the ones who have nothing to lose.

“he will die before his twenty-fifth birthday.”

heeseung disagrees.

he thinks those who have everything to lose are far more terrifying.

this was a lesson he learned when he was just twelve years old.

he’s never really believed in fortune tellers, but that hadn’t stopped his parents from impelling him to visit one on his twelfth birthday. that fateful day was the first spark of what would soon become a raging inferno, because it was then and there that a morbid foretelling had been carved into his fate.

“lee heeseung will die from two bites on his neck.”

there are two types of responses to a death curse.

one, wait for your death — wither away with each second that passes, like you’re a candle slowly melting until the flame is swallowed by a pool of liquid wax.

or two, be a fire — be a raging, catastrophic wildfire; one that scorches everything within its proximity and doesn’t wait to be extinguished, but has to be extinguished.

you can wait for death or play it like a game.

heeseung chose the latter.

he constantly plays dice for death.

“are you scared, heeseung?”

heeseung exhaled, his head thrown back as the girl straddled him. his back was pressed into the couch in the living room of his upscale penthouse, a body flushed against his while the two remained engulfed by midnight darkness — precisely how he liked it. in the dark, every sense felt heightened, like how her delicate fingers spread themselves over his neck, and how her mouth was so close to him that her hot breath tickled the sensitive skin below his jaw.

“scared?” heeseung echoed with a twinge of amusement, his tongue coating his lips. he held her hips while she leaned forward and peppered kisses all over his neck. “that’s cute.”

“ah, so it’s not your first time being bitten,” the girl purred. she then glazed her tongue across his neck, indulging in a preliminary taste, like an appetiser before a full-course meal. “i bet you love it then. being bitten, i mean.”

“i guess i do,” he whispered, feeling slightly impatient as he angled his head closer and allowed the sensation of his breath over her ear to make her shiver — “but i love it especially when they stop wasting my time and get to the point.”

his blunt words sliced through the atmosphere so abruptly that the girl seemed to halt in surprise. heeseung thinks it’s amusing that she reacts like this, because he knows he has a callous reputation that precedes him. is she surprised that what most people say about him is right?

he’s never been the type to dance around his words. he’s honest and forthright and as a result, doesn’t bother to hide the fact that he wants just one thing from this girl — nothing more.

“o-okay, sorry,” the girl cleared her throat and licked her lips. she inhaled deeply before opening her mouth wide enough that her fangs began to extend outward. heeseung could feel their sharp tips lightly graze his skin, which roused a flame of exhilaration within him.

he felt his heart begin to pick up and he shifts in his seat, eyes fluttering shut with furrowed brows.

a slow exhale escaped his nose.

two sharp pricks.

one.

two.

crunch.

a soft grunt leaves his lips. the instant he feels his blood surge up through his veins and out his neck, he waits for that surge of euphoria he had experienced a long time ago.

he waits and waits and waits — but nothing happens.

everything within him falls flat and all his anticipation dissipates like smoke in air.

again.

yet again, he’s disappointed.

they say the first bite for a vampire is a slippery slope, because once you have a taste for blood, the hunger becomes insatiable. ravenous. like there’s an unquenchable thirst to devour, and devour, and devour.

heeseung wonders if the same could apply to him.

is it possible for humans to become insatiable?

is it normal that every time he finds himself here, his mind always floats back to that one girl?

he hasn’t been able to rest ever since that very first bite.

in fact, he’s been relentlessly chasing that thrill — chasing her — for years.

it comes with a sigh and a sharp decline of the exhilaration in his veins that heeseung realises tonight is no exception.

tonight is just another unsatisfying bite.

even after four years, he’s still not able to replicate the sensation he had his first time.

while he knows that bite by bite he inches closer to death, he also knows nobody’s bite has ever felt quite as gratifying as yours — you, the girl of his first bite.

tonight is the nail in the coffin.

he needs to find you.

after all, your bite is the only one that’s ever made him feel alive.

your dad always instilled one lesson in you: be relentless.

“hi!” you stepped forward to a fellow college student, your hand outstretched with a flyer. “would you like the chance to win a gift card valued at twenty dollars? i’m looking for study partici—”

the student scowls instantly, openly glaring at you. “get out of the fucking way, leech.”

he shoves past your shoulder, bumping you hard enough that all the flyers in your hands fall and scatter everywhere along the concrete walkway. you stagger back, stunned by the sight of the disarrayed paper sheets on the ground.

second. that was the second time today that had happened. all your life, you’ve tried to come to terms with the fact that humans and vampires might never get along, but being treated this way certainly stung.

being relentless, as it seems, came at the cost of your dignity.

it’s been roughly two hours since you had arrived at your university’s front courtyard, sweltering under the sun in desperation of finding study participants for your course assignment.

so far — nobody.

literally not a single soul.

your genius idea was that you’d be able to take advantage of the booming foot traffic at this time in the afternoon. after all, the courtyard has always been known to be the place students pass in between classes, especially since it’s lavishly embellished with open, wide cement walkways; gorgeous topiaries and flowers; and a stunning view of the main building out front.

it’s your second year as a nursing student and, in a twist of sickening irony, this semester is all about haematology. blood. the lab project you’ve been assigned is simple: you need to gather some study participants, practise your phlebotomy skills, test their blood, and consult them for any blood-borne viruses. the only problem? it’s been about a month since you were assigned this project and you’ve been wildly unsuccessful in recruiting participants.

the reason why is so obvious that it hurts.

nobody in their right mind wants to trust a vampire with their blood.

be relentless, you echoed to yourself with another sigh, collecting the flyers off the ground.

with what little morsels of resilience you could muster, you stood back up and plastered a polite smile on your face, making quick strides to a pair of girls who were chatting under a large tree. they looked friendly, so you felt a hopeful shine to your lips as the edges tugged upwards.

“hi!” you beamed with a sunny grin, “my name is—”

“go gargle some garlic, fuck-face.” they sneered at you, slamming the flyers out of your hands.

the flyers once again spatter everywhere on the grass, on which the girls are sure to trample over as they storm off.

great.

you’re fucked.

there’s no way you’re going to be able to start this project, let alone finish it with a passing grade.

you know the optics of your situation are a little strange, but you really do care about nursing. yes, it’s ironic and ridiculous for a vampire to have anything to do with healthcare, but most things about you were a little ironic anyway.

you’re the daughter of an eminent vampire and a blood descendant of hundreds of generations — with your inauguration coming up in two months, you were going to be formally recognised as the inheritor of your father’s legacy and fortune. this was supposed to be a prerogative of being the great park kangho’s daughter, but it felt more like a ball and chain to a predetermined future you wanted no part of.

it was all sunghoon’s fault — had your estranged brother not run away from the family like a coward, you wouldn’t be in this situation. it would have been his inauguration.

you know it’s weird that you don’t want anything to do with this, but heck — you barely understood how to be a vampire in the first place. you haven’t even had your first bite yet. it’s strange and a little embarrassing that you’re the first vampire of your family lineage to be scared of biting into a human, but you couldn’t help it — the thought was terrifying and has always been ever since you were a child.

this fear dates back to when you were twelve and a rumor had lingered around your classmates before it finally reached you. apparently, there was once a vampire who bit into the wrong human and died.

it was unprecedented: vampires were always the predator and humans the prey, which explained your utter horror when the rumor turned out to be true.

and it turned out to be about your mother.

since then, you’ve lived your life scared in the shadows, puppeteered by trepidation and the looming fear that you might meet the same fate one day. as you’ve learned, being the one who bites doesn’t necessarily mean you’re the one who doesn’t get hurt.

in this world, there are fish and there are snakes — people who bite bait and find themselves reeled in, and people who bite with the intention of injecting their venom.

they both bite, but just one survives.

frankly, you didn’t want to be either. and perhaps it was these things — a college degree and your new part-time job — that would save you from having to follow your father’s footsteps.

was it so bad to want to pass this semester?

was it so bad to dream beyond the future set out for you?

you sigh with dejection, unable to withstand the way your shoulders slump.

you run your fingers through your hair, freezing when your eyes flit into the distance and something catches your eye.

lee heeseung is seated at one of the bench tables. there’s a crowd of people swarming around him — there almost always is — and he has one elbow propped up on the table, palm up with his chin rested on it. his gaze is initially trained ahead of him while he engages in a conversation with one of his friends, until suddenly — his eyes flick upward and you both lock gazes from across the courtyard.

your heart slows into a halt at the sight of his penetrating gaze, a complete coldness sweeping over your body to keep you frozen.

shit.

you quickly tear your eyes away from him, feeling your heart begin to pick up.

shit.

if there’s one person in the world your father has always warned you about, it’s lee heeseung.

campus heartthrob, lee heeseung.

son of your dad’s most loathed enemy, lee heeseung.

chaos and fire in one pretty package, lee heeseung.

undeniably, devilishly handsome lee heeseung with silver, almost lavender locks and big, brown bambi-like eyes that looked far more innocent than they actually were.

your accidental eye contact was a cruel mistake, because it has now become the catalyst that prompted him to stand and slowly make his way over to you. you felt goosebumps across your skin as you hurriedly tried to gather the flyers in your arms, hoping to make your escape before he reaches you.

after all, heeseung is, for lack of better words — a snake.

granted, you’ve only spoken to him once in your life, but the whispers of everybody around you seemed to suggest you were lucky.

as the youngest son of his already notorious family, lee heeseung has the most infamous name in your college, one which induces a mix of both intimidation and intrigue. he has one reputation, and it’s that he’s not afraid of anything: of rules, of authority, and especially not of vampires. his repertoire consists of constant partying, illicit affairs, and a penchant for breaking girls’ hearts and collecting vampires’ bites.

he turned heads in every room he walked and based on the fleeting moments you’d seen him in the flesh, had an aura that was inexplicably captivating. there was a reason why he never struggled in finding company wherever he went — most people found his confidence extremely attractive.

the worst rumor you’d heard was that he had some sort of obsession with being bitten. and that he’d dismiss people at the drop of a hat once he got what he wanted. you couldn’t think of anything worse than being involved with such a callous guy, which would explain the utter dread you felt when you saw his shadow hovering over your crouched body.

shit.

you gulp, feeling like cornered prey.

most people agree that he’s all types of bad news — that he’s a fire who easily burns anyone dumb enough to get close — yet he attracts people like moths to a flame.

a flame.

you were going to make sure you did whatever it took to not get burned.

it’s obvious you don’t remember him.

heeseung thinks it’s kind of funny, actually — because most people are so well-acquainted with his name that when they meet him for the first time, they act as though they’ve known him for years.

but you don’t seem to remember him at all.

nothing about you seems to indicate that you recall that night you two had first met, about four years ago under a willow tree on a cliff that overlooked the city.

you bit him that day.

while this is a memory vividly engraved in his mind, he thinks the fact you had fainted afterwards must be a contributing factor to your amnesia.

“a twenty-dollar gift card?” he chuckles, eyes raking over one of the flyers from the pile he helps you pick up off the ground. “sounds fun.”

when he looks up and the two of you stand facing each other properly, heeseung gets the first glimpse of the subtle scarlet glow in your eyes for the first time in years. at once, everything within him ignites like fireworks — he feels excitement expand the walls of his veins while his heart drums with an echo, especially when you stare back at him and your proximity allows your familiar scent to flood his senses.

he can’t help but lick his lips as his mind flits back to that night and the ecstasy you gave him with just one bite.

the willow tree. your hair. your hands. your fangs.

shit. you’re even cuter than you were back then.

heeseung has always had a habit of chasing pleasure.

it’s safe to say he’s decided that you’ll be his next chase.

“uh, thanks,” you whisper, watching him pick up the last of your flyers. he also notices the empty sign up sheet on the ground, so he adds that to the top of the pile before holding it out for you to take.

when you take the flyers from him, he senses your hesitation, which makes it obvious that you probably don’t have the best impression of him. it’s fine; he can easily change that. “your study sounds interesting,” heeseung flashes you the charming smile and moon-crescent eyes that most people seemed to fall for.

unfortunately, it has the opposite effect. you don’t do a great job at hiding your grimace, because it’s there in your eyes and in the way your lips slightly dip. you’re suspicious of him. he can’t blame you — after all, he just watched you get shut down and sneered at by several people for half an hour.

that, and the fact that unflattering rumors seem to follow him wherever he goes.

“not many people seem to think so,” you clear your throat, gnawing on your lips. his eyes trickle down the length of your hair as he notes all the different ways you’ve changed since you last came face to face. “but anyway, thanks again for picking up my flyers.”

“no worries,” heeseung tilts his head with a calm expression, though his lips twitch upward when he sees you tuck your lip between your teeth.

noted. you’ve done that twice now.

once is an action and twice is a habit.

“so where can i sign up?”

“oh, uh — i-i don’t think it’s really your thing,” you let out a breathy chuckle, diverting your eyes.

“how would you know what is and isn’t my thing?” he steps forward, lowering his head slightly so that you meet his gaze. he has to say that he loves the way you stare back at him — eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and wariness, and even the way you shuffle back in an attempt at creating distance.

“just an educated guess,” you gulp, hugging your flyers closer to your chest. “you don’t really seem like the type and i wouldn’t want to bore you,” your eyes narrow at him.

“you could never bore me,” heeseung counters, the edges of his lips curling into a small grin. “besides, i’m super interested in haematology.”

haematology… getting bitten by pretty girls… same thing.

he watches your brows slowly furrow. you shuffle back again and he stifles a laugh. frankly, the way you keep drawing the line between the two of you makes this interaction all the more entertaining.

you appear to contemplate your next words before staring right back up at him with a certain ferocity that makes his chest squeeze with excitement. “actually, i have enough participants already. the study’s full,” you forced a tight smile, “sorry.”

ha.

you liar.

you act as though heeseung didn’t just watch you get rejected by half the campus.

“wow, what a shame,” he shakes his head, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “i really wanted that gift card.”

“aw, that sucks! so disappointing!” you comically pout, feigning regret with a solemn shake of the head. “i guess you’re just going to have to pay like a normal person.”

“i guess so,” he chuckled, “maybe i’ll pay with this empty sign up sheet.” he leans forward and swipes the topmost piece of paper from the pile in your arms, holding it up for you to see.

your smile instantly drops. you stare at him in horror as you snatch the paper from him, scrunching it up into a ball. “th-this was a second sheet!”

heeseung can’t help that a smirk slithers to his lips because he finds this irony amusing — you seem slightly disgusted by him, but his mind runs with relentless thoughts of you like he’s a hamster on a wheel.

you don’t remember him.

perhaps he has to make you remember him.

“it’s okay,” he exhales with his nose, grinning while he looks you up and down, “it was just an excuse to talk to you anyway,” he leaned in with a playfully raised brow, “maybe even take you out on a date.”

he wants to laugh out loud when your face drops into a disgusted expression. you’re almost sneering at him with the way your lips contort into a scowl. he wasn’t serious, but he loves to watch the animation in all your reactions.

it’s entertaining.

it’s cute.

“um, no thanks,” you scoff, backing away with a few slow steps. heeseung straightens his back, watching you hold your hands up as the distance between the two of you widens within seconds.

“oh, wow, um look at the time!” you quickly check your watch and nervously chuckle. “sorry i-i gotta go! my — uh, dog just died so yeah, bye!”

heeseung attempts to withstand laughing as you twist on your heels and bolt, running as though your life depends on it. you cast just one cursory glance over your shoulder before you disappear from his sight completely, leaving behind a flyer on the ground.

it should hurt his pride that you’re the first girl to turn him down in such an abrupt manner, but he knows time is on his side.

after all, things have a way of working out for him.

he has the cheese.

he has the trap.

he just needs to wait for you to bite.

“do you want to work overtime?”

your honest answer is no.

your even more honest answer is absolutely the fuck no.

however, your lips are suddenly bobbing up and down like a marionette and you find yourself agreeing to another two hours of what you consider hell on earth.

as it appears, applying for a new job as a bartender in one of the city’s most bustling nightclubs is the latest addition to your library of horrible mistakes.

decelis is supposedly the best nightclub in the city.

objectively, you can see why it’s so popular among college students. the establishment itself boasted of three storeys plus a rooftop, with an exquisite bar on each level. the atmosphere here is undeniably electrifying, and if you weren’t so painfully sober, perhaps you’d be able to appreciate that.

ironically, clubbing has never really been your thing.

how could it, when party music is currently resounding in your ears; flashing neon lights are searing your eyes; and sweaty, gross bodies are screaming various drink orders at you from every direction imaginable?

you wouldn’t normally be caught dead in a place like this, but you were desperate for a job. it was just last week that you had waltzed into the club and slipped them your résumé. you honestly weren’t expecting to get the job, but it was an offer you couldn’t refuse when they handed it to you.

because if you wanted any chance of escaping the web in which you were entrapped, you needed to know you’d be able to fend for yourself.

but as one can imagine, bartending is fast-paced and demanding.

you thought it would be exciting to work with a backdrop of party music and led lights, but your first two shifts were dreadful. you learned over a hundred different recipes, cleaned up vomit five times, skipped your lunch break both days, and found your brain rattling in your skull to the beat of jay park’s music when you stumbled home at five am.

while your coworkers are utterly lovely and you had unbridled access to free alcohol, such things weren’t enough to offset possibly the worst part of the job — the drunk customers.

“fuck, you’re cute as hell,” the boy drunkenly exclaimed from across the bar benchtop, while you watched him struggle to keep himself erect on his feet.

“thanks. so is that cash or card?” you stared, a hand hovering over the cash register and the other cradling the eftpos machine.

“are you a vampy?” he ignored your question, his chortle punctured by a few hiccups.

you slammed your eyes shut in irritation, regretting the overtime already. the penalty rate wasn’t worth it, because if there’s one thing you detest the most, it’s being called vampy.

nevertheless, you force your lips to curl into a courteous smile, though your stare hollowed like pitless voids. “if you’re asking if i’m a vampire, then yes.”

“that’s hot,” he chuckles, slipping on his feet but managing to use the bench to catch his fall. “i mean, hella scary — but still really hot.”

“sir, for the love of god, please tell me if you’d prefer to pay with cash or card,” your jaw clenched while your resolve began to chip away.

“sir?” the boy gasped incredulously, offended by your implication. “what am i? a fifty-year-old man?”

you sure as fuck act like one. you exhaled, containing yourself. “okay, my apologies. so is it cash or card?” you grit your teeth, fantasising about climbing over the bar and strangling the life out of the guy.

“oh, just put it on the tab,” he dismisses you with a lazy wave of his hand, then snatches the glass from the bench before sculling its contents in a swift movement. “lee heeseung’s tab.”

of course.

why did you even bother to ask? more than half of the people you’ve served tonight have been stacking their orders on that guy’s tab. perhaps this is why you’ve been having such a shit shift — every second order you take is a horrible reminder of your interaction with the boy from earlier today — which, for the record — is something you desperately wish to forget.

‘maybe even take you out on a date.’

that crazy bastard.

was that supposed to be a stupid joke?

the animosity between your two families has always been obvious — and barring today, he’s never approached you and vice versa. you thought it was an unspoken mutual agreement.

sure, there have been times you’ve caught his gaze on campus or at mutual events, but that was it — today was the only time he’d gone out of his way to speak to you. this is the reason why you found it so fishy — there has to be something he wants from you, though you can’t quite put your finger on what that might be.

the only time you’d ever interacted with lee heeseung before today was a strange occurrence you recall back in high school, when you had woken in the nursing infirmary and he was sitting beside you with his head resting on your bed.

these two experiences make you feel the exact same way: like his gaze has a tendency to shoot right through you as if he could read you like an open book. you hate that. you hate his penetrating gaze and his boundless arsenal of smirks and smiles and the way he carried himself like he always had the upper hand.

whatever.

hoping to rid yourself of these thoughts, you quickly shake your head and divert your attention back to your job.

half an hour passes as you continually hustle behind the bar, attending as many orders as you can. you work as though you have four hands — sprinting around along the circular bar while people shout their orders at you.

eight tequila shots.

three vodka raspberries.

two cosmopolitans.

five apple ciders.

it isn’t too long before your coworker, yunjin, taps you on the shoulder and offers to replace you while you run off for your shift break.

you quickly thank her and rush to the other, quieter side of the bar, but in the midst of removing the apron from your uniform, you hear a voice suddenly ring.

“is the sign up sheet for a drink also full, too?”

you instantly yelp, jumping in fright from the sudden voice. you snap your head toward its direction, where heeseung is leaning over the counter, smirking at you.

what the actual hell?

you almost feel a little winded at the sight of him. frankly, it’s only been a few hours since you’d last seen him, but he looks like a completely different person when he’s all dressed up for the club.

what replaces his usually clean and casual style is something that exudes confidence and suave charisma. even you find it difficult to deny that he looks as alluring as most people claim. tonight, he’s wearing a black button up top that accentuates his wild shoulders. you notice the first few buttons are unfastened and left open to showcase his pretty neckline and the silver chain around his neck, which glints in the dim lighting. he has half of his silver hair slicked back, the other half swept forward and hanging over his forehead.

he’s gorgeous, you think, and it almost makes your blood boil.

“i only ask because the sign up sheet to stare is full,” he cracks open a smirk at your deadpanned expression. “but i guess i could make an exception for you.”

“you’re following me.”

“actually, i’m a regular here,” he smiles, nudging his chin behind you. your gaze follows his direction and you see a picture of him and his friends hanging from the wall. not exactly a flex that he’s a frequent clubgoer, but he certainly proved his point.

“fine,” you huff in concession. “good for you,” you say sarcastically, reaching down to scoop your bag up in your hands from the lower shelves just behind the counter.

“before you leave, my go-to is whiskey on the rocks,” he smiles, propping his elbow up so that his cheek can rest on his palm. “i don’t think the owners would be very happy to see a regular leave… unsatisfied.”

you pressed your lips together, turning your head over your shoulder to see poor yunjin struggling to keep herself afloat, inundated with orders. you sigh, begrudgingly placing your bag back down so that you could pour him a glass.

“look,” you yank the most expensive whiskey bottle from the shelf and pour it into a glass, hoping the total price of his bar tab knocks his ego down a peg or two. as you place a few ice cubes in it and slide it over to him, you pin him down with a dark glare and an ugly frown. “i don’t know what the hell it is you want from me, but i’m not buying your act.”

“what act?” he smirked in amusement, taking a sip of the drink you handed him.

“the whole i’m interested in haematology act,” you scoff, too exhausted from your shift to tip-toe around the topic. “look, i’m not interested, okay?” you run your hand through your hair and sigh loudly. “i’m sure you’re a nice guy,” you almost gag on air when you say this, “but you’re just not my type.”

“then what’s your type?”

“i don’t know; guys that don’t creep me out?” you hiss, frankly surprised by your own hostility. you hadn’t planned to be so forthright with your words, but frankly, you were too exhausted to care. heeseung doesn’t creep you out per se — but you knew guys like him only have selfish intentions.

they needed to fought with fire.

heeseung doesn’t say anything when you throw your bag over your shoulder and stamp away from the bar, and you don’t even bother to cast him a final glance.

however, you’re only able to make it halfway to the exit before you realise you had left your phone behind.

crap.

there’s a moment of hesitation before you decide to go back, because there’s nothing more embarrassing than having to backtrack a dramatic exit.

nevertheless, you begrudgingly twist on your heels and make the shameful journey back, noticing as you near the bar that heeseung is no longer where he had been sitting earlier. the glass you’d poured for him still remains on the counter, but in a matter of seconds, you suddenly see a girl slide into his old seat.

huh.

circumventing the crowd in the middle, you find your way back to the bar and retrieve your phone. as the design of the circular bar allows you to conceal yourself behind the middle pillar, she doesn’t seem to notice you as you watch her through a blind spot mirror on the roof.

you don’t understand the compulsion within yourself, but you allow yourself a minute or two to observe her.

you stare at her big eyes, her medium cut layered hair and the blunt bangs across her face. she looks familiar, you think to yourself, halting once you see her glance over her own shoulders suspiciously.

you watch carefully as she does one last eye sweep of her surroundings before retrieving a small paper packet from her handbag.

what the heck is she doing?

you stare with a confused frown, eyes slowly widening as you watch her rip the packet open and pour its contents into heeseung’s drink.

she then dips her finger into the glass and swirls it around.

and just like that, the powder dissolves colourlessly and it almost appears as though heeseung’s drink has been untouched.

your heart shoots down your feet when you realise what she’s done.

she’s spiked his drink.

the adrenaline allows you to cast everything aside — your long-awaited break, your animosity with heeseung, and even your bag.

because within milliseconds, the girl springs to her feet and re-enters the dancing floor while you struggle to tail her, losing her amidst the sea of bodies.

fuck!

fuck. fuck. fuck.

you quickly exit the bar and follow her steps the best you can, though it’s difficult when the lights are low enough that everybody blends into a vague swarm of heads and bodies. she has dark hair, but so do half the people here. her frame and height are small, which makes it all the more difficult to locate her. every time you think you recognise her, you realise you’d been pursuing the wrong culprit.

everybody in the crowd is shoving you in all different directions.

she’s nowhere to be found.

and you can’t seem to find heeseung, either.

shit.

when you feel yourself enter a swivet of panic, you tell yourself to do the most rational thing — grab your phone and call for help. unfortunately, the sheer volume of club music resounding around you makes it difficult for yunjin to hear you on the other side of the call.

thus, you force your way to the outskirts of the club where your voice is more audible, but it’s only here that you finally look up and spot heeseung climbing the stairs to the second storey.

there he is!

you immediately hang up on the call and thrust your way through people in the direction of the stairs, eyes widening with alarm when you see the girl trail behind heeseung, the drink in her hand. the pair eventually reach the height of the stairs and the second storey, prompting you to yell out his name as loud as you can.

“lee heeseung!” you call, but in a similar fashion to your phone call — the music drowns out your voice. you scramble now, sprinting your way up the stairs while screaming his name loud enough that he finally stops in his tracks.

“heeseung!” you pant for a breath, settling your feet on the second level while you leaned forward over your knees. “w-wait—”

“who are you?” the girl asks, so you snap your head up and sneer at her.

you stomp over toward her and attempt to grab the glass from her, but unfortunately her grip is equally as strong.

for a few seconds, the two of you engage in a tug of war.

“wh-what the heck?” the girl shrieks loudly, “what the fuck are you—”

you’re both struggling for the glass, pulling it in your own directions.

it isn’t until you tug a little too hard that her grip suddenly loosens.

the cup flies in your direction and tilts toward you an—

splash!

you freeze, gasping at the sensation of cold liquid running down your chest.

no no no no no no no no—

you look down at your uniform and wince at the sight.

fuck.

liquid is trickling down your chest and legs and pooling at the bottom of your shoes.

fucking fantastic.

you throw your head back and sigh loudly, shutting your eyes in frustration before slamming them back open.

“i quit. i officially quit,” you mutter aloud, scoffing in disbelief to yourself. with the glass in one hand, you use your free hand to fruitlessly swipe at your uniform in order to flick off whatever remnants you can, though unfortunately the liquid has already saturated your clothes.

passerbys murmur and gawk at the sight of you, causing immense heat to flood your face and ears while you lower your head in humiliation. this is so embarrassing, you think to yourself, desperately wishing to remove yourself from the scene.

while you turn around to leave, you suddenly halt in your tracks and find yourself committing to one more stupid idea.

you storm over toward the pair and grab heeseung’s wrist, yanking him with you as you stomp your way to the backrooms.

“i saw her spike your drink,” is the first thing you say when you shut the door behind yourself, and the two of you find yourselves inside one of the empty vip rooms.

you’re encased by four padded walls in a dimly lit room, on which colourful flashes of light dance and flicker all thanks to the led projector on the ceiling.

there’s an entertainment centre and a tv screen on one end of the spacious room, while a circular table and a couch that perfectly circles around its perimeter is on the other side. you storm over and slam the glass down on the table, harshly throwing your bottom onto the couch while you knot your arms across your chest.

“she poured something in that,” you point to the remaining drink in the glass, glaring up at him, “i saw her.”

heeseung is silent for a moment while he watches you. he briefly tears his gaze from yours to observe his surroundings before facing you again, both brows raised slightly. “wow, you smell great.”

his eyes flicker to your soaked shirt. “but you look better than you smell.”

“you—” you scoff, slamming your hand down on the table in frustration. “you ungrateful piece of shit!”

he immediately stifles a laugh, biting his bottom lip to refrain his grin from growing any wider. “i-i’m sorry?”

“i was trying to help you!” you exclaim incredulously, springing to your feet as you furiously storm over to him. “did you not hear what i just said? i said she spiked your drink! do you not understand what that means? for all you know, you could have been poisoned! i was trying to save you!”

momentary silence engulfs the two of you after your outburst. the silence is sobering, if you’re going to be honest. after all, you feel immediate regret trickle in, but before you can backtrack, heeseung tilts his head and watches you with a calm gaze.

“save?” he echoed while a smirk slithered to his lips, and another important realisation strikes you like a rock to the head.

perhaps you should have just let him die.

“now look at me,” you throw your hands in the air, scoffing again in disbelief. “i’m drenched in whiskey, god—” you openly gag, “this is disgusting! the least you can say is thank you.”

“you want me to thank you?” he raised a brow.

“well, you could have died; i practically saved your life,” perhaps this was a hyperbole, but you were feeling petty — he didn’t look as shaken up as you did. frankly, you were beginning to think you cared more about his safety than he did.

“see, you’re mistaken,” heeseung took a step toward you, causing you to step back. he kept advancing toward you, closing the distance, until you felt your back softly hit one of the walls.

shit.

having heeseung in such an uncomfortable proximity made you want to shrink into a ball.

“wh-what?”

“i said, you’re mistaken,” you saw his eyes glint with amusement as he placed an arm against the wall beside your head, using it as an anchor while he leaned in closer, your faces now inches apart. you gulp, warmth crawling up your neck and into your cheeks from the sheer proximity and sensation of his hot breath grazing your face.

“i think it’s cute that you’re worried about me,” you watched as the edges of his lips curled before his eyes landed below your nose. you froze when his fingers were on your chin, lightly gripping it so that he could get a better view of your lips. “but like i said, i don’t need saving.”

“you’re right,” you smiled sarcastically, slapping his fingers away from your chin, “maybe i should have just let her poison you. or sedate you and sell your organs to the black market. do you have a preference for how you’d like to die?”

“don’t worry,” he whispered to you, voice so low and ghostly quiet you thought you could feel it sweep right through you. “i already know how and when i’m going to die, so don’t bother trying to save me.”

his words struck you.

you frowned in confusion, unable to decipher the cryptic meaning behind them.

heeseung smiled at your reaction, leaning into your ear so that his warm voice sunk into your ears like honey. “in fact, do something else for me instead.”

you froze, eyes flickering to the bare skin of his neck, on which you see old scar marks that appear like vampire bites.

you quickly place a hand on his chest to push him away, but this contact only seemed to encourage him — instead, he gently grabbed your hand and wrapped it around his waist.

“bite me,” he whispers alluringly, “i bet you want blood more than anyone else.”

your face dropped as his scent overwhelmed your senses.

something musky. woody. a hint of floral.

and a hint of blood.

you felt your eyes drop and your stomach churn, because for the first time, you feel something within you — a gnawing sensation.

an ache. an itch. an urge.

a hunger, even.

“w-wait…” you blurted, feeling a little lightheaded while your heart left a hammering echo inside your chest. you swallowed and swallowed but your mouth felt drier than ever.

“if you’re going to save me,” he exhaled. “then just bite me, fangs,” heeseung lured you in with a soft voice.

he then leaned in close enough that his breath tickled the sensitive skin of your ear.

“just like last time.”

A/N. well that escalated quickly 🤠 n e ways I literally had so much fun writing this chapter (sorry i cbfd proof reading lel) bc this is my first vampire au. also my first playboy au so BE NICE PLS DONT TEAR ME TO SHREDS LMFAOOO 😭 anyway words cannot even describe how excited I am for this fic - I've been craving the thought of writing smh a lil more actiony/thrilling than my usual romcom repertoire SO. I hope u r strapping urself in for a riiiiiiide >:) anyways aaaa tysm for reading && I hope u guys enjoyed the first chap!! sorry for all the long text but i promise the groundwork is necessary for the future shitshow in upcoming chapters SO. 🫡

likes, rbs & feedback are always appreciated! :) ╰ ✩ ┈ masterlist // next chapter .

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moonrisecoeur · 1 month

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heheheheheh re6 vampirehunter!leon meeting vampire!user and he’s like so cocky and arrogant only to be absolutely ruined and submissive to vampire!user i’m giggling n twirling my hair

omg anon sorry this took so long to answer i had to wait until my brain was working again but like. wow. love this concept!! i feel like i might have seen this before i think it might have been a cai bot??? not sure but whatever the case u are so big brain

i lowkey kinda hate this but i hope u don't lol

his whole life he's been taught to kill a vampire on sight, no exceptions. they kill innocent people!! and steal their blood!! so obviously being the selfless hero that leon is, he takes up the role as a vampy hunter and tries to keep his village safe. he's killed dozens of vampires in his life, keeping his family and friends safe. he doesn't care that it's a risky profession. he has people to protect.

but when he hears rumors of a vampire living on the outskirts of town, in an abandoned building that no one dared to enter, he knew it was his job to take care of this vampire.

and yet he goes to find them and they are just absolutely not what he expected. most vampires try to be all sultry and seductive to distract him, or some become violent right away. but this one, you, just spoke to him like a regular person.

"stay where you are," he says, his silver dipped knife to your throat.

'come now, human boy. let's not good too ahead of ourselves' the last one had said to him. they taunted him, tried to seduce him.

"i don't understand why you are after me. i haven't killed a human in... hundreds of years," you say to him, letting him keep you in a vulnerable position. there's this air of arrogance to you that leon can't help but despise.

"you're a vampire."

"and yet, you humans only seem to come after me."

"i am not going to be swayed with words," he scowls, "you're a monster."

"then why haven't you killed me yet?" you tilt your head back to gaze at him, glaring to be more precise, but you weren't planning on him being so attractive. when did human men get so pretty?

he blinks, almost confused. he expected a bit more effort to get away, but it almost seemed like you knew he wouldn't.

and, for some reason he can't describe, he eventually releases you, and you immediately struggle for the knife, throwing it to the other side of the room, and within a millisecond he's underneath you, your glaring red eyes peering down at him. he's not showing it, but he's petrified.

"this is... much more comfortable," you chuckle.

"wait, shit, i'm sorry, please don't..." he stuttered. poor thing, he's actually scared.

your fangs are inches away from his neck and he seem to be begging with his eyes for you to please, oh god please have mercy on him. he looks so ripe for the taking, it would be so easy to pierce his skin with your fangs and just... just ruin him. leave his body a lifeless corpse... or potentially make him like you. that would be a perfect irony, wouldn't it? a vampire hunter being turned into a vampire? how tragic.

he can't help the sob that escapes him, "please, i- i don't want to die.." he cries.

and you know what? maybe he's doing it to get your guard down, feed your ego. i mean, he obviously knows yours is large. and yet... some part of you thinks it's not an act, that he's genuinely scared. but whatever the case, it does feed your ego.

"will you be good, human?"

he nods, desperately, afraid for his life. and when you get off of him, and offer him a hand to get back up, he doesn't know whether to be wary or grateful, or both.

your arrogance makes you... hard to get along with, but leon can tell you're much more powerful than any of the vampires he's killed in his entire life.

but he supposes you're not completely awful. you didn't kill him. you let him escape the first time, clutch his sliver knife to his chest as he ran out of your home. you eye him cautiously. something in you.... liked that human boy.

he returns again, this time to apologize. he felt the need to kill you because you were a vampire even though you weren't threatening anyone. you were oddly docile for such a scary, and insanely powerful vampire. you were truly nothing he'd seen before.

this time, though, he doesn't hold a knife to your neck, instead just nervously wandering around the place you have made your home. it's almost sad to him how lonely you must be.

in any case, even a human man trying to kill you counts as company, so you haven't been completely against his presence in your life.

plus, when you finally do end up seducing him, as he knew you would. he's incredibly pliable, somewhat nervous, and while obedience doesn't seem to come easy to him, you make it easy for him.

andddddd then u proceed to fuck his brains out until he can't do anything but lie there uselessly while you suck the blood out of his body but i digress.

you obvi try not to kill him when you take his blood but he's so yummy!! how could you not!! such a delicious little human.

#anon #resident evil #leon kennedy #sub leon kennedy #resident evil smut #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy resident evil #sub leon kennedy smut

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zapreportsblog · 7 months

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HAHA i'm back again hi srry my mind is overloaded with ideas😭😭😭

can you do volturi (or just the kings idm) x newborn reader who has the power of life and death inducement (platonic or not idrc) Who doesn't love an extremely overpowered y/n HAHAHHAHAHA ik i do!!!

❝your end and your beginning ❞

✭ pairing : volturi x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (Y/n) awakes as a freshly turnt vampire and the first thing she wants to know is does she have any cool powers? So with the help with her the other guards she finds that she can does indeed have powers and ones that the volturi are lucky to have on their side

✭ authors note : well welcome back then

✭ twilight masterlist

The darkness enveloped her as she lay motionless, suspended in a realm between life and death. (Y/N) had always been aware of the existence of vampires, the elusive creatures of the night that haunted the realm of myths and legends. Little did she know that soon, she would become one of them.

Her journey to this otherworldly existence had begun weeks ago, when she was selected by the three vampire kings themselves. Chosen for a destiny she couldn't fathom, her life had taken an unexpected and perilous turn. The transformation had been agonizing, a relentless torment that seared through her very soul. It felt as though her very essence was being torn asunder, only to be rebuilt with newfound strength and power.

The moment she awoke anew, (Y/N)'s senses were immediately heightened. The world was no longer shrouded in darkness; instead, it was bathed in an eerie, crimson glow that revealed details she had never noticed before. Every sound was amplified, every scent a vivid tapestry of the world around her. The hunger, that insatiable thirst, clawed at her throat.

Her first instinct was to test her newfound abilities. She needed to understand the extent of her power and how to control it. Pushing herself to her feet, (Y/N) hesitated for only a moment before making a decision. She would call upon the other guards chosen by the kings, her comrades in this new existence.

With a thought, she summoned the twins, Alec and Jane. They appeared before her like wraiths emerging from the shadows, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"What is it, (Y/N)?" Alec inquired, his voice like a whisper of silk.

"I wanted to know if you could could train me,” Alec raises a brow at her as if he knew there was more to just this training she suggested and urged her to continue, “And I also wanted to see if I had any abilities," she replied, her gaze determined. "I want to see what I can do."

Jane nodded in agreement, her crimson eyes locking onto (Y/N)'s. "Very well, let's see what you've got."

As they began to train and test her newfound powers, Felix and Demetri approached cautiously. These two were seasoned guards, their loyalty to the kings unwavering.

"May we join the training?" Demetri asked, his tone respectful yet inquisitive.

(Y/N) considered their request for a moment. She was well aware that their skills were far superior to hers, and she had much to learn. "Yes, but only if you promise to train me," she responded, a note of determination in her voice.

Felix cracked a half-smile, revealing his sharp fangs. "We'd be honored to help you, (Y/N)."

Underneath the oppressive weight of the castle, the dungeons sprawled out like a dark labyrinth. This was where the guards typically trained newborn vampires, where stone walls bore witness to countless battles and training sessions. As the chosen guards of the three kings, Alec, Jane, Demetri, and Felix led (Y/N) down into the depths of the castle, guiding her through the dimly lit corridors.

Felix was the first to speak as they descended into the dank underground chambers. "This is where we hone our skills, (Y/N)," he said with a sly grin. "Prepare yourself for a taste of true vampire training."

(Y/N) met his grin with a determined nod. She had come to embrace her new existence as a vampire, and this was her opportunity to prove herself. Felix's offer to be her training partner was a challenge she eagerly accepted.

"Alright, big guy," she replied, her eyes flashing with excitement. "Let's see if you can handle me."

In an instant, the cavernous training room became their arena. The shadows danced around them as the others stepped back to watch the clash of strength. Felix and (Y/N) circled each other, their eyes locked in unwavering focus.

The fight began with a blur of motion. Felix lunged at (Y/N), his movements fluid and precise. She countered with agility and speed she had never known before, dodging his attacks with grace. Their movements were like a violent ballet, each one testing the other's limits.

As the battle raged on, Felix's immense strength became apparent. He was relentless, his blows powerful and calculated. (Y/N) had to rely on her agility and quick thinking to avoid being overpowered. But she refused to give in, her determination burning brighter with each passing moment.

Then, in a split second, Felix managed to land a powerful blow, sending (Y/N) sprawling across the stone floor. She grunted in pain but quickly pushed herself back onto her feet.

Felix chuckled, a deep rumble that echoed through the chamber. "Not bad for a newborn," he taunted.

The taunt hit a nerve, and (Y/N)'s emotions flared. Her anger, intensified by her newfound vampire abilities, surged within her. With a flick of her wrist, she sent an invisible force toward Felix.

Time seemed to slow as Felix froze in place, his eyes wide with surprise. He stood immobilized, as though trapped in a momentary stasis. The others watched in astonishment as he teetered on the brink of balance before finally collapsing to the floor.

Demetri's incredulous expression mirrored the bafflement in his mind. He had seen countless battles and faced numerous opponents, but what he had just witnessed left him bewildered. "What even just happened?" he muttered, his voice tinged with confusion.

(Y/N) stood over the immobilized Felix, her heart pounding in her chest. Panic began to creep into her as she tried to wake him, shaking him gently, but he remained unresponsive. "Felix, come on!" she pleaded, her voice trembling.

Her attempts to rouse Felix only escalated her panic. Desperation welled up inside her, and she could feel the powerful emotions threatening to spiral out of control. She glanced at Alec, who had been watching the scene unfold with a concerned expression.

Alec stepped forward, his eyes locking onto (Y/N)'s with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "I need to numb your emotions," he said firmly.

(Y/N) nodded, unable to speak as her emotions threatened to overwhelm her. Alec extended his hand, and a soothing wave of calm washed over her. It was as though a heavy fog had settled in her mind, dulling the frantic panic that had taken hold.

Demetri, still bewildered, retreated from the training area to alert the kings about the unexpected turn of events. Meanwhile, Jane approached Felix, her crimson eyes focused. She reached out with her own unique power, attempting to rouse him, but there was no response.

She persisted, her brow furrowing in concentration, but it was as though Felix had been locked in time. The others watched, tense and worried, as minutes passed without any sign of change.

Finally, the kings, Aro, Caius, and Marcus, accompanied by another formidable vampire, entered the training chamber. Aro's eyes, which seemed to miss nothing, scanned the scene before him.

Alec, sensing their presence, withdrew his powers from (Y/N), allowing her to regain control of her emotions. She gasped for breath, still shaken by the events.

Aro, with his perceptive gaze, turned his attention to (Y/N) and inquired gently, "My dear, what happened here?"

Trembling, (Y/N) recounted the events that had transpired—the fierce training with Felix, her newfound power, and the inexplicable immobilization of her training partner. Panic threatened to overtake her once more, but Aro's calming presence held her in check.

Caius and Marcus exchanged knowing glances, while the other vampire in their company observed with keen interest.

Aro stepped closer to (Y/N), his voice soothing. "You have a unique gift, my dear," he said, his tone filled with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue. "One that we have never encountered before."

Aro's crimson eyes gleamed with curiosity as he watched (Y/N) closely. His fascination with her newfound ability had not waned since their encounter in the training chamber. He decided to delve deeper into this enigma and turned his attention to the other vampire who had accompanied them.

"Scan her, and tell us what you find," Aro ordered, his voice smooth as velvet.

The other vampire, whose power lay in the ability to discern the presence or absence of abilities in other vampires, stepped forward. Their eyes met (Y/N)'s, and in an instant, their expression shifted from curiosity to astonishment. Their eyes widened, an unprecedented reaction that had never occurred during their countless assessments.

Caius, growing impatient, broke the silence. "Well, speak already! Is this the doing of a gift, or are we wasting our time?"

The assessing vampire nodded slowly, their voice measured. "Yes, it is the result of a gift," they replied, their tone filled with a mixture of wonder and uncertainty. "But it is unlike any gift we have ever encountered."

(Y/N) felt a pit of dread forming in her stomach. The anticipation in the room was palpable, and she couldn't bear the weight of their scrutiny any longer. "What... what is it?" she stammered, her voice quivering.

The assessing vampire hesitated, their gaze still locked onto her. "It appears that (Y/N) possesses the unique gift of life and death," they explained carefully. "She has the ability to both end and restore life to a vampire, even when they have been incapacitated."

A stunned silence fell over the chamber as the revelation sank in. Aro, Caius, and Marcus exchanged incredulous glances, while the other guards looked on in a mix of awe and uncertainty.

(Y/N) felt her heart sink as the implications of her power became clear. Her mind raced back to the training chamber and the moment when she had unintentionally restored Felix to life after immobilizing him. She had never meant to wield such a gift, and the consequences of her actions weighed heavily on her.

"I didn't know," she muttered, panic lacing her voice. "I didn't mean to..."

Aro raised a calming hand, his expression thoughtful. "There is no need for distress, my dear. Your gift is a remarkable one, and it may prove invaluable to the Volturi. We shall train you to control it and ensure that it serves our purposes."

Despite Aro's reassurance, (Y/N) couldn't shake the guilt that gnawed at her. She had unintentionally brought back a fellow guard, altering the course of events in the most unexpected way.

(Y/N)'s heart raced with a mixture of fear and curiosity as she watched Felix being led away by Alec and Jane. She couldn't help but worry about what lay in store for her, especially after learning the true nature of her unique gift.

Turning her gaze to Aro, she voiced her concerns. "What's going to happen to me?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Aro's smile remained serene as he responded, "Nothing to worry about, my dear. You will receive training to harness your abilities properly, and you will become a valuable asset to the Volturi."

Relief washed over (Y/N) at Aro's words. She trusted the guidance of the Volturi, despite the unexpected turn her life had taken.

Her gaze drifted to Marcus, who had remained silent during the discussion. His eyes held a deep understanding, and she couldn't help but ask, "What happened to Felix?"

Marcus sighed softly, his voice gentle as he replied, "It appears that when you used your abilities on him, it not only ended his life but also brought him back in a human state."

(Y/N) was stunned by this revelation. Her gift had the power to bring a vampire back to their human state? It was an astounding discovery, one that left her with more questions than answers.

The assessing vampire who had revealed her gift's nature stepped forward to explain further. "It's a complex interplay of life and death, (Y/N). When you unintentionally ended Felix's life and then brought him back, it seems to have triggered a transformation back to his human state."

Aro, his eyes gleaming with fascination, absorbed this information with a calculating expression. He said nothing but appeared to be pondering the implications of her gift.

(Y/N) was still trying to process the extraordinary turn of events. She hadn't meant to turn Felix human, and the fact that her abilities had such a profound impact on him left her bewildered.

"I didn't know," she whispered, her voice filled with remorse.

Aro, ever the observer, spoke softly, "My dear, your gift is a wondrous discovery. It may hold secrets and possibilities beyond our current understanding. Rest assured, we will study it further."

(Y/N) couldn't shake the overwhelming desire to see Felix. She had unintentionally changed his life, quite literally, and the weight of that responsibility weighed heavily on her. With the kings' permission granted, she was led to the room where Felix was being kept.

As she entered the room, her eyes widened in amazement. There he was, Felix, sitting on a bed and looking every bit like a human. It was a sight she couldn't have imagined, and it filled her with a mixture of awe and remorse.

Felix looked up as she entered, and a warm smile spread across his face. "Well, look who it is," he greeted, his voice tinged with amusement.

(Y/N) couldn't help but feel a rush of gratitude that he wasn't holding what had happened against her. "Felix, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

He waved off her apology with a chuckle. "No need to apologize, (Y/N). It's not every day you wake up as a human after being a vampire for so long. It's... an interesting experience."

Feeling a surge of relief and happiness, she couldn't contain herself any longer and wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. But in her excitement, she momentarily forgot her newfound strength.

Felix winced, his face turning slightly red as he struggled to breathe. "Careful there," he managed to say through strained breaths.

Alec and Jane, who had been standing nearby, quickly stepped in. "Easy now," Alec cautioned. "Remember, he's human, and you have to be more delicate."

(Y/N) released her grip on Felix, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, Felix. I forgot."

Felix let out a hearty laugh, his humor infectious. "No harm done," he assured her, his smile never fading. "Just reminds me how much it sucked being a human."

As the three of them shared a moment of laughter

The harmonious laughter between (Y/N), Felix, Alec, and Jane was abruptly interrupted as the door to the room swung open. Aro entered, his presence commanding immediate attention. His smile remained charming, but there was a hint of business in his demeanor.

"My dear (Y/N), I'm afraid it's time for you and the others to leave," Aro announced, his voice carrying a note of finality.

(Y/N) exchanged a worried glance with Felix, uncertainty gripping her. "But what's to happen to Felix?" she asked, her voice quivering.

Marcus, ever the one to speak the truth, stepped forward. "Felix is a valuable member of our guard, and we cannot afford to lose him," he explained. "He will be changed back into a vampire."

Aro nodded in agreement, adding, "It is the only way, my dear. Felix will return to his duties, and you will continue your training. We have a destiny to uphold."

(Y/N) felt a mixture of relief and sadness wash over her. She had grown fond of Felix in the short time they had spent together, and knowing that he would be changed back into a vampire was bittersweet. She nodded, her understanding clear.

The three of them, Alec, Jane, and (Y/N), prepared to leave the room, but not before one last look at Felix. His expression was a mix of gratitude and determination, ready to embrace his role in the guard once more.

As they exited the room, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility weighing on her. Her unique gift had brought about both wonder and challenges, and her journey among the Volturi was far from over. Felix's transformation back into a vampire was a reminder of the complexities of their existence, and it was a chapter in her story that would shape her path in ways she had yet to discover.

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bluetooththereptilethethird · 2 years

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Black Rose

Yandere bat family x fem pregnant reader (vampire au)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

(This fic is one of the multiple choices of this post)

Note: Black rose may seem depressing and a sign of grief, but it also means rebirth and another chance!

Summary: For the first time in your relationship with your former Master, you decide to take a step first to change your relationship’s situation…

Tw: Mentions of pregnancy and death

Looking down at the bat-shaped toy you just had finished, you couldn't help but groan in frustration at the sight of its mismatched wings. It was hard to sew something without anyone helping you and you had tried to sew matched wings countless times, and it had not worked. You sighed and put the toy down in the toy basket as you shifted in your place, but you were stopped by the sudden movement of the cat that was taking a nap on your lap.

"Oh sorry, Alfred!" You said as you patted the demonic cat's head, making it purr as it stretched its little legs out. He was not mad at all, it looked up at you, its red big eyes gleaming as it let out a soft meow, carefully rubbing its head to your bulging belly. You smiled at its gentleness, for a cat that had a demonic side, was surprisingly well behaved around you. Perhaps it was because of its master's influence? Damian's pets were under his mind control so it was sensible to think the boy looked after you through his pets as well.

You pushed your window open to let some fresh air come into your room as you took in a deep breath, the babies' weight was becoming a real problem now that they were growing heavier. Alfred yawned lazily enjoying its time on your lap, but suddenly its body jolted up and it jumped off your lap, hissing to the darkness out of your window as its tail puffed up. You gasped at the sudden action and were going to move away from the window, as much as your body's state let you, but hearing a familiar voice relieved you. "Hey stop you little beast! I'm no danger!" Jason's head popped in as he pulled his cloak's hood off, glaring at the hissing cat.

"Now I have to ask permission from you as well?" He said as he shoved the cat to the side so he could sit on the window's edge. Alfred hissed at him one more time before walking back to you, growling as it protectively laid on your lap. Jason snarled at the cat and showed off his long fangs, but the cat just growled in response, making Jason roll his eyes. "Just like its master, it's a brat!" You frowned and smacked his head gently "Shush! Don't talk about Damian like that!" "What? I'm telling the truth!" You wanted to smack him again but he stopped your hand by taking it in his much larger one. "Alright! Alright, momma!" Hearing the word from Jason made your cheeks flush in embarrassment, making him grin.

"How's the momma and the two cakes in the oven doing?" He said as he kissed the back of your hand, letting you pat him by putting your hand on his head. "We're good..." you paused, noticing the cut on his cheek "What have you been up to? I haven't heard from you for a week!" Jason nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck "Well...." he trailed off with another chuckle making you narrow your eyes at him. "You know hunting down ghouls can be a dangerous task..." "But you had promised me to not hunt until the hunting season starts!" Jason looked down as he chuckled again, mumbling an apology.

You and Jason were close enough that he saw you as a motherly figure he could trust. You were like this to all of the Wayne family members, those people felt like a connection to you, like children to their mother, and no one knew why, even you were not aware of the familiarity potion Alfred, the head butler of the family, had used in the family members daily dose of blood the very day you had stepped into the Manor. You could swear that old Dampier knew things that could shake the world, you had suspected he had some magical futuristic visions powers but you didn't have anything to prove that, no one but the ancestors of the Wayne family was aware of the fact that the old man was an assassin of the dark God's shrines way before the war of the heavens happened and was blessed by them. Alfred knew the family needed you, that was why in the first place he had let his master know about your existence, he was the one who had received the information about you after all.

You were the only person besides Alfred that could connect to the family members of the Wayne household easily. That was why Jason had let you see his softer side and had trusted you in knowing his secret life as a vampire hunter. You sighed and fixed the white strand of hair on his head "You shouldn't be this reckless Jason...Master Wayne and others worry about you! I do get worried about you! You want to make your pregnant stepmother worry and distress her babies?" Jason narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to you, making you let a questioning hum "hmm?" "You're still angry with the old guy?" He asked, making you sigh as you pushed his face away. "Oh come on! We both know that thing because Bruce had to do it!" You gave him a bored look "I don't want to have this conversation right now Jay..." Jason rolled his eyes "You are both stubborn, neither he apologizes to you properly nor you forgive him for what he did!"

"You don't know how hard it's to even think about it, Jason! He cheated on me with the queen just on our wedlock night! How can I ever forgive him?" "I don't say you should forgive him fully Y/N, but you can overlook some issues in your relationship! I still can't forgive him because of not killing that ghoul master, joker, but I still come to his house, because I know I belong here! You shouldn't take it hard on yourself as I did! Your twins will be born in months and you surely don't want to raise them when you are this cold to their father!...plus he has been taking things too hard on himself lately..." he mumbled the last part with a sigh. "Think about it Y/N...if he didn't love you wouldn't be his wife now! If he wanted to play with you like other people he had in the past he wouldn't have freed you and then let you become the spouse of a noble like him!" You only nodded your head at his words, letting him know you'll think about what he had said.

Jason was right, Bruce loved you, but the process of loving you hadn't reached its peak easily. At first, Bruce was not a good master to you, only letting you out of your room when you were needed, and whenever he talked to you, you were addressed coldly, you couldn't even think about the possibility of having his children to free yourself from him, maybe he had set that condition because it was impossible? Bruce was a man that rarely trusted people. Your situation was so bad for you that you even considered running away from him, though that plan was exposed by the silent daughter of the family, Cassandra. It was not until the day you had saved Bruce from a ghoul's attack while he was sleeping in his coffin that he started to trust you. If you were loyal enough to save your master who had been harsh on you, you were surely a good person to trust.

Your relationship grew stronger little by little and soon after the first time he confessed his feelings for you, you found out about your pregnancy. The family was glad to know that their lonely father had found peace within your arms, and to prove to you that Bruce was genuine about his feelings for you, he proposed to you when you were still a human. It was the first time in his family, that someone had married a human who had not turned into a vampire yet, but he had put all of his family's values and traditions aside long ago when he had adopted dampiers as his children. You were given freedom and the surname Wayne had joined your name.

But the dream bubble was destroyed when your husband left your side in hurry on the very night of your marriage. You had thought that it was an urgent matter of politics or something like that, but when you had heard from the gossiping friends of Stephanie, Richard's Fiance, that he was summoned by the queen who was seduced by him in the past so they could...make love...your heart was broken. He had cheated on you with the unfaithful queen of vampires on the first night of your marriage? You were too devastated that you ran away from the Manor and if it was not because of Richard and Duke, the other sons of your husband, you'd have got away from them as much as you could. You were trapped in your shared room with Bruce since then, spending your months of pregnancy in captivity, though to be honest, it didn't feel too lonely since your family members were there for you all the time. Especially Damian, the boy who had his father's cold attitude but was genuinely in love with you, had his eyes on you to an extent that he didn't leave your side, and if he was not able to do that, his pets did that role for him.

With Jason's kiss on your cheek, you were brought back to reality. "Don't be that way Y/N, let me see you smile before I go!" He said as he pulled on your cheek, making you smile. He smiled back in return as he pulled the hood of his cloak on his head, and left your side after giving the cat on your lap a final snarl. You sighed as you became lonely again. You shifted in your place, feeling uneasy with the weight in your belly when someone knocked on the door. "Come in!" You said as you stood up, noticing Alfred’s gloved hand come into the room and put a boutique of black roses on the floor before closing the door without saying anything, the old man was sneaky sometimes.

You walked to the boutique and noticed a note on it. Picking it up you read it out loud "Give him another chance..." it was Alfred’s handwriting...how did...how did he know that you had considered forgiving Bruce? Was he listening to you and Jason right now? You looked down at the black roses and raised your eyebrows in surprise. Black roses meant another chance in flower language, and Alfred expected you to give them to Bruce? "Meow?" You heard little Alfred question the existence of the flowers, making you smile as it tried to smell them but sneezed because of the pollen. "I think I have to take the step this time..."

You left the room with the flowers as Alfred walked after you, its tail raised in amusement. You walked through the corridors of the Manor to get into Your husband's office, but he was not there, there was only one more place that he could be when he was not in a good mood, the cave under the Manor. Thankfully you knew how to get to your husband's lair and by pressing two different keys on the piano of your husband's office you found the passage to the cave.

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"Mother!" Damian's surprised voice made Duke raise his head and his eyes widen in surprise, you'd finally come out of your room? Damian ran to you, taking your hand tightly, you were still not used to being called his mother and it made you feel a little uneasy, but you couldn't help but give him a smile when he looked at you with excitement, you were the only one that could bring the young vampire to show his emotions like that. Duke smiled at you, and if it was not because of his hands being greasy he would have come and hugged you.

You looked at your husband sitting on his large chair as he stared at the magical orb that supplied the Manor with energy, not turning back to meet you in the eye despite knowing you were there. You walked to Duke and whispered in his ear "Will you be kind enough to leave us two alone?" Duke gave you a nod before wiping his hands clean and taking Damian out with him as the boy shouted and resisted.

"You don't want to turn around?" You said as you put your hand on Bruce's shoulder, making his muscles jolt up. Oh how much he craved your touch! But he didn't respond to you, instead, he just took your hand in his and guided you to walk in front of him. You put the flowers down and picked one out of the bouquet as you walked in front of him. Bruce's piercing gaze met yours and the vampire let out a tired sigh, his eyes softening at seeing you again. Only dark gods knew how much he had suffered knowing he had hurt you because of keeping his place in the court.

He opened his mouth to talk but you stopped him by putting your fingers on his lips, letting him know you wanted to tell him something first. He kissed your fingers and looked up at you with questioning eyes as you gave him the black Rose in your hand. "Let's start over again..." you said, letting him know you were giving him another chance. Bruce's eyes widened in shock, not believing what he was seeing...you had forgiven him?

He gently pulled on your hand and let you sit on his thigh so he could feel your warmth again. "I...I don't know what to say!" He said, voice low and still shocked. "Just let's not acknowledge what had happened..." you said as you looked down at the rose, sighing happily as Bruce's strong arms pulled you closer to him. "I'm sorry..." he whispered in your ear before starting to kiss your neck, making you smile. His lips found your jaw and then your chin and just when he was going to kiss your ĺips, Alfred’s loud meowing made him freeze in his place.

"You are enjoying the show?" You said frustrated by the fact that you couldn't have the kiss you were missing a lot, "You want some snacks to eat while watching?" Alfred gave you another loud meow as it watched you two, making you let out a groan. But your groan was stifled by the passionate kiss Bruce planted on your lips, letting your melt in his arms as you both chuckled in the kiss.

Years later you'd find out that forgiving Bruce was the best decision of your life.

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777rare · 1 year

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ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS PT.6

THESE NOTES ARE ONLY A STUDY OF MINE AND HAS/HAS NOT BEEN PROVEN YET, SO IF IT DOES NOT RESONATE WITH YOU, FORGIVE ME AS IT WAS ONLY A STUDY/OBSERVATION OF MINE.

I DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY OR REWORD ANY OF MY FELLOW ASTROLOGY OBSERVERS POSTS AND I DEMAND THE SAME IN RETURN

DO NOT READ FURTHUR IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

hiii, I am so sorry for not responding to any asks or being active here. I know I can't give any excuse but yes, I have been travelling a lot recently and I have only some time to check out some posts n all here. I'll make sure to respond to my loving readers asks so please be patient, I'm sorry. So yeah! I'm here now and I hope u enjoy!❤🙌🏻

kiss asteroid-venus (esp.conjunction, sextile) are such sensual, romantic kisses. They're amazing kissers. They can make anyone fall head over heels for them after just one kiss hahaha. They love love love hickeys, neck kisses so much (giving and receiving).💋👄💓

Angel asteroid in pisces/12th House/ in pisces degree(12°,24°) natives recieve guidance and messages from their angels intuitively, like through sudden thoughts, while daydreaming and visions. They also receive messages and guidance through their dreams while asleep and through meditation.👼😇🧘‍♀️👁🧿

Kiss asteroid in earth signs are the most sensual kissers. So damn- 😩🤒 godd. The most sexc kisses for real.🤌🏻🔥

I feel like kiss asteroid in Capricorn/aquarius gon have their first kiss a little late in their life or if they have had it early it would be unexpected or not so enjoyable. I don't know. Just guessing. Please let me know how this relates. Doesn't matter if it isn't true, I would be grateful for your interaction.❤😊

born asteroid aspecting 3+ personal planets natives are born to accomplish a lot of things in this birth. These natives become a lot of things in life like a singer, actor, dancer, politician, anything more. Example: Arnold Schwarzenegger has born asteroid aspecting mercury,venus,mars, jupiter and his born asteroid is conjunct mercury and venus. He became an actor(venus=art,drama,creativity), a bodybuilder(mars= muscles, stamina), a politician(mercury= wit,intelligence, communicator, messenger) he also came to be known by a lot of people in the world( jupiter= expander, worship, attention, luck). Minor aspects count as well! Never ignore minor aspects in any kind of observation as it is equally important too.☁️☀️💓

Transylvania asteroid aspecting ascendant natives suit the vampire/Dracula look. These guys look amazing when they put on fangs. A lot of people find these natives alluring yet scary. Like people be like "wow, brrrr"-😮😳😰

Check which sign/house jupiter is in your natal chart. Since jupiter expands immensely, that would be the vibes you give off the most. Ex: jupiter in fire sign or house give off vibes that project activeness, passion and even too much fire in their aura or anger at times. People may feel They are always angry or upset because they have this angry look or glare or even just a face of that sort.💥

Pars fortunae/part of fortune asteroid- venus(esp. Conjunct or sextile) natives can get lots of fortune if they do anything related to beauty, jewelery, clothing, fashion and all things related to venus. These natives can also have a lot of fortune because of their own beauty.💅🏻👄🙌🏻

Natives with sweet asteroid conjunct sun/moon/venus are honestly the most sweetest people alive. They're so so damn sweet and loving in nature. These natives are so sweet you could be diabetic after hearing them say something about you lmfao😩💓❤🤌🏻

asteroids mentioned: 13954,8267,11727,1537,11911

That's it for today, I know it's not much but im trying my best so I really hope you guys enjoyed!❤🫂 And again I will reply to all the asks and I'll be more active soon. Thankyou so much for your time, bye!❤🏝

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dvzaiosamu · 10 days

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Apple juice and Bandages. Soukoku fluff fanfic. This one is simply fluff, maybe ooc or not, I'm going to try to make their relationship accurate, if not, I'm sorry beforehand.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of drinking blood, skin cutting. Overall, fluff.

Soukoku! Vampire Chuuya Nakahara x Dazai Osamu. And the summary is: Chuuya is a vampire that likes to drink apple juice and Dazai it's just hanging out with him, trying to annoy him, as usual, but Chuuya and him have a surprisingly easeful moment until Dazai has a stupid idea that Chuuya isn't a big fan of.

Notes — By the way, even though Chuuya is a vampire, he won't burn to ashes when it's daylight, just to make sure you all understand. Also, this is like, not fake vampire fangs like Chuuya had in the Meursault, he has like real vampire fangs here.

Just one day, a day that was approaching night, but the sun continued to shine, illuminating the redhead's pale face. The birds sang as they rested on the branches of the weak trees, sharing a romantic and friendly moment as the night approached with the passing of the hours.

The two of them, walking in a pleasant silence, surrounded by Heathers and Amaryllis, flowers that managed to give the place a sufficiently calm atmosphere to be hanging around. The tranquility of the place gave them an unusual moment in their relationship in general, since normally Dazai always found one way or another to make the shorter one angry.

A wave of thoughts unites them, since each one, in the silence, wonders the same thing, why out of nowhere they are no longer arguing as usual. In any case, they were not going to deny that this moment was not pleasant, although it was difficult for them to accept that their presence made them be in a calm state, although only in moments as bizarre as this one.

"Hey, why are we so quiet out of nowhere? This is painfully unusual," the redhead decides to speak first, glancing sideways at Dazai.

"You ask me as if I knew..." the companion pauses, an exaggerated sigh leaving his lips. "You're probably just afraid of me, which is why you didn't want to talk the whole way."

A challenging but annoyed expression is present on Chuuya's face, who does not hesitate to respond: "What would I be afraid of anyway? Because nothing scares me about you, you're just a weakling, even if you can nullify my ability, still you aren't going to be able to defeat me so easily hand to hand."

Once again, an argument catches fire, and with each word more fuel is added to the fire.

Dazai shrugs, "Maybe, but you know damn well you can't kill me, you'd at least hurt me, but you'd never murder me."

"Are you becoming sentimental out of nowhere? Come on, please, don't make me consider killing you right now," Chuuya responds, although his eyes give it away, his irises give him away that he's not actually capable of killing him, and that's because of the strong bond that they have created over the years, which has not been seen on the outside, within them, the two of them know very well that they are one soul in the body of two.

A light smile appears on the brown-haired man's lips. His movements are carefree, not caring that his partner is not only a vampire, but also a human, within him he has a human, and although Chuuya still has a hard time calling himself one, Dazai will do everything in his power to do so, to make him reconsider he is a human being.

"You're not hungry?" Dazai changes the subject, ignoring the redhead's scowl. "There are some apples over here."

Soon, the shorter one's face becomes a little softer, and avoiding meeting his eyes, he says, "Since you say it, I could use some energy."

Immersed in a brief silence, Dazai deviates from the initial path and while Chuuya waited a few steps for him to return, Dazai had strangely offered to go himself and pick an apple from a tree and take the trouble to clean it with his clothes, before handing it to Chuuya,

"Here, take it."

"I hope you didn't poison it or something," he looks before gently circling the apple with his fingers, knowing how easily they can be damaged by pressure.

"I'm not the Evil Queen, you know? I'm not going to poison an apple to kill you, it's a boring death," he rolls his eyes and smiles playfully, his look dulcet but unnoticeable to the shorter boy.

Trying to trust the brunette's words, Chuuya sighs before taking a small bite just to taste the flavor, before finally sinking in his two fangs and beginning to drink the juice until it is dry and completely lifeless.

"See? It's good, I told you it's not poisoned," he smiles, and Chuuya raises an eyebrow, tossing the apple away.

"Are you stupid? Poison doesn't always act instantly, it can take a few minutes," Chuuya replies, wiping away the apple juice that ran down his chin. "You know, give me another apple."

"I told you you'd like it, Chuuya," Dazai puts his hand on Chuuya's shoulder, who immediately removes his hand. Without further ado, this time Chuuya follows the brunette towards the tree, and upon observing it he realizes that he won't be able to grab one. Another reason to be embarassed and be the next reason for Dazai to make fun of you. "Look, there are several, tell me which one you want and I'll give it to you."

"That one," he points.

"Okay," he replied, raising his hand to take the one the redhead pointed out to him. It was an ordinary apple, but he supposes that it is because of the color, it was green, standing out a little among the red ones. Dazai hands it to Chuuya, but not before making sure Chuuya sees him clean it with his clothes like he already did with the previous one.

"Thank you," Chuuya says in a calm voice, very unlike of him. With a plunge of his fangs into the apple, he begins to devour the juice in anticipation, the juice drains from the apple, rolling down his chin until it is left like the previous one, dark in color and dry. He throws it back to where the previous one was.

"Just look at you, your mouth is going to be sticky from the juices," he laughs softly before reaching into his pocket for some wet wipes so the redhead can clean himself up. "Here, so you can get the stickiness off your horrible face," he hands a wet wipes to his partner.

"My face? I'm sure my hygiene is better than yours," rolling his eyes, he wipes his chin with the refreshing wipes that smell like lavender and a few hints of fruit.

"You're so mean," he sighs.

When he finishes cleaning himself, he looks around for a trash can. Dazai notices this, since well, it wasn't a very clever move on Chuuya's part, who wasn't even trying to hide it, he just wanted to find a container to throw the wet wipe away.

"Chibi, are you telling me that you're going to throw the wet wipe in the trash but not the apples in the trash?" he gasps.

"Do you know how to use your mind or are you being stupid?" pauses. "It is an organic food, it is going to decompose at some point and some animal or weird bug will take advantage of it and eat it. And look, there's a trash can."

Chuuya goes to the trash and throws the wet wipe inside, making a disgusted face when he smells the malodorous that was there, immediately stepping back with a sound of disgust. "You know, we should leave now and be on our way..."

Dazai approached from behind, who with a smile affirmed with a "Yeah, sure" before walking again, although Dazai had a more unexpected destination to take Chuuya.

The light simply gave the impression that a dawn was approaching that was already noticeable, clouds with orange and yellowish tones, it looked like orange marmalade and the combination of colors of apples.

The brunette's hand timidly approaches the redhead's, and when he tries to grab it he is struck down by Chuuya's gaze, who manages to stab him with just one look, and with a little nervousness, he looks to the side to hide his face. He slowly blushed a light pink.

"You know, if you wanted to hold my hand, you could ask me, not just take it out of the blue," Chuuya says, sighing lightly.

"...I-I'm sorry," he says softly, clearing his throat softly before turning to look at him, still unsure if his blush could be seen by him or not. "You know me, Chuuya, that's how I... I am—!"

"Look at you, all blushed," Chuuya smirks, with a teasing undertone. "How adorable."

Before Dazai feels the heat rise to his cheeks again, with a pout he responds,

"Hey! Stop making me feel like that, okay?... I don't even know why I act like that out of nowhere," he finishes his sentence with a sigh. "You are very mean, slug..."

For the first time all day a small amused laugh is heard coming out of the vampire's mouth, wiping away the small tears that had just accumulated in the corners of his eyes, he smiles warmly and finally intertwines his fingers with Dazai's, leaving him silent. Likewise, Osamu didn't say anything else, he didn't want to sound too weak against Chuuya's touch.

"You know what? Let's rest there," Dazai adds, looking at Chuuya, but seeing that he is confused, he points his finger at the place. "There."

"Why? Are you tired already?" A mischievous grin remains on Chuuya's face as he lets himself be guided by Dazai, who directs him towards a large tree, in the shade more precisely.

"Maybe..." he shrugs, quickening his pace until he gets there and after watching the leaves move slowly in the small breeze, he carefully sits down on the grass, making sure not to sit somewhere dirty. "Now sit down and stop asking."

Rolling his eyes, Chuuya sits next to him, with a small smile that, although it stopped being so mocking, still looked warm like the sunrise. When he spoke, he could see his fangs, which Dazai found adorable, so adorable that he even had stupid fantasies that if Chuuya could bite him and drink his blood like the vampires from those movies.

"Chuuya," he says.

"What now, mackerel?"

"Do you think you could drink my blood?" An unexpected question and said so naturally that the redhead's eyes widen.

"I think you've gone crazy," he says immediately. "I would rather drink the blood of three decomposing bodies than drink your blood."

"But then Chuuya will get sick," he says with a puppy-dog expression. "After all, you are a vampire, you still need human blood even if you drink apple juice."

"True, but not yours."

Although Dazai didn't care what his partner said, with a sigh and pressing his lips into a firm line, he stretched the cloth around his neck to make it more convenient for the redhead to suck his blood.

"So aside from the fact that you want me to drink your blood... You also want me to bite your neck to do so?" with a grimace he responds. "I will do no such thing, not even in your dreams."

"If it's not my neck," he stops stretching the fabric, "then you can bite my palm."

"Why are you so excited and so insistent about it anyway?"

"I can read you, Chuuya. It's obvious that you need human blood, just look at you, you haven't drank human blood in two days," Dazai muses, making Chuuya reconsider.

A brief silence takes center stage, and Chuuya thinks for a few moments about Dazai's offer. It's true that he's been weakened slightly by not being able to drink a human's blood, but he hates having to simply bite someone innocent. With a small sigh, he nods.

"Fine, but I don't like the idea, asshole," he frowns.

Dazai smiles in response, "Good then."

Reaching into his pocket, he grabs a small, black-handled knife. Chuuya's eyes widen, confused.

"Wait, what the hell are you implying?" Although Chuuya has told him to wait, the brunette pays no attention and slides the open pocket knife across the skin his palm. "Dazai, you idiot, wait, don't—!"

"Chuuya," he stops the redhead from intervening, and with an indifferent expression, he lets out an instinctive hiss as he sinks the pocket knife a little deeper before putting it back in his pocket. "I know you don't like to bite...so I did you a favor and took out the blood. Now shut up and drink before it falls down."

With a sudden movement, he grabs Chuuya's arm with his good hand and forces him to lean on his hand to drink the blood. With a grunt, Chuuya gently takes the brunette's bleeding hand and holds it gently, swallowing the blood that was beginning to slip.

"You're such an idiot sometimes..." he says in a muffled voice, caused by his mouth pressed into his palm.

Dazai grunts softly, "W-well... What can I say, It was neccesary."

Without getting a response from the redhead, he closes his eyes so as not to focus on the sharp pain, but still, it stings. With a shaky sigh, using his other hand, the one he grabbed Chuuya's arm with earlier, he places his hand on Chuuya's head, beginning to gently caress it.

Although Chuuya complains, Dazai only smiles weakly as Chuuya sucks the brunette's blood down his throat eagerly. The redhead did not expect that his partner's blood would have a sweet taste, similar to the nectar of an apple.

"I told you you'd like it, shorty..." Dazai mutters.

"Shut up... Let me clean your wound. How deep have you stuck the knife in, you idiot?" He slurred his words out.

"Enough to feed your empty stomach..." he replied.

With a small grunt, displeased by the action the brunette did, and by the physical contact he was applying to him, he simply continued swallowing the blood, with a tad of guilt building up inside him.

Once Chuuya felt that he had been full, he stopped devouring the scarlet liquid and licked the area about twice before separating, licking his lips after having tasted such a delicacy. Looking at Dazai's hand, he understands that it will need to be covered by another pair of bandages so that it doesn't get infected, so it's Chuuya's turn to have something to help his partner, and that's what he does, taking it out of his jacket pocket, a roll of bandages that do not stick to the skin and start unrolling it.

Dazai seems confused.

"Oh, seems like Chuuya has got bandages to heal me, how cute," he dulcetly says, and Chuuya in the meanwhile, starts to warp the bandages around Dazai's hand. "Why do you have these in your pocket?"

"I've got used to deal with your... wounds," his voice drops, a soft and concerned tone from him. "You know."

Upon noticing the redhead's expression, he does not hesitate to caress his cheek, delicately as if it were porcelain, being careful not to break it. "Aww... Do I really worry you? I'm sorry, chibi."

"Not the best time for jokes, Dazai," he states, finishing bandaging his partner, with tired eyelids. After taking his blood, he felt the need to rest for a while.

"Alright, alright, I'll shut up," he chuckles.

With the sun setting, the orange colors of the sky having darkened, Chuuya knew that it was already late, and that they should return, but he couldn't stay awake for much longer. With a yawn, he drops Dazai's now bandaged hand and rubs his eyes with his hand before collapsing into Dazai's lap.

"Would you look at that, the shorty has fallen asleep," he smiles. His hand rests on Chuuya's head, and he feels that his eyelids also feel heavy, perhaps the fact that a vampire, his companion, drank his blood has also weakened him considerably.

Before falling asleep next to Chuuya, he murmurs some words that seem like something affectionate, but since his words were almost not understood, it remains an affectionate mystery.

They both fall asleep, in the warmth of their bodies.

Notes. Now, you might ask yourself, what the fuck I was on while writing a vampire drinking apple juice and not blood... Well, you guys know Fluttershy from mlp, right? Well, the episode where Fluttershy becomes a vampire and drinks the juice of the apple, yeah. That was my inspiration to do this silly oneshot.

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sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw · 10 months

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Once upon a time I found vampires as a boring option as a monster fucker/lover. Mainly because I just saw them as pale humans who drink blood and had yet to see a piece of media take full advantage of the differences between humans and vampires and all the interesting things a vampire/human relationship could offer.

Mainly because I hadn't seen a lot and only exposure was a few posts in the teratophilia tag that didn’t sell me. But having recently consumed a piece of media that sold me on just how interesting a vampire/human relationship could be and all of the fun things that could be done with it. (If you've seen my blog at all recently, you know exactly what I'm talking about)

So since my adhd brain won't shut up about all the things that could be done with it, I will ran about the things that can be done with it here.

Sorry that it's probably disorganized and certain words might be repeated a lot. This is just me writing down all of my thoughts.

First of all there's all of the different features of vampires that different tellings of them offer. There's the obvious stuff like fangs and drinking blood to survive, sunlight being harmful to them, being able to turn into a bat, them being immortal. And there's also some things someone might forget at first like not being able to see them in mirrors, or even garlic being harmful to them. Maybe these things wouldn't be that useful to consider when writing a smut oneshot, but they are small details that would effect their life and interactions they might have with a human.

Like, maybe the human is inspecting themselves in the mirror and the vampire sneaks up behind them and whispers "Boo". The human jumps before laughing and playfully shoving the vampire away but leans into their touch after they snake their arms around the human's waist. Or maybe vampires can't be seen in pictures, much to the human's dismay because they want to remember what the vampire looks like, so they teach themselves to draw so they can draw what the vampire looks like and can always look back at that picture.

Or them trying to figure out what to do when they realize the vampire will outlive the human by a lot.

Or since vampires are stereotyped to live in gothic mansions (at least from what I can tell), lean into that gothic aesthetic. Or have them live somewhere else and lean into the aspects or aesthetic that would come with that.

But my favorite thing of all about vampire/human relationships is the dynamic and potential power dynamic or imbalance that could present.

Of course, if someone wants to write a healthy romance, they might not want to lean into that. But it could still be done in an interesting way of the characters doing their best to figure out how to have a healthy relationship and communicate with each other if they see something that could potentially become an issue and come up with a solution.

The fact that they rely on blood to survive and are much stronger and faster than humans immediately introduces a predator aspect to them which could create an interesting dynamic between the vampire and what they would usually consider food.

And even then, the abilities that make vampires so much more stronger and dangerous to humans could lead to a feeling of superiority over humans in vampire society and make it even more difficult for a vampire to interact with a human without treating them as food or a pet, or simple amusement. But humans and vampires still have the same mental capacity and ability to make connections, and potentially long for someone to be with. And how those two sides could mix or collide or be at war with each other.

It would be interesting to see how the relationship starts off like with the vampire only seeing them as a future snack or amusement, and how it slowly changes as they interact and then the journey of how it blossoms into a legitimate romance. Or it could be an exploration of the toxic elements and power imbalance in the relationship and how it effects the characters (like in Castlevania how Lenore legitimately cares about and is attracted to Hector, but still treats him like a pet in some cases).

Of course, you don't have to write vampires like this. Your world building and the ways vampires see or interact with humans could be completely different and that's okay, just make sure to explore it.

And obviously not all vampires will act the same, each will have their own personalities, ways they decide to feed, and how they decide to interact with humans. You could have a world where most vampires despise humans, but have a vampire that's never interact with much other vampires and tries to live in hiding amongst humans instead and does their best to gain their blood through methods that won't hurt others. Or maybe if there's a vampire that doesn’t realize they’re treating their human friend like a pet. Or a vampire that plans on keeping the human around until their bored or hungry, but end up developing actual feelings along the way and can't imagine a life without them (which could either develop into a sweet love confession or them becoming even more possessive).

Overall, I just really like it when vampire/human stories really explore aspects like these. And stories when it would be impossible to switch out the vampire with a human without the story not making sense.

And while the main dynamic I talked about is very good for dark romances, it's also really sweet if it's about a love so strong that it overcomes all of these obstacles any vampire/human interaction would come across

#my writer brain going brr for 800 words #monster lover #monster fucker #writing #my thoughts #teratophillia #vampire #another thing I thought of that I didn't feel like writing above is how strength played a factor in human dynamics #and how because in the past being strong was important it led to societal power imbalances between men and women #that only became more and more ingrained in the culture and people's minds #I could be wrong about this but I think this is how it probably went #and only as technology grew and decreased the need for strength in everyday life did things start to become more equal #but it took a lot of work to fight for these changes #and even today we're still experiencing the effects of some power imbalances #and we're the same species!#but that was just my worldbuilding brain looking to some real world examples #of how something like this could effect relationships and dynamics

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obsidiancreates · 3 months

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A Lot To Chew

(Different Vampire AU than the last one, this one is Comedic. I just love Vampire AUs.)

Burton Guster doesn't see his best friend in the world until ten years after graduation. He gets postcards with no return address, from all over the world, but no sight nor sound otherwise.

Until he wakes up one night in 2006 to the sight of his formerly MIA best friend leaning over him with glowing red eyes, a gift-wrapped but obviously identifiable pineapple in his hand, and a wild grin with two sharp fangs visible in the moonlight from the window.

Gus's scream is so loud and shrill it actually sends Shawn to the ground, hands clamped over his ears and an equally shrill scream coming out of him.

Gus leaps out of bed and grabs his bible and a cross, backing into a corner and holding both out! Shawn gets up, rubbing his ears and sending Gus a glare.

"Not cool, dude. Is that any way to greet your best friend after a decade?"

"You better be in some crazy costume, Shawn!" Gus keeps the cross aloft in front of him.

"Well, if you'd let me explain before you stake me-"

"Oh my god."

"Listen, I know this seems bad but good news, I can totally live off stuff like rare steaks. ... Bad news, I can't shapeshift or anything like that. Medium news, I can totally help you move your couch with like, one hand if you need me to."

"Are you actually Shawn?"

"Gus. What kind of question is that? Obviously even if I wasn't I'd say yes."

"Ha! You can't be Shawn, you're too honest."

"Are you saying I'm less honest than a demon? What proof do you need from me to put down the cross, man?"

"... When'd we meet?"

"Uh, basically birth, and then when we were five we officially declared ourselves the best friends in the entire world."

"... Alright. Okay. Why'd you get kicked out of church?"

"First of all, I did not get kicked out- Father Wesley politely suggested we stop attending."

Gus lowers the cross slightly. "That's the same thing, Shawn."

"No, because I think getting kicked out of a church would mean lightning strikes me and I get blown out as a pile of ashes."

The cross goes all the way down, but he keeps a grip on it. "Oh my god. You're really you."

"Duh!"

"And you're a vampire."

"For about five years now, yes."

"What? You don't look twenty-three."

"Yeah, well, apparently an animal blood diet means I'm still aging. I mean, I'm aging well, no doubts about it- and even the supernatural had very little to improve on with my hair."

"How did this even happen?"

"Kind of a long story, buddy. And a little gruesome. Do you still throw up at stressful situations?"

"Shawn."

"That's a yes. I'll tell you another time, but, I came here for a reason."

"To drink my blood?" He raises the cross again. "Condemn me to share your eternal damnation because your love for me has been twisted by your monstrous transformation."

"Dude. That's way too dramatic and absurd, nothing like that. I'm here because we're going to become private investigators together!"

"What?!"

"Yeah! I need you to go out and do stuff during the day, obviously, but-"

"I'm dreaming. I have to be dreaming."

"I know, right? Dream come true. Anyway, the thing is the cops brought me in for questioning tonight because I called in a tip and when they wouldn't stop insisting my Nighttime Lifestyle pointed to me being a criminal I ended up telling them I was psychic and the spirits demand I only work at night-"

"You lied to the cops?!"

"Gus, I'm a vampire. What was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, maybe hypnotize them to let you go?!"

"... Huh. ... That would've been a great plan, actually. Whoops."

#psych #psychusa #psych usa #psych 2006 #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

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honeeslust · 4 months

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You don’t know me but you will | Part. 2

🖤 Vampire Satoru x vampire Suguru x human you

🖤 WC 1k+

🖤 part one is updated. I made a few changes 😊

You've already met Satoru. He gestures over his shoulder, revealing another. He was long and lean with, muscled torso almost glowing in the warm light of you bedroom. His arms flexed and the veins lining those perfect arms bulged and twitched as he crawled into your bed beside the other. Your eyes trailed his body until meeting his gaze hidden behind the scream mask he wire. Their presence awakens something within you. Something unexplainable.

As for me... well, you don't know me, but you will.

What? Eyes wide and your mouth open. You're sitting there on you bed, alone and anxious and poised for their taking. The nervous falter in your voice and your pancked beating heart fell upon their pleasured ears. you couldn't fathom why the danger you sensed only made you want them more.

Your innocent eyes darted between the two of them, and your breath halted in your chest.

You mustered what little demurity you could and pulled your legs closer to your body as you ignited under their gaze. And who are you?, Im Suguru, He grins. Well, I don't open my legs to just anybody.

An impish grin comes across his cherry colored lips as he feigns for the taste of yours. You know I'm not just anyone. You know exactly what you've felt too, you can't hide it as good as you think you do. You've seenwhat I wanna do to you. What we wanna do to you. Said the opposite whose eyes eyes dug into the dark corners of your soul from behind the mask… reminding you of the brief moment of knowing the feeling of those those pretty lips on your neck. you knew they weren't lying. you knew without a doubt what you felt only moments ago in the shower, and though you couldn't actually see the others face, there was a certain familiarity to his enigmatic presence.

no matter what your head was telling you, you couldn’t deny the way your body was screaming for his touch. He was like a predator the way he observed you and it excited you to be his prey. The look in his eye had the promise of an insatiable hunger lingering in them. Though Suguru was only introducing himself, the other grew impatient. He's the one who saw you first after all.

The one between your legs was occupying too much of your attention. But Satoru was up for the challenge. His movement was quicker than the eye and there was a chill that rolled up your spine as he appeared at your side. A whisper fell upon your shoulder, his cool lips ghosting your skin and turning you to mush. Well? What'll it be little Fox?

Satoru removes his mask. His lips were so pretty spread out over his teeth, again you were weak and your stomach caved at the sight of that little gleaming fang.

he cocks his head to the side, his boyish locks dusting over his forehead as his heavenly eyes eluded to the sinfully dark thoughts he was having of you. Lets play a little, a little?? he smiles as if he could hear the question in your mind and you stirred, fingers helplessly releasing from the grip you had at your sides.

Dropping your hands from your chest, you become a bundle of nerves before them. If these two were responsible for what you'd been feeling then you were eager to tempt your fate. And that you did.

Okay. Ill play.

Suguru glares at you, a darker air about him now that he was trailing his fingertips up your bare thighs, as he made his way over you, his lips now hovering close you yours, his dark rimmed eyes burning like embers of a forbidden fire. You were the sweetest little thing, whimpering pathetically from the way he teased you. You were driving him crazy for you and your trembling body that was just so receptive to his each and every touch.

Suguru pulls away, well then, now that we're all acquainted, I've been meaning to help you with something.

Suguru straddles your legs leaving you unable to move them, the others hand encloses around your neck, the other pair wrapping around your wrists as he positioned himself behind you. Help me?

Mmmmhmm. He his mouth burned over your skin as he crawled his way down the length of your body, icy undead fingertips tickling and caressing you.

Sugurus hands inch their way closer to the place between your legs that trembled so fearfully. We meant to let you continue, but Satoru here was getting impatient.

Hell, I couldn't help it, she’s always so desperate for more. This revelation had you crumbling inside. Always?? You gasped. Cupping your face, he leans in, Always. How would you know that?..

Because we've been watching you. His thumb caresses your soft plush lips , you're not afraid are you?? you shake your head but your heart skips a beat. He grins, his teeth grazing overhis lip, You sure?? your attempt to appear unfazed was admirable, but Suguru knew better than that. He read your body from head to toe. Even now as the other kept your arms at your sides you were delving deeper into their grasp, just a needy little thing desperate for their posession. —Your body so hopped up on adrenaline and anticipation that you couldn't stop writhing between them.

He buries his face in your stomach, kissing and sucking, your muscles jumping at every touch if his hot tongue to your flesh. Soooo fucking sensitive he groans, his voice rumbling through your body before settling right in your core.

You don't know how special your are do you, little fox?… his mouth comes down on your neck, your racing pulse has your carotid jumping under his tongue, exciting him to the point that he salivates while sucking harshly on your flesh. It took every bit of his will not to tear into your pretty neck, at least not just yet.

he arose, lips rosy, fangs bared, blood red irises now replacing his amber ones. He presses your thighs to the mattress, lowering his head between your legs. He focuses on the twitching he senses between your legs. his tongue seeks out the trembling nerve, gently circling the bit, around and around making your body arch in pleasure.

The other rubs his hands all over you, as you twisted against him, unable to take the pleasure head on as Suguru started to slurp your clit and tongue your tight clenching hole. the grip on you tightens. And suddenly, it all became too much.

Satorus lips tickled the edge of your shoulder. His fingers pinching and rolling your nipples while he watched you.. Sugurus tongue was playful, flicking and teasing, his fingers pulling to expose that sensitive little pearl. Your cries rang out among the walls and your legs fought to close but Satorus grip was too strong. He kept your thighs exactly where he wanted them. You moaned incoherent pleas to them, tears glittering your cheeks, you’re inexperienced body not knowing what was happening to you, I cant I cant, you beg him to slow down, it was coming too fast.

Your nails dug into Satorus thighs, marking him as you chased that intoxicating feeling. Sugurus satisfied groans melted right into your sopping hole making you come heavy and hard on his tongue. The angel haired one watched on, his bulge pressing into your back as he felt your release breaking your body when he whispers sssss, that's a good girl. .

Barely coming off the first wave, Suguru doesn't leave even a second to breath, he pushes a finger inside, glaring at you from between your legs as he began to fuck it into you. You feel so fuckin good, keep gripping my fingers, juuuust like that. His tongue pulses over your clit, faster than seems possible. Stuck in a daze your eyes shut tight, Sugurus voice is in your head. Don't do that. Look at me. Right now or I'll stop. He pushes deeper, curling his finger right along that hot and spongey center, let me taste more of you little fox, give it to me. Come for me. His tongue flicks faster and you shatter like glass, cursing as you bared down on that drunkening feeling. Satorus laughter rattles along your back, mmm fuck me you panted. Fck little slut, sounds like you like that. Mmmmhmm, you twitch, bucking your hips, making him bury his face deep in that pussy. Let him hear you say it. He's greedy like that. C'mon n say it fer me Fox. His in your head again, taunting you as he slurps and fucks your pussy, sucking away at everything you released to him. Hmmm, yes fucking yes. please more. More more. He adds another finger earning your thankful Meeks as she absorbs yet another release.

It didn't matter that you were ready to pass out, because they had only just begun. Satoru was elated. Suguru had tasted you first. So that meant that he would be the first to actually taste you. Slipping from behind you, he guides you back to the pillow, hooking his grip around your jaw he kisses away the drool spilling from your lips and whispers..come back little Fox, ss-my turn now.

@saiyarasworld @littlemochabunni @biscuitsngravie @blkkizzat @bakubunny @i-literally-cant-with-this @thecookiebratz @ryomens-vixen @arlerts-angel

#smut oneshot #smutxanime honeeslust #blackgirlswhowriteanimesmut #jjk season 2 #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #vampiresmutshop #vampire satoru #vampire suguru

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fangirl-saya · 1 year

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The Reddit Q&A

Because I'm a normal person with normal amount of appreciation for Renfield and Hoult, I went through this thread and pulled out all the replies that had to do with Hoult. Enjoy. Reddit thread

Putting it under "Keep reading" because long post is long.

Hoult: I watched all of them but Dwight Frye is obviously such an iconic wonderful performance and one that I did try to take a lot of inspiration from.

Hoult: They’re all difficult for different reasons. I don’t have as great an answer as that… but playing Beast was quite challenging simply because of the makeup. [To Cage] Which reminds me, I really felt for you in this. You took it in stride.

Hoult: Something that I love is when you’re on a set and you open a drawer and someone has taken the time to write a letter. It may never end up on screen, but it’s so incredible that they took the extra step to make each aspect of the film feel more real and to make that moment special.

Hoult: We were all (the cast) growing up together. So, whilst we were pretending to do all those things on the show and be those characters, outside of it, we were becoming great friends and experiencing all those things in real life. We were 16 and 17, so to share that time with those people and still be friends with them now is very special. I feel lucky to be a part of it.

Hoult: Hmmm. I liked the first John Wick. Speed as well.

Cage: I’m just going to go on record now, Nick is a hell of a dancer, and he worked his ass off to do this incredible dance sequence which didn’t make it into the movie, but it was brilliant. That was a lot of work.

Hoult: That was, yeah, that was a lot of work and rehearsals. Choreography came up with this wonderful fantasy sequence of Renfield dancing with bugs, just over the moon with love. But yeah, sadly it didn’t make it into the film but maybe it will end up as a deleted scene?

Cage: No reason in terms of method, but the fangs were genuine fangs, they were ceramic and quite pointy. So I did bite my lip a few times which made me drink my own blood.

Hoult: I quite like the taste of my own blood.

Cage: There is something warm and fuzzy about it.

Hoult: We were inside a church at one point, during a hurricane. It wasn’t paranormal, but it was eerie. We had to stop filming and all gather together towards the center of this church and wait out this hurricane.

Cage: One of the recent ones, THE MENU, I just thought it was so delicious. That movie is about cooking so that is the right word. It was one of my favorite movies of the year. Darkest comedy in the most delicious way.

Hoult: Face Off, Con Air, Pig, Adaptation, The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent.

Hoult: There’s a line that she added (in a scene in the apartment and I was making her cookies) and she said “I don’t want your murder cookies." That was a very funny line that she made up. That gets me every time.

Hoult: I like the idea of Frankenstein's monster, but Dracula would be up there as one of my favorites as well.

Hoult: I mean he’s horrendous on some levels, but he’s also quite caring and nurturing on others. So it’s always a matter of perspective, isn’t it? If you saw a vignette of the nicest moments of their lives together it would seem picturesque and wonderful. And then at its worst it probably is horrific and as bad as it can get. So it’s both things at the same time.

Cage: I’m fairly certain that Dracula and Renfield had a few wonderful laughs together over the years. Big laughs? That’s probably the better word to use.

Hoult: Thank you so much. In some ways, tonally, these are similar films and I love making those horror comedy/twisted genres. If you like those, hopefully you’ll like Renfield.

Hoult: I learned today that Nick edited Shadow of The Vampire, which I didn’t know and I was surprised by it.

Cage: I don’t think anything surprises me about Nick Hoult. He’s making all the right moves and I knew he would.

Hoult: For me? Hot and sour soup.

Cage & Hoult: Both did all the time.

Hoult: Oh I wouldn’t want to say a least favorite. I like them all.

Cage: Thank you. You're great too.

Hoult: To quote a great actor, '"Thank you. You're great too" -- Cage'

...

Thanks for the questions! We gotta go see the children of the night about a bite to eat - but make sure to watch RENFIELD, only in theaters on April 14th.

#Renfield #trivia #Reddit #Hoult

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somefanchick · 7 months

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We have met, but I'm not who I was...

This is a platonic fic between Astarion and the Traveler (Tav) that I’m going to use on one of my next runs. Tav is of noble background and met Astarion decades ago at a party. I am totally down to give more info on this character if asked, but that’s all that you really need to know prior to reading this fic. (Short and sweet) (Minor spoilers for act 1)

He recognized me. That wasn’t something I was used to, and something I wished hadn’t been true. I could see that when I found him in the woods after the crash, he reacted to my presence for a split second. I could see recognition in his eyes, right before he tried to distract and attack me. Spoiler, it didn’t really work.

Once I remembered him, I didn’t initially know how to approach the situation so I did what I did best. I played dumb. I acted as if I believed him and didn’t recognize the vampire before me. He believed my ignorance, as most tend to, and I was able to recruit him to my camp.

A few days later, I had a camp of six other individuals and was about to invade a goblin camp full of cultists. I had my favorites of course; A strong barbarian tiefling with a heart of figurative gold and literal infernal iron, a beautifully mysterious cleric who I could tell was hiding things from both me and herself, and of course the vampire spawn. He was useful for stealth and I got a small thrill out of fooling him. Though that thrill had faded quickly.

Now that night had fallen and the others had fallen asleep, I got up to visit Astarion.

“Hello Tav,” His teeth glistened in the moonlight, the bottom of his fangs hiding just behind his bottom lip, “Has anyone ever told you that you look astonishing in the starlight? And just when I thought you couldn’t get more ravishing.”

“Aw Astarion!” I put on my best smile, placing my hands on my cheeks, “That’s so sweet of you to say. Now I hate to be a bother, but could you do me a favor?”

I noticed a slight fear in his eyes, but his smile didn’t break, “Of course dear. What is it?”

I put on my best doe eyes, “Could you cut the bullshit?”

That knocked off his metaphorical mask, “Excuse me?”

“Look,” my eyes sharpened and I dropped my own mask for the first time in years, “I know you know we met at one of Casador’s little parties. He introduced you as his assistant, which is true to an extent I suppose, and then he secretly instructed you to lure me in so he could feast on noble blood,” I put my finger on my lip, slowly gliding back into my innocent and ignorant persona, “I was the best target. The youngest of 13. Not exceptionally beautiful like many of my sisters, not as accomplished as my brothers, not the topic of much controversy like my sibling. Completely overshadowed. Wouldn’t even get an article in the Baldur's Mouth Gazette, just a few condolences to my parents behind closed doors. The only caveat was that it was me,” a smirk graced my lips, “Someone who could see through people like you and Casador and had enough charisma and intelligence to escape without even letting you know that I was on to you. But now I have the power to defend myself properly, so I’m willing to call you out.”

“I-”

I placed my hands in the center of my chest, “I just wanted to let you know that I’m not as gullible as you think. Don’t fuck with me. Follow my lead and not only will I cure everyone of this illithid shit, but I will help you kill that bastard. Listen to my command, and you will be free of him forever. Don’t betray me and you may become more powerful than you ever could imagine. I will even let you feed on me if you ask politely and only take what is necessary. As long as you use that power to help my cause. I might seem like an imbecile, but I’m a reasonable person. I make deals with gods and nobles. I’m great at compromise.”

I could see tension leave Astarion’s shoulders, “And here I thought we wouldn’t get along. You’re more cunning than I thought.”

“Normally I wouldn’t be this blunt about knowing so much of your personal business,” I smiled innocently, “But I needed you to know I wasn’t the gulabile little noble you believed me to be back then, or the harmless angel I was. That way our professional relationship could be built on a little respect.”

“Maybe more than just a ‘professional’ relationship,” Astarion smirked, “I am honest in my flattery you know.”

I let out a giggle, “We both know you’re not,” I turned away, “Goodnight ‘Little star’.”

I could feel his gaze on me. It was cold and harsh. I hadn’t earned his trust, but I had told him that we would play nice. Part of me was looking forward to him asking to sink in his fangs, if only to make him owe me.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #astarion x tav #platonic #platonic fic #Noble Tav

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bitchin-beskar · 1 year

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Okay bur do you have any thots over monster!Soap, cause monster!ghost gets a lot of love, but soap deserves some of that too 🫣

oooh, so I've got a Venom!Soap ask in my inbox from @mysticalgalaxysalad that I'm gonna get to later, but I definitely have some thots/thoughts over monster!Soap (a couple different types actually!)

Werewolf!Soap

I feel like lycanthropy fits Soap really really well. I think during leave or other situations that aren't life and death (and even some that are), Soap is very much like an excitable german shepard. He's definitely strong and can be scary, but also goofy and silly, and so I feel this translates really well to werewolf!Soap. He's already a pretty big guy but his wolf form is fucking massive holy shit. He absolutely puts the fear of god into the 141's enemies when he shifts, although I feel he does it sparingly because as strong and deadly as he is as a wolf, shifting does not happen to include his tac gear or kevlar, so he's more vulnerable that way. He absolutely transforms and plays fetch and goes for "walks" with you around base because if he doesn't shift frequently enough, it can become very painful for him. It's kind of hilarious to see a huge fucking wolf bounding around a military base, and more than one rookie has fainted thinking they're seeing a hellhound or some other demonic creature. If we're going down the horny thots route, I think that the heightened hearing and sense of smell absolutely play a role. Yes it helps on the battlefield, but when you've got a boyfriend who can smell when you're fertile and aroused, and can hear your heart rate pick up when he's nearby, you're never gonna know a moment's peace. Going off the whole scent thing, Soap absolutely has a thing about you smelling like him. Thankfully he doesn't 'mark' his territory like an actual dog (you would very probably murder him), but he's constantly putting you in his clothes, hugging you when he's all sweaty and gross from training, and he's got this fascination with coming inside you and anything that drips out gets smeared across your thighs and rubbed into your skin. Maybe it's a little weird, but you kind of like it. Yes, doggy is his favorite position, do not tease him about it because he can and will make sure you're unable to walk for a week. You've also never fucked Soap in his wolf form, because holy fuck he's so huge he might literally tear you in half, but that doesn't mean you don't sometimes think about it.

Vampire!Soap

Okay, so I would probably normally vibe with Vampire!Ghost, but I think Soap works really well as a vamp too. Whereas with Ghost I think he fits the vibes of more the monstrous beings a la Nosferatu that just look off and that's what scares people, I think for Soap he's the kind of vampire that is stunningly gorgeous and hypnotising and that's why he draws you in. It's kind of funny sometimes because he gets so offended by some of the stereotypes ("Of-feckin-course the cross isn't gonna ward me off, I'm a bloody vampire, nah the feckin Devil!") but for the most part he acts completely human. He's not particularly pale, his eyes aren't red, and his teeth at first glance look normal. But when he's fighting and goes into a bloodlust, that's when people start being scared of him. He's arguably the more deadly one between him and Ghost, because you tend to stay away from Ghost, but Soap draws you in, until you realize it's too late. Also, you find out in your relationship that while he can (and usually does) live off bagged blood, fresh tastes so much better, and when you offer to let him drink from you, the both of you learn another little interesting tidbit about his vampirism, something he was unaware of. Vampires secrete a kind of venom from their fangs that acts like a calming agent in animals but in humans acts as an aphrodisiac. After all, it's hard to get a good meal when said meal is fighting for their life, so vampires evolved to come up with a way to get around it, but knowledge is mostly lost because of vampire blood banks. The first time the two of you discovered it, you both descended into a haze of lust and desire that didn't lift for two whole days. The rest of the team was concerned when they hadn't heard from you both in 24 hours, but Ghost's the one to figure out what the two've you have done.

Eldritch Horror!Soap

So, this is a bit more ambiguous, because... you know... eldritch horror with emphasis on the eldritch, but I personally vibe with a kind of strange, shadow-demonesque type of being for Soap. With his proclivity for pyrotechnics, the whole demon aspect fits really well, and the shadow part fits for him as a sniper. Basically, he has a habit of scaring the absolute shit out of everyone on base by just melting into the shadows and peering out with eyes that glint red in the right lighting. Everyone thinks that Ghost is the one to be scared of, and they wouldn't be wrong, but once you've been startled by a Scotsman's drawl coming from the shadowy area in the back of the kitchen near the fridge when you could've sworn you were alone, you realise Simon 'Ghost' Riley is not the only one to be frightened of. Soap has some basic shadow travel abilities which is a huge boon in the field, but his favorite power has to be shadow manipulation. He's able to use shadows as an extension of himself, which is fantastic for pranks, but also really really good for teasing the everloving shit outta you. The first time he did it during a briefing, letting the tendrils of shadows trace over your thighs and against the soft skin under your shirt. You're able to hold your composure admirably, but you yell at him for it later. It does nothing to deter him. In fact, it might've made things worse. Don't even get me started on him fucking you with his shadows. He doesn't need to get your clothes off for that, and it's a fun way for him to pass the time if you're in a position or situation that wouldn't otherwise allow for some fun. You tell him that you hate it and that he needs to stop, but he always retorts that the two of you have safe words for a reason and you really don't have a response to that (because goddamnit you don't actually hate it as much as you say you do. Everyone is terrified of you as a consequence of you being with Soap, because they're well aware of why his missions are classified (aka, the violence level is beastly, far more so than even many military men can stomach) and the fact that you know that and still said "ok but I wanna fuck him" scares the shit out of people.

#monster!soap #anon #anon ask #ask #asked and answered #headcanons #lynn rambles #thots #thots about monster!soap #smut #18+

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bluetooththereptile · 2 years

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The black Rose

Yandere bat family x fem pregnant reader (vampire au)

(Gif by unknown)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

(This fic is one of the multiple choices of this post)

Note: Black rose may seem depressing and a sign of grief, but it also means rebirth and another chance!

Summary: For the first time in your relationship with your former Master, you decide to take a step first to change your relationship's situation...

Tw: Mentions of pregnancy and death

....

Years later you'd find out that forgiving Bruce was the best decision of your life.

#yandere batman #yandere batfamily #yandere #yandere damian wayne #yandere jason todd #yandere x reader #yandere dick grayson #yandere tim drake #yandere dc #dc #yandere x pregnant reader #pregnant reader #fem reader #yandere alfred pennyworth #yandre Cassandra cain #yandere Stephanie brown

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I made a playlist for @oliversrarebooks' main series.

Full annotation under the cut (quite long)

Strange Doings in the Night:

This one has a strong vibe suiting the auction house. Very creepy, with undertones of wealthy patrons and secrecy.

"We get more done in the dark than you can see -- Starlight shadows the sunrise like a thief"

Right to Die:

A song about having one's freedom and very sense of being stripped away for a profit. Lots of vivid imagery, making it one of my personal favorites.

"Take me down the silver river and sell my hair for food -- Sell my independence first so there's no fight -- Take my little things away -- So there's no memories -- And hey! -- When you're done you can just sail into the night"

Pain and Pleasure:

This is technically about some D&D campaign or whatever, but it reminds me of the cast of this story.

"He's got blood that flows with magic -- He's got eyes carved in his skin -- We are soon to see his ending -- But we don't know where he begins"

Farewell Wanderlust:

A melancholy song that fits a lot of details on Alexander that have been hinted at throughout the story.

"Our gods have abandoned us, left us instead -- Take up arms, take my hand, let us waltz for the dead"

Red River:

A song with a constantly shifting tempo and intriguing lines. Technically romantic but suiting Oliver's captivity just as he is first brought under mind control and crushes Emily's hope.

"I'll tell you I love you and need you -- And cherish you over them all -- But my effort gets small as I talk to a -- Ball and my words are all crumpled and torn"

Danse Macabre:

An instrumental song with a lovely tune. Sounds like something that would be playing from a character's record player or radio during the story.

Good Life:

A song all about false promises and propaganda, keeping all sorts of people under control by more natural forms of mental suggestion than those in the story.

"They will tell you your future is lovely and certain -- They will sell you a dream for a dollar ninety-nine -- Oh, they'll make you repay it or call it a crime"

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This):

A pessimistic view of the world, with focus put on abuse and keeping hope despite it. Could fit most of the characters.

"Sweet dreams are made of this -- Who am I to disagree? -- I travel the world and the seven seas -- Everybody's looking for something"

Old Lace:

Melancholy and metaphorical. Plenty of lines referring to becoming a new person and struggling with one's feelings.

"I wish they'd drop the bomb, I’m wearing thin -- And if I'm drowning in my sorrows, I say bathe in them"

Turn Out the Lights:

Lines about needing to not trust your thoughts (even when they sound like you) take on a new meaning when applied to Oliver's enthrallment.

"You don't have to believe every single thought -- That tumbles through your head -- Just 'cause it sounds like you talking"

Another Great Day:

A song about self doubt in the act of pursuing happiness. It suits multiple characters including Oliver and Alexander.

"And what gives me solace, damages my brain -- Again the sun rises, not any more wiser -- My mind is a geyser, the world is just rain"

Bring Out Your Dead:

A slow melody about losing what you love and hoping for more from life. It reminds me of Emily.

"Make your peace -- A pocket of posies can help -- In the silence that comes with the -- Presence of large predators"

Toccata and Fugue in D minor:

A spooky classical melody, often used in movie soundtracks. I could definitely imagine it playing if this story were on telivision rather than tumblr.

The Headless Horseman:

The roaring 20s style of spooky story telling is similar to the revelations Oliver goes through about the existence of vampires and other monsters.

"There's ghosts with horns and saucer eyes -- Some have fangs about this size -- Some short and fat -- Some tall and thin --And some don't even bother to wear their skin!"

Catharsis:

This one was included mostly because of vibes, but it reminds me of Alexander's... whole thing.

"The cracks had always been on show -- The spirit always broke -- The bottle always emptied well before the candle smoked"

Inkpot Gods:

For Emily and Oliver, right after Lily gets in Oliver's head. It has romantic overtones, but could fit friends or even siblings.

"And I can hear him break -- And he doesn't understand -- And I wish that I could take his hand -- But where I'm going is for me and me alone"

Hey, Little Songbird:

From the musical Hadestown, all about false promises dragging a hero down to hell. It suits the chapters dedicated to Lily's mind control.

"Hey, little songbird, you got something fine -- You’d shine like a diamond down in the mine -- And the choice is yours if you’re willing to choose -- Seeing as you’ve got nothing to lose -- And I could use a canary"

Faerie's Aire and Death Waltz:

I listen to instrumental music a lot while reading, and this is one of my favorites. I often put it on for this story.

The Quittin' Kind:

A cabaret song from a singer with a beautiful voice. It reminds me of Oliver, and his lamentations over the life he could have had. Though the song refers to art as escapism, not books, it has the same effect.

"There's a corner you painted yourself in -- I'm not sure what was your intention? -- Now you're trapped alone on an island and you can't swim"

Passerine:

The use of metaphors regarding nature and human history paint a vivid picture. Though honestly, I included it because I have sysnesthesia and this song is the same color as much of the first chapter.

"When he comes a knocking at my door -- What am I to do, What am I to do, oh lord -- When the cold wind rolls in form the north -- What am I to do, What am I to do, oh lord"

Have a Seat Misery:

Honestly, this could fit almost every major character. It's all about relapsing into depression and bad habits, especially in times of loneliness.

"Have a seat, misery -- Lord how I've missed you -- Don't go crying to me -- That I kept you away for too long -- Just put your feet up, friend -- 'Cause I read all your postcards -- And in a way I am happy to say -- That you've never been gone"

Remember Something Beautiful:

A song about holding onto hope for a better future during bad times. It reminds me of Emily's old life, among other things.

"When you're jaded, and you're lonely, and the world's about to end -- Just remember something beautiful is just around the bend"

Opening Themes: Dark Shadows:

This is a niche joke. The 60s show Dark Shadows introduced the concept of a "sympathetic vampire" rather than making Barnabas Collins pure evil. It had a drastic effect on how all modern writers handle vampires, whether they're aware of it or not. But Alexander is much nicer than Barnabas.

The Lesser of 200 Evils:

This could be Alexander's theme song, as far as Oliver is concerned. The premise is viewing someone as the lesser of evils, but still knowing them to be truly evil, even if they're your best option.

"This house is a rotten place -- Where you don't believe a thing that your worth -- The lesser of two hundred evils -- But you're still evil"

Ancient History:

A song about drowning under the emotional weight past events that should be water under the bridge by now. At least, according to the people around you. It reminds me of all of Alexander's angst.

"My body's aching like a knock-down drag-out -- And my poor heart is an open wound -- It's ancient history that's bleeding out of me -- So what am I supposed to do?"

Devil May Care:

The lyrics referring to the biblical fall of lucifer, and where he might be hiding now, quoting expressions like "the devil's in the lyrics". Another vibes based inclusion.

"The Devil can deal any hand you choose -- Damned if you don't, damned if you do"

The Louisville Shuffle (RIP):

All about changing from one thing to another, maybe for the better and maybe for the worst. Becoming unrecognizable to those who once knew you.

"But the scenery won't change until you die -- The scenery won't change and nor will I -- Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head"

Welcome to the Circus:

The premise of this song meshes well with everything Oliver and his fellow humans go through during the auction. Being dolled up and put on display, expected to put their best foot forward while having their trauma completely brushed aside.

"And we will pick apart your mind -- As you are breaking down -- And we'll continue laughing -- After all, you're just a silly clown -- Pay attention to what you're saying -- Make sure it's entertaining -- Lights. Camera. -- Welcome to your life"

Under the Willow:

Another melancholy song I included for reasons of [checks notes] sysnethsesia. But as I think more about it, it could be yet another Alexander song.

"But I believe I'm worth redemption -- 'Cause thunder, thunder shook me to the core -- While I was hiding under the willow"

The Vampire Masquerade:

A good tune with a fitting name. Don't ask me to explain, but it's the same color as Lily and a few of her patrons. It's also a good song to listen to while reading.

The Simplest Words:

Like a lot of songs on this playlist, this one is about doubting your own feelings, and not knowing which are real and which are fake.

"This body is built on the ruins of -- All the people I have ever been -- Wise men build their houses on rocks -- While the rest of us settle for skeletons"

Bloodsucker:

Other than bloodsucker being a fictional slur used against vampires, the symbolism in this song tracks with Lily's business and the keeping of her own thrall.

"It's so quiet, oh my god -- Thanks for inviting me in, you won't feel anything -- Red rich blood, let's drink up -- I want your thin skin, i know what you're trying to tell me"

And there it is. My full playlist. It may be changed and updated in the future, but I'll try to leave it be.

#Spotify #Music #Oliver's Rare Books #Playlists

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