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baeshijima · 1 year

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sophie im gonna need 10ccs of ur vampire genshin brainrot STAT

well, uh, first off i will link my vampy diluc x monster hunter!reader brainrot here bc i still think abt it sometimes (with obligatory dain angst at the end bc hes my fav sad man 🫶)

as for misc brainrot on the au that i most definitely just came up with on the spot, here are some examples that have me banging my head on the wall <33

vampire!alhaitham who never sets foot when the sun is out, opting to cling onto you, arms and legs trapping your sleep-induced body flush against his own, in an effort to keep your company beside him as daylight fades into night. however, that rarely manages to work, but a vampire can dream.

also him showing his liddol fangs because you asked, but not before warning you about its sharp points upon noticing your eager stare and the blatant twitch of your finger. though remain vigilant, lest you want your poor finger caught between his blunt teeth (at least he's mindful of his fangs when not in the presence of your neck. in spite of that, he's unrelenting when you ask him to release your finger, opting to instead clamp down just a bit more to watch you fluster.)

vampire!ayato who seemingly makes it his personal mission to tease you, his adorable beloved human, with the light grazes of fangs and soft lips along the surface of your skin, a chuckle or two arising upon sensing the increase in body temperature or appearance of goosebumps following in his wake.

he would also greatly enjoy moonlit strolls, your hand caressed within the confines of his own as you both venture out on a trip with no destination, only the comfort of the other's presence being your guide (there's an uncanny thrill in the unknown, but ayato finds himself most excited and surprised when in the throes of his newfound mundane life, never once experiencing a dull moment when by your side.)

vampire!dainsleif who is so very cautious with matters concerning you — more specifically, with how he acts around you. he's careful in your presence, perhaps fearing you'll crumble if he holds you too tightly, or slip away if he's too feather-light with his touch. with some reassurance and much-needed affection, perhaps you can get through to him you won't be going anywhere without him beside you.

there's a haunting beauty to him, one that never fails to make you gape in awe and cradle his cheeks with such tender adoration he can almost feel the weight of centuries upon centuries remove its heavy burden, attention honed into your smile and the affection diffusing from your palms into his moon-kissed cheeks (dainsleif finds his cold heart blooming with forgotten warmth when basking in your gaze and smile, a flutter once lost now returning full force alongside the desire to remain with you for as long as time will allow; even then, he will find a way to stay with you beyond that.)

#genshin x reader #dainsleif x reader #ayato x reader #alhaitham x reader #omg a convo !?#mutuals !!#sophie talks : concepts <3 #i basically wrote fic premises instead JKGHDSFKF #NO BUT VAMPIRE GENSHIN MEN WHERE??? WHERE !!!!!!#i need more of them in my life and if someone pushes me i will probably end up writing a fic abt them or smth #sobs i just want vampy genshin lovers is that too much to ask for 😔#also was not originally going in tags but i need to shove this au down everyones throats

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cupid-styles · 6 months

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OMGOMGOMG OK SO I LOVE ALL OF THEM BUT ESPECIALLY 1,5,7,11,13 IDC WHICH ONE U PICK OR ALL OF THEM IK THEYD BE SO CUTE OR HORNY OR FLUFFY IDEK BUT IF U WRITE THOSE THATD BE FUN:D

these are all soooooo good but ive settled on #11 (this is also in the aren't you hungry universe w vampy h and human yn !)

content warnings: just vampire stuff and blood lol

"You want me to turn you? Nothing better to do in life than staying out of the sun all day?"

Y/N shrugs her shoulders before lifting her iced pumpkin cinnamon latte, tucking the straw between her lips and taking a sip.

"What else am I doing with my life? If we're, like, bonded or whatever the hell you said, why not?"

Harry rolls his eyes. In all of his years — both alive and dead — he never would have anticipated this stupid little human would be so cavalier about his true form.

"Well, first of all, you need to finish school and get your degree," he replies, ignoring the temptation to knock the drink out of her hand just because he can, "Secondly, you don't want to exist like this. I know you think it's not a big deal, but it is."

She sighs as she stretches her legs out, placing her feet in his lap.

"I'm getting an English degree, Harry. What am I gonna do with that?"

"You're being awfully bratty today," he says, giving her calf a small pinch. She yelps and he smirks. "Even if I hypothetically decided to turn you, you would still need to be part of society. Haven't you read Twilight?"

"You have?" she asks through disbelief, "I would assume you would stay far away from silly little vampire lore."

"For your information, silly little vampire lore is how I keep myself entertained. Besides you, anyway."

Y/N huffs and sits up on her knees. She crawls over to him and wraps her thighs around his waist. He pretends to be annoyed by her adoration of physical touch, but in reality, he quite enjoys it. It's been years since he felt anything real and he doesn't hate that she ended up being the object of his affection.

"What about when I graduate? Would you turn me then?"

Harry shrugs. "Maybe."

She sighs. "You're a very hard person to read, you know."

"I do," he smiles, brushing a piece of her hair out of her face, "Now, did you drink enough water today? Eat all your meals?"

She nods.

"Good, I'm hungry and you smell especially mouth-watering today," he murmurs, nosing at her jaw, "Can I have a taste?"

Pressing her lips together to avoid the gasp threatening to break free, she nods eagerly. He smirks against her when he hears her heart begin to speed up.

"Always," she breathes, leaning her head back to give him better access to her neck, "Always."

#writing #thank u for sending hehe this was fun!#vampy h #harry styles #harry styles blurb

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lucky-clover-gazette · 7 months

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Never Kill a Boy on the First Date

2.5K-word Buffy AU Vidow One-Shot, written for @fsfrightfight

“I’m sorry I haven’t brought it up sooner,” Shadow says, insecure in a way Vio rarely sees him. “I thought you, uh, didn’t like me anymore. Since I’m all vampy now.”

Vio’s jaw drops.

“You thought I would like you LESS because you’re a vampire?”

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It’s Vio’s night to patrol the cemetery, fair and square.

Yes, it had been insulting when the others gave him Friday night because they knew he’d have no plans. But it’s not like they’d been wrong—he would have ended up reading no matter what. He might as well do it here, alone, propped up against a headstone and tapping a pencil steadily against the ground.

Someone seems to have missed the memo on the ‘alone’ part, though.

“Viiiiii.”

“Oh my god, what?”

Vio’s head swivels to see a familiar figure lounging theatrically against a headstone. Shadow grins, clearly pleased to have his undivided attention.

“Hi, Vio,” Shadow greets with a lazy wave.

Vio blinks slowly, his eyes adjusting to the distant darkness. “Hi, Shadow.”

“What are you doing out here at this time of night, handsome?”

Vio absolutely does not blush. Not perceptibly, at least, in the semi-light-polluted suburban darkness.

“Annotating,” he says, raising his pencil. “And hunting vampires.”

“At least the second part is cool,” says Shadow. “Seen any yet?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

The vampire gasps in fake-offense as Vio removes another heavy tome from his purple backpack. Shadow eyes it curiously, joining Vio where he sits.

“Ancient texts?” Shadow asks, eyes narrowed in the dark. Vio switches his book light from the novel he’s been marking up for fun to the ‘ancient text’ in question.

“Not quite,” he says with a smirk, revealing the cover to Shadow. “The Once and Future King, chapters fourteen through eighteen.”

Shadow’s nose wrinkles. “Oh, fuck that.”

“If you’re going to loiter here, I might as well help you pass AP Lit.”

“I’m doing just fine on my own, Vio,” Shadow says, rolling his eyes. “I have, like, an 84 overall. That’s almost a B+.”

“You never do the readings.”

“Yet I manage to get good grades anyway. ‘Cuz I’m a fucking genius.”

“You don’t even use SparkNotes!”

“SparkNotes are for cowards. I raw-dog my essays like god intended.”

Vio pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. “If I read it out loud,” he groans, “will you listen?”

Shadow immediately pulls out his earbuds, but Vio rips them away. “These are so tangled,” he observes, already working through the knots with nimble fingers. “You’re going to, like, electrocute yourself.”

“Y’know, I think you’re pretty electrocute yourself.”

Vio scowls. Shadow plops down next to him.

“I won’t listen,” he says, oh-so-casually leaning against Vio, “but you can still read.”

Vio nods and begins. And while his mouth says the words on the page, his mind quickly wanders, not not distracted by the feeling of Shadow’s body beside his own.

Did Shadow just call him cute? And handsome? It’s not unusual behavior per se, but it’s still baffling as hell. Shadow can’t possibly want him, not after all the misfortune Vio’s mere existence has brought him.

It had all just happened so fast: their first kiss after the fall formal, the surprise vampire attack, Shadow taking a bite to save Vio, and Vio using his connections as Slayer to leave his newly-undead friend(?)’s soul intact. They’d stepped away from the dance for less thann ten minutes, and as a result Shadow’s life had been changed forever.

They still haven’t really discussed it, beyond the necessary information about Shadow’s new form. As a vampire with a soul, he gets along just fine with the other slayers and the Watcher they all share. He’s a willing ally to their team whenever the Hellmouth sends a monster of the week their way. He’s confided in Vio about the highs and lows of his new existence, and Vio has supported him unflinchingly the entire time.

But there is no way Shadow still has any intimate interest in Vio, beyond the powerful Slayer’s blood he willingly supplies. And while Shadow only drinks from Vio (“You got him turned,” Blue had said, “so it’s your responsibility to keep him alive.”), they have no such bitey plans tonight.

But despite his huffiness, despite the impossibility of the dynamic they’d shared before, Vio is glad that Shadow came to keep him company. Things are calm, things are good, there’s a routine in place and everyone’s on the same page. Vio could almost call it settled completely.

But they still haven’t addressed that goddamn kiss.

“We can talk about it,” Shadow offers, and Vio’s heart stops.

“I—what?”

Shadow’s amused smile speaks for itself.

“Oh my god,” Vio says, placing the book on the ground. “I didn’t.”

He puts his head in his hands. What kind of absolute moron confuses the words he’s reading with the words he’s saying? That’s the kind of bullshit that happens on TV, and he cringes at it every time!

“Hey, no, listen,” Shadow says, losing his previous smugness. He gently grabs Vio’s wrists and lowers them back down to his lap. “Vio, look at me.”

He does. Shadow’s eyes have the same unnatural glow present with every vampire he slays, which for the record is a lot of vampires.

“I’m sorry I haven’t brought it up sooner,” Shadow says, insecure in a way Vio rarely sees him. “I thought you, uh, didn’t like me anymore. Since I’m all vampy now.”

Vio’s jaw drops.

“You thought I would like you less because you’re a vampire?”

Shadow throws up both hands, annoyed but relieved. “Forgive me for assuming that you, Vio the Vampire Slayer, would perhaps have some reservations about kissing a vampire.”

“Shadow, roughly sixty percent of my self-indulgent fantasies involve a handsome vampire kissing me.”

“Really?” Shadow asks, perking up. “Any vampire in particular?”

Vio blushes, rubbing the back of his neck. “Only one in recent history,” he admits. “Ever since you turned, that is.”

Shadow appears to be thinking something through. “Holy shit,” he finally says, a grin spreading onto his face. “You must have been so psyched when I turned into a vamp.”

“Of course not, that would be awful!”

“Oh, come on,” Shadow teases, poking Vio’s arm, “I know your main priority was saving my soul or whatever, but there had to be some part of you that was also just like, ‘hell fucking yeah, vampire boyfriend.’”

Vio shakes his head, stopping their banter in its tracks. “I shouldn’t have been out there with you in the first place,” he says. “Even just outside the gym, I should have expected to attract monsters. Meanwhile, you had no idea about the Slayer stuff or the Hellmouth or vampires even existing at all, and I put you directly in harm’s way. There’s a reason the others don’t date, Shadow, it’s dangerous to be close to a Slayer.”

“Vio, no,” Shadow replies, his voice suddenly gentle. “I don’t blame you for what happened. At all.”

“You should,” mutters Vio, folding in on himself. He brings his knees up to his chest and hugs them, his back pressing uncomfortably against the headstone.

“I also don’t think you take pleasure in my misfortune,” Shadow adds. He lightens his tone slightly, cautiously, and eyes Vio to see if it’s the right move. “Honestly, you’re probably worse off than I am.”

“How so?” Vio asks, trading self-loathing for reluctant curiosity.

“Uh, you’re a vampire Slayer dating a vampire,” says Shadow. “I’m just some guy with fangs.”

Vio raises an eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware we were dating.”

“Everyone else is.”

“No they’re not!”

“What the hell else would they assume, when we excuse ourselves to a dark corner of the library at least three times a week?”

“We do that so you can suck my blood!” Vio exclaims, “Not so we can—”

Shadow scoffs. “Oh yes, because me nearly sucking you dry to sustain my lifeforce is the less weird option of the two.” He makes a face and lifts a finger. “Don’t say it, I know that came out wrong.”

Despite himself, Vio smiles. Relaxes. Leans closer. “Well, if we are dating,” he says, intertwining Shadow’s fingers with his own, “is this, right now, a date?”

Shadow looks at their hands and then back at Vio. “If you want it to be.”

Of course Vio wants. He’s always wanted, why else would he have taken Shadow outside the dance in the first place?

With the softest tone he can muster, he begins to speak. “Shadow, I—”

A monster roars, and it’s not Vio’s boyfriend.

He jumps to his feet and assumes a fighting stance, his Slayer senses kicking in immediately. Swiveling his head, Vio sees a very unfriendly vampire headed straight in their direction, newly risen from a nearby grave.

How the fuck hadn’t he noticed sooner? He’s supposed to sense when there are vampires around!

“Not again,” groans Shadow, cowering behind Vio like the human he so recently used to be. But Shadow isn’t human, he’s a vampire with a soul, whose presence must have masked the appearance of the true enemy.

They were going to have to figure that out in the future, if patrol dates become a normal thing.

But Vio shouldn’t get ahead of himself.

“I was busy,” he growls, kicking the vampire square in the chest. The vamp looks to be in his mid-forties, still all dolled up in his funeral suit. Very much soulless, with a fucked-up transformed face and absolutely nothing to lose.

Vio’s supernatural strength sends his opponent backwards, his back slamming against a particularly tall headstone. Vio reaches inside his jacket pocket while the vampire recovers, horrified to realize that he left his favorite stake at home.

“Shit,” he mutters, using a precious second to glance behind his back. Shadow half-hides behind a gravestone, clearly experiencing some kind of flashback to the last fight he experienced. Vio wants so badly to comfort his friend—but then again, there would probably be nothing more comforting in this moment than Vio kicking ass.

Without a stake or a stake-adjacent object, though, Vio’s options for vamp obliteration are limited. Beheading seems unlikely. Sunrise is hours away. He’ll definitely get arrested if he tries to set a fire. And while he does have supernatural proficiency with hand-to-hand combat, so do the vampires he fights—plus they’re speedy, too.

Capitalizing on Vio’s hesitation, the vamp clasps cold hands around his neck. He’s so strong, and squeezing with such force, that he’s able to fully lift the teenager’s body off the ground.

Placed in such a predicament without his trusty stake, Vio feels a combination of fear, panic, and embarrassment. Green, Red, and Blue would never make such a stupid mistake.

Mistake… missed stake.

Vio would laugh, if he could breathe.

“Hey, asshole!” a familiar voice shouts. “Get your dead hands off my boyfriend!”

Vio opens eyes he hadn’t even noticed himself closing. Is that… a cord around the vampire’s neck?

Shadow yanks backwards by both earbuds, releasing Vio from the vampire’s grasp. Shadow himself seems surprised by the strength he now possesses, on par with both his ally and opponent. He wears the gruesome face of a fully-transformed vampire, and while Vio rather likes Shadow’s normal face, he’s glad to see a monster now.

Of course, Vio thinks, his eyes full of wonder. Last time, it had been a human and a Slayer against one nasty vampire. This time there are two nasty vampires, one of whom Vio has apparently been dating for the past several months. At the risk of overconfidence, Vio much prefers these odds.

Snap! The cord quickly loses its effectiveness, breaking in half against the vampire’s neck. Still, the diversion has given Vio enough time to retrieve the most stake-like resource available.

He lifts the pointed object and locks onto the vampire, who now wrestles with Shadow against a headstone. One particularly brutal knock of Shadow’s head against the stone humbles the teenage vampire, and the resulting whiplash allows his opponent to swipe a claw across his face.

Shadow cries out in pain, losing his hold on the enemy. This time, Vio is ready.

“Get lead poisoning, idiot,” he quips, and then plunges his #2 pencil into the vampire’s heart. The monster turns to dust, suit and all.

“Fuuuuuuck,” groans Shadow, still bracing himself against a tombstone. Vio frowns and runs to his side, cupping his soft humanlike face. There’s still a cut, but it should heal just fine, especially since he was transformed when he took the hit.

“Are you all right?” Vio asks anyway, searching Shadow’s eyes. “You didn’t have to—”

Shadow just smiles. “Yeah, but I wanted to. I’m not just some lame-ass human anymore, I can hold my own.”

He’d tried to protect Vio the last time, too. The irony of that still stings—a completely average person, risking his life in defense of someone Chosen to smite evil. Vio still feels guilty about Shadow’s misfortune, but at least now they’re on even footing.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Shadow continues, taking both of Vio’s hands. He looks concerned too, and Vio realizes that Shadow is still not quite used to the sight of him in moral peril. He’s not sure how to explain to Shadow that to him, Red, Blue, Green, and Zelda, mortal peril is just another Tuesday.

Vio squeezes Shadow’s hands. “I’m okay, I promise. I know that must have been scary to see.”

“Yeah, a little bit. You were, like, off the ground.”

“I get into tight spots pretty often,” Vio admits, “especially while patrolling. I understand if you’d prefer to keep our dates out of the cemetery in the future.”

Shadow shakes his head. “Nah, I’m no coward. And besides, I’d feel better knowing that someone has your back.”

“I… am not opposed to your company,” Vio mutters, and Shadow takes it for the grand declaration it is.

“Besides,” Shadow says, sitting back down against their original headstone of choice, “we definitely need to workshop your punning.”

“What’s wrong with lead poisoning?” Vio demands, offended.

“Pencils haven’t had lead in them since, like, 18-whatever-the-fuck.”

Vio allows Shadow to drag him to the ground. They settle against each other, just as they’d been before—but somehow, everything feels a little bit different. “Well,” Vio asks, “what else could I have said?”

He knows Shadow is pleased to have a say, even if he’s acting nonchalant. “I dunno. You could have killed him with the book and told him to read it and weep.”

Vio rolls his eyes. “I can’t stab anyone with a book, Shadow.”

“Not with that attitude, you can’t!”

Oh my god, Vio thinks, he is so annoying. So annoying, and so persistent, and so, so, so perfect.

“Hey Shadow… can we kiss again?”

Shadow grins, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Vio is admittedly psyched as their lips finally meet.

Hell fucking yeah, vampire boyfriend.

#fsff23 #four swords #four swords manga #vio link #shadow link #vidow #my writing #there's so much cringe teenage dialogue in this #also this is the last vampy thing i'm writing for a while i'm getting bite burnout (affectionate)#fs

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honimello · 6 months

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“The Phantom of the Opera is there… inside my mind.”

#im actually loving this!!! i hope you guys will like it too #i can’t wait to start writing this idea #i just got so anxious to draw it i had to lol #i wasn’t sure what to do for the unmasked part of his face but i settled on a scar/skull like visage #i’m definitely going to take some liberties with the story obvi #i’m really wanting to do something vampy and theatrical #i also think i’m gonna get rid of raoul pffffttt i can’t think of someone to play him so he’s getting booted sorry lol #the band ghost #my art #papa emeritus iii #the band ghost au

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abysswalkersknight · 7 months

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Horrortober (twst) Day 4: Needle

FREEDOM!!! My limbs are on fire and I nearly ate dirt in a very weird way but I live! But I got good scores and have finished a small drabble as compensation, honestly though I forgot what happened at the start and am too tired to redo it right now so see if you enjoy it.

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One night Silver slept curled into a tight ball, knees pulled up to his chest as tight as they could go and arms wrapped over his head, clutching his pillow and pressing it hard against his ears. There was a tugging inside his head, as if a hook had been wedged deep into his brain. There was an itchy buzz reverberating throughout his body as if there was an old throaty engine rumbling right next to him. His teeth gritted in agony, Silver desperately wanted his father, the tugging was so horrible it couldn't be ignored, he wanted to bury his head in father's arms in the hopes that it would chase the pull away, unfortunately father was not here, ith Silver being the ripe age of twelve, it was declared that he was old enough to be left at home alone. So alternatively he'd bury his own head in the ground deep enough so that nothing can reach him. Silver squeezed his eyes shut and settled for burrowing under the blankets.

The tugging always pulled in the same direction. Right, straight, then left. Towards what Silver believed was the guest room. He gave up on trying to sleep, the tugging was too persistent, so he silently slipped out of bed, bare feet planted on the cold floor and quietly padded out of his room. The pull was leading him through the dark hallway, to where? he couldn't tell, only that it was as if he was following an invisible thread.

A woman’s shadow dances along the wall, where no shadow should be. Other than Silver the hall was cold and empty, the shadow gracefully spun as if dancing to her own waltz, one wispy hand elegantly held some of its skirt up as it twirled around the edge of the wall, and then disappeared at the corner. Shivers ran down Silver’s spine, not from fear, he realised, but of a warm elation. Deep down Silver found that he wanted to dance as well, to spin and glide across the wooden floor, his legs even delicately swaying to a rhythm only they could hear. The pull began to ardently tug Silver in the same direction the shadow went, straight, left, then right. He followed the shadow to the door of the guest room where it had slipped under the crack, the thread led into the room and he felt the need to open it, to find whatever was inside. If he wasn’t in some sort of dreamy state he would have wondered why anything would be in there in the first place as it was only used by Malleus who only slept in the bed for a few hours before leaving in the morning. Automatically his hand reached up to grasp the doorknob.

‘Silver? What are you doing out here?’

A deep voice rumbles, breaking Silver out of his trance.

If it were anyone else they would scream at the sight of the dragon prince towering over them, green eyes burning with concerned curiosity, Silver instead tilted his head confusingly ‘it’s rather late for you to be up and about isn’t it?’ he says, a delicate hand reaching out to caress Silver’s head, gently scratching his scalp in a successful attempt to wake him more. Silver closed his eyes contently, then turned back to the door ‘something’s in there’ he says, pointing at it, Malleus hummed ‘yes, it is a guest room, though I cannot see how that would be important right now.’ Despite saying this he allowed Silver to wrestle open the old knob, the door swung open with a loud creeeeaak, revealing a largely empty room eerily lit by the starling light of the full moon gazing through the window. Upon the bed was a strange staff Silver had only seen within the dark and mysterious confines of the castle. Or more specifically, in Malleus’s hand.

That dreamy like haze took over, and Silver felt the tug once more, beckoning him toward the spindle on the staff, toward the brightly glowing needle. ‘Silver, what are you doing?’ there was an odd tone lacing the prince’s voice, one Silver would later recognise as worry. He ignored him in favour of the spindle, feeling compelled to hold out his finger to touch that glimmering needle. It could have been his imagination but the spindle’s wheel looked to be spinning rapidly, not unlike the blades of a fan Sebek’s father had shown them, a woman’s hand seemed to overlap his, hovering over that green, glistening, needle…

A hand quickly clasps over his, pulling it far away from the staff ‘it would be unwise to touch that’ Malleus murmurs in his ear holding him by the shoulders and tries nudging him out of the room and away from the staff. He frowns when Silver’s legs refuse to function ‘Silver? Come along’ the boy’s head suddenly lolls forward indicating a sudden sleep spell. Malleus sighs, tips him to the side, and scoops up Silver like he had when the boy was younger and carries him back to his room. Malleus chuckles as Siver nuzzles into his neck, seeking respite from the cool night air. Once they made it to Silver’s room, he was laid down on the bed as Malleus drew the covers over, tucking him in. He then sat on the edge, absently stroking soft silver locks, how peculiar, the prince thought watching as moonbeams illuminated the fae blessed hair, it is far too early for the blessing of eternal dreams for you dear child.

#knight's writing #silver twst #malleus draconia #twst #horrortober #hopefully I can get more done soon #I've still got some vampy Silver and Lilia art to finish as well #I've never be so into vampy stuff and never thought I would but here we are with no regrets

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