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masked-alien-lesbian · 2 months

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Vampire Verity Feeding from Aislinn for the 1st Time

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Aislinn Tanaka x vampire OC (Verity Wright)

Aislinn's hands trembled as she rushed to grab her purse. All she wanted to do was get back to Verity. After staring down the barrel of a gun and into the cold eyes of a killer, she just wanted to feel safe, and ironically it was a vampire that was the only one who made her feel safe.

She paused when she saw Verity's office light was off but relaxed when she saw them standing in front of their window. Dropping her things in a chair she walked up to Verity and wrapped her arms around the vampire. It felt as if she was hugging a boulder, Verity was so tense. Then she noticed they were glaring out the window, their eyes glowing blood red.

"Verity?"

"It's taking all my willpower to keep from tracking that-that man down right now. But if I do, he won't be in one piece when I'm done with him." Verity growled.

"It's okay, we'll figure something out, we may have lost Aliana's phone-"

"I don't give a damn about that phone Ash! Or about this god forsaken case anymore! I just..." Verity very carefully laid their forehead against the glass window in frustration. Aislinn comes around in between Verity and the window and is quickly pinned up against it. The look in Verity's eyes isn't anger anymore but desperate hopeless fear.

"Seeing that gun man standing over you...I've never felt so out of control. I've never felt such rage before" Verity's face twisted into something more inhuman at the memory but quickly softened at Aislinn's gentle touch. "I can't lose you. It would tear me apart, Aislinn." Verity says burying their face into Aislinn's chest right over her heart.

"Oh Verity. I'm okay. I'm safe. You kept me safe."

"Always." Verity's reply is muffled in Aislinn's chest but firm. Aislinn drags Verity's face up to lock their lips together and the kiss quickly turns hungry.

Aislinn pulls back just enough to frantically say, "I want to be with you, please, I need you Verity." Dragging a tortured moan from the vampire.

"I'm sorry, I need to feed, I don't trust myself right now."

"Then feed from me." Aislinn says, taking her white sash off, exposing her throat.

"Aislinn...you don't have to-"

"I want you to, Verity. I want to give you everything you need. Whatever you want, is yours." A thrill runs up her spine at Verity's whimper but a gasp escapes her own lips when Verity suddenly rips her suit jacket down her arms, tears her white shirt into shreds and hoists her up in their arms.

Verity's hair tickles Aislinn's neck and she throws her head back when they trail kisses up and down the column of her throat.

"I won't hurt you...I'll never hurt you, Aislinn." Verity softly says.

"I know baby, I know." Aislinn says her jaw dropping in a silent gasp, her eyes rolling back slightly as Verity sinks their fangs into her neck. Euphoria races through Aislinn's body as Verity groans at her taste and Aislinn knew she was in for a long but beautiful night.

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moominofthevalley · 6 months

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Marguerite’s Halloween Bacchanalia, Part I

On Halloween Night, Trystan and Emily are invited to a spooky party.

Characters: Trystan x Emily Rose

WC: 2.3k

R: Teen | Spoilers for Book 2, Chapter 15.

A/N: I found this spoooooky prompt from @youneedsomeprompts. Fair warning: A LOT of stuff is gonna go down in both parts 😉

“Emily, you look absolutely breathtaking.”

Trystan marveled at his partner, admiring every inch of her body. The purple gown was perfect on her, the fine fabric curving about her form gorgeously. Starry dots of white were speckled all across the gown. The metallic corset wrapped around her chest, the tiny lace details complimenting the surly detective. Emily, however, found the dress to be a bit too...galactic.

“Ugh. Why is this lace so itchy?”

“Beauty is pain, Emily. And you wear it so well.”

“Stop enjoying this.”

“Apologizes, but I plan to enjoy looking at you in that pretty little getup every bit as much as I’ll enjoy pulling it off you,” Emily rolled her eyes, “Besides, I know how much you love watching Blades with me! You smile every time Imtura comes on screen!”

“The things I do for you,” Emily said dryly, her lips curling into an exaggerated pout. Trystan smirked, his hands resting on her waist.

Emily didn’t have the heart to tell Trystan that she never truly enjoyed watching Blades of Light and Shadow — after all, she much preferred horror and mystery. The only reason she sat with him on the couch every Friday afternoon was so she could see the childlike excitement spread across his face.

“Well, that’s because she’s fucking amazing,” Emily grinned, “she’s fucking strong! She could crush both of us if she wanted to.”

Trystan chuckled, making a point to pose dramatically in his costume. He wore a black and gold suit, intricate details of gold lining all around his outfit. The neckline revealed a small tuft of hair on his chest. Emily’s heart danced at the sight.

“Hm, now turn around. I need to zip you up,” Trystan ordered, his eyes now facing Emily's back.

“Where’d you get these costumes, anyway?”

“They’re straight from the set! I’m friends with the director, you know.”

“Perks of dating a rich idiot,” She teased, still grinning.

Trystan shook his head, smiling. Emily’s cheeks bloomed a light pink as the warmth of Trystan’s breath tickled her neck. Pressing a quick kiss on her shoulder, Trystan grabbed the zipper from the bottom of the gown and pulled it up.

“Much better,” he said, turning her around. “The party’s going to be at Marguerite’s estate in Staten Island.”

“She’s back from Drakovia?”

“Oh, yes. She’ll be in New York for a few months. She��s planning her first fashion show since...” Trystan trailed off, the memories of the last few months creeping up on him. Emily glanced at him with sorrow. A flickering memory coursed through her. Vasili’s dagger, the deafening crunch as it entered his chest; and his last words all ran through her head.

“Is Marguerite going to be okay tonight?”

“I hope so,” Trystan uttered, “but Mags is strong. I believe in her.”

They both nodded. Trystan urged a weak smile, his hands curling around Emily’s.

“Now then...are you ready to go?”

* * * *

Autumn leaves trickled down the driveway of Marguerite’s manor. A flurry of crisp colors hurried down, rain droplets staining the windows. Vines crawled up and down the extravagant walls, alongside a bunch of window boxes that were filled to the brim with colorful flowers. Orange, pink, a crisp bright red.

Emily and Trystan stood beside each other, their eyes greeting the rest of the crew. They first spotted Luke and Ruby, smiling at their Chucky and Tiffany costumes. Faux bloody stitches speckled across Luke’s face, and Ruby dawned black lipstick.

“Oh my God,” Luke gawked, staring at Emily and Trystan, “you’re Raine and Mal! But like, in their masquerade outfits!”

“Yes, we are!” Trystan beamed excitedly, pulling Emily closer to him. “And you...actually like Chucky?”

Luke squirmed a little, his face slightly red. “She likes Chucky! I do not like horror movies at all.” Ruby smiled, pressing a kiss on his cheek. “Especially ones with evil, demonic little dolls!”

“Well, you two look amazing!” Trystan said, everyone turning to Tommy. Emily’s eyes widened, baffled at the sight of her uncle in cowboy attire.

“Howdy kiddo! You look like a million bucks.”

“You’re a...cowboy?” Emily asked, watching as Tommy politely tipped his cowboy hat.

“Damn straight! I’m Quincey Morris from Dracula! You know how much I love vampires.”

Malfada laughed, patting his shoulder. Her wife followed from behind, dressed in a sparkly white flapper gown. Malfada smiled at everyone, her black top hat glistening in the night.

“It’s so nice to see you two again,” Theresa smiled, pulling Trystan and Emily into a hug. “It’s been so long, you guys should come over for dinner again sometime soon!”

“Absolutely,” Emily said, “and who are you two supposed to be?”

“Marlene Dietrich and the woman she kissed in ‘Morocco!’” Theresa said, “One of the first few lesbian kisses in Hollywood. I just had to beg Malfada to dress up with me for the party.”

The grand door swung open, and a familiar face greeted them. Standing tall and bold, Marguerite Thorne waved at her friends and family. Her blue ball gown sparkled under the moonlight.

“Happy Halloween!” She cheered, a warm smile on her lips.

With everyone stepping inside, they all gawked at the well-decorated manor before them. From above, a giant crystal chandelier lit up the room, lighting up the faces of every guest. A large table with pastries — including Trystan’s beloved belladi — was set up across the entrance. Crowds of socialites were stocked across the ballroom, all sharing different tales about themselves.

“Oh my God!" Ruby said, her arms intertwining with Luke’s. “This looks absolutely beautiful. Thank you for inviting us!”

“Of course,” Marguerite said, “Now go on! You all should go mingle! There’s lots of food and desserts for the night, so go ahead!”

Taking hold of Emily’s hand, Trystan led her towards the bar. Grabbing two glasses of champagne, the couple sat down.

“You know, we Drakovians take Halloween very seriously,” Trystan said, taking a sip. Cocking an eyebrow, Emily smirked.

“Oh, yeah? Any superstitions I should know about?”

“There are so many. For one, you must always wear a costume at night to ward off evil spirits. Tsktsktsk, let’s see...” Trystan swirled his drink, contemplating, “Always carry at least four daggers on you. And of course, there are always lots of poisonings on nights like these, but seeing as the only Thornes in here are me and Mags...it’s unlikely.”

“Hey! Last time I checked, Marguerite wasn’t wearing a costume,” Emily sniped, crossing her arms.

“Did you not see her? She’s Cinderella!”

“Oh, come on! She’s just wearing a blue dress!”

“Not just a blue dress, it’s an exact replica of the one from the movie! You, my dear, need to catch up on your Disney knowledge.”

Hearing a gasp from behind, the two of them turned around. A little stunned, Emily’s heart fluttered as the doe eyes of a woman met hers. The woman’s dark hair was braided and tied with two pink ribbons. Emily examined her cerulean dress with a white collar, immediately knowing her costume.

“Trystan Thorne! It’s been so long.”

“Aislinn! It’s good to see you!”

Trystan wrapped his arms around her, forming a hug. Pulling away, he faced his partner.

“Emily, this is Aislinn Tanaka! One of New York’s finest lawyers,” Shaking her hand, Emily shivered as their fingers touched.

“It’s so nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too! I heard about both of you in the news, actually. You took down the Heartache Killer, right?”

“Yeah, we did!” Emily and Trystan looked at each other, every confession Eleanor told them still in their heads.

“How do you two know each other?”

“Do you remember when I told you I wanted to set up that victim defense fund? After we got arrested?”

“You two got arrested?” Aislinn asked, her eyes widening.

“Ah, yes, arrested. We tried to join a sex cult but-”

“Hey!” Emily raised her voice, “It was for an undercover mission! We called the police on the cult, but Morris and Holbeck have always had it out for me, and so they fucking arrested us.”

Aislinn blinked at them, clearly leaving her with more questions than answers.

“Anyway — I discovered Aislinn and we tried setting it up, but then Drakovia happened.” Trystan sighed, his eyes heavy as he thought of the past few months. “Well, now that I’m back in New York for good, maybe we can start things up again.”

“Definitely. I still work at Ricci & Associates, so call us whenever you’re ready.”

“How is Gabe, by the way?” Trystan asked, his hands resting on Emily’s.

“Very busy, as usual. He and Quinn couldn’t make it tonight.”

“Well, tell them both I’ll be in touch! I really do want to set it up.”

Emily sat quietly, drinking the rest of her champagne. It was no secret she never really cared for small talk with strangers — even if the small talk was with very pretty lawyers. Still, all she thought about was Aislinn’s costume. A smile crept up on her, reminded of all the times she and her father spent hours watching Ghibli movies together.

“You’re dressed up as Sophie, right? From Howl’s Moving Castle?” The freckles on Aislinn’s nose crinkled, a grin spreading across her lips.

“Yes! It’s one of my favorites.” Aislinn said, her cheeks flushing a dull pink.

“I love that movie,” Emily replied, “I grew up watching Ghibli. Princess Mononoke is my favorite.”

“You guys should meet some of my other friends! They’re all chatting by the chocolate fountain,” Aislinn offered. Emily shook her head, her hands gripping her empty wine glass.

“You two go ahead,” Emily said. “I wanna get a refill first, and then I'll join you guys.”

“Sounds good,” Trystan said, pecking her forehead. Emily smiled as he and Aislinn walked off, the backs of their heads disappearing into a crowd of people. Turning to the bartender, she raised a finger.

“Horse Creek on the rocks,” she ordered. The bartender nodded, handing her another glass. Emily took a brief sniff, wincing as she prepared to take a sip of literal paint thinner. She smiled bitterly, recalling all the times she and Tommy took a shot of this atrocious drink in memory of her father.

Emily sighed as she tapped on the now-empty glass. She debated on where she could go after this — she was simply not in the mood to mingle with some rich big-wigs. She settled on finding Malfada and Uncle Tommy. Leaving the bar, Emily walked across the grand room, pushing past the bunches of guests.

Out of the corner of her eye, a figure in scarlet jumped out at her. Turning around, a familiar red-haired face cast out a devilish grin.

“Emily Rose, my darling! I thought I saw you drinking alone at the bar!”

The detective’s eyes widened as Olivia Nevrakis stretched out her arms into a hug. Pulling away, her mouth gaped. Emily examined Olivia’s eyes, displaying a hint of something beneath. Her warm and saccharine voice shook her, and it brought her back to the past few times she met her.

“Wonderful to see you, love!” Emily chirped, her cheeks turning warm, “I should’ve known you’d scope me out.”

“Well, I do have eyes everywhere.” Olivia winked, her eyes not daring to leave Emily’s.

“What are you doing here?”

“Marguerite invited me, of course. I figured it’d be the perfect time to...catch up.” Olivia sighed. “Now then, would you like to get some ‘fresh air,’ Detective?”

Emily stared at the woman in front of her. A dare played in Olivia’s eyes. It was clear she wasn’t just here to socialize. There was something to be said. Something to be told. Emily nodded as she followed Olivia into a nearby private balcony.

The detective and the noble stared up at the New York sky. Smog and little hints of stars sparkled across the night, the crescent moon standing tall. Ignoring the muted sounds of chatter from inside, Olivia turned to Emily.

“I know what happened in Drakovia.”

Emily winced. Everything that she and Trystan faced in those few months felt like a fever dream. No, not a dream — everything she witnessed in Drakovia turned into a nightmare. Vasili was a ghost constantly lurking, waiting to attack and torment her. Her hands began to tremble. Every now and then, she’d realize that those very hands were the same that killed Vasili. Worse yet, Trystan’s hands as well — and that very thought ruined her. She was the one who decided Vasili’s fate, and although Trystan shared the burden with her; Emily owned a whole layer of guilt and shame that she’d have to carry on for the rest of her life. Could she ever admit to him the culpability she struggled with? Trystan Thorne was no killer, and yet she made him one.

“I killed him,” Emily mumbled, her voice weak. Olivia set a hand on her shoulder. “Trys and I haven’t really…talked about it. But I know it fucked him up, too.”

Olivia nodded, rubbing her back. “I’m…sorry, Emily.” Her brows furrowed, “But Vasili was dangerous. You know that. He would’ve killed you and Trystan.”

Emily wiped away her tears. A lump swelled up in her throat. She swore a ghost was sitting on her shoulders, the weight and tension from her body unbearable.

“No,” she murmured, “we could’ve fucking…thrown him in jail. Did he deserve to die? To be killed by his own fucking dagger?”

“Yes,” Olivia snarled, “all that and more. I’m sorry you two had to go through that, but it absolutely had to be done.”

Emily looked at her, her body weak. She nodded, a solemn glare in her eyes.

“What are you here for? Really.”

“Niko Borodin is dead.”

* * * * A/N: Happy Halloween Eve! Part 2 will be released TOMORROW at 10 AM PST! See you all then!

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