May I request headcannons with yandere Mika and yandere Yu (Seraph of The End) with a very dense but innocent and sweet reader?

Yay! More Seraph of the End content!

Yandere Mika and Yu x Innocent but dense GN!Reader Headcanons 

Warnings: It’s been a while since I’ve done yandere content but things are gonna be dark here (somewhat). If this content makes you uncomfy, then PLEASE skip

Rating: SFW

To start off, the three of you knew each other while in the orphanage. 

The three of you were very close even when the vampires invaded and took over. 

You were able to escape with Yu while Mika was “dead” 

Years later, you and Yu found Mika while on the field. 

Sure it was a happy moment, for you

But for them, it was a moment of possession. 

Now this could go two ways (I’m gonna let you guys decide which one you like better. Maybe I could write a fic on that if you would like) 

Either both of them want you or only one of them wants you to themselves and will fight each other to the death. 

Of course you wouldn’t notice the way they would act cause of how dense and innocent you were. 

Now since Mika is a vampire, he is willing to say goodbye to his humanity if he could get a taste of your blood. 

In the end, you’re stuck with two yandere boys who have no idea what to do. Good luck honey 

Yandere Mikaela Hyakuya x Male Reader

Yandere Mikaela Hyakuya

Mikaela would be an overprotective and delusional yandere.

He doesn't really like humans.

The only way to make her a yandere is to remind someone of her childhood family.

The reaction would be stronger if you Remind Yuichiro.

(I don't know about you but I'll simp them a bit.)

But Mikaela wouldn’t want vampires to hurt you or humans to exploit you.

He would probably isolate you quickly.

If you remind her of a childhood friend other than Yuu, Mikaela may be lying to himself.

He just wants to believe that maybe they didn't die.

And you better play along.

Mikaela would be really clingy too.

Lots of hugs.

If you remind Yuu he would be even more clingy.

Mikaela never wants to lose loved ones again.

He would also be paranoid.

He's always afraid someone will take you away.

Now if he could get Yuu to safety too.

Then his life would be perfect.

• Series: Owari no Seraph/ Seraph of the end

• Pairing: Ferid Bathory x female!original character

• Short mentions: nsfw, nudity, describing of intercourse; " Dunia " is the nickname for Avdotia, my character. It appears in both ways in writing.

• Author's words:

This is a sketch scribbled down on paper somewhere in the middle of the night. It captures a scene I penciled in my mind, a fragment of a moment of love between Ferid and my original character, Avdotia. I feel like it is simpler, but alive to what I felt when I wrote it.

What is the message of this moment? That freedom exists in love, even if everything around is broken.

By the way, this is also posted for that anon who asked me for NSFW content with Ferid and encouraged me to post new erotica about him as well. Thank you for your support!

I hope someone enjoys this.

Otherwise, it is my first work written in English after a long time. I still have many writings, erotic or just narrative, but in my native language. If I notice interesting people, I will write more in English and publish them.

Kind feedback is welcome and I am not kidding, it really feeds a writer's soul.

Anyway, thanks for your interest in reading these lines and have a good day to whoever finds this post!

Freedom in a putrid world

In the darkness of the room, two figures entwine in the sheet. Only a faint ray of light penetrates from the corner of the window not covered by the curtain, reflecting the room in a light pallor.

The decor is simplistic, even sober. All those details that characterized all the other mansions of Ferid Bathory have disappeared.

In the solid wood bed, the two bodies intertwine together.

The man is leaning over the woman. His silver hair flowed freely down his back in such an intimate manner. When Ferid bends, his back tenses and beneath the pale skin, the strong, refined muscles twitch. He crawls over her, covering the woman completely.

When he leans further, loose strands of hair slide down his shoulders, brushing lightly over his pointed ears, visible for a moment. The earrings are no longer there. Instead, his red eyes glow far more passionately and warmly than the cold ruby ​​stones that once adorned him could have.

This gaze is offered to her, his sweet Dunia.

Avdotia looks at him softly from the silky bedding in which her body is sunk. Her thighs are so parted that the position of her tender knees resembles the wings of a butterfly. Her blue eyes, clear as the sky, follow the warm inflections in her lover's gaze.

His body is cold, but Ferid's every expression opens with such a vivid touch of humanity.

His name is murmured by her red lips, moistened by his kisses. It is a continuous prayer. In the background, the bed creaks heavily beneath them.

Her warm palms rest delicately on his tense shoulders, as she feels Ferid penetrating her more sticky, and their bodies coming deeper together.

It is the same sweet and charming sway, the same gaze she is trapped under.

Ferid never takes his eyes off hers as he drags his body and entrusts his hard hips to make love to her.

It is so sticky, vibrant and alive.

His thin lips are parted and his gaze is so focused on her. It is almost intimidating, but Avdotia reads in those red eyes the need, the passion, the desire for the ideal.

And she lets herself be possessed by all these feelings in this man, who is much more alive than one would think.

Her eyes close softly.

When viewed from above, Ferid's body can be seen tensing up and almost completely covering his woman.

Only her cream-blonde hair is visible, poking out from under the contours of her lover's body, undone and strewn all over the bedding, soft and long as it is.

A thin, burgundy blanket covers his hips that sink deeper, stickier between the tender thighs he holds in his cold hands.

Ferid's touch feels like velvet, stern but silky. Avdotia can distinctly hear his own moans, gasps and ragged breaths that should not exist for someone like him, whose lungs are no longer functioning.

But for Ferid there is. And all these sensations deliciously caress his body and heart. For a moment, the thoughts in his mind stopped completely.

His silver locks come into his face, his breathing seems labored and those same red eyes fixate on her.

All unforgettable memories are melted, the suffocating idea of ​​a destroyed world.

Ferid bent down, now kissing her.

It is a sweet kiss, which he leads. Avdotia let herself be possessed by him, wrapping her thin arms softly around his neck.

And she feels her own burden, which Avdotia has carried, perhaps, since she was born, or even before.

But in their swing, everything disappears and only the two of them remain, kissing sweetly, immersed in their beautiful pleasure.

The world itself is a disastrous place, but together, when he so determinedly crawls over her for their love, Avdotia and Ferid feel their full freedom.

It is something they can only have together.

Finally, the fierce creaking of the bed stopped. Ferid is still on top of her, propped up on his elbows now. He looks at her with his face so symmetrical, of sharp beauty. His red eyes radiate a soft, meditative warmth. The feeling of pleasure plays physically in both of them as they still enjoy their orgasms.

The soulful joy is sweeter and uplifting. Ferid remembers something for a moment. She must be reading this, for her big, blue eyes continue to look at him so serenely, like two pieces forever detached from the high sky.

He ponders, feeling a stinging sensation in his cold chest. Ferid remembers the sky and how much he always longed to look at it, how he put all his hopes there... Bitter nostalgia stings him a little. His face remains as if sober, but a slight feeling of liberation overtakes his being.

Again, it seems like he is looking at her so intently. He wrapped his arms around her, holding Avdotia close. His figure still covers her almost completely, and under the burgundy cover, Ferid has not detached at all from the warm core between her thighs.

Avdotia is aware of how her feverish and sweaty back is sunk into the soft mattress, how Ferid crawls so much on top of her. She is aware of the trails of cold sperm trickling down her delicate legs, mixing with her own hot juices.

It is so human and alive for them to be like this.

Slowly, her hand reaches out, her warm fingertips touching his sharp, cold cheek. She caresses him lightly, brushing the silver locks to one side.

"... Ferid... ", his name is called soft by her velvety lips, "... You know, that one says you're an Anomaly... ", a deep breath between her serene words echoes, " But this... just because you haven't changed at all," her soft voice broke with a short gasp. Her body sinks further into the mattress, the creaking of the bed has resumed in the background.

His body started the same swing towards her. The sweet feeling of being penetrated by him tingled her every sense. The pace is slow now, savory.

" Not at all? ", his voice vibrated in her ear as Ferid leaned in further to feel her pressed against him as he sank back down to her womb to make love.

It is not a teasing question. On the contrary, his voice is steady, meditative. It is Ferid's actual voice, low and slightly hoarse, actually trembling for an answer.

Her palms slide down his shoulders, trying to rest warmly against his back. Her eyes are closed and Avdotia sighs with her head buried in the mattress.

"... Vampirism hasn't affected you at all ... Oh, Ferid," she says his name, letting out a slight giggle, "Forgive me for calling you that, my love.. But you're the same boy who tries to love this putrid world...", her fingers grip his shoulders, she moans again, "But for me, you're my man... I trust you, Ferid. And I'm a part of this world too ", her murmur fades into a soft sigh under his pressed kiss.

The creaking of the bed became fiercer than ever. He crawls over her in the same sticky, desperate way, in the same lively swing.

Avdotia lets herself go soft under him, to be led, offered to him.

Vulnerability in that fragile and miserable world is a dangerous and rare thing.

With Ferid, though, she can be vulnerable.

Her hands slide gently from his back. Her voice echoes in soft moans, as her blue eyes open once more, looking into the same red eyes focused on her, his sober, meditative expression. Ferid does not smile then, but he is caught body and soul only for her, for both of them.

A slight smile graced Avdotia's face as he pulled away from the kiss just to give her air.

Ferid looks deep into her eyes, she feels his cold hand as it embraces hers, left soft on the sides of her body. Then, another kiss full of need and determination.

Avdotia feels that she is loved.

And Ferid closes his eyes for a moment, without the thoughts tormenting him, or the memories that cannot be forgotten.

On the retina of his mind is only the serene shade of her eyes, like a mirror of the sky that Ferid once loved too.

Now, finally, someone is looking at him lovingly beyond that beautiful blue.

That night, at that moment, his world looks at Ferid Bathory with so much love.

There is no smile on his face, but he is serene, leaning down and kissing his woman, in their sticky embrace where they both feel freedom.

✞ The King’s Feast ✞

Urd Geales X FemReader!

✞ angst

✞ TW: gore, mentions of death, mentions of blood, reader’s death, impossible love, tragic ending.

❥ I wanted to delete this, thinking it’s not good enough but @theorphanprince made me post it. Her wish is my command. (.づ◡﹏◡)づ. I also believe I fell even harder for this man only by writing this bloody thing. I love a cold man with a warm heart.

【 I also want to mention that reader is a violonist. Urd is kind of a cruel ruler here. Oops. 】

Promise this is the last time I kill y’all ( or not ;) ).

『 Her nostrils almost bleed from the bitterly cold winter air. It’s a terrible blizzard outside. Snow is no joke in Moscow, even the toughest man, would think twice before stepping out poorly dressed in such a frozen land, which is now dominated by the red apocalypse. Even with the city full of monsters, evil, cruel people and vampires, the blizzard is still a problem.

But can a matter of life and death— like the apocalypse as an example — can compare to losing the ability to delight your own soul through pure talent? Of course not! Y/n would rather lose her head! Alas, she would rather end up beaten and humiliated, naked, on the stage of the great theater than this! Her heart becomes dominated by a cold similar to the one outside, as she looks desperately at her hands.

Both hands were missing a finger. The left hand was missing the middle finger, the other, was missing the index finger. The rest of the fingers were crushed unevenly. Some have no nails, some are still bleeding even through the thick bandages and all are completely paralyzed. I think I have described enough, it is clear that she can never play the violin again! A sad misfortune upon the artist who some time ago was immersed in her work! You can almost cry just by looking at her sitting motionless for hours, in the same shabby armchair, looking at her hands. Her face being devoid of any facial expression, empty. On the inside, in her inner space, we may even find some spider webs.

The devil who did this… or rather, the devils, were her opera colleagues. A terrible act of jealousy. All of this just because she was getting special attention from the King himself, Urd Geales! After the performance, a handful of artists forcibly held her down and crushed her fingers by repeatedly slamming a large oak door. The fire was burning terribly in the room, the heat was quite stifling especially from the commotion going on inside. In short, it was starting to stink. The screams and the smell of blood attracted attention, so fear grew in their hearts. Panicked that they had run into trouble, they started to argue for a minute. One of the devils — the most ambitious to hinder our artist — took a pocket-knife and cut as much as he could. Two fingers. One was enough if you ask me. If he had time back then, he would have cut them all. What a sadistic and disgusting act! Not only did y/n end up with flattened fingers, but he also wanted to cut them all off! Tell me then, readers, what is worse between a vampire and a human?! My soul fills with rage when I think about what they did to y/n!

If I'm angry, Urd is even more so! He has an enormous love for y/n. However, it is not certain whether it’s mutual. You see, this artist is very strange. However, her strangeness was the reason he fell for her! Since the first day they met, about a year ago. It was still winter. But the scenario does not take place in a room warmed by a vintage fire, but outside in the heart of the frost. A couple, back then, tried to escape from the theater. The truth is that they succeeded. Their bad luck was that just then the noble Urd was having his walk! Terrible luck, to run into the King of Russia when you’re trying to escape his authority! It is clear what happened to the couple, there is no point in telling you more. He handled it himself. The snow beside him was stained with blood. His cold gaze was directed at this morbid scenario. How much the blood stood out, just as his genius mind often stood out. Urd's intelligence is truly fascinating but also terrifying. Terrifying exactly like the blood on the snow. How ironic! Am I right?

" Human. Are you trying to escape too? “ and now his icy gaze lands on y/n, appearing out of nowhere and thinly dressed with a white sheepskin ushanka on her head, plus a pair of old gloves. Back then she was relatively new to that theater of horror, where people were tortured to entertain the bloodthirsty immortals.

" No. I do not wish to escape, your highness. “ Her voice was calm and the vampire's powers of deduction led him to the conclusion that she was telling him the truth. It was still a concern. Was she looking for him? "I want to perform alone at the show tonight. Of course, with your permission, your highness. "

" Human. " he pauses, a little tense. He doesn't understand. This woman is in front of him, the King! Maybe it’s blind courage or she’s just insane! The proud vampire that often displays a superior side to the others progenitors, decided to not bring up his status since it’s clear that she is aware of who is standing in front of her. But for God’s sake! Is she not even intimidated by the death scene in front of her? That irritates him the most. " Let’s get over the fact that you dare to talk to me, when I’m alone, you being unsupervised and without permission to see me and to talk to me. You, a mere weak human. Even dare to ask for a favour. Are you not able to notice what's in front of you? " with a gesture of his hand, he shows the corpses and the blood well embedded in the snow. Y/N just smiles as she exhales lightly against her lips and a steam from the cold comes out and disappears just as quickly.

" I'm only interested in my genius condition, my work. And your genius condition, your majesty, King Urd Geales, has drawn my attention ever since I came here. I want to ask this favor from you, because only you will truly understand my art. When it comes down to it, it's not death that scares me. What truly scares me it's not being able to reach my maximum human potential. So spilled blood won't turn me off the road. “ She bent down slightly, picking up a lump that splendidly absorbed the blood into its essence. The vampire's eyes widen, watching in amazement as she bites into the bloody snowball. She looks at him straight in the eyes, without a trace of fear, nothing can be found in her gaze. " I have tasted a little of your mind. May I carry it inside, as long as I live in this ephemeral body! What an honor! I already feel more inspired! Thank you! " that evening, she started performing alone. And ever since that evening, her incredible talent — oh! — both humans and vampires, all of Moscow was left shocked by the favorite violinist of the great progenitor, Urd Geales!

For Y/n, it does not matter if it is harmony on earth or apocalypse. Some people say that she doesn’t care if she is seen as a livestock, clown or a human being. She doesn’t even care if she is loved or not. Her whole purpose, all that mattered to her, was playing the violin. Urd’s strange puppy of a girl. She has no personality, no soul, no heart, no conscience, all of her was only art, absorbed only by her own genius! I think these are malicious gossip thrown at her though. Cursed be the gossip and man's ability to use it! Her passion is etheral, both pure and ambitious! But I do doubt that she noticed how Urd fell for this passion, her passion. It was completely ridiculous, he would never admit such a pathetic feeling like love for a livestock! But here is, after all. He was somewhat content to admire her only from a distance, like a sinner who cannot get too close to heaven. Sometimes he can lose his patience, he wanted more, not being able to control this wave of feelings but he calmed down everytime he watched her perform. Her work seems specially created for only the Gods to see and hear. Even the oldest skeleton would drop a tear involuntarily.

But this mystical bird, which was the favorite of the sun, has met its end now. She can no longer fly or sing, she is cursed to live as a normal person now. Like a banality. Maybe waiting for death to knock on her door. It wasn't easy for Y/N. The longer she remains in the room, the harder it’s for her to breathe from the cruel heat. Like she's doomed to melt like a candle to death. Until her skin starts to ooze and blister until all that's left is a puddle on a dusty rustic rug. A puddle made of her flash and endless tears.

She cannot accept such punishment! So when her lovesick vampire comes to pay her a visit, he notices how she and the violin are missing, the window wide open. Snowflakes aggressively coming in and almost extinguishing the fire since the fireplace is placed close to the window.

At first, he wanted to call for help, make a fuss, ordering the servants to look everywhere for the woman he was blindly in love with. However, as mentioned earlier, Urd owns a great intelligence. It didn't take him long to find where she is. In fact, y/n had been waiting for him there. Leaning against the tree, her broken violin by her side — before her escape, it was intact, perhaps she thought of dragging the instrument with her — she smiled numbly at him. She looked like a dead woman. Ugh! Her lips were blue, her eyelashes fluttered from time to time, and they were covered with heavy snow. Her eyes no longer sparkled like before. She is wearing a white nightgown, far too thin for this scenario. There was blood on her lap from the bandages she tried to remove. The fingers were the first to frostbite, but she can’t feel that anymore, since they are paralyzed. Oh, and how she used to take care of them during winter! Her priceless fingers! Always wearing her expensive gloves.

The man wants to come closer but is stopped by y/n’s voice. “ I don't want to become a vampire. I refuse such a nonsense. " silence fell. The blizzard suddenly subsides. Geales stubbornness is finally showing, he kneels in front of her, tearing with his claws the white material from her pale neck, like he lost all of his control! "I said I refuse! " she shouts at him with her remaining strength, making him stop. " Everything left from my work… will disappear if I become immortal. I wanted to excel as a human, to prove what a human being could do. I've been aiming for this for as long as I can remember! Better dead than to be subjected to hell! Please, don't destroy what I have left, my love...". Oh my! Maybe the feelings were mutual in the end. But her goals were always first on the line! The curse of being in love with an obsessed artist!

His hands, gripped by anger, clutch her shoulders. His eyes tremble like he’s about to cry! Hard to believe at first, but Urd is quite sensitive, especially when it comes to y/n. “ Did you… somehow… want me to come here, to grant you a wish? " the woman's frozen and satisfied smile is enough of an answer.

"You always have an extraordinary power of deduction. That’s why I like to always ask small favors from you. What a shameless woman I am! Giving you no attention and still crying for your help! But I do not have enough time for this conversation. Forgive me and please, lay me down nicely on the snow. " her words is his command. Urd’s hand gently takes her head, the other holds her waist tightly and slowly places her on the snow.

“ And now? “

“ Please feast upon my heart! “ It made sense. They are in the place where they first met a year ago. And back then she feasted on the snow full of the blood he spilled, eager to keep a small part of him in her. " Even if I die, at least I know I'm going to put the seed of my genius in you, so it will never go away. Because my art was made with a big heart and love beyond measure! Only you, who love me, can save what drains from me into nothingness. "

On the day when the blizzard had stopped, in the distance, Moscow could watch with horror — or simple curiosity — as The King of Russia, their feared king, snatched from the body of a beautiful woman, her heart. Holding it like he just picked a fresh juicy fruit. Blood flowed like a waterfall between his long fingers. The heart still beating, he grips it tighter to make sure it won't slip. Urd could feel every vein. Pff! He has done this countless times but now it feels like his heart was ripped away too. Realizing that their love was impossible from the start.

The difference was that y/n realized that before him. In order to avoid this suffering… in order to avoid a tragedy for both of them, she distracted herself with her goals until she became addicted to it. The Second Progenitor could never be her first priority but she did had a small reserved space in her for him.

What a way to die! On verge of death, watching your lover eat your heart out. Biting off the organ with an angry expression, the fangs went in smoothly as if it’s biting into an apple!

❝ That’s the King’s feast! ❞

That’s what Muscovites say. 』

Cold blue eyes glossed over the city as his blonde hair tousled against the wind as he drowned in his uncertainty and anxiousness. City patrol was something that Mikaela had gotten used to and something he would actually actively choose to do. No one really questioned why he did what he did, to his fellow vampires he was always the odd one out, an eccentric fellow in his own way. Everything he ever did and felt was kept tightly under wraps and the reason for tonight's escape was no different from usual.

He was on the lookout for his favorite little human but Mikaela wouldn't be caught dead saying that out loud.

Against all odds you had befriended him a few months prior and the two of you decided that it would be best if you kept your friendship a secret. If anyone from either side found out there would be nothing but trouble or quite possibly an execution if any higher-up caught wind of these scandalous affairs.

Mikaela felt a strange sense of pleasure and comfort in the fact that he was protecting you. In his eyes you had no place in the army - you were far too weak, could barely hold any weapon in your hands and would always lose any sparring session you had with him without fail.

The thought of abandoning everything in order to run away with you came to his mind a lot more often then he felt comfortable admitting.

To any outsider Mikaela was either a vampire or a soldier, someone to use and toss away once he could no longer being anything useful to the table. That or he was a walking target, something to take down and bury six feet beneath the ground.

Neither one of those options were to his tastes if he were being honest.

The barren city landscape beneath him stretched out for what seemed to be into the very ends of the world, a cruel taunt of his current predicament. Peace was something hard to come by and even harder to maintain.

That is why he needed to do what he did.

Keeping you safe was his top priority and no creature, dead, alive or anything in between could stop him. Mikaela Hyakuya was determined to turn his dreams into a reality and the first step was to ensure that he kept you safe and in good health. The only way in life one can go is forward and that is exactly what he was planning on doing.

Blood in the Cut ║ Ferid Bathory x Reader Cross posted on Archives of Our Own

Rating: Mature; SFW no smut Warnings: Blood and injury, blood drinking, undertones of dubious consent, aphrodisiac use in the form of vampire venom

Summary: Poor clumsy little human pet… A slip of the hand while cutting vegetables leaves you with a bad gash on your palm. Thankfully your loving Vampiric owner Ferid Bathory knows just what to do in order to take care of your poor injured hand. Don't worry little lamb… everything will be okay. (AKA Ferid "cleans" your wound with his tongue and you get high and aroused from his venom.)

“Now now my dearest little lamb, what have you gone and done to yourself this time?” An unmistakably sweet voice singsongs from behind you. The sudden heavy presence causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end.

  Ferid Bathory.

 “Poor thing… did you hurt yourself? Don’t be shy let me see.” The vampire croons gently against the shell of your ear, now suddenly much too close for comfort. Before even getting the chance to turn and face him, the progenitor crossed into the kitchen and now looms over you like a ghost. You can feel the cool brush of his breath as he talks down to you. Subconscious alarm bells sound off in the back of your mind as primal instincts awaken and tell you to run.

 You whirl around in fear to face the vampire with kitchen knife in hand ready to strike. This seems to amuse Ferid as he chuckles down at your startled expression, your pupils blown wide as adrenaline courses through your veins. He traps you between his tall slender body and the countertop, lithe arms caging you in on either side. Slow and careful as though approaching a feral animal the vampiric noble reaches out to slide the knife from your hand. Calculating irises examine the blade, the cool steel stained with a tiny fleck of your own blood. In that moment you swear you can see his catlike pupils constrict with interest.

 “It seems I was correct in my assumption.” Lord Ferid chuckles darkly in the back of his throat. Slowly he sets the knife down on the countertop beside you. “Humans are so fragile. Such a shame when they are so clumsy. Posing a threat to even themselves.” He hums with that sickening saccharine smile. You clench your jaw and tense when he reaches to trail his fingers down the arm that you keep firmly clutched behind your back.

 “Hiding your injury is a fruitless effort. I could smell it from across the manor.” Ferid reaches an elegant hand to stroke his knuckles against your cheek. He pauses to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, before guiding your gaze up to meet his own with two fingers poised beneath your chin. He touches you as though you are made of porcelain causing a sweet rosy flush to rise to your cheeks. When he strokes his thumb across your lower lip butterflies burst in the pit of your stomach. Your pulse races.

 “I was cutting vegetables for a soup, but my hand slipped…” You try and explain in a small voice. It is so hard to keep eye contact with the progenitor so your gaze flicks down to observe the ruffled lace of his cravat. The gash on your hand throbs as you feel blood steadily trickling out from the wound. It was almost certainly dripping down onto the cutting board of diced carrots and celery ruining your hard work. You didn’t know how Ferid kept his self-control. If he could smell your blood from across the house, the kitchen must be inundated with your scent. Any other vampire would have been driven into a frenzy. Yet here the progenitor stands gently caressing your face in an attempt to coax you out of your anxiety around him.

 “Just relax darling.” Ferid soothes sweetly. “I just need to take a look at the injury. I wouldn’t want my favorite pet bleeding out on me now would I?” The nobleman asks rhetorically. His hand leaves your face and reaches to grip the wrist hidden behind your back. Ferid’s touch borders on forceful hinting at his true vampiric strength hidden behind his carefully crafted mask. Despite my better judgement I try and pull my arm away.  “It’s only a small cut Lord Ferid.” You mutter in an unsure voice. The vampire chuckles as his smirk widens showing off the pointed edges of his fangs. He saw through you as clearly as a windowpane. “I will run it under some water and patch it up. Promise.”

“Ah, ah. There is no getting out of this.” Ferid coos as he pulls at your wrist with his iron strength. It hurt to resist. “You may either submit willingly… or I can bend you to my will. The choice is yours little lamb.”

But of course… the truth was you really had no say in the matter. You could either show him the bleeding gash on your hand, or have your wrist broken as he wrenched it out from behind you. Within the walls of the Bathory mansion there was no such thing as choice or free will. Only the promise and illusion of it to make you feel as though Ferid didn’t completely own you.

 You close your eyes and allow the vampire to pull your arm from behind your back. He hums in quiet approval of your choice as his fingertips tuck between your own and pull your bloody fist apart. You let out a soft whimper as your injured palm is exposed to the air and the progenitor’s awaiting eyes. Fear begins to creep back into your mind and you start to shake in his grasp. Was he going to drain you right then and there? Is this where you were going to die?

 “Shh…” Comes Ferid’s voice as he inspects the cut. Gently he prods at the tender flesh cooing softly at you each time you flinch and whimper. His serpent smile indicates how much he is enjoying himself at your expense.  

 “You poor little thing.” He condescendingly hums before running his fingertip up the expanse of the gash, smearing the pooled blood in his wake. You flinch and cry out softly, trying to pull away from the sting of his touch. “It’s quite deep… you must be in terrible pain.” The vampire’s ruby eyes glint sadistically in the light clearly entertained by your suffering. Suddenly Ferid grips you firmly by the wrist before taking a step forward. He forces you back against the granite countertop and presses his body against yours. His hips pin you in place as his head lowers to the opening on your palm. Your heart jumps into your throat as his lips part revealing rapidly elongating fangs.  “Don’t! Please!” You gasp out in a panic, and much to your surprise… Ferid pauses. His slit pupils flick up to meet your gaze before he chuckles gentle as ever. In a careful fluid motion he brings his lips to caress your pulse point on your wrist. Your mind spins in confusion at the sudden tenderness of the kiss.

 “Easy now little lamb.” He whispers and meets your gaze with eyes half lidded. Silvery white lashes flutter as he presses his lips along your pulse once more. The faintest stain of your blood paints his lips from where he’d laid his kisses. “Relax for me now, I am not going to hurt you. It’s all going to be okay.” Ferid whispers in a melodic tone much like a siren luring it’s prey. He speaks to you low and intimate; sweet reassurances only for you to hear. You can’t help the way you react to his gentle words, tension in your shoulders beginning to melt away as your breathing slows. He is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, smiling so tenderly at you as your apprehension fades from your subconscious. For a moment as you stare mindlessly into vibrant eyes the color of the lycoris flowers, you could almost forget that he was a vampire. The backlighting from the lanterns on the walls set him in an ethereal glow making him appear almost angelic. Almost.

The illusion is soon broken when Ferid dips low to swipe his tongue along the length of the gash on your hand. Your gasp of shock breaks the still silence in the air. The pain of the motion is so intense you can’t help but try and wrench your arm out of his grasp.

Tears prick in your eyes as he drags his tongue up the wound for a second swipe, but to your surprise it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as the first lap.  “Hush my love… don’t fight it. This will help ease the pain.” Ferid purrs against your palm before continuing to lick at the cut. He is gentler this time when he delves back in, moving slow and sure as the tip of his tongue prods at the deepest points of the wound. You bite back a whimper at the strange feeling, something warm starting to boil in the pit of your stomach. Goosebumps prickle up your neck, and your entire hand tingles with a familiar pleasurable warmth. The pain all but a distant memory now, it finally dawns on you the purpose of this exchange.

His venom… in his saliva… that was his play.

 Ferid smiles against your palm as your body goes slack against his. In a matter of minutes his venom takes it’s hold, weakening your muscles and filling your head with clouds. There is no more pain only warmth rapidly spreading to every part of your body. Your breathing is labored and hot as you lay defenseless against the progenitor. Butterflies of pleasure erupt in your stomach each time he draws blood from the open wound. It feels so good. It always does when he feeds from you. You could die happily in this euphoria, no longer caring if he were to drink you dry. Vampires were truly the apex predator. Their venom delivering such a quick and potent high, their victims easily giving in and becoming addicted to their bite.

 It is over all too soon as Ferid finally pulls away. Your blood coats his lips and drips from the side of his mouth but really you don’t much care. You blink up at him with your head completely empty, still riding the high from the dose of his venom.

 “There we go. Such a good pet.” Ferid praises as he reaches behind you to grab a cloth off the countertop. Quickly he wraps your wounded hand before lifting you up into his arms as though you weighed nothing. “Your blood is always so sweet. Not a single drop should ever go to waste.” The vampire muses as he smirks down at your blissful expression. Your eyes feel so heavy as you stare up at him in a daze. He coos at you in mock pity before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

 “Let’s go get your injury properly cleaned and bandaged.” The vampire says in a cheery tone mostly to himself. He begins to carry you out of the kitchen and up to one of the many lavish bedrooms within his manor. “When we are done, I hope we can follow up on that little snack you gave me.” From your vantage point in his arms you can clearly see the glint of his fangs as he tells you his plans. “It seems I find myself hungry for more.”

i cant stop doodling them

Part 2

To Part 1:

Finally, I finished part two! I hope you like it liked the first one! I just did not anymore head canons: I wrote scenarios. Or written out head canons.! Still, hope you like it.

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Tagged:

@onebatch--twobatch

@ani-girl (Because you wanted more xD)

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Shinya is defintily the cool uncle who always teases you and Guren. He is absolutely supportive of you two what means having literally million of photos from you like a family. So, whenever Guren acts all cool, he likes to break the ice and embarrass Guren with some real Dad pictures.

"Ahhhh! Look here. You are looking like a real father of Yuu!" " There! You could mean that you two are married and Yu is your real son!" "Remember when you smiled warmly at them..."

Yes, Shinya is a real pain in the ass for Guren. More likely, he loves to make him jealous. Sometimes, you have missions with other soldiers and Shinya takes pictures of you with other persons in very misleading positions.... "Wow, the new partner of Y/N looks really amazing, don't you think...?" " Aren't they a perfect team? They understand each other without words."

Guren never shows jealously, but somehow he is very curious with who you work. And likes to talk them down....

Before Yuu enters your life, you knew Guren as a high ranking soldier who is arrogant. You thought, he is an ass. Both of you, worked already together when you meet Yuu the first time in the cold. You respected Guren as a strong soldier and listen to his commands. Without Yuu, you would never become so close to this man. Like a magnet or a red thread, you always drawn back to him or he is to you. Moreover, Yuu symbolize the red thread. Of course, this means you two start to worry for each other. Of course, you kinda get that Guren has a soft spot.

You were ready to sacrifice yourself for the sake of humanity. At least, you were ready. The mission could fail without finding someone, playing the decoy yet nobody signed up freely. You sighed and walked to the center of the group. You explained your plan and how you distract the nobles for their safety. You gulped down your own knot in your throat. And definitely, not thinking about Yuu.

"ARE YOU INSANE?!" The voice sounded raspy and pitched high at some vocals. You head flew towards the said man. "That is never gonna happened and the stupidest plan I ever heard. We get here out together!" Guren yells at you like he wants to make his point clear. "Then, tell us, how are we making it out alive without sacrificing one...?" You were angry that he screamed unnecessarily at you and start provoking him more. In the end, Shinya helped Guren with a plan to get you out alive so you both survived.

It was reckless for Yuu to intervene with a noble vampire yet he saved you and Guren. Somehow, you killed the Noble as a team. In the end, Guren pats Yuus head with side comment. „Reckless but you did well!“

"I am proud of you, Yuu! Amazing Job!" The boy could not feel more proud, energetic and loved.

The fight between Guren and Mika is stopped by you. You recognise the old friend Yuu has always talked about.

“What the hell? Get out of my way, Y/N!”

“No, Guren! Don’t you see it ? It’s Mika !”

“Yes, all I see, is a Vampire!”

Mika was ready to lunge at you when he overheard a particular name….

“Yes, a Vampire yet Yuus old friend Mika!”

Mika: “Yuu?”

Guren: “Come on, he is changed and a blood sucker!”

“Still his friend and family!”

You are the only person who can stop Guren. He sinks his sword and scoffs at your attempt.

"Thank you, Guren!" You said with a slight smile.

Yuu knows that he can trust you and such actions brought more and more bond towards you. After all, you and Guren belong to his family.

Yuu loves you with all his heart. Wherever he sees you, he has to smile and talk to you. He appreciates how nice, strong, independent, pretty, warm, motherly you are and definitely can kick Gurens ass. He knows that he can be a bit arrogant too or too motivated to fight vampires but you regularly get to him when you say: "You have that from him! Don't imitate Guren so much!" Yuu deny this fact with all he can. "I am not like him!" "You are..:" "Never...!" "You totally do..:!" "Do not!" You bicker a bit until you pat his head lovingly which makes him stop and enjoys your touching. You smile warmly at him and just say he should behave now. Of course, he listens to you. In emotional moments, you hug him without a warning. He needs it and just let his body rest on yours. There are more moments than he can count, he would love just to say 'I love you, mom' and often almost had this word on his tongue.

Later, when Yuu joins the Japanese Imperial army, you start to be the stressed out person. You worry too much even though you look like to him the chillest person. After he got injured real bad, you killed the vampire who hurt him and stood at his side on the bed for hours until he wakes up with teary eyes and still your weapon in your hands. Still dizzy, he slipped the ma word without realizing it as he sees you. "Mom...?" You caress his cheek and mumble a soft: "Yes, mom is here, dear." A few tears slipped from your eyes.

The time were you couldn't save Guren and he was dragged away by a Noble. You don't know why you felt like shit. But he sends you a gaze that you should leave. You both know that Yuu would freak out and wants to save you both if you fail. So you should retreat and calm Yuu down.

Before you left him, you delivered Guren your threat that you kill him again if he dies before you save him. He just lies on the floor with a painful smirk. "I guess that is my only fear..."

Of course, Yuu was furious yet you talked some sense to him. Walking with Yuu alone home, if gives you a feeling how single mothers have to feel. However, this showed you how important this idiot became to you.

Yes, Yuu is a big fan of your fighting style. He loves to brag about you in front of his friends. Sometimes, he tries to imitate you but Shinoa lost it as shakes hair for the hairflip.

„You are such a mamasboy!“

„Did you see her ? How she got very vampire?! Cool, right?“

Of course his male friends were impressed, too. They are your own little Fanclub. Congratulations.

Sometimes, you overhear Guren talking about you in front of Yuu… More like :

“Well, she is a good archer but she lacks sharpness in a fight. She is too emotional and diverted…”

“What did you just say about me?”

Every time, both gained a heart attack!

“Who saved your ass last time from the vampire chick before she could sank her teeth in your-!?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! No need to speak out details! That was close I know!”

Yuu loves when you two bicker and laughs heartily. He knows you two show affection by teasing each other.

“Don’t laugh! It happened only this time!”

“Only this time?! I believe Shinya has a whole album of How Y/N saves Guren from silly situations. "

"From what does he not have an album..." The colonel groans.

listen i think calling shinya "mr third wheel" is funny but why are we pretending mahiru isn't demonically third-wheeling every time guren tries to spend time alone with him

Doodle: If anyone gets the reference to this,

I’m so sorry 😞

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tired / guren ichinose

it has been a long, exhausting day filled with missions, teaching the kids, meetings, ect. and you are more than tired. you're waiting outside one of the meeting halls for guren to finish the last meeting of the day so you can both go home together. he comes out before the meeting ends, per usual, and a grin spreads onto his face when he sees you leaning against the wall, waiting for him. "hey babe! ready to go home?" he comes up to you and places a kiss on your cheek. "mhm. more than ready. i'm so tired." he grabs your hand and starts walking you both home. once you arrived in your shared home, you instantly run into the bathroom while guren disappears in his office to go some reports of the day. coming out of the bathroom, you wonder where he is since you thought he was following you into your bedroom, which is connected to the bathroom. you go look for him and let out a big sigh when you find him sitting at his desk in the office. you walk over to him, lean against the table and run a hand through his hair. "you can finish these reports some other time. come to bed with me, you look exhausted." he sighs and looks up at you. "i'd rather finish them now than later. there aren't many left, i'll be done in like thirty minutes, love." he grabs your hand that was still playing with his hair and pulls it down to his mouth to place a kiss onto your knuckles. "you should go to sleep though. i know how tired you are. i'll be there soon" you pout a little, not wanting to go to bed without him. you always get needy when you're tired, craving the warmth of your boyfriend and wanting to be attached to him at all times. guren knows that, of course. he knows you like the back of his hand. "but i don't wanna lay down without you." you whine which makes guren chuckle. "okay, c'mere then." he pats his lap. you happily straddle him and put your arms around his neck. guren slides one of his hands under your shirt and places it on your lower back. "i promise i'll finish the reports fast and then we can go to sleep together, yeah?" he whispers in your ear. the room is completely silent while he's going through the reports. the only noise that appears every once in a while is the sound of your lips that place soft kisses against guren's warm neck. you love moments like this. when it's just the two of you. no missions, no vampires, no meetings. just you and the love of your life. after a while, you're starting to doze off which guren notices. "sleep, baby. i got you." you shake your head no. "don't wanna fall asleep without you." he chuckles. why are you being so stubborn right now? "you're that needy, hm?" he says teasingly while a smirk spreads onto his face. you pull your head away from the crook of his neck, infront of his face to look at him. placing both of your hands against his cheeks, you place a soft kiss onto his lips. "so what if i am? i just love you and wanna be with you." a big, loving smile spreads on his face. he doesn't mind when you're needy or "clingy". not even one bit. he knows how you feel and he feels the same way. he brushes his nose against yours and places a kiss on your forehead. "you win. let's go to bed." he gets up with you in his arms, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist as he carries you into your bedroom and places you on your shared bed. you raise both of your arms in the air "help." he chuckles. "you're that tired?" you nod and he pulls your shirt over your head and arms. then he helps you out of your pants. he walks over to the closet and pulls out one of his shirts and his sweatpants and helps you put them on. then, he slides his hands under your shirt, onto your back and opens your bra. he playfully winks at you while throwing it to the other side of the room. "perv." you roll your eyes. guren changes out of his clothes and changes into his pajama and lays down. he pulls you down next to him. you're laying face to face, legs tangled together, your arms around his waist and one of his around yours while the other hand is tracing your beautiful face features with his pointer finger.

"what are you doing?" you ask. he stares at you with his beautiful violet eyes. "you're beautiful." he whispers almost breathless. "so, so beautiful. 'nd you're all mine." heat spreads all over your face and you smile lovingly at him. "all yours." he kisses you. soft and slow but also deep and passionate. he makes sure to put all of his feelings into that kiss. he loves you so, so much. you're everything to him. the reason he keeps fighting. the reason he gets up in the morning. you're his. and he is yours. he pulls away from the kiss. "go to sleep and get some rest. i'll be right here when you wake up." he places another soft kiss on your lips and presses your head against his chest. "my love. i love you. goodnight." another kiss on your forehead. you smile. "goodnight guren. i love you."

<3 @ playgrl0

Seraph of the End Imagine

Imagine being Krul’s sister and fell in love with Mikaela and betrayed Krul just to be with him 

(I love this gif so much!)

Yandere Ferid bathroy x male reader

Yandere Ferid Bathory

Well, as we found out, he enjoys the blood of young boys a little too much.

Ferid would actually do this because he is bored.

What better way than to shock the other vampires by choosing a male lover?

At least he's not bored now.

( Most vampires can have really stone-age opinions. )

However, your opinion is not asked.

You are now Ferid's "partner" Whether you like it or not.

And the more you and Ferid spend time together, he notices something strange.

Ferid starts to develop real feelings.

Now he is really interested.

Which is a really bad thing.

Running away is no longer an option.

You are now stuck with a sadistic vampire.

Ferid would like to explore this new feeling.

While he teases you.

Ferid really wants to find out all the things you do when you're scared.

You'd think he'd have better things to do.

But no.

Ferid punishments would also be sadistic.

And when he "falls in love" more he starts to limit your freedom.

In the end, the thing that was supposed to be just to shock others has become the object of his obsession.

An anon asked me yesterday what I associate Ferid with and gave the example of if I would associate him with certain songs.

And listening to this playlist, I have to admit that I imagine the vast field, how the pleasant breeze gently sways the tall blades of fresh grass, and the 16-year-old Ferid is there, lying and looking at the blue sky so clear and beautiful.

His gaze is meditative, as if he wants so much to rise to the sky, and at the same time, something is pulling him down so much that he feels his insides being torn apart with a stinging sensation.

His thin, pale lips are parted. Ferid breathes as if with difficulty at every memory that comes to his mind — ones he cannot forget. He thinks about all the memories from other past lives and those that would haunt him again in his next one.

Then the sky seems further away, so cruel and crushing.

But Ferid can not help but stare there.

The gentle breeze caresses him, waving the blades of grass around his body, and his desire to be so close to that sky cannot be quenched. The desire to reach there someday, as he was promised in childhood in the idea of ​​that good god, who would be his creator.

But the reality is different and one that wants to keep his mind always tied to memories and his soul imprisoned in that earth.

His body is getting heavier, but his soul is struggling in his chest with desperation to escape from that circle.

For him to escape and live in a world where the sky is not so far away, excruciating and closed to him.

Despite these tumultuous thoughts, the internal suffocation, Ferid's gaze remains fixed, just as meditative.

In his blue eyes is reflected that Sky, which remains as serene, looking back at him, down there, trapped forever in the empty earth.

✞ To never underestimate the passage of time! ✞

Ferid Bathory X FemReader!

✞ angst.

✞ TW: Ferid is the biggest tw. Mentions of death.

I wish that my first post is for my dear best friend @theorphanprince . I love you, thank you for everything! You are an ocean of inspiration, truly splendid by its own nature, your soul never fails to amaze me! De asemenea, ești o gagică mișto, hai te pup șmecherio!;)

He held her tightly in his arms, too bad it almost hurts so much, as if her skeleton was going to snap - not even the smallest bone would escape from such a lovely well-made trap! Ah, how nice it would pop though! I like to imagine that everything would break to the rhythm of the piano keys, when "Moon Sonata" is sung with pathos — for only the moon can offer beauty to such scenes or even morbid thoughts. Even my terrifying descriptions, in the sunlight, they would become ridiculous. Too much would be seen ( to my shame as an amateur and lazy author )! Ah, alas, I did it again! I distracted you from the real story! I don't think I was made to read children bedtime stories. Lucky for me, this one is for adults — and lucky for you, it’s a short one!

Ferid, Ferid, Ferid and again, Ferid! Ferid Bathory!! Applause for him! To this splendid prince! So charming and mysterious, a good girl’s dream of a bad boy! He is rarely seen without his role as a clown in Shakespeare's plays. But now I would describe him as a protagonist, a sad and old hero, in a tragic love story! Italians shall cry at the table with their pasta and with Romeo and Juliet.

Oh, Ferid. Alas, so long he insists on holding her in his cold arms, as if… as if she was going to turn into sand!! He must — for the sake of his own desperation — catch every strand. Before the tide steals a part of her figure forever, or even before it takes everything away from him. As you can see, we are talking about waves. Waves from great storms, with drowned pirates and hungry mermaids, followed by the cries of orphans as they watch how their father figures never return home.

But who was that wave? Maybe the past that still thinks about haunting, like a bored ghost in the cemetery, fed up with the silence of others. It can't be, it can't be! But wait! Who was he to fight the inevitable?

However, let's see some other possibilities! It must be searched with great patience if you really want to find the answer burning in our throats. What could go wrong for Ferid? Well, many things made him miserable in his life... alas, he lived badly. As both human and vampire. Has he ever kept up with all his misfortunes? I mean, at one point, they kept coming and coming, I’m sure he started to not pay attention to them anymore. Until now… .

I know! I found it! Everyone's feared weapon when they get their hands on something ephemeral: time. Like a little girl who fears that her rose is dying, like a woman who worries that she is getting older. Time takes everything, my dear readers. There is nothing time can’t take. We all have debts. We all owe time. Even when it comes to immortals, time manages to steal a few things. Maybe it doesn't really take everything, there remains a bitterness on this earth - that's why they are immortal. But time, to them, is like a seagull flying towards your food.

Y/n, oh, precious she! It reminded him of the humanity he didn't get to enjoy, but he enjoyed it through her. Sleeping, skin care, needing to go to the bathroom or eat a well-prepared meal. Things that no longer had meaning for him, look, through her, they’ve gotten one! Isn't this a beautiful gift for mortals? To enjoy simple things? I say it's very beautiful and Ferid totally agrees with me. He began to feel alive through her, to get rid of that boredom and that hatred held deep for time, which at one moment seemed to spite him. He didn't need much, really. Although his exterior is as extravagant as can be, I assure you that this bloody nobleman, carries a simple heart in his chest. Like most of us, too.

Here comes the bug. It would be such a shame, if not even terrible, for Ferid to subject y/n to a life like his. Immortality drains you. It's true, you stay young and beautiful, that can be attractive at first. However, let's not jump into such a dangerous offer, just… just look at the price! Internal rot is not worth it!! You will begin to have serious breakdowns from not being able to identify yourself properly. The best advice is to not dare become immune to time and death, you pay dearly! Ah, ... but Ferid never wanted to pay dearly, to have eternal beauty and youth — he was so small and unhappy from the beginning. His childhood was so bad, I swear, you could say he had already tasted immortality, right from the start! But enough, that's enough! I better stop with these descriptions. Everyone will be very sad if I continue! And Ferid is tired of being stuck in those memories anyway, that's why he adored his lover. With her, he is slowly moving on like a mortal, over all those terrible episodes. To live in the present! It is something, as a vampire, to be able to enjoy the present once in a while. Without thinking about the expensive payment… .

Wait! He realizes that he may be paying right now! It sounds crazy but it's completely normal for somebody like him to experience this! Just as we are surprised that a bitter week has passed like lightning, for them it is years, decades—centuries! Oh my! It is natural for him to think that at this moment, it’s happening, again! Maybe if he stops the hug, oblivious to the passing of minutes and hours, he'll wake up with Y/N ​​already dead. Oh, sweet Juliet, held all her life in the arms of a terrible bastard! We shall cry rivers together, for her tormented soul!

And with an extraordinarily agitated movement, he breaks the loving embrace to gaze in horror at her face. His eyes and hands were shaking terribly, if he wasn't a vampire, I would dare say his forehead was also sweating from the whirlwind of emotions.

And if he wasn’t a vampire, I would also dare to say that he breathed a sigh of relief. That horrific image didn't happen.

,, You act like you are cutting your first tree! What have gotten into you again? Who holds the sword over your head? " she decides to tease him innocently, the goal being obviously to calm him down. Ferid of course doing the same at the times when y/n is tense.

“I'm afraid the sword is pointed at you, my dove. "

,, Although I like to see that you are capable of concern, I would prefer that you no longer have any reason when it comes to me. " her hands reach for his neck, looking at him with curious eyes, eager to discover more. What a beautiful and confident smile she has! Ferid, maybe out of embarrassment, looks away, a gesture that makes y/n giggle.

"This is hard! You know it too! I’m not ready to let you go. Not now… maybe not ever! " and his face gets scrunched up. The opposite cheek is poked by her finger, specifically to turn his gaze and look at her straight in the eyes.

" But you are ready. You don’t need to be dependent on me! “

“ Maybe… I need to. I don’t know any other way to live! “ delicately, he ends up holding her face in his still shaking hands.

“ Ferid, blink now, I promise I'm not going anywhere." her hand touches his cheek as she makes him do this calming exercise again. So he closes them, relishing the warmth of her skin against his, his glacier cheek.

He opens them. The waves are calmer, although there is still a little wind. In front is a sandcastle knocked down by the water, and her hand is gone. It's quiet, no sign of any playful giggles. She died decades ago.

This is what happens when you underestimate the passage of time.

"You're a real nuisance I hope you know that."

"Well you aren't exactly a prize catch yourself, Mr Vampire.

He scoffed as he continued to walk in front of you, the click of his heel slightly more audible as you managed to pick up the annoyed glimmer in his usually dead eyes.

However, it was oddly refreshing to see him like this.

If you were 100% objective, you weren't sure why the two of you weren't at each others throats by now because if this were a battlefield one of you would most likely already be on the ground, long dead and forgotten.

But this wasn't a battlefield.

Against all odds you managed to form a strange camaraderie with the even stranger vampire. His attitude was absolutely dreadful though - he was always bitter and never in a good mood. Whenever you would try to lighten the mood he would just stare at you, was it menacingly or something else you weren't too sure but you often called him out on it. He would always curtly apologize, promising to stop but he never really did. Even when the two of you would go your separate ways you could have sworn on your kidneys that Mikaela was still watching, somewhere, just luring in the shadows like a little beast you'd begrudgingly call cute.

Compliments never failed to stun him though and they became your favorite ways of attacking him.

You'd sing him various praises as his back was turned to you, his posture stiff and awkward.

Something you never noticed was how he never actually told you to openly stop.

The thing is, Mikaela didn't have the heart to do so, the little meetings became the absolute highlight of his day. He could feel the soft crunch of the snow beneath the heel of his shoe as he would make his way towards your little meeting point, his thoughts filled with your voice and sweet scent.

He couldn't help but to hate you a little for that.