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kitten4sannie · 2 years

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hi hello tis vamp anon again ✨️ (pls tell me if i'm getting overwhelming/annoying with the asks i am so sorry;; the last thing i wanna do is invade other ppls space!!)

ok last 2 hc: for the choi boys!

starting with our lovely sannie, everyone knows he's a big romantic and loves romance! i imagine vamp!san as an "old-fashioned" lover, the embodiment of chivalry, if you will!! he wants to do things right: courting y/n with flower bouquets, sweets, handwritten letters, etc. he'd be so polite and kind i'm crying rn;; but don't be mistaken, he's quite the flirt!! he loves seeing his sweetheart all flustered from his words like, "do you all the ways a lady can be seduced? oh the things i could teach you" (bridgerton ref GOD) he can be so shameless with his duality san definitely knows the affect he can have on others bro. man is THE BIGGEST tease the bedroom, but he'll fold like a chair with the smallest amount of begging. who is he to deny his love? bro is down absolutely atrocious

now for our big strong teddy bear jongho!! he's more the innocent/first love romance type to me. so as a vampire, he'd be super nervous when around y/n. jongho knows he's strong, and with the heightened vamp skills, he'd treat them like they were made of glass. always handling them with the utmost care! he'd be so shy and smitten with y/n, fumbling with his hands and messing up a couple words here and there when he wants to get to know them on the first date. (this also includes getting intimate with each other for the first time) he just wants you to know how lovely y/n is to him, bro literally looks at them like they hung the stars up in the night sky

i'm suffering over here man

hello again 💕 you’re not annoying in the slightest, anon! you’re actually doing wonders for this current creative process like I am so grateful for these headcanons of yours! and these ones killed me in particular ahhh im such a sucker for old-timey romance 😭 i’m sorry for taking a little longer to get this out! i literally cannot stop thinking about the ateez concert i’m going to tomorrow like i actually might die🧎🏻‍♀️also, i wrote way more than i thought i would but i just couldn’t help it ;; here’s some scenarios:

You were walking around the courtyard, admiring the spacious garden that you spent a lot of your time near, noticing a small patch of white roses that had just began to bloom. “How come I never noticed these?” you murmured to yourself, reaching into the twisted bunch of vines and leaves, wanting to pull out a singular rose.

“I had the gardeners plant them a couple months ago,” you heard a soft voice coming from behind you, causing you to whip around, successfully dragging your own rose out from the bunch, but at a cost. “San, you scared me.”

“My apologies, sweetheart. Oh, you’re bleeding.” He took your hand in his own, studying the way your eyebrows drew together from the stinging pain you felt, noticing a few blood droplets leaving the small cut on your thumb. “I shouldn’t have snuck up on you. Does it hurt?” he inquired, mindlessly bringing your hand up to his mouth and pressing his lips to your thumb, so that he could stop the bleeding with a slow swipe of his tongue. Though he felt an intense urge to take more of your blood, he showed incredible restraint, refusing to give into this sort of temptation.

“N-no, not really.” Whenever San was around you, you felt like you couldn’t breathe, but maybe that was due to your corset being strung too tight. The staff was never that gentle with you when they helped you lace it up in the mornings. “I recall talking about white roses not too long ago. Did you…have them planted because of me?”

“Am I that easy to read?” he chuckled, lowering your hand, but not letting go of it, instead opting to stroke the top of it, studying the way your lips parted slightly with kind eyes. “It was a wonderful idea. They’re beautiful, aren’t they? And they represent a myriad of things that I find to be quite entrancing: harmony…eternal youth…” He brought your hand up to his lips again to plant a gentle kiss on your knuckles, his intense gaze never leaving yours. “Loyalty.” He left another lingering kiss on your skin, sending goosebumps down your forearm. “New beginnings.”

You could feel your heart aching for him, yearning for more of his touch, his love, his affection. You wanted anything and everything he could possibly offer you. “San…”

“Yes, beautiful?”

“Will you hurry up and kiss me already?”

(i was initially gonna keep this pure but the intrusive thoughts won this time 😭)

One thing led to another and the both of you ended up in the somewhat hidden gazebo, which offered you some privacy. “Is this okay, love?” San asked in a quiet voice, his hands halfway up your heavy dress and caressing the outsides of your thighs, his fingers squeezing into your supple flesh.

“Of course it is, San. Please, do whatever you want to me...”

San lowered himself to the wooden floor, so that he was on his knees in front of you. With his crimson eyes glowing at this point, he pushed your skirt up, bunching it up so that he could get better access to your sex, running the pads of his digits up and down it in a teasing manner. “May I have a taste, sweetheart?”

You leaned back against the cool wood finish of the gazebo railing, doing San a favor and holding up the folds of your skirt for him, spreading your legs open a bit more. “Yes, you may…” you replied somewhat shakily, having to bite back a moan when he pulled your panties to the side and dragged the flat of his tongue up your slit, letting out his own groan of satisfaction.

ooooof okay it’s jongho’s turn 👀🖤

(i went straight to the spicy part cuz i’m weak 🧎🏻‍♀️also shoutout to my bestie @cherryxsang for helping me flesh this part out 💗)

After climbing onto the bed , Jongho took his time undressing you, one layer at a time, pressing a kiss to your skin each time. His fingers ghosted along your body, while looking at you with a gentle love-filled gaze. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered near your ear in the softest voice you ever heard, filling your heart up with warmth and comfort.

“Jongho…I need you.” Once you were both fully naked, you had taken the initiative, sitting in his lap and caressing his cheeks, admiring him, as though he were a breathtaking piece of artwork.

He pressed a few kisses onto your neck and up to your jaw, stopping just barely before his lips met yours, resulting in you both breathing in the same air, leaving you almost dizzy. “Are you sure this is alright? What if I can’t hold back?”

“Of course it is. I want you more than anything, so please…don’t hold back, Jongho.”

***

Jongho held you by your waist, slowly and deliberately pulling you down onto his length, allowing you to feel the way he was pulsing against your inner walls. “Does it feel good, Y/N?”

“So good…so, so good…”

He reached up one hand and slowly ran the back of his fingers along your jaw and down your neck, treating you as if you were made of glass. “Y/N…”

Sensing what he wanted from the way his lavender irises were glimmering and his pointed canines just barely poking out past his parted lips, you offered, “Please, bite me.”

“I shouldn’t…I might-“

“Jongho, I want it. Please,” you insisted, pressing your lips onto his for a moment, then pulling away just in time for him to lower himself and sink his fangs into the soft flesh of your neck.

Taking small gulps, Jongho grabbed onto your hips and plunged himself deeper into you, slowly speeding up the longer he was able to taste you. “So…delicious…” he murmured in a somewhat shaky voice, lapping at the blood the dripped down your neck.

#for vamp anon 🖤#ateez smut #san smut #jongho smut #ateez hard asks #ateez hard thoughts #writing these out actually killed me 😭

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velvetwarfare · 1 month

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‘ WELCOME TO THE STAGE — THE ONE, THE ONLY! FIZZAROLLI! ‘

Betty grimaced as the audience suddenly became a tsunami of screams and hollers, strangers pushing into her and nearly trampling the vampire just to get to the front of the stage. Colliding with the cold floor below with an unceremonious yelp, the red head HISSED and had to keep her short temper in check — the last thing she needed was to be fired from her dream job right after obtaining it.

She knew Fizz was popular — and even popular was an understatement. He was an ICON — and the fact he took her as an apprentice and even lover was beyond her. Normally, Betty held herself up on a pedestal so tall that no one could possibly put a dent in her fragile ego. She was the GODDESS OF HER OWN WORLD. SHE WROTE HER OWN CHAPTERS AND CREATED HER OWN CHARACTERS. SHE WAS THE RINGLEADER OF HER OWN CIRCUS AND EVERYONE ELSE WAS FORTUNATE TO BE EVEN A CIRCUS MONKEY.

But the little imp was not a circus monkey. He was the clown — the true star of the show. Even if she felt like the ringleader, he still was STARS ABOVE HER. A part of her ENVIED HIM FOR ACHIEVING ALL THE ASPIRATIONS SHE YEARNED FOR FOR CENTURIES. THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HER — THAT SPOTLIGHT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HER AS A JESTER AND NOT THIS NOSFERATU - RIDDEN WAR COMMANDER. THE ENVY BURNED HOTTER THAN HELL’S FIRES.

And he was so nice to her. So kind, so patient, so gentle. Her quips made her feel guilty. Sarcasm became limited. Side eyes softened. She felt herself watering down her ANGER AND RESENTMENT — tending to a garden of thorns and nursing it into a garden of colorful flowers instead. Just for him. Perhaps he was more of a LION TAMER rather than circus star.

Watching him glide around the vibrant stage in a barrage of expert dance moves, the audience cheered and clapped along to his melodious voice. Betty slowly rose to her feet, feeling time slow as she digested his craft. All feelings of envy bled dry — and were substituted with something softer. Something more innocent, more cherishing. She could recall some time ago before his performance where she struggled to put into words what he truly meant to her. But what could possibly be described in just one measly word?

Tears streamed down her face in carmine trickles, the salt mixing with the last residue of venom. The bloodshot tint to her eyes had been gradually becoming white again ever since she was taken care of by Ozzy and his medics — and with this session of subconscious crying, they were finally pure white again. Her irises were a beautiful shade of foggy grey — a thunderstorm. She didn’t even register she was sobbing. Fizz definitely could witness the concerning expression on her face when he passed by her front stage — dumbfounded, starstruck, blanking out.

He was elegancy. Beauty. The perfect art of theatrics and drama. The innocence of a gentle clown. The dream that never died despite his past. Despite his deformities, he was still beloved. In another life, she could’ve been that too should the town accepted her vampirism instead of hunting her down. All she ever wanted was to be accepted and loved too.

And she found a genuine, healthy bundle of love with him. An attachment that wasn’t DETRIMENTAL NOR ABUSIVE. SAFETY — A FOREIGN SENSATION.

When was the last time she ever felt this happy and alive in all of her lives? When was the last time she felt HUMAN AGAIN?

That realization hit harder than any of her deaths.

As the lights dimmed and the performance ended, Betty stepped forward to take his hands in hers, her expression still out of it. There were no more red streaks, no more crimson scleras — no more traces of the Pride Ring’s damage. A hushed, shaky whisper,

“ Heaven, “

And then a bit louder for him to hear, staring at him as if he were the strangest creature she’s ever laid eyes upon,

“ That is my answer…Heaven.

You are Heaven. “

@hazbinhive

#🐀 VERSE: A MILLION DREAMS. 🐀#🐀 REWRITE THE STARS. ( betty x fizz ) 🐀#hazbinhive #god. GOD.

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karlheinz-sama · 2 years

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🔔 — their appearance (eye color, skin tone, hairstyle, nail color, body type, etc.)

the king.

the day he was born the heavens split open- a sunshower, they changing of tides or even a bad omen they said. Looking out their windows in awe as it rained upon them the water filling cobbled streets up to people's ankles stranger yet the demon world was washed in gold.

Hues of the sun painted the vast castle where he was born, basking his mother's face in an ethereal glow- exhausted she looked down at the child- in her arms a serene being for a new born. The calm before the storm

It was dusk when his father arrived to see his 17th son, even he had sensed the scent the rain had left behind one of power yet so heavily infused with the scent of grace.

For eons now since the Great King Burai those of the Sakamaki clan who took the throne, were a physical manifestation of their kingdom; pale skin, dark hair, and eyes the colour of bloody sin

The contrast of the boy to his sire was like night and day. He was Helios himself, vampires who aged quickly then slowed down in their youth - by the time he held his son he was already 2 summers and yet he left his nurses breathless. The most beautiful of all his children..yet was born and no one could deny it.

Ashen skin that looked washed out and eerie on his father, looked like færie dust had covered him, he was a healthy child tinges of blue decorated him like vines upon his unblemished skin. Tufts of ivory curled upon his head, his face a sculpted like a cherubs, soft cheeks that were dusted in rosy hues, the most striking of his features his sepia eyes thrumming with might. His tantrums were foreshadowed when they'd turn from their gentle russet to a striking golden, tears would pool up as they'd turn bright, delicate long fair lashes that made him look like fae. Yet he was identical to his father when he was a boy.

He was favoured immediately, with age his beauty only became more refined.

A household name by his debutante, a man, a vampire of vampires, a god, Aphrodite's favourite.

His pale skin unmarked for no foe or friend had ever been able to harm him, growing up his mother kept him inside in fear of the dirty outside infecting her angelic son, gloves that covered his hands up to his wrists, a veil covered the bottom part of his beauty that caused ladies of families to go mad knowing they'd never stand by his side, some even dared to try sneaking past castle defences to see him. It wasn't until years later when a girl who flourished into the white rose that anyone could deny he was the most beautiful creature of the Sakamakis

hands of a bloody artist, one that led crusades but brought jewels and painted fine paintings for his sisters they were delicate like a pianist with callousness that gave a steady sense of comfort, long fingers with a mole between his ring finger and pinky on this left, his nails cut short, neat, and as shine as the tips of his fingers almost always a shade of pink.

Broad shoulders but a lithe figure, a prodigy with a sword, a natural arrogance surrounded him he would stroll around knowing he was untouchable. His sisters had taught him how to wield his features, his transformation into a man had left many mad. Sharp facial features, straight, strong yet delicate. Thick eyebrows that framed his boyish face with his snarky grins and the occasional smiles that revealed his dimple. Pointy ears always tinged pink a illusion of naïve innocence.

The finest uniforms, badges of honour, his grandfather's sword, his mother's dagger tucked in between the delicate folds of his coat. A large cloak, held upon his wife shoulders almost trying to hide his tall stature.

He didn't wear much jewellery, his coronation crown was reserved for its occasions. A obsidian signet that always remained on his right hand awaring everyone who he was. The only gaudy jewels were the ones his mother insisted he use tie his pin straight ivory hair, always platinum gold and obsidian. Later on of course his wedding rings would join, the first ring obsidian with a impressive emerald, the second pure gold engraved with the ducal household of his wife and a delicately placed diamond, the last a thin silver band engraved with vines that led to the centre a ruby shaped like a rose.

#diabolik lovers #anime #karlheinz sakamaki #diahell #yui komori #ayato sakamaki #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #headcanon #physical features #diabolik lovers karlheinz #diabolik lovers headcanon

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saturatedboy · 3 years

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Hey can you do a fic of Lady Alcina x GN!reader where the reader has ADHD so little things just gets forgotten and jumping topics so fast it’s kinda hard for Alcina at first and she’ll get frustrated but still loves the reader just how they are? If so that would be fantastic! Have a great day!!

Alcina Dimitrescu x GN!Reader

My apologise for taking a while, a thunder and lightning storm happened near me and it blew up the fuse to my internet box. But I'm here with more writing so I hope you enjoy!

Requests: Open

Words: 2.5k

The vast castle that had loomed over the Village of Shadows had always been ancient and portentous. The unknown creatures however that hovered over the sky close to the pole towers were always a great sight to see from the village. However, those who live far away from the castle merely thought to them to be birds with a wide wing span that would fly around and bless the castle with their saint fortune- however if you knew the castle and it's true owners, you would find everything to be more depraved of it's fake nature.

Humming softly, you dragged the wooden comb through your strands, being careful to not pull on any knotted ends too hard. You stared at the mirror with soft eyes, it had been quite the evening for you after the day being filled with lessons on acting like a true noble. You could hear the young ladies down the extended corridors, arguing over who would get the first drop of the sweetness a simple maid had once carried. Although not a vampire yourself, you strived yourself to be lucky amongst those who were caught in any of the young and head mistresses claws. Ah, the mistress. The simple thought of her had brought a rose tint to your cheeks, you smiling unconsciously as you let your mind wander off into far lands that were filled with no violence, only peace amongst the dammed. Only a sudden knock had transported you back into the real world. Coughing, you placed the comb down on the vanity and turned on your buffet, facing the door with hands folded on your lap. "You may enter," You spoke out loud, awaiting the turning of the knob.

The sound of slight clicking of the knob being turned brought your full attention to whoever was to enter. The door became ajar, then pushed to an opening with the guilty entering. A wide smile had stretched it's way onto your face as you stood to greet the one who knocked. Bowing your head slightly, you raised it to be met with the eyes of the lady of the castle, Alcina Dimitrescu. "My lady."

"My darling," She spoke back, closing the door behind her as she looked down upon your small form, however still slightly taller than her three daughters. Seeing your smile brought one onto her face, her eyes gleaming softly at your relaxed state. Looking around your neatly tided room, she let her eyes graze back over to yours and tilted her head to the side ever so slightly. "Why are you still awake? You should be asleep by now."

Awkwardly, you had bit your bottom lip and looked away in shame. Any of the pink fairy dust that was once coating your cheeks had turned deeper than the pinks in a sunset. "Well, my lady, you see I-" You had quickly cut yourself off. You weren't going to tell her that you was awake because you could hear the cries of the maid. And no you weren't going to tell her that she had been running on your mind either-

"Well?" She softly asked as she crossed her arms under her chest, placing herself to sit on the end of your bed as she watched you fiddle with your fingers with a long-lost look within your eyes.

"I'm just feeling energised." You saved yourself as you silently thanked your mind for quick thinking. Well, you weren't exactly lying but at the same time you had been because the cries of the maid had woken you from your slumber. Not wanting to get into any sort of trouble with the Lady. Lady Dimitrescu nodded in reply, not fully understand to why you would be energised after a long day of training to be a noble but none the less, she was glad you weren't hurt at all or hiding any sort of pain.

"Hm, I suppose that may makes sense. Though I don't remember you having any sort of sugary treats to be feeling so much energy to stay awake..." Dimitrescu had trailed of at the end, instantly becoming entranced when you had grabbed the comb once again and brushed through your hair. Tutting slightly, she stood and walked over to your sitting form, plucking the brush from your hand and using it to comb your hair for you. "Your combing wrongly, follow the flow of your hair- don't try to change it's path."

Feeling her gentleness as she combed through your hair had made you start to fidget in your seat. Although you loved the feeling of her hands caressing your hair, there was something about it that made you want to adventure further. You didn't want to stay here, no you couldn't. This wasn't right sitting here anymore. The feeling was so sudden- and you knew why. Arguing in your head, you dragged your mind away from the reality of the world into a blank space where you could try sort out these mixed emotions. However as you were away from the reality, your body had reacted on its own recordings. Your leg began to bounce with your hands intertwining with one another then letting go only for them to become fists. Without any thought of it, Alcina hadn't notice your sudden change in mood, she was too focused on trying to get a certain knot out of your hair.

Yourself on the other hand, was stuck fighting for movement or staying in place. It wasn't till the noise of wood being placed back onto your vanity and the hand that had blocked your view from the mirror that brought you away from your argument. Without a second thought, you stood abruptly and turned to face Alcina with a wide smile. "We should go for a stroll! The night will be young and I'm sure the young mistresses will be busy with their feeding tonight. How about it my Lady?" You held your hand out, your white tunic and grey pants had provided enough heat for you to want a walk in the breeze of the lost screams within the castle.

Alcina had looked at your hand, so small and doll-like. Holding your hand normally brought great warmth to her soul. The feeling of a human being alive and wanting to be close to her had always brought a soft, comforting feeling. And she had only felt that with you. So, wanting to feel the same feeling again she cupped your small hand within her own and used her other hand to straighten out her hat. "Lead the way my love."

Within no second to spare, you speed-walked out of your room and practically dragged the Lady behind you. Why were you so excited for a walk? She had no clue to what was exactly going on in your mind, she never understood what was on your mind but that was because she couldn't read you like an open book. She had always had people praise her like some Goddess which brought much pride to her, but seeing you hold her hand and walk with her like she was a regular person- maybe like what the children would do in the village when they found something interesting and wanted a parent to see it quickly- that what you had reminded her off. "My darling, aren't you going a little fast?" She asked, although having no problem keeping you with your speed, she found it unusual for you to be walking at this speed.

"Nope! Now come on, we have the castle to explore more of!" You giggled and and bopped your head side to side like you were listening to silent music. "Oh! When we explore the castle we should play hide and seek! Do you think the other girls would love to join, I'm sure they would! Ooo maybe you could teaching me how to sort out flowers to make a beautiful boutique like you had done once when Lady Beneviento was over!" Your rambled on about activities you both could do as you let go of Alcina's hand and walked off by yourself. Your stranded look had brought Alncia to be slightly worried about your change of state. Being quick, Alcina followed behind you keeping close tabs on trying to make out what you was saying since you were getting further ahead of her.

"Darling....Darling!" She called out as you kept walking onwards, twisting through the hallways and moving yourself out of the way for any maids that were walking around or cleaning the hallways. Alcina shook her head and sped walked to catch up to you so she could take swiftly your arm within her grasp to make you stop walking away from her. The sudden yank that she gave you made you lock your lips together and looked up at her over your shoulder. "Darling your speaking too quickly and mumbling half of it. Speak with a clear tone and articulation. I taught you this today before you went up to bed."

You looked at her with glossy eyes that held your innocence. Her figure over you had somewhat calmed your mind to rest, or maybe it was her touch- you couldn't decide on which. You focused on her hand around your arm, her fingers going back to her palm as her larger hands captured your arm within her grip- no movement could make you escape. You opened your mouth to speak up but your words were caught in your throat. Again you tried but only slight noises of struggle came out. Taking a deep breath, Alcina sighed out in annoyance and rolled her eyes. "Would you mind telling me what's going on. One minute your relaxed, the next your up and walking away like you have to catch a carriage. You're also changing your mind on what to do-Sweetie you said you wanted to go for a walk."

Trailing your eyes from her hand up her arm and peering at her face, you saw a clear look of her being stumped with your actions. Pulling your arm out of her grip, you cradled it close to your chest. "I'm sorry." Was all you could mutter before taking a deep breath in and out, steading your breathing after the fast walk you had travelled with. Leaning against the closest wall in the hallway, you swept strands out from your eyes and gazed down at the wooden floor with deep crimson carpets. "I've always been like this- It's something that is hard to control." You gathered the small courage to face her again, looking at her with a guilty stare.

Alcina patted her dress down as she heard your voice speak. She had no way in understanding why you act like this because this was the first time it happened so suddenly and well- she hadn't been a human for a very long time now. You remembered times before you came to the castle that down in the village you would take off through the woods to lose the energy you gained for no reason and speak to any animal life you could find. It was much more relaxing to talk to someone who couldn't say anything back- you couldn't interrupt anyone or get the harsh reply of 'Stay on a subject' because your mind jumped from one thing to another. That was actually how you met the Lady of the castle in the first place, and it was the first place you confessed your dying love to her. But now- everything happened without yourself even realising it was happening, you felt like the one to blame for putting the Lady in this position of following you about and practically making her own mind run in circles.

A delicate hand lifted your chin that had dropped to rest on your chest, a finger running along your bottom lip. The hand belonged to Alcina whom had knelt to the floor in front of you. "(Y/n)." She spoke your name with tenderness and a tone that would forever make your heart melt with affection. "You have nothing to be sorry for. If this is how you are, then I love you for who you are." She felt your lip quiver under her thumb, her other hand pulling you into her chest where soft sobs had came from your mouth. She held you close, humming a tune to calm you down. Your salty tears had wet her long white dress, but she didn't care. She cared for the fact that you had been dealing with something that had made you think you were in the wrong for feeling it. "If you wish to ramble about anything on your mind, go ahead. Tell me stories, tell me knowledge, tell me how you feel. I will listen to everything to have to say- even if it does get mixed up that's okay." With a vision blurred, you tilted your head up to look at her as yo used your hands to clear the spots of wetness of your face. "I may not be able to fully understand, but I chose to love you and that means anything that you come with is something I adore my dearest."

A chuckle escaped your lips as you felt her hand glide itself down under your arm and slightly tickle you. "W-wait that tickles-"

"Oh I know~" She whispered into your ear and she playfully picked you up in bridal style within her arms and began her own journey somewhere. Still watching her face and feeling her arms wrapped tightly around your form, you couldn't help but wonder what she was doing.

"Where are we going? Are we going outside or are we going back to my room?" You asked as you continued to clear your eyesight from the specks of fuzzy marks. Adjusting you in her arms slightly so she could instead carry you with your head resting on her shoulder as she held you under your behind and legs wrapped around her upper torso, she replied.

"We are going to find my three daughters and tonight as a family we shall play games. A game night. I figure we both could need one of those especially your hard work of being a noble." She kissed your cheek as she carried on walking, you on the other hand had tried to say something again but it came out with stutters.

"But what if I talk about something stupid or make a fool of myself. Maybe I might not be able to sleep and you need your rest m'lady,"

"Oh darling, I wouldn't sleep without knowing my precious dearest is safe and sound under my gaze. If you can't fall asleep still we shall sit by the fire in the main room and I'll read whatever you wish for." Her words were sincere. She was being truthful. She didn't need to know about your condition, she just understood that she will be there for you in your tightest moments and fit what is right for you. And anyway, she also loved your voice- it was secretly one of her favourite features about you. Why wouldn't she want to listen to you, anything to hear her dearest talk would make her heart swoon with love.

Only a love that she was willing to give to you.

#lady dimitrescu #castle dimitrescu #residentevil8 #resident evil x reader #alcina dimitrescu #alcina x reader #resident evil dimitrescu #oneshot #gender neutral s/o #lady alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader

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666dmtrscu · 3 years

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Nocturne (Part I)

Cassandra x maiden

Summary: A retelling of the last hours between two lovers. Oh fate, fate, fate. // In other words, sad hours for Cassandra and her beloved.

Cassandra Dimitrescu was not one to hesitate, but for some reason she could not make her hand, that was now resting on the doorknob, move in a twisting motion. It wasn't hard to open a door now, was it? Especially for someone like herself. So why couldn't she just open the door to the maidens' room?

She tried moving her hand once more, but to no avail. What was wrong with her? All of a sudden, Cassandra Dimitrescu was hesitating to enter her partner's room. The same room she had entered, exited, and stayed in so many times before.

To think it has only been eight delicious years... It didn't feel like it was enough.

...

Should she even wake Luna in the first place?

By Miranda — and speak of the devil— how silly of her to even ask herself that, of course she should. She had to.

Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she gathered the courage to finally twist the doorknob and quickly step inside the room, the door shutting behind her with a soft click.

The room was dimly lit by the dying fireplace on the other side; it was getting cold as well. Cassandra considered reigniting the fire, but she knew it wouldn't be necessary. Time was running out.

As soon as her eyes landed on the figure sleeping away, she dreaded what was to come next.

Upon silently reaching the bed, she hesitated again. Not knowing what to do with herself, she decided to sit at the edge of the bed and stare at how the maiden's chest rose and fell with every breath. She stayed like this for some time, entranced with how the other woman looked so striking and peaceful at the same time. Even as she dreamed, she was mesmerizing. She let her gaze travel down the maiden's body and hummed appreciatively at how the sheets accentuated her curves. Get it together, she told herself. There was a time for such things, and now was not it. Instead, she took the maiden's hand in hers and caressed the back of it with her thumb.

“Luna,” she whispered softly, using her free hand to lightly shake the woman. It took her several tries, but finally woke her from a seemingly very deep sleep.

Always such a heavy sleeper.

She was going to give the maiden an apologetic smile, until she remembered the reason why she had come to wake her in the first place.

The maiden groaned and shifted in place, finding the hand that was caressing hers and giving it a gentle squeeze as a way of greeting. She sat up and groggily mumbled something to the other woman, who held back a snort and asked her to repeat herself. Giving her a faux look of annoyance, she repeated her words clearly enough this time. The hoarseness of her voice almost made Cassandra shiver.

“I said,” started the maiden, enunciating every word slowly and clearly. “Why on earth are you waking me up this late in the night?”

Instead of giving an immediate reply, the brunette pondered over the question and tried to come up with the best- no, the most gentle way to deliver the blow. As futile as it may sound to other ears. She came to the conclusion that there simply was no way around it.

Not anymore.

It wasn't as if the maiden had not been told, but for Cassandra, neither her or her family were sure of when or how it would all occur. Everything was happening too fast and too soon. This train of thought brought a frown upon her features and induced the same hollow feeling in her chest that she had felt far too many times in the past four hours.

There was no other way of saying it.

“It is time,” said the vampire to the maiden.

How fast three words could change the entire atmosphere of a room was beyond her. The maiden's silence however, was heavier than anything else in that moment. Not even the gnawing image of Mother Miranda engraved in her mind made Cassandra feel as much fear and anguish as she did in those almost eternal moments of silence. She was about to fall back into her misfortunate thoughts until the maiden's voice, uneven and unbelievably small, broke the silence.

“What?”

The same hollow feeling returned and Cassandra couldn't bring herself to look the maiden in the eye. Instead she focused on the hand she held in hers. “Mother received a call-”

“Oh.”

It clicked. She knew, she understood.

Once again, silence fell heavily over the two.

Both Cassandra and the maiden had rued the day the glass globe they lived in would be shattered. By the person who had provided it in the first place, no less. Contrary to popular belief, the maiden did not feel trapped in Castle Dimitrescu. Not when she first arrived, not when she first looked into wickedly beautiful golden eyes, and especially not now with the woman who sat before her with a haunting look written all over her face.

Before coming to the castle, she had been alone, abandoned and forgotten, all because of something as trivial and innocent as a kiss in broad daylight. She had come with the promise of death, which in some way, was fulfilled. She was an entirely different person now. So no, she did not feel trapped or scared in the cold embraces of her lover, nor inside the great, big place that reeked of death.

In fact, she felt the exact opposite. A sane person would become insane the moment they knew her and the others had willingly decided to stay in such a place and fall in love of all things. But she felt like she belonged, like there was no need to run anymore. She felt loved, she felt wanted. She felt free knowing her new family wouldn't judge her for who she was. She felt... at home. She was home.

But now she had to leave.

Cassandra's voice broke through the silence and the maiden's train of thought.

“You should get ready, Lu,” she said in a somber tone as she stood from her spot on the edge of the bed and slowly made her way to the fireplace. She fiercely rubbed her hands together as she kneeled in front of it. “There isn't much time.”

Wordlessly, the maiden complied. She gathered her belongings quietly and swiftly, although she tried to not make it seem like she wanted to leave. She would very much rather stay and she supposed she could, if things were any different. If they had more time... Luna grimaced at the reminder. Time seemed to slip into every thought and conversation lately.

The thorn on everyone's side.

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Her clothes for the situation at hand were not so different from her usual. Certainly more suited to run or fight in if necessary. While she would normally wear a white sundress or a white blouse with trousers, now she wore a suit of sorts, devoid of color. In another life, she might have been an assassin of sorts. The thought almost made her chuckle.

Her, an assassin or a warrior? Please, not now and not ever. She couldn't even hurt a fly. Literally.

She should, however, wear black more often. It brought out the silver in her eyes in a way that was almost haunting.

Checking in the mirror for wrinkles that she already knew weren't there, she let out a shaky breath. She looked to her bedroom door. One step out of that door and there was no turning back.

“Cass?”

When there was no immediate response, Luna turned hesitantly to look at her lover, who now seemed to tense slightly and take massive interest in dusting off the bookshelf.

“Cassandra.”

“Yes, dear?” The Dimitrescu now fixed her gaze on a single book.

The maiden's eyes snapped to her hands, which were reflexively flexing. It was a nervous tick of hers, she knew. Despite her controlled exterior and sharp gaze, it was always the smaller hints that gave her away. She was just as anxious and upset. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“You're going to live, right?”

Cassandra all but snapped her head in the maiden's direction, her eyes blown momentarily wide. As her features softened, she let out a saddened melodic laugh. “Luna Samos, your life is currently at great risk and yet, you ask if I am going to live through this?”

“Obviously.”

“Why,” she asked incredulously as she crossed her arms. There was a faint shimmer in her eyes that would go unnoticed if it weren't the maiden who she was talking to.

The maiden almost replied with an equally incredulous tone when a knock came to the door and a voice called out from the other side.

“Cassandra,” said the brunette's younger sister, Daniela, with a hint of uncertainty.

Cassandra refused to wipe whatever tears were starting to form. Instead, she maintained eye contact with the maiden and cleared her throat before replying.

“What is it?”

“Mother wanted to remind you that we should hurry.”

The other woman let out a defeated sigh. “Five minutes, Dani.”

A tsk was the response and then she was gone.

The two women stayed looking into each other's eyes intensely for a minute or two. Both were very stubborn, that they knew, but they also knew there wasn't enough time.

After finding her voice, the maiden broke the silence first.

“There is too much I want to say. To you, about us. About," she gestured wildly with her hands in the air. "Tonight. About yesterday, about tomorrow, about the day after tomorrow. About everything, Cassandra.”

She tore her gaze away from her dark clad lover. If it was any other night, she mused, they would have been matching for an occasion such as a date.

“I know,” said the brunette turning to face the window, arms still crossed.

Cassandra never looked and sounded so defeated. The maiden wondered what it was that she was looking out to.

“I don't know where to begin.”

“Then don't begin at all.”

“But I want to,” the maiden continued.

Cassandra stayed looking out the window for a moment. When she finally turned, her pale cheeks were already streaked with red, but when she spoke her voice was firm. “The thing is, you don't have to, I already know,” she said. “Eight years... we might as well be married. So you don't need to say it. I will always know.”

The maiden had already moved to embrace Cassandra by the time she finished.

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra x maiden #re8 fic #lady dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #house dimitrescu #re8 #resident evil village

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 3 months

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Who would most like to go to a hot spring?

"I never been to them as much but it sounds nice." Vanitas smiled with Noe covering his face blushing red from seeing the pictures.

"..I would..it always sounds relaxing to." Megumi mutters even if his face was flushed pink.

"It would be nice to.." Ren said with Striker smiling and nodding his head.

Nicholas said nothing blushing red but he was unsure how to feel about the thought but he never been to one. Even Chuya was speechless but hiding his face.

Adrian said nothing but he only blushed to look to the side.

"Wow...I think I would like to if it's possible. It sounds relaxing." Trevor smiled. Davion agrees seeing his princess knight but he was happy.

Alastor blushed but he always wanted to try one but he heard they were nice so he would. Even seeing Shinryu nodding to agree while blushing.

"So yeah, it would be a big yes for most of us.."

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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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Leonardo x MC - Role-play.

Pairing: Leonardo x MC (F).

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Prompt: Deep-throating || Role-play || Object Insertion

Warning: Roleplay, Outdoor sex, stranger’s scenario, dirty talk.

One of my finals for @alloveroliver beautifully, wonderful, kinky, kinktober.

Thank you to @ikevamp-shrine and @theinariakuma for beta-ing and all your help! 💛

The low, dim light of the candles reflected off the freshly polished bar. The scent of alcohol and the warming buzz of friendly chatter filled the spacious area. A young woman perched on the stool, day-dreaming as she nursed the glass of wine slowly letting the harsh bitter of cherry run down her throat. And whilst she sat alone, she knew company would be arriving soon.

“Monsieur,” she beckoned forth the young man behind the bar, gesturing to the highly-priced bottle of scotch, one that had almost doubled in value due to the rarity of it. She made a two-finger signal towards him as he placed a glass in front of her. “Oh no, not for me,” she smiled softly towards him, “for him”. The tip of her index finger pointed towards a stranger who had entered the bar not long after herself; his dark grey hair shifting around his face as the ending strands, like kissed tips of wispy silver, shimmered under the golden light.

A playful smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth as she turned her head slightly to see the shocked expression on the man’s face, beating him to his game. The gold of his eyes glinted as he raised his head to meet her face, lowering his head in a nod as he picked up the glass with his fingerless-gloved hand. Matching his gesture, she brought her glass to her lips before sipping it, her eyes sensually fluttering shut knowing he was still watching her. Just like he had been since the minute he arrived.

“Ciao Bello,” a light-hearted voice that made her heart race and her pussy throb at the same time spoke beside her. The man she’d brought the drink for now taking the empty seat to her right.

“Bonjour Monsieur,” she smirked leaning back in her chair, finishing the last of her glass and holding out her hand to signal for another.

“Scusa but let me- as means as a thank you.” Gracefully pulling out a few coins in exchange for a new glass he watched the barman turn away, leaving the pair alone.

“It is such a rare sight to see such beauty sat alone,” he paused, taking a swig from his glass before putting it down, “little lambs shouldn’t be out alone. A big bad wolf might just come and… eat them.” His eyes danced as the words came out of his mouth.

She threw him a light laugh in amusement, “maybe this lamb just wanted to be caught by a big, bad wolf,” she leaned in to close the distance between them, her whispers brushing past his ear, “maybe this little lamb isn’t as innocent as you think.”

He let out a hum of satisfaction at her words, admiring her form as she sat back once again this time crossing her left leg over her right; his eyes falling to the way her skirt rose from her knee a few inches, giving him a teasing peek of her thighs beneath.

She had dressed more provocative than usual in attempts to catch his eye- and it had worked perfectly: a white long-sleeved blouse tucked in the suede beige skirt, a matching coloured corset laced on top of her shirt. The choice of clothing had deliciously accentuated her figure in a fashionable manner for the time. A delicate balance of elegance and fashion whilst not drawing too much attention to herself, after all she was only here for one person.

The bar she was currently residing in was new, opening only a few days ago in the next town over. Her lover and her decided to set a challenge in their relationship, to see if they could go a night without being noticed as lovers. Role-playing and enticing as strangers for the evening. So far it was going well.

“An innocent lamb? Maybe not.”

His lips curved into his trademark smirk, eyes darting up and down across her body before focusing back on her face, “a fox maybe? Cunning and deceptive… so soft and playful, yet so…,” he lifted a hand to slowly place it on her knee, leaning into her, “dangerous.”

“Or maybe something more vicious. A vixen perhaps?” Letting out a low click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth he continued, “no you are far more enticing, a temptress.”

“Hmm a temptress I may be but,” she pressed the toes of her left heeled shoe against his lower calf, slowly dragging it up the side of his leg before stopping and sliding it back down, “it depends purely on who captures my eye.”

“And I pray-tell that someone has caught your eye tonight?” He murmured, unable to stop his eyebrows from rising as he brought his glass to his mouth.

“Mmhm maybe, there is definitely someone mysterious, tall, and handsome who’s in my sights,” her voice held steady as his palm on her leg slowly pushed further until it hovered just beneath where the material of her skirt lay.

“I can only hope that my compagna is prepared. You seem like a wild one,” he grins. She laughs with a breathless chuckle, sharing a drink at the build up of pure sexual tension. He watched the dip of her throat as she swallowed the moorish red liquid, the pink of her tongue darting out to wipe away any remnants of it upon her lips before popping the pads together with a wet noise.

Slender fingers peered inside the burnt-brown of his coat to pull out a cartoon, pulling out a long cigarillo. The familiar scent of orange mixed in their scenes. Placing the narrow smoke between the white of his teeth revealing a glimpse of the hidden fangs that rarely came out, he lowered his face to the candle nearby for the warmth of the flame, inhaling to pull the smoke through before exhaling. A thin cloud wavered between the two of him releasing a familiar scent. What he never anticipated was for her to wrap her fingers around the tobacco clad smoke and pull it to her lips, dragging deeply before exhaling out.

She had tried one of the cigarillos before, but it only led to her choking and coughing on the spot as the smoke burned her lungs. This time she was smooth, one fluid movement that could fool anyone she smoked them daily- a process of learning with Arthur after she came to him on tips of seduction.

“I like the taste,” she hummed softly, taking another draw and holding it between her middle and forefinger on her right hand. In a smooth movement she pinched it with her thumb, knocking the growing ash off into a small ashtray on the bar with the tip of her forefinger. Exhaling as she returned it to its rightful owner, a look of awe upon his face. Leaning in as she placed the item between his teeth, like it originally had been, she whispered lowly so only he would hear, “but I like the feel of it in my mouth even better.” He groaned raspily, following the unintentional sound of approval with her phrasing and actions with a deep chuckle. Her persona tonight was beyond different to her normal one. It was mature, more seductive. He could see the evidently clear want in her eyes, as she could with his.

This game they were playing proved to be exciting and arousing on both of their parts. Her taking more charge; acting as he had called her earlier, ‘a vixen’- a side to her that she very rarely let out. The mixture of their plan and the warming buzz of the alcohol being the confidence booster she needed to push herself.

“You know, just because you buy me a drink doesn’t mean you’ll get me into bed,” she teased with a wink, enjoying seeing a tint of pink grace his cheeks. To think, the jack of all trades’ almost flustered by her sudden boldness of words… how invigorating.

“Oh I have no intention of taking you to bed.” The hand on her leg pushed just beneath the material of her skirt to give her thigh a squeeze; the other brushing a strand piece of hair behind her ear as he leaned into the shell of it, “no I don’t think I could make it that far. I have every desire and intention to take you against the wall outside.”

“Mmm!”

Her moans were captured by the leather of his left palm while his right hand trailed up the back of her thigh; his fingers pressing over the damp cloth of underwear with a low groan humming against her neck.

“You're already so wet,” his grumbles tickled against her neck, his lips latching onto the sensitive skin. Wet kisses sucked over and over until her breathing turned into rapid, short breaths against his hand. Her teeth playfully nipped at the skin of his fingers, shaking her mouth to free it from his gentle hold.

“Of course I am, didn’t you notice the rain when you arrived?” Wishing she was facing him to see the way he responded to her brattiness- a first for her, but the feeling of his smile against her neck was enough of a reaction.

“Cheeky girl,” he chuckled, making her gasp as he nipped at her neck, a blossoming mark forming just above the collar of her shirt. Her hands fell to rest flat on the brick wall in front of her, his body pressing tightly up against hers as his coat hung off his broad shoulders enough to protect their bodies from view. Being hidden from sight in the faint glow of the street light behind the bar and protected by a cloak of night around them, his free hand hastily undoing the corset on top of her shirt. Pulling the thin cotton from her skirt allowing him access to her torso, cladded-leather tugged at the sheer material of her bra until her breasts spilled free, resting heavily in his palm as he cupped one of them, letting her nipple roll and be pinched by his forefinger and thumb.

Her moans filled the night air as he pushed her underwear to the side letting his long digits glide up the wet of her slit as she parted her legs wider- a silent invitation for him to delve in further. His lips once more found her neck, this time leaving a trail of heated kisses along the base and working up to reach her jaw as two fingers coaxed her arousal, pushing into her.

“Oh god.” Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her fingers twitching against the brick wall in search of something to grasp onto as he thrusted his digits in and out of her tight folds.

“I’ve never felt you so wet,” he mumbled into the shell of her ear before sucking on her lower lobe with a dirty grin, “don’t pray to your fantasy figures, there is only me.”

Her breast bounced softly in his hand with each thrust of his fingers inside her. Her hips pushed down to grind against his movements in a desperate seek for more as she mewled in his hold. The sound of her arousal was clear in the air even beneath the layer of her skirt as he added a third finger, curling them in a manner that left her jaw dropping and knees almost buckling.

“I want you to come on my fingers,” his voice growled riddled with lust, a more baritone octave to it than his normal Italian twist.

“I-I want, oh fuck, to come on your cock.”

The pit of her stomach dropped, a white heat beginning to rise in its place as his fingers curled against the rough patch inside her, making stars dance across her vision.

“Scusa!” He groaned against her as her walls clenched down, “who taught you to speak like this?”

“You,” she moaned, earning herself a smirk to know how much her words and actions were affecting him as his fingers pulled from out of her to circle her clit. Pushing her hips back to feel the strong strain of his erection still hidden beneath the layer of his leather trousers, her breath hitched as his hand pulled from her chest to bunch up her skirt, exposing her wet folds as he tugged her underwear to the floor.

“Cheeky little thing you are.” Giving her ass a little tap and watching it ripple, he hastily unbuckled his trousers, freeing his red, pulsing cock leaking with need against the plump of her behind.

“Please, I-,” she whispered, pushing herself out in offering, gasping to feel the wet of his head already pushing against her.

Curses both left their lips as he pushed himself into her, holding the curve of her waist as he thrusted shallowly until her cunt swallowed him whole, pulling him into the depth of her tight folds.

“Oh fuck, yes!” She moaned, her eyes tightly shutting as he took no hesitation to begin thrusting into her.

Bending her slightly so his chest was fully pressed against her back, his tongue lapped circles over the pulse of her neck. The need to bite was heavy, but he was always able to withstand. He pulled her back with every thrust, burying himself to the hilt each time in rapid movements until the lewd noise of slapping skin took over the silence.

Her back arched off of him, one hand reaching behind her to seek purchase in his hair, tilting her head to finally meet his eyes. Both of them saw nothing but lust, panting against each other's lips as they finally kissed for the first time that evening.

“Yes! Yes, yes… there, oh, yes!” Moaned between her parted lips and into his mouth. The hold on her waist shifted her forward slightly and onto her toes as he continued to pound into her, the change of angle hitting perfectly inside her; her walls already clenching down each time he pulled back in an attempt to keep him buried inside her, she continued, “I-I’m close!”

“Say my name… ngh, when you come,” groaned through harsh breaths as his fang glided against the weak spot just beneath her ear causing a shiver of electricity to crackle down her spine. The hand bunching her skirt dropped as he held it up with the hand on her waist, bringing his free hand under the waistline of her skirt to rub tight circles over her swollen clit.

“Monsieur!” Unable to hold back the high pitched whimper in her voice, she tried her best to keep up the play at hand.

A growl came from behind her, “Properly, my naughty cara mia.”

The minute he called her ‘cara mia’ they both knew their little game was over.

Giving a particular rough thrust- one that paired with the movement over her clit and the sucking nips to her neck was enough to push her over the edge.

Walls clamped down as tiny pockets of white burst repeatedly over her vision, ‘Leonardo’ falling over and over in voice-raising cries of pleasure until her jaw slacked open into an ‘o’. Heat surged from her head, spreading through her chest and pulsing from her core as she came, body curling as her fingers scratched at the wall.

“Good girl, cara mia,” he praised removing his hand from her clit once he was sure he’d prolonged her release enough, soon gripping her waist with both hands as he sought his own release. A new form of heat flooding into her as he groaned against her shoulder, her name on his lips as his hips stuttered against her, emptying himself into his lover.

“You look cold dolcezza mia,” Leo said, taking off his coat and pulling the young woman into his lap, wrapping his coat around her. Her damp underwear still in his pocket- a safekeeping of their passionate night. He held her close as she rested her head upon his shoulder, the carriage ride home allowing them both a good rest before setting foot in the mansion.

“But won’t you be cold?” She questioned nuzzling against him.

“I can’t be cold when I have you to keep me warm” pressing a kiss to her crown, he stroked her face as her eyes slowly shut, “ah- as much I would love to let you sleep, the carriage is not far from home.”

“Tired,” she protested as he poked her nose- a motion she did to wake him up whenever she found him asleep.

“Besides my little cara mia needs to tell me when she learned to speak such tongue,” he chuckled, his laugh infectious as ever, making her smile against him.

“I already told you,” her eyes opened as she peered up, pressing a kiss to his lips, “from you.”

“Hmm, I doubt that very much,” he teased, letting her head bury itself in the crook of his neck, enloping her in warmth with the scent of orange and sex. “You did so well this evening, my little vixen.”

“Thank you for indulging with me. I had fun.” Her eyes sparkled at the admiration he poured down on her with his smile.

“Anytime my love. It was rather adventurous to see you so bold, especially when you pulled me out of the bar and begged me to take you-,“ his sentence cut off by her hand playfully slapping his chest.

“You don’t need to repeat that!” Her face stained red; the persona of the bold stranger dropping as she melted back into her more bashful, teasing manner-the side Leonardo loved more than anything. He loved her utterly; entirely. His little human, his cara mia.

“Ti amo tanto,” she whispered with a yawn, moaning softly as he stroked her hair in a soothing manner. Both embellishing in their time they had together, two lovers purely infatuated with each other as their love reached out to touch the stars and back.

“Ti amo cara mia.”

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m-y-fandoms · 3 years

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Blood on Our Stage - Vampire Nagito Komaeda x Human Female Reader -Part 1 (Slight/Platonic Female Reader x Hajime Hinata)

So, this is an old fic I updated to fit these characters because I want to continue it :)

NEEDED CONTEXT FOR THIS AU: Hajime and Nagito are step brothers, (Y/N)/Reader is a human, Hajime and Nagito are vampires, and Hajime did indeed get into the Main Course at Hope’s Peak, for acting.

The paycheck… It's all about the paycheck...

You took a deep breath, reassuring yourself for what seemed like the hundredth time that year… or that hour.

Smile, s-smile. Breathe, lean into him. It has to look real, (Y/N). God… it’s a whole new level of crackhead when you stutter to yourself in your thoughts.

Dissociate.

What are we having for dinner? How many more steps ‘til that damn egg hatches? If it’s another fucking Diglett I swear I’ll go apeshit.

You shifted to your right, the most forced of grins creeping onto your cosmetic-plastered face. You let your head fall onto Hajime’s shoulder. Convincing right? Touching is convincing. Random gentle displays of affection are convincing...

By this time, you were nearly blind from the flash of some fifty or so cameras in your face, anyway, so why not just pretend that the photographers and press were blind as well?

Why not, why not?

You pretended in every other aspect of your life.

"Isn't that right, (Y/N)?" Hajime’s voice shook you out of your trance, and you turned your head, letting go of his arm, which you had grabbed out of habit. His sparklingly white teeth - sharper than the average man's - gleamed down at you, and you felt that usual pang of fear run down your spine and chill your bones. Even attached to the gums of the sweetest boy on earth, you’d never get used to the sight.

It's all a show, (Y/N), a game. Pretend. "Fangs for the fans, and all that"

How long would that farce last until people started to realize?

What had Hajime said earlier that month? You retreated into yourself, thinking deeply, trying desperately to calm the anxiety that rose with at the sight of his flesh-tearing canines...

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"I can bare my fangs at interviews, photoshoots… you know, when the paparazzi are around. It’s what my dad wants,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Don't worry about it, (Y/N). Honestly, you freak out over the silliest things sometimes.” He ruffled your hair. “It will look like I'm dedicated to the role, or something like that… whatever. People will love it, trust me."

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But you never could. How could you? A monster with a secret, stupidly displaying that secret openly to the world? No… trusting meant removing little stones from that carefully built wall, which sub-sequentially meant getting hurt, and not just emotionally. You recited this mantra to yourself almost routinely; something you’d picked up from someone very close to your heart. Isn’t it funny how we steal little bits of personality from those we love most?

You knew Hajime just followed whatever his father commanded, that he’d do anything to feel like he mattered, that people cared. He’d done all this: the acting lessons, depending on daddy’s money, the unless studying and promoting himself, just to get into that stupid school and kickstart his illustrious career.

"Isn't that right, (Y/N)??" Hajime tenderly brought his hand up, stroking your shoulder awkwardly. The clench in his jaw, however, wasn't friendly at all. You couldn’t really blame him, though. He was doing it for your sake, after all. You had to get through this, and he knew he had to pull you through; everything depended on it.

How could this flock of idiots not tell the “chemistry” was forced???

"Uh… o-of course! Yeah!" You smiled, a fake chuckle escaping your lips, and the crowd of reporters and internet journalists roared in front of you. Of course they did… wasn't everything the disciplined and people-pleasing boy beside you said fucking hilarious? You sighed, returning your gaze to the mass of people below you as you and your leading man sat raised on a platform behind a pretentiously high table.

Just let Hajime handle all the questions, you thought to yourself indifferently. You always did. They rarely directed them at you specifically, anyway. So much for your dream: to stun the world as an independent starlet, a crimson-hot femme fatale. It was always ‘Hinata Hajime’s doe-eyed leading lady!’, ‘Hajime’s little love interest!’, never ‘(Y/N) (L/N)... featuring Hajime Hinata!’ But... you were famous, and with no little chunk of change to boot… you should’ve been thankful… right?

So why weren’t you…?

Your eyes scanned the faces before you, and you realized that you hadn't… really looked at them until now. Yes, the usual prolific online bloggers and huge theatre junkies were there, and Mr. Hinata of course. He wouldn't miss out on one of his company’s press meetings for the world, especially with his money-making beloved son in the spotlight. He was so anal, how could anything possibly go off without a hitch unless he was there?

You wondered if the girl next to him knew he was a ravenous monster as well, but thought better of it. Of course, she didn't know. You shouldn't have even known. But you did, and it plagued you every day of your life.

Fuck... you just wanted to go back to your room and overthink in peace. It was embarrassingly uncomfortable to do so in public

Mr. Hinata sat sternly upright, with his polished, slick hair, in his polished, slick shoes and extravagantly tailored navy suit, his secretary at his side, brushing his hand unnoticeably between the chairs. His wife would never care, anyway. To their right sat a rosy-cheeked intern, spunky and full of character. Holding a clipboard between perfectly painted nails, the only thing that spoke louder than her bright smile was her neon miniskirt. She must not have known, either. No human simply knew, and still managed to look that innocent and lively. The PR girls loved press conferences, and each new show only yielded fresh publicity. This most recent show, set to premiere the following night, was a tale of romance: A vampire lord and his human lover: a medieval era period piece. Of course, for this reason, Hajime did nothing to hide his all-too-real fangs.

You loved a good historical romance, and loved being in one even more. It had always been your goal as a starting actress to take the lead in at least one period play, be it Victorian, colonial, medieval.. but... it had not turned out quite the way you planned...

A few other members of the Hinata family accompanied their revered head of the household… or was it head of the clan… coven? Whatever, it was expected. The murderous bloodsuckers always clung to their leader’s side, and could always be found lurking around Hinata’s estate, if they weren’t already crammed up his ass looking for approval.

A flash came from the reporter to the left, directly into your vision, and left you dazed.

Fuck… you seethed internally. Calm down. Calm down. The paycheck. That's it. This is almost over, anyway. Why did you always find yourself spacing out at the worst possible times? You acknowledged that it was how your body coped with the overwhelming urge to break down, but damn if it wasn’t inconvenient at the minute. Nothing screamed ‘I have something to hide’ like acting shady in front of a hundred people…

You leaned into Hajime again. Sell the relationship. Sell the love.

You exhaled in exhaustion. It wasn’t that you didn’t love Hajime… you did, just, not like this. Never like this. Lying to millions of fans and the press, pretending Hajime was anything other than a brother-like figure to you just to line his father’s pockets, tore you apart more than keeping his immortality a secret. Denying you both a chance at real love for fear of scandal… you were sure that there was no phrase you’d ever grow to hate more than “The Hinata Theatre Company!” Ironic, wasn’t it, that at one point in time, you begged to be here?

You found that scoping out a crowd lowered the anxiety you had about actually being in front of them. It's funny, many people asked how you could possibly be afraid of crowds or public speaking when you were a damn Broadway-level star. Your answer was always the same: your rush of adrenaline and passion for theatre got you through a show, but anywhere else but on that stage, and a crowd turned your mind to jelly. It was different… walking out for a performance tamed the butterflies that flew around inside your stomach.

Of course, there was always the fact that your boss could tear you apart at a moment’s notice that contributed to the anxiety, but you obviously couldn't share that little bit of information with anyone. It was all so hard to process, that this kind young man beside you could be something so fearsome, that your whole life was a public sham. You’d never forget the day you’d found out… how it changed everything. You shouldn’t have to be afraid of your best friend, you just shouldn’t. But how could you ever truly trust him again?

Your eyes bounced once, twice around the room.

...No

You gasped, breath catching in your throat as your eyes caught on something that caused you to jump slightly in your seat.

"You ok?" Hajime whispered, the crowd going noticeably silent for a moment. Mr. Hinata glared in your direction. A silent warning, reminding you that even one wrong move made his company look bad, and that would not end so well for you. That was the shining aspect of Hajime’s personality, that he was nothing like his father.

"Yeah, y-yeah," you spoke airily, cheeks heating. "I just slipped to the edge of my seat a little, almost fell!" You lied timidly, a small laugh.

They'll eat that shit up. Soft-spoken, innocent, clumsy girls are all the rage! Of course, Hajime picked up on the lie immediately, catching the change in tone, the skipping of your heartbeat. Being an immortal freak had its perks.

The bright-eyed boy beside you patted your arm, the crowd chuckling politely before returning to their bombardment of questions.

Your eyes flew back to the corner of the room, back to the object that had you startled in the first place. You tried to tell yourself you’d imagined it, but there was no mistake,

It was him...

Standing there in the entranceway, so dimly lit, he hid in the alcove. There was no mistaking his favorite jacket, the fabric ripped and weathered from use. There was no mistaking the intricate, almost root-like pale green veins which spiraled up his arms, told a story across his milky collarbone, tumbled down his wrists, and made him all the more intimidating. Intoxicating. There was no mistaking that full head of tousled hair, brightly standing out even in the meager lighting in that disregarded corner of the room, messy whisps branching out dangerously; an air of nonchalance and bored irreverence. Smug bastard…

And there was absolutely no mistaking the way those bright eyes illuminated his white skin in contrast, a frightening and ethereal glow shooting off of him in waves. Hajime’s chestnut-brown eyes never mimicked that terrifying iridescence, but then again, Hajime never took his life-sustaining drink from a human host. Your hands began to subconsciously shake. From fear or the itching desire to… you didn’t know, throw your arms around him, touch his cheek just once... ? You never knew with him. He was a wild thing, a beast untamable. But why the hell was he here?

Carelessly he leaned against the door frame. His tongue shot out predatorily, running along his lower lip in one fluid motion. His knuckles raised, brushing against the green of his coat and coming up to scratch the side of his face.

❘ What are you doing here?! ❘ You sent your thoughts out in waves so loud you might as well have been screaming. You knew immediately that he had taken them in, absorbing your mental cursing and inner toil like sun rays. It was a power and privilege only those of his kind who were purebred enjoyed.

He did not answer, but merely tilted his head, the corner of his lip rising in that maddening grin he always threw at you. An impish smirk hiding mischief and chaotic intentions, you were sure.

You knew it would be mere moments ‘til your flawless "boyfriend" beside you noticed his presence as well, and you feared what might become of this night that was supposed to be of celebration. Almost as if on cue, Hajime’s words halted to a stop. That evil smirk only widened, a small snort shaking the intruder’s chest.

"Nagito..." Hajime murmured through clenched teeth, his hand shooting down to grab your wrist. "He's here."

"I know..." your words shook, just loud enough for any non-human in the room to hear. Now it was time for you to be Hajime’s rock. Nagito's head bobbed, looking down at his old ripped jeans, and you saw Mr. Hinata's eye twitch before you, his vampiric hearing triggered immediately upon hearing your quiet exchange with Hajime.

Mr. Hinata followed your eyes to the back of the room, his fiery glare landing on the face of his eldest and only step-son in the shadows.

Was it too late to run back into the dressing room and never come out?

You could feel the tension in the air, a line of electricity connecting the three vampires like mental twine, ready to break at any moment. It was like watching three animals square off, sizing up their threat on a National Geographic documentary. The other Hinata coven members, all also fierce bloodsuckers in their own right, merely sat forward politely, sensing Nagito's aura but knowing better than to give him the time of day. After all, alerting the press to his presence would certainly not be a wise way to stay on Mr. Hinata’s good side.

No one outside of the family even knew about the existence of the elder brother. He was an embarrassment, a stain on Mr. Hinata’s designer tie. In the packed room, he looked so out of place, with dark, torn clothes in a sea of try-hard collared shirts and dresses. Sure, everyone who was anyone in the media world had turned up for this interview, and would also return for the opening night the next day, but everyone who was anyone never included Nagito. He made sure of that. He just had to stick out, be different, didn’t he? Even among a bunch of immortal freaks, boy… was he a freak.

Oh no, mommy remarried some rich man then got herself killed, better act like a little ungrateful little prick. Woe is me, I have super good luck that is sometimes super bad! No one understands me!!!

He sickened you, the way he did his best to destroy what he and Hajime’s family had built, all in the name of his backwards and twisted idea of “hope.” As if he didn't live like a prince because of the Hinatas’ hard work. Don’t get it twisted, you hated Mr. Hinata and would love to see the Hinata empire burn, but this company, the desire to be recognized and worth something, was all that held dear Hajime up. It was his only dream, and he deserved it. Nagito didn’t have a right to tear Mr. Hinata down if he had to wreck Hajime to do it.

He disgusted you, you’d decided months back, to make it all easier on yourself. Everything he’d done, the trouble he’d caused, the hurt he’d caused so many people. Routinely, you reinforced to yourself that you hated Nagito Komaeda

...You were disgusted by the way you… just... couldn’t hate him. It didn’t feel right. Something felt… wrong in hating him.

Your heart lurched, meeting his eyes again.

Why not? Why not just hate him, (Y/N)? Like everyone else…

Why was it so hard? You were supposed to be with Hajime. And Hajime hated Nagito. Everyone who knew Nagito hated Nagito. But… telling yourself you were anything but infatuated with that dangerous creature… was a lie. You owed everything, good and bad, to that feral, insane man.

Your nerves and the hairs on your arms pricked up like an agitated cat. Why why why? Why would he even do this? He knew what showing up here would start. He was born to start shit, to brew altercation, to cook up conflict. Maybe you should give him the benefit of the doubt? Perhaps he finally came to an event to support his darling step-brother, but the way he bore his fangs when his eyes met Hajime’s said otherwise.

❘ Leave. Just Leave. You're just here to antagonize me and I won't let you be a problem. Not today. This is my day… ❘ Hajime spat mentally, and his thoughts burned through your own and, you're sure, Nagito’s.

❘ Aren’t all the days yours, Your Majesty? ❘ Nagito’s thoughts were more severe, yet more playful, taunting, careless, a venomous snarl behind every synapse pulse.

❘ ...Leave. ❘ Hajime pulsed back in warning.

❘ ....Or what? ❘ Nagito’s own ominous threat reverberated through your cranium. You pressed a hand to your temple, an angry, stinging sensation pulsating through your head. Having a vampire read one’s mind was uncomfortable enough: feeling the slight probing and perhaps needing an aspirin after, but being the third line in a purebred pissing match… it was a call you desperately wanted to hang up on. But.. humans didn’t naturally hear a vampire’s thoughts on accident. No, you were hearing this conversation because you were meant to, someone wanted you to. You had no powers of your own, but Nagito kept you trapped in this nonverbal battle, strung up betwixt two immortal minds. You brought the back of your free hand up to your nose, wiping away a stripe of red vitality that began to flow from both nostrils. The panging inside, the angry shouting in your mind only got louder.

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A Doctor & A Vampire (Regency/Vampire au)

It had been roughly a month since Doctor Uriah Hoffman had decided to take up the offer presented to him. The Nocturne estate had greeted him in all its solitary grandeur. The grounds, covered in lush gardens of wide variety, were nestled comfortably in the middle of the woods and hills. There was a pristine lake just a brief walk away, which could be seen from the highest points of the manor, that reflected the morning sun like a brilliant mirror. With so much ample ground under the noble family’s jurisdiction, it was a biologist’s dream. And to think the eldest son had taken interest in his work, enough to sponsor him and even provide lodgings within the manor itself, was enough to make the young scholar pinch himself several times a day for the first week.

But time had passed, and he had been given full leisure of the study, the library, and free roam of the grounds. Every so many days, the young Lord Nocturne would take his tea or coffee with the doctor to inquire after his studies. They’d discuss other topics as well, of course. Music, literature, politics—the latter of which Lord Nocturne was much more educated on—were all touched upon at one point or another. It didn’t take long before Uriah found the other man’s company to be just as agreeable as the beautiful lands he owned. Perhaps more so. Which was a dangerous thought.

To be fond of men was trouble enough, but to be fond of a nobleman... Well, times and society weren’t kind to that sort of behavior. How he wished it were different. Having to dodge debutantes and their desire for proposals every social season since he had become of age had become quite the tiresome endeavor. He was glad to escape it within the halls of Nocturne estate.

But the young lord was swiftly beginning to prove steep competition for Uriah’s attention. When he caught glimpses of his dark hair and vividly blue eyes, he found it increasingly difficult to focus on whichever text or sample he had previously been pouring over. His laugh was warm and infectious during their discussions. He had an effortlessly charming smile. Uriah wondered how he hadn’t found someone to marry. Surely dozens of women had vied for his affection.

But...that wasn’t his place to question. So he poured himself ever further into his work. Botany was a tricky study, but there was no greater time than the summer, when so many blooms were coming in.

He was shut in the study late in the evening, working my lamplight at dissecting a rose he had carefully selected from the garden that afternoon. Perhaps if he learned enough about this particular specimen, he could try crossing it with another to create a hardier breed. Roses were so terribly fickle—

“Still toiling away at this late hour?”

He nearly leapt out of his skin. Uriah whirled around and stared back at the Lord, frozen by the yelp his guest had let out. And then he dissolved into laughter and leant against a bookshelf for support.

“Good God, you cry out like that and the staff will think I’ve struck you!”

“You might as well have, sneaking in on me like that!”

Uriah felt his cheeks burn as he smoothed his hair back and tried to readjust himself in his seat. Lord Nocturne wiped a tear from his eye and calmed himself.

“Sneaking? It is my manor, good sir. Perhaps I’ll sneak and slink about as I like,” he chimed, folding his arms and propping a hip against the side of the mahogany table Uriah worked on. He cocked his head, watching him continue with his careful dissection. Uriah could sense eyes on him, but kept his gaze down. Out of...shyness? Proper manners? Focus? He couldn’t tell.

“I could watch you all day,” Lord Nocturne murmured.

“Pardon?”

“Your hands. You’re quite good with them.”

That made Uriah look up, one brow quirked. The lord chuckled and tilted his chin downwards.

“Your dissections, I mean. It’s like watching an artist at work. A master at your craft.”

“Dissection is merely one minor component of the craft, my lord,” Uriah sighed, shaking his head. He deftly removed a petal and set it aside.

“Orpheus.”

“Hmm?”

“You’ve lived here for a month now. You can simply call me Orpheus.”

Uriah swallowed.

“I...would not want to be improper.”

“Oh, listen to you, more tied-up than a blushing new debutante,” he chuckled. “Improper, he says... Would it truly be so terrible to call one another by our first names, Doctor Hoffman? Aren’t we good friends by now?”

“Well, I suppose so.”

“You suppose so?”

Uriah rolled his eyes and tried not to let his smirk show too broadly.

“Are you a lord or a parrot?”

“See? Just that! You think I’d let anyone poke fun at me that way? Come now, call me Orpheus and I’ll call you Uriah.”

He sighed, shaking his head and setting his work down once more. Uriah slumped back in his chair and flung his hands up.

“Very well, it’s your manor, as you said. Orpheus.”

A genuine smile washed across the lord’s face. He truly did have a devilishly handsome smile. Uriah found it all too easy to look at.

“Very good, Uriah. I like that much better.”

“I suppose you get tired of all the formality? Is that it?”

“More or less. It can be tiring. Oh, of course, I recognize the privileges of being of noble birth, the wealth, the prestige, on and on and—well. You know,” he sighed, shooing away an imaginary fly.

“But it’s a comfort to have those who address you by name rather than title. I rather like having someone I can simply be myself with. Not ‘Young Lord Nocturne’. Just Orpheus.”

“I see,” Uriah mused, propping his head in one hand. “And who exactly is, ‘just Orpheus’, hmm? How different is he from his titled self?”

Orpheus sighed and clicked his tongue against his teeth. He turned his attention to one of the tall, wide windows that adorned the outer-facing wall of the study, approaching with languid steps. He pulled back the curtain and stared out at the wide, white moon that shone over the grounds, and the glittering stars that hung in the night sky.

“Someone who would shock proper society,” he answered at length. He glanced back over his shoulder at Uriah. “Perhaps I would shock you, as well.”

That look. Uriah wasn’t entirely innocent to a longing stare from across a ballroom floor. But he was suddenly tense. For such a smoldering gaze to come from him, from someone that charismatic and charming... It felt dangerous.

“Come,” Orpheus said, tilting his head towards the glass. “It’s a lovely night; you should look.”

Uriah held his breath for a long, quiet moment. Orpheus beckoned him over with a playful flick of the wrist. Exhaling heavily, Uriah obeyed the summons, and crossed the floor with hesitant steps. Orpheus was right; it did look like a lovely evening. The air would be warm, and the gardens’ abundant blossoms would adorn the breeze with their scent. It was the perfect night for the city’s social elites and their offspring to be dancing the hours away, toasting to newly agreed upon proposals, spreading the most recent gossip...

“It is beautiful,” Uriah consented.

“Yes. Beautiful.”

Something, he wasn’t sure what, made Uriah turn and look up at Orpheus. He was surprised to see the lord’s eyes not on the view outside, but on him instead. And so very, very intense. His blue eyes seemed to glow in the evening light away from the lamp at the table. They looked like the moon itself. Very much so. Almost...almost ethereal....

Wait, were they truly glowing?

“You...your eyes...”

His words weren’t coming easily to him. Uriah’s brow furrowed and he tried to think of the rest of the sentence he had started. He could speak perfectly well, so why could he not speak just then? And why could he not look away from those eyes? His eyes...

Uriah tried to move, to step back from the window, but his legs felt heavy, as if his boots were made of lead. He took one staggering step backwards, his spine meeting with the end of a tall bookshelf. Orpheus remained still, though his hand dropped from the curtain. His eyes retained their ethereal glow.

“Y-Your eyes...glowing...”

“Easy now,” Orpheus said softly. “Don’t fight it, you’ll hurt yourself.”

Uriah tried to support himself against the wood, hands struggling for a proper grip. He should have been afraid, but the inescapable stare of Orpheus’ eyes sent an eerie calm over him. He stared back like a timid deer, caught in a strange trap he couldn’t prossibly explain.

“What...w-what are you—“

His knees failed him, and he felt his body give in to the force of gravity. Rather than hitting the floor as expected, however, Orpheus leant forward to catch him in the bend of one arm, holding him up.

“It’s alright,” Orpheus soothed. “You’re alright. Just look at me.”

What choice did he have? Orpheus held him there, the glow of his eyes sending cognitive thoughts scattering to the farthest reaches of Uriah’s mind. His spare hand brushed the doctor’s hair back from his face, tracing the curve of his jaw, seducing him with every touch.

Uriah’s body slackened further until he was as weak and pliant as a rag doll, the lord scooping him up against his chest and carrying him from the study. Had he been able to look anywhere but up at the lord’s face, he would have noticed no staff were present in the halls. It was as if they were entirely alone. This handsome lord and him, entirely weak and defenseless. It frightened him enough that a whimper escaped.

“Hush, I won’t harm you,” Orpheus crooned, his voice like velvet. “I promise.”

The door to the lord’s chambers was open. Luxurious sheets and blankets lined a large four poster bed. Paintings and pastels hung on the walls. A gentle fire crackled in his private hearth, it’s flickering glow cast about the room. Uriah’s vision swam as Orpheus nudged the door shut.

“I know what this must look like, dear Uriah, but I promise I’m not that sort of man,” Orpheus explained, voice soft. “I simply prefer not to risk intrusion. The study provides an opportunity for such.”

Uriah felt the lord seat himself on the edge of the bed, holding him in his lap. The bedside table had several odd bottles, and a bowl of steaming water with fresh cloths set aside. Even in a more clearheaded state, Uriah couldn’t have discerned what they were all for.

He was further distracted by the loosening of his shirt collar, the fabric slipping down past his shoulder. He could feel Orpheus’s fingers brushing over his skin, stroking his collarbone and caressing his neck. He stared up at him in mute confusion.

“Be still for me, now,” Orpheus whispered. Something about his mouth caught Uriah’s attention. His teeth...they looked so very sharp...

“You won’t feel a single thing...”

Lips brushed his neck. Uriah shivered. And then he felt a gentle prick, and the warmth of Orpheus’s mouth on his skin. It all seemed to make sense, then. The glow of his eyes, the seductiveness of his voice, the pointed fangs...

He could feel the flash of Orpheus’s throat as he swallowed, the gentle stroke of his fingers in his hair as he cradled his head in one hand, the brush of his other thumb against his hand as it lay limp in his lap. Uriah could only stare blankly up at the canopy of the bed, mind and vision reverberating, his senses dulled and his body docile. But the word bounced back and forth in his mind all the same:

Vampire. Vampire. Vampire...

It felt like a strange sort of eternity before Orpheus released his throat, fangs deftly retreating from smooth skin. His tongue ran over the wound, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. Somehow, he felt weaker than he had before. How could anyone be any less defenseless than a doll? That’s what he felt like, a doll in Orpheus’s arms. He should have been terrified, and yet, as Orpheus reached across him to dampen a cloth and placed it gently against Uriah’s throat, he felt safe.

“There. Not a bit of harm done,” Orpheus whispered. “Just as I promised. And you’ve already stopped bleeding. Wonderful.”

The glow was gone from Orpheus’s eyes, but it still held power over Uriah. The young man was only barely beginning to gain back his mind, but the exhaustion of being fed off of still claimed his tongue. When he attempted to form words, all that came out was a pitiful moan. Orpheus looked down with a knowing sympathy, and exchanged his cleaning rag for one of the bottles.

“I don’t suppose you’re well enough to drink on your own? ...Hmm. Doesn’t appear so. If you’ll pardon me for this,” he sighed, deftly flicking the cork out and taking a swig.

He tilted Uriah’s head back and brought their mouths together. Had his mind been better collected, he might’ve had the sense to be embarrassed by the intimacy of the gesture, but instinct took hold instead. He drank like he hadn’t in days, his body desperate to regain its strength. By the third time, Uriah was capable of drinking straight from the bottle itself, with Orpheus’s support of course.

“W-What,” Uriah gasped weakly, “have you done to me?”

“Exhausted you, I’m afraid,” Orpheus answered apologetically.

“But that should help you get your wits back. Powerful elixir, that one. I was hoping you might not need it, but it seems I went just a little over your threshold.”

Uriah shook his head.

“You...vampire...”

“Ah, yes, well—“ Orpheus shrugged. “—there is that. But you’re still weak, precious. It’s a conversation we can have after you rest.”

Uriah wanted to protest. His hand grasped at the lord’s sleeve, only for his fingers to go slack immediately and his limb to fall back to his lap. Orpheus lifted him as easily as if he were carrying a child and flicked back the covers of the bed. He set Uriah down and unfastened his boots and the buttons of his vest, easing the garments off before pulling the blankets back over him.

“You’ll be more comfortable that way. A night’s rest should put you back in sorts.”

“O-Orpheus,” Uriah stammered, “don’t...don’t leave me like this... I can’t—if something h-happens—“

“Hush, I’m not leaving,” Orpheus interrupted. “You’re not fit to be left unattended in this state. I’ll keep watch.”

Their eyes met again, and for a moment Orpheus merely watched him, head slightly tilted. Uriah wondered what he was thinking. A part of him imagined the lord biting into his neck again, and another...another wanted to know if those fangs made kisses painful. But neither curiosity was satisfied. As Orpheus reached out a hand and brushed it along Uriah’s cheek, his eyes glowed once more.

“Sleep now, Uriah,” he whispered. “Sleep.”

The command echoed inside his head and he tried to resist. He wanted answers to his questions. But Orpheus repeated himself once more, and Uriah felt the moonlike glow of the lord’s eyes and the softness of his voice pull him down deep.

—

The bed was so warm, so soft. Were his sheets in his gifted room always so comfortable? His head shifted against the pillow and his eyes blinked open sluggishly. Strange. He didn’t remember his bed having curtains, or posts. He didn’t recall going to his bed, either. And that’s when it came flooding back. Uriah sat bolt upright with a start, kicking his legs free of the sheets and grasping for the curtain. He flung it open and looked around wildly before—

“Ah, good morning, doctor.”

Orpheus sat on a chair by the now extinguished fire, looking positively casual. His legs were crossed neatly, eyes glancing up from a little book he held in his hands, and his expression as innocent as if nothing had happened the night before. Uriah nearly fell on his face as he scrambled out of the bed. He pointed a shaking, accusatory finger at him.

“You!”

“Me?”

“Y-You bit me! You’re a—“

He froze, and then whirled on his heels, searching for—ah, there! He ran to a gilded mirror on the wall and pulled his shirt collar away from his neck, hands fumbling over his skin. Behind him, Orpheus chuckled and shook his head, snapping his book closed.

“You won’t find any evidence. I’m not some barbaric leech from the dark ages.”

“But you—y-your teeth! You had fangs! How could you not?”

“Only a careless or sadistic vampire leaves marks,” the lord explained, as if it were common knowledge. “Our teeth pierce flesh, but our tongues can heal it. Though I’m not quite sure how, exactly. Perhaps a new subject for you to study?”

“Don’t mock me! I know what you did! I know you’re a vampire!”

“I never denied it.”

“And for God’s sake, you—Hell! You undressed me!”

Uriah turned crimson as he stared down at himself in nothing but a disheveled shirt and trousers. Where was his vest? His good boots? That nice necktie his mother had sent him as a congratulatory gift! And to make matters worse, Orpheus was watching with clear and obvious amusement, smiling cheekily like a child.

“I did not strip you bare, did I? Please, if I wanted to lure you to bed, dear Uriah, I’m fairly certain I wouldn’t have need of my powers. I would have you undressing willingly without them.”

“I—“

Orpheus quirked one eyebrow, his smile turning to a smirk.

“You—You dog,” Uriah muttered. He spotted his vest at last and began redressing himself, back turned towards the lord in a last-ditch effort to win the conversation. He knew Orpheus was watching, regardless, and that only made his face feel warmer. He absolutely wouldn’t admit it, but a part of him knew Orpheus was right. If he had made advances, he wouldn’t exactly have said ‘no’.

He swore under his breath as his tie gave him trouble, and he began again for the third time. The lord sighed from his chair behind him, and rose to his feet.

“Allow me,” he offered. Uriah flinched at how suddenly Orpheus stood before him, strong hands undoing the incorrect knot and smoothing the fabric to try again. He worked much slower, to the point Uriah knew he was simply savoring the moment.

“I have a...proposition for you,” Orpheus started, his words patient and measured. “Would you care to hear it?”

Uriah exhaled through his nose.

“I don’t see how I have a choice in the matter.”

The lord’s mouth twitched upward.

“Well, my dear doctor, it seems we’re both in need of something, yes? You, a highly talented scholar in need of a benefactor for your work, and I, a noble who also so happens to be a vampire in need of blood from time to time.”

“...Go on,” Uriah prodded, still at the mercy of Orpheus’s purposefully snail-paced hands.

“Let’s say we make an arrangement, hmm? You give me just a little blood when I need it, not a drop more, and I, in turn, give you whatever you want.”

“You...want to make this a business contract of some kind?” Uriah asked hesitantly, finally daring to look up at Orpheus. The lord’s eyes were intense, smoldering. His hands finished the knot of Uriah’s tie suddenly and he tugged him closer, chin forced upwards.

“It doesn’t have to strictly be business,” he purred. “You don’t think you’re the only one tired of dodging single girls and their pushy mothers, do you?”

Uriah swallowed. He remained still, and so did Orpheus, their noses so close to touching.

“A-And...if I were to say ‘no?’”

“Oh, well, then I’d have to erase your memory of last night and you’d simply stay your originally intended time,” Orpheus answered, shrugging. Then he leaned in closer, his cheek barely brushing Uriah’s, and whispered into his ear.

“But something tells me you don’t truly want to forget.”

A shudder ran the entire length of Uriah’s spine. He stared into Orpheus’s eyes as he straightened up, charming smirk and all. Even without the glow of his eyes, or whatever supernatural charms had held him fast the night before, Uriah knew: Orpheus had him. He was utterly snared, and had no hope from Heaven or Hell of untangling himself.

“What say you then, Doctor Hoffman?”

“...Call me Uriah.”

#honestly idk what to call this really #lol #onenerdtwonagas #not an ask #uriah #freckle muffin #orpheus #starry scales #vampire au #regency au #freckles and stars #lit #lit post #text post

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horrorslashergirl · 4 years

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Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans List

Chromeskull x Reader- Hitchhiker gone wrong

Poly!Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector NSFW Headcanons

Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector - Cat got your tongue?

Poly! Chromeskull and Collector Headcanons with pregnant s/o

Chromeskull (Jesse Cromeans) x Reader- Harder, Daddy!~

Chromeskull x Reader- I wish we could stay like this forever

Frisky February Day 7 (Cock-warming) with Chromeskull

Frisky February Day 9 (Consensual Non-Con) with Chromeskull

Frisky February Day 10 (Double penetration) with Chromeskull and The Collector

Poly!Chromeskull and The Collector Headcanons Aftercare

Frisky February Day 18 (Threesome) with Chromeskull and The Collector

Frisky February Day 20 (Video Taping) With Chromeskull

Frisky February Day 22 (Collar/Leash) with Chromeskull

Frisky February Day 23 (Oral) with Chromeskull

Frisky February Day 25 (Daddy/Mommy) with Chromeskull

Frisky February Day 26 (Electricity) with Chromeskull and The Collector

Frisky February Day 28 (Exhibiton) with Chromeskull

Slashers allowing snuggles

Poly!Chromeskull and Collector Headcanons Pregnancy Ending

Chromeskull x Reader - Sulfuric Acidic Face

Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector- Heavy Duty Stress

Headcanons Chromeskull with his daughter s/o

Poly!Chromeskull and The Collector Headcanons with a blind singer s/o

Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector- Fantasy on a white sheet

Chromeskull x The Collector- Mutual Destruction

Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector- Take me out in style

Headcanons Poly! Chromeskull and The Collector with a serial killer s/o

Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector - Little Mornings

Headcanons Chromeskull with breeding kink

Slashers with their s/o giving them a lap dance part 2

Chromeskull x Killer!Reader- Let’s talk business

Poly! Chromeskull and The Collector with an obedient s/o with an abusive childhood

Poly!Chromeskull and The Collector with an eccentric serial killer s/o

Chromeskull x Reader- Another side of the coin

Poly!Chromeskull and The Collector with their future s/o digging up a grave

Chromeskull with a Pet Play Kink

Headcanons Sharing one bed with the Slashers

Chromeskull Headcanons with a naive and telekinetic s/o

Slashers with a s/o whose a squirter

Yandere Slashers with their s/o trying to escape

Slasher Headcanons with a diamond skin s/o

Poly!Chromeskull and The Collector with a blind s/o

Cock warming with Slashers

Chromeskull x Reader- Home sweet home, wife!

Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector- It’s called punishment for a reason

Poly!Chromeskull and The Collector with twin children

Chromeskull with an easily sick stubborn s/o

Chromeskull x Reader- Have a lighter?

Chromeskull x Pregnant!Reader- Another chance to start off

Chromeskull with his virgin s/o

Chromeskull with an anemic s/o

Yandere Slashers Headcanons

Chromeskull x Reader- Show me how to see

Chromeskull x Reader- Ink me up, baby!

Chromeskull with an independent/innocent girl

Slashers with a s/o who outsmarts them

Slashers with a vampire s/o

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans with a Cop!Reader

Slashers with a s/o who help them kill

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans with a laid-back, affectionate s/o

Slashers with their s/o sending a provocative picture

Slashers reaction to a clumsy s/o

Slashers seeing the outline of their dick while they fuck their s/o

Chromeskull as a single father of a girl

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans x Reader- Charming ways

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans x Reader- Try it, doesn’t hurt

Slashers playing cat&mouse chase with their s/o as foreplay

Slasher Headcanons with a s/o who likes torture

Slashers with a s/o who has anger issues

Chromeskull x Blind!Reader- Not all heroes have capes

Chromeskull x Mute!Reader- ‘Not on the first date’

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans Fic. The Job of a Daddy is never done

Poly!Chromeskull and The Collector kidnapping a quiet albino Reader

Chromeskull x Reader- There she comes breaking bones

Chromeskull x Reader- Silky Black Moments

Chromeskull x Reader- You leave me all hanging

Chromeskull x Reader- A diamond couldn’t do justice

Chromeskull x Reader - XOXO

Chromeskull x Reader- Home sweet home, wife! Part 2

Chromeskull x Reader- Single almost 40s killer again

Slashers with a s/o who shouts out in Japanese when she’s angry

Chromeskull x Reader- Gucci, Gucci! Spoil me

Poly!Chromeskull and The Collector with a s/o who’s has a twin

Yandere!Chromeskull x Reader- Stockholm Reject

Chromeskull with a 4′11 s/o Headcanons

Slashers Asking Questions

Chromeskull x Child!Reader- Daddy Figure? Hell No!

Chromeskull x Reader- “My heart will go on”

Slashers knocked out by their s/o with a pillow

Slashers with a s/o who wears lolita fashion

Slashers with a Goddess s/o

Chromeskull x Pregnant!Reader- Another chance to start off Part 2

Chromeskull x Reader- I’m not a kid!

Chromeskull x Chubby!Reader- ‘I know I am mute, but are you blind?’

Slashers with a sweet/angelic s/o with PTSD

Chromeskull x Pregnant!Wife!Reader- Gentle my ass

Slashers with a s/o with a major in psychology

Poly!Chromeskull and The Collector comforting their s/o

Slashers making up to their s/o

Chromeskull x Reader-Toy cars and Little fella

Chromeskull Headcanons with a Fragile S/O

Chromeskull x Reader- Another chance to start off Part 3

Chromeskull Fic: Princess

Slashers with a s/o who has angel wings

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans with a neko s/o

Chromeskull x Reader- ‘You will be the death of me’

Chromeskull x Reader- ‘It’s not professional!’

How is Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans so rich?

Chromeskull x Albino!Reader- As beautiful as a rose

Poly!Chromeskull and The Collector with a demigod daughter of Persephone

Chromeskull x Reader- ‘Women are disposable’

Slashers finding their s/o singing

Slashers with a confident s/o

Slashers with a very brave s/o

Slashers with a s/o who can read minds

Slasher meeting their shapeshifter s/o

Chromeskull x Reader- I’m not a kid! Part 2

Chromeskull x Reader- Sweet Blackmail

Chromeskull x Reader- “Curse these shoes!“

Slashers with a Hitman Woman

Chromeskull with a male s/o Headcanons

Chromeskull x Reader- Single Ballerina

Slashers with a kinky s/o

A Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans x Preston Fanfiction

Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector- Don’t boss around killers

Chromeskull x Single!Mother!Reader- ‘Jackpot’

Slashers with a s/o who call them ‘Mr. Psychopath’

Slashers with an aggressive vampire s/o

Slashers with a killer s/o

Yandere Slashers with a male s/o that managed to always escape them

Slasher with a s/o who likes to wear their clothes

Poly!Chromeskull and The Collector with a s/o who loves big dogs

Slashers finding out their s/o is pregnant

Slashers with a magical creature s/o

Genderbend Slashers Headcanons

Chromeskull x Reader-’Leave your hat on’

Slashers with a s/o with a major in business

Slashers with a s/o who cannot feel physical pain

Chromeskull with a s/o who has back pains

Slasher developing an obsession for someone (You)

Chromeskull x Reader- Kill a sweat

NSFW Alphabet Chromeskull

Female!Chromeskull x Male!Reader- Reborn

Chromeskull x Ghostface!Reader- “Playing with the bad boys“ PART 1

Chromeskull x Cop!Reader x The Collector Part 1

Chromeskull x Cop!Reader x The Collector Part 2

Chromeskull x Cop!Reader x The Collector Part 3

Chromeskull x Cop!Reader x The Collector Part 4

Chromeskull x Cop!Reader x The Collector Part 5

Chromeskull x Ghostface!Reader- “Playing with the bad boys“ PART 2

Chromeskull x Reader- Insecurities at their best

Chromeskull x Cop!Reader x The Collector Part 6

Chromeskull x Cop!Reader x The Collector Part 7

Chromeskull x Cop!Reader x The Collector Part 8

Chromeskull x Cop!Reader x The Collector Part 9

Chromeskull x Cop!Reader x The Collector Part 10

Chromeskull x Reader x The Collector (+Spann)

Chromeskull x Reader- Vulnerability

Chromeskull x Reader- Playing Therapy

Slashers with a sarcastic s/o

Chromeskull x Reader- Farewell Job

Chromeskull x Reader- Don Julio and Childish Flaws

Jealousy and Stealing Cars- A Chromeskull x The Collector Fic.

Chromeskull x Reader- Dating tips from Chromeskull

Chromeskull x Reader- Caring Gentleness

Sugar Daddy!Chromeskull x Reader- Exclusively Deal Part 1

Sugar Daddy!Chromeskull x Reader- Exclusivley Deal Part 2

Sugar Daddy!Chromeskull x Reader- Exclusivley Deal Part 3

Sugar Daddy!Chromeskull x Reader- Exclusivley Deal Part 4

Chromeskull x Reader- You don’t dip the pen in the company ink

Sugar Daddy!Chromeskull x Reader- Exclusivley Deal Part 5

Chromeskull x Singer!Reader- Show me how you burlesque

Chromeskull x Tattoo Artist!Reader- Guilty Pleasures

Slashers Angst Scenarios with their s/o

Chromeskull x Reader- Sin with me

The Collector x Reader x Chromeskull- Hazardous Toxicity

Random Headcanons

Chromeskull x Succubus!Reader- Profesional Encounters

Chromeskull x Tattoo Artist!Reader- Guilty Pleasures Part 2

Chromeskull x Reader- A first Halloween

Chromeskull x Reader- Another chance to start off Part 4

Chromeskull x Reader X The Collector- Happy Marriage and Succesful Parenthood

Chromeskull x Reader- Freakish Proposition

Chromeskull x Reader- Fantasy to Reality

Chromeskull x Reader- Future Parents?

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans General Headcanons

Slashers with a witchy s/o

Chromeskull x Teenage!Reader (Platonic)

Chromeskull x Reader- The scars that reunited

Chromeskull x Reader- Half of me

The Collector x Reader x Chromeskull- The Female Anatomy

Kinky December Day 4: Fireplace Sex with Chromeskull

Kinky December Day 9: Strapon with Chromeskull

Kinky December Day 13: Creampie with Chromeskull

Kinky December Day 15: Strip-tease with Chromeskull

Kinky December Day 20: Role Revesal with Chromeskull

Kinky December Day 22: Lap Dance with Chromeskull

Kinky December Day 23: Tattoo and Teasing with Chromeskull

Kinky December Day 28: Red Lipstick with Chromeskull

Kinky December Day 30: Begging with Chromeskull

Kinky December Day 31: New Year Sex with Chromeskull

Sugar Daddy!Chromeskull x Reader- Exclusivley Deal Part 6

Chromeskull x Reader- Hotel Room Service NSFW

Sugar Daddy!Chromeskull x Reader- Exclusivley Deal Part 7

Slashers with Knife and Blood Play

#Jesse Cromeans #Laid to rest #Chromeskull #Masterlist

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wallwriterstuff · 4 years

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If you're available I would love to see a Twilight request! The reader has a one or two year old child. She falls asleep with the child in a nearby playpen napping as well. Edward, Jacob or Emmett(Or even the Cullen family returning home from a hunt) arrive and find the child awake, out of their playpen, face covered with marker marks and in the process of coloring sleeping mom's legs. Thank you so much in advance!💖💖

So this took a while because I really struggled to think of a way to write this at first, but I finally got an idea I was happy with because it combines a cute request with some quality Emmett and Rosalie fluff! I hope you enjoy it chickadee :D

Dream A Little Dream

Words: 2756

Warnings: None, just a simple bit of fluff!

Summary: Emmett needs a reprieve from Rosalie’s temper tantrum, so he goes to check on a DIY project, only to find someone else is living their dream.

“C’mon Rose, talk to me, just tell me-“

“Get out Emmett!”

The door had slammed between them before he could dare say another word, but Emmett was nothing if not persistent. He had spent 66 years married to the woman after all and if he had learned anything from that experience, it was that Rosalie’s temperament was as precarious as an unweighted seesaw - he was confident she’d be cuddling him by tonight.

“Babe.” He rapped his knuckles against the door to the garage but the only reply he received was the loud and sudden blast of a bassline from the CD player. His eyes rolled and he puffed out his cheeks, exhaling in a huff and turning away from the garage to leave his wife to cool off. Edward remained seated at the piano, grinning down at the keys while his fingers diligently moved across the ivory keys.

“No, I have no idea what’s wrong with her.” His voice drifted through from the music room, carrying on the sweet notes of the song he’d composed. He hadn’t played for quite a while but it was a nice, soothing change to listen to the melody he plunked out, Alice’s sugary soprano harmonising beautifully with the key he played in. Emmett scowled in his general direction, moving through the house towards the front door.

“Where are you going?” Carlisle’s voice made him stop and turn, his hand on the door handle.

“Out. Rose needs space.” He answered. Carlisle’s brow furrowed, his expression troubled. Emmett couldn’t quite understand it himself. He had never really seen the downsides to vampirism, not when it had gifted him an eternity with his very own angel, not when it came with the added perks of agility and strength and speed he could only have ever dreamed of in his human days. He didn’t have it in to lament for his soul or whatever the rest of them seemed to do. They were vampires, and vampires drank blood – accidents were inevitable. So what if the Swan girl fell prey to Edward’s temptations? They moved on and returned in a few decades when the memory of her had faded, as they had done before and would no doubt do again.

It really wasn’t rocket science! They all knew the laws and neither option was a particularly bad one to him. Either Edward got a good meal, or he had a chance at finding his epic love, his Rosalie, and he might stop brooding for the first time in over a century. Rosalie’s desire to kill the girl was understandable but so was Edward’s urge to protect her, but Emmett didn’t need to be Alice to know there was no future in all the realms of probability that could ever exist where Bella Swan would grow old and grey. Isabella was destined to die one way or another.

“Be safe.” Carlisle’s words made him snort, a smug grin crossing his lips as he opened the door.

“Me be safe? I’m the most dangerous thing out there.” He quipped. Emmett left without looking back. The forest flew past him in what should have been a blur of greens and murky browns, but his eyes saw every detail. Each crack in the bark, the dew glistening on cobwebs, the smallest of insects scuttling up the stems of leaves…it was all a gift to him. He would kill for Rose to see the beauty in it all as he did but she never would. Rose had had all her dreams taken from her by Carlisle long ago, and she was forever going to be bitterly frozen, trapped in her own cycle of self-loathing. He’d burn the world if it put the faintest smile on her face; had taken her to the most incredible places with the most astounding views, bought jewellery so expensive it made even the richest men shudder in disgust at his actions. The one thing that would make his love truly happy was the one thing he could never give her, but he had been thinking of ways to at least soften the heartache.

There was a house (a small ramshackle thing a few miles out from their own sleek residence) that he’d visited once or twice. He’d taken photos and done some minor fixing up of the place, making sure the roof no longer leaked, that the walls were weather-proof and so on. Emmett had laid floors, plastered walls…he’d made the small house viable once more and the only thing he had yet to do was take down a portioning wall between what he envisioned would be the kitchen and lounge space. It would be his anniversary gift to Rosalie, a place she could truly make her own, where she could build her own home. There may not be little feet pattering on the wooden floors, but he could give her two out of three couldn’t he? Renew their vows so they were confirmed husband and wife once more, help build her a home…

He slowed when he neared the site, his nose twitching. Emmett inhaled deeply, an odd mix of smells drifting up his nose. He didn’t remember peonies, and…was that lavender? Emmett approached his little project cautiously, straining all his senses to read his environment, predatorial instincts rising to the surface. A heartbeat, odd rhythm…no, two heartbeats? One slower, one faster, neither the same sort of pace or rhythm as any animal roaming the woods. Humans then? Emmett frowned deeply, struggling to understand why hikers would come all the way out here as he picked his way over the tree roots trying to trip him up, hand dragging over moss covered bark.

A billow of white was the first thing he saw, a sheet in the light breeze. It fluttered, surrounded by bright coloured clothes much too small to be adult sizes, and damp towels. There had been a brief moment of sun this morning but Emmett still had to scoff. Whoever had stolen his project from him was clearly no native to Forks or they’d have known better than to hang their laundry on the line at the slightest bit of sun. Sunshine rarely lasted in Forks. Emmett paused, looking at the fence now enclosing the house he had transformed with his own bare hands. He definitely hadn’t put that up, nor did he recall painting a fence bright green. He hadn’t installed a laundry line either but someone had driven that stake into the ground, the line coming from some sort of contraption nailed into the exterior of the house.

Someone was definitely living in his DIY project, and he was not-

“Shhhhh!”

Emmett was paralysed briefly by the little giggle that followed. It was a soft sound, full of innocence he could never recall having, and it came attached to the sound of scratching and squeaking. His brows pulled low over golden irises, his body moving of its own accord. It had to be a child, but who would leave a child alone in front of their house? Was it even supervised? His curiosity had piqued and though he wanted to be frustrated he just couldn’t be. Maybe Rose wouldn’t ever get to live in this house with him but someone else had clearly made it their home, someone who had achieved the dream Rose had always wanted. He wasn’t quite sure how he had managed it but he had to sigh, because only he could attempt to resolve his wife’s bitter disposition and end up adding to it instead.

He didn’t recognise her. From the exterior alone Emmett could tell that in the few weeks it had been since he’d last visited this place, she’d put a lot of effort into making the house a home. The outside had a fresh lick of paint, the windows clean and windowpanes a freshly painted grey, the front door a bright green to match the fence surrounding the house. A wooden picnic table had been added just in front of the kitchen window, and she was sat folded over with her head resting on her arms, eyes closed and skin peppered with goosebumps. Stray wisps of hair blew about her face as his eyes tracked down her figure, noting the gentle, even breathing and the way her eyes twitched about under their lids in her sleep. Beneath the picnic table was the source of the musical laughter.

Emmett crouched, forearms resting on his knees and lips curling into a small smirk as he watched a curly haired little boy press a marker pen to her leg, scribbling a design into her skin. She didn’t even appear close to waking, but the temperature had dropped and clearly the little boy had escaped from the playpen across from the picnic table, the door open and the locking mechanism snapped, paper strewn about the garden by the breeze. Emmett could see the dirt under her fingernails as he got closer, a pair of gardening gloves on her opposite side. She’d clearly done her laundry and a bit of gardening while the sun was out, leaving her son to play in his playpen, but the little boy had seen an opportunity once she’d fallen asleep and took it.

He had the cutest little dimples when he smiled, green eyes shining bright with mischief. Emmett chuckled lowly, zipping about the garden to clean up the papers he’d spotted before approaching the picnic table and clearing his throat.

“Excuse me, miss? Miss?” he called. Her eyes fluttered open, confusion evident in them for a second before she jumped, straightening in her seat and watching him with wary eyes. Emmett watched her glance to the playpen, her eyes widening. He could hear the way her heartbeat leapt in her chest, the panic stricken expression she wore telling.

“Oh my – no no no –“

“Erm Miss? Don’t panic, he’s under the table.” Emmett smiled, flashing his own dimples in an effort to calm her. He was a naturally unnerving being after all and most humans tended to be either hopelessly attracted to him or deathly afraid – there wasn’t really an in between. She whipped her legs out from under the picnic table, moving so swiftly Emmett was left in awe. She very quickly scooped her son out form under the table and swung him onto her hip, cradling him close and closing her eyes. Her heartbeat began to calm, her breathing growing less rapid now she knew where her boy was.

“Oh god, thank you. I…I guess I fell asleep, the weather was a lot nicer earlier,” She shivered a bit, hand cradling the back of her sons head until he wriggled in her grip. “Not now baby just – really? Oh Damian!” she groaned exasperatedly. Emmett watched amusedly as she licked her thumb and rubbed furiously at his cheek.

“No Mama! No!” the boy cried, squirming in her grip. His face was covered in marker pen, a mixture of blacks and blues and pinks all swirling over his cheeks and down his nose. Emmett couldn’t help but chuckle.

“He’s a real mischief maker huh? He got your leg to.” He informed her. She looked down to her leg with another soft groan, her cheeks turning pink.

“Sounds about right. Have you ever tried to renovate with children?” she questioned, shaking her head. Emmett shook his head, his eyes stuck on the little boy. He shared his mother’s dark hair though not her eyes. Emmett wanted to be upset his plans for Rose’s anniversary surprise had fallen through, but he had been stupid enough to not check the market for this property and it had gone to someone who clearly needed it, though the property was fairly out of the way and an odd choice for a young woman and her child. She seemed intent on making it somewhere nice to live for them both though, and for that he couldn’t fault her.

“Never had any of my own, but your boy sure is a handsome guy. I did renovate this place though, I’m glad it went to someone who needed it.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. Her eyes widened, the surprise in them obvious.

“Oh! It was you! The real estate agent said they had no clue who had started the renovation’s, but it didn’t stop them selling it to me…we didn’t know it was taken.” She bit her lip, hoisting her son higher up on her hip. Damian was still wriggling slightly, looking up at Emmett with wide, curious eyes. It was clear what she was worrying about it, but Emmett shook his head, hands held up before her.

“It’s yours, really, me and my wife live nearby, this was a second property we didn’t really need. It wasn’t like I checked it was for sale or anything either, you won it fair and square.” He promised. The relief was palpable in her eyes as her son squirmed again. She set him down, hand running through his curls briefly before he darted back into the house. She watched him go with a small smile.

“Well I’d be happy to give you the tour of the place, if you like? Show you what I’ve done with it Mr….”

“Cullen, Emmett Cullen.” He introduced himself with a nod, knowing his frigid skin would put her off if he dared shake her hand, and he didn’t want to put her off. Emmett’s brain was spinning a hundred miles an hour, and he was starting to form a plan. Rose might not get to live in the house, but she could spend time perhaps with the one thing she wanted more than anything. Her smile brightened.

“Y/N L/N. Maybe if you give us a little time to clean up first you could drop by later? Neighbours seem rare out here, it’ll be nice to know someone.” She admitted, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Emmett tilted his head slightly, glancing up at the house.

“Yeah. Yeah I er, would you mind if I bought my wife to? She had plans for this place, think she’ll enjoy seeing how you designed it for yourselves.” He said. She didn’t hesitate to nod and he tried his best not to feel too pleased with himself.

“Of course!” she agreed, and with a time organised between them Emmett sped off home to barrel his way into the garage. Rose was stuck beneath a car still, her BMW to be precise, though Emmett could never fathom what exactly she found to tune up on that thing – he was sure she spent more time under the car than under him. When she didn’t respond to his tapping on the hood, he pulled on her legs till she wheeled out, her expression sour and a smudge of grease across her cheek.

“Emmett.” She huffed. Emmett grinned down at her, completely unperturbed by her pouty glare.

“Rose. Come on, shower, dress up, do whatever it is you do, we got an appointment to keep.” He told her. Rose’s glare was enhanced by the way her nose wrinkled.

“An appointment? Emmett I swear if you’re trying to get me to go to marriage counselling again-“

“I’m trying to make you smile again.” He groaned exasperatedly. Her expression fell immediately, her golden irises softening from hardened topaz to gooey caramel. Emmett sighed, pulling her to her feet and reeling her in close. She was made for him, her body fit perfectly in his hands, against his. She was his shining light but she had been so dim since Bella had come to Forks.

“Emmett-“

“Rose, babe…I know you. I only have eyes for you. Who cares about some human? This family is immortal, we’ll survive it like we’ve survived everything else that comes our way. For one afternoon, just one, can I please, please have my wife back?” he pressed his forehead to hers, running a hand up and down her back. Rose remained tense for a while, but slowly her arms wound around his torso.

“What did you have in mind monkey man?” she tilted her chin, her lips a fraction of a centimetre from his own. Emmett’s smile returned.

“How’s about I take you to meet a really cute baby?”

By the end of the afternoon, seeing Rose smile at the young boy in her arms while he pretended to admire the newly fitted kitchen in Y/N’s house, Emmett started to understand what made her dream so beautiful, and so painful to wake from.

#twilight #twilight fanfiction #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #cullen family #emmett x rosalie #reader #Emmett is an absolute dumbo but he loves his wife #Rosalie is just stubborn #I bet he's really good at DIY secretly #this man knows plumbing like Mario

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chaosangel767 · 3 years

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Lullaby OC’s: The Diamonds

Lullaby Masterlist II Neutral OC’s II The Clubs II Extra OC’s

Introductions to the All female Officer Army - The Diamonds

Azure Cantu: The Short but Passionate King of Diamonds and Protector of Lullaby

Age: 22

Pairing: Ray Blackwell

Description: She’s the shortest out of all the armies, with black hair that has colorful streaks that change depending on her mood or element she uses. Her eyes are heterochromatic, one silver and the other gold. Her skin is pale with freckles, and four moles make a diamond under each of her eyes. She likes Victorian or steampunk dresses in black or red, with roses as accents. Her style could be described as ‘gothic Lolita’. Black knee-high combat boots are always seen on her no matter what, even at formal gatherings.

Summary: Having been born into the Cantu family, she was always destined to be the King of Diamonds. From the age of four, she’s been practicing with blades and weapons. She passed at the top of her class in Diamond Academy, and started choosing her officers as they all started passing the school as well. She’s very passionate about protecting Lullaby, and will do anything to protect her citizens. She is quite close with the children of the other four original families that came to Lullaby: Aspen, Soleil, Venus, and Divinate.

Serenity Aspen: The Kind and Butterfly-like Queen of Diamonds and Head of the Barrier Branch

Age: 25

Pairing: Lancelot Kingsley

Description: Her skin is tanned and flawless, minus a birthmark on her arm. Her hair is dark brown with caramel highlights, and usually kept up in a high ponytail or braid. She’s tall and lanky, but toned.

Summary: Like Azure, Serenity’s been groomed from a young age to become the Queen of Diamonds. She’s mastered all of the blunt weapons at her disposal, preferring to not draw blood. She is alright with a blade and can defend herself if the need arises. She has a natural aura that draws people to her, and is considered the ‘mom’ of the Diamonds. She’s always been a bit protective of her little brother, but lets him live his life who he wants, as long as he promises not to die before her. She’s like a butterfly, between being the Queen of Diamonds and working as the Head of the Barrier Branch of the IOM.

Lunarye Star: The Reserved and Kind Jack of Diamonds

Age: 25

Pairing: Edgar Bright

Description: She has flawless olive skin minus a mole on her left cheek. She possesses amber gold eyes and has long wavy black hair streaked with a varying amount of blue, purple and teal streaks. She likes wearing white button ups and loose blue skirts, one that allows her easy movement. Prefers her hair down with just a headband keeping it out of her face.

Summary: Calm and reserved, she is the older of a set of twins. She is the exact opposite of her sister, the Ace of Diamonds, in every way. Preferring to use dual blades among other weapons, she can catch air currents and move earth to make her swords look like an elegant deadly dance. Not originally from Lullaby she wishes nothing more than for Lullaby and Cradle to reach an agreement. Fun fact: despite being twins with Solaria, they’re technically considered born on different days since Lunarye was born a few minutes before midnight while Solaria was born after midnight, therefore different days but the same night.

Mei Venus: The Girly and Fashionable Ten of Diamonds

Age: 26

Pairing: Aro Shielde

Description: Pale and fair skin that every girl envies, she looks just like a K-pop idol. Big warm gray eyes, a button nose, full rosy lips, and supple cheeks. Everyone is attracted to her looks, be it a girl or a boy. Her hair is originally black, but she’s dyed it a warm brown. It falls around her shoulders in fluffy waves. Mei might be the only girl in the Diamonds Army who always wears makeup and looks as if she’s on a runway instead of an army. She can pull off any look, from the sweet, innocent girl to the mature, sexy lady, to the messy college-girl look, and to the rich, high-end noble lady. Her makeup skills are scary, she can even pass off as other people form a distance. She’s the only one who can pull off fighting in stilettos. It scares all the other officers.

Summary: Despite being born into the Venus family, one of the original five families that founded Lullaby and the family in charge of producing the Ten of Diamonds, she’s always loved fashion instead of fighting. From a young age, she aspired to be a fashion designer, and it didn’t help that her aunt was a fashion fanatic and a famous fashion critic. And so, to please both her mother who wanted her to be an officer and her inner self that wanted to pursue fashion, she’s incorporated both into her daily military life. She requires all her ladies to look presentable, whether it’s just making sure their hair is neat and straightened or putting on full-glam makeup. Her fighting style is also unique, elegant and beautiful instead of being a fierce battle. Quite captivating.

Saiya Shade: The Official Night Owl and Vampiric Nine of Diamonds

Age: 26

Pairing: Avi Gatilin

Description: Dark skin with piercing emerald eyes. She has dyed black hair that is usually up in a ponytail out of the way. She is lean and very toned. She wears a lot of black out of uniform, preferring to cover up as much skin as possible. She prefers trousers to skirts or a dress and doesn’t like heeled combat boots. Her only “girly” accessory is the moonflower pin in her hair she constantly wears as a reminder of who she is and her top priority.

Summary: The daughter of two night mission based officers, Saiya was conditioned for nightlife. Only awake from the hours of 4pm - 8am, she runs one of the night units. She loves the darkness, embracing her dark/nature elements, and using the combo as a perfect advantage to be a sneak and informant. She comes off as a hardass and scary, but she is secretly a sweetheart who knows all about what happens at night, and behind closed doors.

Floria Hanshaw: The Gentle and Pacifist Eight of Diamonds

Age: 26

Pairing: Married to Kayne Hanshaw

Description: Tanned skin that used to be ivory, she is short and curvy. She has blonde hair that varies depending on the amount of sun it sees and light jade eyes. She wears a lot of ruffles and cottage core dresses. She always dresses gracefully and looks incredibly sweet. She bounces between both the skirt and pants version of the uniform. Always wearing flat boots so she doesn’t sink in the mud.

Summary: A sweet and gentle soul, Floria has an air about her that causes people and animals to flock to her for comfort. She is very sweet and gentle, rarely ever getting mad, unless Lullaby, or her family is threatened. Married to the three of Clubs and has a daughter named Lily. She is extremely charismatic and is considered the ‘ideal’ housewife.

Iris Breeze: The Naïve and Blind Seven of Diamonds

Age: 22

Pairing: Luka Clemence

Description: Flawless ivory skin with black hair, streaked in rainbow. She’s tall, toned, with curves for days. Her eyes are pure white, but rainbows dance in them whenever she uses magic or her abilities. She usually wears the Diamonds uniform with the skirt and kitten heels, rainbow colored accents everywhere. In her hair is a diamond hair clip that can reflect light in rainbows. It can store light for her to use in battle.

Summary: Iris has a hint of naivety to her, a naivety and innocence, as if she hasn’t ever seen the terrors of the world. That’s a lie. Her sight was stolen from her before she was rescued by Lullaby, it was only because Serenity took her under her wing that Iris was able to adjust to life blind. She can see light and shadows, and has the ability to see the magical auras around her. Even those who aren’t born with magic give off faint auras for her to locate. Her blades have rainbow magic flowing through them. With her light and air abilities, she can create illusions to disorient her enemies. They have no effect on her, since she’s blind.

Amari Darra: The Gun Maniac and Hot Headed Six of Diamonds

Age: 24

Pairing: Fenrir Godspeed

Description: She is extremely little and lithe at only 5’4”. She is much stronger than she looks though and has bright baby blue eyes. Platinum blond ringlets are kept out of her face with a red headband. She wears a lot of bright Lolita dresses, gravitating toward red, orange and gold prints. She pairs her look with white stockings and matching flats. For her uniform she wears black fingerless gloves, heeled boots and trousers with a cropped officer jacket.

Summary: An absolute ball of chaos, she is hyper, energetic and friendly. Her friendly personality draws people in and makes her really easy to get along with. She is a firecracker when set off though and has quite a temper when her friends are in danger and will do anything to protect them. In uniform though she is an extremely skilled fighter. Preferring guns, she summons twin gold pistols that shoot any type of bullet she summons. Her bullets always leave a silver residue behind, whether the target is dead or alive. Has limited missions with the Aces because those three are too chaotic together.

Elizabeth Leilani: The Shy and Angelic Five of Diamonds Medic

Age: 23

Pairing: Harr Silver

Description: Average with curves and is really strong. She has Emerald eyes hidden behind silver round glasses and is pale with a ton of freckles across her cheeks. Long, auburn hair is pulled back in two French braids. She wears emerald green dresses with black heels and stockings. She always has a messenger bag with first aid supplies and extra crystals. She likes the uniform skirt and flats, choosing to trade in her officer jacket for a lab coat with her medals and crystals.

Summary: The best healer in Lullaby, Elizabeth is an extremely strong hybrid, using nature, light and water elements. She is incredibly timid, with a calm aura about her. She will never take a life, and heals anyone no matter who they are or what they’ve done. She is very devoted to nature, being a vegetarian due to a meat allergy. Her brother is the Jack of Clubs and she worries endlessly for him.

Isabella Wynter: The Cold and Serious Four of Diamonds

Age: 26

Pairing: Jacob Raven

Description: She is an average 5’5” with a bit of muscle and icy, glacier blue eyes. Her hair is naturally black, but she dyes it a platinum blonde. She wears basic casual clothes, usually opting for trousers over a skirt or dress. She likes the non heeled combat boots and always wears black leather gloves.

Summary: She is very cold and serious, barely warming up to anyone. She has a fierce loyalty to Lullaby and will protect it no matter what. She is good with verbal fights, always knowing how to hurt the worst with her words. She is proficient in many types of weapons, often testing them out for Jacob. A bit of a tsundere, but the Lullaby officers know she means well and let her show her affections in her own way.

Sylvia Pointe: The Elegant and Deadly Three of Diamonds

Age: 26

Pairing: Jonah Clemence

Description: flawless fair skin that tans easily, but doesn’t have a blemish in sight. She is tall (5’7”) and lanky with muscles in her arms and legs. Her long dirty blonde hair with peach tips is usually up in a silver ribbon and out of her face. She wears high end dresses and silver heels out of uniform. In uniform she opts for flat combat boots and trousers.

Summary: She is very calm and reserved, elegant and poised at all times. She was a perfect lady and it shows in everything she does. She is a massive perfectionist, and very rarely loses her cool. She is very passive aggressive, but non confrontational. She is the best swordsman in Lullaby and her moves are elegant and poised, looking like a quick deadly dance.

Violette Mercia: The Mysterious and Mature Two of Diamonds

Age: 23

Pairing: Loki Genetta

Description: Her hair is raven black, but there are a few purple streaks through it, to match with her name, Violette. Her eyes are a rare, silver color, something you don’t come across every day. She’s tanned and her skin is flawless, minus a few scars here and there. She isn’t fond of heels but does like wearing purple colored gothic dresses and outfits.

Summary: Drop her in the middle of nowhere and she’ll be able to survive perfectly fine. That’s an ability that a lot of officers are puzzled about. How does she know which plants are poisonous in the Forbidden Forest as though she lived there her whole life? It’s a mystery. With a mature and serious personality, she seems hard to get along with, but has a hidden playful side that only a certain few (wink wink, nudge nudge) can bring out. She has a soft side for children at the IOL, and is quite close to the IOL Dean, Axel Divinate.

Solaria Star: The Chaotic and Feisty Ace of Diamonds

Age: 25

Pairing: Dynite Spark

Description: Similar to her sister, she has olive skin with a mole on her right cheek. Her normally long black hair is streaked with all shades of orange, red and yellow, reflecting fire. She likes wearing black and gold steampunk skirts and corsets. The skirts have to fall above her knees and she will not wear a dress unless forced too. She keeps a holster on each thigh no matter what. One for her summoned gun and one for her tranquilizer. Her uniform is trousers and heeled combat boots.

Summary: She is the exact opposite of her twin. She is loud, wild and charismatic. She loves to spar and cannot sit still. She has a quick temper and is feisty when riled up. She is extremely protective of Lullaby and is not allowed to run missions with the Ace of Clubs because they are too chaotic together. She was ranked after graduating the Diamond Academy at the top of her class, beating everyone including her sister. She uses fire and air, becoming an extremely destructive force when riled up, changing her style to keep opponents on her toes. Fun fact: despite being twins with Lunarye, they’re technically considered born on different days since Solaria was born a few minutes after midnight while Lunarye was born before midnight, therefore different days but the same night.

#Ikemen Revolution #ikerev #Lullaby AU #Ikerev Oc's #The Forgotten Half of Cradle #The Diamonds #All Female Officers

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What time can fix (A Beliath drabble)

Plot: Beliath kisses Eloise but does not get the reaction he was going for - depressed!Eloise tries to reject her vampire

(it's something that has been going through my mind lately and I just wanted to bring it onto paper, so its kinda self-indulgy ∩(︶▽︶)∩ if you find any errors don't be shy on pointing them out)

Warning: depressive self-deprecating thoughts (aka my general mindset) ⸂⸂⸜(രᴗര๑)⸝⸃⸃

Word count: 1,2 k

The dance had ended, but Beliath did not step away from her yet. Quite the opposite, he pulled her even closer so she had to arch her back to still look at his face. He had been patient with his courting, but in the heat of the moment, with the music and the moving bodies around them, he allowed himself to take the risk. With a single fingertip he tilted her head up just a bit, for him to comfortably capture her mouth, and silence any attempts of protest.

His lips were soft and tempting. Not too aggressive with just the right amount of passion - prove of his experience - making her crave more. The taste in her mouth, his taste, left her lightheaded, and she wondered if this was something that came with his origin or if it was just him. His roaming hands were gentle, the caresses almost too innocent given the role he was usually portraying himself as. They belonged to a man who was her personification of charm and sex appeal. And she almost caught herself lean in to try and intensify the kiss. Almost.

Wake up little girl. You're a joke. You don't deserve his love. You don't deserve him...

A lone tear slid down her cheek. It was right, the voice in her head, that even in a moment like this, kept her from forgetting. Her chest tightened in fear, of the chaos, the disappointment and dispute that was to come should she prove herself unable to end this mess before it was too late.

The heat that his partner was suddenly emitting was far beyond embarrassment and untypical for a lack of oxygen too. He felt her mood swift and broke the kiss carefully, not to startle her.

"Eloise? What's wrong?" his voice was molten silk in her ears, calm, caring, confused.

She opened her eyes that had been pressed closed, in hopes that it would shut out the cruel truth. For a few seconds there was silence between them, as Eloise took some breaths to steady her voice and keep it from breaking upon the first syllables. It gave her the time to go through her head on a search for the right words, ones that would not hurt him, ones that would keep him in arms reach, but far enough from her. She sounded hesitant, and questioning when she had finally chosen what she deemed most fitting.

"I... I don't think that this is a direction we should take."

Beliath blinked in surprise, "Direction?"

Eloise freed her hands and gently, but with a determined expression crossed by wet streams, shoved him away to create some distance. Just far enough so she would move freely. Only to make a surrounding gesture at... Everything. And when she spoke there was a certainty in her words that made her doubt if it was even her who was speaking. "Us. This. It's... I am not the woman you are looking for."

Bel signed in relief.

"Darling," his face was lit up by a whole-hearted, reassuring smile "you are the most beautiful rose, no other girl can hold anything to you , there is absolutely nothing you have to worry about." Every word was earnest, she could feel his love through their bond, flattering like an excited bird. It was amazing to sense his emotions so strong and clear. She wished to preserve this moment, so Eloise knew what needed to be done.

"I want you to be happy Béliath. And I don't trust myself to achieve this?"

The grimace that was supposed to be a happy expression. She was happy, at the thought of her vampire enjoying life to the fullest, finding another purpose, someone that was not her. A touch distracted her mind and pulled her back to reality, the dance floor, the new song that had set in already coming to its end. A thumb brushing over her cheeks to remove the tears that kept flowing "Hey, now, come on, that is no reason to cry. If you need more time I can wait as long as you need."

She knew that is was only meant in the best way. But his heartfelt concern was only making this unnecessarily hard. She pressed her hands to his chest to keep from jumping into his arms, to not grab him to pull him down and swipe away that sorrowful furrow between his brows. "It's not something that time will fix."

"I can help you, if you trust me. I will make you love yourself, maybe even a much as I do love you."

Eloise shook her head. "No, just... Let's not start this. I care too much about you to do this to you."

With an exasperated sigh Beliath combed his fingers through her pitch black hair that fell freely over her shoulders, placing some loose curls behind her ear to prevent her from hiding under her bangs. Intense green eyes fixated on cold grey ones. "Don't you think you deserve happiness, too? "

"No." Short. Cutting. Final. Beliath breath was stuck in his throat. He did not expect this answer, it felt unbelievable to him; unnatural. Bel stood there, speechless, opened his mouth to object and closed it again to rethink. Nothing he could say seemed to be adequate.

Eventually he delicately grabbed her hands, that had build a barrier between them, and pulled her close. She fell back against his body, her anchor, his arms locked around her tenderly as those desirable lips found their way to her ear, like one does when telling a secret.

"... I am not good with words. I know that that is not what you want to hear, but you have no right to decide for me. I will pursue you, even if we need to start as friends. And even then I will not allow thoughts like these." Beliath scolded in a loving way. She wanted too look at him, but his embrace kept her face pressed into his strong chest. The soft silk of his shirt was comforting and familiar "If you have patience with me I will drive that mindset out of you. If you allow it. I will become worthy of you. ."

That made the tears stream free, she gripped his shirt with her shaking hands that were instantly covered by his large warm ones. She ravenette was glad that she had no make up to ruin the white fabric. His arms were around her, like a shield if wings, firm and warm, protecting her from others eyes. His chest rose and fell, his breathing synchronized with hers. And oh sweet heavens, he had no right to smell so incredibly nice.

She could have stayed like this for an eternity, enjoying his scent and warmth and care. Her head and heart became light, and she felt as if she was flying weightless amongst the clouds, as Beliath slowly worked his magic on her to get the tears to stop flowing. The voice inside her head became deadly silent, replaced by whispers of sweet nothings that were meant for her alone. Eloise was grateful, for the many many facettes of her vampire. And even if she swore not to fall for her captor, there was no denying the appreciation that blossomed in her chest as she hears the deep calming purr of her.... friend... trying to comfort her in his own, not entirely human way.

Thank you for reading through all of this. Please remember that we are all worthy of being loved. At times we just need someone to remind us of our value and sometimes they really need an effort to make us believe. Thank you to my friend who used to always pull me up, even after the initial rejection.

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers beliath #tw depression #Don't we all know that person #That we feel we don't deserve

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