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“My Wingless Dove”

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Yandere!Diasomnia X GN!Reader [TWST: VAMPIRE AU]

Book.Summary: Dont walk into abandoned homes, even if the weather is bad, for there may be vampires living there that just love humans.

You’re pretty.

So pretty that it worries us to death when you come barreling into our home, fumbling through the door with heaving breaths, pounding heart, and rushing veins, so loud and so full of life. You kick the door closed desperately, blindly throwing yourself deep into the dark and what you assume—abandoned—home.

You’re far too pretty to live in such fear.

You make a home for yourself, using the old dusty library as yours, what we wish would be your forever home. Using broken floorboards as wood. Though you aren’t fully aware of our presence, that’s alright. You don’t need to worry about the peering, deep reddish-magenta glowing eyes that watch you from afar. Eyes that you swear you see as you prepare your dinner. Or as you sleep, gentle touches of flesh brush against the apple of your cheeks, or the exposed chest of your collarbone.

Don’t worry about the glaring eyes that watch you from afar as you search the forest for your food, silently protecting you. Do not worry when you see green eyes and that of a tall silhouette watching you from the far corners, only for you to blink and it’s gone. You’re pretty. They only want to admire you.

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The deep red eyes are first to greet you.

First to catch your attention. First to frighten you. Even if he doesn’t mean to., you’re just too cute, such a sweet, defenseless person, living amongst four beings that are far stronger, faster, hungrier. Far more than you could ever be. You’re fascinating and he lets you know of his existence. He wants you to know he’s around, devoted to you, as he is the prince.

You have dreams of a soft, monotone voice.

Hearing him whisper to you to sleep well, to have pleasant dreams. He is the one you should trust most, the one who understands you the most. Even though mortality is so from him. That’s alright, you are simply a glimpse of what he once was, and he adores you for that. You represent that part of him that was once human.

The glare from afar still scorns you.

He makes you feel unwanted, unneeded, foreign—an intruder. Well, in a way, you are. You stumble into their home, into the home of the prince, and make it your little hovel. He’s annoyed, disgusted, for you represent the side of him that will always be human. That will never change. He hates that about you, yet he can’t find it in his unbeating heart to allow any harm to come to you. Maybe he isn’t as detached from humanity as he claims.

The tall silhouette that scares you still.

He wishes you didn’t fear him. He wishes you’d simply waltz into his arms, sway gently against him and with him. He craves for you to step into the shadow to see him and acknowledge him for being safe, to see that he wouldn't harm you. He cares for you as a lover would. Even if you don’t love him yet, you will. Eventually, you will. As all things take time and you, darling, will have all the time in the world.

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“If I could simply stop time in this moment—without having to change not a single part of you—I truly wish I could.”

His words are merely wind to air as you sleep, blissful and unaware. You are as if the sun had been given for him to hold and cherish, a blessing, a gift. So strong, yet so destructive. So painful for he knows if he touches you, he melts. Burns. He’s alright with that.

You had in passing, talking to the ancient pictures on the walls of your soon departure. Something that Malleus can't bear to stand. You can’t go free of them. Of him. Not now. Nor ever. For he knows like a flower that only blooms once within its lifetime, would soon disappear. He refuses. You will be there for his lifetime, all his lifetimes. He wants nothing more.

“My Prince... what is it you desire?”

You.

The answer is you.

You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You. You.

It will always be you.

You spilled your blood today as you explored the vast forests. Bring them each nearly to their knees, salivating desperately. Like a flavor that they knew not of, yet still yearned for centuries. Surely, you’d indulge them. Silver gently lowers your form onto the massive bed, treating you so delicately, like glass.

You should feel so loved. So wanted. Even when you awaken and you thrash against Sebek’s tight embrace, cursing him—begging him to release you, pleading with him to let you go. As Lilia forces your mouth open to feed you, as you kick and scream.

You will come to understand our love.

As Silver nearly suffocated you in his chest, rocking you slowly as Malleus reads fairytale stories to you.

You’ll get over how cruel I am. As I read, you tales of freedom, or escape, of adventures, that you could never go on.

“You’ll understand why I did what I did, my little wingless dove.”

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juno-of-wonderland · 4 months

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Y’know in the opening scene that Grim was running away from Riddle and Azul-

I’ve been laughing because what if Yuu was running as well- hotel transvenia (??) style

“CAPTURE DA HUMMAN!!”

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Kissing Floyd with bloody lips-

you’ve doomed us, he has tasted your love, and your blood dammit yuu now he won’t leave you alone and hopes to scare you enough to kiss your bloody lips or tongue.

(yes Jade joins in after Floyd babbles on about how sensitive human lips are.)

punish them by kissing Azul instead.

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Rook buys Yuu silver necklaces and chokers and bracelets or rings just to taunt. And purposefully kisses said silver as a greeting.

But Rook removes them himself if Vil asks- unless you say not too because you like them.

ROOK PROBLEM!!

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Ortho has the creepy kid stare and appears in your house like. “Nii-san wants your blood again, but he thinks your too pretty/handsome to risk making you upset.”

Idia then screams in shock and whines into his pillow because ORTHO REVEALED HIS AFFECTIONS TOWARDS THE HUMAN!! HE IS RUINED.!!!!!!!!!111!!1!11!!!

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Riddle is such a gentleman- you gotta shove your wrist in his mouth or else he’s gonna starve himself-

Trey just wants to stare at your human teeth. Ah yes you have duller fangs. You little creature how do you bite ??

Cater prefers to lick you- like licks your blood off because he demands you always be cammable (unless he’s- he- he’s ehem cater(s) want blood)

Ace and Deuce share since they’re both so dumb that if they don’t share they won’t stop, if Deuce makes an accidental noise or a slurp Ace will laugh at him. And if Ace starts biting too much Deuce will push him away and they’ll start play fighting.

NO NO PLEASE STOP RIGHT NOW I AM ALREADY TAKING A TOTALLY DIFFERENT DIRECTION WITH YOUR IDEAS

I ADDED ONE "IF EVERYONE WERE VAMPIRES" BECAUSE OF YOU AND I'VE EVEN THOUGHT OF A MULTIPLE ROUTE GAME PLEASE STOP (lie, don't stop)

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #monster au #vampire #alternate universe

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lizardaggro · 3 months

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the pulse of death, prologue 1

alrighty guys, here it is! vampire!twst au!!! please don't make fun of the title i'm sensitive about it... in any case, you'll notice from the title that this is just part one of the prologue. that's because this sucker is gonna be long af, and you're just gonna have to deal.

genre: gn!reader, will include romance, fluff, and angst down the line tw: none so far. yay! wc:3133

Twas an ordinary day, much like any other. After arriving home from your daily responsibilities, more than ready to mindlessly read fanfiction on your phone. You collapsed onto bed, looking for something to occupy the time until you were ready to fall asleep. Insomnia was something that had plagued you off and on for years; it became much less of an issue once you became an adult and were able to set your own schedule, but still. It wasn’t like it was predictable when you’d be able to embrace the night at last, either, but you managed somehow.

If asked what time it was when you were finally graced with a deep slumber, you couldn’t say. Perhaps it gradually crept up on you, so that you didn’t have the chance to notice. You didn’t remember your dreams, you never did. At some wee hour of the morning, you were awoken by who knows what, a haze still clouding your mind. You couldn’t recall if you’d brushed your teeth or not before you knocked out, so you made your way to the bathroom. Neglecting to flip the light switch due to the soft glow of the nightlight you couldn’t sleep without, you glanced at your reflection in the mirror.

Much to your surprise, instead of your own reflection, you saw a rather odd face staring back at you. It didn’t have much color to it, quite literally, but there was a bright green mist floating around it. Okay. This was fine. You must still be dreaming. It was then that the mirror-face-thing began to speak. Its voice was deep and ominous, but for some odd reason, you didn’t feel frightened. This was only a dream after all, wasn’t it?

“Oh, lovely and noble flower of evil. Magic mirror, tell me, who is the fairest of them all?” it? intoned. “O, one who has been guided by the Mirror of Darkness. Take the hand reflected in the mirror, and never, ever let go.”

As if right on cue, a ghastly hand appeared in the mirror. But it didn’t stop there, reaching beyond the mirror’s bounds and extending toward your form. You shivered as you felt its cold touch. You faintly heard the sound of horses braying in the distance, and perhaps hooves on pavement. There wasn’t much of a chance to register what that could mean, though, as your consciousness began to fade.

When you awoke again, your memories of what had happened were blurry at best. Everything was dark, and the surface you were lying on was hard. Were you going insane, or were you stood upright somehow? Wanting to better understand your predicament, you lifted your arms to feel around you. You were quickly able to determine that you were in a box of some kind. Now that certainly wasn’t ominous at all.

You didn’t have to ponder your fate for long, though, as you heard a voice from somewhere outside. “Hngh, gotta find some clothes so I can fit in,” they mumbled, as if they didn’t expect anyone to hear. It was a slightly nasally sort of voice, almost inhuman in a way. “Stupid coffins won’t open.” Wait, coffins? “Fnyaa, take that! The Great Grim’s special fire blast!” the voice shouted.

The gears in your brain began to turn, processing what that could mean. You had your answer sooner than you would’ve liked, as your little box began to become uncomfortably hot. Too hot. The lid blew off with a little ‘pop,’ and you were able to see at last.

You were in a grand room, with a medieval sort of theme to its décor, and rather dim lighting. There were floating coffins all along the walls, and you quickly surmised that you must’ve been in one as well. Then you turned your attention to the person in front of you. At least, you had assumed it was a person, but it appeared you were mistaken.

“…a cat?” you let out without quite realizing. The creature who’d freed you from that box was indeed a cat, with gray fur, and rather curiously, blue flames licking at its ears. It had a pitchfork-shaped tip for a tail, and a gray-and-white striped scrap of cloth around its neck, reminiscent of a collar.

“Hnngh, the Great Grim is not a cat!” it said. Because of course, the cat could talk. Why not, you supposed, when you had no idea how you’d gotten here and there were objects blatantly defying gravity in the background. “Now, give me your clothes!” it? demanded. You weren’t sure of the cat’s gender; the voice sounded vaguely male-inclined, but one could never be sure.

“I beg your pardon?” you asked, stunned. What use would a not-cat have for human clothes? It was plain to see they wouldn’t fit, and you didn’t think your fashion sense was that revolutionary. Though the fabric did feel a bit different than you were used to, smoother and softer, as if it were made of silk or the like.

You took the opportunity to give yourself a once-over and gasped in shock. You were most certainly not wearing what you had fallen asleep in. You donned a black hooded robe, with golden embroidery and royal purple detailing. You patted yourself down; it seemed you still had your old clothes on underneath, but your pockets were empty, no phone to be found.

“You won’t hand them over? Then I’ll just have to take them from you!” Grim, you assumed that was its name, shouted as it began chasing you, spitting fire from its mouth. Of course, you did what any individual of sound mind would do, and ran for your life. You still didn’t know how you’d ended up here, and there was no way you were going to keel over and die without finding out.

You dashed through corridor after corridor, until you found yourself in a room that resembled a library. Except, naturally, a number of books were hovering in the air, as well as the lanterns that lit the room. In awe at the silent beauty of the ambience, you momentarily forgot your life-threatening situation and gazed around.

You were interrupted soon enough, because Grim was on a mission and had no manners. “You can’t escape the Great Grim! Now hand them over!” Your eyes widened; you had no plan to save yourself in this moment, nowhere to run to. You shut your eyes tight, expecting the pain of being burned to death. But it never came.

When you opened an eye to survey the situation, you saw something rather… questionable. Grim had been bound by a whip of some sort, and was squirming against their restraints. Sure, they’d inadvertently tried to kill you, and allegedly weren’t a cat, but wasn’t this some sort of animal cruelty? Were they even an animal if they breathed fire?

“Fnyaa, what is this?! Let me go!!” Grim demanded. You weren’t expecting it, but a reply came from who knows where. “Ah, ‘tis my Lash of Love!” a voice exclaimed rather flamboyantly. Soon the speaker stepped into view. They were a rather tall individual, adorned with a mask with a beak shape on it. Their voice did indeed match their appearance, which you could only describe as some sort of obnoxiously accessorized medieval cosplay. It went with the building, you supposed.

The person then turned to you. It felt like their piercing yellow eyes saw right through you. “You there, you really must learn to keep your familiar in check- hmm? How peculiar. Pray tell, just what is a human doing here?” they inquired, which only served to confuse you further. What was a familiar? Why would you being a human be odd?

“Um, sir? I don’t want to assume anything though… Well, I’m not sure what you mean exactly,” you began hesitantly, fidgeting with your hands behind your back. “I just woke up inside a coffin in this big room, and then Grim came and blew the lid off and started demanding I give them my clothes. Was I kidnapped. Is this a cult? Where is this? I’m so confused…”

“A cult?” The individual snorted, puffing out their chest. “Certainly not. You may address me as Sir Dire Crowley, and I am the headmaster of this prestigious institution, Night Raven College. I would assume that the ride from the Ebony Carriage had addled your brain, but I do not recall allowing the admission of a human. How odd… Perhaps it was the will of the Dark Mirror?” He mused to himself. You had no idea what any of that meant, other than that this place was a school that Crowley ran.

The man stared off into space, thinking, for a while. Then he seemed to have a little ‘aha!’ moment and began speaking again. You could only listen intently, hoping to glean any sort of information that might be relevant to your situation. “Well then. Since the Dark Mirror has willed it, we have no choice but to oblige. You will remain here at Night Raven College. Only time will tell what secrets your mortal form may be hiding. Ahh, aren’t I so generous?” he preened. You’d begun to have a rather positive impression of Crowley, aside from the whole ‘lash of love’ comment, but that was crashing and burning now.

You had so many questions, but Crowley clearly had his own agenda, and you doubted he’d answer any of them. He spun dramatically on his heel and gestured toward the exit, still dragging Grim behind him. “Come along now, the entrance ceremony has already begun. We wouldn’t want to miss your debut into vampire society, now would we?” The fuck? Did he just say vampire? As in the supernatural creatures people on the internet simped for like no other? This was turning out to be quite the adventure.

You got the impression he really didn’t care what you thought though, so you just shuffled along behind him, doing your best to calm your nerves. First order of business: make sure you weren’t actually dreaming. You slapped your hands to your cheeks, shoujo-anime style, and to your surprise as much as your disappointment, it hurt. You weren’t dreaming. Probably. Second, uh, what came second? Not dying, probably. Yes, that was important.

Sooner rather than later, as much as you dragged your feet, you arrived at your destination: the room you’d initially awoken in. Only this time, the floating coffins were empty, and the room was jam-packed with people. You took a moment to consider if this was some sort of elaborate prank, but then you remembered the terror you’d felt when running from Grim. The fire they’d spat out had been very much real.

Scanning over the crowd, several hooded figures, all wearing the same robes they were, stood out to them the most. It was a varied group in every way, and you could almost swear one of them had cat ears, like those cosplay accessories some people wore. Whatever, you weren’t judging. Crowley looked weirder, in your not-so-humble opinion. They were all on an elevated platform of some sort, likely indicating a position of authority. If this was really a school and not a cult, maybe they were the student council?

“Headmaster Crowley, where were you?” the shortest one of the bunch inquired. “We had to start the ceremony without you.” Oops. That was your fault, you supposed. It wasn’t like you could help it though, and technically Grim was to blame more than anyone. You just hoped no one would be too mad.

“Ah, yes, I had to take a bit of a detour. One of the new students had managed to escape their coffin, and their familiar went on a bit of a rampage,” Crowley explained, not looking the least bit apologetic. You could feel all the eyes in the room turn to you, and you pulled your hood down lower in response. You didn’t know how much of that vampire nonsense was true, but you really didn’t care to be sussed out as a human or an outsider.

“Very well,” the diminutive person replied. “As long as we can wrap things up now.” “Yes, of course, Mr. Riddle. Now then,” he turned to you, “Step in front of the Dark Mirror and say your name.” You weren’t too sure what this ‘dark mirror’ was, but quickly figured it to be the giant mirror in the middle of the room. Who would’ve guessed? Following instructions, you took your place in front of it and stared straight ahead.

There was a face in the mirror, surrounded by an eerie mist. It seemed vaguely familiar somehow, but you couldn’t quite place it. Even more so than Mr. Crow Man, it felt as if it knew something about yourself lost even to you. You stated your name, not wanting to be the center of all this attention any longer. What that was supposed to do you didn’t know, but the face hummed, as if it were thinking about something.

“This one is suited for no dormitory,” it stated at last. Ah, so the purpose of this strange ritual was to be some sort of rip-off Sorting Hat. Go figure. But what did it mean that you were rejected? “Their soul is clear and polished, not like the rest. And they possess no magic, not a drop.”

Well no fucking duh! Of course you weren’t going to suddenly develop magical powers just because you’d been kidnapped straight out of your bed! But you could hardly say that now. If these people really did have some sort of inhuman abilities, pissing them off was the last thing you wanted to do. It was better to keep your mouth shut and play along for now.

One could hear a pin drop in the room after the mirror’s declaration. It seems no one knew how to respond. Even Crowley appeared to be stumped; you’d assumed he expected you to have more to you than meets the eye, but you were one-hundred percent certain you were just an ordinary, human, college student.

“Ahaha,” Crowley’s nervous laughter cut through the silence like a knife. “Come now, child, we’ll discuss this matter further in my office.” With that, he grabbed you by the arm and began to unceremoniously drag you out of the room. Now you knew how Grim felt.

Speaking of Grim, it appeared they were finally tired of being dragged along. With a burst of bright blue flame, they broke through their restraints and began shouting fervently. “If that human doesn’t have any magic, then make me a student instead! The Great Grim will show you just how powerful he is!” he exclaimed, spitting fire all around the room.

Everything quickly devolved into chaos after that. You weren’t there to bear witness to it though, as someone gently took you by the arm and escorted you straight out of that mess. You were grateful, sure, but also very confused. You knew it wasn’t Crowley; that man likely couldn’t care less about your safety. Was it one of the students then?

Once safely in the outside corridor, you turned to verify the identity of your rescuer. He was a personable individual, that much was true. You were pretty sure he was too old to still be in school, but then again, people could start college whenever they chose. His hair was quite fascinating all on its own. It was mostly white, but where it parted off to one side, it was black, making for quite the contrast. That couldn’t be natural. He wasn’t wearing the same robes as everyone else either. That left you utterly confused as to who you were dealing with.

The man eyed you up and down, likely judging. “Hmm. I thought I’d caught the scent of a human on campus, but I didn’t think I’d be correct. Come with me, pup, and I’ll get you all straightened out.” That was it. No introduction, no explanation, nothing. But you went with him anyway. What choice did you have? At least he didn’t yank you like Crowley had.

The mystery man led you into what appeared to be an office of sorts, though there was some sort of giant metal pot in the center of the room. Because nothing could be normal here. He motioned for you to have a seat in one of the plush armchairs opposite the spacious desk. You obliged, more than happy to give your legs a rest after all that running.

Your savior took a seat at the desk, which you assumed was his. Perhaps he was a teacher here. That would make sense. He gazed at you for a moment, likely contemplating something. You returned his stare, not wanting to let your nerves show. You were well aware of your position here, and you were not about to make yourself any more vulnerable than you already were.

Finally, after a few tense moments, he began to speak. “I believe an introduction is in order. I am Divus Crewel, professor of alchemy here at Night Raven College. Since our dear headmaster has declined to do so, I will see to it that your needs are met while you remain here,” he explained. “I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, but Crowley is utterly unreliable. As such, you should come to me whenever you have a problem, pup.”

You nodded along, shocked that someone was actually willing to help you instead of dragging you along or outright attacking you. You could get used to this. It would be good to have an ally here in this unfamiliar place. You wouldn’t completely bare your heart to the man, of course, but this was a start.

“Thank you, Professor Crewel. I was wondering if you’d be willing to answer a few questions for me, actually.” A few was a bit of an understatement, but you’d try to keep it to the essentials out of respect for his time. He gave the impression that he was a busy man.

“Go on, pup. I’m sure you have plenty of things to be curious about,” Crewel offered with a wave of his hand. You were grateful for his understanding. Crowley hadn’t exactly done a great job of explaining. That is to say, all you knew was that this was a school. “Um, first of all, what’s this about vampires?” Wow, way to get straight to the point. It had been your intention to ask more general questions about what was going to happen to you and if you could go home, but it just slipped out somehow. But as Crewel narrowed his eyes, you got a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that curiosity may have just killed the cat.

#twst vampire!au #twst vampire au #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland grim #dire crowley #divus crewel

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twstjam · 10 months

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The fic ideas are suddenly so abundant tonight

Okay so brief context: I really love the idea of dragons claiming kingdoms and because the kingdom is their territory (and also they're op as fuck who'd deny them?) they rule it, protect it, etc.

Anyways Malleus, instead of ruling over his land, acts more like a guardian. He just wants to chill really and mind his own business. Ofc he's a dragon and needs that sweet sweet gold so in exchange for letting the humans govern themselves and also offering them protection, the humans have to bring him treasure and stuff. Preferably gold, but anything that piques his interest really.

Anyways something² he's chilling at some old building like one does and is surprised to find someone living there. He's in a more human appearance though so the human, amusingly, doesn't recognise him as the fearsome dragon Malleus. Anyways Yuu explains to him that this old place belongs to their family and they decided to fix it up and move in. Malleus is disappointed but the building was never offered to him so he doesn't own it and therefore has no right to prevent Yuu from occupying his favorite resting place. (we all know what happens from there)

Time skip!! Whoopsie the great guardian of the kingdom has fallen in love with a human and word of this somehow reaches a rival dragon who had conquered a nearby kingdom. This rival dragon uses this information to bait Malleus into a duel in which, if Malleus loses, he has to give up his territory and also his desired mate.

Losing his land and Yuu is the least of Malleus's worries if he loses though, because dragons fight to the death.

#YES this entire premise is an excuse to write a queen narissa-based twst character :)#also in terms of diasofam in this au: lilia is an ancient vampire. silver is the prince of the kingdom malleus protects.#sebek is uhhh I'm not sure but he's for sure going to in some way be a part of the 1st years gang #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #twst yuu #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia x yuu #malleus draconia x mc #malleus x mc #malleus x reader #malleus x yuu #malleyuu #matcha nonsense #matcha writes a bit

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haryuwu · 6 months

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RuLu Vampire AU 🩸

"Do not fret...Do not fight your urge. Indulge yourself to this pleasure as I'm willing to give myself up to you. I'm all yours...even if it's just for tonight."

I wish I've wrote something for this AU but I barely got the spark to write today. I do love doing cinematic type of art! Imagine it being a movie or a series. But besides that, I've been into vampire au recently cuz of a certain someone in BG3—

glares at a certain vampire spawn

Anywho, Happy Halloween!

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #rook hunt #louise von mirage #twst rook #twst oc #twst fanart #vampire au #halloween

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nakunakunomi · 6 months

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🕱 Lovebites Masterlist 🕱 this is a VAMPIRE AU event 🕱 ☽☽Character: Lilia Vanrouge (TWST) x Gn Reader ☾☾ ✩ Requested by: anon ✩ [not fluff, not full angst either. Ending open for interpretation]✩ Warnings: none ✩

You knew bats were common in the park. There had been public service announcements about not making too much noise after dark, as to not disturb them too much. The park rangers took their conservation very seriously. And you had the occasional run-in with one on your way home. The first few times you had been startled by the sudden swoosh by your head whenever one flew over just a little too closely, but now you started to actually enjoy the sound of their wings flapping.

If anything, you had found some online material on bats, bat sanctuaries and absolutely adored all the videos these organizations posted on their social media. Especially with the bats wrapped in towels munching on pieces of fruit, they never failed to make you smile.

The last few days had been a unique experience though, with a bat whooshing past you a few too many times. It never bumped into you or attacked you, but you were worried about it still; it was not normal behavior for them to be so close to the humans in the park so many times.

It hadn’t been once either, it had been 4 times the past few days already, and you were getting worried that it may be sick or need help. You weren’t sure what to do about it though, all the online resources warned you not to touch or interact with bats if you weren’t a trained professional, and since it was still flying around proper, you couldn’t really get close enough to get a height of the situation or take a picture to send to a sanctuary nearby.

Tonight was another one of those instances, and yet, something felt off. The way the bat hovered next to you a little instead of passing you by. Could bats even hover? You wanted to grab your phone, hoping the light might scare it off or allow you to snap a picture, but the minute you stopped, the few lights in the park went out, and you stood surrounded by darkness.

It was then you noticed that something else was off: you were all alone in the park. It was late, but not so late that there wouldn’t be anyone else passing through anymore. There was little wind either, all of nature seemed to have quieted down with the lights turning off, not even any owl sounds or rustling of leaves was left. The only sounds were your only footsteps and the flapping of the bat’s wings right next to you still.

The bat was still hovering right next to you and you grabbed your phone, the light of your flashlight doing nothing to perturb it either. If anything, it squinted its big, curious eyes, an almost humanlike reaction to your tactics. You swore you could see it smirk.

Unsettled by its behavior more than worried now, you figured a quick picture would be all you did before making your way out of the park. Maybe you’d jog a little, just to be safe. Your gut was telling you to run, after all, and who were you to deny your gut?

You held up your phone, but were confused to find your screen empty, or at the very least, devoid of the bat. It flew away, almost as if it knew to avoid the camera, and the quick snap you took had not a single trace of the bat in it.

That was your final sign to run. You started walking towards the exit, eager to be out of the park, and away from the strange bat. You would be doing your research on this weird behavior when you got home, but for now, you just wanted to get out.

You picked up the pace when you noticed the bat was following you, and you were full on running when you were nearing the exit. You kept looking over your shoulder to see if you could see the winged creature behind you, especially when the noises the wings made were overpowered by your own ragged breaths.

You nearly tripped and fell when you noticed the bat had disappeared, looking back just a little too long to try and figure out where it went. When you turned around, you smacked into someone, hard. You let out an ‘oof’, as you almost fell over, surprised the other person, who was smaller than you in statue, didn’t seem as surprised by it as you were.

“Careful now,” they held up a hand apologetically, “if you look behind you while running, you lose sight of what is in front of you.”

You shook your head, blinking rapidly to regain composure. The voice of the man didn’t match his petite stature or rather flamboyant getup. You wondered how you didn’t see him before, as he did stand out, even in the darkness of the park, none of the lights working still.

“Sorry”, you apologized, out of breath, heart racing and wondering where the bat went, “I was just being chased-”

You stopped yourself mid-sentence. He was a stranger, first and foremost, but even more so, you’d be looked at as if you were crazy if you tried explaining that you were running away from a bat with human-like features. Now that you thought about it, his eyes- they seemed almost a little similar. You shook your head and smiled apologetically at the man for your odd behavior. Your mind, still riddled with adrenaline, was probably playing tricks on you.

“Chased by a bat?”

You blinked in confusion. You hadn’t said that part out loud, now did you? He chuckled, a lighthearted sound that didn’t match the grin he had on his face. You felt your blood run cold.

“How’d you-”

He interrupted you before you could finish your question. “I am awfully sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you. You simply seemed like such a nice person, always kind to the bats. Not to mention that you smell absolutely delicious.”

There was nothing you could come up with that you could say. Nothing that would make you feel better or more safe. You opened up your mouth, but just closed it again, looking at him with big, confused and frightened eyes.

“No worries, I will not hurt you. But I would love to properly explain. Care for a walk through the park? I promise I won’t bite.. yet.”

#twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia twst #twst x reader #twst imagine #lilia vanrouge imagine #lilia x y/n #lilia x you #spooktover #vampire AU #vampire lilia #fluff #reader insert #twisted lilia #queue

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rooksamoris · 2 days

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💞 — 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄.

💞 — in which you are caught by a notoriously charming vampire hunter named rook.

💞 — vampire hunter!rook hunt x vampire!reader

💞 — warnings: just a little suggestive, blood mentions and reader's hands are tied.

💞 — 600 words. this is tempting me to write a whole bunch of stuff of vampire hunter rook.

You had fallen for his trap, giving him the perfect chance to finally pin you to the tree. Rook grinned as you tried your best to get out of the bindings on your wrists, which had to have been a magical artifact of some sort. You had read about items that could immobilize your kind, many of which were created by bedouins in the Scalding Sands.

Those people had become masters at killing vampires, but no one could quite amount to the sheer skill of the man restraining you right now. He had become so infamous among the vampires that tales of him spoke of the fear the mere sight of his silhouette—the large rimmed hat with the pretty feather became a symbol of something to avoid.

“Mon vampire (my vampire)...” he whispered, his breath brushing over the shell of your ear. Rook’s hand was holding you against the tree by your neck. A chuckle slipped past his lips, accompanying the quiet sounds of the night—the occasional rustling of the woods, the soft brush of the wind, “It seems I’ve caught you,” he said, fern-green eyes narrowing. The moonlight made them glow.

Once a predator, now at the mercy of a hunter. The worst part was how enticing his blood smelled. The sound of his pulsing blood seemed to beat loudly in your ears. His neck… pale and ripe—begging you to sink your fangs into it, “Let go of me—you wretched son of a bitch,” You barred your fangs, thrashing against him in an attempt to get out of his grasp, but it was futile, “No one will hear your screams when I—”

The hunter laughed, leaning in just a bit closer, “My screams? You are the one pinned against a tree,” he reminded you, his voice filled with glee. Not an ounce of animosity in sight, in fact, he seemed amused by you. Infatuated, perhaps. Gently, his hand trailed up from your neck to your cheek, admiring your face like he would a lover. His knee slipped in between your legs, and he leaned in closer to keep you pinned, “You are quite beautiful… it is a shame the bounty on your vampiric head is so high, mon ange (my angel).”

Your breath hitched and you tried to get your hands out of the bindings. A heat filled your lower stomach and covered your cheeks, crawling up to your ears, “You—you—” you stammered.

“Ah, quelle beauté!” he exclaimed, his eyes admiring your flustered expression. He chuckled, leaning in so that his nose brushed against yours, the tips of his blonde hair grazing your cheeks, “You’re especially warm for a cold-blooded creature… I am the cause, non?” he asked, but it was clear he did not want an answer. His confidence said it all.

Before you could protest, he began to litter kisses down your face, starting from your temple and ending at your jaw. He squished your face in his hands, forcing your lips to part, “Such pretty fangs,” he muttered, leaning in. His lips parted as if teasing you with the chance of kissing him, his breath crystalizing and intermingling with yours in the cold night air.

Just before you could kiss, he pulled away, smiling like a cheshire cat, “Ah, did you expect a kiss, mon vampire?” he asked, teasingly, “You are still my target, no matter how alluring you are,”

An expression of embarrassment and frustration came to your face and you tried to lift your knee to kick him, but you were only met with laughter and Rook pressing more of his weight against you, “You bastard,” you hissed.

Rook squeezed your face a bit harder in response before tilting his head up and to the side, revealing his pale neck. He relished in the way your eyes immediately darted to the skin in hunger. The blonde was usually doing the admiring, so it was nice to have one of his targets admire him, even if it was because they saw him as a meal, “If I am going to kiss you, I’d like to be able to taste my blood on your tongue.”

#💖 — amoris writes #twst vampire au #twist #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #twst rook #vampire hunter!rook hunt #vampire!reader #twisted wonderland x reader #𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄 #might end up doing a whole twst vampire au since im rereading the ann rice novels and bram stoker

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ceruleancattail · 1 year

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On today I realise that bats do indeed purr.

Bats ➡️ Vampires ➡️ Pomefiore Halloween fits????

Armed with this new knowledge, have a drabble.

Tw: Vampires mentions of blood, he bites you, what can I say?

Epel crawling onto your lap, tugging at your sleeve. He has the appetite of a beast at times. You can’t really blame him, can you? It’s an all consuming hunger, gnawing at the back of his head. He needs blood, as much as you need air.

You have to remind him not to go too overboard at times.

Epel deserves some credit. He does try his best to help you relax. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his hair fluffy, clouds caressing your skin. Tenderly rubbing into it, a silent apology for what’s about to come.

Your shoulders stiffen, before you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

Fangs press into your skin, gently piercing through it, drops of blood slowly dripping through. This thoughtfulness only lasts a second, before he’s tearing into you, draining you for all you’re worth.

Fingers taking hold of his hair, you yank him away. Arm trembling,eyesight hazy, you can do little but slump against Epel.

He’ll stop, but not before resting his head against your chest. Epel watches beads of blood bloom from his bites. He laps them up, a purr escaping his lips, chest rumbling with the feline like sound. He nuzzled into you, hair brushing against your neck, much like a soft pelt of an kitten.

It’s strangely endearing.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #epel felmier #twst epel #Epel x reader #Epel Felmier x reader #vampire Epel x reader #vampire au #protection charm♦️

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yaksha-lover · 9 months

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hi i hope you’re doing well :)

could you do a fic on cater or jade in the vampire au?

thank you <3

I went with Jade for this one! Thanks for the request, I’m sorry I took a long time with it <3

cw: slightly mean/manipulative jade, vampire things (blood drinking), minor wounds (cut), suggestive(ish)

“Oh dear, there’s no need for tears~” Jade says, half-patronizing as he strokes your hair. His condescension almost makes you pull away, but his other arm is locked tight around your back. You aren’t sure if the act is more comforting or distressing; maybe a mix of both.

It’s a bit humiliating that he treats you like a sulking child, but you’re greatful that he at least allows you to bury your face in his shoulder. It’s nice to know he can’t see your messy cheeks and puffy eyes, even if he can imagine it from your desolate state.

“Trouble in paradise, my dear?” he teases, after your heaves have turn to soft sniffles. It’s annoying that he acts as though he doesn’t already know the answer; it’s hardly the first time you’ve sought his comfort. Or rather, the first time he’s caught you in this kind of state. No, the sudden bursts of dread feel like they’ve been going on forever.

“Something like that,” you mumble, lifting your head enough from his shoulder to wipe away any stray tears. You turn to face away from him as you separate from his chest. Thankfully, no one else in the mansion ever comes in this wing. You can feel Jade’s curious gaze examining you from his place beside you on the couch; you suppose you owe him at least an explanation for your state. “I’ve just been thinking about my home. I…I want to go home.”

Jade’s arm stiffens around your back almost immeasurably, but you’ve finally been around him enough to spot the cracks in his veneer. His free hand comes to rest on your own and for a second you believe you might experience a moment of genuine connection with him: “I am truly sorry to hear you’re missing home, darling,” Jade says, voice free of mockery. “But,” he continues, fingers tilting your chin to face him, “You know Lilia would never allow such a thing.” His tone may be neutral and disinterested, but Jade’s eyes are sharp and cold, completely unfitting his sympathetic words.

“I know,” you say, unable to separate your annoyance from your tone. Jade doesn’t take too well to your newfound feeling; he really only seems to like the emotions that leave you crumbled in his arms.

“However, I do believe he could be persuaded. Perhaps Azul may even be inclined to help you out. ”

Azul continues his paperwork as he replies to your request: “How about a night on the town? If a taste of freedom is what you’re seeking, I could make that happen. Lilia does owe me for setting up the supply of blood that gets delivered to the mansion, after all.”

“Alright,” you reply. “What’s the catch?”

“It will take a certain price. As a magic-less human, you don’t have much to offer me,” Azul says, flashing you his best customer service smile. “Except, perhaps, the only thing you have that the others don’t.”

“How much?”

Azul’s smile widens: “Only a pint, no more than you would give at a human hospital. It’s perfectly safe, I promise you.”

Figures Azul would be the first one to get his hands on your blood. You’re not even sure what he wants to collect it for, but you don’t have many options left.

“Deal.”

“How did you know?” you ask Jade, sitting across from him in the restaurant booth.

“I know many things, dear. You’ll need to be more specific,” Jade says, sipping elegantly at his drink.

“That I wanted to come here. I don’t remember telling you about this place.” You look around at the mahogany tables; the restaurant is small so there’s only a couple of them. The quiet was one of the things you’d loved about this restaurant.

“Not me. You have told your little friends though. Ace was quite happy to tell me all about your favourite places at the right price.” Jade’s face remains neutral as he scans the room. “This place is quite cute. I can see why you find it endearing.”

“You extorted Ace into telling you about me?!”

“Extorted? No, we made quite the fair deal. Ask him about it later, if you wish. I only did so to make you happy, MC.”

It’s hard to argue with him on that; despite his questionable means, Jade often did have your best interests in mind. You felt frustrated at the rush of heat to your cheeks. Even though your mind knew better, it was hard to keep your heart from stopping the affectionate warmth when you thought about what Jade had done for you.

“Well. Thanks then, I guess.”

Jade smiles gently behind his glass. “You’re very welcome, my dear.”

The waiter comes to take your orders, and you find for the rest of the night that being out with Jade really does take your mind off of things.

Jade corners you against the wall as soon as you enter the mansion together.

“Azul has gotten his payment already, but I don’t think I have. Don’t you think I deserve some equal compensation for what I’ve done for you?”

“I-I don’t have anything to give you. What do you want?” you ask, half-dreading, half-excited for his response.

Jade brushes a hand over your hair, until it lands at the base of your neck. He leans in close until you can feel his hot breath on your skin: “Oh, I think you have plenty to give me. One might even say you’re greedy, keeping all this intoxicating blood to yourself.”

“I can’t, I already gave some to Azul! If I give any more today I’ll pass out.” You say, although you know rationality is a lost cause if Jade has decided this is what he wants. Your own rationality is steadily slipping away, too, being replaced by the desire for him to give you something else to distract you.

“You know, Floyd has told me all about how tasty you are~ There’s only so much a vampire can take, my dear. You curl into my chest, holding me for comfort and spreading your sweet smell so close to me…” Jade scratches his fangs gently across your skin, not piercing the flesh but still sending a shiver down your back. Just as you close your eyes and brace yourself for the prick of pain, Jade has removed himself from you entirely.

When you open your eyes, Jade stands in front of you. He seems to stifle a sound of amusement: “Kidding, of course. You didn’t really think I would take blood from you, did you? I would never harm you, my dear. Well, not unless you wanted me to.” Jade says with his typical deceptively pleasant smile.

“I wouldn’t.” You reply flatly, brushing past him to the kitchen. You don’t know who you’re more irritated at: him, for acting like he wanted to take your blood, or you, for wanting him too.

“Ah, I am sorry, I see my jest may have frightened you more than I intended. Perhaps I can make it up to you.” Jade says, picking up a small bag you hadn’t noticed him place on the floor earlier. “I had to make a deal with him, but I got Azul to find a supplier for these fruits for you. I know they’re your favourites.”

It’s both endearing and terrifying to realize how well Jade actually knows you. He offers to prepare them for you, but you decline: “I can do it. You’ve…already done too much for me today.”

Jade pats your head. “If you insist.”

You ask him to wait on the couch while you go into the kitchen with the fruit. Lost in thought with ambivalent feelings about the vampire you’ve spent all day with, the knife slips and makes a small cut on your finger. You hiss and go to the sink to wash it but Jade entering the kitchen stops you.

“Hm, so clumsy, it seems I’ll have to keep a closer eye on you.” Jade says, catching your wrist. He rotates your hand until he can see your cut, popping your finger into his mouth. You hate that when he looks back up at you, still sucking on your finger, he smirks at how flustered you’ve obviously become. He finally releases you a few moments later. “Vampiric saliva does have healing properties, but it’s best if we further clean and disinfect it.”

When you don’t protest, Jade pulls you out of the kitchen and onto the couch. He comes back a couple minutes later with supplies. After disinfecting your cut, he places a bandaid on it.

“Thank you, Jade.” For all his faults, he has taken good care of you.

“You’re welcome, my dear. It’s getting rather late, let me walk you back to your room.”

“Yes, because the mansion is so incredibly dangerous at night.” Jade gives a polite chuckle at your statement, but his grip on your hand doesn’t lessen.

“With you being so…accident-prone, it seems better to be safe than sorry, no?” Jade says.

You refuse to argue with him anymore, so the two of you continue on your way. It’s only when you’ve arrived at your door, ready to say good night to him, that he whispers in your ear: “Floyd wasn’t exaggerating it seems. Your blood truly was addicting.”

With that he’s gone back down the hall, and you enter your room, heart racing.

#damn finally made it out of the drafts #jade leech x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #jade leech #azul ashengrotto #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland vampire au #twst vampire au #twst jade #twst jade x reader

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snakegorl212006 · 8 months

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Late night Invitation

“Who the heck is that?” I mumbled as I glanced out my bedroom window.I was about to go to bed,lights off and everything until something caught my eye outside my bedroom. There in the distance within the garden was a tall man with his figure hidden beneath a flowing cloak. It’s been a month and the only people I know about are lord vanrouge and Silver who come every few days to take blood. Other than that. There shouldn't be any more people….Right. His presence is alarming to say the least, I mean who’s outside at midnight. The once still figure moved, his head and turned to look at me. Through the shadow of his cloak I could see a glowing pair of green eyes. A slight chill rushed through my spine. Can he see me. My room is dark and there’s no moonlight coming though due to the cloudy sky. There's no way he can. I could barely see myself. He still holds his gaze at my window. Almost we locked eyes with each other. Then a creaking was heard along with the sound of a door bell. I turned to see my door open slightly. Creeped out, I turned back around to see if that man is still there…he’s not. The doorbell rings again. I swallowed my fear and got up from my bed to investigate. Using my phone as a flashlight, I navigated through the empty halls to the front door. I opened the front door and was greeted by a draft of cold air. No one was at the door. Before I could close the door, a light shined in the corner of my eye, on the floor near the side of the door was an envelope. Unlike the white ones lilia likes to send, this one was black. The glowing effect came from the fireflies which hover around it. I picked up the envelope and it had no name other than my own. Once opened, on the flap it instructed me to read the message out loud. Inside the envelope was a white paper with only a sentence written “follow the flames” I read outloud, then suddenly, green flames popped up and illuminated the path before me. I looked down to see the message has changed “We’ll see you soon”

#twisted wonderland vampire au #twsited wonderland x reader #twst vampire au #malleus draconia

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syrensocks · 1 year

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Floyd was a cyclops cause he tried to eat fairy Azul who cursed him, but he was a really good boy and got him reaper hair from Idia for a potion so he finally changed him back to a vampire, and just in time to impress mama Rosehearts during his half date with Succubus Riddle 😂

@/RoseSharks designed their vampire versions. Theyre still originally mer in the AU as well, kinda like "leeches" hehehe

#twisted wonderland #twst #floyd leech #jade leech #vampire #au #syrendraws

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cvlutos · 1 year

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TWISTED WONDERLAND: VAMPIRE AU

OVERVIEW:

Vampires have existed for millennia. Evolving. Just as humans do, spread all across Twisted Wonderland. With the ability to drink blood. Shapeshift. Immortality. Control minds. To grow and expand.

There are several breeds of vampires.

——Pure-Bloods: They are the First Vampires to Exist. They have that of royal blood within them. The purest vampires can turn humans and half-bloods into full-blooded vampires. They’re rarely ever seen, and many believe them to be extinct or simply choose to hide from society, both humans and vampires. Not much is known about them, but to fear and or respect them.

——Full-Bloods: Humans or Half-Blood Vampires that were turned into Full-bloods by the Purest Form of Vampires. They’re also born from two Full-bloods. Most Full-bloods run large covens and form families with other Full-Bloods and create their own hierarchy. They can also turn humans into a lesser form of vampires.

——Half-Blood: Born from a Vampire and a Human. They’re very similar to Full-Bloods, but can also walk within the sun, unlike Full-Bloods. They have a harder time controlling their urges for blood and are seen as a disgrace amongst certain vampiric communities. Most Half-Bloods are killed before they can fully grow or before they're even born.

——Hybrids: Born from a Vampire and a different Non-Human Species. They’re especially rare and insanely strong, with a mix of vampiric powers, and whatever else they’re mixed with. You can’t tell most have vampire blood within them since it’s rare for them to feel certain instincts unless they’re around a general weakness.

——Turned: Humans were bitten by a Full-Blood and drank their blood in return. This makes the once human, now forever tied to the vampire that turned them.

COVEN HEARTSLABYUL:

Located within a land of mazes and roses. Heartslabyul is by far the largest coven. Taking in all those that seek refuge as long as they can provide. Most of those that live within the large manor, was on the verge of death, before pledging their life to Riddle Rosehearts. Heartslabyul is strict, yet doesn’t hide away from humans. Instead, they keep to themselves and are cordial.

Coven Leader: Riddle Rosehearts

—Vampiric Breed: Full-Blood Vampire [Turned by Malleus Draconia]

—Age: 219 [Turned at age 19]

—Does he Drink Human Blood: Yes. [Only when Donated and or Given.]

Born as a human and studied Vampiric Law, he often spoke up and out for Vampires and other supernatural creatures. Making him a prime target of hate within the Queendom of Roses. During his work, he was attacked and nearly left for dead, before Malleus found him. Both meeting once by chance and having mutual respect, Malleus offered to turn him into a Full-Blood and Riddle agreed. Riddle soon went on then to gather others, similar to him, and created a home for the rejected. He still follows his rules, that the immortal and mortal can coexist.

Right Hand: Trey Clover

—Vampiric Breed: Turned Vampire [Turned by Riddle Rosehearts]

—Age: 218

—Does he Drink Human Blood: No. [Only animal blood]

Born as a human, and a close friend to Riddle. Offering to help him no matter what, and staying by his side. He was the one who asked Riddle to turn him so that he could be of greater use. Many view him as human, and see nothing out of the ordinary. Seeing as he drinks only animal blood.

Key Figures:

Cater Diamond

—Vampiric Breed: Turned Vampire [Turned by Riddle Rosehearts]

—Age: 128

—Does he Drink Human Blood: Sometimes.

Born as a human, and was close to death. He was running out of his home and was on the run. Riddle gave him a safe home and turned to him.

Ace Trappola

—Vampiric Breed: Half-Blood Vampire

--Age: 156

—Does he Drink Human Blood: Yes.

His mother was a human and his father a vampire. He lived an average life until his village was attacked and he was ran out of his village. He lived as a rogue for years, before Riddle found him and offered him a home.

Deuce Spade

—Vampiric Breed: Turned Vampire [Turned by Rouge Full-Blood]

—Age: 108

—Does he Drink Human Blood: No. [Tempted]

Born as a human, his village was attacked, and he was saved by a rogue vampire. Who enjoyed him and used him to participate in other village raids. He couldn’t fight against the Vampire and was forced to hurt humans until Riddle found the rogue and killed him. Ultimately saving Deuce

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COVEN SAVANNACLAW:

Located within a land of savannas and jungles. SavannaClaw is the 2nd largest coven. A coven that still participates in the old ways of drinking blood, but they as well interact with humans on occasion. They’re very secluded and keep to themselves. Yet he’s seen as a monster in human form. Savannaclaw is wild, with their only rules being to protect the weak, but they follow the rules of the world.

Coven Leader: Leona Kingscholar

—Vampiric Breed: Hybrid Vampire

—Age: 421

—Does he Drink Human Blood: Yes.

His mother was a lion beastman, and his father was a vampiric lion beastman, a hybrid. Born as the 2nd Prince, as an outcast, Leona soon left home and ran into the past vampire hybrid that ruled SavannaClaw. The two didn’t get along, and Leona decided he wanted the position, and thus killed the old leader and took his place easily.

Right Hand: Ruggie Bucchi

—Vampiric Breed: Turned Vampire [Turned by Leona Kingscholar]

—Age: 326

—Does he Drink Human Blood: Sometimes.

A thief that tried to steal from Leona, only to be caught and almost killed. Leona decided to take pity in turn, that Ruggie listen to his every whim and desire. Which the hyena beastman did and did well. So Leona turned to him and kept him by his side.

Key Figures:

Jack Howl

—Vampiric Breed: Full-Blooded Vampire [Turned By Vil Schoenheit]

—Age: 119

—Does he Drink Human Blood: No.

Friends with Vil Schoenheit, he became a vampire willingly, until betrayed. He ran away from the Pomefiore coven and stumbled across SavannaClaw. Though he is seen as an outcast for his association with Vil.

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COVEN OCTAVINELLE:

Located within the oceans and deep sea. Octavinelle is the 2nd smallest coven. A coven that still participates in the ways of the ocean. In the harshness, the absolute violence. They don’t interact with humans, they only view humans as food. Blood bags. Yet they sometimes pretend to be seen as humans to lure. They’re very secluded, yet pretend to be accepting. Yet this coven has many traitors, all which escape to the Scarabia Coven.

Coven Leader: Azul Ashengrotto

—Vampiric Breed: Hybrid Vampire

—Age: 326

—Does he Drink Human Blood: Yes.

Born from an octopus and vampire, he spends most of his time ignoring the portion of him that's a a vampire and often rejects it. He often vows about the separation of vampires, humans, and other merpeople and beastmen. He believes that they should remain separate and not intermingle. He has grown quite a fraction and even those non-merpeople align with his ideas.

Right Hand: Jade Leech

—Vampiric Breed: Hybrid Vampire

—Age: 329

—Does he Drink Human Blood: Yes

Carries out all of Azul’s orders. Though he doesn’t share the same sentiment. He likes the idea that humans, vampires, and merpeople mingle. He finds it entertaining in what mixes can create. Yet he doesn’t deny that the separation also brings entertainment. He truly doesn’t care either way.

Key Figures:

Floyd Leech

—Vampiric Breed: Hybrid Vampire

—Age: 329

—Does he Drink Human Blood: Yes

Enjoys the chaos. Enjoys the violence. He likes the part of him that is a vampire and everyone knows as much. He doesn’t hide it. Many of those within Octavinelle view him as a traitor, yet can’t do anything about it.

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COVEN SCARABIA:

Located within the heated deserts. The third largest coven that houses not only vampires, but humans, and anyone else. One of the safest covens that accepts vampires, everyone and everything. They don’t participate in violence nor anything else and keep to themselves, while offering help. An extremely safe coven.

Coven Leader: Kalim Al-Asim

—Vampiric Breed: Full-Blooded Vampire

—Age: 230

—Does he Drink Human Blood: No.

Kalim Al-Asim was born as a half-blood but his mother turned him into a full-blooded vampire. He keeps up the already functioning traditions of working alongside humans and offering them homes. He is kind and sweet and often houses vampires and humans, protecting them from other covens. Which also makes him disagreeable to covens with traitorous vampires and or humans.

Right Hand: Jamil Viper

—Vampiric Breed: Turned Vampire [Turned by Kalim Al-Asim]

—Age: 226

—Does he Drink Human Blood: Yes.

Born human and turned by Kalim at a young age to bind the two together for a lifetime together. Not much is known about Jamil except that he is a dedicated and faithful servant.

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COVEN POMEFIORE:

Located within the frigid mountains and pretty forests. One of the most popular covens where vampires and humans mingle. Where pleasure, beauty, lust and love thrive. With a large population of turned vampires who wished to be turned. The entire city is a coven. Most don’t know that they stepped into the Coven.

Coven Leader: Vil Schoenheit

—Vampiric Breed: Pure-Blood Vampire

—Age: 419

—Does he Drink Human Blood: Yes.

One of the only known Pure-Bloods that constantly mingles with humans. Seens as a very selfish vampire that loves the blood of beautiful men and women, and only accepts those of beauty into his coven. He’s harsh and almost antagonistic, yet well beloved.

Right Hand: Rook Hunt

—Vampiric Breed: Full Blooded Vampire [Turned by Vil Schoenheit]

—Age: 410

—Does he Drink Human Blood: Yes.

Once a human that went to Vil and asked to be a vampire. Promising to devote his very life to Vil. He’s odd, and no one knows much about him except that the coven of SavannaClaw hates him.

Key Figures:

Epel Felmier

—Vampiric Breed: Turned Vampire [Turned by Vil Schoenheit]

—Age: 329

—Does he Drink Human Blood: Yes

A human that fled to the Pomefiore Coven to escape a group of vampires that assumed he was a woman. Yet unaware that Pomefiore doesn’t do kind deeds without being repaid. So in turn for Epel’s protection, he turned him into a vampire.

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COVEN IGNIHYDE:

Located within misty mountains and underground caves. It's a small and very forgettable coven. With very few vampires. Most are unaware of its existence and it’s more of a myth than an actual coven.

Coven Leader: Idia Shroud

—Vampiric Breed: Pure-Blood Vampire

—Age: 521

—Does he Drink Human Blood: Sometimes.

Loner Pure-Blood that fits the description of unknown. He purposely chooses to remain hidden away and secret from the world. Yet his caves are insanely eccentric and house the most advanced technology in the world. All built by him.

Right Hand: Ortho Shroud

—Vampiric Breed: ?????

—Age: 494

—Does he Drink Human Blood: Yes.

No one is sure of what Ortho is and settles that he’s a machine but needs blood to run his systems. Odd.

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COVEN DIASOMNIA:

Location is unknown. Everything about Diasomnia is unknown except the name and that no humans can ever join them.

Coven Leader: Malleus Draconia

—Vampiric Breed: Pure-Blood Vampire

—Age: 632

—Does he Drink Human Blood: Sometimes.

The oldest known direct descendant of a royal Pure-Blood line. Yet no one has seen his face, they know that all covens must bow down to him and only him.

Right Hand: Lilia Vanrouge

—Vampiric Breed: Pure-Blood Vampire

—Age: ????

—Does he Drink Human Blood: Yes.

He’s existed forever, some even believe before Malleus. In a time of war and heartache, yet many are unsure and don’t bother to learn from the strange vampire.

Key Figures:

Silver

—Vampiric Breed: Turned Vampire [Turned by Lilia Vanrouge]

—Age: 253

—Does he Drink Human Blood: No

A human that is bound to Malleus. There’s not much more to him, is there?

Sebek Zigvolt

—Vampiric Breed: Half-Blood Vampire

—Age: 248

—Does he Drink Human Blood: Yes.

Very proudly, does he hate humans. And very proudly does he drink their blood to show clear superiority. Even though human blood exists within his veins. Malleus and Lilia have both refused to change him fully.

—NRC [NIGHT RAVEN COVEN]: The meeting place of all Covens. All coven leaders and their selected members must gather to fix grudges and prevent coven wars.

—RSA [ROYAL SWORD ASYLUM]: Those that protect humans from vampires and fight against the spreading of covens. Some believe that RSA is trying to learn a way to unturn vampires and return them back to humans.

—NBC [NOBLE BELL CHURCH]: Vampires are demonic and NBC specializes in raising vampire hunters. They are quite successful in their talents.

“NRC asks for our presence. You will accompany us.”

His words are familiar demands, yet they have no force behind them, no sneer, no anger, no threat. Yet a demand in which he stares, with eyes of emerald, with the slightest hint of red. You merely nod, back still towards him. Keeping your eyes on the black lacy pattern of the tablecloth, feeling fangs pierce deeper into your wrist. You grimace. There is no pleasure that comes when giving blood, not if the one taking does not desire it. And he is keen on taking without giving.

“Sebek~ Be a little gentle. Before you hurt our little Dove.” A different voice, one that is sultry, purring almost, as he sits across the dining table, elbows pressed against the wood and chin within his palms. Yet magenta eyes are ever so amused.

No matter how much you hate that nickname, he continues to refer to you as such. You wince as the man nearly growls, annoyed by his elders words, yet listening. Feeling his teeth leave your skin and listening to his heavy exhale, steam rolling past his lips as he relishes in the moment. You pull your wrist away, using the already red splotchy towel to cover the wound, a towel that has been used two times prior to this moment. The pain is quick to fade, yet you know the marks won’t. They never do.

“Dove. Did you hear me?”

You turn to your capture. The one who said your blood had the sweetest smell and the most unique taste. The best type to every grace of his immortal tongue. That made him feel almost human again. Almost. He leans back in his chair, sitting at the head of the table, one that isn’t any different from the others, yet seems like a throne amongst mere stools. Staring with unblinking eyes, as he holds a half empty wine glass, one that he occasionally sips. “… Yes… My Lord…” The words are forced past your lips as your semi-bow, rising your seat, still gingerly covering your arm. He dismisses you with a simple nod, yet a promise to visit later.

Cause blood in his glass is merely never enough to satisfy him.

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