#vampire chris au
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Welcome to Your Life
Pairing: dark vampire!Steve Rogers x f!reader
Word Count: ~3.75k
Summary: During a drunken night out on vacation, you're brought to a strange club and presented to a mysterious man. Part of Everybody Wants to Rule the World
Warnings: Horror elements, dark elements, mind control, some blood and gore, feeding on humans, captivity, dub/con, SMUT - All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI
Divider by @saradika
We're All Monsters
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A/N: And here it is, the first part of Vampire Steve's solo story! If you missed his introduction, it was in I Can't Sleep Cause My Bed's On Fire. You don't need to read that before you read this, but some of the world-building (specifically how his club works) might be helpful. Plus, it's a vampire threesome, so 🥵🥵🥵
This is also the first part of the new, super-expanded supernatural universe that I'm doing with @paperweight91, playing off of what I started with my Psycho Killer AU. Big thanks to Chelsea for all her help on this and for just how much fun it's been to come up with ideas with her for this whole universe.
Now, where it might get slightly confusing, but I really hope it doesn't. This story introduces a new character, Cutter, who will eventually be a reader in one of Chelsea's stories in her werewolf half of this au. She is not physically described at all here, other than being a woman. I hope it gets you excited about what @paperweight91 has in store for her.
As always, any comments, reblogs, or asks are very appreciated. You know how much I love this Steve. Please come screech with me about him!!!
You were shaking. That was the only thing you knew. You didn’t know where you were or what you were doing there. Not even how you’d gotten there, just that you were standing in the back room of some club, surrounded by people—were they people? Of course, they were. What else could they be?!—unable to move, and you couldn’t stop shaking.
You’d been on vacation with some friends in Berlin. You’d all decided to have a wild night out together but were quickly separated. While tipsily searching for them at a club, you’d bumped into a man, an American, who told you his name was Cole. And suddenly, looking for your friends didn’t seem as important. He’d told you he knew a great bar just a few blocks away. You didn’t really remember agreeing to go with him, but now you were here, in a room full of strangers who wouldn’t stop leering at you. No one had done anything or even said anything, but you knew in your bones that you were not safe. And yet, you couldn’t move.
Cole, especially, wouldn’t take his eyes off you, your neck in particular. You desperately wished for something to cover up your club attire. A woman was leaning against the wall in the corner, sharpening her ridiculously long nails with a knife. She looked up occasionally, and this time her gaze landed on Cole, a scowl on her face. “You know he gets first taste,” she said, before looking back down in disinterest.
“I know,” he said, his fingers drumming impatiently on his thigh.
“Everything has to get his approval before it goes on the menu,” she continued, still not looking up as she filed her nails to a terrifying point.
“Yes,” Cole gritted out, “I know that, Cutter. I’m not fucking new.”
“Then stop acting like you’re jonesing for your next fix. You’re that fucking hungry? Go get yourself something to eat that actually is on the menu.” Nothing they were saying made any sense.
He scowled at her, but started to leave the room, and then, suddenly, stopped. Everyone stopped. Cutter looked up, listening for something, then pushed herself off the wall and made her way over to you. She brushed one of her exceedingly sharp nails over your bottom lip. Looking you in the eye, she breathed, “Kneel, sweetheart.” And you were on your knees before you had any idea what had happened. She smiled at you and added, “Be quiet,” and you knew, in every cell, that you wouldn’t have been able to make any noise if you’d tried.
One of the doors opened and a tall, broad, beautiful man came into the room and you felt the energy of everything change. It was like it was all, yourself included, suddenly charged with electricity. You’d never felt anything like it. He zeroed in on you instantly and made his way over. You felt the instinct to cower, but it was far away, almost like it was behind a wall. And you still couldn’t move anyway. All you could do was shiver.
The man looked at you carefully. “Pretty,” he said, absently. He brushed his thumb over your lower lip just like Cutter had. Then he gripped your chin and angled it up so you were forced to make eye contact. “Give me your wrist,” he said and you couldn’t explain the feeling that moved through your body, only that you reached your wrist up to him, you had to, and waited for him to take it. He took it in his firm grip and placed his thumb right over your pulse point. He pressed down hard and smiled when you still didn’t move, didn’t react. It was like you didn’t know how. And then, something happened, so quickly you couldn’t process it. Fangs descended into his mouth and he lowered his head to your wrist and bit down hard. It was some of the worst pain you’d ever felt, but you didn’t pull away, didn’t make a sound. It wasn’t until you felt the wetness on your cheeks that you even realized you were crying. It was like all the different parts of you were separated.
He pulled his teeth from your wrist and then licked the wound clean. He grinned at you and said, “You have excellent taste in cocktails, honey.” Then he looked over at Cutter and his smile dropped. “She’s still drunk. You should have known better.”
Her mouth fell open, and then she flung her hand out at Cole who stood sheepishly on the other side of the room. “Cole’s the one who brought her in!”
He was in front of her in a blink, the arm that was still in the air now in his firm grasp. She grimaced. “And you know exactly how good his judgment is,” he growled.
“Steve,” she whispered, just barely loud enough for you to hear her.
The man (could you even call him that? Deep down you knew what he was), Steve, brought his face as close to hers as possible. “When I put you in charge,” he said, so lowly, “I expect you to be in charge.”
She just stared at him for a moment meeting his gaze, then dropped her own and nodded. He smiled fondly, you were surprised to see, and kissed her on the cheek. “You know he needs supervision.”
He made his way back to where you were still kneeling, now cradling your arm. He bent down to you slightly and stroked a hand down your neck. “There’s something there, though,” he said, although you weren’t sure who he was talking to. Certainly not to you. “Underneath everything else. I’ll try her again tomorrow and see how she is when the blood’s pure.”
You gazed up at him, confused, and he gripped your chin in his hand. “You may speak,” he said.
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” was all you could manage.
“Oh honey, of course, you don’t,” he said with a grin that frightened you. “The good news is that you’ll never need to understand anything ever again.” He looked back up at the room at large. “Set her up in a room upstairs.” He released your chin and made his way to the exit, pausing as he was almost out the door to call “Cole!” over his shoulder. The other man quickly followed him out of the room.
Cutter came to stand in front of you. She looked you in the eye and said, “Up,” and without thinking, you were on your feet. “Such a good girl,” she cooed. “Follow me,” and suddenly that was all you wanted to do.
The room she took you to was better described as a cell. There was a cot, a toilet, and a sink. No windows. Painted grey. It was tiny. Cutter left as soon as you were inside and you heard the door lock behind her.
You sat down on the bed and closed your eyes. You felt the urge to panic but it was like your body wouldn’t cooperate. Your heart rate stayed steady, your breaths even. You were calm, even if that was the last thing you wanted to be.
These people must have done something to you. People, right. You knew what they were. Every single one of them had stared at your neck. Steve had fangs and he’d literally drank your blood. You knew, even if an hour ago you would’ve sworn that was just fantasy. Vampires. You were being held captive by vampires. What the hell?
There was nothing to occupy your time in here except for your thoughts, so you curled up on the cot and tried to convince yourself that it was all a bizarre dream. Eventually, your exhaustion overtook you and you fell asleep.
You weren’t sure when exactly you woke up. You hadn’t seen a single window since Cole had brought you into the building last night. Because sunlight kills vampires, you thought to yourself, somewhat hysterically. Your memories of the night before were… weird. And not just because you swear someone drank your blood. They were patchy. And yes, you’d been drunk, but not that drunk. Not so drunk that you blacked out small portions of the night. And certainly not so drunk that you hallucinated vampires. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. There was no way out of the cell. Nothing in it that would help you. All you could do was wait for whatever it was that was coming for you.
Sometime later, hours probably, a slit in the door you hadn’t noticed before was opened, and a tray was slid through. Food. You gathered it quickly and sat on the bed. There was a carton of water and a plate with a large salad that was mostly made up of spinach and lentils. Iron-rich food, your mind supplied. The previous night seemed more and more real.
.You thought about refusing the salad, but you were so hungry, so you ate it. It was surprisingly good, but not what you would have chosen for what would probably be your last meal. You lay back down when you were finished, curled up on your side, and daydreamed of something more satisfying than a spinach salad.
More time passed. You stared at the walls and tried not to freak out. You wondered if your friends had made it back to the hotel. How long it took for them to realize you were missing. Were the police searching for you? Did your family know? You couldn’t help it when the tears started. You were pretty sure you were going to die here.
You dozed in and out for who knows how long. And then the door opened. Steve walked in with Cole behind him, carrying a chair. You jolted up and pressed yourself into the wall. “Stop,” Steve said, and everything did. “Calm down,” and you felt everything in your body slow. Suddenly, you couldn’t access whatever it was that you’d been so scared of. So you sat still and watched him.
Cole handed Steve the chair and he placed it in front of your cot. He sat down and looked at you. His gaze made you feel so small. He reached out his hand and brushed the backs of his fingers against your knee. A chill ran up your spine, not just fear, but an excitement too, that you couldn’t explain. “Give me your other wrist,” he said, lowly, and you immediately did. He took it in his hand and brought it up to his nose, forcing you to lean forward. He inhaled deeply. “Much better,” he said. “You’re all sobered up now, aren’t you?”
You didn’t respond. You knew, deep inside yourself, that he didn’t want you to. His fangs dropped and you braced yourself, something in the far recesses of your mind knowing that you should be scared. With a slight grin, he sank his teeth into your wrist. The pain was just as bad as the night before but soon, so much quicker than the last time, it was over and Steve was pulling away, his eyes still locked on you.
“Shit,” he breathed.
“What?” Cole asked, from his place by the door. “She’s that bad?”
“No,” Steve growled. “She tastes like sunshine.” He stood up and leaned over you, running the back of one finger across your cheek. “Precious thing.”
You looked up at him and blinked. “Please,” you said, “please, I want to go home.”
“No, honey,” he cooed, so gently, “you’ll never go home again.” As you tried to process that through the fog, he turned to Cole. “Put her in my private reserves. I’ll have her for dinner.” And then he was out of the room.
Cole looked at you, a pout on his face. “Goddamnit,” he grumbled, “I’ve been waiting for a taste.”
“You’re gonna bite me, too?” you asked, alarmed.
He sighed. “Not anymore. I’d rather not face the true death, thanks.” He looked you in the eye. “Come with me.”
You felt something move through you at that. There was definitely a strong urge to obey that you wouldn’t resist, but it was nothing like what you felt with Steve, or even Cutter, where it was like your body was on strings. It wasn’t a huge weakness, but you were taking note of everything at this point.
Cole took you through a long series of hallways that you couldn’t hope to keep track of. Cole talked the whole way, mostly inane bits about his frustrations with the pecking order in whatever vampire organization this was. You marveled for a moment at the fact that you were describing something to do with mythical monsters as inane. Finally, just as you arrived at a door not dissimilar to the one you’d just come out of, he concluded with “You’re a really good listener.”
You gaped at him. What did he think was happening here? He’d targeted you, done something to you to bring you here where you were trapped and probably going to die and he thought you cared that he didn’t feel respected enough by his fellow monsters???
But staying alive right now was your primary concern, so you just quietly said, “Thank you,” and let him show you into the room.
It was much bigger than the cell, but still small, along the lines of a spacious walk-in closet. There was a plush rug under your feet, a deep rose color. A four-poster bed was to one side covered in a big, fluffy comforter that was in a lighter shade of dusty pink and piled with pillows to match. The far wall was entirely made of mahogany built-in bookcases that were completely full of books. There was a soft-looking armchair in the corner by the shelves. You turned back to Cole and asked, “What is this?”
“It’s your room,” he said with a smile. He looked you in the eye. “Now,” he said, and you felt his words travel through your body. He pointed at a door without breaking eye contact, “that’s your bathroom. You’re going to use it now to get very clean and smooth. There are lotions you’ll use after to make yourself soft. There are things in there,” he pointed to a beautiful armoire in the corner, “for you to change into when you’re done. Steve will be back in a few hours and you will be ready for him. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” you said, your voice coming out of you without any conscious thought or effort, “I’ll be ready for Steve.”
“Good girl,” he said, and gently patted your cheek. He stood awkwardly, watching you, but now that the command was in you, you were focused on getting to the bathroom so you could get clean. He was in your way.
“I have to get ready for Steve,” you told him, your voice sounding oddly robotic to your own ears.
Cole blinked at you and then sighed. “Right,” he said, sounding almost forlorn. He stared at you again and then shook his head. “I’ll see you again soon,” he said, stroking one hand down your arm. And then he finally left.
It was the most luxurious shower of your life.
When you came out of the bathroom, clean, smooth, and more moisturized than you’d ever been, you opened the armoire to find a small collection of slips in different sizes hanging in it. You found the one that would fit you best and put it on. It was black, a combination of silk and lace. It felt expensive against your skin. You searched the drawers, and next to a collection of silk briefs, you found a pair of black lace panties that would work for you.
Once you were dressed (or as dressed as you were going to be with what was available), you moved to the bookshelves. They were chock full of every genre and category you could think of. Vaunted classics next to dime store romances. Shakespeare collections and airport schlock. You ran your fingers across the spines, when, suddenly, from behind you–
“If there’s something you particularly enjoy, let me know and I’ll have someone get it for you.”
You spun around to find Steve just inches from you. You hadn’t heard a noise when he’d come in. There was a coldness emanating from him that made goosebumps rise along your flesh. Your breath caught and he grinned. You inhaled and asked, “You aren’t going to kill me?”
He laughed. “Oh no, Sunshine. You’re too delicious. I’m going to be feeding from you for a long, long time.”
You tried to back up, but the wall of bookcases blocked you. You pressed yourself into it anyway. He opened his mouth and you hurried to say “Please don’t make me calm down!”
His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head to the side. “Explain,” he commanded and you were obeying before you even registered the word.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I feel it when you tell me to do things. And I– I don’t know. I don’t know.” You wanted to obey, every part of you was trying, but you had no vocabulary for any of what this was. So you were left chanting, “I don’t know,” over and over.
“Stop,” he said, and of course, everything did. “You can feel it?” he asked. “The compulsion? You actually feel it move through your body?”
The word was new to you, but you knew what he meant. You nodded and he hummed. “Oh, you are very interesting, aren’t you, pet?”
You didn’t say anything to that, just watched him warily. He gave you a sharklike grin that sent chills down your spine and said “Now, calm down.”
And just like before, you felt everything inside you slow. Your body sagged a bit against the shelves, no longer trying to push your way through them.
“There,” he said, cupping your face in his large hand. “Isn’t that better, little pet?”
He guided you to the armchair and sat down in it, pulling you onto his lap. You could feel the supernatural strength in his thighs as you settled on top of him, sidesaddle, as he took all of your weight without any reaction at all. He scratched his thumbnail down your jugular and you closed your eyes. “It hurts,” you said, your tone surprisingly flat for how afraid of all this you’d been just a moment before.
“Hmm?” he questioned, as he nuzzled his nose along your throat.
“When you bite me,” you said, still so calm, “it hurts so much.”
“Oh, is that all?” he asked and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Don’t worry, Sunshine, I’ll make it feel just as good for you as it will for me.”
With that, he moved one of his hands in between your legs, slowly sliding it up your thigh. His face was fully in the crook of your neck when he mumbled “Feel this,” and you felt the command vibrate through your whole body. The calmness that had flattened you faded away and you let out a little whine when his hand reached your mound. He pushed your panties to the side and slid his fingers between your folds. You gasped as he quickly found your clit, tracing slow lazy circles around it. You tried to grind down onto his hand and you felt him huff a laugh into your neck. His tongue darted out, licking a wide stripe all along your vein. You let out another whine, so desperate this time.
He chuckled again. “I was going to make you get wet for me,” he said, as his fingers began to prod at your hole gently, his thumb still working at your clit, “but I don’t need to, do I? Or at least, not with my voice.” He was right, you were already soaking, and there was no resistance as he slipped one finger inside of you. You squirmed against his hand and he added another finger.
His mouth was still on your neck, lapping and nipping at your jugular, but he hadn’t sunk his teeth in yet. He scissored his fingers for a moment, stretching you so good that you cried out before he added a third. They stroked inside your walls, looking for your spot. He found it and you threw your head back.
“Come on,” he growled, “give me what I need.” He curled his fingers, scraping against that place inside you just right. You screamed as you were thrown over the edge of your orgasm and that’s the moment he finally sunk his fangs into your neck. You felt it, you did. The pain was just as intense as before but mingled with some of the strongest pleasure you’d ever felt, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your body spasmed around his fingers as he loudly sucked from your neck. You swore that you could feel the blood rushing to both places. You babbled as you coasted along the waves of your orgasm, feeling like it would never end. Even as the aftershocks quieted and slowed down, his mouth was still latched to your neck, taking what he needed from you. Your body was fully collapsed into his now. Everything offered up for the taking.
Finally, his teeth left you and he gently licked the blood from your skin. He slowly removed his fingers from you and you whined at the emptiness. He brought them up to your lips. “Clean up your mess,” he commanded and your mouth dropped open without thinking. He slid his fingers in and you swirled your tongue around them. You tasted yourself, sweet and musky, as you sucked him clean. He pulled them out with a soft pop and wiped them on the bodice of your slip.
You looked at his face. He still had your blood on his lips. You felt the odd urge to kiss him but didn’t have the chance as he pushed you off his lap. Your knees buckled, too weak to stand. He laughed gently, like you might at a cute animal that was struggling, as he lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bed. He laid you down and tucked you in. “Rest up, Sunshine,” he cooed, and your body did as it was told, quickly sinking into sleep. “I’ll be back for more soon.”
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Kinktober 2023, Day 4
The Spike In My Heart
Summary: You could smell him miles away. It was the sweetest scent you have ever breathed. It was addictive. It was a need. You needed this smell. And what you found was Cole….
Pairings: Cole Turner X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: vampires, stalking, chase kink, explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, licking, overstimulating, blood kink (?), creampie, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.7K
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The world stopped moving. Time stood still, and all sins had been erased the second that scent dug its hole into your brain.
Obsession. There was no better way to describe it. It wasn’t close to you, but one drop of that decadent blood had set your mouth on fire. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, while you guess the notes of their blood. Man. It was definitely male.
Delicate. Like a field of wildflowers. Bees that gather pollen to create scrumptious honey that makes your mouth water. You need that blood. Already, you are craving something that you hadn’t even tasted.
Masculine. Like a man bathing in a river. The water cascading down his chest, and creating its own waterfalls. Your tongue lapping up the trail until you see his neck pulsing with his life force. You want that.
Angelic. Like a feathery soft sweetness that tickles along your skin. Creating a trail of goosebumps with every inch it touches. Airy and romantic. You desire it.
Your body won’t stop moving until you find the creature that had the most delicious notes of flavor. Stalking through the shadows until you find the smell. A smell that will forever be ingrained in your body. Your soul. A smell that…
You stop at the edge of the forest, tilting your head to the side. Your fangs retreat, and you can’t deny that was him. Your body had two heartbeats as soon as you saw his face. The almost non-existent beat of your heart, and the hard pulse in your pussy. He was beautiful. You had to admit he wasn’t who you were expecting to see.
You had gone through different scenarios on how you could make this dinner last. Had decided you were going to keep him locked up in the basement. But his cheeks sun kissed and red, deserved to be in the sun. The sun would be jealous if you ever took him away.
He is alone, which is more than you could hope because you needed a taste. But he was a bit skittish. Flinching at every little sound. It was adorable. You could chase him. You purposefully step on a branch, and the shovel he is holding drops to the ground, and he looks along the tree lines to find you. He wouldn’t see you unless you wanted him to.
His eyes hitting the light makes him that much more beautiful. He is precious. You want him. Want to protect him. Want to devour him. Even his trembling hand picking up the shovel makes you want to hold him.
Stepping on another fallen branch, he stands rigid scanning even harder, until you step in the light, “Run,” you whisper.
He might not hear it, but he understood. Dropping his shovel again, he races in the opposite direction of you. Predictable. You’d give the poor sap a head start. Sweet angel, even yelps. He smells so much better with his blood laced in fear and…that’s a new scent. He was in danger from something that wasn’t you.
It takes you seconds to catch up to him. His danger taking the fun in the chase away. His speed already slows down as he looks back at you in real fear. His pulse is off. “I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to taste you.”
“That doesn’t make me — feel — better,” he comes to a halt, placing his hands on his knees, “Is there like a — pause button in — this game?”
Deep staggering breaths have him choking before he reaches in his pocket. “It’s not — a gun. I just,” an inhaler. Oh he was a sweet one. He places the mechanism in his mouth, taking a deep puff, but his eyes never stray from you. “Vampires don’t exist.”
“We don’t?” Your fangs expand over your lips as you smile at him. “What makes you think we don’t?”
“So you’re gonna chase me then eat me until I’m dead?”
“Sweetheart,” his cheeks flush back to life as the pink expands over his skin. “I don’t eat people. I suck them.”
“You know, usually sucking sounds fun, but you mean my — and not my…”
“Oh, I could suck that as well if that’s what you required. You’re too sweet to kill. I want to savor you. Nothing has ever smelled sweeter than you.”
“I’m Cole,” Cole is too trusting. He goes quiet while he lets your words marinate in his brain. “Does it hurt?”
“Not if I don’t want it to. I promise there are ways to make you feel nothing but pleasure.”
“And…how — how is that?” You take both Cole and yourself to the ground, giving him a soft little peck to his lips. Your mouth trails across his jaw, giving him the tiniest nibble. And you drag the needle sharp edge of your fang along his skin. Cole arches and whimpers. Tilting his head to the side as he fully submits to you. Allowing you to see the throb of his pulse right on his neck. But it wasn’t the only part of him throbbing.
Sitting up suddenly, you allow yourself to straddle his body. Grinding over his pelvis with a cheeky grin. “Cole, you know the best way to experience this?”
“Wh-wh-what is that?” Your lips start kissing down his body as you undo his shirt. “Can I at least get a name?”
“Call me, Vixie,” you pull apart his shirt completely, marveling at his chiseled physique. Leaning down to lick around each of his nipples.
“So…what…what makes…you know giving you my blood…easier.”
“You’re adorable. Must be why you smell so sweet. Have you not figured out what I’m trying to do?” His head barely shakes no, and you roll your hips over his swollen crotch. “How about now?”
“Uh…w-w-wait…you want to kill me?”
“No, sweetheart, I want to overstimulate you, and give you the best orgasm of your life,” a timid squeaks pops out of his mouth, and just to make sure he understands, you roll your hips again. “What’s that, sweetheart? You want that? Or you want me to just take your blood and hold you captive?”
“Yeah.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
“Yes, I want…I don’t want to be a — um — captive. Oh god,” Cole’s eyes roll into the back of his head as you remove your shirt. Reaching behind you to undo your bra, and his mouth waters with need. This was going to go by too fast, but in time, Cole would be able to handle even more.
Getting to your knees, you hover over him. Undoing his pants, you pull them down with ease. Moaning when his cock breaks free, oh he is delicious. Pretty beads of precum on his tip, and even his thick vein is throbbing with need. The need to feel your walls squeeze him tight.
“Where are you going,” he whines when you stand up. But you don’t answer, just shimmy out of your pants before straddling him again. His eyes cast down your body, lingering on your cunt. He watches as you start to sink back down to your knees.
You grab the base of his cock, and he chirps. The sweetest little sound of pleasure and nerves. “Cole, I’ve only just touched you, sweetheart, are you going to be okay with me riding this pretty cock?”
“Yeah. Yes. Most definitely. Ah,” Cole soothes out as you let his tip just touch your weeping cunt. He has the longest drawn out mewl when your body takes every inch. Even your own strangled moan echoes into the wind at how well he fills you up. Giving yourself a moment to adjust, while you look at him. He is struggling.
Biting his lip, his eyes clenched close. “You look like you’re in pain.”
“I’m trying not to come.”
“You’re adorable,” he finally opens his eyes a bit. Peering up at you. “Cole,” you don’t even bounce over him, just give a dirty grind, and his hands grip tight onto your hips while he seethes. “I’ll keep taking you until I come, sweetie. Just relax. Enjoy the ride.”
Reaching behind you, you fondle his balls as you start undulating your hips. Letting him get used to the feeling. He is vocal, and it feeds your ego. Receptive and letting you know how good you were making him feel. All you can see is red as your vision pulses to the rhythm of his pumping blood. Giving the illusion of a bad quality home video, but it made him more beautiful. He lifts his neck up while turning his head. Showing you what really turns you on.
Hard pounding throbs that you no longer can ignore. His dick is already twitching in anticipation of coming.
Leaning over, you start to bounce over him. Taking every veiny inch of him as you sniff up his neck. His scent was mixed with something even more sweet, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to think about that. Laying your tongue flat, you lick a stripe up the sensitive column before your fangs graze over his sticky skin. His body hums in excitement. He is almost there. Almost to his grand finale. He’d hold out longer in time, but you are still going to make sure he is overstimulated.
His moans are so much closer to you, and you feel the hum of it straight to your core. Timing just when you are going to bite him. He’d never want anyone besides you after this. You would be a drug to him.
Just as his breathing hitches, and his voice goes up an octave, you pierce his skin. His taste blows up all your senses, and your vision blacks out. Your body on autopilot as his seed spurts deep into your womb. Slamming yourself over him, the two of your juices create a thick cream that coats his cock and oozes out of you.
He tastes better than you could have ever imagined. Summer rain, the breeze from hummingbird wings, the buzz of the honeybee, the warm glow of a lightning bug, and even the sweetness of wild honeysuckle. His essence drains down your throat, coating your insides. If it wasn’t for your trembling thighs, you wouldn’t even know that you had reached your own peak. It was just Cole.
Taking in a deep inhale, you lick over his punctures. Your saliva acts as a salve while you close up his wounds.
“Cole? Sweetie, can you see?” With a dopey smile, he shakes his head no. “You gonna be okay?”
“Yeah, if you do that again.”
“I’ll make sure to do this everyday. Every hour. Whatever you want.”
“Yeah…”
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Chris Motionless x Reader
Shades of Purple
Part 1: Plum
Warnings: Angst, Mentions of death/suicide, angst, mention of Ronnie Radke, fluff.
A/N: First chapter of a new series! Enjoy my loves 💜
Tag List: @skulliecadaver-blog @witchyweeb34 @cookiesupplier @raydenrrobertson @sakuracyberhex @beaker1636 @lyschko666 @black-damask1999 @synthetic-wasp-570 @jilliemiw86
Prologue: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/740513916349808640/shades-of-purple-prologue
Part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/741516781730086912/shades-of-purple
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Y/N’s POV
January 1st.
The worst day of the fucking year.
I’ve always dreaded the new year.
At the start of every new year, an auction was held. What does the auction entail? A trade. Humans would auction off one and other to vampires in the promise of safety and money.
Why would humans do such a thing for safety? Simply due to the fact that in this world, vampires were the most powerful beings, and most hunted down humans.
Most humans would auction off young adults. According to studies, their blood was the most desirable to vampires. I’ve even heard stories of those who would trade in their small children. The younger the blood, the better the taste.
Unfortunately, being 23, I fit into that category.
When I was 7 years old, my mother was in a serious car accident, and she lost her life. My father couldn’t handle her death and hung himself in the garage just 3 days after. My grandparents didn’t have room for me, so I was sent off to foster care.
I was in and out of homes, people were never looking for anything permanent. It was hard. Every single time I had thought someone finally loved me enough to adopt me, they would turn away and return me back to foster care. It was heartbreaking.
At 16, that’s when I’d meet the two most greedy and mean individuals. Todd and Elizabeth.
As soon as they saw me, they adopted me. Not because they liked me and thought they could provide a loving home for me, oh no. According to them, I had the perfect look for auctions, and that I’d make them a lot of money through a trade.
That day, they took me and two other girls, Aurora and Estella, back to their home. We weren’t the only girls there. Todd and Elizabeth had been adopting teenage girls for years now. They were preparing them for auctions…
For the past 7 years, they put us on special diets to ensure our blood could be at its purest.
“Pure blood and beauty will ensure you’ll make a perfect prize darlings!” Elizabeth would tell us, making sure that our looks would remain “perfect”.
Once they had decided a girl was ready, they would take that girl to the annual auction, only for her to never be seen again.
This was how they got by, how they made their money and kept their status. It was sickening. It was twisted. It was cruel.
It was a shame. I had grown close with some of those girls, and it was heartbreaking seeing them meet their fate on January 1st. The girls were always so scared, and by the time that fateful day would come, all their life was drained from them. They seemed to be a shell of what they once were.
I remember one night before the auctions, a girl named Morgan had tried to escape the house. She was going to be traded off the next day, and she had grown sick of Todd and Elizabeth. The poor girl just wanted freedom. When Todd found her in the early morning hours, he had beaten her violently. She had bruises all over her body and yet, they still made her go to the auctions. One of the maids had put makeup over her bruises to hide them, and Morgan looked the same after that. You couldn’t even tell she was injured…
I was close with Aurora and Estella as well, we had grown up together in the foster care system. We went through a lot together. We shared secrets and gossiped about the homes we’ve been in. Whenever one of us was in trouble, we had each other’s backs. We were best friends. And we were all going to be auctioned off on the same day. It was terrifying.
“At least we’ll be together, right?” Estella asked in a hopeful tone, her long black locks falling over the side of her face as she hugged her knees to her chest. Estella had always tried to be optimistic about everything, she always kept her head up. She had beautiful light brown skin and chestnut eyes, they sparkled every time she smiled.
“I hope so. I wouldn’t want to go alone..’ Aurora said softly, brushing through her shoulder length ginger curls. She was more shy and soft spoken. She kept to herself around Todd and Elizabeth, she was afraid of getting yelled at by them. She had a love for animals and always seemed to have a connection with any animal she came across.
“Y/N, you’ve been awfully quiet. Are you alright?” Estella asked, turning her head to look at me.
I had been sitting on my bunk, staring at the wall, lost in thought. My mind was so consumed with what could happen at the auctions tomorrow. I was afraid. Tomorrow, my freedom would be completely stripped from me by evil individuals that wanted to use me. That included vampires.
“Sorry girls, I just have a lot on my mind right now..” I said, looking out the window, watching the rain pour down.
“It’s about the auction, isn’t it?” Aurora asked, sitting down next to me on my bunk.
“Of course it is Rory, I can’t stop thinking about it..” I said, looking down. “Our freedom is going to be gone tomorrow because these two assholes we call parents are greedy. They already have protection, now they just want money. They’re selfish, and they don’t give a fuck if our lives are at risk.” My tone was bitter and full of hate. I could feel angry tears prick the corners of my eyes. “Nobody deserves to be in this situation, yet we’re all stuck.”
“Maybe…we’ll end up with nice vampires? Maybe they won’t treat us poorly?” Estella said, trying to be positive. As much as I appreciated the optimism, it wasn’t helping.
“They’re vampires, Stella. They aren’t going to be nice. They only want one thing out of us, and that’s our blood. Nothing more, nothing less.” I said, my words coming out a little harsh. “Sorry…that came out a little harsh, but…it’s the truth.”
“No, you’re right Y/N…but at least none of us will have to go alone. At least we’ll be able to say goodbye to each other, right?”
“I don’t want to have to say goodbye to you girls, you’re my best friends!” Aurora whimpered, tears coming from her hazel eyes and down her freckled cheeks.
“This is a shitty situation we’re in, but hey, we’ll always love each other, right?” I asked, leaning forward. They both nodded. “At least we’ll know we have someone who cares, even when we’re at our lowest. We’ll always love each other no matter what!” I said, giving them sad smiles.
“Oh, she’s right, c’mere girls, group hug!” Estella said, pulling Aurora and I into a bone crushing hug. Estella had always given the best hugs.
I was going to miss these two so much..
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“Oh, you’re going to look absolutely gorgeous Y/N dear!” Cheryl, one of the maids, said in a cheerful tone as she did my hair.
Cheryl was my favorite of the maids. She was an older woman who had always shown me and other girls kindness. She gave good advice and took better care of us than Elizabeth and Todd ever could.
She put one more hair pin in my updo and turned the chair I was sitting in to look at the mirror of the vanity. “There we go, all finished. You look beautiful my dear.”
I gave Cheryl a small smile, “Thank you Cheryl. You did a wonderful job.”
“Of course dear! Let me go grab your dress.” She said with a smile, heading to the closet. She came back a few moments later, and handed me the dress. “Here you are. I’ll let you change.” She said, leaving the room to let me get dressed.
My eyes went to look at the dress. It was a beautiful purple evening gown. I had always liked the color purple, all shades of it. It always seemed to make me look good.
I slipped on the dress and looked at the mirror. My eyes widened when I saw my reflection. The dress was floor length and hugged my body in all the right places. There was a slit that went up to my mid-thigh. The plum shade of the gown looked stunning against my skin tone. I looked beautiful.
It was such a bittersweet moment. I looked good for all the wrong reasons. I was supposed to look good so that way I’d appeal to my future predator. I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed, looking down.
“Something the matter dear?” Cheryl’s voice came as she stepped back into the room. I looked over to see a look of concern on her face. “If you’re concerned about your looks, you look beautiful.”
I shook my head, closing my eyes. “It’s not that. I just hate today. I’m afraid of the events to come.” I admitted.
Cheryl approached me and put her hand on my forearm, “I know dear, the situation isn’t pleasant, but you must stay strong. Keep your head up.”
“I know, I’m trying…I’m scared, that’s all..”
“It’ll be alright dear, everything will work out in the end, I promise.” Cheryl reassured me, offering a gentle smile.
“I’ll miss you Cheryl. You were always my favorite maid here. You’ve been nothing but kind.” I said with a sad smile, trying not to tear up.
“Now now, don’t cry dearie. You’ll ruin your makeup. I’m not worth the tears.” She said, pointing her finger.
“Right, sorry.” I said, chuckling a little.
Cheryl smiled at me, shaking her head. “Come now, your parents are waiting.” She said, taking my hand.
Parents…
They didn’t deserve that title whatsoever.
Cheryl walked me into the living room for Todd and Elizabeth to be standing, waiting for me with the two girls I had called sisters. Estella and Aurora were wearing the same type gowns I had on, only Estella was in gold and Aurora in an emerald green.
“She looks perfect, Cheryl.” Todd said, Elizabeth nodding in agreement.
“Thank you, sir. I’ll be going now.” Cheryl said, turning to leave.
“Goodbye Cheryl..” I whispered, feeling the sadness take over. Cheryl gave me a sympathetic look before leaving the room.
“Let’s be going now, Y/N.” Todd said, dragging me along.
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Third person POV
He had arrived in his black BMW, pulling up to the valet. This was the first time he’d make an appearance at this event.
“Hello, and welcome to-“ The valet driver cut himself off when he saw who was in the car.
Christopher Cerulli.
The vampire who had never once appeared at this event.
He was reclusive, almost like a shadow. He had never cared for these types of events, or anything public really. He had always hid away, living silently in his estate. Nobody knew much about him, except for the fact he was rather wealthy thanks to family. He always seemed to be off the radar.
“Good evening, this is where I go for valet parking, I assume?” Chris asked, looking at the driver, his expression calm.
“Yes sir! Allow me!” The driver said rather nervously, allowing Chris to step out of his car. Chris handed him the keys, giving him a quick ‘thank you’ before walking up to the entrance.
“Strange, he was rather nervous. How odd.” Chris noted to himself, walking inside the building. He walked down the hallways, ignoring the stares others his presence brought and entered the main room.
Chris leaned against a wall, observing the activity in the room. Everyone was occupied with conversation of the bidding that was soon to come.
He wasn’t there for bidding on prey however. For what, though? He wouldn’t tell a soul. He knew he wouldn’t be taken seriously if he were to truly reveal that secret.
“Well well, look what the cat dragged in,” A voice spoke from Christopher’s left. He turned his head and a pit of disgust formed in his stomach.
“Radke. Good evening. Do you need something from me?” Chris asked, trying to remain polite.
Ronnie Radke. A vampire who was quite the opposite of Chris. Confrontational and cocky. He was rather full of himself too. He was one who enjoyed these auctions, always after new food.
“Yes, you can. Enlighten me. What the hell are you doing here?” Radke’s tone coming off rather nasty.
Chris scoffed, scanning his nails and not making eye contact with the other. “This is a universal event, no? All vampires are welcome to attend.”
“No one expected Mr. Gloom and Doom shadow boy to show, that’s all. Now, answer me. What business do you have here?” Ronnie said in an almost spiteful tone.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Chris said casually. That seemed to annoy Ronnie.
Christopher knew better than to indulge Ronnie in his business. He had always been one to put his nose where it didn’t belong.
“Lighten up, will you? I was only joking with you!”
“Who said I was offended?” Christopher’s tone was cool as he glanced over to see a fuming Ronnie.
“Have some wine, it’ll put you at ease.” Ronnie offered a glass of red wine. Perhaps if Chris drank, he’d spill the beans. Yeah, that was a good plan to Ronnie!
“No thank you. I don’t drink.” Chris said, shaking his head. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find my number.” Chris had turned away, and left to get his number, leaving Ronnie dumbfounded.
“Fucking weirdo..” Ronnie spat bitterly under his breath.
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Y/N’s POV
Todd and Elizabeth had dropped us off at the entrance, leaving to go chat with other guests. They said to make sure we were in the holding room by 9:30 pm.
The only thing is…they didn’t tell us where exactly this holding room was..
The girls and I decided to split up and look for the room, it would take less time that way. At least…it seemed that way at first.
The building was huge! It felt like I was walking for ages with all the different rooms and hallways. There were so many people there. It almost made me feel claustrophobic.
It didn’t help that I could feel people staring at me. It was such an uncomfortable feeling. Their gazes were strong, some were even licking their lips. I knew who they were, and they knew who I was. The tension could be cut with a knife.
And now, I was lost.
Shit.
I looked at my watch to see the time.
9:21
Oh no…
I started running, hoping that whatever room I’d see would be the holding room.
I was running so quickly that I bumped into somebody. He turned quickly and grabbed my wrists, steadying me.
“Careful now, baby. Don’t want to get hurt now, do you?” He spoke.
Baby? What the fuck…
Whoever this was, he was already making my skin crawl.
“I-I’m so sorry!” I stuttered, feeling heat rush to my face from embarrassment. “I-I was just looking for the holding room..”
He raised a brow, “The holding room? That’s just a few doors down from here on the right.”
I let out a sigh of relief. I was close, thank god. “Okay, what a relief. Thank you!” I said, trying to release my wrists from his grip so I could leave. He wouldn’t let go.
“And where are you off to in such a rush? You’re not going to thank me properly? How rude..” He said, sounding offended.
“L-listen, I have to be in that room in a few minutes, I said thank you, so please let me go.” I pleaded, still trying to free myself. His grip only seemed to tighten.
“You really should be thanking me, you know. I saved you from falling AND told you where to go. You’re lucky I didn’t humiliate you for almost knocking over a vampire..”
Fuck, he was a vampire. I was screwed. I could feel myself shaking a bit. He seemed to enjoy my fear.
“You have a few minutes anyway, that’s plenty of time to repay me.” He lowered his head, his face getting closer to my neck.
“No, stop! Let me go!” I shouted, moving around and squirming as much as possible to try and break free. He was too strong.
His head was now below my own. His nose brushed against the skin of my neck, taking in my scent. I could feel his smirk against my neck. “Don’t fight it, sweetheart. This is what you humans were made for anyway. Now why don’t you be a good girl for me and-“
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but all vampires are prohibited from drinking human blood before the auctions, Radke.” A voice interrupted from behind.
A taller man stood behind us, crossing his arms. His hair was ink black and his skin was pale. His dark brown eyes scanned the other man as he held a calm yet smug look on his face. He was rather attractive..
“I’m in the middle of something, shadow boy. Do you mind?” The other sneered, glaring daggers.
“Huh, breaking the rules. Sounds like something you enjoy doing. However, I figured you’d know better than that considering you’ve attended more of these auctions than I have.” The taller one retorted. My attacker scoffed and let go of me.
“Tch. Making me miss out on a good meal..” He grumbled, storming away and leaving me alone with the black haired stranger.
“Are you alright?” He asked, approaching me as I rubbed my wrists.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little shocked. Thank you.” I said, smiling shyly.
“No worries. Radke has always been a pain in the ass to everyone.” He said, rolling his eyes.
“It’s a good thing you came when you did…I thought for sure he was going to kill me or something..” I said with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck.
“I wasn’t going to let that creep hurt such a pretty little thing such as yourself. You were only trying to get by. I swear, that man is always looking for trouble.” I blushed at his words, he was quite charming.“You were in quite a rush a few moments ago. Heading anywhere important?” He asked.
“I was heading towards the holding room…my parents are expecting me to be there at 9:30.”
“I see. Well, I’m sorry you were treated in such a way by that fool.” He said, shaking his head as if he were disgusted by the other man’s actions.
“No, don’t apologize. It wasn’t your fault. I’m grateful you interrupted him.” I said, giving him a smile. He gave me a small smile in return, and I felt butterflies. He had such a pretty smile..
“You’re a kind girl.” He said before glancing at his watch. “I won’t hold you any longer as we both have places to be.”
Oh crap, I had forgotten to check the time!
9:26…
Uh-oh.
“Crap! I’m going to be late!” I said, panicking. “Thank you again for your help! It was lovely to meet you! Goodbye!” I said quickly, turning to walk away.
“Be safe, little dove.” He said softly.
Little dove…
I liked that.
“I will, thank you again!”
“Oh, one more thing..” The man said, catching my attention. I stopped in my tracks to look at him. “That’s a lovely shade of purple on you, darling.”
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: ̗̀➛ werewolf!ari levinson x human!reader. background: werewolf!curtis everette x reader, werewolf!andy barber x reader, vampire!lloyd hansen x reader, hybrid!nomad steve rogers x reader, vampire!ransom drysdale x reader, werewolf!jake jensen x reader
: ̗̀➛ summary: the new moon triggers some unusual behaviours for ari, and you need to make more than one hard decision.
: ̗̀➛ part of the kills & kisses verse!
: ̗̀➛ word count: 5,110
: ̗̀➛ warnings: mild descriptions of violence, smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, grumpy ari, ari in a rut.
: ̗̀➛ notes: this was supposed to be a blurb completed within a night; it's become whatever the fuck this is. i hope u enjoy it. this is my first proper fic on here. like, well, at least one of this length. pls lemme know what u think!! send me some asks & we'll talk about it.
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In the days before the full moon, Ari usually struggled a little with his moods. This time, however, things seemed much worse. The week before, his mood began to deteriorate, he became tenser and less talkative. He'd tuck himself away more often in his study, finding comfort surrounded by dusty books, rather than in the company of his housemates.
On the first day, you would notice nothing out of the ordinary, just a tightening of his jaw, downturned lips, and heavy, long sighs over trivial things that wouldn't normally bother him. A split cup of coffee, a mess in the living room, shared attention.
Whereas a few days earlier, he would be patient and thoughtful; by the third day, he would become snappy and in some cases downright mean; cruel, even. His harsh words and sudden outbursts made tears flow down your cheeks, and your head hung low before you could hear him apologise and wrap you in a warm hug.
''Goddamn it, Pup!'' Ari suddenly explodes, interrupting your excited and enthralled ramblings over a new book, forcing you to jump out of your skin and clutch the book to your chest, and clam up. ''I'm trying to fucking work. Bother someone else!''
You stared at him, swallowed the lump in your throat, and willed the tears in your eyes to not fall. You took a step back and whispered a small apology before darting out of his study. You told yourself it was just the full moon, repeating it like a mantra in your head as you made your way to your room. As soon as the door closed behind you, you threw the book to the ground and sat by the window as tears began to fall while looking out at the manor grounds.
An hour later, Ari let himself into your room, closing the door behind him with his hands tucked in his pockets and a dejected look on his face. Seeing him stand so sheepishly brought back memories of when you first entered the house before it was your home; reminding you of how scared you were, how you never wanted to be ever again after you found he was safety disguised as danger. No one would ever know what a true, sweet soul he was. His softness was something he reserved for you in spades.
''It's the moon, pup,'' he explained, cutting into the silence, still a tightness to his voice. ''I don't mean to be like this, and I'm overdue for a rut, it's just… Fucking with me. I'm sorry. I know this isn't fair on you.'’
''I know you don't mean it,'' You sniffled as you pulled your legs to your chest, wrapping your arms around them and resting your chin on your knees, peering up at him with wet doe eyes, ''I just wish you didn't have to feel like this. I can't imagine what it's like.''
''You'll find out once you choose what you want to be, either way, you'll be battling mastering control and suppressing gnawing impulses,'' Ari sighed, tightening his lips into a short smile as he made his way over to you. ''And, there ain't no way I'm letting you age past me, pup, so you better get to choosing,'' Ari said with a subdued laugh.
''Still thinking,'' You hummed, eyes falling closed as he leaned down to briefly kiss your forehead. You smiled despite still being stung by his off behaviour. ''Seeing you like this, watching the others struggle with their own things, I'm not sure I want to be either,'' you admitted, sighing as Ari nodded slowly. ''I just don't understand why the others don't get the same way. Yeah, Steve can be a little moody. Andy gets all quiet... Curtis doesn't seem to mind it much, not even Jake, and he's like, a newborn werewolf, but nothing like how you get.''
''Everyone handles it differently, pup. It affects us in different ways. I wish it didn't mess with us at all.''
By day five, getting him to talk to you became impossible. He'd be withdrawn and quiet, and everyone would end up walking on eggshells around him. He'd become more possessive, more handsy, you couldn't move without him following close behind.
Even during the most mundane tasks, he was right beside you.
You'd be making breakfast, and he'd be standing right behind you. His fingers crept under the hem of your shirt and rubbed at the skin of your hips, before smoothing his hands over your belly and nosing at your neck. Soft rumbles vibrated from his chest, wet lips grazed behind your ear. Sometimes, he'd dip his hands down your shorts and dance his fingers along the waistband of your panties.
Every time you attempted to push for a little space, you'd earn a defiant growl in response, and he'd cling harder to you.
''Ari, I can't move,'' you whined, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. Ari nuzzled his nose further into the crook of your neck, a soft growl emitting from deep in his throat, fingers massaging the meat of your waist. ''I need to get to the stove,'' You tried again, but it was no use.
''Let her move, Ari,'' Steve instructed as he strolled into the kitchen, coffee cup in hand. ''We ain't gonna get to eat if you don't let the little lady cook for us.'
Before you even got the chance to laugh, Ari was gone from behind you and snarling in Steve's face. The men were so close, their foreheads were almost touching. Ari's shoulders were back, hands balled into fists, and breathing heavily. Steve had his hands up in defence, a feeble attempt to defuse the situation. You dropped the spatula and knocked the egg mixture to the floor as you rushed over to pull Ari back.
''Hey, none of that,'' You scolded, pulling on his arm. ''Come away from him,'' you said sharply, placing a hand on Ari's shoulder and waving for Steve to back up, which he did slowly and cautiously. You tried to gain Ari's attention, but his eyes stayed locked on Steve until he left the kitchen. The door swung heavily behind him. That's when Ari relaxed and closed his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest, his face buried in your neck again.
''What the hell was that?'' You demanded, but got nothing but a grumble in response as Ari ran his hands over your back. You let out a defeated sigh and lifted your arms around his neck. ''You're gonna end up killing someone,'' you murmured, shaking your head when you get nothing but a short growl in response.
You spent the rest of the day putting out fires. Ari had lunged at Curtis, teeth inches from his neck, for simply tucking a stray hair behind your ear. Attempting to pull Ari back from Ransom after he ended up with a bloodied nose for placing a hand on your hip. Stopping Ari from jumping up off the couch from where he has curled himself around you, Lloyd leaned down to kiss your cheek and earned a boot in the rib from the temperamental wolf. Andy was left nursing three broken fingers for daring to squeeze a hand around your waist while you welcomed him home. Jake was left with claw marks down his arm for attempting to cover you with a blanket during movie night.
Each incident was followed up by Ari dragging you close to him and snarling out a threatening, ''mine.'' The only word he had spoken in the past twenty-four hours.
''Yours, Ari,'' You agree, hands stroking the sides of his face, curling your fingers in his hair. ''All yours.'' Not entirely true, but it has to be during this time for the safety of your housemates. ''Let's go, come on,'' you say, and pull him up from the couch, mouthing apologies to everyone before guiding Ari away towards the bedroom.
'What am I going to do with you?'' You sighed as you closed your bedroom door behind you, eyeing the grumpy werewolf as he climbed onto your bed and reached out to you with a grumble. You tilt your head back, your shoulders dropping, letting out a sigh at the lack of response before strolling up to the bed.
''You can't keep fighting everyone, I know the moon is fucking with you, but Jesus Christ, Ari,'' You scolded as you joined him, letting him pull you close to his chest, legs tangling with yours as you listened to his strong heartbeat pound through his chest. ''You're gonna have to stay out of their way, this isn't fair on them,'' You try again, looking up at him and snorting out a little laugh at his knitted eyebrows and sour look. ''It isn't fair on me,'' You stress and reach a hand up to scratch your fingers through his beard.
You spend the next two days hauled up in your bedroom, Ari only letting you leave to make food and grab snacks and drinks. The rest of the time, you were dressed in his t-shirts, wrapped in his hoodies, sat snugly in his boxers, reading a book out loud while Ari massaged your thighs and waist. He kept his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, nose rubbing against the skin behind your ear, placing small kisses and licks.
Having to deal with his protests of letting you shower unless you're using his shampoo and body wash, you need to be there to get his scent right back on you once you've washed it away. While you sat at your desk, he'd sit between your legs, arms snug around your waist with his head in your lap, soft rumbles demanding a kiss, or for you to comb your fingers through his hair and scratch the space behind his ear.
The night before the full moon, Ari was a wreck. Irritated growls, a sheen of sweat on his brows. Suddenly, he couldn't stand the smallest touch, pulling away from you each time you tried to; your fingertips were burning right through his skin.
Pained whines as he clutched his stomach and gripped his thighs, making your heartache and your stomach twist in knots. He refused to eat, unable to even keep water down. He was too hot and cold all at once, causing him to bundle up and strip off within the next second. You pleaded for him to tell you what you could do to make him feel better, but never got a response.
While unable to touch him, he still needed you nearby; shaking his head with a defiant growl every time you suggested talking to the others for a solution. You had never seen any of the wolves go through a new moon like this.
''Ari, there's got to be something I can do. This can't just be the moon. Please let me go and see what they can do.'' You pleaded, hands hovering over his curled-up form, not daring to touch if you caused more pain. ''Ari, please.'' You sigh in defeat as he let out another pained whine, followed by a throaty growl and a shake of his head. ''Just get on the bed, you can't be comfy here,'' You tried once more.
You wiped away a stray tear from your cheek as you got no response from him. You let your legs give out, sitting back on your legs, desperately wanting to reach out and pull him to you, while also damning yourself for not being strong enough to just lift him. You were lost, since meeting Ari, you'd never seen him in such pain before. The occasional grump, or low mood during the moon, sure, but never pain.
That's when it hit you.
''Oh my God,'' You said slowly. You got to your feet and looked down at him. ''You're in a rut, aren't you?''
''Not yet,'' Ari gritted out, baring his teeth, voice strained and coarse.
''Okay, okay,'' You nodded, trying to hide your glee at hearing his voice. ''But, you will be? Right? I can help. I can help you,'
''No,'' Ari growled out roughly, shaking his head as he strained and propped himself against the side of the bed, making you pause and suck in a breath as his face twisted up and a whine escaped his lips. ''I'll hurt you.''
''You won't,'' You tried to sway, kneeling in front of him. ''I'll be okay. Let me help you through it.'
Ari gave another shake of his head, eyebrows pulling together as his head lulled back, whining.
''Where does it hurt?'' You asked, only to be met with a telling glare from the werewolf, making you blush and laugh nervously. ''Oh, I thought- I thought it was your stomach.'
''It radiates,'' Ari explained bluntly, rolling his eyes.
''What about a hot bath, or a shower?'' You suggested. ''Get the sweat off you, might make you feel a little better. Then we can try and get some food in you.'
''It'll only come back,'' Ari brushed off, letting out a huff. ''Please stop making me talk, pup,'' he begged, letting his head drop to his knees as he wrapped his arms tightly around his legs. For such a huge man, you'd never seen him so small.
''Come on, let's get you in the shower,'' You pressed again as you rose to your feet and offered out your hand.
Finally, he placed his hand in yours and allowed you to help him to his feet. Your eyes immediately zero in on the prominent outline of his cock, sucking in a sharp breath, and eyes widening at the sheer size. Ari groaned and tried to cover his crotch, with his hand murmuring out a whined, ''don't look,'' and used his other hand, hooking a finger under your chin to move your head up, making you meet his eyes before he turned away and began to waddle towards the bathroom.
''Too late, I saw it,'' You snorted, rubbing a hand over his back as you kept close. ''Pretty sure that thing classifies as a lethal weapon at this point,'' You joked and laughed as he groaned and shook his head.
The night before the full moon, you faced challenges you didn't know existed when it came to Ari. Usually the perfect gentleman, he had turned into a feral beast. While you managed to usher him into the shower and curl up with the freshly washed werewolf, he still refused to let you help him with his rut.
However, once cuddled in bed, wrapped in the soft, pink cotton sheets, he couldn't stop himself as he rubbed his clothed, rock-solid cock against the back of your thigh while he held you tightly against him. He had his face buried against your shoulder, teeth digging into the skin as he moaned and growled, desperate for release.
You continued to beg him to let you help him, only to be denied by a shake of his head as he continued to rut his hips against you.
''Gonna have to go,'' Ari said breathlessly, but did not attempt to move or still his movements.
''You don't have to,'' you said, attempting to turn back to face him, only to be met with a tight squeeze on your hip telling you to remain still. ''Just let me see, let me help.''
''You are helping,'' Ari grumbled, panting and breathless.
''Then don't go,'' you pleaded. ''Stay with me, and keep doing what you're doing.'' You tried to rock back against his thrusts, but he kept you firmly in place. ''Do what you need to feel better.''
''It's not enough,'' Ari contradicted suddenly, whining and digging his teeth back into your shoulder, making you laugh irritably.
''So, let me help.'' You reached a hand back and placed it over his grip, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. ''Just my hands, nothing else,'' you offered. ''Lemme help, Alpha.''
That seemed to snap whatever resolve Ari had inside him. You were soon shifted onto your back, the large wolf of a man climbing on top of you with lust-filled eyes and hooking a hand under your chin, the pads of his fingers bruising into your cheeks as he crashed his lips against yours. Gone was the pain of fighting off the rut.
The wolf seemingly allowed himself to be completely drowned in the throes of it. The kiss was filthy, teeth and tongue, almost like he was trying to drink down every gasp, whimper, and moan that tried to escape your lips.
He was a man starved, feral, and unrelenting.
You parted your legs and lifted them to encase him and keep him there, fearing clarity would set in and he'd suddenly be gone. Your fingers tangled and pulled his long locks, while his gripped your waist and kept snugly around your throat.
''Ari, please,'' You moaned breathlessly against his assault on your lips and rolled your hips up against him. You whined as you felt his cock firmly rub against your throbbing cunt.
''Alpha,'' Ari corrected, nipping your lower lip and with the grip around your chin and neck. He tilted your head to the side, began to pepper kisses, and licked down the column of your neck. ''Keep rubbing on me, pretty pup. Show your Alpha how much you want his knot.'
The whiplash made your head spin and your heart pound in your chest. Suddenly, the solemn and quiet wolf was talking filth in your ear while you rocked against each other and showed no signs of quietening down or slowing down anytime soon.
Lost for words, you surrender to him, relaxing in his tight grip and moaning loudly into the open space of the bedroom, knowing all the other inhabitants would surely hear you and know exactly what Ari was doing to you.
''Wolf got your tongue, sweet baby? Where's my begging gone? Not gonna be able to hold back, gonna breed this tiny little cunt. 'Gonna fill you up and get you fat with my pups. You want that, little omega? I'm gonna split you apart on my knot, knock all those pretty thoughts out of your head. You sure you want this, honey? You sure you can take it? Can you take me, honey? All of me?'' Ari ranted into your ear, licking the shell of your ear and nipping at your lobe. ''Gonna fucking make you take it, sugar.'
''Please, please,'' You chanted. ''Please, Alpha. I want it, I need you, please.'
Ari detached his hand from your neck and lifted onto his knees just enough to give him the space to freely flip you over. You panted into the pillow as he got to work, literally tearing the clothes from your body, silk pyjamas in tatters on the floor, leaving you in your bra and panties.
Ari quickly rid himself of his clothes before hiking your hips up, making your back arch and face press further into the pillow. You arched your back further as you felt Ari's fingertips rub over your panties, tracing the line of your folds, gasping as his ring finger ghosted over your button. You could feel the wetness pooling over your core, feel yourself throbbing under his touch.
You felt his hands run down your sides, fingers meeting as he slipped down the arch of your back. You moaned in anticipation, feeling his breath on your thighs, before crying out as he began to mouth over your mound, wetting the fabric of your panties even more.
You buried your face in the pillow, wanton moans muffled by the cotton stuffing as Ari hummed a needy growl over your core, sending vibrations that made your toes curl and your hands fist the sheets below you. His fingers massaged your thighs as he continued to tease you over your panties.
''Alpha, please,'' you pleaded, lifting your head to gasp in the air and look back, your view obscured by your hips and his large shoulders. All you could make out was the slight rocking of his hips, rubbing himself against the soft cotton sheets. ''Please,'' you whined.
''Tell me what you want, pup. Tell your Alpha you want him to taste this sweet little cunt,'' Ari replied cockily, heavy-lidded eyes peering from around the back of your thigh while he nipped into the flesh and his hands moved to paw at your ass.
You sucked in a shaky breath. ''Please, Alpha, please taste my cunt. It's all yours. It's yours. Please.''
Ari wasted no time, hooking his fingers under the band of your underwear and snapping the fabric, discarding it off the side of the bed.
Ari crossed his arms over the dip of your back, face pushing between your legs, forcing your back to arch as much as possible. His lips attached over your clit, his tongue rolling with every suction; the rough scratching of his beard mixed with the tight suction of his mouth, the softness and heat of his tongue quickly brought you to the edge.
You tugged on the sheets below you so hard, your pointed nails ripped through the sheet, and your loud cries of pleasure dominated the room, mixing with Ari’s lustful growls. You rocked your hips against his mouth, overwhelmed and overstimulated. A hot flash overtook your body, your thighs tensed, and a warmth spread over your stomach.
Soon shakes overtook your body, your core fluttering as you came on his tongue; chanting his name with desperate moans. Ari held you still as you tried to wriggle away, trying to get a break from the assault of your sensitive button. He wasn’t finished with you yet.
You reached back to try and push his head away, crying out and shaking your head, unable to form any words due to your mind swimming with Ari; everything was Ari. Ari let out a disgruntled grumble, and while his tongue flicked against your clit, he grabbed both of your arms and pinned them behind your back, using the grip on them as purchase to continue keeping you held in place.
Your thighs were shaking at this point, your stomach doing flips, and your body was covered in a sheen of sweat. Ari hummed blissfully, seemingly feeling full as he continued to taste you on his tongue.
The Alpha pulled orgasm after orgasm from your abused cunt, before finally giving you relief for a short moment. That’s when you felt his fingertip prod at your entrance, and they felt the bed dip as your arms were released and Ari rose to his knees.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Ari cooed. If your face wasn’t already flushed red, it certainly was now. “Can’t wait to feel it around my knot,” Ari continued to you as he slipped a finger inside you. The large digit curling in search of your sweet spot. “Feel it cuming around me, so fucking tight, ‘mega, fuck.”
“More, Alpha,” you moaned, thrusting your hips back slightly. “Need your knot so bad.”
“Gotta open you up, pup. Gotta make it fit,” Ari replied, slipping a second finger alongside the first. The sting from the stretch makes you suck in a hissing breath. “Such a tight, little cunt.”
You didn’t know that pain could feel so good. The ache in your back paired with the ones in your thighs mixed with the tingles left from Ari’s beard, and his fingers spreading you open bloomed a need you didn’t know existed.
Ari hooked his fingers in a come hither motion, finally bumping against that special spot inside you, making you cry out and become a boneless mess. Your shoulders sunk into the mattress, face squished against the pillows as you rocked your hips in time with his fingers curling.
Ari growled and reached over your arched body to take a fist full of your hair, forcing your head up from the pillow.
“Stop hiding, little one,” Ari commanded, his fingers pulling sounds you didn’t know you could make from you. “I wanna hear all those pretty moans. Wanna hear how good I’m taking you apart. I want all of it.”
Wanton moans dripped from your parted lips as Ari continued to open you up. Your hole now stretched around three of his large fingers. He was unrelenting in his mission to get you prepped enough for his knot. Ari used the grip on your hair to spear you back on his fingers, your whole body rocking back onto his fingers.
“Alpha, it’s enough, it’s enough,” you moaned, craning your head back to look back at him, hair stuck to his forehead, bicep flexing as he twisted his fingers inside you. “Please, I need it now.”
''Not enough, pup,'' Ari argued. ''Trust me, it's taking every ounce of control inside of me not to tear into this pretty little cunt--'' Ari emphasised his words by scissoring his fingers inside you, making you gasp and hiss from the sting of the stretch. He curled his body over yours and chuckled in your ear before he nipped the shell. ''Gotta have you ready, pup.''
After what seemed like an eternity of fingers curling and twisting, obscene sounds of your slick around Ari's fingers; pornographic moans and dark chuckles, teasing remarks and filthy comments from Ari, he finally pulled his fingers from inside you and pulled a shocked gasp from you as he flipped you onto your back and lifted your legs to your chest. He locked one hand behind your knees, keeping your thighs flush against your chest, while he grasped his length in his other hand and nudged the tip through your folds.
You angled your head, looking around to see him slowly fuck himself through your slit. The head of his cock bumps against your clit, making little moans fall from your lips. Ari was seemingly mesmerised, eyes locked on his cock slipping through your folds, and your delicate fingers rubbing the tip of his cock until he dipped too low and the head caught against your hole, making you both gasp and his hand tighten its hold on your legs.
Ari let his cockhead rest against your hole as he guided your hand away, and readied himself on his knees, letting out a deep breath before giving you a checking glance. From here, you saw the man's sheer size, the wolf looming over to take his prey in any way he saw fit. You gave him a nod, mouth agape, and let your head rest on the pillow, fingers tangling in the sheets, preparing for the breach.
''Holy fuckin' shit, sugar,'' Ari moaned out as the tip of his cock slipped past your hole, your hands ditching the sheets and reaching around to grip Ari's wrists. All you could do was chant his name, whine, and moan as he continued to slowly thrust into you. ''You can take it, omega. You can do it for me, can't you, pup? I know you can, look how well you're taking me, you can do it, pup.''
The stretch, the ache from your core, your legs, your back; the hands that clutched your thighs, the growls and moans from Ari, it was all too much.
Ari parted your legs, slipping through the space to cover your body with his own, elbows planted beside your shoulders as he caressed the sides of your face, wiped sweat-stuck hair from your face, and smoothed his hands over your hair. Your hand stroked his biceps, kneading the flesh as he slowly buried his cock deeper inside you, dropping his head beside yours and moaning long and slow into your ear as he finally bottomed out. Your fingers tangled in his hair, whining his name as you lifted your legs and clenched them tightly around his hips.
''Feel like heaven, pup,'' Ari moaned out, slightly rocking his hips into you, nudging his cock against the sweet spot hidden deep inside you.
''Not yet, not yet,'' You chant, strung out and whining, stuffed to the brim.
''Can't wait much longer,'' Ari growled, fighting against his feral urges. ''Need you, Omega.''
''You have me, Alpha.''
Ari lifted back onto his knees, fingers curling under your knees and holding them firmly as he slowly pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained inside you; pulling delicate moans and needy whines from both of you.
From there, it was only a few short thrusts until Ari became unhinged.
The bed creaked and groaned from the brutal pace of his hips. Pain and pleasure mixed perfectly; intoxicating and addictive, under his sharp teeth and piercing claws, blooming red under his trail. Both of you were reduced to puddles, unable to form any words, completely lost in each other; consumed by need and lust.
''Not gonna last long,'' Ari began to babble, moans and growls mixing with his words as he continued to spear you onto his cock. All you could do was cry out and grip him as he used you for his pleasure. ''Gonna breed you, gonna fill you up, keep you on my knot. Get you full with my pups, my perfect little bitch. My beautiful Omega. My sweet little pup.'' His fingers bruised into your hips, claws nipping the skin. ''So fuckin' good, 'Mega. So good for me, taking it all. You ready for my knot, pup? You gonna take it?''
''Yes, yes, yes,'' You managed to chant, eyes locked on Ari's and arching your back as the wolf pounded into you.
Ari leaned back down, hand cradling under your head, the other cradling your cheek and keeping you close in the crook of his neck. Your heavy breaths coated his skin, while your fingernails left trails of blood down his back, making him rut harder, obscene noises filling the room. You locked your legs again around his waist, while Ari moaned nonsensical filth into your ear. Growls and grunts overtook him as he became desperate to fill you to the brim. His teeth pinched into your neck, locking you down against the mattress as he claimed you.
You could feel his swelling knot catch against your hole, making your nails bite into the flesh of his shoulder. He lifted up onto his hands, heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips; snarls and teeth, and started down, watching himself fuck into you as he crept closer and close to his climax. His hips began to stutter and started to push the knot fully inside you, locking you together.
Your hands find his face and draw his gaze to yours.
''Look at me, Alpha. Look at me. Wanna see you while you fill me.''
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Maybe another idea if u would like :P
What if Vash or Nai get into a big fight and is loosing a dangerous amount blood, maybe the reader could offer help?
What if Nai turned feral because he hasn't been drinking enough blood because of how much he hates wolfwoods blood?
OH HO HO FERAL NAI HHEEHEHEEH U KNOW ME SO WELLLL LUNE MWAHAHAHAHAH
ahem.
*straightens out papers* shall we begin?
Suggestive?? But not really- Nai is hot and cold (when is he not tbh) pining (do we know if it’s mutual? OOoOo) (the header is lowk satire but also not)
TW: blood, biting (although that’s expected so)
TAGS: @lune010 @vashfantasy @coffinbeananteiku
“You, with your kind words and wonderful laugh, and Nai hates, loathes you even. Do you taste as sweet as you act?”
Nai hated having no sense of control.
Control was what he craved, every second of the day. The hedges in front of the manor were to be trimmed in this exact manner, the books organized in their usual fashion, and his collar straightened out just the way he liked.
His urges, feeding- that was one thing he could not control.
While Vash found it plenty fine to feed from an undertaker such as the human he’d welcomed into their home once a week to feed, Nai turned up his nose plenty times at said offering. It wasn’t like anyone was clamoring for him anyway- all of said visitors only came for Vash’s company, bright smiles and joyous laughs. He was so pathetic in that way, pleasing them as if his company wasn’t enough.
Hmph.
Well, aside from their usual visits, now he had you. You resided in the castle amongst them, entertaining Vash with your feeble presence and conversation- tending and assisting wherever and looking into the library whenever.
How did you plan to pay them back? You couldn’t just live here for free. You cleaning up every now and then didn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things, as servants tended to such matters all the time, clamoring to his feet as head of household.
The minute Vash had offered some of Nicholas’ blood to him, he adamantly refused. The man reeked of cigarette smoke and musk from outside, and the scowl he’d been giving him was returned in full.
His hunger continued to grow.
Vash could tell- the chew of his lip constantly, his slight jumpiness to his straight dazed state on occasion- he was losing control.
Slipping.
Vash truly believes his cravat being tucked slightly to his dislike would drive Nai wild, minuscule irks seeming to irritate him to no end, even more so than before.
And that’s where you come in.
Sweet and attentive, truly just wanting to help- he hopes Nai has taken more of a liking to you than Nico. Would you be preferable to him? He truly doesn’t know, but he’s hoping for the best. Seeing his brother starve before him isn’t something he finds enjoyable, worrying him greatly into the hours of day and night.
When Vash proposes the idea, a hand gesturing to you in a flourish (as if marketing a new product), Knives’ eyebrows furrow further in rejection of the idea.
“Absolutely not.”
Depending on you? A human? Knives’ supply of blood began to run low awhile ago, the dwindling amount that had gone to 0 fluid ounces a known fact that he had tried to lock away in the recesses of his mind- as he did with every other issue.
“They just want to help, and you do need the blood.. it’s either them or Nico, Nai.” Vash’s voice is patient, as it always is, but he can detect a hint of pleading.
And he supposes you’re a bit less insufferable than Nicholas, and your neck is exposed revealing any moles or freckles or-
No. No. He cannot accept. No.
The smell of you is intoxicating. The way you saunter from one room to the next, cheeky comments and, god.
Vash doesn’t comment on his refusal over the next few days. But by god does he note the antsy habits of Nai starting to kick in. Drumming his fingers against the hard cover of a book or his mahogany desk in the study, his study, where you sat now with one of his books.
“I apologize- Vash handed it to me as a recommendation.” Which you’d found strange, considering he wasn’t one for literature, unlike Nai, who found comfort in the world of reading often.
His face was unreadable. Eyes set on the book in your hands, forearms resting on it as it lay on your lap, silence thick and swimming in the room.
“Uh, here you go..?” You stood up, chair moving back as you rested the book onto his desk. Your wrist was so close, he could grab it and take a bite if he really wanted to. Your outstretched wrist was practically dangling before him, and before you knew it a large hand clasped around your wrist and tugged you closer, your hip bumping into the front of his desk as he brought your pulse point to his lips.
The thrumming of it was routine, he noted silently, flow of blood felt against his lips as he takes it in, snowy eyelashes fluttering closed in temporary relief. From your point of view? He was absolutely ethereal, comparable to a seraph with his angelic appearance. He’d always been painstakingly beautiful, and unbelievably cold, but for some reason his touch felt.. warm. Well, as warm as he could be.
“…May I?” His eyes open in questioning up at you, and despite the fact you’re towering over him as of currently (as he’s still seated in his plush armchair), he still exudes some sort of power.
At least he’s trying to.
“May you what? Hold my wrist?” A breathy chuckle escapes you, a huff leaving his lips. You can feel it on your skin.
He speaks as if he’s exposing some inside joke you should’ve gotten by now, “Feed from you.” His voice is uncharacteristically small to its usual commanding tone- it’s quite the change of pace, adding onto the surprise striking you. He doesn’t miss how you swallow thickly, he can hear it. Doesn’t miss how your heart picks up, he can feel it,
He doesn’t miss how you nod, hesitance evident in your mannerisms yet he pauses once more, “Pull up your chair. It’s better when you sit.” He instructs curtly.
Had he fed from many people before? Vash never disclosed such details with you, but the thought still crosses your mind as you sit back in your chair, scooting it closed until your knees bump into the wood and your elbows rest comfortably on the surface of his desk. His fingers clasp around your wrist again, lips meeting with an unexpected tenderness as he.. kissed your pulse point.
The rhythm of it is almost soothing, the motion almost too sweet. Maybe he’s being considerate for once and preparing you for the pain, you think, as he checks for your reaction once more. Pecks meet your wrist once more, your palm grazing his cheek as he wonders what you’d taste like.
And he was just beginning to satiate that need as his fangs dug into your skin, the initial bruising soreness nothing as painful as you’d imagined. In fact, you’d studied from the books in the castle’s library that high class vampires had the ability to calm who they fed from, injecting some sort of substance to momentarily comfort their prey.
Although strangely, you didn’t feel like prey. Rather, he worshipped you in some strange way, even with him continuing to suck greedily on your arm, you could feel the blood leaving you but the needy grip on your wrist was telling.
He needed this.
His other hand came up to grip your arm, holding you still. As if you’d pull away. It didn’t truly hurt besides the starting sting of the bite, which had faded into a dull ache by now. His thumb was against the back of your hand, stroking the skin. Perhaps it was in hopes to coax more blood out of you? Or maybe do you wouldn’t attempt to struggle, to writhe in pain and try to hide away? There was the idea he was being loving, but that most definitely wasn’t true. Not with him. He clearly held a distinct bitterness for most, and that included you. Sadly.
But as he pulled away, slight daze in his gaze as he looked up before you… with his lips stained cherry, tongue laving at the wound in hopes to get one last taste- the sight alone caused your breath to hitch in your throat. An understandable reaction, you’d say.
He forced himself away, curling back into himself and laying in his armchair. “..you’re free to go now.”
“Ah. Yeah.” You respond curtly, having no true idea on what to say.
The minute the door to his study closed shut behind your person, his eyes closed as his hand covered his brow bone, tongue running against his teeth and lips to taste the remnants of you.
You were a nuisance, remaining in his study and conscience even when you weren’t truly present.
The next time hunger strikes him, it’s around a week later.
Vampires are supposed to feed multiple times per week to sustain themselves- how Nai had managed to curve that hunger for so long was either through status or sheer willpower and determination.
Hunger hides for nobody though, as one night you find neat stationary underneath your chamber door. A black wax seal is pressed into the parchment, the initials, K.M. , in rich lettering engraved into what must be a seal stamp in one of his fine desk drawers. The parchment is thick and rich beneath your fingers- even his letters were extravagant, his neat handwriting detailing:
Arrive at my study tonight, 6:45 o’clock.
-Knives
How informative of him. No hi, hello, or perhaps even a basic explanation as to why, but Knives was above the formality of a simple greeting, pfft. With a roll of your eyes, you focus on the letter once more. Hm. His signature was rather elegant, swooping K ending with a sleek S.
It suited him.
Being punctual was something Knives appreciated, your timid form knocking at the double doors of his study, knuckles hesitantly knocking.
“Come in.” He sounded almost.. bored, (although that was far from the truth), fang prickling his tongue in preparation for what was to come. His trenchcoat and outerwear had been hung neatly on the coat rack beside his desk, cravat a bit looser around his neck as if he had been trying to destress.
You seated yourself before him like last time.
“..any reason why you requested my presence?”
It had occurred to you a long time ago Knives loathed explaining himself or his behaviors, believing he could go about as he pleased. To an extent? That was true. But he couldn’t just summon you and not have any sound reason.
His eyes darted to the side before settling onto you once more, eyeing you wearily. “..your blood.” He muttered, hand crossing over his chest and sighing.
…you waited for further elaboration, but clearly none was to come.
“You.. you need to feed again?”
“Yes, I need to feed again.” He exhaled in exasperation, “Is your offer still on the table?” It was amusing how depraved he must be, and it entertained you until at the end of his retort you caught a glimpse of his fangs peeking from his lips once more. He was clearly annoyed with you, but something else seemed to irk him moreso than his usual pissy self.
It was probably just the hunger talking.
Scooting your chair forward, you allowed your knees to bump the front of his desk once more, extending a hand silently in waiting.
“Close your eyes,” he muttered, moving his lips to your skin. His breath cascaded upon you, leaving you to quietly savor and relish in each ministration. Do vampires have the ability to do such magic? To entrance whoever they feed upon? If they do, Knives’ surely must be strong.
He’s a high class vampire, one of his kind, so it truly only makes sense.
Your eyes flutter closed at his command, awaiting a bite that doesn’t come. Instead, he continues to kiss your wrist once again.
But he doesn’t stop.
Plush lips laying chaste kiss upon kiss up your forearm, hand holding your wrist before moving to encapsulate your smaller fingers in his as he twirls..
Closer to you now. His footsteps are practically silent, as terrifying as that may be it only thrills you. His palm on your shoulder is the first solid touch you feel aside from his hand holding yours, breath shaky as he takes you in.
His nose nudges your jaw, free hand laid upon your collarbone. Each sensation astounds you, coalescing and building upon one another and leaving your mind in a heavy fog alike to the smog surrounding the manor.
Hands cool against your quickening heartbeat, he barely has the patience to feel it with his hands, then lips, then his fangs.
His proximity is intoxicating. Almost pressed against you, he can hear and feel your chest below his hands as your breath hitches from his teeth digging into you. You flood his senses like no other, it’s a nuisance, truly, and this is the only way he can subdue it.
With his fangs hitched into your neck and him relishing in the slight gasp you give, pulse quickening with a silent hum of his lips.
A depraved, guttural groan leaves him as he holds you by the junction between your shoulders and clavicle. Thoughts of you have been running rampant in his mind for what feels like an eternity, painstakingly on loop in his mind constantly- with you holding him closer, as if you.. enjoy this.
That thought alone twists something within him as he forces himself to pull away, a few stray drops of blood dripping down his chin and dirtying his cravat.
“You.. you are dismissed.” He cooly disgregards you-
You and the split crack in his composure you cause in your wake, as he loosens his cravat around his neck once more, desire thickening. It’s soon to become palpable, as your presence in the castle is more apparent.
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Uninvited [ The Finale Part 2 ]
Uninvited. a short-ish series ft. Felix, Chan and Hyunjin (& a sprinkle of Jisung for a little razzle dazzle)
cw: 100% AU, afab reader, blood and gore descriptions, ritual self-bloodletting, supernatural creature themes/tropes, vampire theme/tropes, hybrid theme/tropes.
word count: 6.0k (woo dis a big boi!)
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Part I - click here
Part II - click here
Part III (explicit content) - click here
Part IV - click here
Part V (explicit content) -click here
Part VI -click here
Part VII - click here
Part VIII - click here
Part IX - click here
Part X - click here
The Finale Pt. 1 - click here
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SO IT HAS COME TO THIS. THE END OF THIS JOURNEY. I love each and everyone of you that took the time to read my story. This was so much fun! I really enjoy AU writing and supernatural tropes. Please be kind to yourselves ! <3
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The Final Chapter (Part Deux)
“Don’t peek!”
“I’m not peeking, I promise.”
“I don’t believe you.”
You press your fingers together firmly resting them against Chan’s eyes as you guide him past the large cardboard boxes that were stacked alongside the walls, a few sit on the floor in the middle of the bedroom. You’re penguin waddling behind him and end up almost tripping.
“Hey! You’re supposed to have hybrid coordination here!” You chide as he laughs.
“I’m a hybrid, I’m not Superman!”
You make a face, even though he can’t see it.
“What’s Superman got to do with your garbage coordination when your eyes are covered?”
Although Chan’s placement is perfect for the surprise, right in front of the bathroom sink and facing the mirror; he can’t help the dismay at your question and he grasps your wrist, slowly removing your hands as he turns to face you.
“You don’t know Superman has x-ray vision?” He almost looks hilariously disgusted with you.
“Syu-puh-man yourself into the mirror and look at all my hard work!” You mock as you spin him by his shoulders to the sink.
“Are you making fun of my acc--” Chan finally faces the mirror, but pauses instantaneously, barely recognizing the beast reflected in front of him. He hadn’t had such dark hair in ages.
“Do you love it?” You say with a wide grin.
“Little witch I--” he runs his fingers through the deep brown, black hair. It was textured in its naturally wavy state after being freshly washed and towel dried.
“It's been so long... I love it.” He shakes his shaggy hair out, his bangs falling perfectly on his forehead. He looks so innocent and unsuspecting like this, especially with his new color. “Do you know how difficult it was to keep that blue? God...” he scoffs, and you giggle as he wraps his arms around you. He’s wearing dark pajama pants, and you’re comfortable in an oversized gray tee and an extra pair of his sweatpants.
“Well, you’re welcome.” You smile as his embrace tightens and he kisses your lips once, twice, before nuzzling his nose into the fine hairs that had escaped the front of your scarf, right by your ear. His breath tickles your jaw and neck.
“God I’m so glad you’re back.” he murmurs into your skin.
You can hear the pain in his voice. The whole lot of you were traumatized from the entire ordeal. Others carried this weight near-seamlessly; Hyunjin being at the top of that list if it were to be listed from best to worst at displaying a false mask of composure and balance.
It had been a little over a week since you and Jisung made it back from purgatory. Other than the gaps in knowledge that Hyunjin had about modern living, he appeared to be coping alright. He remained to himself, or in Felix’s study.
The next best person at hiding their trauma was, you guessed it, Felix.
He isolated himself, so he only truly had to keep his cool for brief moments in the company of others. You two had a few private conversations over the last few days. Sometimes, you’d notice his eyes glass over as he would disassociate. When asked about it, he would firmly insist he was alright and just dealing with the emotional aftermath of the incident, in such a self-aware way, that it would easily ward off any further intrusive questions.
Chan was where the scale began to tilt. Not only was he coping with the situation in his own, unique manner---he was also coping with the fact that he was going to be a father, in the most impossible of ways, and he was feeling all sorts of emotions he hadn’t felt in an extremely long time; and quite a few he had never felt at all prior to now.
It was Chan who pioneered the decision for them to move out of the estate they had been on for hundreds and hundreds of years. Through an old mutual supernatural friend of he and Jisung, they had secured a home on several acres about 4 hours away. Chan agreed to it right away, without even viewing it. He simply wanted to uproot the household and mask their whereabouts as swiftly as he could.
As far as he was concerned, you all could collectively figure out a forever home after the child arrived. The safety of all was his top priority.
He kept his ability to bring the spirits of others up, but he barely honored his daytime deaths, instead opting to stay up and vigilant. The events were trying on his psyche, and sometimes he would break, at night. You’d hear him crying, softly; sometimes you would feel what felt like a kick in your stomach (though according to mortal fetal development cycles, you were far too early to be experiencing such phenomena). It would wake you from your slumber and you’d sluggishly crawl across the bed to where he sat on the edge. You would wrap your arms around him, and hug him tightly, kissing the back of his head as he cried. Oftentimes you would cry too, but you would bite back your sobs, your nose pressed against his silken hair as you’d grip him tighter still.
Not only was Jisung’s ability to conjure severely affected by crossing the lines between the dead and the living an added time—he was experiencing a strange bout of dizzy and fainting spells that Felix was still trying to get to the bottom of. Until he was back to his full health, Chan didn’t feel comfortable allowing him to be alone at his home. Without the level of conjure he held prior, Felix also noted that the protection around the perimeter of his home might have new vulnerabilities.
Jisung refused to leave the guest room unless it was necessary. He felt extremely vulnerable the way he currently was and busied himself sick trying to find a solution alongside Felix.
You hadn’t escaped psychologically Scot free yourself. You suffered from nightmares of an unknown origin that you were trying to keep under wraps from the others. When Chan would ask why some days you would wake up in fear, nearly springing from the sheets, you simply blamed it on PTSD; which was half true.
The other half of the truth was that in the nightmares, you couldn’t see much, it was as if you had been blindfolded. You always heard the same two muffled voices, but it never became clear enough to decipher. What was ingrained deep within you from the visions was the fear and hopelessness that you felt. It was as if everyone had abandoned you, all at once. The darkness was overwhelming and began to make you feel so trapped you’d grow sick to your stomach, oftentimes, the nausea carrying over into your waking life.
Today was no exception. At the break of Dawn, you feel yourself growing groggy. You had been more tired than usual, but of course, this was how things went for pregnant women, right? It didn’t feel misaligned, the symptoms you carried. You fall asleep, feeling the peace of your body being put to rest. Yet what feels like only mere moments later, you blink your eyes open and see darkness.
You feel the rough fabric that’s tied tightly over your eyes. Your heart rate quickens, and you strain to hear the exchange of voices happening right in front of you.
‘...onl...ay’
‘br...a...store....power’
You capture a full word for the first time since your nightmares began.
Power
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You end up getting a bit more rest than you had expected, which was a welcome recharge to your system. You don’t mention the context of your nightmares, or the full word you managed to catch last night. It would only make Chan more protective, Felix more curious, Hyunjin more stressed, and Jisung more terrified. You could tell everyone, hell even yourself included, were waiting for the other shoe to drop. Chan had told you in the entirety of his life, he’s never felt safe, things have never been normal. Ever.
So, for now, you keep your mouth shut and enjoy the cool, night breeze on your face as you have your passenger side window rolled down. You smell the Northeastern Atlantic Ocean shores, only yards away, the moonlight reflecting off the moving water. As Chan drives further, the tree line gives you brief glimpses of the ocean, but it’s clear, you’re heading far in the opposite direction of it. The forestry thickens and you soon smell damp moss and rotting wood more than the coastal sealine.
Hyunjin is sitting in the backseat, also staring out the window, his facial expression blank. He couldn’t shake off the feeling of being trapped in a world he didn’t understand.
“So, this is it? This is where we’re going to live?” Hyunjin asks, with a hint of sarcasm.
Felix, who’s sitting alongside Hyunjin in the roomy SUV, speaks up. “It’s a roof over our heads. It’s a start.” He replies coolly.
“We’ll make it work, Hyunjin.” Chan says, glancing in the rearview mirror at his fire-haired brother. “We always do.”
“We’re a family. We’ll figure it out, together.” You add softly.
Hyunjin doesn’t reply, but the tension in his shoulders relaxes slightly. You all drive in silence for a while, each lost in your own thoughts.
Finally, Chan breaks the silence as the car slows down on the dirt road. “We’ve been through a lot, but we’re all here now. We’re going to make a new life for ourselves. We don’t really have a choice but to move forward now. “
“Anyway then, here we are.” Chan twists the keys in the ignition and the low rumbling of the engine stops. It’s so silent, you could hear a pin drop at least a mile away. You lean forward, glimpsing the large, Victorian style dwellings. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the thick vines that seem to be growing out of every crevice. The moonlight casts an eerie glow on the overgrown plants, making the house seem almost...alive.
You can feel the discomfort in the car as Chan, who was driving, and Jisung, who’s in the backseat, exchange a look of concern. You can see the dust on the windows and the cobwebs in the corners of the house.
As you step out the car with everyone else, you can’t shake off the feeling of unease. The house seems ancient, and it’s clear that it hasn’t been lived in for a long time; but Chan and Jisung’s friend had assured them that it’s a safe location, and you trust them.
You try to put your feelings aside and focus on the task at hand, but as you walk up the creaky front steps, you can’t help but wonder what kind of secrets this old house holds. Chan wriggles the knob, expecting it to open, but to no avail.
“Hold on.” Jisung emerges, wrapping his slender fingers around the rusted knob. Without turning, you can hear the locks inside of the door turn slowly, as if there was someone on the other side. The way it opens, dust falling from the frame, you begin to second guess this decision to yourself once more.
“There’s no way you sprung me to live like this...” Hyunjin says, walking inside and glancing at the peeling paint on the walls. The rooms are large and empty, with no furniture anywhere. The floors are wooden, and a dark, cocoa color.
“Brother, we’ve lived in worse.” Chan says, his hands in his pockets as he walks forward, looking up and surveying the large chandelier that hovers in the foyer. He looks down at the rug underneath his feet and taps the spot with his toe.
“This is a recipe for a D-List horror movie accident just waiting to happen.” He notes as you join him underneath, slipping your arms around his waist, squeezing the fabric of his fleece jacket between your fingers as you also look up at the chandelier.
“It's almost a full moon.” You say with a grin, kissing him and moving on to explore the rest of the house yourself.
“Yeah?” Chan follows behind you, now that you’ve piqued his interest.
“Yeah, you get really paranoid about things the closer it gets, I’ve noticed....” Your voice trails off as you run your hand over an old hallway display cabinet. Dust clings effortlessly to your fingers, and you brush them against one another to scatter it away.
“You don’t think there’s any way Edith could like...come back, for me...or the baby, or anything, right?” You blurt.
Chan’s brow furrows. “No. We sealed her soul in purgatory, little witch why—does this have to do with your nightmares?” Chan’s gears begin to shift as he puts two and two together.
“No! I--” You look around before lowering your voice, “No, I’m just still afraid. Can you blame me? I barely got out alive, and now I have to keep myself and this...thing alive--”
“This thing? That’s my child that’s...our child.” Chan’s voice softens. He realizes his fuse is shorter around the Full Moon and tries to maintain control. He normally doesn’t let it slip, but he was feeling out of sorts the last few days. “You let me worry about keeping you, and our child, alive.”
You’re a little taken aback at his tone, but you blame it on the oncoming Full Moon. The last one didn’t go as well as it should have, and after everything, his body and emotions were tense. He seems to notice the shift in your demeanor and runs his fingers through his dark hair, now styled back slick and straight. He sighs as he places both hands firmly on your upper arms.
“All of this, its gonna take some getting used to for me, for you, for everyone here. She could be a vampire, a witch, a wolf, or all three. My father was a hybrid, and I came out as a wolf. There’s no rhyme or reason to this it's just...a wildcard, really. It’s a wildcard. I feel like I’ve been given a second chance to get it right this time.”
You can feel the neediness in his voice, you see his eyes, begging, pleading for you to understand him, to validate his reasoning, experience and existence.
Your big, bad wolf.
“Did you say...she?” You tease.
He’s caught off guard as you laugh at his expression.
“Did I? I said she? Did I really?” He asks in disbelief. “I didn’t even notice.”
“Do you want a little girl? Do you think you can handle that?” You say with a cheeky grin.
“No, absolutely not! That’s why I can’t believe I said it!” He touches his lips and looks at his fingers, as if the answer would be splayed on the tips.
“Hey lovebirds, it’d be nice to have some hybrid strength for some of these boxes, yeah?” Jisung slaps the doorframe that he’s looking out from behind as he hoists his box higher against his body to get a better grip. He takes it into the living room and sets it among the other boxes that Felix and Hyunjin had managed to use their unnatural speed to build up.
They didn’t bring everything from the old house, only enough to be able to live comfortably for a little while. The family estate was in their name and would always stand where it was built; but that area couldn’t be considered secure. People over the centuries had been guests, although there had been no disturbances, folks in certain circles close enough knew where they laid themselves to rest.
You were barely pregnant, and certainly felt strong enough to help. Your speed wasn’t up to par like theirs, nor was your coordination, but you had little boosts every now and again. You glance into the trailer attached to Chan’s truck. Figuring out that you could carry a box or two, you grasp one and make your way back up the creaky stairs and into your new home.
Chan’s about to approach you, to chastise you for doing too much, when Felix stops his brother, arm across his chest.
“Let her do something for herself, you can’t control everything, brother.” The white-haired vampire murmurs in an intimate tone. “You’ll drive yourself mad trying and drive her away in the process.”
Chan takes a few steps back, watching as you set the box down in the middle of the room and stand up, feeling more winded than you usually were. You shake it off and head back outside to join the others.
“I can’t escape the notion that something isn’t right, brother.”
Chan crosses his arms across his chest, the sleeves of his deep navy fleece jacket rolled up to his elbows as he stands beside Felix, near the staircase in the foyer. Hyunjin zips back and forth so fast, only the sound of his rustling clothing and dropping boxes can be heard. Jisung is struggling to carry heavier boxes, to get you to not worry about them. You find yourself stumbling along Jisung, trying to capture the other end of the boxes that were too heavy for him alone to conquer.
Felix watches everyone too, his arm resting against the wooden, curled start of the banister.
He wants desperately to disagree; but the brothers knew how their undead lives worked. Now they had a pregnant witch descendant of one of the most powerful clans in the world in their midst.
Felix chews the inside of his lower lip as his brain begins spinning the webs it always spun when it came to strategizing. He answers his brother, barely above a whisper.
“It’s not.”
Chan glances over his shoulder at his younger, pureblooded vampire brother. “Has something been ailing you?”
“The bloodlust.” Felix never takes his eyes off you all milling about, despite Chan boring holes into the side of his skull. “Normally I keep myself well fed, the blood of a witch, the blood of your little witch, it’s tempting but...” Felix’s gaze breaks as he glances down at the floor. His index and thumb rub against one another anxiously.
“The reason Hyunjin and I have stayed out of the way isn’t because of what happened. Well maybe, possibly for him but the bloodlust, it just feels almost out of my--”
“Shit!”
You wince, ripping back your hand from the edge of the box where you had just accidentally sliced the side of your palm with the box cutter. The box cutter clatters to the ground as you grip your wrist, sucking in air through your teeth. You’re pinned suddenly to the ground and look up to see Hyunjin’s eyes, an emblazoned amber, his sclera an ugly shade of blood red as he breathes heavily.
There’s no time to embody enough strength to let out a terrifying scream, as Hyunjin's body is violently propelled across the room and Chan is kneeling beside you, breaking the skin on his wrist and lifting your head enough to feed you his blood. You drink, chest still heaving with adrenaline as you observe Felix, holding Hyunjin up by his fingers tightly enclosed around his throat as the youngest brother thrashes against the wall. The wound on the side of your palm closes itself up as you close your eyes from the sights of it all and continue drinking.
Jisung’s hand lay against Hyunjin’s forehead like a priest performing an exorcism. With nothing but pure, ancient magick, Jisung sends a voltage-like stream of energy through Hyunjin that immobilizes and renders him unconscious; and afterwards, he crumples to the ground, powerless. Felix flits away in the blink of an eye, Hyunjin over his shoulder.
As Chan is overseeing everything and allowing you to heal, he suddenly feels a sharp stab from your mouth.
“Hey, hold on a sec...” He coaxes you from the blood spilling from his wrist, and he looks closer at your teeth, covered in blood and saliva, as you breathe heavily from the consumption of power. The tips of your canines were thinner, with a sharper tip. You had felt overwhelmingly in need of his blood for a while now, and you didn’t know what cravings you were dealing with until you had tasted it like this once more. You were dizzy with how good it felt. It soothed a need inside of you.
“Your teeth, little witch--” Chan says in disbelief and concern as he glances over to Jisung, still unconscious on the floor. In a split-second decision, Chan crawls quickly over to Jisung, placing his head into his lap and re-opening his wrist wound to feed Jisung and hopefully bring him back. You’re busy licking the blood from off your lips and fingers as you quietly watch them. You feel feral, but not in a good way. You feel impulsive, and your emotions are now rising to an uncomfortable place.
Jisung stirs awake groggily, coughing and spitting the excess blood on the floor as he pushes himself up to sit and look around, regaining his breath once more.
“Shit how long was I out for?” he asks Chan as he’s helped back up to his feet.
“A minute, maybe two at most.”
“What the hell was that? That wasn’t normal bloodlust, veins were popping out of his skull, he was being consumed by something else entirely.”
It's just like Jisung getting back to normal immediately after falling unconscious.
“It could be because of the baby, or how long he’s been in purgatory Jisung, I don’t know.” Chan drops his hands to his side in confused exasperation as he kneels next to you, helping you to your feet. Your carnal desires had weakened just a bit now that the aftershocks were settling in. You feel the fuzziness in your brain returning to clarity once more.
Felix is coming back down the stairs, and the four of you gather in the living room. He wipes blood from his fingers with his handkerchief as if it were a kitchen condiment.
“Little Witch, I need you to be honest with me, yeah?” Felix asks, looking directly into your eyes. “Have you experienced anything strange, or off since you’ve been back? Any foreboding feeling, visions, nightmares, hallucinations, cravings?”
You instinctively want to start out by lying, but with Felix’s ability to sense the shifts in your circulatory system; and Chan’s capability to literally smell your fear, you answer honestly.
“I’ve been having trouble controlling my powers and experiencing intense mood swings,” you admit, wringing your hands nervously. “I keep dreaming about being held hostage and hearing voices, last night they said ‘Power’. And to top it off, I’ve been having these cravings, like...I need to consume something that I know I shouldn’t.”
Chan doesn’t add that he witnessed fang like projections from your canines earlier. He decides to leave the others in the dark about it. You’re grateful, unaware of what it could mean for you.
Felix and the others exchange a look of concern, knowing the implications of what you just revealed. They were all well-aware of the dangers that came with pregnancy for a witch, especially when the witch in question was carrying a child of an unknown species.
“We need to keep a close eye on you, Little Witch,” Chan says firmly, his arm coming behind your waist from the side to pull you in. “We need to make sure that you and the baby are safe.”
“I don’t feel safe in an unprotected house, no matter what Minho told us.” Jisung says as he walks around the perimeter of the living room, observing the cracks in the walls, little scratches here and there.
Minho...
That was the first time you’ve ever heard that name before.
“He’s all the way in Russia, I don’t even know why you involved him in our mess.” Felix retorts. He’s now extremely cautious about what family friends they decide to include so closely into their lives. Anyone who joined them were at risk of death in any number of gruesome ways with the danger they attracted.
“You know the Lee family has safeguard housing up and down the East Coast, who else could deliver us enchanted real estate in a week’s time? Besides,”
Chan looks around, “Now nobody in America knows where we live.”
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The night before the Full Moon, the night of the Waxing Gibbous moon, progresses, and Jisung is busy using as much of his power reserve as possible to help with protection incantations and conjure to at the very least, make you all undetectable for a solid 3 weeks. With some rest, he could add catch-em's throughout the woods, to signal if anyone was encroaching upon them, and trap them until someone could investigate.
Three weeks would allow the brothers the time to procure a witch of substantial power to drain for the purposes of Felix and Hyunjin helping Jisung to finish the task. You didn’t allow yourself to use unnecessary magick until you could figure out what was going on with your body.
The energy of tomorrow’s Full Moon hangs heavily in the air, which was causing your powers to become increasingly volatile.
It turns out that you weren’t the only one becoming volatile.
The next night, you experienced not one nightmare.
Nothing.
In fact, you sleep quite well, the best you have had in ages. The large, four post bed in the room you and Chan chose is old, with its elaborate gold metal headframe but didn’t have a foul smell and had been covered with plastic. When you further examined the 6, close to 7-bedroom house, you discovered some rooms were furnished, and others left bare.
The loud bangs and clattering were what startled you awoke, followed by muffled voices yelling argumentatively. This house isn't as modernized as the former. The thick, heavy curtains that blocked out sunlight did the same for the moon and stars, unless you physically drew them back. The old place had fancy electronic drapes that rose and fell at the precise moment of sunrise and sunset.
You reach out and turn the bedside lamp on, rubbing your eyes as you stumble over to the curtains and draw them. The moon hangs high in the sky, big and full. You ran to the top of the stairs, clenching your robe closed, as you had little time to get yourself together.
Underneath the central chandelier in the foyer was the large wolf with fur blacker than souls that stir in the dead of night. Scraps of fabric were strewn on the floor, along with quite a fair amount of blood spattered along the walls and carpet. The wolf crouches down, readying for a predatory launch.
“Chan!” You shriek impulsively, covering your mouth when his yellow eyes snap at you, standing atop the staircase. He growls, a snarl from deep inside of his chest, and then he blows air from his nose, almost like a sneeze, backing up two paces with a whine before he’s off, out the broken front door at a speed far faster than an average wolf could manage, and into the night.
You run down the stairs and out onto the porch, but to no avail, he’s already out of your sight. The sounds of coughing and boards falling and creaking are what alert you to Hyunjin as he climbs out of the hole in the front porch, shaking the crumbled dirt and dust from his crimson locks and brushing his plum-colored button up, tucked into his black slacks.
“Well, that was a very rude way to say ‘no’.” he tilts his head to the right ever so slightly, and you wince from the crack that results from the realignment of his spine. “I guess I forgot how strong he was.” he murmurs to himself as he adjusts the cuffs of his sleeve around his wrist.
“Hyunjin, what the fuck happened to you last night? You nearly killed me, and the baby!” Your anger explodes in that moment, but didn’t you have every reason to? If bringing Hyunjin back means you were in more danger than before then maybe you were the only one capable of doing something about it...
You stop in your tracks from approaching him and physically shake your head to get rid of those awful thoughts.
You didn’t mean that.
Why did that even come up intrusively into your mind?
“You’re feeling it too, aren’t you, pretty witch?” Hyunjin hasn’t flinched from his spot, simply placing his hand into his pocket. He looks amused. “I’ve never seen you so fired up like this before. I kind of like it on you--”
You take in your breath and hold it to stop yourself from saying something impulsive.
“Hyunjin, think about what Chan can do to you, and magnify it by 300, I will wear your fucking insides as mardi gras beads if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on—right—now.”
“You don’t have to sweet talk me that like to get information out of me, besides, I don’t know what the fuck is going on, alright? Christophe seemed to have transformed against his will and now he’s God knows where in this area none of us know anything about.” Hyunjin says crossly with his unique sarcasm.
“And I didn’t attack you on purpose, alright?” his demeanor shifts as he glances away, and you sense a little...worry? Sadness?
“I keep having these fucking...flashbacks of being sealed away. Those first few hundred years...I fought every, single moment I breathed. I – I bled out so many times, and would black out, only to come back impossibly weaker—forced to fight again, and again--”
“Hyunjin, I--”
You wordlessly bring him into a hug and his body stiffens at first, he doesn’t reciprocate.
“Pretty witch I can’t--”
His hands come up to embrace you in return.
“Pretty w-witch--”
His hands are quivering on your back, and you feel wetness seeping into your shoulder that makes you pull back and see the saliva dripping down his jaw, his fangs full and bright, needle sharp, just like Felix’s as he fixes his stare blankly ahead at nothing, his body beginning to slowly rock. He looks like he’s fighting a possession.
“Run.”
You take off down the porch stairs and into the woods.
You glance back as you run, the robe catching on the tree and ripping from your body. You manage not to stumble, but as you’re not paying attention, the remains of a hollow dead tree strike a gash in your shin that makes you cry out, hunched over, trying to keep some distance between you and whatever these wild creatures that you knew as close friends, family even, had become. This wasn’t them. You had to be hallucinating. You were in some nightmare. You stand to your feet again and come face to face with Felix’s hungry eyes.
“Are we playing a game, little witch?” he asks in a lively manner, with a disarming show of his teeth in an innocent grin.
“I win.”
Felix’s lips close, then turning into a smile that reaches his eyes, before he grips you up, his lips pressing against your neck, your pulse racing as you squirm against him, trying to manifest your strengths, your capabilities, your power.
“You smell like pure moonlight.” He says after taking a big whiff of your skin before you feel needlepoint fangs puncture your artery while you feel an icy heat emerge from your fingertips and onto his thigh that you were gripping behind your body. Felix yelps in pain, mutters mumbled profanity, and you hear the breeze through the branches as he disappears into the night.
You’re gripping your neck as its spurting blood all over the ground beneath you and you fall to your knees. You want to be strong; you want to cry out for help, but you blackout from the blood loss and pain from the venom, your body hitting the forest floor.
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“--manifesting differently in all of us--”
“-- dead!”
“--sealed her soul, you didn’t--”
You groan as you groggily open your eyes to see yourself back in the four-post bed of your room.
“She’s awake.” Chan exclaims at your bedside. You tilt your head to look at him and then sit up a little more.
He’s all human. All there. He’s cleaned up and well-dressed, which was a stark contrast to the beast you laid eyes on before you passed out.
You passed out.
You touch the side of your neck, but feel the skin totally healed. You move your head back and forth and feel no pain before you spot Felix sitting at the foot of your bed. Jisung is seated at an old desk to the right. Hyunjin is leaning against the window, staring up at the moon that continued its cycle regardless of what happened down here. It's a waning gibbous; at least the energy of the full moon had passed. You feel calmer, and the energy between the boys is subdued.
“Good, you’re awake.” Felix says as he lifts his head to look at you.
“First of all, about last night—I lost control of myself in ways I haven’t felt in hundreds of years. I can only remember what even happened through Jisung bringing my memories back. The last thing I remembered was Jisung and I in the woods, figuring out the lay of the land, and then, I smelled blood...I didn’t just, smell blood, I heard voices in my head. Collective voices like a swarm of bees, all telling me to follow it. The entire time I was fighting impulse and I couldn’t stop myself. I remember feeling a stabbing pain in my leg, and I tasted your blood on my lips and ran as far as I could with what little control I had.”
You listen to him, remembering what you could of the chilling events that occurred last night. The way he smiled at you, so friendly, so unassumingly, he could’ve taken candy from a baby with no consequence. This was only moments before he ripped a hole in your carotid artery.
“I’m sorry.” He murmurs.
“At least I gave her a warning.” Hyunjin shrugs as he continues to watch the trees blow in the wind.
“You call telling her to run headfirst into her death a warning?!” Chan snaps as he stands up, the chair he’s in scraping back against the floor with the haste of his aggressive movement.
You remember the conversation you had with Hyunjin last night before he told you to run, and you tug at Chan’s hand, shaking your head, signaling for him to stand down. He sighs as he reaches between his legs to pull the chair back and sits back down.
“How are you feeling? Is anything different?” Chan asks.
He wants to know about the baby.
“I’ve never been pregnant before but, I feel okay—a little tired but, nothing too crazy.” You grunt as you push yourself all the way up. “I guess this is what you meant by us never being safe, huh?”
Chan exchanges a glance with Felix, who stands to his feet.
“I don’t think there was a way to prevent this from happening, I don’t even know how it all works yet....”
You cling to each word as Felix speaks.
“I have a theory that Edith had a counterspell on her earthly remains. If they were ever to be destroyed, a curse is set loose to reign hellfire on those responsible, bringing out the worst in all of us. I don’t feel it at all today, neither do any of the rest of us. It must somehow work with the Full Moon.”
“Meaning its wolf-based?”
“There are other important things that happen during the Full Moon that don’t involve us.”
“I knew it! I knew she wasn’t gone!” You shove the blankets off of you as you stand up in anger, interrupting their discussion. You look at Chan. “You told me she was gone, you told me there was no way she could come back--”
“She is gone, and she won’t come back.” Hyunjin’s voice cuts between the room’s tension.
“If we can break the curse.”
End.
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It's been awhile since I posted art, right? So here's a possible design for vampire hunter Isaac
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The Devil’s Masquerade
Pairing: Andy Barber x reader (Mafia/Vampire/Soft!Darkish AU)
Word Count: 2,965
Summary: You didn’t even want to go to the Holiday ball in the first place but turns out you never really had a choice.
Author’s Note: This is for the ‘Tis the Season to be Thot-y’ writing challenge! 🥰My gift is for my love Ali @maladaptivexxdaydreaming and my dialogue prompt was: “oh hey, mistletoe” (which I changed only slightly), and my festive device was ‘Christmas Party.” And my babe was Mr. Andy Barber. I hope you enjoy this my sweet friend. The Mafia/Vampire/Soft!dark themes are subtle but I do hope it all comes together. I was so happy to write this for you! Love you so❤️ Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always!❤️❤️❤️ DIvider by my sweet Daisy @firefly-graphics Thank you love!💕 And the edit below is one of my faves done by my lovely friend Nix.
Warnings: light soft!dark maybe implying stalking, vampire induced haze bc you know they do that lol, maybe implied smut, mafia themes- anything I missed let me know :)
EDIT IS NOT MINE: My friend Nix made this edit and I love it to the moon and bag! Thank you beauty! 💕
“Do I really have to go to this party?”
Your friend and coworker, Nat, turns your way, her eyes narrowing. “Yes and it’s really more like a Holiday ball!”
“Who hosts a ball on a Friday night?” you ask with a frown. “I’m tired!”
“Oh stop,” Nat says, waving you off. “We bought that gorgeous dress last week and you’re going to look amazing and have the best time!”
“We don’t even know him! He never comes to the office and we only hear whisperings about him. I bet he doesn’t even show up to his own party!” you state.
“Complain all you want babe. You’re going because I’m going and you can’t leave me alone!” she says, her face full of determination.
“Fineeee,” you draw out with a sigh. “But when you find me asleep with my champagne it’ll be your fault!”
You’re just touching up your make up when you get the notification the car is here to pick you up. In a flurry of flowy fabric and rushed footsteps you make your way down the steps of your apartment and onto the street.
“I can’t believe they sent cars to drive everyone,” you say on an exhale when you slide into the backseat next to Nat.
“I know!” she squeals. “So fancy!”
When you arrive at the estate you’re momentarily rendered speechless. The wrought iron gates are intricately designed and swing open with ease to allow the car to drive up the winding gravel road. The house looms in the distance, sitting atop a hill, framed by large evergreen trees that are all decorated for the Holidays.
“Wow,” Nat says quietly.
“Wow is right,” you agree, never taking your eyes off the scene before you.
“I mean he is the owner of the company so…,” Nat muses.
“He would be rich, right?” you finish.
She nods, her eyes wide.
The driver gets out and opens the door, taking your hand to help you out. You look around, trying to take in all the elegance that surrounds you. The house has an old world feel with towering spires and balconies made of stone and brick.
Wreaths hang from the countless windows and garland is draped over and around the door. The lights only enhance the beauty of it all. It’s festive while still being romantic.
“I can’t wait to see what the inside looks like,” you mutter.
The double doors swing open as if on cue and you step foot into the large foyer, tilting your head back to look up at the lofty ceilings.
Your friend Matt rushes over to you, his eyes wide with excitement.
“You guys are here!” he says, out of breath. “Isn’t this place insane!”
He looks over your shoulder as the doors begin to close, his eyebrows drawing together when he sees the car pull away.
“Did you guys come in a car?” Matt asks.
You can only nod, your eyes continuing to scan the interior of the house.
The walls are adorned with sconces that hold long and thin candles, their light flickering with the arrival of more guests. The hallway is framed in ornate wood molding and the rug is plush and decorative.
“That’s weird,” Matt continues. “I had to drive here myself.”
“Maybe only the girls get special treatment,” you say distractedly.
Matt’s face remains pinched together in thought and only when Nat speaks does he focus again.
“Have you seen him yet?” Nat asks Matt.
“Seen who?” you ask, still looking around the foyer.
“The boss,” Nat whispers, tugging on your arm.
Matt shakes his head no. “Not yet but wait until you see the rest of this place.”
You finally drag your eyes away and let them settle on your friends. “I told you…he probably isn’t even here!”
You’re quickly escorted from the foyer and down a long hallway, the walls ornamented with fairy lights that hang and drape over every corner and small and glittering stars that twinkle every time they catch the light.
It’s enchanting and you easily get lost in the glow of it all.
“What are we drinking?” Nat asks when you enter the main hall.
“Let’s get some champagne and have a look around,” you tell her.
You walk over to one of the many bars, thanking the bartender and sipping your drink as you continue to take the whole scene in.
“This place must be massive,” you say quietly. “I wish we could explore!”
Nat giggles next to you, her attention focused on a man across the room.
“What are you staring at?” you ask as you follow her line of sight. “Oh.”
“I know right, right?” she whispers. “He keeps smiling at me. I think I’ve seen him around the office once or twice.”
“And now he’s coming over here!” you say quickly, pressing yourself closer to her.
The man throws Nat a megawatt smile and introduces himself as Steve. He starts chatting with Nat and even though he tries to keep you included in the conversation your concentration is not on him but someone else entirely.
As if in a trance you stare at the man and a shiver runs down your spine. He’s tall with broad shoulders that fill out the jacket of his tuxedo and his full and dark beard frames a beautiful face. You’re inexplicably drawn to him, every nerve of your body alive with electricity as you hold his intense gaze.
He lifts his glass to you with a slight tilt of his head before he disappears into the crowd.
You sway with the realization that the enchantment is gone and Nat looks over at you, concern etched on her face.
“You ok?” she asks.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” you assure her, downing the rest of your drink and setting it on the bar. “I’m just going to go find the restroom.”
“Are you sure?” Nat says, eyeing you.
“I’m sure,” you tell her before giving her a wink and moving off in search of the mystery man.
You weave through the crowd, your eyes constantly scanning the room for him but it’s as if he’s vanished. It isn’t until you reach the end of the hall and meet a set of large wooden doors, one slightly ajar and you feel that familiar tingling skittering over your skin.
With a cautious push you slip through the door and instantly find yourself wrapped in darkness. On a sharp inhale you feel for the door, your heart hammering against your chest as you try to find your way out.
“Leaving so soon?”
The voice startles you even more and you plaster yourself to the wall, frantically searching the darkness for the source.
A small flame flashes at the end of the room and then as if by magic all the candles lining the wall burst with brightness, flooding the space with light and illuminating the figure standing in the corner.
“I’m sorry,” you stammer. “I think I got lost.”
Your fingers fumble along the wall in constant search for the door but your eyes stay locked on the man as he approaches.
“The door is just a few more inches to your left sweetheart,” he says softly but with a small smile.
Your hand closes around the doorknob and you turn it but find yourself unable to leave.
“Enjoying the party?” he asks with a smirk.
“This house is beautiful. I was only hoping to see more of it,” you say.
His dark eyelashes lower and he moves closer.
“Are you sure you didn’t come in here looking for me?”
Realizing you’re blatantly staring at him; you glance back at the door.
“Why would I do that?” you answer.
He gives you a light chuckle and his eyes sparkle with mischief.
“I’d love to give you a tour. I know my way around very well.”
He holds out his hand, his long fingers enticing as they beckon you to him.
“I think I should go find my friends,” you murmur.
With a raise of his eyebrows, he waits, his hand still lingering in the space between you.
“You’ll miss the garden. It’s breathtaking.”
“Garden?” you say with whispered reverence.
Your fingers tremble as you reach for him, still a bit dazed, and when his hand closes around yours a spark of heat shoots across your skin.
He grins at you, his smile knowing before he leads you toward a door at the other end of the room. He holds the door open and ushers you through then extends his arm for you to take. You hesitate but relent when he smiles warmly.
“How do you know your way around so well?” you ask as you take in the décor of the new space. “Do you know the owner?”
His head falls back with laughter and his eyes crinkle with mirth. You dip your head to hide your embarrassment but he quickly spins you to face him and presses his fingers under your chin, lifting your face.
His blue eyes are intense, the color so radiant it’s startling and when you open your mouth to apologize his fingers slip free and he presses one to your soft lips, leaving you breathless.
“I do,” he begins. “Very well in fact.”
His smile is back and his thumb swipes across your bottom lip as he releases you. He studies every feature of your face with open appreciation.
“And to answer your question…I am the owner.”
You go still, once again unable to meet his eyes, your hands wringing together over your stomach.
“Mr. Barber, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”
“Please honey, it’s Andy.”
“I didn’t know…we’ve never met…”
“Shhh,” he says softly. “I know.”
You audibly swallow, the sound echoing in your ears, before you look up again, still flustered. You introduce yourself and start to tell him the department you work in but he interrupts your string of words.
“I know who you are,” he states. “And the department you work in. You’re excellent at what you do.”
You skin heats under his praise and you quietly give him thanks.
“Shall we?” he asks, holding his arm out.
You curl your fingers around his bicep and fall into step next to him.
He gives you a detailed tour of every room you visit, his words rich with history and adoration.
“You’ve collected quite a stunning array of artifacts Mr. Barber. I’m very impressed.”
“Please sweetheart, it’s Andy. I insist.”
You turn your attention to him and you tremble under his piercing gaze, the urge to be near him almost overwhelming. His eyes trail across your face, seeming to linger on our mouth before lifting back to your eyes.
“Andy,” you murmur before looking away and distracting yourself with a painting that hangs on the wall.
In your rush to escape his charm you fail to notice the way his eyes darken and his tongue traces over his lips at the sound of his name falling from your mouth.
Before you can ask about the painting he’s pressed to your back, his body hard against the soft contours of your own.
He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispers, “this is a personal favorite of mine.”
“Oh,” you breathe out, swaying in his arms as you try to study the art.
“This one is titled, ‘Demon seated in a Garden.’ It was painted by Mikhail Vrubel in 1890. The original.”
Your quiet gasp has him gently squeezing your waist and humming with pleasure.
“I love to collect beautiful things,” he murmurs, tightening his grip on your waist.
He holds you long enough to leave you breathless then let’s go slowly, his hands caressing your curves in the process. He walks to the French doors across the room and stands peering out into the night.
The moonlight shines through the glass panes, bathing him in an ethereal glow and you find your feet moving of their own accord, every step taking you closer until your shoulder brushes his.
You stare out into the garden and your breath hitches, the beauty like nothing you’ve ever seen.
“I knew you would love it,” he simpers. “All your favorites.”
He sweeps his arm out, keeping his eyes on the garden even as yours widen in shock.
“My favorites…?” you whisper, the rest of your words caught in your throat. “But…”
“Come sweetheart. Let me show you.”
Without waiting he takes your hand and opens the door, the cool night breeze blowing over your skin and carrying the fragrant aroma of flowers.
The space is large, extending out past the house and into the wooded area behind, but long strings of lights hang from canopies and trees, illuminating the foliage in sparkles of light.
“Oh my god,” you gush. “It’s magnificent.”
You let go of his hand and move from one flowering plant to the next, smelling and softly touching each one.
The scene before you almost makes you forget his suggestive words from earlier and it isn’t until he speaks that you remember he’s even there.
“I’m so glad you’re happy,” he says. “I was hoping you’d love it.”
You spin around to face him and your smile fades, your unease rushing back in waves.
“I don’t understand,” you say quietly. “You don’t even know me.”
Andy steps into your space and you’re hit with the smell of something musky and woodsy then the overlying scent of the flowers drifts over you and you’re intoxicated, the urge to bury your face in his strong neck and run your fingers through his thick beard overwhelming you.
His eyes glitter as they fall to yours, tension springing between you as his gaze darkens with heat.
“I know all about you honey. I always make sure to keep a close eye on my employees.”
He leans closer to whisper in your ear, goose bumps shivering down your neck at the ghost of his words on your skin.
“Or at least the one I want.”
Your eyelashes kiss your cheeks, your body melting into his even as your mind screams at you that this is inappropriate.
“Want?” you breathe out, fighting the spell he has over you. “How do you even…?”
“I know people…I have eyes and ears everywhere.”
He doesn’t bother to divulge any more information as he presses his fingertips to the small of your back and drags you closer.
“Do you know what kind of flower this is?” he asks when he tears his eyes from yours and tilts his head back.
You pull your eyes away from him and look up, noting the drooping evergreen bush that hangs from the branch of the willow tree above you.
“Oh…that’s mistletoe.”
He nods with a smile.
“Do you know anything about mistletoe sweetheart?”
“Only that most species are poisonous and parasitic.”
You continue to look at the plant rather than him, the feel of having him so close muddling your thoughts and making your body ache with an undeniable need.
“Did you know it was once believed to have magical powers?”
“No…only that there is a tradition about kissing under it.”
When you say these last words your eyes drop back to his and his head dips lower. You swallow hard, knowing you should physically retreat but you can’t find the willpower.
“Yes and the action was believed to lead inevitably to marriage,” he murmurs, his eyes trained on your mouth.
You’re not evening listening to his words at this point, your sole focus on his lips. His eyes are hooded and his arm wraps around your waist, hauling you impossibly closer.
You both still at the press of your bodies together, your eyes locking and your breath catching at the heat in his eyes.
“The garden is full of everything you love. I’ve been paying close attention to every little detail,” he winks. “I can’t wait to show you all of it.”
“I still don’t understand,” you say, willing yourself to think clearly.
“There’s nothing for you to understand honey. I have everything under control,” he says with a saccharine smile.
“How can you know all this about me? I’ve never seen you at the office…”
You repeat your words from earlier, grasping at any semblance of control and reason.
“I’ve always been watching and as I said before…I know people.”
“But…,” you stammer, “who do you know?”
His face is only a breath away from yours and it’s impossible to wrench yourself away.
“People who help me get what I want,” he whispers.
You inhale a small gasp, pressing your hand to his hard chest and trying feebly to escape his embrace.
He smirks as if he knows how he affects you.
“And I always get what I want,” he simpers.
All your thoughts fade from existence the moment his soft lips press to yours and you can’t stop your hands from smoothing along his chest and wrapping around his neck. Your dizzy with the sensation of his mouth and hands, the smell of him, the feel of his hardness pressed against you.
You pull back only for lack of air, all of yours drained from your lungs with his kiss. He tightens his hold on you, dragging his knuckles up your arm to caress your bare shoulder before he wraps his fingers around your neck and tilts your head back.
His nose brushes along your throat, his soft inhale making you tremble in his arms and when he presses his lips to your pulse point you whimper out his name. Your blood moves like fire through your veins and when he drags his fangs across your skin you feel as if you’ll come apart in his hands.
“I’ve waited so long for you,” he murmurs into your skin. “Too long.”
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If Chris and Jake were Halloween characters/creatures (like a vampire, werewolf, witch, literal monster, or whatever else like those for example) what would they be?
Chris, easily a would be a ghost given his canon self was born in the Phantom Zone. If I’m a more mystical creature AU though, like say if implemented in the early 1800s like say many Gothic tales, I envision him being the son of a prominent war hero who sadly perished during a nighttime siege in his family’s fortress and now roams the ruins of said fortress (which explains why he’s in nightclothes as a ghost), searching for a friend to talk to since his childhood while AU live was pretty heavily strict and lonely
Or alternatively, akin to Jon, he can also be a werewolf albeit hailing from a different clan/pack of them who hail from distant lands and the Pack Leader, Zod, is a brash sort, inadvertently leaving Chris behind during a pack voyage one stormy night, allowing the Kents to find and take him in
Then there’s Jake; I can see the Graysons being vampire rulers of a secret kingdom within the Balkans, who live in relative peace from the human world and Dick being the King of said realm. Kory descends from a Royal clan of vampires hailing from another corner of the globe, a clan notably for ironically blending in well with humans and can withstand sunlight unlike Dick’s clain can. Mar’i and Jake are the children of these Royal two, as Crown Princess and Prince respectively.
Despite having a literal thirst for blood, Dick has explicit rules for his kingdom to forbid human blood from being taken out of precaution in making sure their kingdom isn’t discovered and their existence under peril from the humans. Thankfully there location deep in the forests have a variety of wildlife they can fear from instead.
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Info she THE SCARLET PHOENIX
OUTFIT OF SCARLET PHOENIX
Chapters
1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14
15 / 16 / 17 / 18
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For the sentence game. Whumper and whumpee of your choice. though I am extremely partial to Vampire Chris.
The whumper asks, "What does it feel like?" as they press the blade into the whumpee's stomach and twisting it sharply.
CW: Vampire whumpee, religion, impaling, restrained/captivity
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1968, somewhere in the state of Nevada
"What's your name?"
It's not the man asking the question who forces the vampire to the ground. Those are four or five others, all of them wearing the same dull deep blue matching tops and pants. Around them the cold desert wind whistles around the cluster of buildings, whipping its way through a broken window somewhere to create a mournful instrumental song.
The vampire's back hits the ground with a grunt, and he hisses and spits, baring sharp fangs and twisting to try and bite the hands that hold him.
One man, large and muscular, grabs the creature by his red hair and yanks his head back until it bounces off the ground.
"I asked you a question," The man says. His voice is soft and gentle. He keeps his hands folded mildly in his lap as he sits back in a metal folding chair, wearing a white version of the same outfits the others wear in blue, feet kicked serenely out in front of him. The vampire spits, but it lands nowhere nearby. The saliva is bloody, too.
"Father Grant, what should we do?" One of his people, the man's people, who have followed him to this place in the scrubbrush and heat and boiling sun, looks up at him, her hair falling into her face.
She's very pretty, the man thinks. And he has been considering taking another wife. The capture of the vampire is a sign, but he has to be sure.
He holds up his hand, all five fingers splayed wide.
They understand.
One man takes the knife he keeps at his belt and jams it through the vampire's hand into the ground beneath him. The creature thrashes, nearly pulling himself free, until another does the same to his other one. His eyes are wide, and terribly green, as he feigns human agony and screams.
A third blade through one foot, a fourth through the other. Blood thick and nearly black runs from the wounds into the ground, feeding the sacred dirt in this most sacred place.
"Death becomes life," The man says, in the tone of someone imparting a great lesson. His follows look up at him in awe, even as he slowly gets to his feet, letting his hands fall apart and then gesture widely at the community he's built with his own hands, his own voice, and perhaps more than a few surreptitious doses of certain substances to help speed their revelations. "Do you see, my children?"
"Yes, Father," They say softly. One man, with a beard and moustache and wavy brown hair, smiles up at him in adoration as he leans all his weight on the knife through the vampire's palm, forcing it even further into the dirt.
"I understand, Father," The young man says. He's gorgeous. The Father licks his lips. There is more to power than wives, he thinks, but that is for later, too.
He looks down at the vampire, bleeding from his eyes in a terrible mimicry of human suffering, and smiles. The vampire looks like a butterfly laid out for display in a shadowbox, held well within the circle of the center shrine.
The god the father prays to has given them a reward. He won't waste it.
Tracks of thinned blood run down the vampire's cheeks, over to his ears, staining the delicate skin of the curves and his already-coppery hair. As he fights, he only buries the knives more deeply. His growls and hisses turn to whimpers, to soft animal whining. Sweat breaks out, a hundred thousand tiny red-tinted droplets on his skin.
The Father steps to the side and removes the Bowie knife he keeps in a special box. He's told all his followers the knife is sacred. In reality, he bought it at a sporting goods store before he started up his little church in Iowa, before he found his first follows, before he moved them to a place where no one is watching.
But they don't need to know that.
He moves over to the creature, still struggling and failing to free himself against the strength of the community, the picture of evil subdued by the holy light of God.
Then, his heart beating quickly, he uses both hands to bring the knife down into the belly of the beast.
Blood spurts upwards, and the Father doesn't even flinch as it lands cool against his skin, marking his face and his clothing. His eyes only widen.
The vampire screams again, but fainter this time, more ragged. It turns its head to look at him, pleading with those shockingly human green eyes.
"Thank you," The Father whispers to the god he prays to, and his follows bow their heads in praise as well. "Feed, my children, on power incarnate."
His follows - these are his inner circle, the most trusted, the ones he knows he can manipulate into things that would have horrified or disgusted them only a few short years ago - lean down, each of them bent over the bloodied wounds their own blades made.
Then he smiles at the vampire. "What does it feel like?" He asks, pressing the blade more deeply into the vampire's stomach and twisting sharply. The monster's body jerks.
Each of the Father's follows opens their mouth and begins to lap the blood from the vampire's wounds. The strangled noise the creature makes sounds like heaven itself, a demon suffering can only ever be a holy thing.
The Father uses one hand to press the creature's head back against the floor as he fights, weakening with blood loss. His gesture is almost like that of a mother checking for fever.
"H-hurts," The vampire manages, in a thin and strained voice.
"Don't worry," The Father soothes, and twists the knife again just to feel the creature writhe in its agonies, unable to die and escape the pain. "Don't worry at all."
He leans down, and presses his holy kiss to the space just between its eyes. Thick burgundy blood bubbles up from the vampire’s lips as it coughs, pools on its tongue, runs down to drip into the dirt, to mark it.
"It's going to get so much worse, and you'll never, ever die."
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Psycho Killer AU Masterlist
Summary: A drunken dare and chance encounter jump-starts a whole new life.
Warnings: Psychological horror, dubcon, gore, death - See each entry for individual warnings. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI
A/N: All titles come from Psycho Killer by The Talking Heads
We Are Vain & We Are Blind
When you move back in with your parents after a broken engagement, a drunken dare to visit the scary house on the edge of town changes everything for you. Forever.
Don't Touch Me, I'm a Real Live Wire
You take a trip to Boston
Qu'est-ce Que C'est
You and Ransom go to Paris.
I Can't Sleep Cause My Bed's On Fire
In Germany, you and Ransom run into someone from his past.
Continuing AU
#psycho killer au#we are vain & we are blind#ransom drysdale#dark ransom drysdale#ransom drysdale x reader#ransom drysdale x female reader#ransom drysdale x you#dark!ransom drysdale#knives out#dark reader#reader insert#fanfic#vampire au#series masterlist#masterlist#ce characters#chris evans fanfiction#kris wrote something
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I can smell your blood from a kilometer away
I can hear your heartbeat even in the noisiest room
I'm a hunter
You're a victim
You know what I mean?
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RUN
#I still love au vampire🧛#Christian likes to play a little with his victims before attacking them#at first he communicates kindly with a human#but then he starts doing various creepy things (typical of vampires) to scare the victim#and when a human already reaches a hysterical fright Christian tells him/her to run away from him as quickly as possible#of course Chris will catch up with this victim and drink all the blood that is in this body#Chris doesn't get bored of it because each time the victims react a little differently#someone is screaming and trying to run away as quickly as possible#someone reacts with aggression and tries to attack Christian (although Chris perfectly sees how a human's body trembles from fear)#the most uninteresting reaction is when the victim loses consciousness from fear#then Christian just drinks the blood because he doesn't have the patience to wait for the victim to wake up (it's boring)#oc: christian hawkins#virtual photography#cyberpunk 2077
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Chris Motionless x Reader
Shades of Purple
Part 2: Violet
Warnings: Language, Mention of Ronnie Radke, angst, lil bit of fluff
A/N: So sorry this took a bit to come out, writers block is a bitch sometimes and now I’m in a band so some of my focus is with that, so please be patient with me :,)
(also that pic of Chris has me in a chokehold 🤭)
Taglist: @skulliecadaver-blog @witchyweeb34 @cookiesupplier @raydenrrobertson @sakuracyberhex @beaker1636 @lyschko666 @black-damask1999 @synthetic-wasp-570 @jilliemiw86 @tearfallpixie @vinyardmauro @thatchickwiththecamera @bloody-delusion-expert @th0ughts-pr4yers @zuberweirrd
Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/740770553010454528/shades-of-purple
Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/742491105694810112/shades-of-purplel
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“Oh, one more thing..” The man said, catching my attention. I stopped in my tracks to look at him. “That’s a lovely shade of purple on you, darling.”
I could feel myself blushing at his compliment. “O-oh, thank you.” I stuttered before turning my head quickly to hide my blush.
I could hear him chuckle before walking the other way.
“Be seeing you, little dove.” He said before he was gone.
Woah.
That man…
He was quite the charmer, wasn’t he?
The whole time I walked to the holding room, I thought about him. The way he spoke so intelligently, the way he smiled..
The girls must’ve taken notice of how I was acting based on their reactions while we were waiting for Todd and Elizabeth.
“Are you okay, Y/N? Your face is red.” Aurora asked, glancing at me with concern.
“Is it? Oh god.” I said, rubbing my arm.
“Run into anyone cute?” Estella asked with a wink.
I averted my eyes in the other direction, smiling shyly, “Perhaps..”
“Ooo, was he cute?” Estella asked curiously, leaning forward.
“Yeah, he was. He was rather charming..” I admitted, blushing a bit.
“Aw, that’s so cute! You’re blushing!” Aurora pointed out, smiling.
I laughed nervously and shrugged it off, “It’s not important though. It’s not like I’ll see him again anyway.”
“There you girls are!” Elizabeth shouted, walking into the room. “Come now, the bidding is about to start!” She guided us to the back stage, where a bunch of other people were standing.
“Make us good money now.” Todd said, walking to the back corner with Elizabeth, crossing his arms.
I could hear the spokesman welcoming everyone to the auction.
Here we go…
My last moments of freedom..
I could feel my heart racing, how I hadn’t passed out yet was beyond me.
The group of people got smaller and smaller as they were put on the stage for vampires to bid on.
I could see poor Aurora next to be out on stage. We shot glances at each other and waved goodbye for the last time. My heart hurt as I saw her walk away. I’d never see her again. I’d never see her or Estella ever again. My best friends would be gone from my life and that fucked with my heart.
There was one thing I couldn’t get off my mind however..
The encounter I had with that man still played in my head.
The way that he saved me from my possible death and acted as if it was no big deal..
A part of me hoped to see him again..
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Third Person POV
Little did Y/N know, Christopher couldn’t keep her out of his mind either.
She was a pretty thing, wasn’t she?
Yes, that girl in that plum purple dress had caught the vampire’s attention as she ran down those halls, desperately searching for that damned holding room.
He had watched closely as she bumped into Ronnie, and how he had almost taken advantage of her. He couldn’t have that, could he? Chris had already disliked the other vampire, and seeing him try and hurt an innocent pissed him off.
He took satisfaction in pissing off the other male and ruining his fun, but he was also happy to have helped her.
The way her cheeks flushed when he complimented her…simply adorable.
She had been very thankful to him for her rescue, but a bit anxious at the same time. Then it clicked when she mentioned the holding room.
She was one of the humans to be auctioned off.
The poor girl was probably terrified, what if she had ended up in the hands of someone like Radke? What if RADKE HIMSELF had her to himself? The thought of that disgusted him.
Originally, Chris wasn’t going to participate in the auction, just watch from the side. He had made the excuse to get a number just to get away from the annoying Ronnie. Now, he was going to get a number. That girl intrigued him.
Perhaps she was what he was in search of this whole time. He had to try.
He had gone to another room to receive a number. When he entered, all eyes were on him, intrigued by his presence. The person behind the table raised a brow.
“Huh. So the rumors are true. The mysterious Christopher Cerulli is participating in this year’s auction.” He said, handing the number to Chris.
#570
Chris chuckled, “Don’t expect to see me at future auctions. This is a one time thing.”
“Gonna drain the human slowly then, I see? Make em’ suffer? I like it.” The man said with a smirk. Chris mentally cringed at his words.
Of course he would. Disgusting pig..
Chris raised his brows before giving him a half smile, trying to hide his disgust. “Sure, think of it like that.” Chris turned and started leaving the room, “Good day.”
“Enjoy the bidding.”
Chris made his way down the halls and to the auditorium where all the vampires waited for the auction to begin. An usher escorted him down to his seat and Chris immediately froze when he saw who he’d be sitting next to.
Ronnie..
Ronnie glared at Chris, “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Is there a problem here gentlemen?” The usher asked as Chris turned to him.
“There is. I refuse to sit next to HIM.” Chris said, crossing his arms.
“For once, I agree with him.” Ronnie added, a sour look on his face. Neither one wanted to be next to each other.
“Too bad, it’s assigned seating. Deal with it.” The usher stated before walking away. Chris cursed under his breath before begrudgingly sitting in his seat.
“Do not speak a single fucking word to me.” Chris muttered to Ronnie. Ronnie rolled his eyes in response.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our annual auction!” A voice boomed over a speaker. The two turned to see the spokesman on the stage. “This year marks 350 years of this fantastic event!”
The room erupted into cheers and applause. “Now let’s get this auction started, shall we?”
The first human stepped out, a young woman with long blonde locks and green eyes, wearing a baby blue dress.
“$100!” A voice echoed through the room.
“I’ve got $100. Do we have any higher bids?” The spokesman called.
“$250!” Another called.
“$250! We got $250! Going once? Going twice?” No answer from the crowd. “Sold to #47! You may claim your prize in room B.”
The poor girl had a look of fear on her face as she was escorted to another room.
Another woman was brought onto the stage. She had been sold for $430.
Then another was sold for $550.
Soon, Aurora was brought out onto the stage. She had been shaking with fear as she stepped onto the floor to be presented to the hundreds of vampires.
$400!”
“$400! Do we have any higher bids?”
$750!”
$750! Any higher bids for the lovely little thing?”
“$900!”
“900! Going once? Going twice? Sold to #652! You may claim your prize in room B.”
Y/N watched in horror as her friend was taken away. She could feel tears pooling in her eyes.
“No…poor Aurora..” She whispered in disbelief, feeling the tears running down her face. She knew her friends would be sold, but fuck… It hurt seeing the ones she cared about get taken away by those heartless demons.
She then saw Estella glance over at her with a look of sadness before she was escorted onto the stage. The tears started coming down harder.
No, no this wasn’t fair!
None of this was fair or right! It simply wasn’t humane.
Not like anybody else cared that it wasn’t fair. This event had been going on for centuries!
“Sold to #389! You may claim your prize!”
“Estella…” Y/N said, sadness completely taking over. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. She broke down and started crying.
The only girls she had ever truly loved were now gone. She was alone. All alone.
“Oh for heaven's sake!” Elizabeth’s voice interrupted Y/N’s thoughts as the woman stormed over. “You’ll ruin your makeup with those tears! Quit the tears you brat!” She said, rubbing a handkerchief over Y/N’s face. Todd glanced over at the stage.
“You’re up next, Y/N. Now don’t disappoint us.” Todd warned.
“That’s right darling. Bring us good money with that beauty!” Elizabeth added, quickly changing her tone. Y/N could feel a pit of disgust pooling in her belly.
“I hate you both. I hope you rot in hell where you belong..” She whispered, glaring at the two before walking nervously onto the stage.
She could feel the hungry stares and greedy eyes take her in as she stood before the crowd. Ronnie was one of them staring at her like this.
Fuck..
“$900!” A male voice called.
“$900! Do we have any higher bids?”
“$1500!” Another voice called. This one sounded familiar. Eerily familiar.
Radke…
Y/N could feel herself become consumed with fear. She couldn’t end up with him, he’d be horrible, she could feel it!
“$1500! Any higher bids?”
Christopher’s eyes shot open as he realized who was on that stage. It was that girl…The girl in the plum dress. He knew he had to act fast. He couldn’t let Ronnie have her.
“$2,000!” Christopher shouted, earning a glare from Ronnie.
Y/N’s eyes widened as she recognized the voice. It was the man that had saved her! What the fuck was going on?
“$2,000! My, what a price!” The spokesman remarked, “Any higher bids?”
“$5,000!” Ronnie yelled.
“Holy- $5,000! Any-“
“$10,000!” Chris yelled back, interrupting the spokesman.
“$25,000!” Ronnie yelled, before leaning back, crossing his arms and smirking. It was in the bag for him. Nobody could beat that price and he knew it.
“Oh god..” Y/N whispered, her fate becoming oh so clear. It was terrifying.
Chris was about to lose the girl to that asshole..
He had to come up with a good price. Something he knew Ronnie couldn’t beat. He had to act quickly, this girl’s life could be on the line..
“$25,000! Going once, going twice-“
“$50,000!” Chris shouted, standing up. The whole room went silent. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat.
“Sold to #570! You may claim your prize in room B!”
Ronnie’s jaw dropped. Did he seriously just lose? He lost to Christopher, a man he had despised. He couldn’t believe it. Chris smiled with satisfaction.
“My what an exciting event!” The spokesman exclaimed cheerfully. “Thank you all for attending! See you next year!”
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Y/N’s POV
“$25,000!” I heard Radke’s voice yell.
Fuck.
I was screwed. There was no way I wasn’t ending up in the hands of that creep.
“$25,000! Going once, going twice-“ I could’ve sworn my heart stopped as the spokesman sealed my fate.
“$50,000!” That familiar voice shouted. It was that man..
“Sold to #570! You may claim your prize in room B!”
I stood frozen on the stage in complete shock. The man that had saved me from Radke had just won me over Radke…
I wasn’t sure what to think.
Should I be scared? Should I be angry? Should I be…relieved?
I mean…he did seem nice when we first met. Most probably wouldn’t have stepped in but he did.
But…was it because he didn’t like Radke?
Or was it because he cared about the safety of others?
Who knows…he could’ve just been buttering me up so I’d fall right into his trap of being his prey. He’d say all these pretty words and charm me, only to buy me and use me for food. I shuddered at the thought.
“Move it along.” One of the ushers said, grabbing my arm and dragging me to room B. I was too caught up in my thoughts to care that I was being manhandled. I was pushed into the room and heard the door close behind me.
There weren’t many people left in there, other vampires had picked up their humans. They all had this look of hopelessness, as if they had already accepted their fates. It was such a sad sight, rather depressing honestly.
The door opened again and I turned my head to see the man who had bought me. He glanced around before his eyes landed on me. He smiled softly as he approached me before standing before me. God he was tall. I felt small compared to him.
“Hello again, little dove.” He greeted, his voice was gentle. It was rather calming in a way, easing my nerves slightly. I was still pretty scared however. I bit my lip as I looked in the other direction.
He seemed to have sensed my discomfort so he reached his gloved hand out, gently guiding my face so I was looking at him. “I do not intend on hurting you in any sort of way, I promise. That’s the last thing I want.” He said, speaking softly.
“Then what do you want from me? Some sort of plaything? A slave?” I questioned, moving my head away and hugging my arms.
“I’ll explain things in private. Now is not the time, not in this place.” He extended his hand out to me. “Please, believe me when I tell you I have no intent on harming you.”
I was hesitant to take his hand. He could be lying to me to make me think I was safe. I looked back up at him, still feeling uncertain.
“Do you trust me, little dove?” He asked softly, his hand still extended as he patiently waited for my answer.
Did I trust him? Not really. Though it wasn’t like I had much of a choice anymore. Then again, he did save my life, twice thinking about it. Maybe he did have my best interest at heart.
I cautiously placed my hand into his, a strange sense of comfort washing over me at the feeling of his leather glove. His hand was much bigger than my own. He gave me a gentle smile as he intertwined our fingers. He led me out of the room and we started walking down the halls. There was an uncomfortable silence as we walked.
“I-I… never got your name earlier..” I muttered, breaking the silence.
“It’s Christopher, but Chris is fine.” He said, glancing at me.
Chris…
It had a nice ring to it..
“Y/N..” I said quietly, not looking at him.
“Y/N? How fitting.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady.” He said, smiling at me. I could feel myself blushing.
“Oh um, thanks..” I stuttered, looking away, feeling a bit shy now.
We walked outside to a black BMW which I assumed to be his car. He opened the passenger door for me and I stepped in, sitting down in the car. He opened the driver door and sat down and started the car. He started driving, and an awkward silence fell between us yet again.
“Listen, I truly have no intention of hurting you or drinking your blood. I don’t care for that. You don’t deserve that.” He spoke, breaking the silence.
He…didn’t want my blood? What?
“You…don’t want my blood?” I asked, a bit shocked.
“I don’t really need it. I usually just drink from something that’s sick or dying.”
“But don’t you get sick like that?” I asked, tilting my head.
He shook his head, “No, vampires are immune to diseases like that. We can only get sick from each other, which is still rather uncommon.”
Now I was even more confused. If he didn’t want my blood, then what did he want from me?
“Then…what do you want with me?” I asked slowly, watching as he pulled into the driveway of a rather large estate. He was silent, not speaking for a moment. He seemed to be in deep thought. After a few moments of silence before he looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.
“I know this may sound strange, but I went to the auction because…I was in search of a companion..”
#motionless in white#miw#miw band#motionless in white x reader#x reader#miw fanfic#fanfiction#fluff#angst#language#chrismotionless#chris motionless fanfic#chris motionless fanfiction#chris cerulli x reader#chris motionless x reader#christopher cerulli#chris cerulli#chris motionless#ronnie radke#vampire au#Shades of purple fanfiction
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Yearning.
Vampire Knives / reader
The sheets cover you, the shield of moonlight no longer available. He wouldn’t admit it immediately, but keeping the balcony windows open was a poor excuse to have you nuzzle against him, seeking your.. lovers? Warmth.
He releases a breath staring down at you. Your hair draped across fine pillows, your nightclothes framing you perfectly. Your soft, sweet face, gentle hands curled up to your chest.
So weak. So fragile.
So..
human.
Two different worlds, two different people.
And yet he still yearns for you, moving to press your back in a motion to bring you closer to him. His hand is firm and heavy, moving to swipe any hair from your face with the movement.
And then you both rest for just a moment longer.
#vampire#Vampire au#Vampire au knives#chris writes#knives millions#millions knives#knives x You#knives x reader#fanfic#drabble
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𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 .
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The night grows shorter and you’re still two hours away from the first stop. The first hour is a slow incline, but then it begins to rise until you’re nearly lunging one foot in front of the other to cover more ground as your thighs work to push your weight uphill. Being one of two humans, you already feel like a burden, and you don’t want your stamina to get in the way too. You were active, but never a gym rat, and though you can keep up in short spurts with the others, this trek gives you no sympathy for your mortal feelings.
Jisung is a lot fitter than you, well, the body he’s chosen for this lifetime is; but you can still hear his breathing every once in a while, as he huffs with the pull of his body.
It’s not until your breathing becomes audible, however, that Chan’s focus is distracted from the forest that surrounds you. His hand comes around the small of your back as you two slow down while the others keep up a few paces ahead.
Chan doesn’t want the group separated too far, so he squats down to the ground, “Hop on.” he says, looking over his shoulder.
You’re apprehensive, “I can go a little longer.”
“It wasn’t a question, little witch.” He says, waiting expectantly, “Hop on.”
There was no time to make a scene, so despite wanting to puff your chest out at the tone he was taking up with you, you understand his reasoning and seriousness in this moment. You place your legs on both sides of his body, your arm coming around the front of his neck as he hoists you up onto his back as if you were as weightless as a down feather. You have to shift yourself, your budding tummy is pressing a little uncomfortably against his back, but he gives you another helpful bounce that rights you again perfectly, and you lay your chin on his shoulder as you watch the others walking ahead.
“Hyunjin, trade me.” Chan says, crossing paths with Hyunjin so he can cover the back. Hyunjin slowly drifts to the back, and you watch as he looks up to the skies.
Felix notices his brother’s slight discomfort, because he shares the same sentiment; so, he speaks up, “Dawn will be here soon, Santiago, do you have alternative plans for if we don’t make it by sunrise?”
The tall archdemon leads you up to an area that’s more leveled out now, but you were so deeply entangled in the thicket of trees, and the skies are still so dark, that you can’t make out how far you’ve gone above sea level at this point. He breathes a small chuckle, and the sound rings familiarity in your bones, making your nestle your nose and face into the crook of Chan’s neck to escape the memories that tumbled through your mind. It was the kind of chuckle he gave you when he was entertained by your curiosity and sure of his own reassurance. You knew you would make it to the first destination before sunrise.
Santiago supplies a confident reply, his smile can be heard in his words, “We will make it by Dawn.”
You interject, hoping to lighten the mood; And maybe remind Felix you still exist, since he’s completely ignoring you and has been the whole night. “When’s the last time you’ve been to Abysmora, Santiago?”
“Oh, this way? I think it was…40 or so years ago,” he says, “I usually go through Hell, it is much quicker, and safer.”
“Then why didn’t we just go through Hell?”
“Did you hear what you just said?” Jisung retorts, looking back at you in disbelief.
A howl pierces through the air. It's no regular howl, however, it has a supersonic high pitched tone to it that rattles against your eardrums, making you wince. Santiago stops, his arms spread out to stop everyone from moving any further and Jisung steps up beside him, looking around. “That was the wolf.”
“It’s dead.” Santiago mutters under his breath. He always expected the worst, but something powerful enough to destroy their spectral familiar so early on still came as a shock to him. “About a mile east.”
Chan lowers you to the ground, his sense peeled to every surrounding stimulus within his capable radius. Sounds he had trained himself to ignore, like tree branches brushing against each other, the chirping of grasshoppers and the scurries of wildlife, he allows it all to flood him.
“It’s a demon.” Hyunjin says assuredly, starting in the direction of the threat.
“Wait a second Hyunjin.” Chan grips his brother’s arm, taking a few steps forward as a foul smell fills his nose. “It’s not a regular demon, it smells like rotting flesh.”
“That’s a demon with no vessel.” Jisung's words tremble, revealing the weight of the dark truth. It was mere hours ago when he explained it to you in the cozy confines of the coffeeshop, and now, here you stand on the brink of a fateful encounter, potentially your first. Stray demons lurk amidst the towering mountains, lurking until an unsuspecting wanderer ventures too far, only to descend upon the town as a vessel, possessed by a malevolent soul that clawed its way inside.
Suddenly, a screech rends the air, akin to the haunting cry of a pterodactyl. A whirlwind of inky black smoke engulfs you, obscuring your surroundings. Desperately, you shield your face with your arms, the acrid odor invading your nostrils, and the sensation of unseen claws scraping across your vulnerable flesh. Fearful of what lurks within, you hesitate to open your eyes, dreading the possibility of them being gouged out by the unseen terror that envelopes you.
An involuntary, primal scream erupts from the depths of your being, resonating far louder than you could have ever anticipated. The violent onslaught of the wind tunnel relinquishes its hold on you, sending your body careening in every direction. Stumbling and disoriented, you collapse to the ground, coughing and spitting, desperate to expel the foul stench that had held you captive moments ago.
“Little witch, are you okay? Is the baby alright?”
Chan's voice trembles with concern, cutting through the chaos. Through the haze, you gradually regain your senses, acknowledging his presence. You wave a hand weakly, assuring him of your well-being, even though your voice remains trapped in your throat. He kneels beside you, offering a small vial filled with a clear, viscous liquid. With his heightened senses, he can still perceive the faint rhythm of a second heartbeat within you, providing him with some solace, however fleeting.
“Jisung made this, drink up, hurry. We’ve gotta get out of these woods.” Chan urges, removing the cork from the vial. Gently, he pries your mouth open, pouring the concoction inside. The texture alone triggers your gag reflex, but there is no discernible taste or scent. It is then that you realize the overwhelming odor that once plagued you has vanished entirely. With Chan's support, you rise to your feet, while Jisung approaches, having regrouped with Santiago, an ally in this harrowing supernatural battle. Jisung pulls out your arms, turning them over and checking them over, looking for something deeper than the surface level scratches that were taking longer than usual to heal over.
While he’s busy checking you out, your eyes flit up when you hear Felix’s voice, low and quiet as he asks his brother, “Is she okay?”
Chan answers and they begin a hushed discussion.
You feel a little relief at his expression of concern for you, even if it wasn’t towards you, and Jisung catches it too as he pulls out a bandage soaked with a colorless and odorless solution. He wraps it around your right arm, from your elbow down to your wrist. He looks up at you with a small half grin before he finishes.
‘I told you’ the ancient witch mouths silently.
Your wounds sting a little bit in the deeper cuts, but you can also feel a coolness spreading from your wrapped arm and throughout your body that begins to numb the pain.
“We must not linger here any longer.” Santiago says urgently, “It was looking for a vessel and her body rejected it. That demon was consumed by rage, it must’ve been wandering for a very long time.”
You’re lifted onto Chan’s back once more, and you can feel his arms tightly locking your legs close to his body. You can tell by this hold that he’s not planning on setting you down anymore until you arrive at the first stop. Another hour goes by as you scale higher into the range now, the difficulty increasing once again. The air feels thinner. You’re more tired than usual, and you begin to fall asleep on Chan’s back, the rhythm of his pace lulling you. It's quiet, nobody is talking, again, trying to keep as stealthy as possible. Creatures like Chan could hear for miles.
Felix is comforted by his ability to compartmentalize in these times, and depending on his vampire instinct brings him relief for once, because it's easy. It's easy to listen to your surroundings, it's easy to pick up on the scents of your enemies, it's easy to kill and react in the blink of an eye.
It’s not easy, however, to look you in the face and tell you he hasn’t developed feelings for you. He’s found it hard to lie to you, so instead, he clams up, so he doesn’t have to say anything at all.
A familiar pain brings him back to the present moment as he pulls back the sleeve of his hoodie, sucking air through his clenched teeth and reflexively ejected fangs as smoke begins to lift from his arm, which he quickly covers. He pulls the string of his hood to cover more of his face. “The sun is too close for us, we have to stop.”
Hyunjin feels the same heat building under the surface of his skin, causing him to flip his hood over his head and pull the scarf around his neck up and over his nose.
“We’re a mile out, can you make it a few minutes more?” Santiago asks, continuing forward, picking up the pace of his footsteps.
“Felix and Hyunjin, why don’t you two go ahead of us, yeah? Get inside and we’ll catch up.” Chan speaks up, taking control of the situation. His voice stirs you awake, and you let out a small yawn, looking around and realizing it wasn’t a dream, you truly were in the middle of the mountains in the dead silence of early morning. Hyunjin and Felix disappear into the distance in a blur, and you, Jisung, Chan and Santiago continue at a human pace.
“I don’t know if it's been a while since you’ve been around vampires mate, but they explode into flames the moment the sun hits too much of their bodies.” Chan explains, knowing damn well Santiago understands how vampire physiology works, and wondering why he was so keen on pushing them to a limit they didn’t have to reach.
“Please do not misunderstand, I do know it's crucial for them to find shelter, but I am thinking of the little witch, and losing two people, even for a few minutes, is a lot riskier than aged vampires tolerating a few minutes of dawn.” Santiago says, matter-of-factly.
“Pretty sure an archdemon, hybrid and a Han can hold it down for a few.” Chan disagrees, replying curtly, and Jisung shoots you a glance, curling his lips between his teeth to hide his smile as he looks over to the side. It was serious, but the two were clearly having a pissing contest about who’s in charge and calling the shots. You press your lips against the side of his neck and then give it a little nip with your teeth. It’s enough to make him softly laugh as he turns his head to the side, addressing you atop his back.
“What’re you up to back there?”
“I’m hungry.” You lie, happy to have resolved the brief tension, and you take another playful nibble at his neck. He hoists you up, making you giggle. “Are we close?”
“Just over there, in the clearing, you see?” Santiago points to the small house nestled amidst the dense forest of the Sundered Range. The house is an intriguing blend of natural elements and arcane craftsmanship. Its exterior walls are crafted from weathered timber, seamlessly blending with the surrounding trees. Vines crawl along the sides, intertwining with delicate flowers in vibrant hues, adding a touch of whimsy to the rustic facade.
As you approach, the sound of a gently trickling stream reaches your ears. The house is strategically positioned near a babbling brook, its crystal-clear waters winding through the trees. The melody of the water creates a soothing backdrop that resonates with a sense of tranquility, in diametric opposition to the danger hiding in the darkness.
A worn stone pathway leads to the entrance, flanked by meticulously manicured gardens filled with an array of mystical flora. Exotic plants with vibrant blooms reach towards the sky, their intoxicating scents permeating the air. It feels as if you've stumbled upon an enchanted oasis hidden within the rugged embrace of the mountains.
Santiago gently twists the knob and opens the door, stepping aside for the rest of you to enter first before he closes it behind everyone. The interior of the house is cozy and inviting, with a warm hearth crackling with vibrant flames. Soft, ambient lighting illuminates the space, casting a gentle glow that dances across the walls adorned with arcane symbols and ancient tapestries. The furniture is a harmonious blend of comfort and elegance, crafted from rich, dark wood with intricate carvings that hint at the owner's connection to the other world.
“Santiago, I’ll just be a moment, I’m tending to your other friends.”
A smoky female voice calls out from a back room.
Natural light filters through large windows, offering glimpses of the surrounding forest and the starlit sky above transforming into daylight. The air carries the scent of ancient tomes and exotic spices, creating an atmosphere of mystery and knowledge.
As you step inside, you feel an intangible energy, an echo of the powerful presence that lives within this humble abode. It is a haven, a sanctuary nestled in the heart of nature, where the boundary between the mundane and the mystical seems to blur.
You hear the quick pitter patter of footsteps as a woman hurries in the room with the rest of you. Standing tall and commanding, she exudes an undeniable elegance. Her skin, as deep and lustrous as obsidian, reflects the gentle caress of fading moonlight, accentuating her features.
Her eyes, vibrant and captivating, shine with a piercing golden hue. Adorning her head, a crown of twisted, thorny horns curves gracefully, adding a touch of fierce beauty. Her face is a study in captivating contrasts, with a blend of sharp angles and gentle curves, expressing both strength and grace. A playful smile graces her lips, hinting at a wisdom and understanding beyond mortal comprehension.
Long, flowing ebony hair cascades down her back, intertwined with delicate strands of shimmering silver and midnight blue, creating an ethereal harmony. Each step she takes seems to defy gravity, as if she glides effortlessly, leaving behind a subtle echo of her presence.
Her attire, draped in a billowing cloak of shadow, seamlessly blends darkness and elegance. The fabric bears intricate patterns that shift and swirl like wisps of smoke, an homage to her connection with the arcane and supernatural. Every movement sends ripples through the garment, as if the very essence of darkness itself were in motion. “Are the others okay?” You ask curiously, pointing to the room she had come out from. Lysandra looks over her shoulder and then back to you.
“Goodness yes, I had the right ingredients to help, but they’ll need a lot of rest, and they were barely sun touched,” she tuts as she looks to Santiago, “You may need to stay here one more day.”
He’s about to immediately disagree, but she holds up a finger and he goes silent as she speaks to you once again. “You’re welcome to go check on your friends, they’re right through that door.” Lysandra points to the thick, wooden door that was partially ajar, and you nod, leaving the others to discuss the new plans as you slip through the door into the room.
As you enter, you notice the flooring is made of weathered stone tiles, cool beneath your feet, worn smooth by the passage of time. The absence of windows adds to the room's secluded ambiance.
A sturdy four-poster bed occupies the center of the room, its frame crafted from intricately carved dark oak, displaying motifs of intertwining vines and delicate feathers. The canopy overhead is draped with sheer fabrics in deep shades of violet and indigo, cascading down like a waterfall of twilight. The bedding is opulent, adorned with plush velvet cushions and thick, embroidered quilts that invite you to sink into their embrace. Felix is lying in the middle of the bed, on his stomach, poring over more demonology literature, likely in the wake of the earlier attack.
On a weathered wooden desk against one wall, an assortment of antique glass bottles and vials stand in precise order. Each container holds a carefully concocted elixir or potion, their vibrant hues contrasting against the rustic backdrop.
The room exudes a sense of seclusion and protection, a sanctuary designed to shield its occupants from the outside world. You look around, but don’t spot Hyunjin anywhere in the room.
“I’m alone, little witch, come in.” Felix says, answering all of your inner thoughts without even lifting his attention from the book as he flips the page. You push the door closed and walk over, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down at him over your shoulder.
“What’re you studying now?”
“Still trying to figure out how to suppress our vampirism enough to do any kind of spellwork.”
“Any luck?”
Felix closes the book and pushes himself up into a sitting position. “Nothing useful yet.”
A mix of apprehension and longing fills the air as you exchange glances, acutely aware of the delicate nature of your connection. The flickering light from a nearby candle casts dancing shadows upon your faces, beautifully reflecting the complexity of your emotions.
“So…what happened earlier, I didn’t mean to come off like that, it was rude, and I’m sorry. You don’t deserve that.” Felix apologizes first, and you can feel the tension leaving your shoulders and neck now that you’ve heard it from him. He’s visibly nervous, looking away from you as he tries to figure out his words. He runs fingers through his white hair before he speaks again, “I don’t regret anything, well, except for when I nicked you, I’m sorry about that too–”
“Stop apologizing.” You warn.
“Right, well,” You’re comforted by his smile as he chuckles at your gentle redirection, “I've been grappling with my emotions,” he confesses, his husky voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and vulnerability. “What happened between us back there...it was really–honestly amazing. Seeing you so wild like that, I loved it. My brother once described you as his moonlight, and I see that now. He trusts you in ways that blow my mind, especially as of late. You’re helping him grow, which is something I thought after two thousand years, we couldn’t do much more of.” He sighs, “I’d be lying, though, if I didn’t say I feel something more for you sometimes myself. How can I not? You’ve helped me grow in unimaginable ways too.”
You nod, your expression a blend of understanding and regret. "I feel it too sometimes," you admit, your voice carrying the weight of longing and internal struggle. You think back to the moments between you two that had come close to something unethical pushing through the surface; the time he caught you when you almost slipped in the shower upon first meeting; the way your heart caught in your throat when you locked eyes at the supermarket, trying to get him to taste human food.
“I think I’ve felt it for a while now. When you killed me that night at Edith’s tomb, you were so gentle, like an angel of death guiding me into the afterlife. That’s a moment I’ve never shared with anyone before.”
Felix looks away again. You were making this more difficult than it was supposed to be. He remembers that moment all too clearly, how he wept as he listened to your pulse slow down to nothing. How he wished it didn’t have to be like that, that you didn’t have to sacrifice yourself.
But he remembers the screams Chan let out from the pits of his stomach at losing you, he remembers how many tears his brother shed over you. His brow furrows as he cements his next point, "But we can't turn a blind eye to the reality we're faced with. Chan is my brother, and you're carrying his child. I can’t cross him again like I did all those years ago."
Your gaze drifts downward, sadness etching lines upon your face. You also didn’t think it was supposed to be this difficult. But you didn’t know what you wanted anyhow. So what if Felix said let’s run away into the night together? You couldn’t do it, you loved Chan far too much to do that. You know that much, and Felix loves his brother too much to hurt him like that, even if it means swallowing his feelings and keeping them buried for the rest of his eternity.
"I know," you whisper, your voice laced with a bittersweet blend of complex emotion.
Felix reaches out, his touch gentle yet infused with a hint of resignation. "Little witch, I love you, you know that, right? That’s never going to change, it’s never faltered, and I don’t say that to any humans, I barely tell my brothers I love them." he says softly, his eyes reflecting the shared burden you both carry. "For the sake of our mission, for the sake of our family, we’ve just got to move forward."
Your fingers instinctively brush against your growing abdomen, a tender reminder of the life you carry within. "I understand," you reply, your voice trembling with determination. “I thought our friendship was destroyed from this. That’s what I was most afraid of, that you didn’t want me around anymore.”
"Hey, don’t talk like that, I can be a dick sometimes, but you’re stuck with me, at least until you die, for real this time. " He murmurs with a small smile, the corners of his lips turning up, reaching his eyes, his voice heavy with unspoken desires. It makes you feel like everything’s okay. Surely if you were moonlight, Felix was like sunshine. He pulls you into a hug, "For now, let’s focus on Abysmora. And perhaps, as time passes, we’ll uncover a path that leads to some real healing, for all of us."
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“Are you lost?”
Lysandra’s scent gives her away before her voice does, as Hyunjin stands against a bookshelf, his finger sliding along the dusty shelf as he reads every lettered spine. He glances at her over his shoulder, painstakingly slow. He’s not afraid, he doesn’t particularly care that he’s been caught snooping. She’s standing in the doorway of the room, her tucked away repository and working space, filled with all kinds of botanicals, even some Hyunjin hadn’t laid eyes on in years. This creature was a demon, but she was also an extremely skilled conjurer, that…or she lived with one.
“A little,” he answers as he turns to face her, “I was looking for the bathroom.”
Lysandra crosses her arms over her chest, unimpressed by the vampire’s weak excuse. “Do you think I’m stupid?”
Vampires don’t use the bathroom.
“I’ve already figured out you’re very much the opposite.”
Lysandra’s arms slowly drop to her sides as she recognizes his appreciation for her intelligence. She walks across the room, pulling a pot towards her with a large, black ball sitting upon soil. She taps the top of it, and it unfolds in thick, slimy petals and emits a foul odor as she takes a pair of tongs and reaches into a nearby glass tank, where a small, wild snake is writhing angrily after being disturbed. Hyunjin watches as she drops the snake into the middle of the plant, and it begins sizzling, the flesh melting off into the plant as the petals fold back up again into an inconspicuous ball once more, the smell enveloped inside of it.
Hyunjin eyes her, his lids narrow with suspicion. “Are you a demon hybrid?”
“Why does that matter to you?” She asks, a hand on her hip. “You were worse off than your brother when you got here, you need to be in your day-death, not poking around in my lab, touching things you don’t understand and questioning my bloodline. Do you have no respect?”
Lysandra doesn’t wait for a reply from the vampire, and with a swipe of her hand, as if batting away a mosquito, she sends his body flying through the door and crashing into the stone wall and curls her fingers to close and lock the door so he cannot come back.
Hyunjin groans as he rises back up from the ground, dusting himself off a little as he glares at the locked door. He hates when conjure is used against him, he often fights with Jisung when he decides to play pranks on him. He’s riled up, ready to go and grab her by the throat and show her who’s the more powerful being, when another door down the hall opens, and you appear, catching him off guard. He straightens himself again, his smirk returning.
“Back for seconds?” he teases, dodging your swing as he passes you into the bedroom and closes the door, joining his brother underneath the canopy. He lies on his back and lets out a sigh, having caused enough trouble for the day.
“Why was the pretty witch in here?” he asks, this time, with genuine curiosity.
“We had to talk, you know humans need that kinda thing, to deal with their feelings.” Felix makes light of the conversation you two held earlier, hoping his dismissive tone would steer Hyunjin away from prying any deeper. It must’ve worked, because the scarlet haired vampire is lost in his own thoughts again, Felix can tell by how distant his gaze becomes. He knows his brother too well.
“I think it’s so strange…how Santiago and pretty witch just fell into each other’s worlds again when she thought he was gone…it got me to thinking about things,”
Felix closes his book and leans over, setting it on the bedside table as he settles into the bed on his back, lying next to his brother and gazing up into the reflection of the hearth on the canopy netting above.
“Go on,”
“We don’t really know what happened to our father, do we?” Hyunjin asks, his head falling to the side to study his brother’s face as he waits for an answer.
“I mean,” Felix tries to think up a clever way to get Hyunjin to just forget about useless thoughts like that. Thoughts that were no benefit to them, purposeless thinking, it was something Felix had grown vehemently against in his later years as a pureblood vampire; but he would be remiss to act as though the thought of his father’s existence didn’t cross him every now and again. He can tell by the things his brother brings up, that Hyunjin had spent a significant amount of time in purgatory inside of his own head, perhaps to escape the Hell that surrounded him.
“He was a human, though, Hyunjin, other than mother being a witch, who’s to say he even knew about the other supes out there?” Felix tries to be rational.
“You don’t have to know about them to get dragged into their world, kicking and screaming against your will…” Hyunjin says, his voice softening at the end. He turns onto his stomach and wraps his long arms around the thick pillow, his chin resting on the soft fluffy top as his baby blue eyes trail along the intricate designs on the headboard. He can feel his death coming on, he’s growing drowsy.
“That’s a fair point.” Felix doesn’t have the energy to put up much of a fight anymore. “I guess we won’t ever really know until he finds us one day.”
Hyunjin’s brow wrinkles, his lids closing. “I hope he doesn’t, for his sake.”
It’s the last thing he says before his body goes limp. He’s frozen, his body becoming denser in his death and his temperature becoming colder, a cold only another vampire can bear next to him, like his brother. Felix is rather romantic about death and prefers to be in a proper lying position with his hands at his sides, as if being perfectly displayed in a casket during a funeral ceremony. Before he knows it, his body goes still, and both brothers lie dead next to one another, their souls at rest until moonrise.
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