the blood that binds.

Cathedral of Ink.

a place of ink, devotion, and shadow

about the writer: r, 24. devoted to dark romance, old literature, and stories that taste like blood and poetry. collector of hearts, keeper of secrets, and writer of sins disguised as love letters.

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Devotions Boundaries The Archive

♱ pairing: priest!suguru geto x demon!reader

♱ summary: when holy water sizzles at your presence, suguru is told to cast you out. Instead, he hesitates—and doubt may damn him more surely than you ever could.

♱ warning: forbidden love, sacrilegious themes, demonic themes, eventual mature themes (18+ only, MDNI), afab reader

♱ authors note: i put the songs crucified by army of lovers and which witch by florence and the machine on repeat writing this, hence the title. i am excited about this series- this is my favorite concept of suguru.

writing © carmineoath. || wc: 368. || fanart by to_0fu on x.

please do not feed my original works into ai. mdni.

Priest!Suguru was austere in his faith. Ordained young—twenty-four—already set apart. A righteous man of the cloth, one who had never indulged in the small temptations his fellow men seemed to collect so easily. He had never understood the appeal. Not of excess. Not of indulgence. Not even of desire. Especially not the sort his college companion, Satoru Gojo, treated like sport. No—Suguru had always been disciplined. Devout. Certain.

Priest!Suguru, who had been granted a position to minister at a Catholic church alongside another man of God—Father Nanami Kento. A confrere, Nanami called him. Never a friend. Their relationship existed solely within duty, within doctrine, within the quiet understanding that faith was not meant to be softened.

Priest!Suguru, who knew the moment you crossed the threshold of the church— —you were not human. He had been warned. Repeatedly. Told to be wary of you by his fellow Brother in Christ. Told to ensure you did not return. To bar you from the pews. To cleanse the house of God of whatever you were.

Priest!Suguru, who tried—earnestly—to ignore the signs. Who prayed that perhaps you were merely lost. A wandering soul in need of guidance. Of mercy. Of light. But when your eyes met his during communion— he knew.

Nothing could save a demon.

“Suguru,” Nanami said sharply, fingers yanking free of his collar once the two men had retreated to the clergy office. “I told you to get rid of her. That woman is unholy.”

“I can’t,” Suguru replied, voice strained. “It isn’t… it isn’t right. She is lost. Nothing more.”

Nanami scoffed, opening a cabinet to retrieve supplies for the coming service. “Lost? Holy water does not sizzle and steam when a person draws near unless they are something else entirely. Fix it, Suguru. Or I will.” The door slammed moments later.

Something fell.

Priest!Suguru, left alone—fists clenched, breath unsteady. Confused. Torn. And, for the first time, uncertain of his own faith.

Amethyst eyes drifted to the sound.

A Bible lay open on the floor. A page dog-eared, as though marked deliberately.

Isaiah 5:20. Meant for him to see.

"Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness."

࿇ pairing: satoru gojo x reader (afab)

࿇ summary: in the court of Versailles, a runaway vampire meets his match beneath cathedral light.

࿇ warnings: vampirism, power dynamics, religious symbolism, blood + feeding implications, obsession themes, eventual smut

࿇ authors note: there is historical inaccuracy but i did the best research i could. i have always been huge on versailles, so i really love this idea and excited to make this a full series as well! also if anyone knows the original artist, please let me know in the comments.

please do not feed my original works into ai. mdni.

writing © carmineoath. || wc: 478. || dividers © chrissiren || fanart author unknown, from x.

Vampire!Satoru, a foreign envoy in the court of Versailles. A curiosity to the king—one who took great fascination in Japanese culture, and even greater fascination in a blue-eyed, white-haired man like Satoru.

Vampire!Satoru, who truthfully was running. And what better place to hide than the French court? One night, he had grown too blood-frenzied—careless. People in his home in Japan had begun to whisper, to watch too closely. A brief departure beyond the country’s borders, he’d thought, would calm suspicion.

He never expected to return to those same borders closed to everyone. Even him.

Vampire!Satoru, who knew it wouldn’t take much to squirm his way into court. He was a charmer by trade, after all.

Vampire!Satoru, who won the hearts of foreign courtiers in an instant, earning a place among the king’s closest men. Parties, dinners, card games, hunts. Women were abundant—the king made sure of it—but Satoru took no interest in any of them.

Vampire!Satoru, who knew that the Queen knew of his secret.

She was quiet. Soft. Holy. The way she watched him was never unsettling, never judgmental—as though she understood he was not cruel, only tired. She prayed for him. For the peace he sought most desperately.

And perhaps… she tested God’s will on his behalf.

Vampire!Satoru, summoned one afternoon to the Queen’s private cathedral—where you knelt at the base of the sanctuary’s grand statue. A veil draped over your head, hands clasped in prayer, a rosary hanging delicately between your fingers.

A work of art, to his eyes.

And he had seen many, over the centuries.

But you were… ethereal.

“Monsieur Gojo, thank you for attending my summons,” the Queen said as she rose—though not before making the Sign of the Cross.

Satoru was quick to take her hand, bowing to press a chaste kiss against her knuckles, even as his gaze refused to leave you.

“The pleasure is all mine, Votre Majesté,” he murmured, blue eyes flicking away only long enough to honor her properly.

“I require your assistance, Monsieur,” she continued calmly. “My lady-in-waiting must attend errands in the village. I would have you accompany her—for her safety.”

Vampire!Satoru, who found himself hours later trailing at your side through narrow streets and open markets. He stared openly now, lips parted in quiet awe as you examined gloves from a merchant’s stall—completely unaware that the Queen required nothing at all.

Only your meeting.

“You’re ethereal,” Satoru whispered suddenly.

You froze.

“My apologies, madame,” he added quickly, almost amused with himself. “You must think me mad. But I have not been able to part my gaze from you. Surely you are more than mortal—perhaps an earthbound angel.”

He did not expect you to smile.

“You don’t hide your fangs very well, Monsieur,” you said lightly. “I see them every time you speak. And most times when you smile.”

Your lips parted then—

revealing fangs of your own.

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Ink is sacred. Requests are accepted only within these confines.

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Who I Write For

- toji fushiguro

- nanami kento

- suguru geto

- gojo satoru

- choso kamo

- kashimo hajime

- more to come.

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AUs I enjoy writing:

Vampire AU

Modern AU

Dark romance themes

Greek God AU

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Who I Will Not Write For:

✖ real people / celebrities

✖ explicitly problematic content

✖ certain kinks or themes (see rules)

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Request Rules:

• Be specific with characters + AU

• Requests may be declined without explanation

• Be patient — ink takes time to dry

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A collection of vows, devotions, and ink-stained confessions.

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Toji Fushiguro × Reader

vampire!toji au  ||  1

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This space is a quiet cathedral of ink and devotion. Enter only if your presence is kind.

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Who May Not Enter

Minors, racists, homophobes, transphobes, sexists, and those who age up underage characters — this sanctum is not for you. Please pass on quietly.

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Sacred Boundaries

My works are written by human hands and guarded as such. Do not plagiarise, translate, repost, or offer them to artificial intelligence under any circumstances.

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Themes I Shall Not Write

Incest, stepcest, pseudocest, underage reader or character dynamics, daddy kink, ddlg, age play, or scat play.

What is forbidden shall remain unwritten.

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⸸ pairing: Vampire!Toji Fushiguro x Mortal!Reader

⸸ warnings: vampirism, grief, loss of a spouse, blood imagery, emotional vulnerability, dark romance, morally grey character, power imbalance, afab reader, eventual smut (mdni)

⸸summary: fifty years after losing his wife, the reclusive vampire toji fushiguro lets a wandering stranger into his estate—and into the hollow space he thought would remain empty forever.

⸸ authors note : I finally decided to get into writing again, yay! I plan to make this an au series, maybe a full fic one weekend. Any feedback is greatly appreciated!

writing © carmineoath. || wc: 441. || dividers © enchanthings

please do not feed my original works into ai. mdni.

Vampire!Toji who swore that once he lost his wife to the wicked curse of mortality and all the illnesses that came along with it, he would never try again for love.

Vampire!Toji who spent years in his castle; his only companions were his books, his sword, and the wine he tricked himself into believing was blood just to control his hunger.

Vampire!Toji who knew he was cursed once more, plagued even when he first saw you. A soft little creature that had wandered too close in curiosity to his estate. You hadn’t meant to, but the grand opulence was too much for your curious mind to ignore. (And most certainly, the rumors in the village did not help your wandering thoughts, a monster in the shadows of the elegant grandeur.)

Vampire!Toji who couldn’t help himself. Your blood was sickly sweet, like a forbidden treat he tried so hard to ignore. He knew he should escape to his library or maybe even the catacombs beneath, but- he instead opened the door and allowed you inside.

Vampire!Toji who eyed your neck as he walked just slightly behind you to allow you to wander his abode, the soft and supple flesh calling out his name. Tempting him.

Vampire!Toji whose thoughts were broken instantly when you spoke. “Everyone calls you a monster, you must be rather lonely.” You say softly, eyes twinkling as you look at his towering figure. Nobody cared for his thoughts or feelings for quite some time- not since his late wife’s passing.

Vampire!Toji who for this first time in what felt like centuries- was speechless. Red eyes blinking slowly, tongue gliding along his fangs in thought, hands clasped behind his back, and his ascot suddenly feeling too tight.

“I do not frighten you, little dove?” He asks, softer than he had in ages. Toji Fushiguro was not a man of kindness, gentleness, nor welcoming after the death of his only love 50 years prior. He was a vampire, a man of blood and loyalty to the darkness because it asked nothing of him. Built in the shadows, hollow and broken and quiet, and indifferent to the ways of mortals. Until now.

“Should I be frightened?” The question was a whisper in return from you, allowing him to give you a reason to take away the kindness and soft interest you have already began to feel towards the man out of pure curiosity. You were much to naïve, maybe even a bit dumb for so blindly trusting a man you had just met.

But that was quite alright- Vampire!Toji would protect you. And monsters were very good at keeping what is theirs.