Just floating through fandoms

So when the mysterious man had moved into the towering mansion at the very end of the village without a word, it had caused a rather large fuss within the community. Rumors started sprouting every hour of the man, each one getting more and more ridiculous than the last one. 

“I heard he’s so ugly, he can’t show his face to anyone!”

“I heard he did some terrible crime and he fled to this town to hide.”

“I heard he’s a vampire and he’s here to look for his next victim.”

It only got more and more outlandish from there, with people reporting that they saw ‘suspicious’ activity from his manor and that he was surely up to no good. Apparently, doing your grocery shopping late at night and having a rather poor nicotine addiction was enough to be regarded as suspicious in this village. 

You’ve learned to not mind the stories the villagers tended to make up. It was all in fun and jest, you convinced yourself. Technically speaking, it wasn’t harming anyone and the man surely didn’t seem to mind, not that you heard of at least. You were curious about this mysterious man, however. Every now and then you would hear brief descriptions of his appearance, he has unkempt blonde hair, you know! and whispers of his actions, he buys such fancy ingredients, he must be one of those fancy gentlemen from the city.

You desperately wanted to achieve your own interaction with him, just so you could categorize him personally in your head. Was he kind? Gentlemanly? Mean? Stuck-up? You just wanted to know. 

Despite your wants, life moved on. Early summer was creeping into the town, with hot winds and long nights settling into the crooks of the cobblestone roads. It was a late night when you had decided to step out of the small cottage you called home and out into the streets. Street lamps lit the weathered roads orange as your shadow danced across the stones. It was late, but you simply couldn’t sleep. It was one of those nights where the sheets were sticking to your legs, the heat clinging to your skin, and your thoughts were drifting to every random question that shooed sleep away. Hopefully, a late night walk would be just the cure to tire you out enough to finally get some sleep. 

The night wasn’t too scary of an endeavor in this town – most people knew not to mess with others during this late at night lest they wanted the whole town to hear about it the very next day. You hummed as you walked, the breeze in the air bringing some slight relief from the pounding heat. You walked and walked and walked until your feet led you to the edge of the forest, the dark towering trees looming nearby and adding an edge to the moonlit night that made you swallow in trepidation. The mysterious man’s manor sat right at the cusp of the forest, the trees serving nearly as a gated fence to the property.

Tentatively, you walk closer to the forest, attempting to peer in the dark woods. Beyond the sound of the night creatures, you hear something else. A distinct shuffling, a quickened pace, and you step closer to the forest to see what it is despite the warning bells ringing in your head. You inch forward, the canopy of leaves from the trees blocking out the moonlight, your only source of light. You swear you can hear the sound getting closer to you when - “Ouch!” 

The lack of light made seeing the path difficult and it led you to land on the ground. Your knee had skidded against some sharp rocks right as you fell and the stinging of the rocks against your skin burned brightly. Thankfully, you weren’t bleeding but it would surely leave a bruise against your skin. 

“Are you okay, ma belle?” 

A gloved hand reached out to take yours, pulling you up from the ground. The figure led you out of the woods and back into the moonlit night, the mansion once more hovering just beyond the hill of forest. The man was blonde and was looking at you with concern in his eyes as he knelt to his knees to brush any dirt that stuck to your skin. 

You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you realized that this man that you didn’t even know was standing there doting on you while you stood there processing everything that occurred in the past five minutes. Backing away you stammed, “I’m okay! I’m alright, thank you, I’m sorry for worrying you.” 

He chuckled, “Nonsense, I was just hoping the forest didn’t scare you off. Ah, where are my manners? I am Sanji, the town’s new neighbor. And you are…?” He trailed off, his eyes light with curiosity. 

Quickly, you told him your name and he smiled at you brightly. He was so pretty, something you could deduce even in the darkness of the night. The layers of his blonde hair brushed the nape of his neck and were a contrast to the dark curl of his eyebrows. He dressed dapper - like a city gentleman, his whole ensemble topped off with the chain of a pocket watch hung on the loops of his pants. The smell of cigarette smoke and cloves hung off him and you had the strange desire to bury yourself nose deep in the scent. 

“Since it is so late, shall I walk you back to your home? A lady shouldn’t walk alone at night, you know.” He offered out his arm to you and tentatively you looped your arm around his as he escorted you down the cobbled path. 

Clearing your throat you look over to him, “So, what made you want to move over to this town, Sanji? You seem more like you’re meant for the city than anything.” 

There’s a slight pause as if Sanji is searching for the words to come to him, for a story to land on the tip of his tongue. “I’m… I heard that this manor has some strange history. So, I have come to explore more of that.” He stops once more in speech as if combing over his words and then nods, seemingly satisfied with his response. “What about you? What does a beautiful lady like yourself do here?” 

You duck your head at his pretty words, miffed at the fact that you could be so easily wooed by him. “I’m the librarian here, I have been for a couple of years now. If you want to explore the history here, I could always help you.” You debate saying the next few words, wondering if perhaps they would be too bold for someone you had only just met. Ah, well, he was already flirting wasn’t he? It wouldn’t be all so horrible if you tried the same. “Or I could fend off any dangers from your handsome person.” 

At that he stops walking, leading you to pause as well. The start of a grin begins forming across his face. “Oh? You think I’m handsome, then?”

Perhaps you couldn’t do this flirting thing. “Well- I mean- I suppose-” you take a deep breath. “Yes, maybe I do.” 

With that, the two of you start walking once more and you swear you can feel him tug you just the slightest bit closer to his body. The moon shone upon your backs as you led him toward the wooden door of your house, swaying slightly on your feet once you were stood upon the welcome mat. “We’re here! This is my place.” You gesture with a flourish of your hand. Tentatively, you unhook your other arm from where it rested on the crook of his elbow. “I’ll see you around, then?” 

Sanji gave you a quiet smile, ever so alluring in this time of night. He nodded. “I shall see you, ma belle.” 

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He did indeed see you rather soon. Only a few days had passed when you heard the clang of the library door opening and closing. It was dusk, the sun nearly completely set and the sky colored in pretty reds and pinks. It was nearing the end of your shift, only a few people still left in the quietness of the library, a few students hunched over their homework and an old lady nose deep into a book about architecture. Sanji sauntered over to the front desk where you were immersed into a book yourself, when he leaned his body over the desk and whispered to you in a conspiratorial manner, “I heard there’s a rather pretty lady who works here, have you heard of her?”

You jumped at his presence and immediately felt heat rush to your face at his flirtatious words. Slowly, you close the heavy book with a thump and look up at him, face resting on your hand. “Hm, I don’t recall but I did hear something about a rather handsome gentleman that moved into town recently.” 

You grin at the redness that takes over the tips of his ears before looking back down at your book. “Oh! Look at this book I’m reading, our conversation from before made me look more into the history of this place. Did you know that this place has a history of weird mythical creatures? I saw something about vampires?”

Something shifted within his expression as he tried to school his face into neutrality, “Is that so? How odd that they would add something like that in the books.” 

You nod eagerly, excited at all the possibilities this research could lead to. Pointing at the text upon the pages, you shake his shoulders in anticipation, “We have to look more into this, it looks so interesting.”

He nods, gazing woefully at the ancient book before dragging his eyes away and back onto you. The look in his eyes melt into something softer as he places a gentle hand on the small of your back. “How about we get some food first before we look more into this, hm? You’re probably tired from work.”

Dramatically, you sigh and lean your head upon his shoulder. He stiffens just slightly before softening into your touch. “Food sounds nice but –” 

Before you can finish your sentence he claps his hands together and ushers you to pack your stuff and out the door. “Great! I know just the place, I’ve helped train some of their cooks. Their food will be the absolute best.”

Just like that, it becomes a routine. You grow used to his constant presence in your life. He makes himself known. It’s in the way the bell of the library jangles in a particular melody when he enters through. The click-clack sound his fancy city boy shoes make against the linoleum floors. It’s in the way the crook of his elbow now seems perfectly molded for your arm to link with. The way he comes knocking upon your door when you haven’t seen each other in a day or two with freshly made food and a brilliant smile. 

Sanji has made sure to make his presence known in a manner where when he is not there, you feel hollow. Empty. But even then, that was a rare occurrence and he always made sure to make up for it every time. 

There were bouts where he just seemed so drained, so tired and then he’d be gone from your life for a day or two. No visits, no message, no nothing. Silence. He’d come back every time like a stray cat hounding for affection and looking much more rejuvenated. You never minded of course, you could stand some time to yourself and to steel yourself against his constant flirtations. 

A prime example would be when he had insisted on a surprise outing and had clasped his gloved palms against your eyes. His gloves were soft against your skin but it made you wonder whether he was hot beneath all the layers he donned. Any time the two of you met during the daytime instead of the typical nightly outings, he was always dressed in so many layers, almost like a protection against the sun. You wondered how his skin looked under all those clothes - the paleness but still so pretty. How it would feel to kiss – 

“We’re here!” 

His hands fell away from your eyes to reveal a quaint red-brick building. Robin’s Bookstore was painted at the very top in bright purple letters, the paint still seemingly fresh. 

You look at him, a smile growing infectiously across your face. “You took me to a bookstore?” 

He returned your smile, his happiness only growing at the sight of yours. “Of course, you loved telling me all about what you’ve found so far on these uh, vampires, I figured you’d like to find some more books that weren’t in your library. Of course, I’ll buy any book you desire, this outing is all for you, my darling.” 

Your heart surged at his kind words, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. To have someone pay attention to you so diligently and take interest in your interests, it was such a lovely thing to experience. 

Without thinking, you rush into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him tight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love it.” 

You feel him pause momentarily before returning your embrace. His chin rests atop your head and he pulls you even tighter against him. “Anything for the smartest girl I know.” 

You look up at him, eyes narrowed playfully, “Your pretty words will have no effect on me.”

Releasing you from the embrace, his hand slides around your waist as he leads you into the store. “Ah, is that so? How unfortunate, I’m only repeating the truth to you.” 

In that fashion, the two of you progressed further, the shape of your relationship looking more and more like a pair of lovers. It continued in that manner until the day where you had mistakenly thought the two of you would finally address this game the two of you were playing. 

“I do believe you’re trying to kill me, darling.” He said as he twirled you around so your dress could flourish around your frame. 

You grinned at him and bumped your hip against his, “I would never.”

Your hands laced together tentatively, his long and slender fingers twined with yours. This affection was a new development, teetering your relationship further and further to something you weren’t quite sure how to define. You surely liked Sanji – he was practically perfect. Always kind, gentlemanly, eager to hear your rants in your new found research, but still there was still missing. It was like he was hiding something, something you just couldn't put your finger on. 

Shaking the thought away, you turned to him and asked, “What are we doing today? Another fancy dinner?”

Sanji shook his head before looking away bashfully. “I found a pretty place in the forest near the manor, if you wanted to go?” He scratches the back of his head nervously, “I figured it was something you’d like to see but if –”

“Well let’s go then, pretty boy.” You say dragging him forward by his hand and he tumbles slightly on the sidewalk as he catches up with you. The smile on his face grows wider as he holds your hand tighter and leads you to the clearing. 

The sight was indeed an area you enjoyed, it looked something out of a fairytale with the moonlight basking everything in a pretty silver light and the cool breeze offering some relief from the summer night. You sat near some rocks, careful of stepping on any sparse flowers sprouting in the area. “It’s beautiful, Sanji.” 

You feel him come sit by you, thigh to thigh, arms pressed against each other. He plucks a stray white flower gently and places it by your ear. “You are indeed.” 

Heat rises on your face and you look away bashfully, “Oh well, I don’t –” 

He leans closer, grasping your chin and bringing your face to look back at his. His eyes glint brightly in the night light, he looks other-wordly. He was pressed so close to you, you could feel his warm chest so near, the feel of his fingers against your cheek, brushing against your cheekbone. He glances down to your lips before looking back up to you. Your heart races faster at the motion – was this it? Would he finally tell you of his feelings? 

“Sanji,” you breathed. “I wanted to tell you that I – ouch!” 

The rock you had sat on had a jagged end near the back and in your panic to get the words out to Sanji, the words to tell him that you liked him, you cut your hand on the sharp parts of the boulder. It wasn’t a deep cut by any means, but the blood still spilled out from the opening on your palm. “Ah, look at me being clumsy, I’m sorry Sanji – Sanji?” 

Sanji’s eyes were wide, round, and pupils blown wide at the sight on your palm. He blinked hard as you repeated his name, seemingly shaking himself out of a daze. All at once, he looked away from you, turning his head in the complete opposite direction. 

“Sanji? Are you okay?” 

He nodded, still refusing to look at you, bent over and covering the lower half of his face. Cautiously, you walked closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Sanji –” 

“Don’t come near me.” 

He turned, hands still covering the lower half of his face. Even with his face half covered, he seemed… different. He looked sharp almost, his eyes seemingly predatory and hungry, such a stark contrast from the soft way he was looking at you only five minutes prior. 

“What?” you asked, confused. Why was he acting like this so suddenly? Was he sensitive to blood perhaps? 

He shook your hand off and took a few steps away from you. Shaking his head, he backed away even more. “I can’t – I’m sorry – I have to go.” With that, he sprints off, disappearing into the darkness of the forest. 

You stared at his disappearing silhouette, gaping at the situation that just unfolded in front of you. Still clutching your bleeding hand, you sigh and glare at the boulder, kicking some grass at the innocent piece of rock. “This is all your fault, you know.”

The rock did not bother to respond. 

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Similarly, Sanji never bothered to respond. He never bothered to come back to clarify on his odd behavior, never came to apologize, no. Rather, he decided to completely disappear from your life. Gone were the near-daily library visits, the dinner not-dates, the affectionate touches and caresses of his. He had just uprooted himself from your life with no remorse. 

And so you rearranged the slight aching in your chest at the missing presence in your life and kept moving. Life did not end when (a rather handsome) romantic conquest decided to disappear on you. No, life would keep cycling forward and you would do your damndest to keep up with it. 

You kept up the rigorous amount of research, not for Sanji’s curiosity anymore, for yours. You found the depth of history within this town to be interesting, the near-mythical traditions it carried were something rooted deep into the grounds you walked daily. The books reported on the villagers of the then-time and how they’d ward against a variety of creatures, the most stark mention being vampires. The wild roses upon the doors, the ash-wood stakes always prepared in stashes, the adamant use of blackwood, it was all something of a fairytale, you thought.

Beyond that, you threw yourself into any activity you could, if just to ignore the hollow ache in your chest. Visiting the farmer’s market, taking yourself out on solo dinner dates, crafting just to have something to do with your hands. Anything to bring a brief distraction and peace of mind to yourself. Sure, your time with Sanji wasn’t anything long but you had found your heart attached to him and his manners in a way that made you hope for a future. 

Scoffing at the thought now, you shuffled around in your cottage, grimly getting up to make dinner for yourself. It was a rainy day, the dim weather only further greyed out your own mood. “Maybe I should make pasta…” you murmured, still half in a daze as you scooted around in your slippers. 

There is the single knock on your door just then, pulling you out of your thoughts. Pulling open the door, you try to stop the gaping of your mouth as you stare at the mouth standing in front of you. Just at your doorstep stood Sanji, the rain making his blond hair cling to the sides of his face and the back of his neck. There was an expression of desperation on his face as he stood in front of you, hands clasped together. 

“I’m sorry.”

Despite your heart lurching in your chest, you crossed your arms and squinted at him. “For what?”

His eyes search yours, desperate and begging, before he lowers his head. “For disappearing. I- I didn’t mean to and it was wrong of me to leave you like that, I just - I had to.”

You narrow your eyes further at him, “What do you mean you had to?” Pausing, you think back over to the events that occurred that night that he left you. “Are you scared of blood? Is that it? If that’s what it is, you should’ve told me. I wouldn’t have judged you for it, Sanji.”

There is a brief moment where it seems like he is digesting your words before he nods fervently, “Yes, yes, that’s exactly it. I just can’t stand blood.” His nose crinkles at the last word. 

A crack of thunder roars in the back and you frown at the sky before opening your door wider, indicating for him to come inside. Sanji just looks back at you, hesitating while looking at the entry frame of your door. “Sanji.” you say, concern on your lips. “Come inside, you’ll get sick.” 

You swear you hear a murmur of “...can’t get sick.” But at your words, he comes in leaving a forming puddle of water in the hall of your entryway. Pushing him forward into your home, you sit him down on the couch before running to fetch him a towel.

Rummaging through your drawers you manage to scrounge up an old baggy sweatshirt and some unused sweatpants and you rush back to toss the clothes at him. “Wear this.” At his protests, you give him a glare that makes him close his mouth immediately, and continue, “I’m going to cook dinner for us and you will eat it and you can sleep here for the night, it’s supposed to rain till the morning.” 

Shooing him off to the bathroom, you go to the bathroom and start on the food. Something quick and easy and hopefully warming enough to heat up his perpetually cold, rained on, skin. 

By the time Sanji comes out, the food is already half ready. He shuffles onto one of the seats on the wooden dinner table, looking utterly at place in your home. He folded the sleeves of the sweatshirt, showing his long forearms and his hair had been swept back and ruffled, giving the impression that he had just taken a rather long nap rather than being rained on. 

You set a warm bowl in front of him before settling into the seat next to him. He looks at you, adoration in his eyes, “Thank you. For this,” he gestures to the clothes and the warm food, “and for giving me another chance.” 

Looking at him from the corner of your eye, you bite back your smile as you say, “Who says I’m giving you another chance? Maybe I just felt bad for keeping you in the rain.” 

His expression blanches and you don’t hold back your laughter this time around. Turning fully towards him, you reach out to tuck a stray strand of his hair from his face. “I’m kidding. We can restart, if that’s what you want. But,” you point a finger at him, “if you disappear on me again, that’ll be the last time you ever see me.” 

He nods eagerly, “I promise you, darling, I won’t disappear from you again. Not ever.”

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Just like that, you once more readjust your life to Sanji’s presence. He comes swooping into your life even harder than before, whisking you away at any given opportunity. This time, however, you make sure to be just a bit more wary of his gestures, lest there is a repeat of what happened before. 

Despite that, you can feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for him. More of you wants to reach out to him, to caress his hair, to melt straight into his arms and kiss the life out of him. He is gentle in every form of the word and always reaches out to take care of you in words you couldn’t explain. In some way, it felt like you had already been in a relationship for years and you had somehow fallen in the midst of it without experiencing the beginning of it. 

In a late night where your shift at the library was drearily long, sorting through archives becoming something dreary and not enjoyable in the moment – you were dragging your feet home at the thought of having to do even more tasks at home. The mere thought of having to change your clothes or even cooking felt so dreadful, you just wanted to lay in a pile right there on the street. 

Yet somehow, when you opened the door to your cottage, a welcome mat now placed near the entryway at Sanji’s insistence, you find the blonde already bent over in your kitchen hard at work chopping vegetables. It was no surprise to find him in your house; the two of you had exchanged spare house keys with one another, after realizing just how often the pair of you were basically co-habitating together. 

No, the surprise was that he took the time to memorize your schedule and he took it upon himself to cook you dinner so you’d have something warm and restful to come home to. At the sound of you bustling in from the door, he looks up with his hair half-covering his eyes. “You’re home.” The words creep into your heart, home. “Rough day? I laid out your favorite pajamas on the bed and I made some noodle soup.” 

In that moment, you swear you could’ve melted into him right then and there. You feel your eyes prick with the familiarity of tears and you just stand there in the middle of the room, shoulders slumped and staring at him with glassy eyes. When he glances over to you, he does a doubletake at your expression before setting down the knife and enveloping you in his arms. “Oh, darling. It’s been a long day, hm?”

You wrap your arms around his waist and lay your head on his chest, breathing in the scent of him deeply. You nod against him and he hums incomprehensible words of comfort into your hair, keeping you tight against him. He holds you until you finally let go and offer him a watery smile. Smiling back, he brushes a thumb against your cheekbone and presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Go change and then we can eat, okay? Maybe watch your favorite show too, if you want to.” 

Nodding, you make your way to your room with your heart fluttering madly with the feel of his kiss on your skin. It was the new things like this that you simply couldn't get used to. You wanted more from him, more of him, but something just held you back, a fear that speaking it out loud or making a move first would break the spell that held the two of you locked in this grey-area. 

The two of you danced in this unknown area for months. For months, it continued that way, with the two of you closing the gap until there was no way to move without toeing the line that both of you were too scared to cross. It had all bubbled to that day – it had been a couple of days since you had seen Sanji, a rare occurrence and something in you was warning you something was wrong. He hadn't visited, left a note, or given you a warning and something within you was telling you that there was something amiss in his behavior. 

Near sunset, after lazing about within the town and soaking up the sunlight, you decided to go visit him. You had visited him in his manor-like house many times and this wasn’t any different. Still, your heart plucked in anxiety as you walked up the steep hill to his front door, the sky darkening as you made your way up. Knocking tentatively, you call out, “Sanji?” 

There is a silence beyond the door and you shift nervously on your feet, wondering if you should knock again or simply just come in. Just like he had with your home, you had grown comfortable with the idea of coming into his house with the key he had given you, but in the case he was home, the idea of knocking just sounded right. 

After waiting a couple of more minutes on the front door, you fish out the rustic key from your pocket and open the creaking door. Looking around the home, you call out his name once more, dazed by the silence in his home. He always made himself known in the house, whether it was with music playing or simply by being busy enough to create noise – you had known him well enough now to know he was not someone who was fond of silence, but was someone who liked the hustle and bustle of life. 

Walking deeper into the home, you squint against the darkness before spotting a candle near a desk. Glancing past that, you see Sanji curled up on the couch and clutching his stomach. 

“Sanji?”

His eyes flash open and he looks at you in pure confusion before sitting up and backing away. “Why - Why are you here?” 

“I was worried about you and I haven’t seen you in a couple of days so-” 

“Leave.”

You swear you can see a flash of white as he speaks but that slips your focus as indignation rises in your chest. “Excuse me? I will not leave, I was worried for you-”

Once more, he cuts you off. With almost super human speed, he stood in front of you, his eyes darkened with an unread emotion. Grasping your wrist, he brings it close to his face, his nose leaned against your wrist, right near the pulse point. “I would be more worried for you, right now darling.” 

The flash of white appears once more and you realize dimly what they are. Fangs. Swallowing your nerves, you look him in the eyes and ask, “What do you mean? Why are you worried?”

He inhales, his pupils blown out with desire. “Because, my dear librarian, I am the creature you so deeply researched.” He presses a kiss to your wrist before trailing down your arm leaving more down the path. “I am the vampire, you’ve been reading about all this time. I’ve been avoiding you because I haven’t fed in a very long time and I fear I am particularly…hungry.” Another kiss. 

“I wouldn’t want my beloved human to be hurt.” Your pulse is jumping from your skin, the veins almost pulsating with the rapidness of your heart. “Unless she wants to be, of course.” 

You lean into him, sighing out his name. “Sanji.”

“Hm?”

You weren’t surprised at his revelation. There was always a sneaking suspicion within you that he was holding some kind of secret like this, with his constant aversion to sunlight, frequenting out at nighttime or being completely covered in the daylight – or how he would only come in to your home when you asked him to until he placed the welcome mat upon your doorstep. Better yet, when he ran off on you when he saw the brief glimpse of your blood. It all made sense. Truly, when it came down to it, you didn’t mind. You had fallen for him completely and a secret like this was something you could live with, if only it meant that you could have him. 

Trailing your hand up to cup his face, you lean closer into him, your nose brushing against his. “Kiss me, please. I want you, I don’t care that you’re a vampire, I want you.”

He didn’t spare a single moment before crashing his lips into yours. You can feel the sharpness of his fangs as he kissed you, the press of his tongue as he explored your mouth. Separating away, just so you could take a breath, he pulled away as your chest rose for air. He didn’t stop, he pressed you into the desk as he pulled down the collar of your shirt to leave open-mouthed kisses against your collarbone. 

You could feel the swirl of his tongue against your skin, kissing and leaving marks all over. Moaning, you swept a hand into his hair, pressing him closer into your skin. You wanted him to devour you, to be so close to you that you melded into one. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pulled him closer to you, so you could feel him right against your heat. 

“Sanji, please.”

He grinds against your clothed cunt before laying you down on the desk, pushing aside anything in the way. He kisses you once more, needy and urgent for your touch and you can feel him moving against you, desperate for any friction to get the two of you off. 

His dark eyes gleam with hunger and desire as he looks down your heated face, drinking in every detail, the way your chest heaved with each ragged breath, the pulse fluttering wildly at the base of your throat, the intoxicating scent of your arousal filling his nostrils. A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest.

“Mmm, such an eager little thing, aren't you? So desperate.” His cool fingers trailed feather-light caresses along your inner thighs, teasing higher and higher until they brushed against the damp fabric covering your most intimate area. He inhaled deeply, savoring your essence.

Just as quickly, Sanji pinned your wrists above your head, looming over you with a wicked grin that flashed glimpses of his elongated canines. His other hand made quick work of your lower garments, baring you completely to his hungry gaze. Leaning down, he dragged the flat of his tongue along the column of your throat, mapping out your racing pulse. Sharp teeth nipped playfully at your earlobe. 

“Tell me, darling, do you have any idea what you're offering yourself up to?”

His knee nudged your thighs apart as he settled between them, the hard ridge of his arousal pressing insistently against your core through the confines of his trousers.

“I do,” you say, raising your hips against his, desperate for any sort of friction. “Just, please, I can take it, give it to me, Sanji.” 

A dark chuckle escaped him at your plea, his eyes flashing with primal hunger. In one swift motion, he ripped away the remaining barriers between your bodies, freeing his length. The swollen head notched against your slick entrance, teasing you with the promise of what’s to come.

“As you wish, my dear.” he breathed hotly against your ear, his grip tightening on your hips. To emphasize his point, he licked a slow stripe up your neck before grazing his fangs over your jumping pulse, not quite breaking the skin. 

With that, he surged forward, sheathing himself to the hilt inside your tight heat with a guttural groan. One hand grips your hip bruisingly tight while the other tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to expose the column of your throat. He stilled for a moment, savoring the sensation of your walls clenching around him. “You feel incredible, like you were made just for me, my pretty girl.”

You whine against him, words lost on you as you're drowning in the feeling of him inside you. With glassy eyes, you look at him pleadingly, wanting him to continue fucking you, to bite you. Incomprehensible babbles escaped you and he obliged. 

Sanji began to move then, setting a relentless pace as he drove into you again and again, each powerful thrust hitting that perfect spot deep inside. The wet sounds of your joining filled the room, mingling with your wanton cries and his own guttural moans of pleasure.

“That's it,” he growled. “Let me hear you, let me hear how good you feel,”  his hips snapping forward with supernatural strength and control.

His lips latched onto your throat, suckling hard as his fangs pierced the delicate skin. Hot, tingling pleasure-pain radiated out from the points of entry as he began to drink deeply, your rich, warm blood flooding his senses. He swallowed greedily, the taste of you igniting his passion to new heights. 

“You taste so good,” he rasps in between gulps. “I’ve wanted you for so long and I can’t believe you’re letting me, hah, you feel so good ma belle.”

Lost in the passion, he continued his relentless assault on your senses, drinking deeply from your throat even as he pistoned his hips, driving into your welcoming heat with inhuman vigor. The dual sensations of his fangs and his thick cock stretching you deliciously sent jolts of electric pleasure coursing through your veins.

He panted praises against your skin as he lapped at the puncture wounds on your neck to seal them. “I could feast on you for eternity and never tire.” 

One hand released its bruising grip on your hip to snake between your sweat-slicked bodies, clever fingers finding your aching clit. He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves with ruthless precision, determined to push you over the edge into blissful oblivion. 

Feeling your body begin to tense and quiver beneath him, Sanji doubled his efforts, his fingers working your clit in tight, fast circles as he angled his hips to hit that special spot inside you with every deep thrust. The obscene slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by your keening cries and his own animalistic grunts.

“Yes, yes, that's it! Let go for me, mon amour,” he urged huskily. “Come undone on my cock, I want to feel you as I fill you with my cum.” His movements grew more erratic, chasing his own rapidly approaching orgasm.

With a final, brutal thrust, Sanji buried himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing and twitching as he spilled his release deep within your spasming walls. A guttural moan tore from his throat, echoing off the stone walls as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over him. 

He collapsed against you, his weight pinning you to the desk as the last tremors of your climax worked their way through your body. After a long moment, he lifted his head to gaze at you with hooded, satisfied eyes, a lazy smile playing about his kiss-swollen lips. “That wasn’t how I had wanted to ask you to be yours but,” he bites his lip almost nervously, despite the show he had just presented to you. “Let me be yours. Let me court you properly.” 

Heaving a heavy breath, you run a hand through his hair, a laugh on your lips. “Is that how the vampires do it? You’ll court me?”

He tucks his face into the crook of your neck, almost hiding. “If that’s what you’d like of course, darling.” 

Unable to hide the smile spreading across your face, you bring his face back to yours and press a kiss to his lips. “I would love nothing more, my dear vampire.” 

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—A short edit/animatic??? Since I was bored and been obsessed w this song