she’s right where she wants to be

Everyone on the cuptoast pork soda train, here's it as my motm au, Blood Bound

Imagine a wayward vampire catching you alone on the field, his attempt to turn you cut short by the silver bullet gaz lodged into his chest.

Except...you don't recover, not back into a human, anyway. The vampire had stayed long enough to turn you, but not enough to give you the strength you needed. Resulting in a weak, dependent, and very clingy vampire for the team to handle.

But this is a team of trained soldiers who've worked plenty of missions with other vampires! Surely, they can handle this...right?

It's been three days, and you still haven't drank anything. Various animal blood, a bag ghost snatched from the medical wing, even Gaz's own blood when he accidentally cut his hand.

They're running out of ideas and you're looking weaker by the minute. Everyone's gathered in your room, with you cuddled up to ghost on your bed. Just napping, not even attempting to bite.

It's then that ghost asks "...do half-turned vamps know how to feed?"

Which is how you end up being gently shook awake so ghost can guide you to his neck. A low, confused whine slips out of you when he presses your jaw open. Ghost just hums "yer gonna feed now. Open, and bite."

Price leans closer to inspect when you bite onto ghost, and chuckles to find your fangs barely making a dimple in his skin. He slips a hand under your jaw and makes you bite down properly.

The affect is instant.

Your whole body shudders as delicious liquid spills into your mouth, and suddenly you're latching on properly and sucking. Small claws kneading ghosts shirt happily.

Ghost seems to be...affected too. Gaz raises his brows judgementally "really, ghost? You into that?"

"N– no–" ghost groans, head rolling to the side, face flushed "fuckin hell– it feels tingly, and– and good."

With a huff, ghost unzips his pants and shoves a hand down his boxers. He doesn't care, everyone in this room has either heard him jerk off or seen it. He's never felt this sensitive in years, muscles tensing with each lap of your tongue over the wound.

Ghost cums embarrassingly fast, leaving a wet patch on his trousers. You, meanwhile, are still hungry and refuse to unlatch. Leaving ghost to shake and shudder in overstimulation until soap can coax you off.

pairing: vampire! aerion targaryen x fem!reader

summary: exploring an 'abandoned' castle causes you to accidentally awaken centuries old vampires, and one becomes obsessed with you.

warnings: blood(duh), aerion is psychotic and is his own warning, light sadism but it’s implied he’s a sadist, blood kink, p in v, smut, Aerion is a possessive freak, implied to be a modern au, but Aerion is old asf so it balances out.

Daenerys is mentioned briefly <3 she's my fav targaryen so I had to add her in slightly somehow!

edit: THANK YOU GUYS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THIS!! LITERALLY LOVE ALL OF YALL SO MUCH <333

part two

You loved exploring abandoned places.

That’s one of your main hobbies, especially because of the history that was behind the walls of the places.

one of those was the red keep.

It was once a castle for the Targaryens, and then they vanished.

most of them anyway.

You knew the history, and the legends. The Targaryens came from Old Valyria, whose culture and customs were dark, and one of them was vampirism.

legend says that Targaryens were close to gods than men because they were not human at all, they were vampires.

In truth, you doubted it to be true.

However, you didn’t deny that Targaryens were special, they had dragons. Though the dragons haven’t been seen since those times, it was a fact that intrigued you.

who wouldn’t be by dragons?

You didn’t plan to go alone that day, but your sister who was going to go with, got sick so you went by yourself. You'd later wish that she went with.

it might've prevented what would happen.

You text her your entire way there. She's excited for you, and sad that she had gotten sick, it was pretty shitty timing.

“Coward,” you say under your breath, but it wasn’t her fault, although maybe don’t go out publicly all that much when the flu is spreading.

But that was just an idea.

It wasn't hard getting in, not at all. No one was here, which shocked you because the legend of Targaryens was a pretty popular one. Even so, you're happy about it.

Inside, it looked perfect, the condition was more than ideal for a centuries old castle. Who was taking care of it during this time? Did someone buy the castle or something and you might be trespassing?

You hope not.

Anyway, you stare up at the portraits. Targaryens from the centuries before. You had a favorite: Visenya Targaryen. You wonder what she might've been like.

Then you see the last generation of Targaryens: Two boys and a girl. Rhaegar, Viserys, and Daenerys, they've said. All of them perished but it's been rumored that at least some Targaryens survived. Not them, but the two generations before.

You don't believe it, but some descendants had to have survived since they fathered bastards.

"No one comes here, ever."

You jump when you see an old woman. "Um, sorry, I didn't think anyone lived here," You say. "I don't," She chuckled."I'm a caretaker for this castle. Someone has to look after it. What do you want? Gold?" "No, Just knowledge," You replied."I'm curious, that's all. Please, I'm not harmful."

"I know, child. I know things. Things you'd never know."

Okay, this woman creeped you out but she at least understood you weren't here maliciously.

"Okay," You said, chuckling nervously."I can go now."

"Wait, child," She said."You don't have to go." You look at her, confused."Really?" She nods."Let me show you more of the castle. You seem to be clever, and I admire those who thirst for knowledge."

You sigh of relief.

You never take anything from the abandoned places you go to, but sometimes, your sister does. It's a miracle she isn't here.

"How'd you become a caretaker?" You ask, curiously. "Ah, it's a job that runs in my family, and this place is very important to watch over, many think they'll find gold, with the family being royalty and all," She explains to you."And with the legend, you can't ever be too reckless."

"Oh, everyone knows."

"This one, they do not. I doubt you've heard." Now you have to know. As you admire the rooms you walk by, you ask,"What is it? If I can know?" "Ignorance is dangerous, so, take it as a cautionary tale," the older woman said, learning her name was Elaena. Pretty name."For thousands of years, the undead have lived among us. Feasting on blood. But they also… have mates. Bound by blood."

"Mates?" You say.

"Indeed, mostly to humans," She explained."Sometimes, the undead become cursed to eternal sleep, but a drop of their mate's blood will awaken them. Or rather, awaken them and their bloodline."

You quietly gasp."Do you think it's true?" "Depends, they can hide in plain sight," She said."But this room might intrigue you most of all." You had gone upstairs with her at this point. The door at the end was so beautiful.

She takes a lock out from somewhere. There was a dragon on the key. Elaena opened the door and as soon as you entered, your eyes widened."Oh wow. It's… gorgeous." She nods. She didn't look older than eighty years old and it was admirable she was comfortably walking. 

Then, you look in front of you. There were coffins. Now, you aren't exactly clueless. You've heard every vampire story ever. Most of them always sleep in Coffins. "Um," You say."Are there vampires in them?"

Elaena chuckled."Don't be ridiculous. About a few centuries ago, they believed they'd become the undead and created these coffins. The Targaryens, anyway. They were quite paranoid but also very spiritual."

"Ah. Cool."

You were beginning to feel very anxious. You didn't have a good feeling. "I'm going to go now," You say, and turn to leave, but the door's locked. "What the hell?" You whispered. Elaena looked at you."You can't leave yet. Not when there's something else, one last thing, I'd want to show you."

"Fine," You reply, creeped out by this old woman now. You approach her. She pulls something out, pricking your finger with it. You wince in pain."What the fuck are you?" "Someone who wants her family back," She said, smiling, hovering over you as she places the blood onto the coffin."I knew you were special from the moment you broke in. Now it's time."

You're frozen in place but feeling dizzy as the candles blew out. She changed. The once old woman grew young. She had silvery-gold hair and violet eyes. She became youthful as the coffins open.

"Who freed us from our curse?" A voice said. "Technically," Elaena said, approaching one of the coffins."Your mate did." You blink."I…" The Targaryen turned to you, and you immediately recognize him from the potreait. Aerion Targaryen, the craziest one of them all. 

"Mate, hm?" He says, examining you like a predator would examine its prey. "Brother, her blood smells delicious," The one you think is named Daeron said. His eyes a deep violet color, with tints of red.

Your head's spinning, and then, your vision goes dark.