#architectofghosts

Emily nodded as if she understood, "I get it," she sighed, shaking her head dramatically. She smiled, looking like a mischievous cat, "Now, the ink?"

 Haley’s stomach churned. She didn’t like this mischievous look on her older sister’s face. She raised an eyebrow, "Do I look like I have spare ink? Why do you even need it?" Haley looked back at her reflection, applying her mascara.

"I'm writing to the farmer! Gonna thank her for helping me the other day!" Emily smiled, innocently singing her praises to the angel who her sister had been secretly worshipping.

Haley stopped, the mascara hovering above her lashes. "The farmer?" She tried keeping her voice casual.

Emily hummed, "I know you don't really care about her-" ouch. "-but she's really helpful and I wanted to write a letter thanking her!"

Haley hummed, going back to applying mascara. "Don't have it. I'm leaving though, so I'll buy some."

Emily smiled, all easy and with teeth like she didn't have anything bad going on. Haley envied her, just a little bit.

"Oh Haley, you're amazing!" Emily squealed, moving to hug her sister.

Haley stuck her hand out, "No, I'm doing my make-up! Do not mess this up, or I swear!" She warned.

Emily pouted. She then walked away, pouting. "Before you go, just wait for me. I'll give you the money for ink." Haley nodded. Good, she would take double so that she could also buy ink.

She wasn't one to write letters, but...

"For the photos." Haley lied to herself, smiling in the mirror. “Just for the photos."

𑣲𑣲 Haley casually walked into Pierre's store, pretending to not pay attention when she saw the farmer. The farmer was having a conversation with Abigail, who was blushing and twirling a strand of her hair with a soft smile on her face.

Haley ignored them, walking past with ease. She was hoping that the farmer would notice her, but so far nothing.

"-and that's how my chicken kicked me out of my farm." The farmer finished, sighing. Abigail laughed, sounding free and happy.

Haley clenched her teeth, focusing on the ink supplies she needed to get for Emily.

Ah, Haley realized, she would need paper for herself if she was going to write a letter to the farmer. She dared glance back and immediately wished she hadn't.

Abigail and Leah were standing, cornering the farmer who was leaning against the wall, snickering at something.

Haley turned back, glaring at the innocent ink bottle in her hands. 

Great.

"Man, I had so much fun today." The farmer sighed, walking towards the counter.

Haley clenched her teeth harder, moving away from the counter. Why hasn't she noticed her yet?

Stupid farmer.

"What do you mean? What happened? Was it the mines again?" Abigail asked, her voice a mix of excitement and curiosity. The farmer let out a laugh. A loud, uncontrollable sound. Like a madman in hysterics.

Haley pursed her lips. What was so funny that the farmer had to laugh?

"No I-" The farmer paused. Haley looked up; the farmer was now smiling at Pierre who gave her a crate of seeds, "Sunflowers are also there, yes?" She asked Pierre kindly.

Well, as kind as a farmer would get with the only shopkeeper of a small town, Haley thought bitterly. She couldn’t wait to get out of here.

Wait- sunflowers?

"Yes, just like you asked." Pierre responded with a smile as he handed her the crate.

Haley's heart thumped louder. 

Sunflowers.

Oh.

 It was like the universe was giving the stupid farmer a sign. Haley loved sunflowers. Did she know that? Stupid farmer.

The farmer didn't know that, of course not. It wasn't summer yet meaning she couldn't grow them so there was no reason for Haley to be annoyed.

"Say, farmer, why do you need them right now? It isn't very optimal to grow them during any season but summer, you know." Pierre tried educating the farmer.

Haley rolled her eyes at the man, why was he educating her farmer? But it was true, so why did the farmer need them, then?

The farmer, that madwoman, let out another loud laugh. Her laugh was uncontrollable, like a tsunami. It drowned Haley, made her ears ring and face burn.

"Finally fixed up the old greenhouse." The farmer responded, "The sunflowers remind me of something, so I like them."

Something tugged at Haley's heart.

Reminded her of something?

Of what?

Of who?

 Me?

"Anyway," the farmer continued, a smile on her face as she turned to look at Abigail and Leah, "Yeah no, sorry.” She coughed, grinning.

The farmer stumbled over her words a lot.

So annoying, Haley grinned.

“Anyway,” she cleared her throat, “something really funny and cute happened today." The farmer grinned, blushing.

"Oh? Like that?" Leah asked curiously as she shifted the box of supplies from one hand to the other.

"Took some photos of really pretty things, plus some really cute cows." The farmer admitted with an easy laugh.

Haley froze, blushing as she glared at the ink because of course.

Of course.

The farmer had only taken photos with Haley's camera. Of the cows and of Haley.

Haley glared at the ink, 'your fault' she internally hissed at the innocent bottle of ink.

The farmer bid her goodbyes and walked off, Leah following shortly while Abigail made her way to her room.

Haley finally made her way to the cash register.

𑣲𑣲 The next morning, the farmer opened her mailbox to find two letters inside.

Emily, which she expected and to her surprise-

Haley!

The farmer embarrassingly eagerly ripped it open like an excited child, she did make sure to be gentle because it was from Haley.

“Farmer, I thought it would be fun to write you a note. I had so much fun with the cows yesterday... I'm starting to understand why you chose the farmer's life! Hope to see you soon. -Haley”

The farmer whistled to herself, "Haley? Oh honey, I'm starting to think you want me." She snickered to herself.

She hummed, "You're so cute." She told the letter as if Haley herself could hear it.

The farmer placed the letter in her pockets, smiling wide. Nothing could ruin her mood. Not even the creatures in the mines.

The farmer hummed to herself, giving her pets extra kisses and hugs, giggling to herself and being rather upbeat the entire morning.

She planted her sunflower seeds and made her way towards the town, a grin on her face as she played with the daffodil in her hands.

“Just a few more days,” she murmured against the petals of the daffodil, “then in my hands will be sunflowers. Yoba, I hope you like sunflowers, Haley.” She smiled before blinking out of her trance.

“... fuck I sound crazy.” The farmer sighed, scratching her neck. She ignored the heat on her cheeks, turning away and marching back onto the field, watching her pet cat lick her pet dog.

What the hell were they doing? The farmer sighed, wanting to go back to bed. "I wonder what Haley's doing...?"

Author's note, again: ... hi? ok once again get ready for my yappathon pt.2 but yeah uhmmmmm im scared why is posting so scary what omg uhm hi again uh i hope you guys liked it! Should I do a part 2...? Idk honestly you tell me.

She glanced at the boys in her classroom. Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo. Shoko had a feeling that Satoru was some form of vampire, but she did not pry for she truly did not have the energy to care.

There was a light knock on the door. Shoko inhaled silently, noting the fresh blood on the other side of the door.

Didn’t smell like an older person…

A new student? This late?. She took another discrete whiff.

‘Hm, anemic?’

An anemic sorcerer? That has got to hurt. ‘Must be weak,’ Shoko’s prejudice slipped in before she steeled herself. She internally shook it off, she was getting better. Kinder.

‘Stop with these assumptions, Shoko,’ she told herself, ‘you promised your parents you’d be kinder, Shoko.’ she nagged herself, sounding a bit like her mother. Shoko let out a sigh as Yaga walked towards the door.

Suguru glanced at her with concern but she paid no mind. Shoko’s eyes were stuck to the door that Yaga was taking too long to open.

The door finally, finally opened and there you were, leaning against the wall with a stab wound on your shoulder.

“Hey, took you a while, didn’t it?” you asked casually before falling over.

“Ieiri!” Yaga barked, catching the fallen girl.

Shoko straightened up, making her way towards you. She held you in her arms, licking her lips at the sweet sweet smell of your ironish blood.

She smiled, hidden to all as she finished using her reversed curse technique on you. You smelled too good to be true.

Shoko was not one to indulge in human consumption for no human was as sweet as her taste, at least…

Shoko brushed your warm, burning, alive cheek with her knuckles.

Until she held you. ‘Interesting.’ Shoko mused, eyes soft with curiosity and something she does not dare name just yet.

Yaga sighed, rubbing his forehead, the creasemarks getting worse by the moment. “Another problematic child, of course. Of course,” he grumbled, hovering over the fallen girl.

Shoko exhaled, exhaustion creeping up her spine. She shuddered, holding you tighter. That wound was either deeper than it looked, or you were injured in other places that the clothes you wore hid very well.

The boys were talking but who pays attention to men anymore?

“She’s okay now, don’t know why she’s not waking up.” Shoko informed Yaga.

“I think she’s anemic,” Satoru said quickly. Shoko tensed, just the slightest. She stared at his blue eyes, wondering if they turned red when he was feeding, just like hers. Shoko nodded, a silent understanding between the two vampires.

“How do you know, Satoru?” Suguru asked curiously, his voice kind.

“Six-eyes,” Satoru grinned, lying through his teeth.

Shoko hummed, “We should take her to the clinic, we need to inject her with Iron dextran.” Yaga nodded, motioning for the boys to follow.

“You are a team now, boys, you will listen to Ieiri because this is her area of expertise.” Yaga told them, shifting the unconscious girl in his arms to be more comfortable in the case that you woke up before you reached the clinic.

“Why don’t we just give her iron supplements, Shoko?” Suguru asked gently, worriedly glancing at the pale girl. Wasn’t being pale a symptom of anemia?

“Iron dextran injection is used to treat iron-deficiency anemia - which, if you would like an actual definition, is having a lower than normal number of red blood cells due to too little iron- in people who cannot be treated with iron supplements taken by mouth.” Shoko explained, her tone precise and her eyes never leaving your unconscious face that looked so, so, so pretty it hurt her fangs.

Why did she give you to Yaga again? She wanted to hold you, to lick you neck and suck the blood from your pulse point, wanted to watch your eyes turn red as you became a vampire like her-

Woah.

What the fuck?

Shoko never, never ever wanted to turn anyone into a vampire for they would be bound to some degree. Shoko never cared that much and here she is, wanting to mark you, a girl with a pretty face and sweet blood that she’s never seen before in her life.

Satoru’s brow furrowed at the silence.

Ah shit, Shoko probably smelled your sweet blood too, which could be dangerous, but then again Satoru did not know Shoko’s preferences, so eh.

Satoru personally preferred them healthy, like Suguru! Not- not like he liked Suguru or- or anything, he just-

“Wait so what does that mean?” Satoru cut off his own thoughts with a dumb question.

Shoko, who would always roll her eyes, didn’t say anything. Her ears fixated on hearing your irregular heartbeat.

‘Arrhythmia,’ Shoko filed, almost forgetting Satoru’s question.

“Since we don’t know when she is going to wake up, it is safer to inject her rather than waiting for her to wake up and then consume the supplements.” Shoko explained, discreetly running her tongue along her fangs.

Suguru nodded, “Okay, thank you.”

Shoko nodded, her fangs aching as she gave you another glance.

This could be a problem.

They reached the clinic in no time and the nurse, an older sorcerer, prepared the injection for you. Shoko watched, unease creeping up her spine as the nurse inserted the injection in your vein. The nurse cursed, removing it and cleaning it thoroughly while Shoko bandaged the hand with the tenderness of a lover.

“Her vein is too thin,” the nurse mumbled, unsure of what to do now. Do they wait for the child to wake up? But it might be too late and something might happen and-

Shoko took the now clean injection out of her hands. “For practice,” she lied smoothly.

‘I don’t want anyone else touching her,’ she meant to say.

The nurse gave her a look before sighing, “Okay.”

Shoko was a top student who would probably go further in life than the nurse herself ever would. She let out a small sigh, watching the young girl.

Shoko held your burning hand with her freezing one, squeezing your fist to try to find a proper vein. She had picked up the one that hadn’t been injected before feeling it. Shoko sighed, moving to sit on the hospital bed, her thigh brushing against your hip.

“She needs to drink more water.” Shoko said softly. She lightly smacked your hand a few times, trying to find a proper vein. She ended up giving your hand a little massage, hating how cold she was. If Shoko had been warmer, been alive, it would have been easier to inject you.

Anemia is something RCT can’t heal.

Shoko sighed, smiling just the slightest as she finally found a vein. She sent a prayer to the good vamp Carmilla and inserted the injection.

The nurse let out a breath of relief, “Yes, good job, Ieiri. Now, inject the medicine. It might cause the little one pain, but she will be better after this.”

Shoko hesitated. She did not want you to feel pain, not when she could prevent it.

“Please, Ieiri, I can see it in your eyes, don’t try to use the RCT on the poor child,” Shoko’s eyes widened at the nurse's words. Was she that obvious with her desire to be soft with you?

Sure, it was not professional, but Shoko is 15, she doesn’t care about professionalism, she just doesn't want to lose the girl that could save her- she means, the girl who would make a good meal, obviously.

“Please, child. It won’t do her any good. You know RCT affects anemic people in an odd manner.” The nurse said gently.

Shoko nodded hesitantly, glancing towards your unconscious face, your soft lips and your face with chubby cheeks. Oh, you still hadn’t lost your baby fat, making you roughly around 14-16, around their age.

“Okay.” Shoko said eventually, pushing the iron dextran into the unconscious girl’s system, hands steady while her dead heart trembled, just the slightest.

From hunger, of course.

next.

masterlist

architectofghosts ~ spark [2026]

THE WARNINGS FOR EACH CHAPTER WILL CHANGE DEPENDING ON WHAT IS MENTIONED, BUT PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS THE BASIC; death murder, blood CPTSD, abusive parents, y/n has anemia and it's kind of a plot point (im PROJECTING), shoko is DOWN BAD bro it's scary, underage smoking because of course, swearing, yandere behavior (if you squint, idk, i dont understand healthy relationships that much tbh), power imbalance, blood kink?, biting kink?? y/n wants to become a vampire so bad bro, these kids are NOT healthy (not fully toxic either dw, they're just obsessed with each other) but as they grow older they HEAL, I SWEAR THEY HEAL, family issues, society issues, obsessive behavior, a lot of suggestive stuff like a lot like they want each other so bad but they are minors right now so only FLIRTING while they are underage, OBVIOUSLY. When they're older yes. Idk how I feel about writing smut yet, but it will defo be implied when they're older but rn, they're 15 bro they might explode from kissing each other. uh, y/n has some trauma bro, will dive deep into it. also, they are slow burn but in the way that they will slowly burn their enemies (well, y/n will, shoko will watch from a distance because yk, vamp) while lovingly gazing into each others eyes. they are very much in love, like, very much, but communication about what they are is another ball game all together.

chapter links:

chapter one

architectofghosts ~ spark [2026]

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