#vampire! reader

"What are you waiting for? Come."

Your eyes widen as he plops himself on the plush surface of the couch— legs spread and neck bared to your hungry gaze. It's not like he's doing this for no reason. He knows exactly what you want— what you need. You are hungry. You've been holding back. It has been ages since your last meal and it's starting to get to your head.

Unamused eyes watch as you falter. Your pupils narrow into slits as your eyes glow an ominous red. "You sure?" you question, clearly using the remainder of your humanity to question his bold proposition. But he's not too keen on leaning into this part of the routine— the part when you deny yourself your own satisfaction. His eyes never shift away from you. The way your focus never strays from the column of his neck tells him all he needs to know.

With a subtle smirk of his own, he pops open a button of his shirt. His free hand takes hold of yours. The motion is languid— guiding you to rest in his lap. One hand rests on your waist, the other cups the back of your head. Gleaming eyes watch his every movement.

Excersing the last of your restraint, you gently tilt his head to bare his neck further. "I'll ask again, are you sure?" your question is a hushed whisper. Your lips brush against his quickening pulse. You earn no more than a hushed hum of agreement and push into his neck.

That's all the confirmation you need as you sink your awaiting fangs into the skin of his neck. Relief and pleasure rush in all at once. A guttural groan emits itself from his throat. His hold on your head tightens, fingers locking into the strands of your hair. He presses you deeper, coaxing you take however much you may need. You, on the other hand, are barely holding onto your sanity. Your hand clutches at the side of his neck, fingers trembling and pinning him in place as you sate your hunger.

The rush of blood, your soft, yet desperate suckles, the increasing hammering of his heart and his strained breaths fill the quiet space of the room. He lets you take your fill. You drown in him— his touch, his scent, his taste. There's a quiet mantra that rings in your head— him, him, him. It fuels your hunger. Your hold on him tightens further. And he lets you have it.

Until he can't.

Gently, as to not startle you and create an extra wound to heal, he murmurs your name, drawing you from your daze. Carefully, you extract yourself from his jugular. Your heavy breaths fan across his skin. There's a crimson tint to your lips now. It's faint, but he notices. He also notices that your eyes have softened to its usual hue— no longer that ominous, predatory scarlet.

He stifles a groan when you press a tender kiss to the puncture wound. A hushed apology is whispered into his skin, as if it would make the pain all go away. And for him, it does. The intimacy of the moment has him momentarily forgetting all about the mark you'd left on his skin. If anything, his concerns lay elsewhere. The hand that had laid dormant in your hair moves to your temple, flicking at you.

"Next time, don't go starving yourself. It causes more problems."

Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Barou Shouei, Mydeimos, Wriotheseley, Shouta Aizawa, Bardroy, Adalricus, Dante, Tavarius, Kokushibo, Megumi Fushiguro, Teru Minamoto, Eren Jeager, Chuuya Nakahara, Julius von Pariston, Zanka Nijiku, Aki Hayakawa, Sylus, Rayne Ames, Izuru Kamakura, Kiyotaka Ayanokoji, (+any of your faves)

Warnings: monster hunter! Vi, vampire! reader, reader bites vi (not enough to turn her), garden sex, dubcon kinda, vi stabs reader, licking wounds, blood play, choking (v! receiving), switch vi lowkeyyyyyyy (I miss switch vi🥀), impact play, whimpering, takes place in the Victorian era, grunting, marking to the point of bleeding, I think that’s it 🧘🏿‍♀️

Genre: smut

A/n: dark fic cause of the gore aspect and blood kink so yeah, also this may have been inspired by me starting the amc interview with a vampire... ALSO HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH!!

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Her boots hit the castle floor as the thunder claps over the hills. Wooden state gripped tight in her calloused hands. She’s a hunter like all the other meals except she’s pretty cute.

You’ve heard of her and her reputation. She travels the world hunting down monsters, her record is top notch; never failing a killing.

If you are to die; why not have some fun?

You lead a trail to the garden, hiding in a tree. Curious if she’ll be the cat or the mouse in this game?

It took her two seconds to spot you, maybe it’s your aura! Maybe she’s that good? Regardless you have a stake hurling at you.

Swiftly you catch it and toss it to the ground as you float down, silk robe wrapping around you.

The soles of your feet walk softly on the ground as you get close to her.

“So you’re the human who thinks she can take me down?”

“Am I supposed to be afraid of you?” She sneers, eyeing you up and down. Her gaze not avoiding your breast.

“Don’t mix bravery with foolishness” your long claw like nails caressing her face before slashing at her!

Vi stumbles back, feeling a little flow of warmth spread from her cheek. “That all you got?”

Her snarky remark led to an hour of fighting. Her shirt is torn and her forearm is bleeding. Whilst you have a cut lip and some mere bruises.

The feeling of having the high ground is gone when she tackles you. Pressing all her weight into stabbing you.

You howl in pain as you grip her by the neck. The next move would’ve been tossing her but the way she was raggedly breathing on top of you was such a turn on. Face flushed and eyes focused in on yours. Sweat meeting blood on that chiseled jaw.

The stake was deep in your abdomen, “fuck you” you whisper.

“You wish” she gurgles as your grip tightens. Since your robe shifted during the fight, your hips buck in pain causing your bare cunt to meet her clothed one.

A soft moan escaped your mouth that you didn’t know wanted to escape. Shock causes both of you to loosen your grips and move from the other.

Swiftly you rip the stake out, body slowly but surely healing itself. Focusing on the inside components first.

The wind is howling and adding a cold pressure to your bare and slightly damp cunt. Nipples hardening under the silk.

Her eyes study your weak yet seductive form, knowing this is the perfect time to strike. Her mind blurring by the twitch in her clit.

Shaking her head, she straddles you grabbing the stake again. Slowly pushing it back into the wound. Only stopping by a soft please that left your beautiful lips.

Judgement being thrown out the window she removes the stake but doesn't get off of you. Leaning in closer moving hair from your face.

"Is this an enchantment?" Vi murmurs, her will to be victorious the weakest it has ever been.

"It's your lust, are you going to answer it?" Long nails trailing her neck, inviting her in closer.

Without warning she harshly presses her lips against yours.

The two of you roll in the grass, your in-humane strength causing moans of pain and pleasure. Vi's back met the garden floor as you pull her torn shirt, breast begging to be freed.

You can hear her heartbeat racing, her blood rushing to her clit and nails digging into the grass. Her blood smells so sweet, too sweet.

Indulgence is something you've been working on. You trust yourself enough only to take a little sip. As an old vampire lover taught you.

Teeth sink into her neck. The sweet iron flowing into your system. Healing faster than before. You suck till your satisfied, ignoring her kicking legs under you.

In a blood-filled frenzy you press your blood stained lips against hers. The force of the kiss breaking her crooked nose a little, causing blood to spill down her face.

Your system is overwhelmed. Tongue pushing her own fluids into her mouth, wanting her to taste herself the way you are.

The crimson scene below you was a masterpiece as you pull apart giving her a breather.

Alas the view of art was broken when a crack of a smack landed against you. Out of breath and at a loss for words she still had enough strength to express her fury.

To be cheeky you lick her cheek wound before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

"Having fun?" you smirk as you grab her face, "I might let you live" you more so say to yourself than to her. A whimper left her lips prolonging the kiss.

Her hand finds yours, slowing trailing up your arm before gripping your shoulder and pushing you down.

"Anyone ever tell you that you're a bitch?" she groans as she trails kisses down your body. Fingers harshly invading you before you can respond. There was no prep outside of a glob of spit to your cunt before three thick fingers pushed themselves in.

The entrance was fast but her lace is slow. Curved fingers dragging inside of your pleading pussy.

Her bare chest pressed against yours, “a human ever fuck you?” She asks with a cocky grin, that only grew when you shook your head no.

Vi’s free hand holds your face, wanting to see every twitch in your face as she brings you to a brink of pleasure.

“Should I let you cum?” Her blood smeared lips ghost over your neck as she licks wet strips. Spots of blood mixing in the saliva.

Her tongue finds your bite mark. On the right side of your neck. It’s admitting a pheromone she can’t describe outside of heavenly. Slowly she bites into it, causing your clawed hands to scratch at her back.

Your orgasm crashes over you as her teeth sink into you, hard enough to make you bleed. It’s almost poetic.

She pulls away spitting the blood in her mouth into the grass.

“We’re even now.” She rises, looking like a blood soaked angel. Rain cascading down on her form.

“Need a place for the night?” You whisper, sprawled in the grass. Rain shaping your body and staining whatever piece of robe is on you. The water and blood trailing down your body.

“I do.” She says under breath, more mesmerized with you than focusing on reality. A murmur that she’ll say again and again.

She’s never leaving your side.

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A/n: y’all idk I think it was a lot but I fuck with it🧘🏿‍♀️ that was the last of the Vi’s y’all so not Grayson! YIPPIE YIPPIE YIPPIE, hope y’all enjoyed mwah xoxo

Dividers- @dollywons

Taglist: @bambishaven @femme-historian @highnfemme @5seos @artemisdreamfairie @ellabswife @pramspams @wiinterz @genetrxworld

You met Dan Heng back when he first traveled with the Mourning Actors, the two of you repressing your feelings because of your situations. But as you come back, you slowly realize you can’t keep it hidden for long.

Warnings: suggestive

Part one - part three

Being aboard the Astral Express was very different from traveling with the Mourning Actors, that much was for sure

For one, the crew truly cared about your presence. They constantly played games, hung out with each other, talked about the most mundane topics just because they could, and more

They truly felt like a connected family. If you were being honest, you felt very out of place.

Dan Heng was kind enough to say by your side until you got adjusted to everything. He was the one that knew you best, after all. And he knows how fast your social battery drains

It wasn’t because you were a vampire. It’s just… talking to people for hours on end was not your forte

Though you did freak the express crew out when Mr. Yang was talking about some history on a planet called earth and the Trailblazer would not shut up. They kept trying to talk to you and ask about your abilities and if the myths were true

Dan Heng could see you slowly getting fed up question by question

“And then when humans fought,” Mr. Yang talked endlessly, with the Trailblazer saying at the same time, “Is it true that you hate garlic? Do you drink specific types of blood? Can you turn into any animal of your choosing or does it depend on if you have to actually see the animal with your own eyes—“

They screeched and fell on their butt when you suddenly turned into a cauldron of bats, flying frantically around the Parlor Car. Himeko and March startled greatly, the latter clutching to the former in a death grip

Welt stepped back in surprise, clutching his cane tightly and trying to figure out how to deal with you

Pom-Pom yelled loudly about how you were getting the car messy because they just cleaned it

Dan Heng, used to things like this, simply walked in the middle of the freaked out bats, holding out his arm and waiting patiently for the colony to die down

Soon, many of them dispersed until only one flew around, chirping and squeaking before landing on his arm

You clicked, rubbing your head with your wing and wrapping them tightly around your fuzzy body, burying your head so you don’t have to look at the group any longer

The express’ guard gazed at the rest of the crew with a small grimace, “They get overstimulated easily.” Like the words were enough to explain

And they were, to your shock. Everyone seemed to understand and respected your boundaries afterward

You were eternally thankful to Dan Heng and even more to the crew for giving you space when you needed it, and keeping the Trailblazer under control so your bar dilemma wouldn’t happen again

But you did enjoy being a bat all so you could hang out in the archives with Dan Heng. The whirring of the electronics and the occasional flipping of pages were very soothing on your ears

You’d always hang upside down beneath his desk, chirping or sleeping there. He’d check up on you to make sure you were comfortable, even giving you belly rubs when he thought you were fast asleep

Other times you’d sleep in his lap, and he would stroke behind your ears to calm you. He was a very relaxing person, and that helped you immensely with getting adjusted to life on the express

Don’t worry! Even though it took you a while, you did become close with the rest of the crew. Close enough that it finally felt like you belong, even if it took a few planets to do so

They’d always be worried about you when you hadn’t had blood for a while. Welt and Trailblazer (surprisingly) would store extra blood bags for you in case a planet’s hospital wouldn’t have any

Himeko provided a safe space where no light from stars or suns shone bright enough to burn you. The trio (March, Dan Heng, and Trailblazer) actually loved hanging out with you in that room. You made it very homey and comfortable and it wasn’t as dark as they’d assumed. It was now the designated hang out spot. Congratulations

Pom-Pom would let you clean too! You were fast enough and a clean freak like them, so you were the only other person to help clean the cars. It was fun to hang out with them and listen to their stories too

Sometimes the trio would ask about your features out of curiosity. The Trailblazer learned to tone down their questions too. They asked about your fangs, how many animals you can turn into, how strong you were, all the works

While everyone was welcoming and nice, there were always bound to be some complications with your state

Like when the express arrived at a planet because they were low on supplies, you didn’t want to burden them further by asking for blood bags. Even if you ran out weeks ago and is barely surviving

Dan Heng had noticed your paler-than-usual state, and the fact that you were swaying on your feet

He took you aside into the archives, his hand holding your wrist before letting go to hold your neck and feel your weak pulse

“Did you eat?” He asked with concern, his eyes narrowed in that worried way, even as his expression stayed cool and controlled

You refused to meet his eyes, going as far as to purse your lips before shaking your head. “I didn’t want to bother you all.” You told him

He scoffed, “Bother us? You need to eat, you’re not bothering us just because you have a different diet.” He took off his coat, setting it aside and pulled down his turtleneck enough to show his collarbone

Your mouth went dry for entirely different reasons

“Here,” he braced himself against the desk behind him, his hand moving from your neck to the back of your head to pull you closer. You had to stop yourself from shivering when his fingers brushed against the hairs at the nape of your neck. “I can sustain you until we can get the supplies you need.”

You desperately tried to protest, even if it was a little weak, “No— I couldn’t, not from you…”

Dan Heng was insistent. He had that gleam in his face that told you he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Eat. Now. I won’t tell you again.”

Well how could you decline? He looked like he was halfway to pulling you closer and force feeding you and you wouldn’t mind at all

You moved closer, gazing at him one last time before sinking your fangs into the crook of his neck. You wanted to avoid major arteries, and you didn’t want to make the marks visible on his skin

But you also could not stop your cheeks from heating up when he took a shaking gasp, letting it out with a: “Mm…” and fluttering lashes

That nearly sent you into a frenzy.

Yeah, remember when I said you both had feelings you didn’t act on?

It was coming right back. All of that built up tension overflowing like water in a glass

You forced yourself not to do anything, only focusing on his blood flowing down your throat. It was delicious, if you were to be honest. Something similar to your favorite sensation, be it sweet or spicy, and feeling it coat your tongue

Goodness, it was difficult to break from him.

Maybe he was feeling the same thing too because his hands moved higher into your hair, giving it a gentle tug, “Slow down.” He said softly, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You nearly choked. Instead, your own hands moved down to his waist

Aeons, was he snatched? Well, you mean you noticed it in the past that he was more on the lean side, but you didn’t realize it was like this

This man was going to give you a heart attack. You don’t even know if vampires can get that, but he was sure as hell testing it!

His breaths became heavier, brushing against your pointed ear. You had to ignore him arching his back. That was a subconscious thing, he didn’t mean to, anyone would react to them getting their blood sucked by a vampire

His hand shook in your hair, the other rising to rest on your shoulder as he tilted his neck back against the shelf. His eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling faster than normal

It was probably because he was getting dizzy. Yes, that’s all it was, he was dizzy

“Greedy…” you heard him mumble, finally pulling at your hair to get you off him

You were positively heaving from the taste of his blood, no doubt your eyes a pure black, shiny and bright and probably made you look high

You probably were anyway

His thumb caught stray drops from your lips, cleaning it off

He stared, “You’re out of it, aren’t you?”

You didn’t nod. Your face said it all.

“It’s to be expected. You haven’t eaten for days, maybe weeks knowing you.” He tilted your head back up with his finger hooked under your chin when it was slowly falling, just to make sure you were looking at him. “You’re probably feeling the endorphins right now.”

You were not listening to a word this man was saying. All you heard were sounds and the fact that his lips were moving

“You know,” Dan Heng had that dangerous half-lidded gaze, “I’ve read in the archives that a vampire’s bite is a euphemism for a certain… activity that also releases endorphins to the brain. Is this true?”

Head empty, no thoughts, but you certainly answered that question. “Yes, it is.”

Silence. And then—

“I need more information about vampires,” his hand cupped your cheek, his body leaning into your own that still gripped to his waist. “Would you mind giving me a first hand account?” And he dared to do it while putting his legs on either side of your hips

Oh. You certainly wouldn’t.

As Blood Drips: Chapter 10

Summary: Some things aren't meant to stay hidden forever, you just wish your past could be one of them.

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma/abuse, alluded SA off screen, Blood, Forced vampire turning, WLW smut, MDNI, 18+, Fingering, Cunnilingus

A/N: I'm really glad y'all are loving this series. It's been one of my favorite projects. I'm glad @impossiblewolf is working on it with me.

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You never knew that you could get anywhere close to sleep until you felt yourself drifting off, wrapped in Olivia’s arms. Your eyes close and suddenly it was like the world around you came to a stop. You don’t even realize how much time has passed until you feel fingers making small circles on your back.

The sounds of Gotham at night were something you could never get used to. Even after a hundred odd years living here, you couldn’t bring yourself to tune out the heightened sounds of Gotham at night. When the night sky turned from a soft amber, into to a pitch black, you knew it was finally time for you to find some sort of dinner. You clutched the windowsill of your apartment and sprung up to the rooftop, observing the crowds for anyone out of place. Gotham was full of bad people so you took it upon yourself to.. cleanse it. You’d roam the city looking for any major dickheads, and when you inevitably found one well, they’d never hurt anyone again. You did it out of pure necessity. You spotted Some rapey frat boy- who you had heard bragging about drink spiking- separating from his group. He was definitely asking for it. That’s what you get from walking alone at night.

Within seconds of sinking your teeth into the supple neck of his squirming body the familiar euphoric feeling came back to you. This was the excitement you could only get from human blood. It just left you wanting more and more. Until the feeling of insatiable hunger was all you could think about. You looked up from the unconscious, now almost lifeless body, but the soft padding of footsteps had you pausing. If there’s one thing you weren’t it was risky. Though, you couldn’t decide what was worse; leaving a body almost completely drained of blood for anyone to see, or being caught with it.  Groaning you grabbed the body and zipped up to the roof top.

You clutched your dinner to your chest and relaxed against the cold tiles. It had been a while since you were able to just enjoy the cold air, the moonlight. The things you could only have during the night. Before you could resume your dinner you were interrupted by a man’s voice, that left your ears ringing.

“Hello, is anyone here?” The modulated voice felt like sandpaper against your ears.

You groaned, pushing the lifeless body off the roof and into the dumpster below. Whichever one of Batman’s minions is down there is lucky you were almost done eating. Stupid vigilantes. Posers. Well, you’d never actually met one, but hearing about them was enough for you to decide that you could beat their asses. Gotham was good for easy feeds, most of the time you didn’t even cover your tracks- you didn’t have to. There was always some sort of trouble, drug overdoses, gangs, and whatever goofy villain in face paint and a costume wanted to make things interesting. Not that the heroes dress any better. The first time you saw robin you actually laughed out loud.  They wear tight spandex like it’s a uniform. On the other hand there is Nightwing, he rights every wrong done in the costume world. The point is though, no one noticed a vampire running loose, especially one who knew how not to get caught.

You heard footsteps behind you before you felt them.

“Oh, hi there ma’am, you need any help getting down?”

Red Hood. Eh could be worse. You tried your best to look innocent before you faced him.

“Oh, no sorry, I was just enjoying the moonlight”

He nods his head in understanding. Or at least you think he does that big red helmet makes it hard to tell. You would be lying if you said you weren’t even the smallest bit intrigued by it all. Why hide? A group of heroes who tries as hard as they do to be noble, and never kill, and whatever, never even gets anything from it- no credit no nothing. It’s off putting- then again maybe you’re just selfish. Being alone for long enough would do that to you.

“We’re pretty high up are you sure-“ he cuts himself off with a pause and looks between you and the building, before he starts

“how’d you even get up here?”

You try to let out an innocent sounding giggle but it sounds closer to a scoff. “well I can’t tell you that can I, save some mystery for the rest of us mister hood.” 

He scoffs at that, a serious expression taking over his face

“look you don’t need to do anything stupid, how about I get you down safe and I’ll walk you home”

You paused at that. Oh. so he saw an angsty looking teenage looking person and thought they were gonna go bridge jumping. Typical. If you were gonna jump off of a rooftop you’d at least try to put on a show. Scream and yell, then take a leap of faith and pray that nightwing comes to your rescue. You examined him. He wasn’t too bad himself, his tight costume didn’t leave much up to the imagination. You silently scolded yourself, it wasn’t only your body that was stuck in 18yr old mode.

You scoffed “you think I’m suicidal?! God forbid a girl just wants to enjoy the moonlight. Can’t do anything in this city.” 

He groaned and to your surprise plopped down next to you.

“Tell me about it”

Your mind is reeling at a hundred miles per hour. You’re sitting next to some hero, no some random human boy. Who doesn’t have an inch of skin visible. A boy who probably has Batman listening to this conversation. If something were to happen, you could barely save yourself. This was dangerous. But whatever human part of you was left yearned for the interaction.

You sighed and looked into the moonlight, thinking of anything to say to break the somewhat peaceful silence. “had any werewolf attacks today?” You said gesturing to the full moon. You wanted to take it back as soon as you said it. Werewolves, really? How lame. You really made yourself look like a nerd in front of the only guy you’d talked to in a while.

Your overthinking was cut off by his chuckle - to your complete surprise.

“Nah got a couple vampires tho. They’re the easy ones.”

You felt your face fall and skin flush. He may as well have slapped you in the face with that comment.

Unluckily your reaction didn’t go unnoticed. His brows furrowed in concern under his helmet as he looked down at you.

“Kidding, you scared of vampires or something?”

A wave of relief washed over you. Ok, he was obviously joking. It was stupid to freak out. Why’d you even bring up werewolves again?

“You have no idea”

“Hm” he chirps “well we all have our fears I guess”

You thanked the good lord that he dropped it or you may as well have handed him the stake herself.

“What’s yours, fear I mean? I’d love to know what Gotham’s most fearsome vigilante is scared of- wait, wait lemme guess??”

He made a gesture with his hand for you to go on.

“Loose clothes”

He scoffed but before he could snap back you interrupted him. 

“no, wait is it like green goblin or, or wait no, I got it it’s something noble like not being able to save the evil villain who fucked you over you like 50 times”

He groans at the last comment putting his head- or  helmet in his hands.

“What? I got it didn’t I? Hey a girl who sits out here in the moonlight watching over the city doesn't miss much, If you know what I’m saying.” You say with a wink.

You immediately groan internally. Great now you’re winking at strange men. Why were you here again?

He buried his head in his hands showing a slither of his neck, bright red.  He was blushing.  As proud as you felt for embarrassing such a big man, the sight of his neck reminded you how hungry you were. You needed to eat. And if you didn’t leave here soon you wouldn’t be able to again until tomorrow night.

“So you’re coming for my job now?” he groaned, turning over to look you in the eyes. But instead of meeting your face there was nothing.

“Hey ma’am where’d you go?”

He leaned over the edge of the rooftop, but there was nothing. You didn’t jump while he wasn’t looking, you must have just left. No, that’s impossible he would’ve heard you. Did he imagine you being there at all? The thought was kinda terrifying? Was he really that pathetic? Groaning he stood up stretching out his legs. 

God he needed to get some human interaction.

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I couldn’t help but make my first real post here about vampires 🙈

But tvddd is just stuck in my brain. Although I don’t like the compulsion stuff so if I end up continuing this I don’t think I’ll add it in.

Wilted ~

Little idea I cooked up while rewatching young Dracula after realising how very little fics there are of my favourite man!

Warnings: none just pure fluffy headcannons about our favourite badboy vamp vlad

Pairing: Vladimir Dracula x reader

(Intended for fem! But there are no pronouns or mentions of anything except hair and it’s vague so… and also I’m not your mum so imagine it how you want)

Reader is a vampire! There are references to them being undead Vladimir is 16! None of this is intended to be sexual yes 16 is the age of consent in the uk and both vlad and reader are 16 but I do NOT write sexual content about minors.

♱ Vladimir is a gentle almost reverent lover he knows himself and he knows his power but oh heavens above is he powerless when you’re around.

♱ Every week a new bouquet of barely wilted roses finds its way into the glass vase on your windowsill and upon gently touching the petals you realise they aren’t wilted instead.. dried. Preserved. And regardless on whether or not these roses are actually rotting and dead they are on rotation switched out always tied with a silk ribbon in your favourite colour .

♱ The castle, although not his favourite place, is one of your routine hangout spots. Sitting on the roof eating the sweets vlad had never been allowed in his youth and moon-gazing, a Bloody Mary in your hand making you smile at the irony with every sip. Easing into what you think will be the perfect night with your love before Ingrid whisks you away to ask your opinion on something.

♱ His cotton sheets are always warm despite his cool skin and even though you both lack warmth usually lying in bed together is often where you feel human again, human again in his arms.

♱ Both of your hearts stopped beating at sixteen but sometimes you swear that with him your heart flickers to life for just a second a mere moment in time when he smiles at you from across the table at dinner, or when your eyes blink open in the morning to see his eyes already memorising the look you had on your face moments prior.

♱ “darling” it’s always soft, always meaningful. Your name is how he calls on you with respect but some moments, call more for reverence than regard. “Dove” it’s a gentle murmur before he gently strokes your cheek his wallowing eyes melting down every guard you have.

♱ It was never about looks to him but oh how he loves to watch your eyes light and your lips tilt when he uses a cheesy pick up line “even the undead blush when you smile at me like that” he lives for the bubbly giggles you let out as you hit his shoulder

♱ “vlad it’s bedtime” a soft groan leaves your lips “mhm” beats of silence ring but you can still feel the gentle presses of his soft lips against the inside of your wrists, neck the back of your hand and your jawline “Vladimir please” you hum “okay okay, fine bedtime” he smirks as he pulls you onto his chest hands gently relaxing against your scalp as his fingers subtly carded through your hair.

♱ “i love you” isn’t enough for vlad god forbid you utter a “love you”. Vladimir refuses to profess anything less than his undying love whenever he sees fit. “Eternally” his voice is hoarse his head resting on your knee “yours, eternally yours, I love you” your kind smile makes the eyes that look up gloss over when they meet yours “I am.. eternally devoted. Truly I am a man starved and you.. are the ambrosia I crave” he trails off as he presses kisses to your inner thigh. it’s cheesy but god do you feel your undead pulse jump at his words “whatever you say vlad”

♱ I’m writing this minutes before I need to go to bed for a 8:45am class tmr :p ♱

Medieval (optional) Older Knight!Hobie x Vampire Queen R

R has to deal with her undead court, but her knight in blackened armor keeps distracting her from her duties 🌝

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VAMPIRE AU AND MEDIEVAL AU?! OWNDOSNDISKD I hope you like it!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader except for clothing, vampire AU, vampire! Reader, older! Hobie, medieval AU, cw blood and violence mention, fluff!

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Your courtier’s voices strike a cord within you, ears ringing from their numerous complaints as they point and put the blame on each other. You’re irked, rightfully so when you half expected to have a quieter day, especially after the sweetness you woke up to in your coffin. Strong yet familiar arms that enveloped around you, and a warm comforting breath fanning your nape as you feel him breathe and hear his heart thrumming under his chest. When you’re with him, you feel alive, but the nobles of your court make it harder to feel that way even when the person you long for the most is standing by the large marble doors.

Cw: vampire turning as an allegory for rape (but no actual SA, just symbolism), and reader being horrible.

John Price could recall making many mistakes over his lifetime. The biggest was turning you.

He'd been in love with you, see, had planned to tell you, court you properly. But then he'd come across you whilst hunger itched at his fangs, while his eyes burned red and his senses were hyper, on edge. He could hear the blood rushing through your veins like thunderous waves in his ears.

He couldn't control himself. One moment he was staring at you, the next—

Blood. So much blood. Your throat had been wounded, deep, gaping holes leaking sluggishly; clothes ripped and torn, hair a mess, eyes glassy as they stared up at the dark sky, unseeing.

(You could still remember it. Back then the worst thing you thought could happen to a woman was rape, but this was so much worse.

He'd taken from you all the same, stripped you of your mortality and humanity, pricked you with sharp teeth and took, took, took; draining you dry.

In a way, he had, hadn't he? Reaped you of what made you you, stolen your freedom before disappearing into the night.)

John had turned you. He hadn't even been thinking when he did, regret guiding his motions.

He wishes he'd been of a clearer mind. Maybe then you'd be able to rest.

You were bitter. Bitter and horrid and vengeful, because what else was left to you? Taken and ruined and turned into something unnatural.

Food was ashes in your mouth, sunlight far away, unable to truly warm you, forced to be a murderer lest you starve and go mad.

What kind of life was this?

The worst part was that you couldn't even die.

Every vampire had an ability unique to them. Yours was that you were immune to everything. Garlic didn't make your throat swell up and burst into hives, sunlight shined on you normally, a stake through the heart bounced off your skin– hell, even other vampires couldn't kill you. You'd know. You'd begged them to.

You were the true immortal amongst immortals. Never able to die, never able to be killed.

You hated it. And in that hate, everything about you twisted and turned, bitterness all that remained.

When John returned to bring you to his coven, to teach you their ways, you'd fought them off and ran, refusing to be with any other leeches if you could help it.

It wasn't until the London Massacre of 1222 that John truly regretted turning you. He should've known when he'd seen that look of pure, seething hatred in your eyes that you wouldn't go quietly, wouldn't fade into the background like a woman scorned would.

No. That would be asking too much.

In late 1222, you forcefully turned over a hundred men into vampires and unleashed them onto the city. They hadn't been random, but criminals, freed from their cells and enjoying their newfound power and freedom.

John's coven had been the ones to end them, to clean up the mess. God, he could still remember all the bodies. The women, the children– how could you do this? The village girl he'd once been besotted with would've never done this!

But that girl died the night he drained her. All that was left was you.

They never found you. You weren't at the Massacre, and whenever you replicated this attack over the centuries, you weren't around then either. Always far, far away, evading capture.

The worst part is that even if they captured you, what could they do? You couldn't be killed. They knew that much.

As the centuries passed, you tried to fill the years.

You learned every language, current and dead; you learned every cuisine and recipe despite being unable to taste them; you read every book there was, an ever increasing number thank God; learned every subject there was...

The hobbies and skills piled up and up, unending, anything you could learn you did, anything to pass the time. The infinite, immeasurable time.

After all, you had eternity, you had to fill it up somehow.

During that time, your ire never died. It lived within you, a twisting, curdling creature. Any whisper of John's name would make it spit and hiss, and you'd find yourself back in that moment, teeth in your throat and failing to save yourself.

Oh, how you hated that man.

It was while you were sitting in the sun, enjoying it as much as you could, that one of your vampires came to you.

Vladimir had been born during the height of the Imperial Period in Russia, and ever since you turned him, had been a good comrade to you.

"They say he has a family." He tells you. "A daughter."

Your eyes snap open, rage beginning to stir.

A daughter? How? Vampires couldn't have children. You'd know, you'd spent centuries...

Unconsciously cupping your belly, you looked at him.

"How?"

"Half-human. A one in a hundred chance." He shrugs. "We're all still trying to figure it out ourselves."

"... huh." You said simply, head cocking as your mind began to race with all the different ways you could destroy John Price's newfound happiness.

John slammed open the door only to freeze at the sight before him.

The window was open, curtain swaying in the breeze. The rocking chair creaked, his daughter gurgling as you held her.

He whispered your name, pleading, urgent, but you just shushed him.

"Come now, Price. Surely you don't think I'd kill a child?" You ask coyly.

He eyed your nails digging into Leah's little throat, and felt only fear.

"Oh right, I would." Your expression turned cold. "So, tell me, why shouldn't I do it?"

His breath stuttered, and he tried inching forward, only to freeze when your grip ever-so-slightly tightened.

"From the kindness of your heart–"

"Nonexistent."

He swallows. "Because she's innocent–"

"Innocents die all the time." You say simply, staring at him, never blinking, just looking at the man who'd ruined you. "And wasn't I innocent before you forced yourself on me?"

He tries again, saying anything he thinks will appeal to whatever remains of your conscience.

Finally, your patience snaps.

"Why did you turn me all those years ago?" You ask, the question having always been on your mind. After all, just how cruel could he be to force this life on you?

"... because I loved you."

You stop.

"No."

"I did." He nods. "I didn't mean to attack, I lost control, and– and I couldn't lose you, so I turned you."

You stared. Your pupils were pinpricks.

"... all this time... my personal hell... was because you 'loved' me?" You tilt your head, Leah whining as your grip increases. "If you truly loved me, you would've let me died!"

You stood abruptly, holding his baby by the neck.

"Catch."