#vampire!bellamy

Blood Mention (obviously, this is a vampire au)

Those warm, soft, sweet brown eyes reflecting a sharp red in the moonlight and fangs??? Yes please.

Not to mention those adorable boyish curls he likes to hide behind because you know he hates having to drink blood.

Can you imagine if you offered to let him drink you??? If he could blush he'd be bright red.

Then his nose is gently running up your collarbone, fangs just barely grazing your skin, while his cold fingers oh so softly tuck your hair out of the way.

"You're sure about this?" He whispers, lightly pressing kisses to your pulse, looking up at you with those doe eyes.

When you nod, one of his hands cradles the back of your neck, and, trying to be as soft as possible, he sinks those beautiful fangs into your neck.

And he moans at your taste.

He starts pulling you as close as he can, nails digging into your skin. He can't get enough and it's almost impossible for him to pull away, until you pass out in his arms.

When you wake up you're weak, your neck is bandaged, and he is inconsolable. Terrified to touch you, terrified to hurt you again. And no matter what you say he just shakes his head.

"I almost killed you, Y/n," he finally allows his fingers to graze your cheek, "I'm not doing that again... not to you."

If you don't mind the risk, you can manage to talk him down by reassuring him that you'd rather it be you he drinks from than some rando innocent. And let him know you appreciate the closeness and intimacy of it all.

After feeding on you he gets really soft, making sure you're okay and not in any serious pain. He'll hold you close and press light kisses to your bandaged throat, whispering soft apologies for any pain it did cause you.

Making sure you get something to eat and drink. Then letting you fall asleep on his chest, wrapped securely in his arms. And he let's his cheek rest against the top of your head, keeping you safe while you rest.

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🎃 Bellarke A Discovery of Witches Au

Ni muer ni viu ni no guaris, Ni mal no·m sent e si l’ai gran, Quar de s’amor no suy devis, Ni no sai si ja n’aurai ni quan, Qu’en lieys es tota le mercés Que·m pot sorzer o decazer.”

Not dying nor living nor healing, there is no pain in my sickness, for I am not kept from her love. I don’t know if I will ever have it, for all the mercy that makes me flourish or decay is in her power.

OH MY GOSH THANK YOU FOR THIS BECAUSE IT HAS CONSUMED MY THOUGHTS! 

I am actually outlining a fic for this as we speak, but would LOVE to read anyone else’s interpretation too! Thanks for this anon, at least now I know if i do write it at least one person will be interested :-)