synopsis: you knew that it was going to be taxing to teach a newbie vampire how to manage the new side effects of his immortality. what you hadn’t known was that dick grayson was an incredibly stubborn individual when he was hungry. and to make matters worse: he was absolutely clueless to vampire culture.
wc: 1.5k
warnings: talk of blood and consumption of blood, blood sharing between vampires being compared to being something like sex
request: no
a/n: a lot of the vampire information here i’ve referenced/taken from the vampire diaries, because i watched that show too many times lol. also, this was only supposed to be a drabble, but it got longer than intended😭 i’m probably going to make a jason version too!!! or at least a different kind of vampire!jason drabble (hopefully acc one this time)
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“Slow down, Newbie! You don’t want to drain her within a minute, do you?” Dick hadn’t even heard your snarky remark at first, too engrossed in the addictive taste of warm blood finally reaching his desperate lips.
Hunched over the limp woman you had compelled to stay still and quiet, he felt a violent kind of irritation bubble up in the cavern of his chest. His newfound urges had made it much easier to tick him off.
He didn’t want to part from his little snack. Not after weeks of only drinking cold blood out of sterile plastic bags. Fresh blood tasted better. It was only natural that he preferred it. Drinking straight from the source would always send a different kind of thrill through a vampire.
And still, Dick leaned back obediently.
His chest was heaving, droplets of blood already slipping past the corners of his stained lips. Turning to glare at you over his shoulder, his impatience was as clear as day. This was exactly the reason why you’d wandered into this dark alleyway only after the clock had struck twelve.
Recently turned vampires could never control their bloodlust. Dick wasn’t an exception. He had a long way to go. But you would teach him. Even if Dick had been very vocal about his distaste for your particular methods.
You were the one to instruct him to keep his hands off the real stuff for the time being. Instead, you shared your supply of hospital blood bags with him. You’d go hunting once he was ready; that was what you assured him of.
The first time you told him that you were going hunting, he was elated. Then you had dragged him to a forest and made him feed from a deer. “Don’t pull that face. You aren’t ready to drink from a human yet. You would rip them apart in seconds with how pathetic your control over your bloodlust is,” you had said.
And Dick? He had hissed at you. Big mistake.
You—a much older, more experienced vampire, who had frankly only taken pity on this helpless charity case of a newbie—had slammed him against one of the oak trees in the forest. The rough bark of the wood had dug into his back when you had hissed in his face then, your eyes gaining a red hue with dark veins growing beneath them like roots. “I’m playing nice, Richard. Hiss at me again, and find out what happens.”
Ergo, Dick knew that listening to you was in his best interest. After all, you were the expert, and you had spent weeks trying to help him already.
If he hadn’t been so goddamn hungry, he would’ve surely shown himself to be more grateful to you.
Arms crossed over your chest, you looked down at Dick, who was still crouching to drink from the woman’s neck. “You need to control your hunger, Dick. If you want to go unnoticed and continue living your life normally in Blüdhaven, you need to learn how to drink from humans without leaving no drop of blood in their bodies. Got it?”
Dick really wanted to listen, wanted to learn. But that was hard, when his entire being was screaming for more of the red liquid still leaking from the two punctured dots on the blonde woman’s neck. “Yes,” he gritted out.
You sighed, exhausted from the dramatics newbie vampires would never fail to showcase due to their heightened emotions after turning. Nodding your head in the direction of the woman, you told him, “All right, good. That’s enough now.” Dick was about to cut in and tell you that he was still starving, but you had already crouched down beside him before he could. Looking into the hazel eyes of the woman, you compelled her to leave, address her wound, and forget this ever happened.
Dick watched the way your pupils dilated, while you effortlessly commanded his late-night meal to do as you pleased. He hadn’t quite mastered the art of compelling humans yet, but that was a lesson for another day.
You ignored the way Dick was staring at you while the woman repeated your command dazedly before getting up to walk away. “What?” you snapped at him, sharp eyes turning in his direction now. Why did you bother with helping him again? At least he was pretty to look at.
“Why did you send her away? I’m dying of thirst! I— I need more blood!” Dick’s breathing was erratic, eyes wide with emotion. Tongue sweeping over your lips, you took him in carefully. Pebbles of blood were falling from his chin onto the pavement, inky black hair disheveled, his hands shaking like tree leaves in the autumn wind.
It was like he was on a high from drinking warm blood from a person again. Well, great, that surely made it easier to reason with the pent-up man.
“You already drank a lot of her blood. If you had kept going, she would’ve likely not survived the night.” His eyebrows furrowed. Like a brat, he huffed, before sputtering to reply, “Well, we— we could have just given her some of our blood to heal her!” You shook your head. Dick was lucky to have you, because he was thinking far too simplistically about this—being reckless and dumb.
“No, Dick, we couldn’t have. Or, moreover, shouldn’t! I’m not risking the possibility of that woman dying in the next twenty-four hours and turning into a vampire, who, by the way, would remember what we compelled her to do.” A roll of your eyes later, you beckoned him to move. “Now get up, Dick. We still need to clean up your mess.”
Dick slowly rose from the ground, before walking to stand right in front of you. The crazed look in his eyes had softened into one that was almost pleading as he looked down at you now. “I will clean up the blood myself, I swear. I just— Please, I need more. Just a little. Can’t— can’t you give me some of your blood?”
You looked at him as though he had just said something absolutely incredulous, and Dick was seriously beginning to struggle with understanding why you were being so hard on him. He was only asking for some more blood.
“No! Of course not!” Your exclamation of denial sounded more like a shriek with how shocked you sounded by his suggestion. “Why?!” Dick threw his hands up in the air, exasperatedly. You let out an unbelieving scoff.
Willing yourself to be patient, you explained to him what exactly he was proposing, “Blood sharing between vampires is considered to be… personal. It’s not something you just choose to do on a whim, okay?”
If his facial expression was any indication, he still hadn’t understood what you meant. You exhaled while looking up at the sky, like it held the answer you needed to make this naive rookie get it into his thick skull. “It’s intimate. You… you must have unquestionable trust for that to—”
“I do! I trust you, fully. Please, only a few drops.”
It was never just a few drops.
And yet, you found yourself giving in to it anyway.
So here you were, squeezing your eyes shut as Dick drank from your wrist like it was the endless fountain of his bliss. His head rested on your chest as your hands cradled him. “Hah, Dick,” you spoke breathlessly.
It felt like your skin was burning up, every nerve in your body set alight. If your heart could have still beaten at all, Dick would have heard its thunder right about now.
This is exactly what you meant.
To vampires, blood sharing was like baring your soul to one another. It was almost like a purer form of sex.
His lips were still attached to your skin when a muffled moan came from him. He gripped your arm even tighter now, like he feared that you speaking up meant that you would pull away from him. Dick wasn’t ready for that yet.
Soft strands of his dark hair tickled your exposed skin as he nuzzled himself further into your embrace. Like it pained him to do so, he pulled his bloodied mouth only an inch away from your wrist.
“So— so good! Mmph— I need more, need you—”
Oh, Dick was too far gone by now. But so were you, completely swept up in the heat of the moment. And honestly, how could you say no to this when your pretty apprentice was begging for you so sweetly? How could you reject him after he had told you that he needed you?
You said you would show him the ropes. You’d promised him that you would teach him what it meant to be a vampire, and to thrive on it.
This was also a part of that, wasn’t it? Perhaps this was just a more hands-on approach to the learning process.
Either way, Dick had no complaints about your methods this time. And neither did you about his performance.
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There is no way in hell that you cannot convince me that this look was an active choice of Dick’s to wear.
He either already owned this costume, which is a whole other conversation, or…
Dick Grayson, upon becoming king of the vampires, bought the most cliche vampire clothes he could find. And that is simply the most Dick “too dramatic to leave his room on Christmas” Grayson move if I’ve ever seen one
…vampire!jason thoughts… you must provide them im desperate…. -🐞
(ik you probably expected #real smut, honestly i did too but this ended up turning into a whole bunch of lore/headcanons/whatever tf. i'm so sorry bae cw: talks of consuming blood)
you ask, you shall receive. i've been thinking about jason and dick as vampires in relation to each other, so this'll be a post about both of them just for the sake of comparisons. also, in my mind, this au takes place during the 19th century because i've conflated vampirism with the victorian era, and it's also no capes in regards to vigilantism bc vampires do love a good cape.
in this victorian era, vampire au dick would be either a nobleman or straight up royalty. he's got status, money, and a pretty face, and he uses them all to his advantage when it comes to feeding. you know in the originals or itwtv when they host an event that's actually a cover for them finding their next meal? yeah, he does that. he flirts with all of the ladies, plays into his charms, and sweeps women off their feet. and at the end of the night (sometimes even mid-ball), he coaxes them upstairs and ravishes them, sometimes in more ways than one.
i think for dick feeding is something he can have fun with, knowing that he holds such a high ranking in society that when bodies of people he's been seen with show up around town, people turn a blind eye. and even when someone does try to investigate, the wayne family checking account talks enough to shut down anything beyond a questioning.
in many pieces of media surrounding vampires, there are people who know about vampires and choose to feed them their blood. there's a bunch of lore that explores the idea that a vampire bite is almost orgasmic and kind of addictive, which is why some people are more than willing to put themselves in harm's way by either being employed by vampires or by straight up just throwing themselves into a vampires line of sight with open wounds.
with that being said, i think dick grayson likes the chase. i think that even if his father (bruce, who is also a vampire in this au because vampire families are just superior) has people on his payroll to provide blood for them, he's going to go out on his own to flirt a bit, get laid, and then have his fill.
which brings me to my next point; while feeding, like sex, is an intimate act, it's far from necessary for dick to need an emotional connection with a person he feeds off of or even a physical one. sex and feeding are related but not totally synonymous, and if he needs to just feed or just get his rocks off, he can. is it preferred? maybe not. i believe he does like the mess that comes with doing both at the same time.
ok so for jason, ugh so obsessed with him as a vampire because i think it's so in line with his canon story. in a lot of vampire lore, to become a vampire, you have to consume the blood of a vampire and either die or be on the brink of death, which is just so. it's so jason dying and being revived by the lazarus pit coded. and even the way he inevitable that he will spill blood post-revival in both this vampire au and his canon storyline…it's almost prophetic.
anyway, jason's approach to vampirism is quite different. i think he struggles with it no matter how long he's been one. he can't fully grasp that he's immortal; he looks in the mirror and sees that he hasn't aged a day and he feels sick. being a vampire for him feels like a curse and he only continues living because he's scared to die (again).
he doesn't stay anywhere too long, typically hopping from town to town in the middle of the night when less people are around. he believes himself to be out of place amongst normal people and he's paranoid that people can smell the iron on his breath when he talks to them so he makes it a point to have minimal interaction with people.
it's crippling, he drives himself mad with the solitude, but i feel like another reason why he continues to stay alive is to spite his creator, whoever that may be. he's most definitely got an agenda, in true jason fashion. i just don't know what it is yet.
he feeds only when he needs to but tries not to let the hunger get too intense because i do feel like when he loses control, he's the stefan salvitore type. a ripper. but he's pretty good about it and is almost polite when he's feeding? like he finds a victim and says i'm sorry before just absolutely tearing into their jugular.
i just really think he grapples with his own mortality, or lack thereof, and how it exists at the expense of others. so he is genuinely ashamed of who he is and what he's become. so, while blood drinking is something he needs to survive, it holds a lot of weight for him, which is why i think drinking blood and sex are pretty equal for him when it comes to intimacy level.
that brings me to my MAIN point (which isn't really a main point because it's being reduced to a small paragraph at the end of this post), all of that was background for this, eek. the act of drinking blood during sex is so. big. for him, it's eye-opening, life-changing. the amount of trust required on both ends for this to happen…at that point, it's basically end game for you two. and it's so funny because that's just a normal tuesday for dick.
anyway, i do have more thoughts and more lore, but this got really long, so i'll cut it off here
DC's vampire comic was bad not because Dick Grayson was the villain, but because Dick Grayson lost in the end. He should have won and that is on that.
So true, he deserved to win, especially when his justification for killing was like, "Well you eat innocent cows and chickens that never did anything, I eat vicious people." Lmao
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I forgot to repost these Vampire!Dick artworks on my new blog, so here they are! Babyboy is so pretty and scared (even if he tries to pretend he's not) 💚
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Am I the asshole?
Me, 29m just wants my boyfriend 27m to eat, but he won't! And it not a disorder, trust me I looked into it and finally had to corner him to ask why he won't drink the blood I'm offering him. He's afraid I'll die! Hello??? Speedster here?? I can superheal that's the other part of my abilities! Also rude to think I can't fight him off, he's very ticklish, I would survive.
I even tried blood substitutes! Slade blood makes sense, even I wouldn't be that's desperate, he won't drink animals blood because his son, 13m, won't drink animals blood anymore after a cow, and he won't drink stolen blood bank blood! I'm running out of options!! He has to eat, vampire do have to eat right? That's what Google, fanfics, and twilight told me... Oh fuck... Maybe I am the asshole!?
I'll just corner my boss who is his father and get the information out of him!
Edit: no go, I think my boyfriend can't eat without anxiety, HOW DO I FIX THAT??? VAMPIRE THERAPY???
