#vampire!shiro

“How considerate of you to deliver yourself to my table,”

Dudessss. If ya’ll are still here for stories, you’re literally the best humans. I think it’s been months, what with mental health issues followed by the corona (because of course I would be “essential personnel” and of course they increased our weekly hours to over 50) followed by the start of the semester, but I’ve been working on this off and on for a few weeks now, as well as some original stuff. So if you guys are interested in my original works, lemme know and I’ll post some of it. Who knows maybe it’ll motivate me to actually finish one of my books.

Also, this is super rough, so be nice to me. I’m playing around with some ideas here, so feedback is appreciated, and let me know if you want more of this au cause I haven’t decided anything with it yet.

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           Here’s the thing. The gods are real. Or at least someone’s gods. Or maybe they’re just god-like? Anyway, some clarification. Everyone agrees that these aren’t like any of the gods we recognize. They don’t quite match any of our religions (and boy did that infuriate Lance’s grandmother), and they weren’t like Zeus, or Anubis, or Odin, or any others we know of from legends. In fact, they’re more like the monsters of myths.

             And even further, they’re absolute dicks.

             With all their incredible power, they thought it would be prudent to impart some of their stupid gifts to us mere mortals, and in the process, they ruined Lance’s life.

             See, only a small percentage of humans were given a gift. Most of them were young adults, some teenagers. Supposedly some children will manifest as they mature, but the short of it was, Lance was the only one in his family to get one. Most of his family tried to be understanding and sympathetic about it, but some were jealous, others wary, and all of them were making Lance feel more alone than ever before.

              At least his best friend kinda understood. He’d been blessed by the shifter-god (as in god-who-can-shift, not god-that-shifters-worship). A fairly common gift by now, but still a useful one. Not to mention how cool it was. But, Hunk’s girlfriend Shay had been blessed, too, and was currently in attendance at the new Supernatural school with Hunk and Lance. Since the first day, the perfect couple had easily been able to make friends with the other students in their sections, even their dorms. Most still startled around Lance, but he was becoming used to that. One of these exceptions was a girl named Pidge. Well, her name was actually Katie, but she preferred to go by Pidge. She and her brother were geniuses, so they were great with Hunk and Shay, and tolerant of Lance, but he’d take what he could get.

              Besides, Pidge and her brother Matt – technopaths – were almost impossible to mock, because they were actually childhood – best – friends with Lance’s roommates, the hotshot vampire powerhouse couple of the school. Usually, students were grouped by their gift; in the dorm, they were for their comfort and safety. So far, the three of them were the exception. Of course, because the gods apparently hated Lance, he was one of those, because he was one of the only non-vamps in the dorms. Due to the nature of their existence, people naturally sough to avoid vampires, and they responded by forming their own nests, once again, carefully excluding Lance. Because even at a school of freaks, weirdos, and the powerful, Lance was of the worst.

              Lance was a necromancer.

              A surprise to his family and to Hunk, because they always referred to him as a sunshine boy, always commented on his happy, goofy nature and attitude. Even with the dark nature of the gift, Lance remained his cheerful self – for the most part – for the first few months, but the constant abuse and isolation was starting to wear on him, and Lance knew it. He just couldn’t tell if he cared. No one else did, right? His old friends were having the time of their lives. Even Hunk had yet to see past the mask Lance had taken on. All the other students were content to ignore or mock him, and even Lotor, the only other necromancer at the school, was enjoying the process of crushing Lance, both in the classroom and out. Lance was barely surviving.

              And honestly, he probably wouldn’t be if it weren’t for his roommates. As fuckin’ weird as they were, even for vampires they had been kinder and more aware of Lance and his challenges than anyone else lately. When Lance was too drained physically and emotionally to go down for dinner, Keith brough t tray of food up to him, full of only human food and none of the blood the vampires included in their meals. And Lance hadn’t missed how Shiro sometimes was there to help Lance to and from classes, cheerfully carrying on a very one-sided conversation and effectively ensuring that Lance didn’t feel alone all the time. And even when they were alone in their dorm room studying, both of them did their level best to keep Lance included in their discussions. They refused to let him hide in his bedroom, which he had all to himself, as the previously assigned roommate refused to live with a necromancer. Instead, they dragged him out to the common room to study and then watch movies with them. Literally, Keith dragged him kicking and screaming that first time.

              Sometimes, Lance wished that they weren’t so determined to draw him out and be his friend. Like now, for example.

Sometimes, Shiro will announce a mandatory movie night and sleepover – seriously, having primarily nocturnal roommates was weird – and Lance always tried to duck into his room. Or sneak back out once they were wholly engaged in whatever movie they chose.

“Lance,” Shiro spoke with utter calm, but Lance froze as if he’d been threatened. While Shiro didn’t look up from his movie, Keith did, making direct contact with Lance, who bit his lip and glanced at the den and then looked back at Keith. Keith raised an eyebrow. “Bat got your tongue, Lance?”

              It took him a minute, but Lance found his voice. Not that it was gonna do him any good. “Ummm… I just… have some homework to finish, so…”

              “That would mean that when you said you were done at dinner, you lied,” Keith observed. Shiro reached for the remote. “Pull it out here, then, I have some reading I could do, too.”

              Lance looked horrified at the thought of ruining their plans. He floundered, “No! Uh, you don’t have to do that! I can study on my own, it’s fine!” But Shiro was grabbing their books now, Keith watching Lance carefully. “Okay! Fine! I don’t have any homework!”

              Shiro brightened immediately. “Good! Then c’mere so we can finish the movie; I wanna see how it ends!” How the hell could this giant, terrifying creature of the night be such a pup???

              Lance managed a weak smile at the sight, “Well, I’ve already seen it, so I’ll probably just go to bed, but you guys should definitely stay and watch!” He shot a wary look at Keith, who was shaking his head.

              “Lance, you’re just as nocturnal as we are. Nearly all your classes are at night. And you’re a night owl, anyway. So what’s the big deal?”

              “Don’t you guys ever get sick of it?” Lance finally burst out.

              Shiro and Keith looked at him cautiously. “What are you talking about, Lance?”

              “Come on, Shiro, look at me! The Reaper and all that bull, there’s no way you guys actually want to spend time with me! And even if you did, don’t you ever want just some time with Keith? Well, I’m trying to give that to you, except you guys won’t let me just leave so that I can leave you to it, and oh my God you probably hate me so much for taking up so much of your time, and I can’t believe I did this to you I’m so sorry, I-I just, I can’t, ugh, just let me—” But before Lance could dart for the door, Keith caught hold of his wrist, his own abilities coming in handy to keep ahold of Lance, even as the pictures on the walls and lamps rattled dangerously as Lance’s own powers spiked, black fog seeping out from beneath him. Lance’s eyes were tightly squeezed shut, and Shiro was careful as he approached and put a hand on Lance’s arm.

              “Lance. We like spending time with you, promise.”

Sheith | Vampire au | explicit | ch 4 | 12k

excerpt

Shiro’s tone is careful, deceptively placid when he asks, “Are you sure?”

Silently, Keith steps towards him, locking eyes with a slow shake of his head, floorboards creaking under his weight. “Just don’t—” he swallows at the black of Shiro’s pupils, already feeling their pull. “—No thrall, okay.”

The nails of Shiro’s hand are lengthening to points as he moves as well. Drawing up until he’s directly in front of Keith and trailing his fingers down the bare of Keith’s arm to wrap them around his delicate wrist.

There’s a hammering in Keith’s throat, the lump so big he can hardly breathe. He watches as Shiro runs a thumb along bluish veins connecting hand to arm, imagines the throbbing of his blood like a visible pulse. When he lifts his eyes it’s to see pearly fangs descending, glistening with saliva that end in wicked looking peaks.

Lover’s Kiss (AO3 Link)

Lance relaxed into the messed up sheets and shoved his face into the cloud-like pillows. He looked forward to waking up in these comfortable blankets every morning. It beats the cold and dirty ground that he once had to sleep on for almost a year. Now, he was in a cozy room surrounding by expensive items, lying in the comfiest bed in existence. And it would only cost him a small price that was more of a bonus to him.

The door behind him opened with a creak and closed with a click. He didn’t turn to face Shiro and instead focused on burrowing himself deeper into the bed. There was shuffling behind him, and the bed dipped as Shiro sat down next to Lance.

I wanted to bring Shiro into the Adventure Time AU, but couldn’t find a logical way to do that???

Lance woke up feeling cotton-headed and bleary-eyed. No matter how hard he tried to focus, he couldn’t remember anything since meeting the two gorgeous vampires. Sure, they’d been starving, but he had been in a similar situation and he was totally willing to be their last meal, if needed. He’d even made sure his friends were safe before he headed the hunters off. He’d been hoping when he headed towards the woods that he would get the chance to hunt, but the hunters had been faster than expected. Forcing him to constantly move was very effective in starving him out, and the church had really been a last-ditch effort. It was an old one, primarily used by witches from the town, but the magic was old. The witches had been driven out months before. It was honestly a miracle Lance and his friends had lasted as long as they had. He figured if he was gonna die, he could at least die well-rested. And dry. It smelled like rain was coming.

 But the real question was… Why wasn’t Lance dead? After feeding those vampires, he was as good as. And… where were his clothes? No way it was a full moon already… right? Or had he really lost that much track of time while starving? He caught a scent, somehow still incredibly delicious though thoroughly dead, and he tried to scramble to his feet, but it seemed he still lacked the strength to do so. One of the vampires from earlier moved to catch him, the scent creating a beautiful sunburst of light in his mind, reminding him of hunts with his pack, fun-filled afternoons with his friends, happy childhood memories. Lance whimpered.

 The other vampire came to his other side, working with his friend to help Lance to a nearby pew. “Shhh, shh. You’re okay. You’re safe. You’re fed.” A questioning growl slipped through Lance’s throat, and he cringed, regretful that he couldn’t seem to form real words and had to resort to such primal ways of communication, but they didn’t seem offended.

 Instead, the first vampire tossed his head, aiming to get his white floof of hair out of his face, and chuckled quietly. “Promise, you’re just fine. I just think we gave you a little too much to eat, sorry about that.” The other moved to push him back so he was laying on the bench as he continued, “You were just so generous, letting us feed from you, and there are hunters around and we couldn’t just leave you to starve or get caught, so we took you to the woods with us—”

 “Hunting animals is a lot harder than I thought it would be, but we managed okay between the two of us.” This shorter, younger vampire (and he was younger, Lance’s head was clearing a little now and he could tell from his scent) sounded irritated, but he also looked amused, so. Lance was just gonna go with amused for now.

 “Right, and we hunted for you and you were too weak to do much at first, but as soon as you smelled the fresh blood, I think, you transformed—”

 “Does transforming hurt, by the way? Because it looked like it hurt.” Lance thought he smelled nervousness coming off of this vamp, but the floof guy settled a large hand on his shoulder and he calmed almost instantly.

 “You transformed and kinda went crazy on the deer we caught. And we didn’t know how much was too much, or even if it was okay to try and stop you, so you might have gorged yourself and then passed out, so we just brought you back here and waited for you to slip back into this form…” And here he hesitated, but his partner had no qualms.

 “You do know the full moon was four days ago, right?”

 And damn it, because if that was true, then Lance was in trouble. He leapt up from the pew, but Shiro and Keith caught him in an ironclad hold before he could run out of the church and probably to his death. “Guys, guys, I was supposed to meet my friends ages ago, you gotta let me go!” But he knew he was struggling in vain. The vampires had had more time to settle and regain their strength, and from the sounds of it, Lance had had a couple of forced transformations.

 The younger simply looked at him. “Nah, I think we’d rather have an explanation, actually.”

 His friend nodded. “And then we’ll go with you to find your friends, if you want.”

 And it was funny, when Lance looked at them, he thought he saw a weird gleam in their eyes, but he convinced himself he must’ve been imagining it. Instead, he slumped in their hold and they eased him back to the bench, settling him in between them.

 “If what you said is true,” Lance said after a short pause, “then that first transformation was a delayed one. Would’ve taken more out of me. And yes, absolutely would’ve hurt. Like hell. Kinda glad I don’t remember that part.” One of the vampires growled, but Lance just continued. The sooner he finished this, the sooner he could take off. He hummed thoughtfully. “I was starving… Probably didn’t have the energy to shift. Part of that might have been me, actually… I don’t like shifting without eating first, makes it harder to control the wolf when it’s hungry. But I was almost definitely too weak to transform. Hmmm… And then smelling the blood… The wolf probably just got too desperate, so I transformed to go for the food. Previous starvation, plus a forced shift, plus all that food at once… No wonder I passed out, honestly. How long did it take me to transform back?”

 He glanced up at the vampires, surprised to see they  looked so upset with him. But the older answered. “About twelve hours?”

 “Ya, that sounds about right.” Lance cautiously moved to stretch out his arms in front of him, then lifted his legs parallel to the floor and stretched them out, too. The vampires were staring, but he didn’t pay them any mind. “Well, my body seems to be in working order. I should probably be heading out. My pack and friends will be wondering about me.”

 But when he stood, the vampires stood, too. Lance frowned. “Um. Guys? I said I’m good. I appreciate what you did for me, really, but I need to go. And I’m sure you have better things to do than just follow me around, so—”

 “What are you talking about?! You saved our lives!” Lance didn’t know what to say to that. Why did this guy seem so angry right now?

 “Well, I mean. Ya, I did, but you saved mine? So aren’t we even?”

 The older vampire gave him a fond look. “Of course not. You saved both of us. That’s two. We only saved you once.” Lance stared at him in disbelief. “Vampires take debts very seriously.” And how the hell did he say that with a straight face???

 Lance snorted. “I actually know for a fact that’s not a thing about your species.” They both gave him sheepish looks, but they still seemed very determined, so Lance shrugged. “But maybe it’s a thing for you two, so whatever. So long as you can keep up, I guess.”

 He swung his arms, stretching his limbs as he approached the large church doors. “You ready for this? Those hunters will be closing in soon, we might have to break their ranks, so you better be ready.” The bright grin he shot them caused their hearts to melt, and they moved quickly to join him, stopping him only to introduce themselves properly before they made their break for freedom.

 The older put his hand on Lance’s arm, squeezing lightly. “My name’s Shiro. This is Keith. What’s your name?”