#vampire patton

“I won’t let them hurt you, I’ll never let them touch you.” 

Moxiety?

I changed the first one a bit to fit my idea better, but here you go!

Monster

Virgil adjusted his grip on the wooden stake in his hand, trying to be as silent as possible. Of course, it was very likely the vampire already knew he was there; many of them could hear a human heartbeat from fifty yards. A few more steps, and— he launched himself around the corner, raising the stake high. He was barely able to stop his forward momentum when he recognized the figure before him.

"Patton?" he asked incredulously. "What are you doing here?"

Patton's long blond waves were pulled up into a high ponytail and still fell down to his lower back. Since his hair no longer grew, he refused to ever cut it. He turned to see Virgil with the stake still raised high, and he flinched a little. "...Right. I always forget that you kill most vampires... You're a monster. I suppose I am as well, aren't I?" He gave a dark chuckle.

"In a different way, Pat. In a very different way..." Virgil said, lowering the stake. "Let's get you out of here, there are other hunters around."

Patton stiffened as Virgil came forward, placing a hand on Patton's shoulder to guide him. "Don't worry, I'm here."

Patton pulled away. "You can't take me all the way back to the other vampires..."

"It's okay," Virgil responded, reaching up to cup Patton's cold cheek. "I know you won't let any harm come to me."

Patton nodded, wrapping the smaller man in a tight hug. "I won't. I won't let them hurt you, I'll never let them touch you," he mumbled into Virgil's neck.

"Come on, Fang Boy, let's get you back home," Virgil said as he pulled away ever so slightly.

He and Patton crept through the brush, careful not to make any unnecessary noise. Eventually, they got closer to the complex where many of the vampires slept during the day. It was a struggle for Virgil to get there, his mind fighting against the hypnotic spell that kept the complex protected. Patton's grip on his arm kept him grounded, though.

"I've got you," Patton soothed, before hissing at another vamp who looked at Virgil in a way he didn't like. Soon, they were at Patton's apartment. Patton pulled Virgil inside, closing and locking the door behind them. "Stay the day with me, My Heart?"

Virgil hung on to Patton tightly, considering it. "The others will think something's happened, come looking for me..." He kissed Patton's cheek. "Tomorrow is supposed to be cloudy. It'll hurt, but I want to take you to my home. I want you to be safe, the others are closing in on this place."

"What about my friends, Roman and Logan?" Patton asked, suddenly worried.

Virgil hesitated. "If they won't attack me, they can stay also, for now."

Patton smiled a little. "Thank you, Dearest. Now, until then, can we snuggle?"

Virgil chuckled softly. "Of course, Babe," he answered, pulling Patton over to the couch.

As he settled into Patton's arms, even with as complicated as things had gotten, he felt that everything was going to be alright.

 Day six of Soulmate September . @tsshipmonth2020

Prompt: “When your soulmate is injured you will experience pain in that area.”

Vampire AU

Pairings: Romantic Royality, platonic Moxiety

Warning: Blood, gore, death.

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Patton Williams was born on the 15th of January 1889 in a small town close to New York. He lived a fairly normal life, other than the fact that he could never feel his soulmate’s physical pain like everyone else he knew. So yeah, his life was mostly normal. 

Until one faithful night. 

Patton, now 21, returning home from work late at night, when he got pulled in an alley way by an unknown person. Patton had no idea what happened in that alley, except that he felt a small pain on his neck, and then he woke up on the cold ground, feeling like he just got ran over by a horse.

He got up, his head spinning, and walked the rest of the way home.

The next morning when he woke up, all he could register was hunger. So so much hunger. He walked downstairs and grabbed some food. A lot of food, only it didn’t help with his hunger at all. Actually, it made him sick. 

His mother walked into the kitchen, and that’s when Patton blacked out again.

When he came back to his senses he saw something that made his stomach turn. His whole family was on the floor of their little home, pale and cold, and his hands were covered in blood.

He let out a strangled sob. He did that. He’s a monster. So he ran. He ran as far and as fast as he could. 

Somewhere along the way he found someone like him. Someone who explained to him what he was. He was a vampire. A being that could only feed with blood. Patton let out more sobs and cries that night, and begged the other person, Virgil, to just end him. He didn’t want to have to hurt more people.

Virgil wrapped him in his arms and sushed him, explaining to him that he didn’t have to hurt people, that animals could do just as well for food. 

Patton resigned himself to his faith. For the next 30 years, Patton and Virgil were inseparable. They lived together in Virgil’s house. They had been drafted into the first world war together, and survived that, not without all the trauma that comes with war, but they did. Now they were one year into the second war, when something that would turn Patton’s life for the worst again happened. 

Virgil was shot in the chest. Something fatal, even for a vampire. 

Patton mourned for years, even after the war ended. He just lost the only important person in his life.

So he ran again. Ran away from the place he and Virgil used to share, and for the next 39 years he was always on the run. He would never stay in one place for more than a few days. 

Until something changed. For the first time in his long life he could feel pain that wasn’t his. That could mean only one thing. He had a soulmate. So he spend the next two decades searching. 

The year was 2014 when he found him. 

He was a tall guy with tan skin, red hair and beautiful green eyes. 

The way Patton found him is quite funny actually. He literally bumped into him, causing the guy to fall down, which Patton felt. He felt his pain. The only thing Patton could say was “It’s you.” To which the stranger gave a very confused look. So Patton had to rephrase. 

“Hi, I’m Patton, and I think I am your soulmate.”

The guy gave him a look. “Prove it.”

So Patton pinched himself on the arm, in a very visible spot, and the man’s eyes widened. “You’re saying the truth… Hi. I’m Roman. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Nice too meet you too.” Patton gave him a bright smile.

Roman pulled out a small marker from his pocket. “Look, I have to go, but here is my number so you can call me later.” He scribbled something on Patton’s arm. “There. Now I really should go. Bye.” And with that he left.

Patton smiled. Maybe he could turn his life back around.

Patton bought himself a small apartment in the city with the money he earned over the years and got himself a job. His life was starting to go better.

He and Roman started dating a few weeks after they met. A few months into the relationship, Patton came clean about what he was, which went a lot better than he expected. Instead of getting angry, or scared and leaving him, Roman looked like an excited puppy, asking Patton if he could become a vampire. Which Patton of course refused.

It wasn’t that Patton didn’t want to be with Roman forever, it’s just that he couldn’t put Roman through that kind of life.

Well, looks like he didn’t have a choice.

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They had been dating for 3 years. Roman was now 28, while Patton still looked 21.

Patton was at work, when he felt pain on his neck. A pain that brought him back to that alley, all those years ago. Something bad happened to Roman.

Patton took his lunch break earlier and ran from the bakery where he worked. Roman was supposed to be at work, so that’s where Patton was going.

Minutes of searching later, Patton found Roman layed down on the ground in the alley way behind the theatre where he worked. He looked very pale, and his breathing was barely there. Patton checked for a pulse. He did find one, but it was very weak. Some other vampire fed off of Roman and left him to die from blood loss. If Patton didn’t do something right now Roman would die, even if he called an ambulance.

So Patton did the only thing he could do. He bit Roman, turning him. Then he picked Roman up and carried him to their apartment.

When Roman woke up, Patton was there to explain everything to him, holding out a few blood bags - which he got from the secret blood banks for vampires-  that Roman hesitantly took and drank.

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The silence was tense and awkward as Patton sat beside Virgil at the kitchen table, across from Remy, who’s posture was carefully loose and carefree. He occasionally caught a flicker of Remy’s eyes looking at him from over his dark glasses, and Virgil was still squeezing his hand. He could feel the nervous, angry energy radiating from Virgil, and the longer the silence the more tense it got, until he couldn’t take it anymore.

 “So… you know Virgil, huh?” He asked. Wrong thing to say. Virgil tensed, and Remy frowned, before it slid into a smirk.

 “Oh babes, that’s funny. So you haven’t told them about us, hmm?”

 “Shut up.” Virgil muttered warningly, only causing Remy’s smirk to grow, something hard in his eyes.

 “So what do they know, Virg? Have you told them that you’re An-“

 “SHUT UP, REMY!” Virgil yelled, slamming his hands on the table and jumping out of his chair so fast it toppled over, eyes burning.

 “Guess that answers that question. Imma take it as ‘no’?” Remy asked, sickly sweet, leaning back so his chair was balanced on the two back legs, feet on the table as he raised a brow, sipping his drink.

 “That isn’t who I am, anymore. It isn’t who I ever wanted to be. It’s what Janus made of me.” Virgil growled, and Remy scoffed.

 “Please. How long has it been, since you used any magic? Seven, eight years now?”

 “So?”

 “So, how do you think I found you, when you’ve been ever so careful not to leave a trace? You made a pact, you made a bond, and no matter how far you run or how well you hide, there’s no out. You’re bound to me, and to him, no matter how much you wanna pretend otherwise.” Remy replied.

 Patton gasped as Remy waved his hand, revealing a faint, glowing violet thread that reached from around Virgil’s right wrist to Remy’s, another thread extending from his left wrist and out through the walls. Remy had another thread leading away as well, both of them golden, though Virgil’s glowed much fainter, much thinner, than Remy’s. Patton looked down at himself, surprised to find a nearly clear string attached to his own wrist, though it hung limply, clearly not active. Virgil snapped and the glowing threads vanished, leaving him glowering down at Remy.

Y'all remember that "There goes the vampire and the fairy" "Actually, she's human" thing?

Summary: Growing up, Logan had always been told to fear the Others. Now, though, he lived with a vampire and a werewolf and was in love with a ghost. What would his parents say now? Rated for blood, certain hints at some not-nice situations, and Virgil’s mouth. Written for Inktober Day 9: Magic.

Notes:  So… Here we are! Day 9! I hope you all enjoy this other Analogical piece with Royality. There aren’t really any graphic things to watch out for, but mentions of emotional manipulation/abuse and hinted physical abuse are brought up, and there is some blood, but nothing too graphic, I hope. Anyway, thank you for reading, and on with the story!

Logan slowly blinked awake, his blue eyes attempting to focus as they were seared by the bright sunlight streaming in through his large window. He groaned, rolling over, waving his hand around desperately trying to grab his glasses. He needed them, he couldn’t see without them, where were they? He finally found them and slid them onto his face, blinking his eyes again in order to adjust his vision. He really should look into a spell that would fix his vision; he was practically blind at this point.

Now that he could see, Logan rolled out of bed to get dressed. He could already hear screaming, heavy thumps, and crashes downstairs, and he knew that he was going to need to get ready as soon as possible to prevent the bakery from turning into a warzone. He pulled on his black and white argyle tights before tugging on his dark blue high top Converse. On went his dark blue jeans shorts with the dark blue tank top over his black binder. Finally, he slipped into his dark blue flannel, fixed his hair to the best of his ability, grabbed his hat, and wandered down the stairs, fully prepared to face the madness his roommates had just created.

“Patton! Get Virgil to stop messing up my hair! He listens to you!” Roman screamed, swatting at the smirking Goth ghost hovering over him.

“Now, Roman, Virgil isn’t trying to be mean! But Virgil, could you please stop messing with Roman’s hair? You know he doesn’t like it when you do that,” Patton requested, his large blue eyes staring up at Virgil, pleading. Virgil just smirked and sent another gust of wind to ruffle Roman’s hair, causing the werewolf to yelp and growl before looking like he was about to try and rip the ghost’s throat out.

“Sorry, Patt, it’s just too easy to tease this fucking shithead,” Virgil drawled, drifting out of Roman’s reach. The blonde vampire quickly stepped between the murderous werewolf and the ghost he considered his child. Even Patton couldn’t hold an angry Roman off forever, though, and he needed help, now.

“I’m going to murder you so hard you won’t even have a second shot at the Afterlife,” Roman growled, his fangs elongating and his claws sharpening. Patton’s own fangs elongated in response, and Virgil’s pupils turned into even narrower slits, displaying his true lineage for once. Logan swallowed down the cold lump growing in his throat and stepped into the main room of the bakery. He didn’t want to see anyone in his family get torn apart, and that was what would happen if he didn’t get involved right now. He ignored the flashes of memories behind his eyes, the raising hands, the bruising grips, the harsh kicks, the whispers of Useless, Unwanted, Unloved, Unnatural and stepped in between Roman and Virgil.

“Please stop this!” Logan yelled, ignoring the way his voice cracked like he was a twelve year old going through puberty again. He knew that the others tended to not take him seriously when his voice did that, and he needed them to take him seriously just for a moment or two. “Violence will solve nothing. Roman, Virgil, I need you two to calm down and apologize to one another before you tear this bakery apart.” Logan didn’t notice the fact that his voice was shaking, or that his eyes could belong to a deer who had just been caught in some headlights, or even that his face had practically no colour left in it. He only noticed that Roman’s fangs and claws seemed to retract almost instantaneously and that Virgil stopped smirking and had dropped down to the level the rest of them were standing at. He didn’t realize that they had noticed his terrified appearance and had stopped because the sight of Logan– calm, level-headed, even-keeled Logan– shivering in fright and caused Roman to snap out of his rage and do everything in his power to cheer his favourite nerd back up again.

“Sorry about that, Lo. We just got… a little over-heated,” Virgil spoke up, breaking the silence that had fallen over the bakery. Logan let out a shaky little sigh before the corners of his mouth quirked upwards a bit and he directed one of the sappiest gazes known to humanity at his boyfriend.

“It’s quite alright, Virgil. Nobody was seriously injured, and nothing was seriously damaged. Now, shall we prepare for the coming day?” With that, everyone dashed off to get ready for the bakery’s opening in an hour. Patton vanished back into the kitchen while Roman dashed to set up the tables and chairs in the front. Logan followed around after him, cleaning and dusting to make sure the bakery looked perfect. Roman glared at him as he let off another cleaning spell, and Logan just smirked before firing off another blast of magic. Roman just rolled his eyes and popped the last chair into place while Logan finished scrubbing the place down with his magic. They finished with at least half an hour until the bakery opened, so Roman decided to go and try to help Patton in the kitchen. Logan followed, figuring that even if he was useless in the kitchen, he could keep Roman from burning anything important.

When he and Roman entered, they found Virgil carefully icing a large tray of cookies while Patton sucked on a blood bag. Roman walked over and planted a small kiss in Patton’s blonde curls, causing him to giggle sweetly and kiss his boyfriend back. Virgil waved as Logan entered but didn’t move from his position icing, his grip too perilous to do anything else.

Patton finished up his blood bag the same time Virgil finished icing the tray, and he grabbed the completed tray of cookies on his way to throw the blood bag out. With his task completed, Virgil drifted over to softly peck Logan on the cheek, his cold lips soothing against Logan’s flushed cheeks. The lights overhead flickered, and Logan quickly grasped at his magic to get it under control. He couldn’t afford for his powers to malfunction right now.

“Whatcha thinking about, nerd?” Virgil teased, carefully circling his arms around Logan.

“Just… life,” Logan murmured back. It was true. When he was younger, the life he lead now would have been unimaginable to him. Growing up, Logan had always been told to fear the Others. Now, though, he lived with a vampire and a werewolf and was in love with a ghost. What would his parents say now?

“Well, I hope that life is good,” Virgil teased. Logan thought for a second. He had friends who accepted him, a wonderful boyfriend who loved him, and even a professor who liked to hear his opinions on magic and its uses. What would he call his life?

Author’s Note: WHAT? LUI IS MAKING A CHAPTERED SERIES? WHAAAAATTT? Yea...Idea is from @d4rkh4rt

Triggers: Vampire Au, nothing i can think of atm

Parings: Logicality at the moment

Word Count: 281 words

As Logan settled the book of Trees and its uses down in his ornate oak desk, he let out a deep sigh. It was getting late at night and he was gonna go close up his library, when suddenly a familiar scent came stumbling on his nose.

It was the scent of medicinal herbs and baked goods. It was assuring that his fellow vampire crush friend was paying a visit. He revised his thoughts on the man aforementioned, and the memories of a man swaying happily and walking with full happiness and glee in the librarian’s halls. The light in the eyes of the man resembled peaceful valleys and breathtaking views as the eyes had the sweet honey dark brown eyes. His thoughts was shaken and disturbed as the aforementioned man appeared in front of him giving that sweet yet undeniably cute smile rested upon those fragile lips.

He returned the smile, now filled with amusement as he once again enthralled by the features of the man in front of him. He shook his head in order to remove the thoughts. He needed to help his friend, who was going to borrow another book or something else a kiss maybe?, Logan brushed his gay thoughts aside and proceeded to greet his friend.

“Salutations Patton, how may I assist you on this fine afternoon?” He spoke without a smear drop of nervousness in which Logan praised himself as being stoic and straight,not so straight.

“Hiya Lo! I was just paying a visit” The man said full with ease and happiness and gushing over his friend. Logan sighed and proceeded to talk on what was the happenings on both sides of the conversation. Totally focusing on the conversation instead of Patton’s soft and tender lips.

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