Vampires don't sleep during the day. You weren't sure why you believed that silly myth for childhood, but you did. You'd nearly jumped out of your skin the first time you saw Simon up and about right after sunrise. When he sees you, he grins at you with a deep predatory gaze.
"God, live for how your heart jumps when you're so scared." He groans, sniffing the air like he could taste your fear in the air. "Come here, pet." He beckons you closer, which you know better than to disobey.
"Aren't you supposed to be asleep? The sun -"
"You believe that old wives tale, love?" Simon leans back, studying your face with a slightly judgemental stare. "No wonder Laswell gave you to us. Can't think for yourself, can you?" You feel yourself flushing in embarrassment, looking away from him with a huff.
"I just thought -"
"Blood bags don't think, they bleed." Simon growls, the gravely tone that always makes you melt into him. Vampire mind control doesn't exist, John insisted it didn't, but you couldn't explain why their voices had such an effect on you. You instinctively bear your neck for him, whimpering in pain when he sinks his teeth into your veins.
"Simon, if it gets blood on the floor, you're cleaning up after it." John grumbles as he walks into the kitchen, stepping lazily around the two of you. You track him with your eyes, whimpering a little, but John just smiles at you. "He won't take too much. I'll get you some orange juice."
"Apple is its favorite. Told me itself." Kyle joins the kitchen for breakfast, grunting hungrily when his eyes land on you. "Mine turn next, Simon."
"Give it a rest first." Simon grunts after he seals your wound. He sits himself down, pulling your lax and dizzy body onto your lap. "Drink your juice, Y/N." He insists, though he doesn't give you much of a choice when he prods the cup against your lips.
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this is a gift for @kopidopi16 because we where texting and both decided today is a cuddly day i was having trouble coming up with an idea for this and i wasn't going to write more then one part but then i rewatched sleepy princess in the demon castle which btw 100% recommend this won't be a lore heavy series but more a cuddly story
your a barista who works closing shift at blackbriar cafe you have a few regulars that come in get their coffee and leave some linger liking the human connection late at night
it's been quiet tonight none of your usual regulars showing up tho that's not a surprise with how heavy the rain is coming down outside your wiping down the counter when the door swings open
"welcome to Blackbriar cafe how may i help you?" you plaster on your usual customer service smile watching the man approach, he has brown eyes and brown hair peppered with the occasional grey
"can you get me a black coffee three sugars please?" you nod and get to work brewing his drink it's a simple one so it doesn't take too long before your sliding it across to him "thanks doll"
you watch him as he takes a seat at the counter, you start turning off all the coffee machines getting ready for closing as he sits there and sips on his coffee you can't get mad at him like you usually would he looks a bit troubled so you scan him looking for ways to start conversation you spot a ring on his finger "how's your wife?"
he looks at you confused for a second before looking back down at his ring "oh no my husband, he's alright"
oh gay a bit of a surprise considering his age but it does warm your heart to see old gay people it's like a beacon of hope "cute, how did you two meet?"
he sits his coffee down and straightens up "it was during the war me and him served together, well i was captain of a task force he flew our heli a few nights together getting shot at by terrorists we decided to retire together and the rest was history"
ok he's opening up just a bit more prying and you'll know whats wrong "awww thats so cute, do you guys have any kids?"
"yea actually, three sons but uh i guess me and my husband are arguing because he wants a daughter now" the man rubs his head sipping the coffee
"is there any reason you don't want a daughter? i mean three kids is alot already are you perhaps unprepared for another?"
"no no thats not it, its just we knew all our kids before we adopted them, it would feel strange letting a stranger into our home"
"well have you told your husband this?"
"yes and he understands but it still hurts he still wants a daughter, there's nothing we can do other then wait for one to show up, we tend to be lucky"
sensing the end of that conversation you hum in response and continue wiping down the table until he decides to start it back up "what about you, why's a kid your age working so late"
you chuckle "yea yea i know baby face, but i'm not a kid im 19"
he waves a hand as if shooing away your defence "19 is still a kid, my god, and this city is crawling with filth i wouldn't let my grown kids wander here let alone a little girl"
you get ready to defend yourself but his phone begins to buzz and he holds up a finger to you as he picks the phone up you don't hear anything from the other end but you do hear his responses a series of 'yes's and im sorry's' you figure he's talking to his husband
he puts the phone down as the call ends "sorry dear that was my husband Nikolai, he's coming to get me"
and the plot thickens you'll get to meet the husband "that's alright what does he drink?" you say grabbing a new cup you don't care that you just switched all the machines off you want to know the other side of this little family dispute
"vodka" comes the short reply to which you raise a brow "or whiskey or burban he doesn't drink unless it's got a kick to it" ooh is he an acohalic? that would make things intresting,
your thoughts are cut off by a car pulling up infront of the cafe and a big man coming inside walking up to the man huddled over his coffee "Price, what are you doing?"
oooh a Russian accent you haven't heard one of those before and now you know the mans name "just talking to y/n here" right name tag, it never doesn't spook you when people read your name tag
the man stretches his hand over for a handshake "Nikolai"
"nice to meet you Nikolai" Nikolai pulls out a stool taking a seat next to Price "would you like anything to drink?"
he takes a glance at the menu above you "no thanks Dochka" looking back down he looks you over his gaze sends shivers down your spine "what are you doing working so late?"
"night shift pays better, no one else wants to do it so they pay more" you keep your chipper attitude because truthully you enjoy your job, the only downside is the walk home no amount of money can make walking home late at night in the city not scary
"y'know Nik i was telling y/n here about our little argument, figured we could use an outside opinion"
"well how's your relationship with your parent's Dochka?"
"truthfully i haven't spoken to either of them since i moved out" you rub your neck a bit nervous as that cannot possibly be a good thing to say to two dudes deciding weather or not they should adopt a daughter but you don't exactly get the time to tell them anything positive tho before Nikolai is over the counter sinking his surprisingly long teeth into his neck you can hear Price yelling at him that this is bad idea but you pass out before you hear Nikolai's response
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do you ever see someone so attractive or do something so incredibly hot that your heart and chest actually physically ache? maybe it’s the heart skipping a beat idk
anyway, vampire simon who you have the fattest crush on, and when he has to feed himself? his eyes turn an amazing red shade, bright even in the dark, and he moves a hand to lift the bottom of his balaclava, sharp jaw free for your eyes to feast on (and you do)
the only problem? when you see the muscles in his jaw tick and twitch from drinking blood your heart skips a beat and your breath hitches in your throat
obviously ghost hears it, superhuman hearing and all, and his strikingly beautiful red eyes jump to you, gaze focused on your chest and then your throat with a lifted eyebrow, and you don’t know what to do with yourself so you just clear your throat and move away from the room
Since we're doing not only monster hc and now knights,
BRING FORTH THE HEAD CANONS FOR VAMPIRE!SIMON
Please and thank you ☺️
ohhhhhh anon you have opened a can of worms. first off, i have drawn vampire simon
so write that down. second, y'all are in for it
vampire simon, who lives through the events under the blood ocean but comes back... changed
vampire simon, who is diagnosed with sudden onset anemia by the station's medic
vampire simon, whose anemia isn't helped by blood transfusions or IVs
vampire simon, who is bedridden and only perks up when you visit
vampire simon, who's a lot more touchy than before he entered the sm-13. you chalk it up to the trauma of living through such a traumatic experience
vampire simon, who doesn't seem to sleep anymore (not that he did to begin with)
vampire simon, who cringes at the last remaining relics of christianity
vampire simon, who massages his gums more than usual
vampire simon, who begins to withdraw from you to an extreme extent. who barely talks to you anymore, who locks the door to his room when he knows you'll be visiting
vampire simon, who physically recoils when you finally make it into his room, whose canine teeth look a little sharper in the dim light
vampire simon, who yells and screams for you to leave. who tries to mask his fear with anger, but you see right through it
vampire simon, who relents and tells you that he's hungry. all. the. time. whose food rations turn to dust in his mouth and water goes right through him
vampire simon, who can't help but lean into the crook of your neck where your blood runs strongest
vampire simon, who audibly moans when you give your permission for him to bite you
vampire simon, who curls around your body, freezing skin growing warmer the more he drinks from your flesh
vampire simon, who hates himself for hurting you. who knows he's disgusting and a monster, but can't help how much he loses himself in your blood
vampire simon, who only manages to pull away when you tell him your limbs are going numb
vampire simon, who thanks you and apologizes profusely
vampire simon, who gets you water and food rations to replenish the blood he took from you
vampire simon, who stews in his own mind as you settle into his side and fall asleep
He feels his own breath catch, everything slowing down ever so briefly only to rush forwards again in ultra high definition technicolour. He can hear the rustle of Wille’s fingers tangling in the sheets, the soft pants of his breath as he waits in anticipation. Fuck, he can smell him. He can smell his sweat underneath his expensive deodorant, the spearmint gum he chewed in the car. He can smell his arousal, the precome already leaking out into his boxers and
Simon’s fangs grow longer in his mouth. Blood. He can smell all that blood pumping faster through Wille’s veins so close to the surface.
Read here on ao3 x
Special thank you to @sobadbad for sending me this lovely message & inspiring the return of Vampire Simon ☺️ & for making this gorgeous gifset which fits the fic perfectly 💜🫂
