I love your Platonic Vampire 141 fic. I can imagine reader breaking down crying because she doesn't want to live forever. No whether Price and Nikolai will have sympathy and become protective or whether they simply see this outburst as nothing more than an expected tantrum from their baby girl. It's expected for you to be more cranky coming down from the venom that's flowing through you and everyone knows kids have tantrums from time to time.
IMPORTANT ok so in this it mentions the 141's time in the military but that doesn't line up with my timeline because that would make Simon, Soap and Gaz baby vamps so when they refer to the mission that killed Johnny their not talking about the canon millitary their talking about being knights like way back in time
PLATONIC YANDERE VAMPIRE 141 X READER
P2 P3(your here) P4
when you wake up your eyes refuse to open and you feel like your floating and your also eating, your not sure how that works considering you shouldn't be able to eat when asleep but you can definitely feel some kind of liquid slide down your throat and into your tummy the more you focus on it the more aware you become of what's happening
theirs a hand in your hair half petting half holding your head against something both firm and squishy that's where your getting whatever food it is your eating, you feel so warm and cozy you tighten your fist feeling whatever is under you its a chest
oh hell no
you surge up despite the warmth you are not about to lay on someone's chest willingly, you look at him and realise you haven't seen him before, he has blue eyes and a brown mohawk with slight subtle on his chin, he reaches his arms out for you "it's ok lassie come back to bed and ill explain whatever you want me to" his voice sounds nice like he really does want you back in bed but he has this teasing look in his eye that you don't trust
his arm is bleeding like bad you feel your own face and it's wet you pull your hand away to see the blood stuck to it you scream but he rushes forward putting his hand over your mouth using that and his free arm to wrestle you back into bed laying on you side your back tucked against his chest "ill explain everything just please don't scream" you nod your head and he slowly lifts his hand off your mouth careful to make sure you don't scream again when you don't he lets out a breath of relief and nuzzles the top of your head "thanks kid, ask your questions now"
"was i eating your blood?" you admittedly are so disgusted by that thought you cling to his arm that is wrapped around your chest
"yeah, don't worry about it tho it's just a bonding thing, want you to still love me when your all there"
"i still don't understand"
"well your a vampire now, but just a baby one, during this stage you only drink the blood of other vampires like us your coven, makes you bond with us, also during this stage your all cuddly and tired and i wasn't going to miss out on that because of Nikolai"
that confirms your suspicion you didn't want to believe it when Nikolai bit you but there's no denying it now, it also explains your recent behaviour, you where already a cuddle bug before but now it's been turned up to 100 and your not sure how to feel about it on one side you know this is against your will and you should be prioritising escape on the other side theirs a tiny little voice in the back of your brain screaming to indulge, you hate the argument happening in your brain because you don't have a a choice this guy is holding you too tight to escape so your only real choices are too indulge or lay there stiff as a matter of fact who even is this guy!? "hey who are you?"
he chuckles and brings his head up from where it was buried in your hair "im Johnny, i'm kind of your brother" he sit up letting go of you and you don't like the feeling of emptiness that comes with him not touching you "well Price turned me on a mission a few years ago, things went south and i was going to die so he saved me, he turned the rest of the team after that we're his sons, your his daughter so we're siblings"
your not sure how you feel about that you don't want to be apart of their weird family but you also know logically you have no choice, your a vampire now and your vulnerable you snuggle closer to Johnny as you think about this it just makes him coo and make little chittering noises that you decide to ignore
"got to go lassie" you feel Johnny press a kiss to your forehead before pulling away "don't want Nikolai finding me here" you watch him leave and softly close the door with a click, your chest feels empty with him gone and that is yet another thing your going to tuck into your mental vault and not think about
you take this time alone to inspect the room it is grand, that is the only word you can use to describe it, your bed is a mess of plushies and dark blankets, theirs big black curtains around your bed and the floor is some kind of dark wood with opulent dark walls you sigh and fall back onto the bed
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i really think vampire johnny would only hate being an immortal blood-sucking creature because it means he can’t properly eat you out.
see, his spit’s an analgesic, a type of anaesthetic that soothes the pain after he bites from your neck, his tongue lapping crudely around the punctures. it works wonders in that manner, but he soon discovers it hinders his favourite activity.
before he was turned, he’d nestle between your thighs for hours, with you eventually pushing his forehead away and his face coming up glistening. loved the feeling of your softness between his lips, loved how much pleasure he could give you with his mouth, loved how you’d shut him up by sitting on his face and using him. after he was turned, he’d returned to you with even more fervour, excited that not even your monthlies could prevent him from nuzzling between your legs until you passed out.
only for him to find his normally sloppy, lackadaisical tactics of lapping at your cunt made you completely numb.
“yer nae makin’ any noise, bon.”
“…johnny i can’t feel anything.”
he’d rather be killed and brought back all over again. in fact, he’d go as far to say the bullet makarov drove through his temple hurt less than this.
now, he’s forced to use his fingers on you until his skin prunes- a feat for an immortal, never aging vampire.
sometimes, though, when you’re asleep and he’s bored attempting to pass the night hours on his own, he’ll stick his head under the covers- if only for his own pleasure.
Price is the oldest vampire on their team, born into the undead life. He'd seen his fair share of death. In a way, he envied their final moments.
Gaz's transformation is the second least traumatic of them all, guided gently by Price as he begged to turn him on the field after a fatal wound. And Price listened.
Ghost is the second oldest, turned vampire as his body forced itself to work with the bite Roba had given. A weak bite to turn him, but would take days to work. He couldn't last days in the coffin. So his body, with the slightest bit of supernatural blood in his veins, forced it to mutate. His transformation was agony, pure agony. Unlike the rest of the 141, however, his powers are one of the weakest. They come and go, like pulses. When he's angry, he seemes to subconsciously hiss and sizzle with the feeling. That was used and abused by Shepherd until he was transferred to Price. He was used as a sort of 'familiar' by Shepherd. Only with the 141 did he have any freedom.
Soap's transformation was a last minute hope. Ghost's teeth, oversharpened and sore from no use, sunk into his neck to find a barely usable pulse. Turn him, damnit. But it didn't *work*. Not until Price's fangs dipped into the holes Simon's left, and *he* took care of it. (Ghost couldn't figure out if it was more or less traumatic than his.) It just barely worked, but Soap was dangerously ill for weeks. Resulting in delicate feeding and very cautious contact.
The first time Johnny feeds on Simon, they aren’t exactly planning on it.
They get stuck in a bunker somewhere on some shit recon mission turned siege. Through spotty radio signal, laswell ensures them both that help is coming, they just have to wait it out. And they can, mostly. The bunker has a decent set of couches, and is well stocked for a human.
For a vampire, on the other hand.
Well, usually they don’t need to pack all that many rations for soap. He can feed on the go - whatever mercs they’re taking out juice him up just fine. But the problem with the bunker is that there are just too many enemies on the other side to pop out for a quick snack. They’re isolated, truly isolated, just the two of them.
At the start Ghost asks for a status report on Johnny, but he insists he should be fine for a week or so. “I’ve gone longer. I’ll be fine.” He swears. And to be fair, he is fine for that long. Sure, his brain clearly gets a little slow near the end, but it’s no more than any of them have faced.
But a week turns into two. Then starts creeping into two and a half. And soap starts looking a little gaunt.
“Sargent.” No reply. “Hey, Johnny.” Ghost has to repeat his name to get his attention, the man’s eyes glazed over and posture slumped in his chair.
“Johnny, you need to eat.”
He looks at him like he’s struggling to process his words, and eventually licks his lips before answering.
“Sure do, L.T. Just, uh. Just can’t get to the pantry.”
Ghost is nothing if not solutions-oriented. He wouldn’t have brought it up if he hadn’t mulled it over. It was time, he wouldn’t let Johnny suffer like this.
“Feed from me.”
Now that gets his attention. He looks slack-jawed, eyes flaring bright at the suggestion.
“No, Ghost, I- I couldn’t, I don’t want to feel that, I-“ he stutters.
“You could die, Johnny. Or go into some sort of crazed frenzy, and drink me dry without even knowing it. You’re wasting away, don’t lie to me. We’ve got to do something about it.”
Johnny sputters. “Ghost, no! I’ll be fine, I swear-“
“I said, don’t lie to me.”
The Sargent searches his eyes for a moment, still so blue despite the pain he’s clearly in, before slumping.
“You know it hurts, right?”
He knows. He’s seen the way Soap’s meals scramble against him, faces pulled tight and panicked. When he has the time to stop and watch, he often does. It’s kind of mesmerizing, the way they slowly go limp in his embrace, their life-force transferred into him.
“Yeah, I know.”
Soap just stares at him, with an unreadable expression on his face. It almost looks like awe, but Ghost isn’t willing to call it that.
“You think you can stop yourself when you get enough?” Ghost asks. He trusts Johnny, which is why he’s asking. Not that the answer really matters.
He takes the time to consider it, wiping a hand down his face.
“Yeah, I can,” he finally replies, almost sounding regretful. “But still, Ghost…are you sure?”
“Quit your yammering. You know I wouldn’t say it in the first place if I wasn’t.”
He blinks, still looking a little sleepy. Finally, he nods.
“Right then. Let’s do it.”
“Ach, um. Right. Just, uh,” he stands up, looking awkward, and ghost doesn’t miss the way he sways a bit in place, “I guess I’ll just?” He gestures to ghost’s legs, and it takes Ghost far to long to realize he means to sit on his lap.
He snorts. “Come on sweetheart,” and pats his lap, hoping the joke will cut through some of the mountain of tension building up.
It does get Soap to smile, rolling his eyes, and in one fluid motion, he sinks down on the couch to straddle Ghost’s thighs.
Ghost tenses, then forces himself to relax. His brain feels all kinds of haywire. On one hand, having Johnny on his lap like this should be fucking awkward.
On the other, if he just lets himself feel it for a second, the grounded feeling of his strong thighs against his feels pretty good. The weight feels pretty good, and when Johnny hesitantly sets his hands against Ghost’s collarbones, over his Henley, that feels good too.
His heart is racing in his chest. Looking up into Johnny’s eyes, blown out till the blue is almost gone, he isn’t entirely sure if it’s because he’s underneath a predator, or if it’s something else entirely.
Johnny licks his lips again, and this time, Ghost can see his incisors starting to peak out. He’s breathing hard, almost panting - he looks more hungry than ghost has ever seen him.
“Fuck.” Johnny chokes out. He drops his head, but it’s only to rest his forehead against Ghost’s shoulder, turning his face away from his neck.
Tentatively, ghost rests his hands on the meat of soap’s hips. He’s still panting, clenching and unclenching his hands against ghost like he’s trying to hold himself back.
“It’s alright, Johnny,” he finds himself almost whispering. He reaches up, removing the last barrier in Soap’s way. The mask slides over his face. Soap twitches under his hands.
“Do it.”
Soap takes in one more ragged gasp.
“Yes sir.”
Ghost has been hurt a lot before. And yes, when Johnnys surprisingly large fangs pierce the skin of his neck, they hurt. But it helps that he is anticipating it.
What he isn’t anticipating is the euphoria.
He tenses, at the bite, but as Johnny starts to suck him down in earnest, he feels himself relaxing, going boneless, turning into god damn jello. I mean it hurts, it does, but more than that his head starts to feel a little light, his body pleasantly heavy.
And then Johnny god damn moans against his neck, and Ghost feels his eyes roll back in his head.
It must not go on for too long. Johnny starts to slow down after just a bit, the suckling against his jugular turning gentle and almost lazy. Johnny is feeling strong in his lap, far less brittle. He feels…god he feels good. Big. Like Ghost can lay here on this couch for a long while and it’ll be okay, because Johnny has got him. Johnny wouldn’t let anything happen to him.
Too soon, he pulls away.
He licks a stripe over the puncture holes, and Ghost shivers.
“Let me get you -“ Johnny starts to shuffle in his lap a bit, grabbing some napkins off the coffee table to press against them. It’s only now that Ghost realizes his eyes are closed, and he struggles to lift his eyelids.
Johnny is gazing back down at him, the warm tan and healthy glow back in his skin.
He looks beautiful.
“Thanks, L.T. You were right, I really needed that. Are you feeling okay?”
Ghost blinks. “Uh. Um.” He tries to kick his brain back into gear, but god it feels so nice to be here, in this half conscious state. “Affirmative.”
Johnny’s eyebrows pull together, not entirely convinced. “You sure, sir? That can’t have felt good.”
“Yeah,” he croaks out. Johnny feels so good on him, so good. Ghost ponders if it would be safe for Johnny to feed a little more. “Feel real good, Johnny.”
That gets him a quirked eyebrow from a much more chipper Soap.
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yes, yes, vampire Ghost who tears the team a new one when he finds out fledgling Soap had been left to turn alone without a sire or coven to help him.
okay, fine, vampire Ghost who turns Soap himself, gets him through the changes easily, and they become each other’s coven.
UGH, if you insist, fledgling Ghost Soap who work their way through the changes together.
Oh… oh… what was that? Long time vampire Soap who’s been with the Price family since before their Captain was born? Ghost who gets turned on a mission where Price is supposed to watch his Six while Soap goes home to his coven and comes back to Price begging him not to be angry, but all Soap can think about is how Price smells like terrified fledgling.
Soap has raised his fair share of fledgelings, as vampires in covens often raise their young or freshly turned as a group, so he imagines Price had been assisting the fledgling as much as he could as a human, since he had been around them since he was born. Soap is filled with uncontrolled, volatile, makes your face so hot you’re kind of concerned rage when Price leads him to his own room. His den reeks of terror, but that’s not what makes him angry.
It’s Ghost, Simon, curled up in the corner of his den in a barebones nest quivering with fear. Fledglings shouldn’t be afraid. They had talked about this, they’d wait another year or so, Simon would come home to be introduced to the coven to make sure it was a good fit before he’d turn. Simon was supposed to turn unafraid, safe, comforted by Soap the entire time. An afraid fledgling would lead to a more difficult turning, a harder fight with the adrenaline as the body dies.
What makes Soap angry is that Price should have seen the vampire on the field before Ghost did. Price has an eye for vampires in a way Ghost never could. Price never should have let this happen— but what’s done is done.
And Ghost clings to Soap with fear, quiet whimpers escaping his throat as he digs his newly formed claws into Soap’s shoulders, shedding tears at the sight of blood, but that’s fine. Soap was going to help him turn, love him anyway, and if anybody had anything to say about Ghost having killed his own sire, Soap would take care of it.
That’s an absolute fuckin’ brainworm. another deeper kind of love. mhm.
