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“Did you know—” the villain’s lips were dangerously close to the hero’s burning ear “—I find your fangs adorable?”

The hero hadn’t expected a kidnapping to turn into this, to turn into a romantic conversation by the fireplace. It was cruel how sweet the villain could be. The hero had been nervous enough already when the villain had asked them kindly to get into the car.

Kindly with a gun pointing at them.

The hero had been shot before and they knew from experience that it wasn’t a particularly nice experience.

“Those fangs could rip out your throat,” the hero said. Slowly, the villain drew shapes with their index finger into the hero’s thigh. That was cruel, too. The villain knew they were sensitive, especially today.

“Wouldn’t that be wonderful?” the villain asked. “That way this spluttery mouth could finally shut up and find some peace…my colleagues hate how much I talk about you.”

“You’re mean,” the hero said. They could feel themselves slipping back into their desires. There was a line, a very fine line between control and instincts and somehow the villain managed to dance on that line with the hero perfectly.

That had its own perks. Sometimes, the hero welcomed the challenge. But not really today in particular. Some days were more manageable whereas on others the hero felt like a wild animal.

“You asked me to do this, don’t you remember?”

“I asked you to make sure I wouldn’t kill any people,” the hero said. “And that I wouldn’t go crazy.”

“And I’m doing that. This is called damage control, darling.” The villain leaned over and the hero could feel their soft breath on the hero’s neck. “I hope you like it.”

“Curse you,” the hero whispered. Instinctively, they cupped the villain’s jaw and pulled them close enough for their cheeks to touch. “You know what this does to me.”

“Poor hero,” they mused. The villain’s hand travelled down to the hero’s knee. “Tell me, dear. Is my heart beating fast?”

They took the hero’s hand and pressed it against their own chest.

It nearly broke the hero. Desiring someone was one thing. Being subdued to their own nature was humbling and embarrassing. It was something that plagued them regularly.

But being desired? Someone feeling the same things they did? Someone who was willing to treat them this well…?

The hero swallowed.

A while ago, some people they had trusted had treated them like an animal. They’d been imprisoned for being a vampire. Those people had promised them to keep others safe from them but it had been raw torture. And now, the villain let them walk around freely. They gave them delicious food and tasty drinks.

They spoiled them.

“Can you feel it? Can you tell how fast my heart is beating?” the villain asked. Their voice was deeper now, more alluring.

“You…”

“You want to bite, don’t you? Sink your teeth into my neck and suck…”

“I shouldn’t—”

“Why not?” the villain asked. Gently, they grabbed the hero’s hips and pulled them towards them until the hero was sitting on the villain’s lap. In response, the hero gasped softly and held onto the villain’s clothing. “Hm?”

“…I shouldn’t even like you in the first place. We are enemies.”

“And yet, you asked me to take care of you.”

“…maybe.” The hero closed their eyes. The villain’s heart was beating fast but it wasn’t only desire. They were nervous.

The hero wasn’t sure if the villain was nervous because of them or something else.

“I trust you,” the hero said. “I believe that you will make the right choices when it comes to me. I can’t explain it but…you can deal with me. You can handle me. You know what I need. And that is kind of scary.”

Despite the villain’s endless advances towards the hero, they had never forced the hero to do anything. They always let the hero make the first move.

“It’s perfectly normal to be attracted to me when you’re…in this state,” the villain said. “I will not—”

“That’s the problem. It doesn’t stop once this phase is over. It never really stops.” The hero’s ears were burning and they could feel the villain’s heartbeat increase quickly.

“We should get some band aids for my neck then,” the villain said.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the campus of Southern University. Students were scattered across the quad, some lounging on the grass with textbooks, others hurrying to their next class. Among them was Zuri, a 19-year-old English major with a passion for literature that was only matched by her curiosity about the world. Walking beside her was her best friend, Savani, who had a knack for making even the most mundane days exciting.

"Seriously, Zuri, how can you be this calm about today?" Savani teased, nudging Zuri's arm. "You're about to meet *the* Dr. Cullen. He's practically a legend!"

Zuri shrugged, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "He's just a doctor, Savani. And I'm an English major, remember? I'm not even in his seminar."

"Yeah, but you have to admit, the man is hot. I'm tempted to fake being pre-med just to get a chance to be in the same room with him." Savani grinned, tossing her braids over her shoulder with a playful flick.

Zuri rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. Savani's antics never failed to amuse her. "I'm sure you're not the only one thinking that. But let's not get lost in daydreams. We've got ten minutes to get to class, and you know Professor Andrews hates tardiness."

They rounded a corner, the old brick buildings of the university towering above them. Zuri was lost in thought about the paper she needed to finish when she suddenly collided with something—or rather, someone. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she stumbled back, only to be steadied by a pair of strong hands.

"I'm terribly sorry," a deep, smooth voice said. Zuri looked up, her breath catching in her throat as she met the gaze of a tall, strikingly handsome man. His golden eyes held a warmth she hadn't expected, and his presence seemed to command the air around him.

"It's—it's okay," Zuri stammered, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. She quickly stepped back, realizing she had been holding her breath. Savani, ever the bold one, immediately jumped in.

"No harm done! You're Dr. Cullen, right? The new professor everyone's been talking about?"

Carlisle Cullen offered a polite smile, inclining his head slightly. "Yes, that would be me. I'm afraid I've gotten a bit turned around. This campus is larger than I anticipated. I'm looking for Lecture Hall C."

Zuri blinked, still trying to process how she had literally run into one of the most talked-about professors on campus. Savani, however, was already in full flirtation mode.

"Lecture Hall C? You're in luck because we were just heading that way," Savani said with a wink. "We can show you around if you'd like."

Carlisle smiled graciously, though there was a subtle tension in his expression that Zuri couldn't quite place. "That would be very kind of you, thank you."

As they walked, Zuri noticed the strange way the doctor looked in her direction, and0b. L her heart skipped a beat. It was unnerving, yet oddly thrilling.

"So, Dr. Cullen," Savani began, her voice dripping with playful charm, "I hear you're quite the expert in your field. What made you decide to leave Forks and come all the way to Georgia?"

Carlisle glanced at Savani, his smile polite, but Zuri caught the brief flicker of something in his eyes when they shifted to her.

"I've always believed in the importance of sharing knowledge, especially with young minds eager to make a difference in the world. This opportunity seemed like the perfect way to do that."

Savani leaned a little closer to him as they walked, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "Well, you're certainly going to make an impression here. A lot of students are already talking about you."

Zuri bit her lip to keep from laughing. Savani was laying it on thick, and she could see that while Carlisle was polite, he wasn't exactly taking the bait. But then, something unexpected happened. Carlisle's eyes met Zuri's again, and she felt a strange pull, like something deep inside her was responding to him in a way she couldn't understand. Carlisle, on the other hand, was struggling with something far more intense. The moment Zuri had collided with him, something inside him had shifted. His body had reacted—his heart, long thought still, had given a single, potent thump. It wasn't just an attraction. It was more primal, more profound. His blood felt like it was rushing in his veins, a sensation he hadn't experienced in centuries. He was a doctor, a man of science, well, a vampire actually... a husband and father. And yet, he couldn't deny how every fiber of his being was screaming at him for this young woman he'd just barely met a few minutes earlier. Zuri, with eyes big and brown and bright, seemed to pierce through his very soul, shedding light on the deepest, darkest, coldest parts he tried hard to push down. He felt vulnerable under her gaze and yet he wanted her to only look at him.

"I... I believe we're here," Carlisle said, his voice slightly strained as he forced his attention back to their surroundings. They had arrived at the entrance to Lecture Hall C.

"Right on time," Zuri said, trying to sound casual, though her heart was still racing. "Well, Dr. Cullen, I guess this is where we part ways."

"Yes, thank you both for your help." Carlisle's gaze lingered on Zuri a moment longer, a silent question in his eyes that he couldn't answer just yet. " I don't think I ever got a name, though."

"Savani Mikellson and Zuri Anders." Savani answered, flashing him one last flirtatious smile. "And if you ever need anything else—directions or otherwise—you can find us in Lecture Hall B, room 302."

Carlisle nodded politely, but as he turned to enter the lecture hall, his thoughts were far from focused on his upcoming class. Zuri Anders ... What had fate just dropped into his path?

Zuri and Savani watched as he disappeared into the building, and then Savani let out a low whistle. "Well, that was... something. Did you see the way he kept looking at you? I think someone's got a crush."

Zuri shook her head, trying to dismiss the fluttering in her chest. "He was just being nice, Savani. Nothing more." But even as she said it, she knew she didn't quite believe it. There had been something in his eyes. Something she couldn't quite put into words.

Perhaps it’s a stretch, but I typed this out from the prompt that @lestatdelioncoeur gave a bunch of us. The one about the window.

This draft was sitting in my notebook for a couple days, but I revisited last night. Its still a little rough around the edges, but I think it’s worth giving y’all a peek.

I’ve called it “Some words we shared one night”, It is written from the perspective of Penelope in the present day.

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“I do believe that I am the culmination of everyone I’ve ever loved,” Ezra said into the darkness, his voice so quiet yet there was none of the horse strain that I associated with his whispers. I almost didn’t even think he had truly said anything until he continued, the words kind of melting together as he slurred  “You know, Someone said that to me once. I didn’t believe them then, but I do think now that they’re right.” 

“Who did?” I rolled onto my right side, towards his voice. In the blackness, I fumbled to find him, his waist, any part to touch and reassure that I was here. His left hand met mine. He was freezing, no doubt hungry. My Poor baby, let me help you. For a moment, there was a flash of a scenero. He takes me up in his arms and purrs against my throat, kissing and nuzzling tenderly as he always does before finding his favorite spot just above my clavicle and then…

“Katie” another woman’s name fell out of Ezra’s mouth. 

“Katie?!” I couldn’t hide the tinge of disgust that colored the name. 

“Yes, my maker, you know” Ezra didn’t seem to detect anything strange about my tone. The benefits of having ingested half a bottle of pure ethanol. I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“You’re drunk,” I say. 

“Yes,” 

I laugh even harder, which makes him start to laugh, too. It’s not long before the two of us are barking like sea lions, tears stream from my cheeks as I shout “It’s not that funny, it’s not that funny,” between the lulls of hilarity, which only serves to get us giggling like idiots again. 

After the laughs have died away, I roll onto my left side. My heart is still pounding from the excitement, but it’s time to settle down. Time to sleep. I look up, my eyes intently focused on the window that I can’t see, but I know is there. I imagine the piece of pressboard covering it. Thick, large, and taking up a huge chunk of the wall, it was drilled into the cinder blocks with far, far too many long, black screws. 

I find myself remembering a conversation. The one we shared the night he showed me his sleeping arrangements:

“Go on, inspect my work,” Playfulness mingled with the modest pride coloring his voice. 

I stood on the edge of his bed on tiptoe, walking my fingertips along the screws as I fingered them, counting in my head One, two, three… I couldn’t help but wonder about the logistics of how he managed to do it. I’m a head taller than him, and it still took some effort on my part to reach the highest point on the board. All the while, he stood below, offering his outstretched hand to me, though I didn’t need it. 

“You sure are thorough,” I said at last

“Did I do it wrong?” He was wearing a look on his face that I’d only seen on guilty basset hounds wear. So I said:

“Well, Like my momma always told me: There’s no kill like overkill” 

The comment elicited a dark little chuckle. 

“Come down,” he said “ I don’t want to see you get hurt,” 

I told him I was going to paint it, so he had something nice to look at, but that was weeks ago. I still had no idea what he might like, or if I could even make something worth looking at in the first place. I never was the artistic type. Not that way. 

Just then, I felt Ezra’s cool arm snake around my waist, finding the dip where I'm at my narrowest with no effort. Muscle memory I smirked.

 He scooted closer to me, so close that our heads were sharing the same pillow. I felt his breath, as cold as if I were lying just millimeters away from an air conditioning vent. It smelled like alcohol. I didn’t mind. 

I relaxed into him, easing back like he was a favorite chair, sliding down so that I came to rest on his chest. He liked to feel taller when we were like this. His heartbeat was slow, slow, slow. His breathing has an easy rhythm. He’d be asleep soon. 

I placed my hand over his, wrapping my fingers around it gently. I gave it a light squeeze. 

“But it’s true, is it not?” I could hear the sleep in his voice and had no idea what he was talking about 

“What is?” 

“About love.” 

“I’m sorry, tell me again,” 

“That I am the culmination of everyone I’ve ever loved.” 

“Babe, I don’t know. I never met those people,” again, my voice betrayed me. There was a clear annoyance expressed that I immediately wished to take back the second it left my mouth.

“Oh… Right” It was like listening to someone letting the helium out of a balloon. “And I suppose you never will,” 

What am I supposed to say? My mouth felt terribly dry all of a sudden. 

“I’m sorry” were the only words I could find 

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, heart.”

No more words were spoken after that. 

We just lay there in the pitch dark, holding each other, our breaths coming and going in tandem. Slow, easy. I was cold, and yet still my cheeks burned. 

M monster X GN reader, 3045 words.

You’ve been experiencing some strange changes in your behavior recently. Can this strange man really make sense of it for you?

You opened your eyes and stared up at the ceiling. For the past few nights, you had been completely unable to sleep.

Nothing had worked. You’d never had any problems with insomnia before. If anything, you’d had the opposite problem; getting out of bed in the morning had been a nightmare. You’d blacked out almost the instant your head had hit the pillow and you’d stayed that way until your alarm went off in the morning.

But in the past week, you’d grown restless the instant the sun vanished from the sky. It was like the sun going down flipped a switch in your body and you were wired. Not only were you not tired, but you were borderline restless. Lying in bed was tantamount to torture- minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness and the energy buzzing inside you made it feel like your skin was crawling.

“What a bothersome romance~”

Manhwa - Blood Bank