Request: “ •being a prefect with Yuki and zero •The reader and Zero were spending lots of time together •the reader and zero are really close •kaname gets jealous “
Synopsis: Their promise dated back to their origins, even before any of his resurrections. He promised her that they'll always be bonded - their past, present, and future for all eternity. So when she comes into life once again, Kaname will do anything to maintain their forged bonds of eternity, and remind her that she is his-truly, madly, and deeply- as bonded by their blood.
Pairing: Yandere! Kaname x Fem! Reader
Warning: As this is yandere fiction, this deals with themes of violence, noncon themes, and implications of unhealthy relationships that can be uncomfortable or triggering to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl. By clicking 'read more/keep reading', you are consenting to read this at your discretion. No beta - we die like men!
Eons ago, the war waged was different to vampires against vampire hunters - it was vampires against werewolves. During his first life, when he was an Ancestor, Kaname fell in love. It was a teenager's infatuation, and the war hadn't reached its peak yet where irreversible hatred had been embedded for each other species'. Rebellion running hot in their blood, combined with teenage infatuation and believing they can conquer any conflicts that would come their way, Kaname and his first love, [Name], made a blood pact. Cutting each other's wrists with magical weapons, drinking each other's blood and murmuring the required incantations, they merged their souls together forever. In a bout of whispers, they heard the promises:
Soul bound forever,
you must only drink one from another.
Your survival is bonded together,
One cannot live without the other.
They became a bonded pair.
Initially, the soul bound connection was exhilarating because they became connected in many ways they did not expected. They felt affected by each other more - physically, emotionally, and mentally. Everything was heightened - their touch, their feelings, and love from one another - it was addictive. However, as the war between their species raged on, and hatred built up, so did their conflicts because they both refused to betray their species to protect their families.
The amplified feelings of first love and affectionate touch morphed into amplified feelings of betrayal and distrust. More so because they differed in their solutions; [Name] saw no resolution to their conflict and opted for wanting to their end their relationship and connection; Kaname wanted her by his side. The fact that she was willing end their connection so easily, so heartlessly, and refused to even fight for him, was the worst treacherous act against their love. They were soulmates - bonded by their promises forever that they both chose to do, and for Kaname, that meant they were going to fight for each other forever, love each other forever, and she was going to his - forever, no matter what happened.
[Name]'s disregard for his feelings had felt like someone had a created a hole in his chest - it hurt him so much and resulted in physical and emotional pain. Evidently, their conflict, disagreements, and even their bond seem to mean nothing to her because it was so easy for her to let go him, their bond, and experience none of his gut retching pain.
Eventually, the war tides were turning into the vampire's favour because upon discovering a life threatening weakness, they massacred all the werewolves. [Name] was the last of her kind, and held hostage in a dinky prison. Kaname attempted to negotiate with her - reinforcing how she was the last of her species, and she could be spared because she was bonded to him, could only feed off him, and so, she was not a threat to the rest of the vampires; all he wanted her to do was admit that she was wrong for abandoning him, apologise for her betrayal, ask for him to love her again and promise to actually never let him go this time around. However, she did the most unforgiveable instead, and chose to end her life - over loving him- and die with a smile on her face.
"I'm sorry Kaname," she had whispered, and blood was dripping from her lips. "I love you, please forgive me." She had begged, before she died, smiling.
Kaname was in trenches because she was a liar, she hadn't loved him, because if she had, she would have chosen him! She was selfish, because after she died, it hadn't take long for their bond to kick in - and screaming in pain, Kaname had followed her to afterlife, and experienced death for the first time.
Following this, anytime he was revived, there was a permanent feeling of hollowness weighing heavily on his chest that he could never pinpoint and forget. He never saw [Name] again, much less remember her or their soul bond. The vampire and werewolf war was so in the past, that Ancestors and the fact that they were hunted was forgotten. Instead, there were Purebloods and their created class system consisting of Aristocrats, and levels (A-E) created vampires, and conflict was between vampires and humans (including vampire hunters) where vampires, particularly, Purebloods, were on top of the food chain.
Kaname recalled none of his past, until he saw her reincarnated soul again, as a human. She wore the same face, smile, and twinkle in her eyes. Her mannerisms and personality matched exactly of her first life, the love of his life. Seeing her as a human in passing, after eons, felt like being drenched with countless buckets of ice cold water. Immediately, Kaname had felt like a rabid animal akin to a newly turned level E vampire, where everything in his body screamed MINE , and instinctively, his fangs were itching because all of his accumulated hunger was starting to kick in. He hadn't fed on anyone for centuries. His lack of hunger for human blood always made other vampires marvel at him and perceive him as a super-vampire who did not need to feed - but now, Kaname was recalling the truth. It was because she was the only one he could drink from, the only one who could satiate his thirst.
Memories of their bond, his first life and love whelmed him for what felt like hours of watching a movie of all his forgotten memories. But really, it was only for some seconds, and Kaname was infuriated. All of his heart break, hurt from her betrayal, and anger from feelings of humiliation engulfed him at once. Everything felt so horrible, because it was amplified in a way he hadn't felt since he had first lost her, and it was suffocating like everything always was when it came to her.
But beneath all that was bad and horrible, Kaname finally felt alive again for the first time. Finally, he did not feel like a hollow and empty void that was just living physically, but not alive emotionally, like their bond had stated - one cannot live without the other.
At his core, despite all of his feelings and anger towards her, despite all of his ambivalence, he still loved her. She was still his, and for him, nothing was going to change that. Howver, this time around, he was going to have a leash on her (fitting since she was previously a werewolf), and he was going to make sure she could not leave him again. He was not going to make the same mistakes again.
The sounds of chains rattling was heard in the silent cellar, as [Name] thrashed against them. Her toes curled, and in ache, she attempted to move her head several times. However, Kaname had her head gripped tightly, his fingers clutching her locks harshly, as he drank from her neck.
After several moments where only the sounds of his gulping, and [Name]'s murmuring of pain were heard, Kaname removed his fangs from her throat. Then, he lovingly licked the last drops of blood that were dripping down her neck. His eyes glowed a brilliant red, while he gazed at her possessively, and clutched her tighter.
"I haven't forgiven you for what you did. You left me, my dear, like I meant nothing to you.
"But you, you meant, mean everything to me. I loved you more than myself. I will forgive you once you repent enough, and prove yourself to me and beg for my forgiveness. Until then, I will treat you the way I should have since the beginning. You're going to be under my control, and I will make sure that you can never abandon me again.
"Once you've turned into a vampire with my blood, you can't ever defy me again." Kaname whispered, and forced a desperate kiss on her. [Name] had tried to move her head away, but her efforts were fruitless since he still gripped her head tightly. Then, once Kaname pulled away from their kiss, in a blink of an eye, he slit his wrist, and forced his blood down [Name]'s lips. Her eyes widened in disgust at the vile metallic taste she was being forced to drink, and she tried to shake his hand off her, but all her efforts remained useless.
"Drink up my darling. It's time for you to be reborn and finally be by my side. And this time, you will be mine; I won't let you go again."
Can we get a drabble of Kaname with a s/o who got tired of sleeping alone so she casually entered his office, straddled his lap, and fell asleep on his shoulder ignoring whatever protest he may had?
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You were tired of sleeping alone. You barely got to see Kaname during the day because he was asleep or working, and even at night you didn’t get to see him, for he was at the Night School. You got to pass him in the hallway, but due to his reputation, he couldn’t do much more than allow his fingers to brush yours, for his eyes to meet your own for a few precious seconds as he passed you. No ‘hello’, no ‘good morning’, no ‘how are you’. Nothing. You may as well have been strangers, and those hand brushes in busy hallways accidental.
You had known what you were getting into when you allowed Kaname to court you, but after weeks of nothing more than what you had become used to, you had had enough. It hadn’t always been this way; before the academic term had started again, you had become accustomed to the gift of having Kaname beside you every night.
As such, at two in the morning, when you were as exhausted as you could get and you had to be up in five hours but you couldn’t sleep because Kaname wasn’t there beside you, you got out of bed. Your vision was slightly blurry and you wanted nothing more than to just sleep, but you shuffled down the hallway and went as far as the end. The door was closed, a ‘do not disturb sign’ hanging from a nail in the middle of the freshly painted wood, but you were too tired to obey the silent command.
You cracked open the door, peering inside the room before you fully opened the door and crossed the threshold. Kaname hadn’t, as yet, given any sign that he knew you were in the room, but you knew that he knew. He was a Pureblood vampire and as such, he knew all. You were half expecting to be turned away, but you had decided somewhere during the short journey from your bed to your final resting place that you wouldn’t give Kaname a choice. There were times during which he didn’t give you a choice, and so fair was fair.
You crossed the room, not taking the time to examine his office. There would be time for that later. Right now, all you wanted was sleep. Standing at Kaname’s side, the vampire you loved was unable to ignore you. It would be dreadfully rude to do so but also, he loved you. To ignore you would be to ignore his nature, and thus it was impossible. He craved you at every moment of every day and you used this to your advantage as you boldly, and without care for the way his breath hitched in slight irritation, climbed into his lap; disrupting his work.
“I’m working, Y/N. What do you think you are doing?”
“Sleeping.” You smirked, ducking your head into the crook of his neck. The power of Kaname’s gaze often made you forget what you were doing, even when you were fully immersed, and so you thought it best to avoid his eyes.
“Yes, but why? Is your bed not sufficient enough for you? Why must I be your resting place?”
You sighed at the ice in his usually calm voice.
“I miss sleeping with you. Don’t make me go, I’m so tired.”
Kaname sighed, but did his best to work around you; taking your word at face value. He would have to evaluate the level of this potential dependency tomorrow. It was more likely, however, that you truly did miss him. Emotions did strange things to humans, he knew. His writing speed was somewhat hindered by your presence between his arms, but as your breathing slowed down and your heart rate relaxed - he did make it pound so - he found himself unable to mind. All he ever wanted for you was happiness, and if the cost of that was a decrease in productivity, then who was he to complain? Kaname didn’t mind as much as he said he did; he had just wanted you to truly face him, and to tell him what you truly wanted. You were good at hinting and alluding to what you wanted, but so rarely were you brave enough to take what you wanted without fear of the consequences.
He was proud of you, this night. As such, he rewarded you with finishing his work quickly, and as he lifted you into his arms and carried you back to your room, you rolled your head more securely into his chest, entering a deeper stage of sleep. Getting you to your room was easy, but getting you into bed was not. You clung to Kaname, your strength surprising given your unconscious state, and Kaname found himself unable to attend his classes because he had to join you in bed, to keep from waking you.
No other human had a hold over the great Kuran Kaname like you did. Any other creature would have been killed the moment they stepped foot into his office uninvited. But you had shown a great depth of strength in being stolen of your precious sleep but still approaching the crux of the issue with the intention of fixing it, and you had. You loved him, and Kaname had loved you for even longer.
Could we have Kaname Kuran being unable to find his s/o, only to find out in passing that they were in an accident and are in the hospital, only just having survived? You can skip this if you like. Happy new year
Ohmygoodness I’ve had this for five months wtffffff I’m so sorry!!!! I hope you like this though! <3333
Reaction to this request: Ooooooh~ you’d have one pissed off vamp on your hands!
tw; injured reader; mentions of sustained injuries but no graphic stuff.
wc: 394. (I’m dying omggggggggg)
“Excuse me?” The words, short and sharp, could have cut through ice. Even Zero, as apathetic as he was, could have sworn that the atmosphere dropped several degrees; a cool wind sweeping through the dark, lonely corridor.
Zero sighed. He’d delivered the message from you already, couldn’t he be left alone already? “I said,” Zero bit back a sarcastic retort. Kaname already looked murderous. “That Y/N is in the hospital. There was some kind of accident and they might not pull through.”
Kaname nodded, his tolerance for Zero reaching its end despite the kindness that the other vampire had extended towards him. “I see. I thank you for telling me this.” Without another word, he turned and strode quickly towards the end of the corridor, his face like thunder.
Inside, he was shaking with overprotective rage. He hadn’t been there for you, to protect you, and you had been hurt as a result. Kaname’s greatest fear was losing you and he would never forgive himself for this indiscretion.
He reached the hospital wing in no time at all and he found your room in even less time than that. Professionals, patients and visitors alike stayed well out of his way; the corridor was his, just as you were.
He turned into your room and stilled instantly as the smell of blood attached his delicate senses. He was enraptured by the smell and a part of him wanted to taste your blood, to drain you dry. At the thought of tasting your blood, his perpetual thirst spiked; but he suppressed it. He would not feed off you without your consent. Such behaviour would be lower than his upbringing.
For the first time in almost an eternity, Kaname was scared. He went to your bedside and there he stayed, until at last, almost eight hours later, you opened your eyes. You were healing, but slowly. The school wouldn’t release you from the hospital wing until you were completely recovered, however, and so Kaname took to sneaking some of his blood into your IV drips. It would speed up your recovery and perhaps give you immunity to severe injury in the future.
No matter what happened to you from now on, Kaname would be there to protect you, to keep you safe and, if it came down to it, he would even give his life for yours.
Kaname with a powerful pure blood s/o that can change her physical gender with different personalities? Like her female body is his little princess and she loves him with all her heart but when she changes into a man his s/o becomes teasing and dominate? Bc of this is remains in her female form??
When she’s in her female form, Kaname would treat her a lot like he treats Yuki - with sympathy and tenderness. He’d do anything for her, even if it’s asking a lot of him, and would look after her as though she’s the most precious thing in the world. He would be distant but still her s/o and he’d treat her with the highest respect, as befitting a fellow pureblood vampire s/o.
When she’s in her male form, he’d instantly take it in stride and would treat him the way that Kaname is treated. If he’s teasing and dominant, Kaname would be that way too, which leads to some interesting events, especially for the rest of the vampires.
Either way, so long as there’s even a hint of his Y/N in there somewhere, Kaname really doesn’t care whether they’re male or female, and he’d likely try to encourage his s/o to embrace themselves and be who they are. And if not, well, he’ll love them enough for the both of them until they learned to love themselves.
As busy as Kaname always was, there was never a day when you were left feeling neglected or ignored. As you slept, Kaname was in class and vice versa, which made meeting in the middle hard and often called for either or both of yu to miss an hour or two of sleep. Even so, Kaname always made sure to kiss you good morning and good night every day, and in such a way that your toes curled and you were left in a daze and the ghost of his lips against yours.
Today, though, had been different to what the both of you were used to. Kaname had been too busy to say good morning to you and you had been too busy to say good night to him (and the opposite was also true as your schedules were reversed).
It therefore came as little surprise to you when you were woken up by a slow movement. Your bed sheets weren’t stable underneath you and as your sleep-addled brain failed to understand what was happening, the familiar sensation of Kaname’s breathing grounded you.
Slowly, it all came to make sense: Kaname had come to your room and was waking you up, presumably to spend some time with you during his busy afternoon (your midnight). He was pulling you into his embrace, cuddling you where you lay.
“What? Kan’me?”
A deliciously dangerous and seductive chuckle sounded just above your ear. “It is I.”
“‘Fought you in class?”
A hand soothed down the side of your face and tilted your head back to expose the expanse of your neck. Teeth grazed and a tongue darted out to taste your pulse point. None of Kaname’s movements were gentle now that you were awake.
“I am a pureblood, dearest. I come and go as I please.”
Kaname must have been hovering over you - it was so dark as he hadn’t put any lights on - for he punctuated the word come with a slow grind of his hips.
You were definitely awake now. Hands come up and leave your warm sheets, fingers gripped and groped the air until finally, blissfully, your exploring fingers slid easily into Kaname’s silky hair, fingers tugging on his scalp, eliciting a hiss from Kaname that left your nerve endings on fire.
You arched up into him and Kaname chuckled against your skin.
“Patience.” The word was whispered like a taunt against your skin and you shook your head, using your grip on his hair to remind him that he had been rude in waking you up, no matter how… mutually beneficial his reasoning was, and that he better make this good now that you were awake.
You were in just one of his school shirts, which swam on you, and it (thankfully) gave Kaname the quickest access to your body as he wanted, though it seemed that tonight he wanted to go slowly.
As you continued to wake up, Kaname slid a hand tantalisingly slowly underneath and then up his - your - shirt and rubbed small circles into the warm skin over your hips. He always paid the most attention to the body parts that you liked the least. It was his way of helping you learn to love yourself; by associating those parts of your body with pleasure and him. It was manipulative and you knew it was, but it was also very sweet and completely at odds with the ruthless vampire that you knew he could be.
As he rubbed your bare hips under the shirt, Kaname was nuzzling into the crook of your neck, his lips kissing wherever he could reach. His touch, his kisses, his smell, his voice, his presence, was too much and you could feel your arousal building despite how innocent the cuddle was. Your legs opened of their own accord, allowing Kaname to lay between them, aligning your bodies up perfectly.
There was a sudden cold air around you and you shuddered. Kaname chuckled and you realised belatedly - some sleep still clung to you - that he had undressed the both of you so quickly that it hadn’t even registered in your human mind.
“Kaname - please.” You were practically whining now. It had only been a few weeks since the last time that you had coupled with Kaname, but the way he had secretively come to you in the night, during his busy afternoon, had made your heart ache with love with the pureblood vampire and all you wanted was what he wanted, too.
He chuckled somewhat breathlessly, “As you wish, Y/N.”
As soon as your name, spoken like a prayer, left his lips, they were on yours, and he kissed you heatedly. Your fingers, still in his hair, only tightened and you pulled him toward you, wanting nothing more than to sink into his touch and let him make you feel alive in the only way he knew how.
His hands, his lips, were everywhere, his touch a frenzy and yet still perfectly controlled. You could feel all of him and it only made your skin feel all the more hotter as he pushed in and bottomed out. This wasn’t the first time you’d come together like this and if either of you got your way than it definitely wouldn’t be the last.
Kaname groaned as your walls clenched around him, adjusting, and you took the opportunity to kiss his neck, mimicking the way he loved you.
You moved together, Kaname’s movements perfectly executed and always desgned to give you the most pleasure - he had memorised the way your body reacted to his various actions long ago and had never failed to deliver what you needed of him each time. Likewise, your nails on his back, your lips leaving angry red marks against his alabaster skin was proving to be too much for the both of you as you led each other to the abyss and then fell over the edge, Kaname following soon after you. Ever the gentleman, he made sure that you finished first.
Kaname was heaven and hell, fire and ice, thunder and lightning, but no matter what he was, he would only ever be yours. He had woken you up, but he followed you into sleep, too.
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