Yandere Urd Geales discovering that his S/O is an agent who was tasked with spying on his affairs 0_0
Hiii, sorry for the late reply!
Yandere Urd Geales x spy reader
The room was bathed in an amber glow from the lights in the room, the fireplace burning in the corner heating up the chill of Russia. Urd Geales sat on the chair of his office table, different files, books, documents, pens scattered around and a leather journal that belonged to the only human he would allow himself to associate with, you. Your journal. For months he had watched over you with warmth in his eyes, gentle caress on your figure, soft lips on yours, careful not to nick you. But now, the truth was laid in your journal with messy writings, tactics, political afflicts, weakness in his army. You weren't the gentle little soul he thought you were. No. You were a spy meant to dismantle his rule and empire from the inside out.
The door of his office opened and clicked shut as the sound of boots stepping on plush carpet echoed in the room. You walked in with a tray of tea in your hand. You looked at him as your insides churned with discomfort. His usual serene, regal posture and expression was replaced by something far more blank and perhaps dangerous. "Urd..?" you said softly, confusion in your voice as to whats wrong. "Bring it here, my darling" his voice was calm, smooth as silk and cold as ice. You walked forward and set the tray down on top of the messy papers as you spotted something familiar. You froze as you recognized the cover. You instinctively took a step back, thinking of escaping perhaps. The pit in your stomach deepened and your throat felt so tight as if someone was holding you. Is this the end of you? He stood up and walked over to your side of the desk as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you forward, holding you flush against his chest with one hand and the other cupping your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip gently as he leaned back on the edge of the desk. "What's wrong? You don't seem well" he whispered, "Is it the cold?" he paused, "Or is it the realization that your little game has come to an end?" Panic flared through you, "I can explain" your hands pushed against his chest in attempt to create some distance, "Urd, please-" you were cut off by the cold voice, "Explain what, exactly?" he said as he looked you dead in the eye. "It was a mission" you whispered, tears pricking the corner of your eyes, nose flushing into a red colour, lips starting to plump, "I didn't have a choice. Before I met you it was just a job" you choked out. "A job" he repeated your words, tasting the bitterness of it on his tongue as he chuckled, "To you, my devotion was an advantage. Every time I held you, allowed you to see the vulnerable parts of my court, you were memorising it for you 'job'. Tell me, did you laugh at me? Did you find it amusing how easily the grand second progenitor fell to his knees for a fragile human?" his gaze was stern on yours.
"No! No, I swear to you," you cried out, gripping the fabric of his chest, "It changed, I fell in love with you, Urd! Thats why the reports stopped weeks ago. I couldn't do it anymore, I was going to tell you." He stared at you, for a fleeding second a shadow of pain painted his features before his serene smile plastered itself back on. His pale fingers tangled itself in your hair as he pulled back gently to expose your throat to him, licking his lips in attempt to avoid pricking the skin open and feeding till you pass out. "I know the reports stopped" he whispered as he brushed his nose against your addams apple, "I've talked to your agency when they came a few weeks ago looking for you and the data. They died very slowly, my love. Did they tell you why? Oh, apologies, you weren't even informed that they came to see you" he chuckled as he bit your skin, pulled it and watched it spring back into its place. "Because they assumed claim on something that wasn't in their possession anymore" he looked back up at you. Your mind pieced together what he was saying when you came to the realization, "You..killed them?" you asked, terror laced. "Of course, I did" he said softly before tightening his hold on your waist, "They put you in my path and, for that, I suppose I should thank them. But they alsp thought they could take back the offering they gave. Its quite impolite, my love. And might I just mention how they thought of you as mere tool to be used and discarded? They've failed to realise you're far from rescuing after you've stepped into my life. Humans are so dim witted, don't you think?" you flet bile rise up your throat, "Urd, please, let me go-" you said, trying to push him and run off, "Let you go?" the facade of the gentle lover shattered, "Do you truly think you could just walk away after weaving your roots so deeply into my heart?" he sneered at you, pulling your hair a bit harshly. "Dont you dare avert your gaze from me" you looked up at him, tears rolling down your eyes leaving streaks of wetness behind, eyelashes clumped and eyes red, lips slightly quivering and face flushed.
His expression softened a fraction as he kissed your temple, "Don't cry, my sweet spy" he murmured, his voice dropping to a soothing tone. "I'm not angry with you. In fact, I find myself rather fascinated. You played your part so well. You made me feel things I haven't felt in centuries. The thrill of your deception makes everything so bitter yet also sweeter." he said before lifting you up into his arms and walking back to sit on his office chair. You were straddled on his lap, facing towards him, hands on either shoulder. Urd's hands came up to your face, cupping it as his thumbs wiped your tears away. You sniffled and calmed yourself down a bit, "What are you going to do to me?" you whispered, exhausted as you leaned in and placed your head on his shoulder, eyes heavy enough to fall asleep. "To keep you of course, exactly where you're supposed to be" he whispered back as his hand up and down your back, soothing you further. "I'm a traitor to my people. A liar to you. How can you even look at me?" you said bitterly. He tilted his face towards your ear, "Your people are nothing but dust waiting to be scattered by the winds. And as for your lies, they do not matter any longer. Because you don't have anyone to lie to now, do you? You will have no radio, no journals no contact with the outside world. Your world begins and ends with me," he replied gently.
"Please don't lock me away" you pleaded weakly, "I'm not. I'm preserving whats mine. You are far too clever and far too dangerous to be left to your own devices. If I let you roam free, you might think of fleeing. You might think there is a place on this earth where I cannot find you. I prefer to eliminate that variable entirely" he corrected you. "Urd.." you tried to plead but tiredness got the better of you, "Shh" he said, kissing your forehead, then your cheek. "Tell me, are you afraid of me now? After all this time?" "Kind of" you murmured, "Fear is an honest reaction which is better than the beautiful lies you used to feed me. I want your honestly now" he shifted his weight, pressing his lips on the pulse of your neck. You braced yourself for a jolt of pain as he bit through but it never came. He held you there, inhaling you and feeling your racing pulse. "I will turn you. Not today, and perhaps not tomorrow either. I'll savour your humanity until you realise you're the safest with me and only I can handle you with the gentle hands you desire. But eventually it will happen. I do not want to lose you if I'm being quite frank" It almost sounded like his voice broke at the last sentence.
You closed your eyes knowing you had no escape as he laid you back into your previous position. The web you had spun to catch him had ultimately trapped you instead. He smiled as he saw the last of your resistance fade into resignation and submitton. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you impossibly closer, burying his face in your hair. "Thats it darling. Let the world outside cease to exist. You're home and you never need to leave it" he whispered before soothing you to sleep.
Guys, I have exams from 5-20 July so I wont be posting till then and when I do start posting on the 21st, I'm dropping a bomb on all of you. A few requests will be answered at once (if I even have time to finish em, I only wrote 1 so far) Pls be patient!!
Summary: A story where Ferid falls in love for the first time in his entire existence and he does everything he can to keep it together.
Chapter: 15/15
Chapter name: Commitment
Warning : there are yandere themes and there is one 18+ scene in it which some of you might not like so please avoid in that case.
The silver ring was heavy compared to its size. It had the same kind of ruby Ferid had on his earrings. He made sure to have it commissioned matching with him. It fits your finger perfectly too. "You really went all out on the silver, Ferid" you remarked as you held your hand up, the light sparkling on top of the ruby. "Are you trying to test my silver allergies with this? Or is this genuine?" you teased him. Ferid gasped as he placed his hand on his chest feigning hurt, "My dear, you're so cruel. Here I am giving away my immortal soul to you and you accuse me of poisoning. Deeply hurt here"
You giggled, "I'm sure your nonexistent heart is pounding with agony" you watched him as he smoothly got on one knee in front of you, bringing your hand close to his lips, his pale cool fingers calming around your hands. He pressed a soft kiss to each knuckle in turn. "I was dead my entire life until the very moment I met you" he whispered. You paused, "Ferid, you were dead. You've been a vampire for centuries, it's literally your entire trademark" you pointed out, deadpan.
Ferid let out a laugh, throwing his head back before looking at you again, "Must you ruin my poetry with your logic? I'm trying to be romantic here. It takes a lot of effort for someone like me to muster up such sentimentality, you know?" he mused, "And I appreciate the theatrics. The kneeling is a great posture for you as well as romantic" you teased as you reached out and brushed your fingers through his bangs and pushed them back as you watched it cascade on his beautiful face once again. "But what is this really about? I'm pretty sure you wouldn't hand out jewellery of this kind without a condition"
"No conditions, just an invitation to be mine. This world is a dreadfully boring place my love. And mortal lives such as yours are short and dull. A mere blink of an eye and you'd leave me here eternally to endure the boredom by myself. I can't simply let that happen" he said softly as he rose up to his full height standing before your sitting form. "Are you saying you'd miss me?" you tilted your head, sarcasm in your voice to hide the flutter of your heart from his words, "Last time I checked, I was your favourite source of entertainment"
"You are my 'only' entertainment" he corrected softly as his hands cupped your cheeks, "And I've decided that I don't want to let you go" Before you could say anything he drew a sharp thumbnail over his tongue, beads of blood pooling in his mouth, some slowly starting to trickle down the corner of his lips. He leaned in eliminating the little space you had between yourselves by pressing his lips on yours. The kiss was sweet and metallic at first and he deepened the kiss making sure you swallow his blood. And after a second or two, fumes of agonising fire burned up your chest and veins. The world spinning in your eyes and mind.
You gasped against his lips clutching the fabric of his shoulder as your heart gave out a final thud against your ribs and stopped entirely. Every sense you had amplified a hundredfold. Ferid pulled back, blood drying on his lips as he wet it again and licked it away. "Welcome to eternity my love" he whispered pressing his lips to your forehead with genuine fondness as always, "We have all the time in the world now" he murmured into your ear. Your throat felt as if it had been scraped with sandpaper, dry as ever. The world was too sharp, too loud for you at the moment.
You stared at Ferid's throat his pale skin looking beautiful. Your jaw clenched with an involuntary spasm as as sharp fangs pushed past your gumline. "My, my" he cooed, "Look at those lovely new fangs. Are we experiencing the first fight with newborn hunger?" his eyes shone with delight as he admired your new form, though he did start missing your human self. The one he fell for a year ago precisely.
"Ferid" you rasped out clutching the fabric of his collar as you leaned in, "It burns..I think I need-" you were cut off, "I know exactly what you need" he whispered as he tilted his head to expose his long elegant throat. He looked like a man that had been offered the finest delicacy in the world being a sadist. "Go ahead. Take what is yours. Don't shy out now, dear" he teased. The scent of his intoxicating blood hit your nose with a blow. Driven by something you couldn't control you dived into his neck, biting into the flesh as painfully as possible as blood flowed into your mouth.
He gasped as you bit in, "Ah..ha.." it wasn't a sound of agony, more of ecstasy ,"My, how aggressive. I didn't know you had such a wild side hidden beneath the coldness" he said as one of his hands placed themselves behind your nape and one on your waist pulling you impossibly closer. "Shut up" you snarled although it was muffled on his neck. The cold blood felt like euphoria as it soothed your burning throat with each gulp.
"Yes..just like that" he said, his eyes rolling from the pleasure of your bite. Every swallow made you feel more alive. "Drink until you're full, my darling." he assured as fingers dug into your waist. When the burning in your throat subsided into calm and comfort you slowly pulled away. Your mouth was stained with quite a bit of blood as it was your first time with this and you wiped it away with the back of your hand as you looked up at him. He collapsed on top of you and the soft mattress covered the fall. "You're magnificent" he breathed out, a beautiful dazed smile playing on his lips. He was completely undone. "Seriously, how do you find pleasure in this?" he chuckled burying his face into your neck, "I suppose that is a question which has no answer but darling I must admit, that was absolutely divine" he said as he pulled his hand up to stroke your cheek. And thus, the journey of your immortal life began.
hello, you remind me of someone who also used to have a owari no seraph blog, mainly about ferid too; am i mistaken you for someone else?🧐🧐
Perhaps my love😭, Ik an author 'valehaliane' and she used to be one of my faves, her acc is deactivated now but she used to be one of the best Ons Blogs, and another one is Ferid's despair which posted a few weeks ago but its also one of the best blogs about Ons. Love them and their blogs sm
hi ! I've been a big fan and this is my first request !!:
could we please see what ferids punishments are like? maybe reader really did try to run away, or just acted out too strongly
and maybe he hurts them too far -- a cut that drives too deep or isolation that's lasts too long. reader turns really skittish or dull around him now, and now he has too comfort them etc etc... thank you !! 🤎
Hii, Sorry for the late answers. Hope you like it.
Yandere Ferid Bathory x hurt reader
The air in Ferid's chambers was devoid of life and cold. For months you've existed in his life. You weren't a mere livestock attached to a feeding machine. You were his favourite human. The chosen little pet. It was a position that came with uncertainty, comfort and an unpredictable owner. He played with his food mentally and physically. He thrived on the chase, tears, blood, defiant sparks of anger, disobedience, the sweet warm flesh of your skin where his fangs sinked in, the feeling of your soft lips on top of his. So many things he absolutely adored of you. He loved breaking you piece by piece until the idea of never being able to escape wrapped around your shattered mind as you started embracing the being you'd spend the rest of your life with, started touching him gently, heart swelling with love for the monster of a man he was. Truly, how far can one break? Perhaps it was time.
Ferid had been in one of his masochistic moods, red eyes with black slits in place of pupils glittering with chaotic boredom. When you tried to pull away from his embrace, exhausted and overstimulated, an airy melodic laugh made its way into your ears as you were pinned to the velvet chaise by him. He wanted to see your face with tear streaks on them, he wanted a fearful reaction out of you to satisfy his own twisted desires. You thought he'd use his fangs to inflict pain on you, but owing to unusuality you saw him pull out a silver dagger. "Perhaps a little artistry would remind you not to make mistakes, my love?" he chuckled as he ran the tip of it over your collarbone. His strength faltered under the mist of his twisted amusement. It sliced through your skin, parting your sweet flesh and blood. He had pressed too hard, it wasn't the shallow scratch he intended to imprint, it was a deep gash that immediately welled with dark blood, spilling over both sides of your shoulder. The white hot pain seared through you as you let out a scream so raw, it made his senses freeze and his smile faltered. He stared at the wound in awe as his sarcastic glee turned into genuine shock. For a vampire who prided himself on precise control of movement, he had made a clumsy brutal mistake, and that too, on the one he loved. He firmly slid his thumb across the wound in a swift movement in an attempt to cool down the burn, but the damage was done. Not just to your flesh, to your spirit as well.
A day has passed and the wound was bound tightly, ointments of finest quality smeared underneath it. The physical healing was irrelevant to the healing of your mind. You sat still on the edge of the massive four poster canopy bed, staring at the wall tapestries blankly, the bandages on your collarbone peeking out of the sheer fabric you were wearing. You barely even seemed to breathe, you looked lifeless. Ferid stepped into the room, the heels of his boots clicking softly against the carpeted floor, his uniform immaculate as his silver hair cascaded down his back in a neat ponytail, swaying behind him as he came towards you. His customary grin was plastered on his face as he vigilantly observed you. "Good evening, little lamb" his voice playful yet soft as he set down a silver tray with pastries and tea beside you. "I brought you something to help restore your strength. You lost quite a bit of blood, thanks to my...little clumsy moment yesterday" he slid his gloved fingers through his hair, waiting for a retort of some sort. Usually you would glare at him, hurl an insult or turn away from him. You slowly turned to look at his eyes, ignoring the delicacy placed beside you, your hollow gaze piercing through him, "Thank you, Lord Ferid" your voice flat, no spark, no nothing. Just the voice of a ghost.
His smile twitched as he placed a hand on his hip, "Oh? 'Lord Ferid'? We're being formal today are we? Come now, where is that temper of yours? Aren't you going to throw a pillow at me? Tell me you hate me?" slyness of a fox in his voice. "I don't hate you" you said softly, your gaze drifting back to the tapestry displayed on the cold walls, "You are a vampire. I am human. You do what you please with me. It's my fault for forgetting that. Forgive me, sire" The words were devoid of anger and bitterness, they were spoken like an objective fact and it terrified him. He stepped closer, invading your space as he reached out and placed a hand on your cheek, cupping it and forcing you to look up at his towering form. You'd bite his finger any other day or distance yourself. Now you simply let him tilt your head. Your face relaxed, eyes of vacancy, looking into them was like looking into an abandoned house. "Stop that" he murmured, his voice losing its playful edge, "Look at me properly" he demanded. "I am looking at you" you murmured back. "No you aren't, you're looking through me" he said as he let go of your cheek, an unfamiliar discomfort and irritation pricking his insides. "I apologise, alright? Is that what you want to hear? The great Ferid Bathory admitting his mistake of poorly controlling his strength? It was an accident" you let him finish, "You don't need to apologise. You own me. If you want to cut through me, that's your right. I understand my place now". 'I understand my place now', the words echoed in his mind as a suffocating knot formed in his stomach. He had spent months trying to break your rebellious spirit, wanting to tame you. He didn't want any of this. He didn't want a mindless doll. He wanted a vibrant expressive human who found something worth staying for with him, whose blood rushed with passion for him. By letting his cruelty go too far, he didn't break your rebellion, he broke your soul.
Days blurred into one another, you ate when told, slept when told, offered your neck and anywhere on your body for him to feed on when demanded. You became a shell of the person you once used to be. You didn't wince anymore at the sharp pain of fangs sinking in your skin, you just stared at the ceiling waiting for him to finish. Feeding on you had become an unfulfilling chore, your blood tasted of iron as it had lost its sweet vibrant rush of life that always made him crave more of you. Ferid couldn't stand it anymore. Your silence was defeaning and your dullness a constant mocking reminder of his failure of control.
One evening he entered the room, finding you sitting on the velvet lounge, eyes on your lap, fiddling with your fingers. He walked over and picked you up without a word as he carried you to the bed, where he sat leaning on a mountain of pillows and placing you on his lap, facing towards him. You didn't struggle as you let yourself be moved like a ragdoll, straddling his lap, head resting limply on his shoulder. "I brought you something" his voice softer than usual, his theatrical tone at bay as he wrapped both arms just below your chest, pulling you closer. He held up a rose to your vision. "It's quite rare to find these in the underground city" you glanced at it before expressing appreciation towards his gesture, "Thank you, its beautiful" you murmured, tone still void. "Do you want to hold it?" "If you want me to" you replied. Ferid slammed the rose into the soft mattress, his patience snapping in half. He gripped your shoulders painfully, forcing you to look at him. His aristocratic composure was cracking into pent up grief and fury, "Enough! I cannot take this anymore!" he snarled, his fangs flashing into your sight. "Scream at me! Cry! Curse my name! You're acting like a corpse and I did not keep you alive just to have a corpse sitting around in my manor" You looked at him, raw frustration twisting his handsome features. Months ago this would've had your heart hammering against your ribs as panic flared through you. But you were eerily calm about everything, almost as if none of it affected you. "I have nothing to say, Ferid" you whispered, using his name without honorifics for the first time in days. "You wanted me to learn my lesson. I learned it. When I fight back or defy you I always get hurt in the process. I won't do it anymore. I'll be whatever you want me to be. Just tell me what you need" an unprompted tear slipping from your eye as it rolls down your cheek leaving a trail of wetness behind, a leak of exhausting grief. The sight of the single tear and your dead voice pulling the strings in his heart.
Slowly the anger drained from his posture as his hold on your shoulders softened, thumb rubbing soft circles on either side. He removed his gloves as he wiped the stray tear with the tip of his finger, licking away the salty solution with one swipe of his tongue. His touch was shockingly tender and devoid of the malice that accompanied him. "This isn't what I wanted" he whispered as he gazed into your face, eyes full of gentle sorrow. He pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you once again, burying his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling deeply. He was trying to piece back the expensive porcelain vase he broke. "I'm sorry" the words came out muffled on your skin, he had never meant a sorry in his entire life but right here right now, he was in a dilemma on how to express the fact. "I'm sorry, doll. I went too far. I acted out because I'm a monster who forgets his limits and how fragile you are." you stayed rigid in his hold, his breath tickling your skin as you felt his distress and heavy heart. "Ferid..?" you whispered, confusion in your throat as you've never seen him so vulnerable and soft, it was uncharacteristic of him. "Don't be a doll" he pleaded softly, arms tightening around you as he threaded his fingers into your hair, gliding in a soothing manner. "Be angry with me. Hate me for the rest of eternity if you must, but please..not this. I miss everything about you, the way your eyes light up when you defy me, your smile, everything.. I promise I wont ever use a blade on you for my own twisted pleasure. I wont hurt you like that again" he whispered as he pressed his fingers deeper into your skin. He pulled back to look at your face, his eyes pleading and stripped of all its masked. He brought his face down to your bandaged skin, pressing his lips there ever so softly, peppering kisses on the healing wound as if trying to heal his harm. "Let me fix this, tell me what you want. I will do whatever it takes to comfort your desires" he whispers against your skin, "Just don't look at me with those empty eyes again, it aches terribly even for someone without a heart and soul. It feels as if something is clawing at my chest the more distant you become" he finished, seriousness evident in his voice.
The desperate raw vulnerability in his voice pierced through the wall you had built around your heart for the past few days. Your chest heaved, ragged breaths left your mouth as hot tears spilled from your eyes. A sob tore through your throat, the numbness shattering into overwhelming pain you've suppressed. You buried your face into his shoulder as you slowly wept. He didn't mock your weakness or claim you to be pathetic. He pulled you flush against him, his hands rubbing your back as soothing murmured washed over your ears. He loved you so deeply but how could he express it? He had been a mentally ill person ever since he was a child. He didn't know how but he vowed to himself to treat you as gently as a flower from that day. As your tears spilled onto him, the ache in his heart worsened yet it also brought relief that you were finally going to open up to him again. So many complex emotions running back and forth in his mind, and he knew the only way he could be held together from breaking apart is the softness and affection your existence provided.
Oh I have an idea! What about Ferid accidentally hurting his Darling and then him getting all soft about it? Literal hurt > comfort lol. Like he is a vampire and he’s really strong, so I have to imagine it can happen 🤔 Even if he is a bastard and might do so on purpose sometimes.
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HEEYEYEYYEYEYEY HAPPY TO ANSWER THESE REQUESTS (I must warn you this is kinda sloppy)
Yan! Ferid x reader he accidentally injured
Ferid Bathory let out a sigh as he glided through the hallways. Another Progenitor Council meeting, hours of threat, strategy, war. It was exhausting. After all his playful smirks, mockery and sarcasm, he was utterly drained. He pushed open the door of his private chambers. The room was illuminated by a very dim golden light from the ceiling, most of the room being dark. And in there, on the massive four poster bed was you, his darling. You were fast asleep, curled into cozy blankets and pillows. To Ferid's displeasure, you were on the farthest corner of the bed bruied deep in pillows. You were warm and cozy.
A weary smile tugged at his lips, "Splendid, an entire bed and you've chosen to occupy an inch of the border" he muttered into the room. He unclipped his cape, throwing it carelessly on the velevt lounge as he began to rid himself of his boots and formal attire leaving only a white silk shirt and trousers on. He looked less like a progenitor and more like a creature seeking solace. He slid into the bed, the sheets ruffling softly beneath him. He could feel the warmth radiating from your side and he terribly hated the distance between you. He wanted to bury your face in his chest, hold your body flush against his, bathe in the fragrance of your hair, slide his hand beneath your shirt and rub your bare back. So many things he wanted to do to you. "Come here" he murmured as he reached across the mattress. His mind was still fogged with the matters of the council, not focused enough to understand the pain he was about to inflict on you. He caught your wrist, intending to firmly pull your sleeping form against him, tucking you away in his chest.
He pulled too hard, his grip clamping down with a crushing force of the seventh progenitor. A sudden sharpless breath tore through your throat as the agonizing pressure jolted you awake. "Ferid!" you cried out wincing to the pain. You instinctively tried to yank your hand away from him. Your genuine pain laced voice hit Feird like a physical blow. He let go immediately, his exhaustion vanishing as worry washed over him. "Darling? Goodness, did I hurt you? Do forgive me, I'm not functioning rather well tonight" his voice slightly frantic, the smile wiped off of his face.
You sat up, cradling your hand against your chest as tears pricked the corner of your eyes from the pain. The skin of your wrist was red with slight purple bruises forming on it slowly. When he saw his monstrous strength reflected so deeply in your skin, it made his heart twist in guilt. "Let me see, little lamb" he whispered as he came closer to you, his hands reaching for yours gently as you let him touch it. "Honestly, how do I manage to strike my targets precisely in the battlefield only to bruise my own darling" he murmured to himself, face devoid of any emotions. "Its okay, it was just an accident" you whispered, trying to soothe him despite being the one in pain. "What are humans made of? Glass? Well, I'm quite sure mine is made out of porcelain" he murmured as he gently brought his hands behind you and pulled you down with him on the plush bed. He tucked against his chest as he lifted your wrist up and sorrowfully eyed the bruise. Without a word, he lowered it to his face, pressing a cool kiss on it. Your winced slightly but his cool lips instantly provided comfort to your throbbing injury. He started peppering kisses over the bruise.
"A magnificent display of my incompetence" he murmured against your skin before pressing another kiss to it, "Does that help the throbbing at all?" he asked as he guided his other hand below your garment and rubbing your bare back. "Its getting a bit numb" you whispered and admitted against his neck, leaning into him more. Even if he was a menace sometimes, you couldn’t deny the care and softness within him. "Your lips feel like ice on it" he chuckled at your words, "I'm certainly delighted to hear that"
He gently draped your arm on his torso, your hand behind his back as he used both his arms to envelope you, resting his chin on the crown of your head. "I must admit, I'm quite greedy with affection from you, little lamb" he confessed softly, "The thought that my own hands caused you such pain..it makes me loathe my own strength. Even though I'm a monster, I have no intentions to show this side of the coin to you." You reached up with your uninjured hand and slipped it between his cheek and the pillow beneath it, your thumb rubbing back and forth beneath his eye. "It's okay..it was an honest mistake" you murmured, looking up at him. "You are far too good for me. It's a mystery what I've done to deserve you" he said before pressing his soft lips with yours. You kissed back, his fangs grazing your bottom lip as he bit down gently. "At this rate you'll be fully dismantled by sunrise" he chuckled breaking the kiss, "The mansion would be dull without my favourite pet to provoke" he remarked. "Oh, yeah? We'll see. Let me sleep now" you said slyly. "I suppose I can manage that" the sing-song in his voice making its way in again. "I shall be on my best behaviour, doll" he whispered into your ear.
Can you make enemies to lovers style Guren x reader? Reader not as a vampire someone he knows for a long time
Thank you for your request!!
Yandere enemies to lovers Guren x Reader
The strong smell of copper hung in the air and rubble around you. Your boots skidded on the ground as you stumbled back and landed on a crumbled building. Within eyesight, the only things you saw were corpses of vampires and humans sprawled on the ground. Your own dead squad 20 meters away, obliterated, gone. You survived out of bitter luck. You were breathless, panting as your chest heaved. Your uniform was torn, soaked with blood that wasn't entirely yours. You were stranded, your cursed gear humming weakly beside you, the battelfiend settling into a deadly silence.
You heard heavy footsteps coming around you, you forced yourself to look up as you grabbed the hilt of your sword, ready to lunge on the predator. When you saw the Lieutenant Colonel your expression turned bitter. His violet eyes staring deep into your exhausted and worn out form. His hair was messy, his uniform immaculate except for his boots which were drenched in blood. "Look at you" his voice devoid of the authority he expressed infront of everyone, "The last one standing. I thought I'd have to dig through the rubble to find your remains" he smirked. You glared at him, adrenaline surging through you.
You hated Guren from the moment you were assigned under his jurisdiction. He was arrogant, cold, manipulative and treated his soldiers like pawns on a chessboard. You had never hesitated to snap back at his orders which gained you the reputation of the squads rebel. Well, the squad's gone now, only the rebel left. "If you're going to gloat, Ichinose, save it. My squad is dead. Go call the clean-up crew and leave me alone" you spat, caughing as the surrounding smoke found its way to your lungs. He didn't move to call anyone.
He walked into the space between your legs and stood closer against your sitting form. He gazed down at you, a smirk on his lips, "Leave you? Why would I do that? I've been planning this for months by now" the voice echoed softly in the ruins around you. You looked at him confused. Was he talking about seeing you in a destroyed state like this or something? "What are you talking about?" your voice stern. "Your squad" he started. "They were holding you back. Always cluttering up your schedule, keeping you busy, making you waste your potential on pathetic teamwork. I tried transferring you, but you kept fighting it. So sturbburn and fiercely loyal to absolute nobodies" he spat as he knelt down, one of his knees on your thigh.
You started connecting the dots one by one, the lack of reinforcements, the isolated sector with no proper intel. "You.." your heart started beating faster, shock in your veins, "You knew about this. You set them up" you whispered, his face at level with yours, his violet eyes staring deep. "I simply perfected a scenario" Guren corrected as casually as discussing workload over a cup of coffee. "The vampires wanted a fight and your squad needed a reality check. It's a shame they didn't survive but if I'm honest, its quite positive" he smirked. "You lunatic!" you yelled as you lunged at him, swining your sword aiming his neck with all the strength you had left. He caught your wrist mid-air effortlessly, twisting it and pulling you forward, your chest pressed against his and your chin resting on his collarbone while looking up at him. The sword fell to the floor with a clink. "Call me whatever makes you feel better, sweetheart" he whispered, the scent of mint spiking your nostrils.
"But look around. Who's here to save you? Not your so-called friends. Not the order. Its me. If I hadn't come here to get you, undoubtedly you would've died. This is the most isolated areas filled to the brim with vampires. Didn't you even wonder why only your rookie team was sent here? Right. You weren't given the intel" he spat as a mocking chuckle escaped his lips. "I hate you" you snarled, tears of frustration and grief finally stinging your eyes. If I dont die here, I'll spend my life finding a way to ruin you" Gurens smile widened, stretching into something psychotic. He reached up with his free gloved hand, cupping your cheek. He didn't seem angered or even irritated by your words, he seemed rather intoxicated, "I dont need you to like me. Love, hate, malice, it's the same as fire as long as its burning exclusively for me. You spent so much time looking at the world, wasting your life. And now you'll be focused on me and ruining my life" you glared at him trying to pull back but he placed a hand to your back, pressing you harder against him in a bone crushing embrace.
"I saw something I wanted so I cleared the weeds so it could grow under my care. Let your hatred for me keep your heart beating. Let it be the reason you wake up in the morning. I'll gladly be your villain, saviour, hero, whatever role you need me to play as long as I'm the only actor on stage." He leaned closer, his nose brushing yours and forehead resting on yours gently. A stark contrast to the monstrosity he is. "You know how infuriating it was when you mingled with the likes of your squad? Haven't you ever wondered why I'm always mad at you and why I'm so rude? Gosh it was so hard to not just kill them on the spot. See how much I control myself for you?" a breathless chuckle escaped him.
You tried to push him away, but your limbs felt like stone. Your blood loss finally started closing in on you with dark spots in your vision and breathlessness, "Don't fight it" he murmured as he lifted you off the ground with one hand below you. Your legs on either side of his waist and your head in the crook of his neck as your consciousness slipped away."You can try to kill me tomorrow" he whispered to you as he picked up your limp hand and buried his face into your palm, breathing in and kissing the flat and soft surface.
Summary: A story where Ferid falls in love for the first time in his entire existence and he does everything he can to keep it together.
Chapter: 14/15
Chapter name: Nightmare
Warning : there are yandere themes and there is one 18+ scene in it which some of you might not like so please avoid in that case.
The winter wind of Japan howled that night. Inside the master bedroom was a lamb and its owner tangled under a thick heavy duvet. It has been a year since you and Ferid met. The start contrast of your first reaction to him and your current one is amusing. So much can happen in a year. You jolted awake, a gasp tearing from your throat. Your heart hammered against your ribs and your forehead was slick with cold sweat. The dream was beginning to fade but the fear from it seared into your mind. A monstrosity of black and jagged body chasing you down a wasteland while you ran at the brink of death. Its body looked like ash almost, or perhaps dust you'd say. Before you could even think of getting out of the bed and grabbing a glass of water, a pair of arms yanked you towards himself. Your chest meeting Ferid Bathory's.
"Did the big bad boogyman catch you? You're vibrating like an alarm clock" he whispered, almost a purr into the shell of your ear. He pulled the thick heavy duvet up your body to your chin before his long pale fingers rested on your cheek, his thumb brushing it softly. "It was..this weird ashy thing that was cha-" "Shh shh" you were cut off by his soothing voice. He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. "Please, spare me the gruesome anatomy lesson so early in the morning. I am a monster of refined tastes, darling, and graphic descriptions of imaginary monsters before my first cup of..well breakfast, ruins my palate"
"I'm serious!" you whisper shrieked, "It felt so real, it was right behind me, it was going to tear me to shreds" Ferid let out a melodic sigh, "You survive a global apocalypse, walk through fields of corpses, live under the roof of one of the most dangerous progenitors in existence and yet you lose your sleep over some bedtime stories your subconscious made up" he shifted, propping himself on one elbow and rested his head on his hand to get a better view of you while the other continued to stroke your cheek.
His silver strands spilled on his shoulders like silk, his bangs making him look ethereal. An amused smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Tell me, did this monstrosity have a name perhaps? Or a motive to chase you?" he asked teasingly. "It didn't need a motive. It just wanted to destroy me" "How pathetic and unoriginal. Honestly if your mind is going to subject you to midnight terrors the least it can do is provide some grand monolouge. Or a flashy outfit? A monster chasing you mindlessly just to destroy you is almost tedious. I'm offended on your behalf." he rolled his eyes.
"Ferid, you're being annoying" you whined, your face disappointed. But Ferid's tactics worked well as his 'annoying' behaviour chipped away your fear slowly but surely "Annoying? Me? I'll have you know I am providing top tier, premium emotional support. Do you have any idea of how many humans would beg to be cradled by a seventh progenitor after a nightmare? Usually when humans cry out in the dark around me, its entirely for a different reason. You are receiving a luxury service free of charge" he said dramatically.
"A luxury service that comes with a side of relentless mocking." you pointed out, a small smile on your lips. "It builds character" Ferid countered smoothly. He leaned in closer to your face, "Lets look at this logically? What would happen if that terrifying creature of yours could manifest into the dark corner of the room and step in here right now?","It would probably eat us both alive" you muttered. He let out a genuine laugh, a delightful sound that echoed softly inside the room.
"Eat me? A creature of ash against a noble vampire? Please. I would slide my sword through its wretched chest before it could even blink its nonexistent eyes." he leaned closer. Tip of his nose brushing against yours, "Theres nothing outside these walls, nor in your head that has the opportunity to destroy you. Do you know why perhaps?" he asked with a playful edge to his tone, "Because you're a sadist and wont miss out on a chance to torment someone?" you knew the answer so well. "Exactly!" Ferid beamed as he snapped his fingers.
"You see, I have invested far too much time, effort and quite some of my money to keep you healthy, plump and entertained. I am certainly not going to let a fictional shadow puppet ruin my investment" "You are truly terrible at comforting people" you murmured before sinking your head back into his chest as the warmth of the blanket and his not-so-terrible comfort lull you back to sleep. "I think I'm doing a spectacular job" he murmured back as he laid back into the bed holding you close. His hand lifting the fabric of your clothing and sliding into your bare back where he moved his hands in a soothing manner.
"Honestly, I'm such a delight" he complimented himself, "Delight isn't the word I'd use. Annoying, maybe" you retorted, "Such biting ungratefulness" he said dramatically though the corner of his mouth lifted upward, "And here I was just about to offer you a bedtime story to chase away the lingering discomfort but your words are truly wounding, my love" you sighed softly, "Ferid I just want to sleep"you mumbled, " You are free to do so. But if it shows up again, do pass my message that I thought it was a try hard" he replied, "Sure, I'll make sure to pass along the insult" you whispered, voice tired as ever. "Bad taste is the real nightmare here" he said with a dramatic shudder. He shifted a bit making himself and you more comfortable. "Now, close your eyes and sleep. You have not one thing to worry about" he assured you.
