Just Come Over And Bite me

A Diabolik Lovers writing blog! Reader Discretion is advise since it is likely all posts will have some form of TW due to the contents of the original games/animes/mangas. Hope you enjoy <33

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𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓔𝔂𝓮

𝟐. 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐒𝐡𝐮 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

{𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐖: 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐳, 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬 (?)}

Part 1.

Women were bothersome. Women were shallow. A mantra carved into the ridges of Shu’s brain by his experiences with his own mother. Women were loud. And demanding. A multitude of former brides had passed through the halls of the manor, some in search of escape, others in search of pleasure. Many turned to him in the search of a pretty face, others undermined his hunger for his sloth. But the fact of the matter was that those women were gone, lost to insatiable hunger or to self-expiration. A fleeting moment in the grandiose existence of a vampire. A whisper of a note. 

  No women yet had even managed to strike a cord in Shu’s life.

  He was meant to be king. To be lavished in the jewels of a crown and in the blood of a queen to bear the fruits of Adam and Eve. His existence was a pledge. 

  Unfortunately, a pledge that had failed to be kept.

  In Shu’s eyes, that’s why previous brides hadn’t even bothered. If their gaze fell upon a path that lacked some success worth reaping, it was no surprise the women turned away from the lackluster vampire, the embodiment of an empty garden. No flowers to pick. No fountains to gaze upon. 

  The walls that surrounded him, the rusted gates gnarled with vines of self-hatred kept the women at bay. 

  Useless. Utterly empty. 

  And yet… there you were.

  Snipping away at the weeds and polishing the marble statues. 

  Why.

  Why? 

  Was it for his throne? The undeniable power of a siren heiress married to the first born of the Sakamaki name? Was he to be murdered in cold blood at the first moon of his finger barring a ring? 

  Perhaps it was the glamorous living. The gilded cloak of opulence. The siren would be adorned in jewels and silks, placed upon a pedestal of wealth only to fall to the cracks of the vampiric structure. 

  In all his thoughts, you’d die. 

  They all do in the end. 

  Three days have passed since your arrival.

  The first day Shu had practically dropped you off at your room with nothing much else than a glare. 

  “I have no bonds, commitments or interests.” Shu had sighed, voice laced with indifference. “But if you still insist on meddling with me, you’ll waste your time.” 

  The words had been spoken quickly, yet not with urgency but with familiarity. How many other women has he pushed away with his indifference, you wondered, for at that moment, you had simply been too stunned to answer. 

  So your gaze found solace on his face, though short lived as he had quickly teleported away right after. But just before, his eyes had been closed during the short time he spoke, as though he were falling asleep in place.

  And written across his face, the shadow of a troubled expression.

  In the softness of his eyebrows, a slightly darker color than his hair and trimmed, had settled irritation. They had been furrowed just enough to cast a slight shadow across his hooded eyes, which seemed to brew with thickly veiled confusion. The corners of his lips, pink and plush in nature were slightly downturned. 

  You had done something to upset him that night. So it was no surprise you hadn’t seen him at dinner. 

  Or the day after. 

  But on the third day you were starting to feel a little frustrated. 

  And now, you were here, with four brother encounters under your belt and four occasions where you already had to sing away their presence with your silver tongue. 

  It was starting to get irritating. 

  Your knuckles rapped against the wooden door of Shu’s room. It had been an easy destination to find, bathed in the musk of sloth and scented bath water. An odd scent to give off but an undeniably effortless one to detect. 

  Silence from the other side. 

  You pursed your lips, tasting the slight peachiness of your gloss.

  “If you’re not gonna open the door, I’m opening it for you.” You called out, placing your ear to the door in search of some rustle or sound. 

  Nothing. There wasn’t even a heartbeat to detect, as after all, he was a vampire.

  But the scent, thick and almost foggy, was spreading through your senses, bordering on overwhelming. Even more so than Laito’s musk of sex, and that was a struggle to rid your doorway of. 

  “Shu~.” You sang, lifting your ear away from the wood. 

  You let your finger tap gently against the door, your nails, now a cloudy white, stark against the warm mahogany.

  Still nothing. 

  Oh well. You ran your fingers down to the door knob, dragging your nails until your fingers were curling around the brass. Slowly, you turned it, the soft clicking of the gears emitted from the entryway until finally, you could push open the door. 

  The brightness of the room surprised you, having suspected the lethargic vampire would at least nap in the solace of darkness. 

  The floors of the unnecessarily lofty room were tile, clean and a dull ocher. The walls were a creamy color, with the bottom half composed of polished marble, unnaturally orange. If you were asked to put your two bits in, you’d admit the room was a little ugly, even in its attempt to appear resplendent. 

  However, your eyes almost immediately fell upon an elevated bathtub, a rather long one, resting just in front of a golden mural. And resting within it, Shu, fully clothed. 

  You frowned slightly, quietly stepping into the room. His blonde mop of hair was the quickest indication that the vampire hadn’t completely submerged himself beneath the water, and instead opted to rest his neck against the edge of the tub. Ouch. 

  You approached the bathtub, taking the few steps up to the elevated floor until you were practically shadowing Shu with your silhouette, gazing down at his face. 

  Even in slumber, the man was frowning, brows tilted inwards and the slightest crinkle forming above his closed eyes. The expression reminded you of when you had been face to face right outside your door, his manner despondent and sluggish. The disinterested grimace, the drooping of his lips. Cast in the artificial light of the room, he looked like a slightly vexed phantom. 

  “Isn’t it a little shameless for a woman to watch a man take a bath?”  

  His voice startled you out of your stupor, gravelly and deep. If the comment hadn’t been so pointed, you could’ve swooned. 

  But instead here he was, calling you a shameless woman. 

  You looked down at him, eye to eye with hooded blue pools. It took a moment to realize he was squinting, as though the light was still too bright for him even whilst blanketed in your shadow. 

  You rolled your eyes at his comment, smiling a little at its intent to be humiliating. If he wanted to make you flustered, it’d take a little more than that. “Isn’t it a little shameless for a vampire to tempt a siren with a tub full of water?” You hummed, dipping your fingers into the water.

  You frowned. 

  “It’s a little cold don’t you think?” The water rippled at the touch of your fingers. You crouched down to more comfortably swish your digits around, keenly aware of Shu staring at you through your peripherals. “Wouldn’t vampires prefer warmer water?

  “Unless you’ve just been in here for that long?”

  You asked, turning your head to him with a small grin. 

  Shu was not amused. His expression remained unchanging, holding your gaze. 

  “Nothing to be ashamed about, I love sleeping in bathtubs from time to time.” You shrugged, removing your hand from the water. The deprivation of your senses, the rush of water cooling your lungs in a familiar embrace. Droplets fell from the tips of your finger, back into the tub. “Since you know, I can’t dro-AH-!”

  The water approached you faster than you could blink, one second your body dry, the next soaked and uncomfortably ridged against another. You gasped, feeling your chin grazing the water, one hand reaching out underwater to support yourself away from the chest you had fallen into, only to clamp your fingers around Shu’s forearm. 

  “Why so panicked? I thought you couldn’t drown?” 

  You realized quickly you hadn't just topled in, but rather was yanked in by the fingers circling your wrist. 

  That bitch. 

  “Shu!” You grunted, trying to peel yourself away from where your limbs were lodged between his, your knees practically straddling his hips from the unfortunate angle at what you had been dragged in. 

  “God, if you wanted me to bathe with you, you could’ve just asked!” You huffed, narrowing your eyes at him. “I mean it’s a little bold considering you’ve barely talked to me bu-“

  Shit, he was a lot closer to your face than you had realized originally. 

  You inhaled sharply, your breath stirring the loose hairs in front of his face, a show of your proximity as your eyes widened. Face to face, you felt as though your cheeks were being wafted by an icy draft. Calming yourself down from the initial shock of the water, you realized a familiar sensation spreading through your wrist where his fingers had noticeably loosened. 

  Oh. 

  Vampires don’t just drink blood for the sake of the sacred liquid being their only dietary component, but rather much like humans, for the enjoyment that comes with the experience. It’s why humans had favorite foods, some flavors boosting more serotonin than others. It’s why vampires, even though they had all they’d require in terms of energy, they’d continue to pursue it. 

  For the rush. For the warmth. 

  Shu was so cold. 

  His heart laid uselessly dormant in his chest, unable to pump his own vampiric blood throughout his body. Only when elicited by a drink did the blood rush within on its own, providing satisfaction- and a relief to his constant frigidness. 

  “You gonna bite?” You asked quietly, growing conscious of the heat spreading across your face. 

  The original sloshing formed by your entrance to the tub had calmed into soft ripples, but now without it, the rapid thumping of your heart pounded within your ears.  

  Shu smiled. However, his gaze glinted. “Does the idea excite you?” 

  His fingers trailed down from your wrist to your shoulder, edging closer to your neck until his digits finally rested upon your external jugular vein. You involuntarily shuddered, his touch leaving a path of raised hairs.  The vein was common knowledge within the vampire community, the prime area to mark a human.

  “Your heart is racing~”

  Was this flirting? Is this what vampire flirting is? Stating the obvious? Your gaze met his once more, a little more curious this time upon noticing the darkening of his irises. Blue skies melting into lilac dusk, the slightest touch of red deepening the usual color of his hues. You raised an eyebrow at him, resisting the urge to laugh. This bitch was horny. 

  You scoffed. “Whatever this foreplay is, it’s weird. Cut it out.” 

  You placed your hand upon his.

  However, instead of lifting it off your neck, you pressed it deeper to the skin, your palm sliding over his flat knuckles. You took a deep breath, making the effort to calm your heartbeat. 

  “You know I don’t care if you bite me right? I’d just appreciate it if you'd ask.” Your voice bordered on exasperated, a pout forming upon your lips. 

  You didn’t miss how the ghost of a lour fell upon his face, dipping between the tones of confusion and irritation. You also didn’t miss how his eyes almost immediately flitted to your mouth, turbulence growing within them. 

  “Unless you’re the type of guy who likes taking things without asking.” You opted, voice growing lofty. A sigh of disappointment escaped you as you removed your hand from his, gaze lifting away from his face to the mural at your side. Slowly, you lowered your hand to rest casually against his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt wrinkle beneath your touch.

  “That isn’t very nice, you know.” You reminded, tapping your nail against his torso. “All you have to do is say ple-“

  “Quiet.” 

  His fingers wrapped around your wrist once more; the one you had rested upon his chest. They tightened familiarly with the same iciness as before, and before you knew it, your hand was lifted from the water. His thumb pushed against your palm, lifting one of your fingers until it had fitted snugly between teeth. 

   “Women are so noisy.” 

  You watched as he sunk his fangs into the minimal flesh of your finger, whilst he grumbled. Shu’s eyes had closed, but if he had decided to open them at that moment, he’d see your face, appearing almost bored. 

  His teeth were sharp, yes, as all vampires were. But it took a little more than sharp fangs to hurt. It was the suckling that came after that would typically leave you a little dizzy, but the pain was often minimal. Most pain was minimal to you now, having gone through your fair share of negative experiences to have built up a tolerance for it.

  “Ouch?” 

  “Shud uph.” Shu continued to suck, a little more harsh than before for your taste, brows furrowing. 

   “You’re not supposed to talk while drinking.” You scolded, watching as a bead of blood formed at the corner of his lips. A little irked at him telling you to shut up and a little more than irked at the fact he failed to say ‘please’. You continued in a whiny tone as the bead of blood trailed down his chin and into the water. “Look, you're getting blood everywhere.” 

  The little droplet swirled into the oblivion of the water, its color disappearing within moments. But with his eyes still closed, he wouldn’t know. 

  His teeth unlatched from your digit, and you watched as the clean holes weakly pooled up the crimson liquid. The coolness that surrounded his body seemed to fan the heat of the wound, and you watched as he leaned his head back once more, appearing almost… content. A touch of color had blossomed in his cheek, you realized, and you resisted the urge to cup his face in your hands.

  Assuming he was finished, you pulled your hand away with a frown, gently blowing upon the bite wound before deciding to dip your fingers back into the water. The pain was still bearable- a little stinging but bearable. You swished your fingers within the water, watching as blood spiraled away from the open bite with a pout. 

   “You’re supposed to lick it. Y’know, healing properties and all that.”

  You looked at him, pout meeting his familiar glare. 

   “You’re a strange bride.” Shu spoke after a few moments of silence. Then he lifted his fingers to the corner of his lip, wiping the trail of blood before rounding the liquid back to his mouth. Interest sparked in his gaze as the redness stained the tip of his tongue. “With even stranger blood…”  

  “Well, I’m your bride sooo,” you shrugged, your pout morphing into a little grin, feeling the tips of your fangs meet the inner edge of your bottom lip. You watched, biting back a giggle as Shu’s eyes widened, brightening back to their typically blue color, “get used to it.” 

  You lifted your bitten finger out of the water and to his lips, giggling slightly. “Now, lick~.”

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈’𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐮’𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤! 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 :)

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𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓔𝔂𝓮

𝟏. 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐒𝐡𝐮 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐛𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐥 <3

Part 2

{𝐂𝐖: 𝐨𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 (𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭), 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐥}

   After the countless failed attempts at the Eve project, Karlheinz decided it might be best to level the grounds. While humans had the flair of added variables to his experiment, they were weak. Vulnerable. And frankly, too quickly disposed of. As try as he might, his sons never did care to make their toys last. 

  Previous brides had the restriction of ignorance, thrown into a jarring world of infinite night and bloodshed, it was no surprise they passed by the hundreds. However, perhaps with blood picked from the land of Eden itself, may his attempt at matrimonial successes with his sons finally be accomplished. 

  A new variable has been added to the experiment. A creature of daunting song and inexplicable beauty. Captivating all who stand within its presence, the tides have reversed, blossoming apples in the wake of Adam just begging to be picked. 

   The eldest son couldn’t say he was surprised another bride was being sent to the Sakamaki manor. The letters stamped with red wax had formed a home in a forgotten pile somewhere within Shu’s room, the amount reaching in numbers that could compete with Kanato’s wax doll collection.  

  However, there was a piece that had managed to catch him off guard. 

“𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐮 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.”

  …

  Matched? 

  The letter was discarded, slipping from the man’s diligent fingers and swaying to the floor.

  Predetermined?

  The idea was sickening, but perhaps not too shocking. The Eve Project had gone nowhere. Any fruits his father hoped to pick from the experiments’ outcome would be found instead in a drained woman or a pasty wax figure. In hindsight, who’d think to send a wide-eyed human, hot with pounding blood to a mansion of ravenous vampiric youth with a taste for fear? 

  Only the old man.

  Shu scoffed and let the thought slip from his mind as he plugged in his earbuds, leaning his head back to rest upon the sofa armrest.

  A week later

  Undoubtedly, the thought had slipped too far into his mind, seemingly lodged into the deepest crevices of his brain. 

  Shu had missed the bride’s arrival on purpose, too unmotivated to remove himself from the tub of warm water. The woman would inevitably fall to the hands of his brothers- coming face to face with her wouldn't alter that outcome at all. If she had been previously informed, and truly planned to court him, she would state the matter as it was. 

  But Shu didn’t have that sort of confidence for anyone, much less to believe a bride would go out of her way to state her arranged marriage to her arranged husband. 

    “Good-for-nothing.”

  Shu inwardly grunted, keeping his eyes closed.

  “The bride has arrived. However she informs me that she has specifically been chosen to be your bride, is this true?” 

  Shu was silent for a moment, allowing the question to hang in the prickly air. Then, the man sighed. “Yes. The old man sent me a letter.”

  Reiji scoffed. “To think of all his sons, my father would choose you to inherit the crown.” 

  Shu didn’t speak, contemplating submerging his whole body underwater to drown out Reiji’s spitting voice.

  What a bother. The thorns lacing his brother’s words pierced the svelte melody of his music, ruining a perfectly good ballad. 

   “Your presence is demanded of in the main foyer. The bride requests it.”

  Shu sighed, tempted to argue that if the bride wanted to see him so badly, she could come seek him out herself. But Shu knew his limits. This bride had specifically been chosen by no one other than his father, and while that didn’t vary much from the previous women who had entered this house, for some odd reason, he had been the predesignated groom. There was only so much interference Shu was willing to push before potentially being punished by his father for ruining his suddenly altered project.

  The man lifted himself out of the water slowly, grunting as if he bore the weight of clay skin when really, the only weight that clung to his skin was that of his drenched clothes. Reiji clicked his tongue.   

  “Do not soil your first impression with such a disheveled app-!”

  The glowing atmosphere of the foyer seemed to burn through Shu’s closed eyes as he appeared before the great steps of the mansion. The candelabras that lit the room emitted a fiery warmth casting a glaze that made the walls appear as though coated with amber. His nose twitched, detecting an unfamiliar scent amidst the fog of blood and hunger. Yet surprisingly, the twisting fragrance of fear was absent from the air. And instead, replaced by something else. Something different. 

  Shu blinked, coming face to face with Laito, whose green eyes were slitted from the smile on his lips. “Wow, groom-to-be finally decided to show his face~” The man cooed, a glint of jealousy lying beneath the man's cat-eyed gaze. 

  “You’re dripping everywhere.” Kanato whined, clutching Freddy closer to his chest and furrowing his brows at the oldest brother. 

  There was still that scent in the air, blurring Shu’s concentration as Laito stepped away with his signature giggle. His nose searched through the vampiric scent that had settled itself into the mansion and let out a soft sigh at the sudden whiff of sweetness, almost teasing in its subtlety.

  Where was it coming from-?

  “Just because you’re the oldest you think you can suddenly get everything?” Ayato’s fingers were suddenly clutching at Shu’s woven sweater, pale skin tightening against the beige wool. Shu glared at his younger brother’s face, Ayato’s teeth baring with hardly kept rage. “Damnit, Shu! What do you think you’re better than Yours Truly or something?!”

  “Actually, Shu had little say in the matter at all.” 

  A feminine voice broke through the rising tension. 

  There.

  Shu’s attention flitted to a figure only a few feet away. How he hadn’t noticed her before, he had no idea. With his eyes now fully trained on the bride, the fragrance seemed to amplify itself, unfolding itself like a cloud of wisteria to cloak the room.

  She spoke again, plush lips parting. “It just happened we matched upon compatibility. The King figured if there was a picked son prior to us meeting, it would decrease the chance of mortality if there was less…” Your hands, manicured delicately and painted an elegant blue waved over an area of air. “..infighting.”

  Shu had never felt so awake in the presence of anyone, much less a bride. And yet, he couldn’t tear his gaze away, letting his blue hues fall over the curvature of your body, accentuated by the tightness of the white silk blouse you wore which stylistically loosened right at your breasts. Your sleeves matched the flounciness of the bust material, traveling like sheer clouds down to your wrists. Black leather encased your lower body, high waisted leggings twisting deliciously along your hips and legs. Damn he hated his father, but the man knew how to pick ‘em.  

   When Shu looked upon your face, he paused for a moment, frozen. You were gorgeous. Undeniably alluring with eyes that seemed to tempt even the most persistent of sailors to dive to their depths. A small grin played on your lips, glazed with the slightest of red gloss to enhance their softness.  

  A siren.

  It took him a moment to realize you were no longer smiling at him. And instead looking at Reiji, who had teleported back into the main foyer. Disdain began to unfurl in Shu’s chest, a sense of wrongness arising at you turning your attention to his brother, of all people. 

  “It appears to me that my brother has failed in informing us of your presence, Miss (L/N). Even more so, of your clan heritage. Forgive me for the confusi-.” 

  Your voice sliced through Reiji’s own, the airyness of it almost overwhelming in the mansion that was almost rotting with the constant tension. “It’s whatever, I don’t mind.” You spoke dismissively. “I would really just appreciate being personally introduced to my future groom.”

  The ease that your voice sent through his body was almost sickening, widening a gap in the constant dismality of his mind that previously, only music had been able to achieve. Shu felt like he could finally breathe even though he hadn’t needed to for the centuries he’s existed. He was sure his brothers could feel it too, your tone infectious in its sobriety, that even Ayato had backed off the minute you began to speak. Reiji, who usually upon being interrupted would instigate an immediate punishment, was rather silent, brows furrowed at your smiling face. 

  “...Very well. Shu and Miss (L/N) are to be left alone until dinner.”

  One by one, the brothers dismissed themselves until finally, all that was left was you and Shu. 

  You were smiling at him, Shu realized, surveying him with those captivating depths that seemed to swallow him whole. So often it was spoken that a siren’s song was their most deadly trait, and yet here he was, unable to tear his eyes away from your gaze.  

  “Shu Sakamaki.” His name unfurled like petals off your tongue, and the scent of wisteria was suddenly dizzying. “My name is (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  You were grinning now, with teeth glinting in the candelabra glow. Shu found himself staring for a moment, frowning subtly at your canines. They were sharp and slightly thicker than the rest of your teeth. With their almost hooked like tips, it was no question they were meant to be sunken into the flesh of prey. Beautiful, yet deadly. 

  He looked back up at you, a sudden blankness in his face. Of course. The countless prey sent to the castle was counterintuitive, an expectation for success that was like hoping for frost to thrive in a desert. A predator stared back at him, flickering between a beautiful woman and a creature that bared its teeth. 

  A threat sent from his father. 

  “I hope you know I have no will to pursue the throne.” He mumbled, eyes growing half-lidded to limit the disorientation that came with your presence. “So if that’s all you came for, I recommend you choose someone else.” 

   The siren before him blinked, eyes widening into pools of confusion. Until suddenly, you giggled. Like soft bells twinkling in the moonlight, the blissful sound danced throughout the foyer. 

  “Oh, Shu~. I don’t want the throne.” You laughed gently, fingertips rising to hide the sharpness of your grin. “I just want you.” 

[justcomeoverandbiteme]

Welcome to the Blog!

  Hi there!

My name is Dice and I am the writer of this blog! I love writing and find myself in and out of the Diabolik Lovers fandom constantly so I decided to just start this up to get my ideas out there! I do prompts, imagines, headcannons and mini fanfics here and there. Of course these characters do not belong to me, they belong to Rejet!

  Rules To My Blog

  I’m not gonna lie, the content on this blog probably isn’t for the faint of heart. If you’ve arrived just from the anime itself, bbygurl lemme tell you that the anime itself is just the tip of the iceberg. I’ve done enough deep dives on these characters to feel decently confident on my portrayal of them but as a result, they will be depicted as they are.

  Mean. These bitches are mean. Ngl. They have trauma, they have issues. As a result, viewers discretion is advised. Just because my work isn’t necessarily NSFW, it doesn’t mean the triggering themes in the show/game will not be carried into my work. So if you don’t like something, you can just leave babe.

- I TAKE REQUESTS! As of the moment, my page is kinda lackluster because I haven’t actually written anything yet so I’d love to take some inspo from future readers for what they want to read.

- I accept NSFW and SFW requests.

- I accept platonic, romantic and familial requests.

-If some theme is not present in your request that you asked for, I’ll most likely message you on why it’s absent 

- I write romantically for almost all characters except for probably Ayato and Shin. Sorry

- I do pairings (so like you/your OC’s), headcannons, imagines, prompts, AUs, mini fics, and x reader.

  That’s all for now babes. Any other questions, feel free to ask away!

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