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Christmas was getting close, and now that you’d secured gifts for everyone important to you, it was time for the next step: wrapping them all. Unfortunately, finding a peaceful, secret place to do it? Nearly impossible.
Ghouls and their curiosity… They dropped by your dorm constantly. Asking favors, delivering messages, or simply wanting to hang out. So that was a definite no.
Jabberwock? Too chaotic. Zero privacy. Vagastrom? Leo was far too nosy. Sinostra? Your gifts would never survive Taiga and Romeo’s feedback. Hotarubi? Maybe. But the endless rain didn’t exactly scream cozy Christmas wrapping vibes. Obscuary? Actually… not a bad idea.
With that, you somehow managed to gather everything and headed over. Obscuary was usually peaceful. No one came ulness they absolutely had to. Edward was usually asleep. Rui busy with housework. Only Luca posed a possible „threat”, but you could handle that.
What you didn’t expect was Rui turning down your request. He’d just finished cleaning the other rooms, he explained with an apologetic smile. You understood. Ruining his hard work with tape, ribbon scraps and scattered wrapping paper would be cruel.
But then he mentioned Edward’s room was empty. And you didn’t think twice.
His room was always messy anyway. Surely he wouldn’t mind… right? With that questionable logic, you began spreading your supplies across the floor.
Christmas music played softly from your phone, wrapping paper glimmered with various colours. You were totally focused…
„Ah. I didn’t expect to see such a cute Christmas elf in my room,” the look on Edward’s face made your stomach flip. You hadn’t even heard the door open.
There you were. Sprawled on the floor, surrounded by gifts, ribbons, bows… wearing a tiny elf hat you completely forgot about.
You yanked it off immediately, cheeks burning. „You’re back early. Rui said you’de be gone for another-” you checked the time. Oh. It was actually later than you thought. You got completely lost in the cozy Christmas atmospehere.
„Oh? My apologies for returning to my own room,” Edward replied, voice soft with amusement. „Though I didn’t expect it to be turned into Santa’s workshop.”
Yeah… fair enough. You began to gahter your things without another word.
„No, no. By all means, continue, my cute little elf,” he said smoothly walking over to the bed and laying down.
He usually would have watched YouTube videos, but clearly you were far more entertaining tonight. He watched you with a small, amused curl of his lips.
You tried to focus. But his eyes were practically burning holes through your skull.
„If you’re going to stare at me like that, you could at least help,” you huffed.
He chuckled and actually moved, sitting beside you. „Well? What do I do? You’re the boss.”
„Cut a longer piece,” you rolled your eyes and handed him a ribbon.
„Ah, such responsibility. Thank you for entrusting me with such an important task,” he teased dramatically.
He was insufferable. And you were reaching your limit.
„Which one of the gifts is mine?” he continued.
„Or perhaps… my gift is this adorable elf sitting right next to me?” he poked again after just a few minutes.
That did it. Before you quite realized what you were doing, you grabbed a strip of silk ribbon and tied his wrists together. He barely had time to blink.
„How about you become my gift instead?” you retorted, blushing but not giving up.
His eyes sparkled. „My, how bold. If you believe you can handle a gift like me…”
He leaned in, and the air shifted. Warm, charged, dangerously sweet. But no. You weren’t letting him win. Not today.
You shoved him back (lightly), guiding him onto the floor, pinning his tied wrists above his head. His grin only widened, far too pleased.
And honestly… it tempted you more than ypu wanted to admit. You leaned closer. Even closer, until…
„Hey! Rui said you were wrapping gifts! I wanna he-” Lyca burst in, and immediately froze.
You on top of Edward. Edward on the floor. His wrists tied with a ribbon. Your faces inches apart.
„Such lovely timing, pup,” Edward purred. „Our dear elf was just unwrapping their gift. Would you mind returning later?”
Lyca’s soul left his body. He slammed the door shut and fles for his life.
You will definitely have to apologize later for traumatizing him… But, nothing actually happened! Not yet anyway. Although your heart was pounding at the thought that it could have. And maybe.. you wouldn’t have stopped it.
„Well? Don’t you want to unwrap your gift?” Edward murmured, voice low against your ear.
This was getting dangerous. And the worst part? You didn’t want to stop.
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.☘︎ ݁˖ can't do this alone
summary ⟡ Although he was the last one most would expect, the inspector asks Jabberwock’s vice-captain to do something they only trust him with.
word count ⟡ 1.4k
tags ⟡ towa otonashi/reader, towa otonashi/mc, hurt/comfort, slight ep 23 spoilers
author's note ⟡ cross-posted on ao3. i was excited to write this one, as i love writing character's more possessive sides.
There was one place that the honor student knew Towa would be and was private enough to make their request - the mysterious tree that Towa visited at night.
Yet, even after asking Towa to meet them and trying to make it clear that it was to talk about something difficult, the vice-captain greeted them with a smile bright enough to block out the stars. “Dandelion! You’re finally here!” Towa exclaimed, reaching out and grabbing one of their hands. “Come on!”
Before the honor student could get a word in, Towa was pulling them up the hill and toward the bright tree, a care-free look on his face. It made the inspector hesitate, their heart jumping when they could see the adoration in his light-pink eyes. I need to tell him, they thought, trying to strengthen their resolve. If I can’t ask Towa… there’s no way I’ll be able to ask anyone else. He cares about me, I don’t want him to find out what happened to me through anyone else.
At the top of the hill, once they reached the base of the tree, Towa sat down and pulled the honor student onto the grass with him. “I’ve been telling lots of love stories here lately, so when you told me you wanted to talk, I knew it would be here,” Towa met their gaze happily before noticing how conflicted they looked. He tilted his head at them. “What’s the matter, Dandelion?”
I can’t back out now, they thought, drawing in a deep breath. “Towa… in two weeks time, I’m going to turn into an anomaly,” they spoke softly, voice shaking. “So before that happens, there’s something I need you to do for me.”
Towa’s eyebrows knitted together, and he pulled his hand back just to cross his arms angrily. “You’re not going to become an anomaly, Dandelion, because we’ve been praying really hard! Haru makes us pray every morning and every night, so we’re going to save you!”
Praying? Oh… the dog, the inspector suddenly remembered. Haru had mentioned that the anomaly they captured on the farm was a God who’d have the ability to break their curse when he was at full power. They hadn’t let themself become too hopeful about that, though - Haru said it would take a while, and from the sound of it, their prayers still hadn’t restored his powers to the level they needed it at.
As much as it broke their heart, the honor student shook their head at Towa. “There isn’t enough time for that to work,” they began, trying to find the best way to word their request without making Towa fly off the handle. Unlike Haru, they had no idea how to calm Towa down once he started getting worked up. “As much as I don’t want it to happen, I’m going to transform into a Kyklos in two weeks. And one week before that, they’re going to take me away.”
“I’m not going to let that happen,” Towa stubbornly insisted, grabbing their arm and pulling them into his lap, wrapping himself around them as if he could hold them there forever. “They’re not taking you anywhere, Dandelion! I need you to stay with me! They can’t take you and Haru! It’s not fair!”
The sharp tone in Towa’s defiant words made the inspector’s heart hurt. That’s right… Haru’s going to be studying off-campus next year, they realized slowly.
Part of them wanted to accept Towa’s bright outlook - that they’d get the God to break their curse before time was up. They wanted to stay in Towa’s arms, lay against him and pretend that every day they didn’t become less and less human.
But they knew it was naive to dream for a happy ending for themself now. Happy endings only happened in the love stories that Towa told them - finales like that didn’t exist for them.
“I’ll hurt you if I stay,” they whispered carefully, looking up from the position Towa had pulled them in to meet his gaze. “Not only you, but everyone else I care about too. I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to lose control of my thoughts and actions until I only leave blood in my wake. I want you to do something for me before that happens.”
Towa tilted his head at them, and they swallowed their hesitation. “Towa, if I’m going to transform into an anomaly and die anyway, I’d rather that you were the one who killed me.”
Instinctively, they knew that asking Towa would go one of two ways - he’d agree to do it for them, or he’d get angry. Yet, even though they knew that, seeing the man’s sheep-like eyes darken with outrage sent a chill through them. They could feel the wind around them start to pick up as Towa’s voice dropped to a deadly calm tone. “You want to die, Dandelion?”
Nervous energy filled the honor student as the wind picked up, and they started to trip over their words. “I - I don’t want to die, I just don’t want to be killed by the Institute or hurt any of my friends, and if I don’t do something before that -”
“They’re not going to hurt you!” Towa cut them off and pulled the honor student closer, into an almost painful embrace. The wind picked up again, and the honor student swore they saw dark clouds start rolling over them. “I already told you that I’m not going to let them! I don’t care if you turn into a flower, they can’t take you away from me and they can’t hurt you! Haru’s already leaving me. No one else is going to!”
“Towa, your grip,” the honor student began, writhing in his grasp to get a little more room. “You’re hurting me.”
“You wanted me to kill you,” Towa responded flatly, as if saying that his grip was nothing in comparison. They couldn’t fairly refute that point, either. It’s not as if they had expected a painless death.
Nothing about this process was painless.
The inspector drew in a deep breath, knowing that any panic they showed would likely only make the growing storm worse. “I can’t stay here if I turn into an anomaly. I could hurt you or I could hurt someone else.”
“I don’t care if I get hurt!” Towa insisted, and there was a touch of desperation in his tone that hadn’t been there before. Towa isn’t stupid - he knows what’s going to happen, the inspector thought. And he’s not just being stubborn…
… he just doesn’t want to say goodbye, no matter the cost.
They kept their eyes on him as tears rose into the vice-captain’s eyes. “So just don’t leave, Dandelion. I won’t let them take you away, and I’ll make sure you don’t hurt anyone you care about. That way you don’t have to go and we can stay together forever. Okay?”
I know there’s only one way this ends if Towa really does try to stop them from taking me away. Best case scenario, we both end up locked up. Worst case scenario…
Even still, they wanted to accept his proposal. Maybe they could handle losing control of their mind, losing control of their actions and becoming something less than human if Towa was there for them. They knew that Towa would hold true to his promise - he’d keep them safe for as long as he could, and Towa was not a force to be reckoned with.
Honestly, it was more likely that he’d bring all of Darkwick’s campus to the ground before he gave up on trying to protect them.
If I were to be stuck being a monster forever…
“Okay,” the inspector accepted, voice soft enough that Towa almost didn’t hear it over the whipping winds. “We’ll stay together forever, then.”
… there’s no one else I’d rather have at my side than you.
Towa smiled at their answer, and as if someone had flipped a switch on the weather, the winds all stopped and the clouds disappeared. His embrace became comforting instead of suffocating as Towa placed his face in their hair and laughed. “Together forever, like a love story!” Towa exclaimed happily. “I love you, Dandelion! It doesn’t matter if you’re human or not, I’ll always love you!”
Human or not, they repeated eternally, letting themself melt into Towa’s arms. I hope I can still love you when I’m an anomaly.
🂱 and tomorrow, you can erase me from your mind
summary ⟡ If there was one thing that the inspector could count on, it was Romeo’s ability to get a job done. With that in mind, they hoped he’d do what they needed him to.
word count ⟡ 1.4k
tags ⟡ romeo scorpius lucci x reader, romeo scorpius lucci x mc, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt mostly
author's note ⟡ cross-posted on ao3. i had an idea for how romeo would react and ran with it.
Romeo wasn’t used to the inspector being the one to call a meeting with him first. To him, it always appeared that he had to be the one to take the first step - texting them to make sure they stayed on task, pestering them for updates and constantly reminding them that his time was valuable, so they would be wise not to waste it.
So, when they asked to speak with him in private - especially in the final crunch before the gala for the Laurel Crown - he hoped it was important. At this point, he knew that the honor student knew better than to come to him with anything that wasn’t essential.
He invited them to Sinostra’s auction room, a room that only a handful of students knew about to make sure they wouldn’t be interrupted under any circumstances, to hear them out. However, he never could’ve guessed what they were going to ask of him.
“I want you to be the one to kill me.”
The words kept ringing about the sniper’s ears, and the more they sank in, anger began to boil in Romeo’s chest. He clenched his jaw before looking up to meet the honor student’s eyes, his amethyst eyes glaring daggers. “I don’t have time for this nonsense, BB. I am already FLB trying to find a way to break your curse and secure the Laurel Crown before-”
Usually, the honor student didn’t dare cut the short-tempered vice-captain off, but this time they did, cutting through his words with a sharp tone. “I’m already out of time,” they looked up with him, eyes showing a shade of desperation Romeo was unfortunately familiar with. “You should know better than anyone else why… I’d rather die by the hand of someone I care about rather than let the Institute take me to another facility and die there eventually anyway.”
He clenched his teeth, a furrow appearing in his brow. He couldn’t entirely refute the point - after what had happened to them in the training facility, he knew that the Institute only cared about them to a point. If they became useless or troublesome, well…
… they knew how to make deaths look like accidents and make them disappear.
However, the knowledge of that didn’t make their request any easier to swallow. So, Romeo crossed his arms and kept his glare. “You’re not out of time until they take you away. Until that moment, there is still a chance we can break your curse. I’m not throwing away a year of work on a whim!”
“A year of work?” the honor student scoffed, taking Romeo by surprise. “You were not working for a year to break my curse, Romeo. You had other concerns. My time is up, the only person’s time I’m throwing away is my own. And tomorrow… you and every other ghoul here can erase me from your minds when you move on.”
Their words, Romeo noticed, weren’t spoken with anger. It wasn’t as if they were blaming him for their misfortune, and they didn’t seem to be upset that Romeo hadn’t truly been working for a year to break their curse. Somehow, that made this worse for him. He’d have understood anger or a desire for revenge - that’s what he wanted for himself after finding out that Professor Hyde had lied to him.
The inspector didn’t seem to want revenge, though. They just wanted it to be over.
“Do you really think we’ll all just forget you existed the moment you leave?” Romeo asked, taking a step forward and closing the gap between them. His tone had taken a complete turn from what the honor student was used to - it was soft, alluring, as if he was trying to relax them. He raised one gloved hand, tucking a loose lock of hair behind their ear before letting his fingers trace down their jaw and to their chin to hold it gently. “Could you forget us so easily?”
This close, Romeo could see the physical changes from Kyklos’ curse. No longer was it only the curse mark on their back. Romeo had always been able to pick up a faint floral smell from them, but it was overwhelming up close. Not only that, though, but the iris of their eyes had begun to resemble red and deep purple flower petals, like dahlias.
“I will,” the honor student whispered. “When I become an anomaly. I don’t want to forget you, Romeo.”
I don’t want to forget you, Romeo repeated in his head. They hadn’t gone to anyone else for this request, they’d gone to him. They wanted his face to be the last friendly one they ever saw.
“You don’t know that will happen. You don’t know what will happen to you if you become an anomaly.” Not when, Romeo thought. If.
“Is the alternative any better?” the inspector asked. “Let’s say I will remember you. What kind of life is it when I know I can never see you again without risking your life? I won’t be myself anymore, I’ll be a Kyklos, with my only purpose to keep cursing others… I don’t want that.”
“If I don’t do this for you,” Romeo whispered, still trying to control his tone. “What then?”
They averted their flower petal eyes, unable to meet Romeo’s determined amethyst eyes. “I don’t want to die in an Institute-run facility, or spend the rest of my life there without ever seeing someone I care about again. Saying goodbye to someone I love and letting them be the one to kill me… it’s the best ending I can ask for at this point. But if I can’t get that… I still don’t want to be taken away.”
Romeo could read between the lines - he knew that meant that if he didn’t kill them, the best-case scenario is that they’d ask someone else. In the worst case, they’d bring themself to an end without anyone else’s help.
Before they could have a chance to pull away, Romeo reached down and grabbed their wrists in each of his hands. “I’m not going to kill you, and I’m not going to let you throw your life away either. Not when there’s still time.”
Their eyes widened in slight surprise at Romeo’s sudden action, their heart starting race at a dangerous pace. “There isn’t any -”
“HDY speak back to me! You’re out of time when I say you are!” Romeo interrupted, his soft tone abandoned as his frustration boiled over. “You might be willing to roll over and die, but I’m not willing to watch you do it.”
The honor student watched Romeo’s eyes dart to one of the gilded cages in the auction hall, and without him moving an inch, they could tell what his next move was. They tried to step back and pull their hands free, but Romeo didn’t budge. “Romeo, don’t,” they began, voice almost pleading. “Whatever you’re thinking about doing next, don’t.”
“Why? So you can run off and do the job yourself?” Romeo’s amethyst gaze returned to them, a resolute look on his face. “You are OOTWR if you think I’m letting that happen.”
Unable to get out of Romeo’s grip, the honor student felt themself get dragged to one of Romeo’s cages. He only let go when he pushed them inside and shut the door behind them. “If you’re really scared of transforming and getting someone hurt, then be glad I’m the one locking you up as opposed to the Institute. At least I have your best interests in mind.”
He can’t be serious, the inspector thought, standing back up and running to the door of the cage, testing if it was truly locked. “Let me out of here,” they demanded, rattling the cage.
“Once I find a way to break your curse, sure,” Romeo smirked at them. “But not a moment sooner if you’re going to keep speaking of death.”
And if you turn into an anomaly, Romeo thought. I’ll find a way to turn you back. I won’t let them take you and kill you anyway. If I can keep you here, where even that damn radar can’t narrow down your location, I can find a way to make you human again.
The inspector felt as though their heart was in their throat with how hard it was beating. “They are going to kill you if you try to hide me from them when it’s time to take me away.”
“It’s a good thing your curse will be broken by then,” Romeo crossed his arms. “You came to me because you trust me, didn’t you? Then trust me when I tell you that I’ll make you human again.”
Or die trying.
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summary ⟡ Upon seeing Tohma’s continued efforts, the honor student lets him know that they’re looking to take another way out.
word count ⟡ 1.5k
tags ⟡ tohma ishibashi x reader, tohma ishibashi x mc, hurt/comfort, mostly emoional hurt tho, slight ep 22 spoilers
author's note ⟡ cross posted on ao3. have you all seen the new tohma card? he looks so beautiful. this hasn't been beta read, as my usual beta reader is not a tohma fan and did not want to read this, hah.
Seeing Tohma nearly passed out in front of them, pills from a broken bag scattered everywhere around the vault’s frosty floor, the honor student decided that this was it. They couldn’t just stand by and watch Tohma do this to himself.
They knew that, after the word had gotten around that the Kyklos had escaped during their last mission, Tohma and Jin had started working effortlessly toward finding another way to break the curse in the little time they had left. Sleepless nights, days spent tirelessly researching, looking into any and every possible solution to see if it could be done on time - Tohma had been doing everything he could.
And the honor student knew it was taking a toll on him. They’d come to see him in the vault - he was typically alone at this time of night researching something that Jin had pointed him toward - only to find him collapsed. The inspector had feared the worst and ran to his side, nearly slipping on the ice, before Tohma started to come to his senses and act like nothing happened.
This, they realized, is exactly what they were afraid of. Watching the ghouls they had grown close to - and the one they loved - push themself to the absolute limit to save them when they had already given up.
When they already had a backup plan in place.
“This is going to kill you, Tohma,” the honor student looked up at Frostheim’s never-yielding vice-captain, still kneeling on the frosty floor. Tohma had already gotten up, made his excuse, and started to clean up. They had barely registered any of it under the crushing weight of the guilt they felt. “You’re going to die trying to save me.”
Tohma laughed, brushing off their concern as he always did. “Nonsense. I’m going to be fine,” he smiled, confident as he always was.
No. I’m not going to let you just push away my concern anymore, the inspector thought, taking a deep breath and clenching their jaw. They were frustrated, angry - partly at Tohma for not taking care of himself, and partly for Darkwick for putting them in this position in the first place. “There’s something you should know,” they spoke before thinking, knowing that if they didn’t bring this up now, they never would.
Sensing something sharp in their tone, Tohma dropped his ‘nothing’s wrong’ facade. “What is it?”
The honor student hesitated for a moment longer, deliberating if they should really tell Tohma what was on their mind. “You can stop trying to look for a way to save me, Tohma. It’s already over.”
“It’s not over until your year is up,” Tohma responded quickly, crossing his arms as he looked down at them. When his tone became flatter, it was easy to picture him as a former Vagastrom student - strong and stubborn. “It isn’t over yet.”
“Darkwick is going to take me to a containment facility a week before that year is up, and before they do that…” they trailed off, hesitating one last time.
I’ve come this far. I’ve already made the insinuation, I may as well just say it, they decided.
“… I’m going out on my own terms. I don’t want to die at their hands, kicking and screaming and as a monster. I’d rather die with what little humanity I have left, while I’m still recognizable to the people I care about.”
Tohma’s response was a stare freezing enough to make the honor student feel as though their blood turned into ice. “This is your chance to tell me that you aren’t serious,” Tohma told them, crossing his arms.
However, his intimidating look wasn’t enough to change their mind. “I’m sorry, Tohma. But I’m doing this for everyone else, too. It’s not selfish. I mean - just look at you. Look at how far you’re pushing yourself. It isn’t fair for me to…”
“Keep living?” Tohma interjected when they trailed off. “Do you believe that everyone’s life should be weighed on a scale? That only those who give more than they take should live?”
“This isn’t the same thing,” the inspector stepped forward, standing their ground. “Not by a longshot.”
“You’re right. So, you came here to tell me that you want to die?” Tohma raised an eyebrow at them.
“No. Yes. It’s more complicated than that,” they folded their arms, as if putting up a wall between them and Tohma. “I came here because I care about you. I don’t want to see you keep pushing at the end for nothing, and -”
“It’s not for nothing,” Tohma interrupted. “Do you really think so little of yourself that you believe all attempts to save your life are useless? You realize that what you want to do spits in the face of everyone who’s been working to help you, right? It’s insulting.”
“It’s been nearly a year already and I’m no closer to my curse being broken. What makes this last week different?” the inspector pushed back. “Will you let me finish?”
“Not if you’re just going to keep justifying a frivolous decision,” Tohma adjusted the monocle on his face, sighing slightly. Not enough to give away just how exhausted he truly was. “If that’s all you have to say on the matter, I still have work to do, and now I have a call to make to ensure that you don’t go forward with this plan. I’ll have the second years watch you to make sure -”
“No,” the inspector cut in, stepping forward and grabbing Tohma’s hand as it reached for his phone. He stopped in his tracks - not necessarily because their grip was particularly strong, but out of surprise that they were the first to initiate contact. Each time before, he’d been the one reaching out for them.
Tohma met their eyes, recognizing the determination in them. He’d been drawn to leaders with that look in their eyes - one that told him that they knew what they needed to do, and they were going to do whatever it took to achieve it.
“I’m going to turn into an anomaly in two weeks, Tohma. I need you to know that there’s no way around that, because… before that happens, I want you to kill me.”
He wished that they could show this much determination about saving themself instead of their resolve being hardened around the subject of their death.
While their request sunk in, Tohma pulled his wrist out of their grip. His immediate answer was no, but it was clear that if he wasn’t the one to fulfill their request, they’d find another way. So, instead he closed his eyes, reached into his pocket and pulled out a carton of cigarettes, flicking it open and pulling one out. The inspector watched as he lit one right in the vault, smoke starting to fill the air before he looked back at them. “Why?”
The honor student’s eyebrows furled slightly. “I told you. I want to die on my own terms. I don’t want to go out kicking and screaming, fighting desperately only to be taken out quietly anyway.”
Smoke blew out from between Tohma’s lips. “I should’ve been more specific. Why ask me to be the one to do it for you?”
They knew, intrinsically, that they should’ve expected the question. But when faced with Tohma’s patient and exhausted eyes, they were almost… embarrassed to admit it. “Because I want the last face I see to be someone I care about,” they whispered. “Someone I love. I want to die at the hands of someone who my life mattered to, whose life matters to me. That way I can be sent off believing it really was for the best… because I’m dying to protect you.”
He froze. “Someone you love?” he asked.
Heat rose to their face, and they looked away to gather themself. “Isn’t it natural to want to die surrounded by loved ones?”
You’re not going to die, Tohma thought, but he knew there was no point in trying to go down that road with them again. All he could do in order to make sure they didn’t take things into their own hands was go along with what they wanted to do…
… and work behind their back to make sure they didn’t get it. I should be used to this, Tohma thought. Having to work in the shadows in order to get things done. Even if they don’t trust me afterward… at least they’ll be alive. I’d rather they live and hate me for the rest of their life than die loving me.
“Fine. I’ll do it. But not now,” he flicked the butt of his cigarette to the ground. “Wait until after the gala for the Laurel Crown. Come with me. Give me one more night to make you happy, and I’ll do what I have to do when it’s over.”
He took a step toward them, one hand raising to their face and cupping their cheek. “At least then I can have one last good memory with the person I love, too.”
Before I make you hate me.
ꨄ︎ only to fall
summary ⟡ Haku brought the honor student to Darkwick, so they’re hoping the priest will help them take the only way out they can think of.
word count ⟡ 1.4k
tags ⟡ haku kusanagi x reader, haku kusanagi x mc, hurt/comfort, confessions but make it painful, ep 22 spoilers
author's note ⟡ cross-posted on ao3. don't think i've ever written haku happy before, and that's not going to start now.
When Haku walked into what used to be his dorm after receiving a call from the honor student, he wasn’t really sure what to expect. He knew, of course, that it was about their most recent mission. Beyond that, though, he wasn’t sure what to expect.
So, when he sat beside them on one of the pews and they immediately asked him to kill them, Haku was stunned into silence. Not a single sound rang throughout the empty dorm after their request, and Haku wasn’t even sure how he should start to approach the subject with them.
So, instead, the honor student continued.
“When they first put me in this dorm, I felt lonely,” the inspector spoke, looking around at the ruins that the Clash had left Clementia in. “Every night, I fell asleep here alone, and it was isolating. Sometimes I wished I could stay in one of the other dorms that the general students were in. Or even in Jabberwock or Obscuary.”
Although he wasn’t sure about why they changed the subject, Haku nodded along. The inspector drew in a deep breath and glanced at him, afraid to meet his eyes. “Now, though, I can understand why I’m on my own here. After all, who wants to share a dorm with someone who’s becoming an anomaly? Someone who, in a year, could curse them? I was better off alone than surrounded by people who’d just become… casualties once this curse runs its course.”
The honor student looked down at their ring. “I wish now that I’d never put on that veil, that I never become the host for this ring. Then Darkwick would’ve locked me up from the start, and I wouldn’t have been given so much false hope.”
Like our last mission, Haku thought. We got so close to finally capturing the Kyklos only for it to slip through our fingers at the last minute.
“So, I know my request is selfish, but I don’t care. It might be the last one I ever get to make,” the inspector finally met Haku’s eyes.
He could tell, in that moment, why they had called him that night. With their time closing in and the curse beginning to take them over more, their physical changes weren’t just limited to their curse mark anymore. Their eyes reminded him of red oleanders, their irises almost appearing as if there were petals surrounding their pupil. They become less of themself and more of the Kyklos with each passing day, Haku realized. It must hurt to see yourself transform into the anomaly that cursed you in the first place.
Yet, even when he knew why they had called him and he could understand their request, there was no way he could fulfill it.
“I can’t do what you need me to do,” Haku reached for their hand, placing his on top of it. “I’m sorry. But what you’re asking me to do would hurt a lot more people than just you. The ripple effect your death would cause could destroy Darkwick.”
I don’t care about Darkwick, the inspector thought, angry. “They’re the reason I’m -”
“No, they’re not. There’s only one thing to blame for your curse, and it escaped into another dimension,” Haku cut them off. “And it’s not just Darkwick. We’ve all been working to break your curse.”
“It didn’t work!” the inspector shouted, pulling their hand away from Haku and standing up. “Why are you sitting here telling me about how my death will affect Darkwick? They won’t care. They always knew it would end like this. It’s why they didn’t tell me in one year I’d turn into an anomaly, they told me I’d die because they plan on containing me and killing me themself. So why are you sitting here and telling me about how it’ll destroy them? It won’t matter!”
Haku didn’t dare cut them off this time, waiting until they reached a lull before standing up to put his hands on their shoulders and turn them around, easing them down to sit back onto the pew. “Do you think nothing has changed in the past year?” Haku asked, his tone still calm. Now that they thought about it, they’d never seen Haku angry. Even when he toed the line, he was controlled in his responses.
“What do you mean?”
Despite everything, Haku smiled down at them. “If you hadn’t put on that veil and become our inspector, you wouldn’t have gotten to know any of us. And can you truly look at me and tell me that none of the friends you’ve made since you’ve been here would care if you died? Do you think they’ll let Darkwick take you away and just forget about you as if you were never here?”
There was a shade of sadness in the inspector’s eyes as they stayed on him. “Why do you keep talking about how Darkwick will react or how the other ghouls will react?”
The ghoul tilted his head at them. “What do you mean?” he asked, hands still on their shoulders.
“If you’ll…” the inspector began, hesitating before biting down on their nerves. “If you’ll miss me, why won’t you just say that?”
The quiet vulnerability in their words made Haku feel like he’d taken an arrow to the heart. Because it doesn’t matter how I’ll feel, Haku thought. I’m not enough to make you stay. And if you lived just because I asked you to, I could never live with letting you down again.
“Of course I’d miss you,” Haku finally responded, offering them a smile and tucking a lock of hair behind their ear. “Do you really think I wouldn’t?”
For a moment, Haku thought he might get away with hiding his vulnerability, but the honor student reached up and removed his hands from them. “I’m not trying to be insensitive. I know - I know what I’m asking isn’t easy. But I came to you because I thought… I don’t know. I just don’t want to die locked up as an anomaly. I’d rather die as human as I still can be.”
“You won’t die if you’re locked up,” Haku told them, sitting again at the pew and fighting the urge to reach out for them again. “And there’s a lot we still don’t know about the Kyklos. It’s not often that humans turn into anomalies. For all Darkwick knows, there’s a way to turn you back. They could do research into it.”
The honor student laughed humorlessly. “Really, Haku? Another taunting ray of hope?”
Nothing I’m saying is changing their mind, Haku thought for a moment. But, if I don’t try this…
“I’m not trying to get your hopes up. I’m being selfish, too,” Haku moved closer to them, reaching over and intertwining his fingers with theirs. It was unexpected, and the inspector could feel a certain desperation in the way he held their hand in his. “Because I don’t want you to give up. I wished you called me here to tell me how you felt about me before you’re gone rather than ask me to kill you. So, with that in mind… Would it be too much for me to ask you not to think about how it would affect anyone else but me?”
Looking into Haku’s green eyes, the inspector saw… fragility. As if Haku’s fate rested in their answer. This isn’t fair to anyone, they thought. It’s not fair for me to ask him to be the one to kill me, but it’s not fair for him to ask me to stay. Maybe if I told him the truth…
“I’m asking you, Haku, because I’d rather die a human with the person I love than die as an anomaly when I can’t look at you without cursing you,” their voice wavered, tears rising into their petal-red eyes. “Maybe this isn’t the confession you wanted. This isn’t how I imagined it going. But… At least if I die as a human, I can become a ghost who could stay at your side. Like Zenji. And I’d wait for you until it was your time, too.”
Throughout Hotarubi’s missions, they’d figured out what happened when someone died angry or when anomalies died. They might just become another mission if they became a ghost any other way - Haku should’ve known they thought about that.
If this is what they want…
The ghoul drew in a deep breath. “I’ll do it before it’s too late.”
…then, for once, maybe I shouldn’t do as Darkwick expects of me.
“But not a second before. After all, we - me and the others - didn’t come this far only to fall at the last minute.”
✄ go ahead
summary ⟡ In the face of the honor student’s request, Jiro tests their convictions.
word count ⟡ 1.3k
tags ⟡ jiro kirisaki x reader, jiro kirisaki x mc, hurt/comfort, suicide mention
author's note ⟡ cross-posted on ao3. jiro's homescreen line about administering what someone wanted when they said they wanted to die gave me an idea of where i wanted to go with this.
If there was anyone who the honor student expected to understand their request, it was Jiro. She’d seen him deal with patients - especially ones who were nearing death - and she knew where his ethics stood. When his patients had told him that they wanted to die, he prescribed them what they needed to achieve it. The inspector didn’t see their request as anything different.
Which is why, as Jiro stared at them with ruby eyes and an immutable expression, they weren’t sure why they felt like they had misstepped. Mortkranken’s cold lighting wasn’t helping their anxiety either, and with the two of them alone in the lab as Yuri headed off to bed, there was a chill as Jiro continued to say nothing in the large, empty and imposing room.
Right as they thought about taking back their words - the vulnerable ask they had bared to him - Jiro finally spoke in his usual flat tone. “Okay. So you want to die,” he crossed his arms. “Then why are you still here?”
The question caught the honor student off guard. “I’m asking for your help,” they responded, voice quiet. “I’ve seen how you work, Jiro, and you know more about my curse than anyone else. You know that, at this point, in just a few weeks… it’ll be too late.”
“According to the usual Kyklos curse progression, yes,” Jiro answered, his tone clinical. “There’s no saying what kind of physical sensations you’ll be able to feel, or how much of your mind you’ll still have control of. I assume those are your main concerns. That, and the fact that once you become a Kyklos you’ll be able to curse others. In just a few weeks time, you’ll have fully become an anomaly.”
So he does get it, they thought, taking a step toward him. “You understand, then, why I’m asking you to do this for me. I don’t want to find that out. I don’t want to lose more and more of my mind until I hurt my friends, and I don’t want to lose control of my body.”
I already have, the inspector thought. The curse mark on their back had only continued to spread, and it was obvious that the smell of flowers had permeated into every article of clothing they owned.
“Okay. Then go ahead and die. You don’t need my help in order to do it,” Jiro stepped forward, closing the gap between them. “If you want to die, I won’t stop you. But if you’re just scared, then death isn’t the answer.”
Mortkranken’s lab fell as the inspector let Jiro’s words sink in. They hadn’t expected this as an answer - Jiro seemingly accepting that they want to die, but unwilling to have a hand in it. In the beat of silence between them that passed, Jiro picked up his clipboard, and they could see a photo of their curse mark at the top of it. “You said you know how I work, but you know less than you think you do. To ask me to kill you is asking me to throw away all of the work and research that both Yuri and I have put into breaking or curing your curse.”
Suddenly, the honor student felt their heart sink as they stared at Jiro’s stony face. Even though he didn’t express his emotions clearly, they knew that Jiro wasn’t heartless. He had his own way of showing his care for others - the inspector had seen it countless times on the missions they’d gone on together. “I’m sorry,” they stepped back, feeling the urge to retreat from the room entirely. “I didn’t mean - I wasn’t trying to disrespect what you’ve done for me.”
“Doing,” Jiro corrected, crossing his arms and looking down at them. “We’re still researching, you know. Yuri’s getting sleep tonight for the first time in a week. I should be doing the same, but you said you wanted to see me. Just because our timeframe is shrinking, it doesn’t mean we’re giving up.”
“What’s the point?!” the inspector yelled, taking a step back again. Something in them snapped when Jiro continued, and they couldn’t help the words that spewed out or the hot tears that rushed forward. “I won’t be myself three weeks from now. I won’t remember you. I won’t remember the effort that anyone has put in for me. Why should I make everyone crunch now when I know it’s hopeless? It’s selfish to keep living. All I’m doing is making everyone watch as I- as I become a monster.”
Jiro’s eyes were unchanging as the honor student’s eyes were glassy and red. One half of them felt angry at Jiro for how, in the face of them breaking down and crying, he could just stand there and stare at them. He didn’t raise his voice at them, he didn’t take offense, he just observed them. It made them feel like he was studying them as if they were in a petri dish.
The other half of them, though, found it incredibly grounding. It made Jiro easy to vent to - he didn’t take their swinging emotions personally, he didn’t escalate the situation. In fact, he waited in place until they caught their breath and stopped crying, wiping tears off their cheeks. Once they started to catch their breath, Jiro spoke again. “Anomalies and monsters aren’t the same thing.”
“It feels the same to me,” the honor student wiped their face again, cheeks wet. “If I become - when I become - I’ll curse others, just as I was cursed. I can’t do that to someone else, especially if it’s someone I care about.”
As they continued to cry, Jiro stepped forward, making them take another step back and bump right into one of the treatment tables. “I’m sorry, don’t - this was a mistake. I’ll take care of it myself - I’ll figure something out.”
Before they could leave, Jiro closed the gap between them and grabbed their hand, not thinking twice about it. “Don’t,” Jiro pulled them closer to him. “I’ll put you on suicide watch if I have to. Wait for me. I’ll take care of you until then.”
His eyes didn’t waver, and looking into his gaze and finding nothing but unwavering dedication made the inspector start crying all over again. “Even when I become an anomaly? Will you still take care of me when I could curse you with just one look? When it’s too late?”
“There’s advancements in medical research all the time. They thought I would never come out of a coma,” Jiro raised his free hand up to their chin, tilting it upward before starting to wipe away some of their falling tears. “Darkwick might believe there’s no way to reverse your curse after a year passes. But that won’t stop me from looking for a way. And besides, I’ve been studying flowers anyway. I’m the best suited to taking care of you. And I won’t let them kill you.”
They let out a sob, leaning forward and putting their head on Jiro’s chest before the only sound in Mortkranken’s lab were their own cries echoing off the walls. Jiro raised one hand to the top of their head, his fingers running through their hair in comforting strokes. “I don’t want to hurt you,” they whispered against him, not wanting to look up. “I don’t want to curse you.”
“Let me worry about that,” Jiro told them, pulling back. “Do you still want me to kill you?”
The honor student shook their head. It was an unfair request from the start. “I’m sorry, Jiro.”
“No. I’m sorry I haven’t found a cure for you yet. But I will,” he swore, tucking a lock of hair behind their ear. “Even if I get cursed trying.”
⏾⋆ TKDB Fanfic Masterlist
Jin Kamurai ⟡
Tohma Ishibashi ⟡ you should know (death series)
Lucas Errant ⟡
Kaito Fuji ⟡
Alan Mido ⟡
Leo Kurosagi ⟡ to hold onto (death series)
Shohei Haizono ⟡
Haru Sagara ⟡
Towa Otonashi ⟡ can't do this alone (death series)
Ren Shirinami ⟡
Taiga Hoshibami ⟡
Romeo Scorpius Lucci ⟡ and tomorrow, you can erase me from your mind (death series)
Ritsu Shinjo ⟡
Subaru Kagami ⟡
Haku Kusanagi ⟡ only to fall (death series)
Zenji Kotodama ⟡
Edward Hart ⟡ the spirit of desire (18+)
Rui Mizuki ⟡ even if you pray to rest in peace (death series)
Lyca Colt ⟡
Yuri Isami ⟡ doctor's orders (18+)
Jiro Kirisaki ⟡ go ahead (death series)
✦ to hold onto
summary ⟡ Leo gets pissed after hearing the honor student’s request for him.
word count ⟡ 1.5k
tags ⟡ leo kurosagi x reader, kinda leo x mc bc reader is the inspector here, gender-neutral pronouns, angst, hurt/comfort
author's note ⟡ cross-posted on ao3. after leo's reaction to the mc in the latest vagastrom chapter, i knew exactly now i wanted to write this prompt. part of a series about asking the ghouls to die.
Honestly, they should’ve known Leo would react the way he did. The little menace was rarely ever agreeable - but they knew he listened to reason. As pushy as he could be, as demanding as he often was, they thought that he might agree to do it.
It only took a moment for them to be proved wrong.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Leo responded through gritted teeth. “Actually, no, I think you’re actually just fucking stupid. Get out of my face, honor roll.”
The honor student’s heart sank at Leo’s reaction, and as they turned around to leave, Leo’s arm shot forward and his hand wrapped around their wrist. “No, actually, I changed my mind.”
Their eyes widened, hope flashing across them. “You’ll do it, then?”
“What? Fuck no. I’m pissed you even asked. I changed my mind about making you leave, though. Sit down and explain this to me. Now.”
Leo led them by the arm to one of Vagastrom’s couches, shoving them down. He woke up in the middle of the night due to a text message from the honor student telling him they needed to speak right away. He demanded that if they were going to wake him up in the middle of the night, they were going to come to him. Alan and Sho had been training in the Pit for hours earlier, and the rest of the house was asleep. They had complete privacy.
And if there was anyone still hanging around, Leo would hear their footsteps before they ever got close enough to hear their conversation. That fact alone made the honor student accept Vagastrom as a location for the meeting, and the moment they arrived, they wasted no time in asking Leo for what they wanted.
“Before this curse makes me into a monster, will you kill me?”
His knee-jerk reaction was anger, and he was still pissed - but his anger had moved from the honor student to himself. Not that he’d ever admit that. He was mad that he’d done anything to make them think that he’d be willing to kill them. He knew that he and the honor student had gotten off on the wrong foot - and he hadn’t exactly been straight-forward about making amends - but he could never have been annoyed enough with them to want them dead.
One look into Leo’s light amber eyes told the inspector that they fucked up. It was too late for them to call it a joke and walk away, though, so they took a moment to collect their thoughts before starting to answer. “Do you have any idea how terrified I am to turn into that thing…? I’m basically an incubator for the Kyklos. They told me my curse is how it… reproduces. Soon, there won’t be anything left of me. Just something in my place that will hurt everyone I love.”
“You still have time left. Are you seriously telling me you’d rather ask someone to kill you than fight your way out of this?” Leo crossed his arms and looked down at the student sitting on the couch in front of him, anger lacing his every word. “It’s too hard to fight down to the wire, so you’d rather roll over and let Darkwick kill you?”
“Not Darkwick. You,” the honor student’s words were quick. “You don’t exactly make it a secret that you hate this place and you don’t trust them. I don’t want them to be the ones to kill me. If I’m going to die anyway -”
“Stop assuming you’re going to die,” Leo cut them off and stepped forward until they were toe-to-toe and leaned down. “I get it. You’re scared. But asking me to kill you isn’t sparing your suffering. It’s just passing it on. And I am not going to be the one responsible for that.”
Frustrated, the inspector stood up, looking Leo in the eyes with a furrowed brow. “Do you think I want to give up? Do you think asking you is easy for me? I know you hate me. Coming here was a mistake.”
As they moved to brush past Leo, he grabbed their arm and pulled them back to face him. “You seriously think I hate you enough to kill you? Get fucking real,” he furrowed his brow. “I don’t. I don’t even - I don’t hate you.”
They pulled their arm out of his grasp. He wasn’t as physically imposing as some of the other ghouls, but he still had an uncomfortably strong grip. “Really? Because I know you’ve never liked me. Our first mission together, you were eager to keep me in the dark. Our second mission, you barely treated me like I was a warden with you. Should I keep going?”
He stopped for a moment, sinking in the information. I can’t tell them they’re wrong. I didn’t like them at first.
But then Leo started calling them to Vagastrom to use their enhancement ability. And after hours spent on that very couch, holding hands, it became natural to him to have them around. He’d use wanting their enhancement ability as an excuse to have them come sit with him for hours and hold his hand - but the second they asked if he really still needed him there, he’d push them away.
He always convinced himself he’d have more time to sort out the growing feelings for the honor student after their curse was broken. He knew Darkwick was incompetent, but he never considered that they’d drag their feet on breaking the inspector’s curse this much. It was down to the wire now - not even a month left - and they still hadn’t located the Kyklos that cursed them in the first place.
His time was running out, and they wanted to cut it off prematurely.
Leo sucked in a sharp breath. “And you think that’s enough to show I’d have it in me to kill you? You really are fucking stupid, honor roll.”
“That’s not all,” their voice softened. “You told me before that I should go out kicking and screaming. Kick up a commotion so Darkwick couldn’t sweep me under the rug. I’m… not good at that kind of thing. But you are.”
It clicked for Leo. “You want me to make your death mean something. If you turn into an anomaly, Darkwick killing you is a tragedy, but their inevitable duty. If you die beforehand, and it’s due to Darkwick’s negligence… they’ll see just how much this stupid school needs to get its priorities straight.”
They nodded, tears welling in their eyes. “Will you do it, then? Help me?”
“Help you martyr yourself? Fuck no,” Leo scoffed. “But… I’ll make you a promise. If you die - not when - I’ll make sure this entire school knows that it was because they didn’t do enough. I’ll light the match and watch this entire school burn itself to the ground when they realize just how big their mistake was. Because if they thought the Clash was bad when the ghouls were fighting each other, they’re going to see how much worse it is to have the ghouls be the ones fighting them.”
The inspector drew in a deep breath, contemplating Leo’s offer. “I know you don’t do anything for free. What do you want in return?”
It only took one look into their eyes for Leo to know they were willing to pay any price. After all, they came here asking to die - so Leo knew that, at this point, there wasn’t much he could ask from them that they wouldn’t be willing to give.
So, hesitantly, Leo reached out and grabbed their hand to ask them for the most difficult thing they could do for him.
“Fight for your life like it means something to you. Don’t just stand there and take it. Either live through this or die screaming. I’ll take care of everything else.”
Like it means something to me, they thought, surprisingly finding comfort from the feeling of Leo’s hand in theirs. They let their fingers intertwine with his, thinking back on all of the days spent in Vagastrom exactly like this - Leo’s hand in theirs for hours.
They’d never admit it to the ghoul, but they did find comfort in those days. It meant something to them. If I’m going to make it through this, I want something with meaning. Something to hold onto. Why now this promise?
“Okay,” they whispered, accepting his terms.
“Good,” Leo let go of their hand. “Now do me a favor and don’t ask anyone else to kill you until then, okay? If you live through this… I have something to tell you.”
He knew it wasn’t much, but he hoped saying that gave them something to look forward to. And it gave him a final deadline - if the honor student did survive their curse… he’d finally tell them how he really felt.
It would be the first time he let himself be honest with someone - but if they fought for their life, he thought they’d be entitled to some honesty from him for once.
✄ doctor's orders
summary ⟡ Yuri can get demanding when he’s in the mood, because above all else, one thing is true - he doesn’t like relinquishing control.
word count ⟡ 3.1k
tags ⟡ yuri isami x reader, blowjobs, begging, cockwarming, established relationship, penetrative sex, praise, body worship, marking
author's note ⟡ cross-posted on ao3. happy birthday, yuri. enjoy yourself while you can ❤︎
Some days, with Yuri, it was hard to remember how he behaved when they first started dating.
Before the young doctor had become more comfortable with their sexual relationship, he’d acted completely like a blushing virgin. Every touch, Yuri melted at - and despite later preferring a more controlling role, he’d let them take the lead in their first few encounters.
It was how he found out that he didn’t like the submissive role. Being led the first time was fine - he needed it, honestly, to become comfortable. Once he was, though, he took a role that was much more like what he was used to - commanding and direct about what he wanted.
His partner had come to expect two different things when Yuri called them down to his lab - either Yuri wanted to run a check-up on them for some anxious reason he’d come up with as an excuse to see them, or what tonight’s call was about: he had the lab to himself for the night with no chance of intrusion. Honestly, it had been a while since one of those nights came up - so they expected their boyfriend to be needier and more demanding than usual.
“Good, you’re finally here,” Yuri’s voice rang out without bothering to turn around, his back to them as he kept writing at his desk. “I’m behind on the theses I wanted to finish reading this week. I have two more to finish and take notes on.”
They knew what Yuri expected from them, they were used to this kind of call - but if Yuri wanted that, they were going to make him ask them directly. “You called me here to watch you work, then?” they asked in a teasing tone, grabbing a stool and pulling it next to him. “I know you can finish one of these in ten minutes. You could’ve told me to come in half an hour instead.”
Yuri looked over at them and furrowed his brow. “Don’t be cute.”
A smile spread across their face before they reached forward, grabbing his hand. “Isn’t that how you’d prefer me to be, though? Cute?”
Despite dating for a while, and despite insisting that he was always the one in-charge, all it took was a small smile on their face and them taking his ungloved hand to make heat rise to Yuri’s cheeks. “You little - you know what I meant!” Yuri responded, his voice showing he was more flustered than he’d let on.
“Do I? You’ll have to be more specific, I’m afraid,” they leaned forward, bringing Yuri’s hand to their mouth and leaving small kisses along his knuckles. “Is there something you called me here to do while you finish your note-taking?”
He cleared his throat and closed his eyes, trying to force the blush on his face from getting any worse so they wouldn’t tease him for it. Even when he liked taking command, it didn’t mean he was an expert at it. If he could get his sentence out without stuttering over a few of his words, he considered that successful. “I want you to get on your knees under my desk and keep me occupied while I get this done.”
Seeing his eyes closed and his face rosy, they couldn’t help but poke fun at him a little more. “Not even a please?”
“Hmph,” Yuri made a noise of disapproval before cracking open his eyes, his clear emerald gaze locked on theirs. It already looked like he was getting more of his confidence back. “No. Get down.”
Sometimes it took a moment for Yuri to gain his momentum again after they’d had a few weeks sexually apart. Seeing him regain it sent a rush through them - they liked it when Yuri got more demanding. It was more entertaining for both of them when he was the one ‘in control’.
Though the truth was, he was just as wrapped around their finger as he was theirs, if not more. He’d just never be the one to admit it.
After pretending to think it over, they hummed, starting to get under Yuri’s desk. “You have fifteen minutes to finish those, or I’m leaving,” they warned him, looking up at him as they got down. “Does that sound reasonable, doctor?”
When they looked up at him from that angle, eyes wide, Yuri couldn’t help but draw in a shaky breath as he started to slowly pull off his belt. “You - You’re not the one making demands here, brat,” he responded, his voice betraying him slightly as he looked into their expectant eyes. “You’re to do as I say and nothing more.”
“We’ll see. I don’t like waiting for too long.”’
“You’ll wait as long as I tell you to,” Yuri unbuttoned his pants and undid the zipper, starting to push them down. “Now use that mouth for something more than talking back.”
Once he pushed his pants off, it was clear to see that he was barely even half-hard. It wasn’t unusual - he liked and tended to need longer foreplay, which is why they’d started this routine in the first place. They ran their tongue down the length of his shaft before taking him into their mouth, and Yuri let out a short, breathy moan. “You have a soft mouth. Stay just like that for me.”
It was difficult at first for Yuri to focus on anything else when they first did this. The first time, within only three minutes, he asked them to get back up and let him fuck them. Now, as long as they didn’t start swirling their tongue or start running their fingers along his perineal, he could last much longer and focus on reading.
Though their fingertips tracing circles on his thighs made it arduous to keep himself from getting impatient. He knew they were doing it on purpose - he lectured them for trying to get him excited too quickly once, so now they touched him lightly and teasingly. Nothing that could truly give him a reason for telling them they were doing too much.
Even trying to go faster than usual through the readings, it took Yuri twenty minutes to get through both of the papers. The entire time, he’d been a little more than half-hard with his partner’s mouth wrapped around them. He pulled back from his desk, looking down at them, reaching forward to card his fingers though their hair. “Look, you stayed the whole time. I told you that you’d wait as long as I told you to, didn’t I?”
Part of them thought that Yuri liked to be particularly condescending when they were already on their knees because they couldn’t talk back with their mouth full. Yuri’s hand went to the back of their head, pushing them forward gently while he stood up so they didn’t pull back. “Good, stay just like that,” he insisted. “Though you could be doing more, you know. Or do you like the taste of me enough to want to keep me in your mouth?”
For a moment, they considered pulling away to talk back at him. But there was something about Yuri’s ungloved hand knotted into the back of their hair, holding them gently in place that made them stay. His touch was typically more precise, delicate, and deliberate - and even now, as he held their head in place to keep their mouth around him, it wasn’t with enough force that took away their ability to pull back… which was important for a few reasons.
One of which being, if he did push their head all the way forward, it wouldn't be difficult for him to hit the back of their throat and start choking.
Instead, they followed his indirect order to start giving his cock more attention. Their tongue swirled around his sensitive tip, causing the doctor to shudder, his hand gripping their hair a little tighter. “Don’t stop,” Yuri’s voice was breathy, but the words were said with the neediness to make it a command. He pushed the back of their head slightly, encouraging them to take more of him into their mouth. “Be good for me.”
One hand trailed up his thighs as they dropped their jaw as much as possible, taking him in until his cock hit the back of their throat. He let out a soft noise, and it became louder when their hand trailed all the way up to his jewels, cradling them and stroking with soft fingertips. That was enough to elicit a louder noise from him, and he pulled their head back by their hair to encourage them to look him in the eyes. “When I pull out of your mouth, tell me how much you need me. Beg for me.”
Yuri loved to hear begging. It made him feel desired, needed, and gave him a rush of power. The idea that anyone would want him enough to beg made him want to hear it as often as possible.
Especially when that person was as attractive, smart and desirable as his partner. It was hard for him to deny that he could get possessive with his partner as well, and hearing them beg for him made him feel like they were his and that they weren’t going anywhere.
When he pulled back, they did exactly that, becoming a little more amenable to Yuri’s orders. “Yuri, please, I need more than this from you. Please, pull me up and touch me.”
He smiled, satisfied by their begging. “Take my hand,” he told them, moving his hand from being tangled in their hair and into their grasp. When his fingers intertwined with theirs, they noted how his hands were soft and warm. Yuri’s hands were surprisingly strong, and when he pulled them up, he took a moment to lock eyes with them.
This close, it was difficult for Yuri to maintain his commanding routine. Looking into their eyes, Yuri became slightly softer, and one of his hands raised to their face and started to massage their jaw. “You did a good job. Let me reward you. You’re still going to listen to me, right?”
“Yes,” they responded softly, leaning into his hand and enjoying the massage. “I’m still here to follow your orders, doctor. So, please, tell me what you want me to do. I need you.”
Sometimes, Yuri wondered if they meant what they said when they begged for him or if they were just indulging him. If he thought about it for too long, he became more self-conscious - and by extent, clingier and more possessive of them. Even if they didn’t mean it every second, they seemed genuine, and Yuri wanted to believe it.
“Get on the exam table,” Yuri nodded toward the high blue table. “And take off your clothes.”
They did as he asked at first and got on the table with their legs dangling over the edge, but as they started pulling off their top, Yuri saw them hesitate. “Something wrong?” he asked, a smug grin crawling onto his face. “Struggling to comprehend the order? I didn’t think it was really that difficult. I can rephrase it if-”
“It’s just that I’d rather have you pull them off of me,” they cut him off, smiling sweetly at him, pretending as if they didn’t know exactly what kind of reaction this would get out of their boyfriend. “Please, Yuri. I want you to strip me and touch me.”
It was like someone had shocked Yuri from the way he stopped in his tracks and a blush rose to his face. “I - You -” he started, struggling to get out a sentence. Finally, he cleared his throat and circled around the table, going behind them and leaning forward so his chest was against their back. “Very well. Only because you’re so good at begging for me.”
He had only a moment of hesitance before grabbing the hem of their shirt and pulling it over their head. He drew closer, his hands trailing up their back, unhooking their bra. He was emanating heat, his hands warm as he pulled their bra off with surprising ease. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he leaned in, his hands going around and teasing their nipples with his fingertips. “And you’re going to be nice and responsive to me, right? You know I prefer it when you’re vocal, telling me how much you like it with that pretty voice of yours. Beg me not to stop. Tell me how much you need me.”
“Keep touching me, Yuri. Don’t pull away. Keep going,” they told him, the words flying freely from their mouth. Truthfully, it wasn’t difficult to fulfill Yuri’s demands to beg for him. Honestly, the fact he asked them to do so made it easier - it made them feel less pathetic.
And the way Yuri constantly praised them for it and told them how beautiful they were made it easier, too. Honestly, sometimes his words bordered on worship when he touched them and told them to beg him. They were equally as needy for each other, unwilling to admit it, always needing an excuse or cover to praise the other.
He pinched their nipple with one hand to get a reaction out of them while his other reached for the hem of their pants, starting to pull them down. “Those are the cute sounds I want to hear,” he whispered, getting his control back after they’d caught him off-guard.
His mouth had been close enough to their ear for them to feel his warm breath against them, but now his head dipped to their neck, leaving soft kisses against it. “Your skin is so exquisite,” he whispered against them. “I can’t get enough of you. Soft, sweet-smelling… you’ll let me leave some marks, won’t you? Tell me you will. Tell me you want to see them every time you look in the mirror and think of me.”
“Leave them,” they gave him permission, presenting more of their neck to him. “I want to see them on me to remind me of you. I want proof on me that you were here. Because every time you look at me, you’ll blush, won’t you? And that’ll be so cute.”
The control he got back slipped away at those words, and he started stuttering again when heat rose to his face. He was grateful for their position at that moment - since he was behind them, they couldn’t see just how red his face was. “I - that - you! I - I should pull away now from such a needy brat.”
“No, don’t,” they reached up and grabbed a handful of his soft hair, keeping him on their neck. “Please. I’ll behave. Don’t pull back.”
He laughed softly, happy with their response, a smug tone returning to his voice. “Just for you, I’ll keep going. Be a brat again, though, and I won’t be this generous,” he muttered against their skin before kissing them again. His kisses were feather-light until he opened his mouth, softly sucking at their skin. He kept his hand occupied with their breast as his tongue traced their skin. It was enough to draw a series of mewls from them, and that seemed to spur him on further - leaving a few marks on their neck before his attention started going lower.
“You’re so soft. Soft and warm, and…” he trailed off as he backed away from their neck and circled the table to get in front of them. He put his hands on their knees and pushed them apart to get between them before pulling their underwear down as well, his hands going immediately to the heat between their legs. “So wet for me already. Did keeping my cock warm in your mouth turn you on that much? Were you picturing what you wanted me to do that entire time? You’re so perfect, getting this wet for me from that.”
“It’s more than that turning me on,” they responded, a slight whine in their tone. “Enough foreplay already, Yuri. I’ve been waiting for you to be ready from the moment I walked in. Please.”
“It’s not enough yet,” Yuri’s fingertip ran down their slit, teasing their entrance. “It’s not enough until you’re a complete begging mess for me, on the edge. You look pretty like that, and even prettier when you’re mine. You are mine, aren’t you?”
Yuri pushed two fingers into them, and they sucked in a gasp. “I’m yours,” they responded, hands going up and grabbing Yuri’s shoulders to keep him there. “Keep going, Yuri. I need you not to stop. Go faster, please. I need it.”
“So needy,” Yuri teased, though he indulged them, inserting another finger and using his thumb to reach their clit, rubbing gentle circles around the sensitive area. “You feel good around my fingers. I can only imagine how you’ll feel around my erection. Tell me how much you want to feel it.”
“Oh, I’ve already felt it. I tasted it for almost half an hour,” they teased him, unable to resist. “But I wanted to feel it - feel you - inside me. Now.”
Yuri didn’t like taking commands, but he took this one. He withdrew his hands from their breast and and from inside them to grab them from their hips, pulling them right to the edge of the exam table. Yuri’s hips were just barely at level to theirs as they sat on the table, allowing him to press his hard-on right against them. “Beg for me one more time,” he whispered, but this time his tone wasn’t commanding. It was needy, almost desperate.
They looked past the desperation and gave him what he wanted. “Yuri, please. I need to feel you.”
He didn’t waste another moment, pushing into them, his head falling back as he let out a soft groan. “You’re so perfect,” he whispered, his head tilting back up as he looked forward to face them. “And you’re all mine, aren’t you? You don’t let anyone else touch your soft, addicting skin but me. No one gets to leave pretty little marks on your ravishing skin but me. And you wouldn’t ever beg for anyone else but me, would you?”
“No, no one else,” they responded quickly. They could feel every inch of him against them, and Yuri started with a teasingly slow pace, making them lift their hips eagerly to meet him. “You’re the only one, Yuri. I’m yours. Now please, go faster. I need more from you.”
“I know what you need,” Yuri leaned forward and pulled them into a kiss. It was rare to get a passionate kiss from him, so they savored the feeling of his soft lips against theirs, a taste of vanilla and coffee barely detectable. “And since you’re so cute, I’ll give it to you. As long as you never stop begging for me.”
⏾⋆ even if you pray to rest in peace
summary ⟡ The honor student makes a heart-breaking request of Rui in the face of the Kyklos curse consuming them.
word count ⟡ 1.8k
tags ⟡ rui mizuki x reader, kinda x mc because reader is the honor student here, hurt/comfort, whump, it's mostly hurt, especially for rui, implied major character death
author's note ⟡ cross-posted on ao3. got the idea for this based on this piece of fanart by @fumbledevil - but i plan on making this a series of different reactions to this request.
Rui hadn’t known what to expect when the honor student suddenly asked to speak with him privately, but it wasn’t this. Standing alone in front of them in the old Clementia dorm, the ruins of the cathedral surrounding them, he struggled to process what they’d said.
“If I’m going to die, I want you to be the one to kill me.”
He couldn’t laugh this off and pretend that it was a joke to move the conversation along. Not when the honor student was standing in front of him, their hands trembling, and staring with expectant eyes. They’d seemed afraid to make the request, and that felt heavier to him.
They’d seen his curse up close. They knew exactly what they were asking of him, and they were terrified, but asked him anyway.
After a long silence, Rui finally broke it. “You can’t give up,” he muttered, though he wasn’t sure he believed the words himself. He’d partially given up hope of his own curse being lifted, so he knew it was hypocritical to ask them to keep holding onto hope. Especially when their curse was more of a ticking time bomb that grew closer to exploding every day, leaving nothing but death and devastation in its wake.
The honor student drew in a shaky breath before taking a seat at one of the pews, collecting themself. Their eyes averted from Rui and drifted to their lap, distracting themself with their hands as they tried to gather the right words. “Darkwick isn’t any closer now to breaking my curse than they have been from the beginning. I keep seeing taunting rays of hope only for them to become shadows,” they admitted softly, their tone indicating that this was the first time they’ve had the courage to express this aloud. “And I don’t, I can’t -”
Upon seeing them struggle for words, Rui took a seat beside them at the pew, careful not to get too close. He was wearing his gloves, of course, but the instinct to keep his distance was instilled deep within him. “We’re going to break your curse. There’s still time left.”
“There isn’t enough time,” the honor student’s voice cracked, and they looked back at Rui with glassy eyes. His eyes widened upon seeing the tears in their eyes, just barely spilling onto their cheeks. “And I don’t want to lose what’s left of my mind until it’s gone. I don’t want to lose control of my body until I start hurting others. I don’t want to be alive long enough to look at the faces of the people I care about and… not recognize them. Can you understand that?”
He understood too well how terrifying it was not to have control over who he might hurt. “I don’t want to be the one who’s responsible for your death,” he admitted. “I’ve been responsible for too much death already.”
“I’d rather die at the hands of the person I love than be put down by the institution who failed me,” the honor student reached up and wiped a tear off their face. They were falling freely now, their face wet. “You’re the only person I can ask to do this. You’re my curse twin, right? You know what it’s like to live with something that’s out of your control.”
Curse twin. He’d called them that multiple times, all under the guise of making them feel like they weren’t alone. He supposed it worked - it made them know that he’s there for them.
“I don’t want to be the one responsible for hurting everyone I’ve grown to care about,” the honor student continued as Rui stayed silent. “And I don’t want to curse someone innocent and keep spreading the Kyklos. I want this strain of the curse to die with me. I’m terrified to die, but it’s worse to think I could kill one of you.”
One of you. Rui knew they meant the ghouls that they’d become close to - that, despite the rocky beginnings - all started to look out for the honor student in their own way. This threw away their months of trying to protect them, definitively shutting the door on hope and locking it behind them.
But he knew where they were coming from. When they first met, Rui had wondered if it was worse to have a curse that meant he’d die within a year or to have a curse that killed others. Unfortunately, with the information that had come to light, the honor student’s curse ended up being a bit of both. It would kill who they used to be while bringing destruction to everyone else.
“Are you sure?” he asked quietly, as if scared to admit that he was considering it.
The honor student flashed a sad smile at him, tears still sitting in their eyes. “I can either die by your hand without killing anybody or die by another hand after I’ve already hurt people. So, if I am going to die anyway, I want it to be you. I’m sure.”
“There isn’t anyone else?” Rui asked. “I might be cursed, but I’m not the only one who can kill you.”
They drew in a deep breath. “There’s no one else I feel as comfortable with. Who I feel like I can tell all of this to and know that they’ll understand me. And besides…” they trailed off, inching closer to him. “This might be a bad time to admit it, but you’re the only one I’m in love with, Rui. And I’ve seen how your curse works. Maybe if you absorb my soul… part of us can be together forever.”
Together forever, Rui thought, his heart beating faster at the declaration. The first selfish thought that flashed through his head was ‘if you love me, you wouldn’t ask me to do this for you’.
Yet he knew it was because they loved him that they wanted him to be the one to do it.
“Is that really the ending you want?” Rui pushed the issue, needing them to be certain.
“It makes me feel… peaceful, to imagine my soul being with you,” they looked at the stained glass windows of Clementia’s cathedral, needing an excuse to look up to prevent more tears from falling. “If I have any chance of a death where I can rest in peace, it’s with you, Rui.”
“Death won’t be peaceful,” he warned.
“You can’t know that it won’t be. And it’ll be more peaceful than kicking and screaming, transforming into a monster until I don’t even know who I used to be, and then being put down for everyone’s safety anyway. You can stop trying to convince me otherwise, Rui. I’m sure that this is what I want.”
He nervously grabbed the hem of his glove, reluctant to pull it off, remaining hesitant despite the honor student doubling down. “There’s still a chance for them to break your curse,” he met their glassy eyes, his own voice starting to waver with uncertainty. “They could find the Kyklos tomorrow. They could have your curse broken within a week. You don’t know that it won’t happen.”
“They don’t have any leads, and my time is almost up,” the honor student scooted closer to him, reaching for his gloved hand and taking it in theirs. It made his heart sink - scared that they’d drop dead within that moment. However, they squeezed his hand and met his magenta eyes one last time as they whispered their request.
“Please, Rui. Kill me while I still know who you are. While I still know how much you mean to me.”
He pulled his hands away, drew a deep breath, and nodded. I’m not going to be able to change their mind. At this point, I’m not sure anyone could. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
“Thank you,” they whispered, tears once again streaming down their cheeks. “I know I’m asking something that’s unfair. It means everything to me that you’re willing to do it.”
Once he started to pull his gloves off, the honor student shook their head. Then, with a trace of hesitation lacing their tone, they voiced their request. “Can you… kiss me?”
“You want me to kiss you?” Rui tilted his head. They’ll be dead within just a second. They won’t even be able to feel it.
“I just want to feel… the care of the action. I know I won’t last long enough to enjoy it. But I want you to kiss me anyway.”
“You know, these aren’t the circumstances I imagined our first kiss being in,” Rui tried to cut the tension as he got closer to them.
“Our only kiss,” the honor student whispered. “I didn’t imagine it like this either. I always imagined that we’d both get our curses broken. But now…”
They trailed off, suddenly unable to stop crying. Rui reached for them with gloved hands, tilting their head up and wiping the tears off their cheeks. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he assured them, trying to keep his tone light. He didn’t want their last memory of him to be of a solemn expression. So, even though he felt like crying right alongside them, he just smiled and plastered on his usual teasing tone. “How about a kiss to make you feel better?”
Even though they couldn’t stop crying, Rui managed to make them smile. “Please,” they choked out.
Rui cupped their cheek with his gloved hand before leaning in, kissing them.
Outside of the dorm, the night was eerily quiet. Enough so that Edward, even with his old ears, could hear the moment the honor student’s crying stopped and Rui’s began.
He’d followed his vice-captain to Clementia when he’d heard the man leave the dorm in the middle of the night. It had been a while since Rui had snuck off to this particular location. Edward knew he used to come here back when Haku was still a student at the dorm to repent and consult the young priest, but now the dorm’s only resident was the honor student.
When Edward overheard their request, he hadn’t thought that Rui would grant it. Perhaps, though, there really was something about being ‘curse twins’ that brought the two closer together.
Edward stayed in his bat form outside the door, listening to Rui cry. He didn’t dare disturb the man before he came out. There would be plenty of time once he did for Edward to prepare Rui for the reality that this would bring about another Clash, perhaps even nastier than the last. All of the ghouls cared for the honor student on a personal level. Obscuary wouldn’t be able to remain in the shadows and out of the fighting like they had before.
Until Rui came out, though, he’d keep to himself.
After killing the person he loved, the least the reaper deserved was the privacy to cry alone.
⏾⋆ the spirit of desire
summary ⟡ Edward offers a taste of immortality, but he has to make sure that they’re willing to spend that immortal life with him… and that they’ll be compatible with each other’s tastes.
word count ⟡ 3.2k
tags ⟡ edward hart x reader, biting, marking, blood play, kinda but it’s all in a vampirism way, cunnilingus, switch!Edward, possessive sex, gender-neutral reader, afab reader, pre-canon, victorian era, established relationship
author's note ⟡ cross-posted on ao3. my first fic on here had to be for my favorite ghoul. mind the banner and the tags - there is smut below the cut, so proceed with that in mind and enjoy yourselves ❤︎
“Are you scared, wicked one? That’s not like you.”
Edward’s voice was behind them before they could move away, his hands suddenly on their shoulders. One moment, the pair had been talking hypothetically about spending their years together. They had been taking it so casually, their back had been to him as they were at the kitchen counter brewing tea. Edward’s tone had taken a bit of a serious turn when he asked if they meant it, and when they confirmed they did…
… he’d snuck up behind them with preternatural speed, his strong and slender hands holding them still as his face went to their neck. “Just a moment ago, you were telling me you’d do anything to run away from here and be with me. Don’t tell me you’re already backing out.”
They could feel Edward’s breath on their neck, his lips barely brushing against their skin. “I’m not scared,” a whisper finally came in response to Edward. “I was being as serious as you were, and you were treating this like a joke. I know you wouldn’t turn me.”
It was only a week ago when Edward told them that he was a vampire. There had been suspicious behavior - Edward refusing to go out with them for more than an hour at a time in the day, his habits revolving around the night, his disinterest in regular food - but they would’ve never guessed vampire until Edward told them.
They didn’t believe it at first. Not until he’d narrowed his ruby eyes and bared his fangs for them. He pushed them against a wall, let his sharp teeth linger over the plinth of flesh that held their head up, and told them he’d drink their blood right then if that would convince them. At that moment, they pushed his head away and told him that he didn’t need to go that far.
“Oh? And why do you think that?” Edward’s face pressed against their neck, and trailed up to their ear until they could feel his breath now against his ear. “If you really want to spend an eternity with me, I’ll allow it. I’ll fill your veins with the same poison that runs through mine. But you have to be certain.”
His hips came forward, pushing them against the kitchen counter. One of his hands left their arm and reached forward, grabbing the cup of freshly-brewed tea. “You’ll never drink this for satisfaction. Though you can drink it for pleasure. Yet I think you’ll find that the taste of blood is much sweeter…”
“Forget about the tea,” they insisted, writhing in his grasp to get enough room to turn and face him. “Are you being serious, or is this another game?”
Edward smiled and brought a hand up to their face, cold fingers stroking their cheek. “Most humans would run away from a predator. You invited me back after I told you what I was and what I lived off of. And on a night like this…”
The weather outside had taken a turn for the worse since Edward had arrived - rain and lightning making it so no unexpected visitors could come or go from the house. Attempting to ride in a carriage at night in these conditions was asking for an accident. “I didn’t know it was going to be this bad when I invited you over.”
“It’s been storming all week. You knew,” Edward cupped their cheek and leaned in, his face only inches from theirs as his unwavering ruby gaze remained locked on them. “You’re a tease, you know. But I like that about you.”
They bit their lip as they kept their eyes locked with the vampire. “An eternity is a long time. How do we know we won’t get sick of each other? You’ve only known me for a few months.”
He hummed, finding the question amusing. “Humans are so funny, always wanting certainty. I can’t give that to you. But you can spend your immortal life looking for it with me, and I can show you what you have to look forward to.”
He closed the gap, his lips pressing against theirs. The first thing they noted was that even his lips were cold - but after a moment they tasted slightly sweet, as if he’d been eating fruit before. They melted into the kiss, the tension that had been resting on their shoulders starting to dissipate. This definitely wasn’t the first time they kissed - but Edward had a way of making each one feel like a new experience.
What they hadn’t done before was go any further than kissing, teasing and light touching. So, when one of Edward’s hands went down to the long skirt of their dress and started to lift it, they pulled away from the kiss. “What are you trying to do?”
“I’m trying to show you what forever will feel like with me,” Edward told them, a hand getting under the skirt and onto their outer thigh. “I can show you how much fun we’ll have together.”
“Fun. So this is only entertainment for you,” they put their hands on Edward’s shoulders and pushed him away. “I’ve been wondering why a vampire would stay around. I wondered why you’d expose yourself to me. Have you just been waiting for me to squirm? Is that fun?”
“I like to play with my food, I won’t deny that. But I’ve always wanted someone to be entirely mine -” Edward admitted, his hand pulling back from their thigh and back to their shoulders. He pulled himself closer to them, his hips holding them more firmly against the counter. “But I don’t want just complete submission, and I don’t want to get attached to someone who will wither and die in a fraction of my lifespan. But you - you’re defiant when you want to be, assertive, you don’t just roll over. And you’ve accepted a vampire into your life. You must find something… appealing about this life.”
They kept their eyes on him before leaning forward, leaving a light kiss against his lips before leaning in, whispering in his ear. “There’s an appeal to severing yourself from humanity, isn’t there? And if I’m going to take a taste of forever… I’d like to taste it with you. You have a way of making everything seem so sweet.”
He smiled at them, and there was a fire in his eyes that they hadn’t seen before. “You really are wicked, I hope you know. Accepting such an offer,” he pulled back, his face going to their neck, fangs grazing over their flesh. “Let’s make sure we’re compatible in every way before you take a taste, hm?”
Edward’s hand was up their skirt again, his hands on their outer thigh and drifting toward their rear. “If we’re going to be eternal lovers, we should make sure we don’t disappoint each other,” Edward whispered. His hands eventually went to their inner thighs, drawing a small gasp out of them as he stroked the area.
“Edward, not here,” they told him, but this time, they didn’t make an effort to push him away. Their palms were still against his chest - but this time, they let themself start pulling away the jacket he wore, dropping it to the floor. “The kitchen isn’t the place for this.”
“It can be. But if it’s not what you want…” Edward’s eyes drifted to the living room, spotting a crushed velvet armchair. “Then over there. In that chair.”
“Do you intend on trying to make a mess out of my furniture? I take guests in that chair, you know.”
“How naughty. If you take guests there, you can take me, too.”
“Edward!”
The vampire smirked before sneaking his other hand below their skirt and lifting them by their thighs. The sudden feat of strength made them let out a surprised sound, and Edward took that chance to put his face back against their neck. “Fine. If you’re insistent, we’ll go to the bedroom,” he gave in.
As Edward carried them to the bedroom, he started kissing and nibbling gently at neck, which was enough to get them writing in his arms. “Don’t take a bite of me yet,” they whispered as they made it to the bedroom. It was nearly pitch-black inside - the storm outside blocking even the moonlight from coming into the room.
“I won’t feed on you yet. Not until you’re drinking my blood while I feast on yours,” Edward lowered them onto the bed. He had better night vision and saw a matchbox, striking one and beginning to light some of the candles in the room. “Unless you’d like me to bite you a little sooner.”
Their eyes stayed on Edward as he finished lighting the candles. In the warm light of the flames, Edward’s eyes glimmered like rubies more than usual - but the mischievous look in them was unmistakeable. I have a feeling he’s not talking about biting me for my blood, they thought as he walked to the foot of the bed. “Bite me… where?”
He smiled at them, and a shiver went down their spine. “I’m glad you asked,” Edward crawled onto the bed, grabbing the edge of their skirt and pulling it up to expose their legs one inch at a time. “I was hoping you’d let me leave some pretty marks where only we can see them. Something to see and know you’re mine.”
They hummed and let Edward hike their skirt the entire way up, and his head went between their thighs, starting to leave light kisses in the area. They let out a small whine, and that’s when Edward started leaving small love bites. His fangs made leaving marks easy, small punctures appearing on their skin - but none of them were deep enough to bleed.
Yet each bite felt like a wave of hot pleasure. Every time his fangs touched their skin, it felt like an explosion, and Edward was only getting closer to the heat between their legs. “Edward…” they trailed off. “You can bite deeper.”
“Not yet, wicked one,” Edward looked up at their face from between their thighs. “But don’t worry. I’ll give you something better.”
Edward’s face went to their underwear, taking the hem in their teeth and pulling it down until it was halfway down their thighs. He pulled it the rest of the way down with one hand as his face went deeper between their thighs, using his tongue to lick them from top to bottom. It was soft and warm against them, and they couldn’t help but tremble slightly. “I didn’t think this was the part of me you wanted to taste,” they teased, breath shaking.
“I want to indulge in every part of you,” Edward responded, his voice soft between their thighs. His tongue ran over their heat again, running circles around their sensitivity. “I’ll get to know every intimate part and claim it as my own.”
A wave of pleasure ran through them as Edward continued to run his tongue over their slick heat, and they let out a whine. “I didn’t take you for the possessive type,” they looked down at him before extending a hand out, running their fingers through soft hair. “This is a side of you I haven’t seen.”
“I’ve never been this close to something I wanted,” Edward pulled his head back, using a hand to wipe fluid off his face. “You’re the thing I desire. An immortal life with you beside me. So if I’m getting a little possessive of the minx I want to keep forever, I’m sure you can understand.”
“I am not a minx. You’re the one who takes everything I do as an invitation,” they began to protest, but the moment Edward’s attention returned to their slit, a throbbing ecstasy flowed through them again. His tongue delved into their entrance, and his fangs brushed against them unintentionally the deeper he went - and with the intensifying pleasure, they gripped the sheets, trying to get ahold of their senses. When a low whine left their lips and their hips shifted down to get closer to his face, Edward knew he was in the right place.
And so he pulled away before they could get too close to the edge, looking up at them from between their thighs. His mouth was still close enough to their sex that they could feel his warm breath against the sensitive area. “I want you to say my name when I bring you to climax,” he told them. The words weren’t a suggestion, they were an order. “Got it?”
“Yes,” they responded without hesitation. “Just don’t stop. Please.”
He smiled and dipped his head down again, giving extra attention to their clit until they were pushed off the edge and into a climax. Their grip on the sheets tightened, and as a pulsating bliss ran through them, they gave Edward exactly what he wanted - moaning out his name. “Edward, Edward, don’t stop,” they pressed their hips forward again.
His pace didn’t slow until one of their hands came up to his head, pulling his face away by his hair. “Too much for you?” he teased as he looked up. His lover was panting, face red, and the breathless look on their face made him smirk. “And whose name was it that you called out in those throes?”
It took a moment for them to gather themself, a light layer of sweat covering their face as they looked down at him. “Yours,” they whispered.
“Good. Then you know who it is you belong to, and who it is you will belong to for the rest of our lives,” Edward pulled himself up, his hands going to their top and starting to pull it off.
As his hands pulled their top away, an idea came to their mind and they grabbed Edward’s shoulders, pushing him to the side. He allowed himself to be pushed as they flipped, Edward going onto his back while they got on top of him. “If you want me to be with you for eternity, let’s get one thing clear. You’re mine just as much as I am yours.”
With the sudden change in position, their hips were right on top of his as they straddled him, and his still-clothed erection pressed against their exposed heat. “Then make me yours,” he told them, his hands going to their waist. “And then I’ll turn you.”
They looked down at him from their new position, and when he looked up at them with his dark red eyes, they felt a chill run down their spine. However, hesitation was off the table - and their hands went to his shirt, starting to unbutton it and pull it off of him. “Keep your eyes on me when I make you mine,” they insisted. “And don’t hold back on me.”
“I won’t look away for as long as you want,” Edward assured them. Their hands ran across his now exposed chest - his skin was cold to the touch but smooth as marble. He enjoyed the feeling of their fingertips on his skin. Their warmth was a stark contrast to him - and part of him wished that they could keep that mortal warmth when he transformed them, even though he knew it wasn’t possible. “Let me feel your desire for me.”
With his eyes locked on them, they stared into his eyes as their fingers went to the buttons of his hands and started to work them down along with his underwear. They pulled it down to his knees before he kicked them the rest of the way off, and with his erection exposed, their hands wrapped around his shaft as they raised their hips. “Tell me that you want me,” they whispered, the tip of their thumb going to his tip and rubbing circles. “Tell me that you want only me for the rest of our everlasting lives.”
“I want you,” Edward’s tone was slightly raised - he was usually good at keeping his tone cool, but his voice betrayed him when their thumb ran over his sensitive cock. “And I’ll want you for eternity.”
“Tell me that you’re my vampire to call on. That you’ll never allow yourself to become someone else’s. That for as long as we walk this earth together, we are bound to each other.”
“Yes. I’m all that and more - yours for as long as you’re mine, wicked one.”
They lowered their hips onto his throbbing erection, and they let out a moan as they felt him push into them. He pressed against every sensitive spot inside them without effort, and when he thrusted his hips up, they saw stars. “Oh, Edward,” they whined.
His arms wrapped around their back and pulled them closer to him, their chest against his and his mouth beside their ear. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” he teased, his warm breath on their ear making them tremble more than his cock already was. “Let me turn you. Drink from me as I drink from you.”
“Turn me,” they responded shortly. “I want to taste you.”
Edward brought his wrist to his mouth and bit down, puncturing his skin and letting the blood start to drip down. He raised it to their lips. “Drink,” he demanded.
They hesitated for a moment as they saw the blood drip down his ivory arm, but he didn’t - his face going to their neck and biting down. They let out a gasp as his fangs punctured their skin, and while it stung for a moment, his fangs felt devilishly good. The bite spread pleasure through them like wildfire until they began to keep it right to their core. “Ed,” they moaned. “Your fangs feel so -”
“Stop talking and drink,” he suddenly demanded, his wrist now pressing against their lips. He thrusted his hips as well, and when their mouth opened to moan, his blood spilt onto their tongue.
He was right - the taste of blood was sweeter than they could imagine. A hot flame felt like it ran through their veins as they began to drink, his blood pouring down their throat now as he drank from their neck. They grabbed his wrist suddenly, keeping it in place as they lapped at the blood almost desperately, trying to get every last drop.
Edward pulled away from their neck and laughed, the sound soft. “You’re eager,” he whispered against them, his breath now hot against the blood dripping down their neck. He moved his hips up again, grinding while they kept drinking from him. “Good. I want you to be.”
His hips pressing up made them writhe, and they pulled away from his wrist to catch their breath. They were starting to feel what they suspected were the effects of his blood - a hot feeling running through them, a tearing at their chest, and an intense feeling coiling in their core. “Edward, please,” they moaned. “It feels so - oh -”
“Let yourself go,” Edward cut them off as they were overcome with desire, licking still-dripping blood from their neck. The heat running through them has not yet begun to abate, and they had a feeling it wasn’t going to for a while - especially as Edward kept thrusting. “You’ll never have to hold back again.”
