writings of a sleeping thirsty princess

haderu's writing blog (triggering themes may be present)

[sleepingthirsty]

happy birthday mrs brando

:3c (probably full of errors and probably a bit OOC because Dio is a shitbag but i tried)

As a vampire he mustn't be concerned with frivolous things such as the things that humans called birthdays. And as far as he remembered, even as a human himself, he didn't celebrate birthdays, as he had no one to spend them with. 

Perhaps it was the way you always clung onto him, despite the hell he'd put you through prior. He knew that no matter how awful the things he did were, you would come back, tail wagging happily, as if resembling a loyal puppy. Maybe that was the reason he'd taken such a liking to you--you would never defy him, or hurt him--and if you attempted, like those times in the past where you were defiant, a little bit of punishing here and there was able to convince you that you were powerless.  

Life after that had been peaceful, but difficult, Being sensitive to the sun, the two of you lived in darkness. It was all too often that you found yourself seeing all of his awful sides, but as he was human at some point, it seemed that he could express his feelings, too. 

The cake that sat in front of you on the table was crafted with precision; each swirl of icing seemed as if it was done by a professional. As expected of Dio, since he was able to earn a fortune in no time. He probably had access to the finest bakeries in all of England, no. Europe. 

"Is this sufficient, Mademoiselle?" 

Once his drawn-out voice greets your ears, you internally flinch. He doesn't even know French, that fool...! Yet somehow, your eyes are drawn to his facial features, that smirk that rests upon his face before he reaches for his glass of wine to take a generous sip.  You wonder what the in the world could have prompted you to choose him, this brute--but another side of you was ecstatic at the cake that rested before  you two on the table, its candles lit. 

"...Well? Aren't you going to blow them out?" He teases, knowing well that you were staring at him for a moment. He always knew when you were watching, even from afar. Frustrated, you huff, mutter your wish to yourself, and blow the candles out. You would never voice your wish to him, as he'd probably ridicule you for it. But you could say that you didn't necessarily hate that, either. For a moment, the room goes dark and you find yourself calling his name in panic, and two strong arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you close. 

It's strange, since he feels and looks like a monster, complete with the scars and the fangs, and his hold on you is so tight and possessive that you feel like you can break. But this kind of shielding grip is what comforts you, especially around him, so slowly, your arms make their way up to his back, clinging onto the fabric tightly. After some rustling of clothes, the vampire's cold lips find your ear, laying hungry, bloodthirsty kisses onto it. 

"Enough with these meaningless traditions," he murmurs, a hand cupping your chin and pulling it up to face him. Besides his blurry figure, the only thing you can see is the vibrant glint of crimson in his eyes boring into your own. Nothing but a small squeak comes from you, wordless at his sudden actions. Another sneer appears on his face and he brings you forward one more time, threatening to kiss your lips this time, but hesitating beforehand to growl,

"...And now, the real celebration starts. Prepare yourself, Mademoiselle."

[sleepingthirsty]

eternal bliss; an extension of ED 01

Whistling winds and the thick scent of pine; you never imagined him living this kind of life.

At that time, you knew him only as the man who gazed at you with dreary, sunken eyes, and a mouth curled downwards. He spoke to you with such disinterest and warmth that you thought he could have been the very definition of death itself.  He touched you in ways that you couldn’t quite describe, with thin violinist fingers. His cold seeped so deep inside you that you believed sometimes he’d freeze even you; heart crystallizing in the same way his own did.

Warming your hands over the soup that bubbled over on the stove, you glanced at the window, watching the sun disappear into the thick trees. Any minute, he would be home, soon. The house was crafted out of splintering wood, but it left the both of you warm enough for the winter. No matter how cold it got, you vowed to never use the fireplace, and instead would clench your chattering teeth, curled up in a thick blanket. Your body warmth nonexistent, you had to learn how to cope with the constant chill running through your body.

A thud arrives at the door and for a moment you’re startled, but you memorized the sound of boots clunking against earth and wood. You watch as the aforementioned door swings open, and Shu--your new life partner, lazily walks inside. That was one thing that didn’t seem to change--the way he carried himself with a slump. Perhaps it was a habit after all these years. His hair had grown, long wefts draping down the sides of his face. The rest had been put up, quite sloppily, into a ponytail, strands falling down the back of his neck and over his ears. His worn clothes and boots were caked with mud--it must have rained earlier, and he lets out a sigh, leaning his rifle against the door’s frame.

“No luck today?” You jest, but he sticks his tongue out at you, closing the door behind himself, as to prevent the cool autumn air from getting inside.

“Not really.” You’ve noticed, that over the time of adjusting to this lifestyle, he had changed. No more fussing over broken earphones, speaking to you as if you’re lower than him, or sleeping for long amounts of time. His hands had calloused over from gripping his gun a little too tightly, and for a moment you remember them running over your arms in the morning, in an attempt to wake you up for the day that awaits.

In comparison to his past self, it was pretty laughable. Sometimes you poke and prod him about it and he snarls, baring a fang that reminds you that you’re both not human anymore. Maybe that was also a joke within itself, but before you can dwell on it,  his fingertips are at your cheek, grazing, as if to emphasize that it’s all real.

Turning around, flustered, you go back to stirring up the soup to serve it, but his hands find their way around your waist, as they always do, adroit fingers locking together and sitting at the waist. He rests his head on your shoulder and closes his eyes, savouring the moment. You decide not to say anything, letting the silence linger on.

It wasn’t something the two of you expected at all--not this; let alone the idea of something as mediocre as love. With the type of lifestyle he lead before, where the only thing that mattered was whether or not his sleep was disturbed, or if he had to leave his bed. The idea of happiness, seemed so foreign to him, that now that it was in his hands he didn’t know what to do with himself. His cold heart had swelled up with emotion, so much that it could burst if he gets carried away.

Your hands go to his, touching his clammy fingers with your own, a reminder that you had changed yourself this much, for him. But if changing meant that you can spend your eternity like this, with him, it was well worth it.

[misshainclaire]

impossible boy: a Sakamaki Shuu manifesto

The teller told an unusual tale With spider words and webs To capture all the ears they fell upon The story of an impossible boy Who never even knew that he was real

DISCLAIMER: I am not a native Japanese speaker and many of my translations were either approved by Lore or any other of my friends who know more of the language than I, so please don’t take the translations extremely accurately, as they can be worded differently.  Diabolik Lovers is a game not available in English, therefore it should be mentioned that any screencaps from more,blood or HDB with English captions were translated and edited in Photoshop. The same goes for Prequel and Sequel manga caps, as they were translated by their respectful scanlators/translators and will be credited in the writing later on.

That being said, let’s begin. please enjoy!

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