vampire/priest dnf au (collab with the lovely @wolflyndraws)
Tags: Enemies to Lovers, vampire!George, priest!Dream, smut, religious guilt, internalized homophobia, blood kink, morally grey characters, slowburn
E | 18.5k | Chapters: 4/?
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Hamartophobia: (noun) A morbid fear of committing errors or sins and being condemned for it.
George is an old vampire, conniving and clever to ensure that he can feed without notice. So when he catches wind of a new priest in town, he knows he should nip the threat in the bud, because this is no ordinary priest, this is the American Vampire Hunter, Dream Wastakin—and he’s already caught George’s trail.
//Or the fic where enemies form a truce for mutual gain—George gets a steady supply of Dream’s blood and Dream gets a better knowledge of vampires and how to kill them. Certainly, nothing will go wrong.
Rating: T | Genre: M/M | Words: 2.3k | Warnings: talk of death/existentialism
Summary:
With the speed and silence of an owl, a gloved hand smothered his mouth, a cloaked body silent as it slid upon him and trapped him in a cage of fabric and legs. George didn’t even try to cry for help. Of all the shadows the king had faced, none had gotten so close to him unawares. This reaper was a master of their craft.
The cold press of metal to his neck was familiar but he still shivered at its touch.
“Hello your majesty,” a hushed voice rasped from beneath a black hood.
// King George was no stranger to assassins, hired shadows meant to spill his blood and had yet to succeed. But tonight's shadow brought with it a pleasant surprise when the stranger with a blade to his throat offers to ensure his reign instead of end it.
Chapter 3 snippet 🩸 for @wolflyndraws and I’s collab :)
Also, I realized that I never clarified lol but the au is still in the works. Me and wolfy decided we’d like to wait until the fic is finished before we start posting it. As for the estimated length, I’d put it at 50k+ words rn. Even tho it’ll take longer to write, you guys will get a much more thorough story and juicier scenes hehe. Good things come to those who wait.
If anyone has any questions about the au, feel free to ask us :D we love to chat about it! 💙
CW: graphic depictions of violence, morally grey characters
Teen | 11.9k | Chapters: 2/2
Part 3/3 of “in sickness & in health” series
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Chapter Summary:
Sapnap lowered his gun. “We take them to the labs. Find out what abomination we found here.”
The green-eyed man turned his head, glaring at him. “Get up,” he demanded. He kicked the rope he’d thrown on the ground over to him. “And tie that thing up. You’re coming with us.”
// An apocalypse AU continuation where z!George's dietary tendencies get him and Dream more than what they bargained for, a run-in with a human colony. But what would've been fatal turns into much more when they're captured by the group to answer an impossible question: how did Dream tame a zombie? (Based on art from @cyber_mush on Twitter)
Another preview of me and @wolflyndraws collab :))
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George sees his fear, a light sparking in his retinas at the recognition. “You promised me blood, priest,” the creature states with hungry eyes. Dream swallows, his grip tightening around the pen in his hand. Indeed he had, and every nerve in his body is telling him it was a mistake.
“I did,” Dream responds tightly. The vampire skulks closer and Dream instinctively pulls back. George stops, eyes roving again.
George blinks calmly, watching the sweat drip from his neck. “I swear on my life that you will live.”
Dream clutches his book closer to his chest. “I don’t believe you.” He sounds small.
George huffs, “Then why did you agree to this? You think I haven’t also risked my life coming here—more so than you, actually.”
“I…” His heart is thudding in his chest.
The vampire raises his hand, slowly, like a stranger to a stray. “The bite on your neck. It’s healed well.” Dream automatically covers the scarring skin protectively. “I will be clean. I will be gentle this time.” His voice grows quiet, placid, and it’s so different from what Dream knew. “Give me your arm,” he says softly, palm raised. The curve of his nails and fingers look angelic in the moon’s glow, a lovely distraction from the death they could bring. “Put the book down, Dream. It will be alright.” Dream watches red among the white marble of stone and somehow believes him. It felt so wrong to be soothed by such a vile tongue.
But vampires were born to be charming. They were born to lie. This was a ruse and it was the risk Dream was willing to take.
“Okay,” he forces out. The priest lays the book on the floor and quietly rolls up the sleeve of his left arm. George holds his palm up further, not reaching but waiting. Dream takes a deep breath, fingers trembling, and rests his arm in the vampire’s hold.
George visibly deflates, shoulders relaxing as he carefully moves further forward, his other hand sliding to rest atop Dream’s forearm. Dream shivers at the cold touch.
“Relax, father.” The creature’s breath skims his skin. “You’re too good to waste.” Dream holds his breath. George lowers down to his arm, gripping firmly with both hands. “This may sting.” His mouth opens, pink lips framing white teeth and sinks down.
Time does not exist when XD and HD are born from the universe, acknowledging each other’s existence. XD brings together and HD pulls apart in an eternal dance that will form all things. They do not know what they’ll create, they do not know that in simply being, they are everything.
As they push and pull atoms and planets and stars, they realize that they enjoy each other’s company and so their dance continues. After unknown eons and millennia, HD suggests a wager.
“Let us set up a great game, you and I.” They will create the earth and promise not to destroy it as they would their other creations. They promise to let it be and form longer than other celestial bodies. For a time they watch and enjoy as the earth forms and cools, magma forming rock and oceans covering its surface, until one day, they sense another presence.
In the beginning, there was nothing, and Nothing liked it that way, forever asleep until the noise of creation forced them to wake. The Blood God opens their eyes, wandering far from the distant edges of existence without HD or XD’s knowledge. It follows their trail of creation and destruction, absorbing all into its great black maw.
XD desires creation, HD desires destruction, but the Blood God desires nothing. And nothing is what they would leave.
The two gods ignore Nothing for a while, simply moving out of the orbit of the great devourer and their unending, insatiable hunger. But the longer they run, leaving a trail of unraveled galaxies and dying stars to be swallowed in their wake, the more powerful the Blood God becomes.
In the infinite expanse of space and time, eventually comes the confluence, the merging of three entities not meant for each other’s presence. The Blood God finds them.
“Why do you follow us?’ XD and HD finally ask them.
“You create noise, such loud and lively noise. I want silence, I want to return to the void from where I began. I will not rest until all of creation is quiet.”
But that is not what XD and HD want. “But we are creation and silent we cannot be.”
“Then I shall devour you too so that nothing can ever be made again.”
And so comes the first battle, a clash of forces, each eternal, conscious since the beginning of time—they started the clock after all.
In the madness of godly calamity, worlds burn, and galaxies pull asunder amongst the thrashing of the universe’s children. All burn except one.
As the Blood God reaches to devour the Earth, HD intervenes, interceding their path and colliding in a hail of fire and mist and stars. The Blood God, with their absorbed strength and rage, open their great maw and sink in their black fangs.
HD’s strength begins to fade, XD can feel it, a vacuum as nothing begins to fill a space once full of life. But they were not afraid. Gods didn’t feel fear, nor did they know death.
Distracted by their caught prey, the Blood God doesn’t notice XD’s approach until it is too late. Delivered a final mighty blow, the Blood God reels back, wounded and weakened. In a span of time indistinguishable from the rest, XD bestows a curse upon the red god.
“For your greed and folly, I cast upon you this curse: as nothing is what you desire, this I shall grant. You will remain an infant, returned to the womb you so love. You shall be doomed to an egg for the rest of time.” And so the Blood God was trapped, forever frozen in a crimson egg and banished to the far reaches of the cosmos.
As the remnants of their battle float away, XD comes to HD. Both weakened and tired, together they fall to earth, pulled into the gravity of their own creation. Together their forms condense, in firey rain and stardust their souls became flesh and bone. They land upon a beach, the stars painting the sky.
In arms molded to mimic the life they’d born, XD cradles HD, their wounds harsh and prominent. Neither had experienced this in their existence. This is something new.
In their holy tongue, HD speaks. “I’m tired, XD.”
“Tired?” XD questions, “What’s that like?”
HD hums, unconcerned and weightless, “Like falling, fading… I think I shall sleep.”
Gods didn’t know death, so how could they know its gentle touch?
“For how long?” XD asks.
“I don’t know. But I think I’ll return.”
“You don’t know?”
HD shakes their head weakly, “How could I? I’ve never been tired.”
And XD had never been alone. “However long you need, I will wait for you.”
HD smiles. “I know you will. Maybe, I’ll dream of you.”
XD takes their companion's limp fingers, wrapping them in a gentle touch. “Rest well, my other.”
“Goodnight… I’ll see you soon.” HD bows their head and ceases to move.
XD sits there with them, watching the stars.
Gods didn’t know death, so how could they know it was as eternal as they?
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When HD disappeared, a piece of the universe disappeared with them. XD felt it the moment they’d closed their eyes, set in an endless slumber. For the first time in existence, XD felt incomplete. The universe wasn’t balanced.
But that was alright, for one day HD would wake. One day, the half would be made whole.
XD didn’t care at first, waiting was something they could do. Time was infinite, as were they. Centuries passed and still they waited. Centuries turned to millennia and millennia, eons. The hole remained ever-present, a tear forever unhealed.
Gods weren’t born to feel, but as the time flew by, unaware and unconcerned, XD began to. But it wasn’t a pleasant thing. Mortals might call it sadness. XD began to ponder; if they could feel like a mortal then could they die like one? Is that the strange thing that had taken HD from them?
Did gods die? XD didn’t know. Matter could not be destroyed so surely they couldn’t either. Maybe they were scattered, remnants throughout the universe waiting to come together again. Maybe they were just sleeping, waiting to re-emerge from the chrysalis of time, to be reborn when all returned as one. But that was too long. XD could wait forever, but that didn’t mean they wanted to.
XD grew impatient, searching the span of stars and galaxies for any piece of their lost companion. Maybe their essence was in the stars, the moon, in the soil. XD explored the vast corners of the cosmos, through a billion variations of life.
When they began to lose hope, confined to their solitude, XD felt something new. Their eye turned towards one last planet. Earth, the only creation preserved from the gods’ cataclysm. Something called to them there, newly born, a faint but clear song.
In a small land, newly formed from young hands and naive youth, lived a brown-haired boy. His fierce spirit and chaotic joy felt familiar so XD stayed and watched, curious of the call that sang from their soul.
When the boy had grown into a man, XD made a choice.
They returned to earth, their form once again of flesh and blood before the young man. George, his name was George.
“Are you awake?” XD asked in the language of the gods. The human stood fearful, but the spark still burned strong in their gaze.
Confusion became him and at last, the human asked, “Who are you?”
XD stared with divine eyes, undeterred by the mortal’s lack of understanding. After eons of wandering, of missing pieces, XD could see a glint of his other half in this small creature. It drew them in like the gravity so familiar to them, and they would let it drag them into its spiral.
As they stood before the mortal, at last, that sadness seemed to fade. In XD’s hands was hope.
“I am DreamXD,” they spoke at last, “And I am a god.”
The mortal stared in wonder, drawn to the presence of the divine, drawn towards XD as natural as his breath.
Now XD knew, gods did not die, they were remade.
As their companion slumbered in the heart of mortal coils, XD swore an oath that day. For however long this human lived, they’d be at their side. If HD still slept then one day, XD would awaken them.
