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Dinner
the most perfect blade the stellaron hunters could ever have
Bloodthirst.
Vampire Blade AU, where abominations of the abundance are vampiric in nature & drink the life force of others in order to empower their own. Blade, being a Shuhu receptacle, sees these effects exacerbated.
Parched.
Blade’s mouth is dry with thirst. How long has it been since he’s last fed upon someone? To have their rich, sweet blood course down his throat and strengthen his body?
Too long. He’s nothing like them, he keeps telling himself. He will never fully give in to these base desires this body demands of him, to take and take and take until that indomitable thirst is finally quenched. To get so lost in his bloodlust that it seeps into his every thought and directs his every action. To be a mindless bloodsucker like the rest of them.
Not that he’s ever been a saint. Going too long without drinking blood has its own adverse effects on him—an agony that refuses to cede unless he feeds, so when the situation calls for it, he makes sure to lure prey in and take what he needs (and tries not to kill them. Most of the time, they survive).
But right now, the thirst is hitting him full swell, and he can’t even pretend he doesn't know why.
Blade sits by you, barely holding his sanity together as he tries not to let your scent get to his head.
But it’s a bit too late for that, your every shift and stir sending him into a frenzy without even trying. You’re occupied with showing him something on your phone, something you had thought was cute and worth showing him with a big grin on your face…
He would never inflict himself upon you. Never. He promised himself—he promised—
You shift comfortably to lean more against him, so unaware of what he is, and that’s his final straw.
Ah, has his life not already been riddled with broken promises? What is one more for the count?
To your credit, you don’t struggle immediately when his hands grip your wrists, the phone falling from your hand. It’s when his grip becomes tight, too tight, that your smile falters and you frown.
You’re saying something, his name perhaps, but Blade’s breathing has gone ragged and his vision red.
His fangs elongate as he hones in on that deliciously tempting point on your neck he aches to pierce, that he should have pierced ages ago and drank and drank and drank…
Again your sweet voice fills his ears. He licks a long stripe against your skin and groans at that alone, wondering just what sounds you’ll make for him once he bites down and—
“Blade!”
Your cry spears some sanity back into him for a brief moment, the red-golden haze momentarily dissipating so he can see you even as he blinks, almost bleary.
“I…” Blade’s throat feels tight, stifling at how he’d come so close and yet denied his body the one thing it’s been asking for. His grip loosens. His gaze wavers. Flecks of red flicker in and out of sight.
So when you slip out of his grasp, he doesn’t stop you. He doesn’t stop you when you sprint away without so much as a backwards glance towards him.
But just before you do, Blade notes the look of betrayal in your glassy eyes. The way you’d seen him for what he truly is, was, and always will be—a monster.
ʙᴜᴛᴄʜ4ʙᴜᴛᴄʜ ʏᴜʀɪ sᴇʟғᴄᴇsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍ!ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ 🤤🤤
sᴇʟғᴄᴇsᴛ sʜɪᴘs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴇᴀᴋ, ʏ'ᴀʟʟ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇ
how to die no glue no borax
Hengren
Wip for a panel of their off-screen meeting in 4.4
blade, ashveil and jingyuan threesome and me in the corner watching
Corporate Blade and Yingxing!