#mirrikey

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When Mirald vanishes for almost two weeks, Dorrikey definitely isn't worried about him and waiting for him to come back. Because he is. Even if Mirald doesn't deserve that concern.

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Storytelling

Fandom: Vamp! Pairing: Mirald/Key Dorrikey

I could tell you a story, if it’s really what you want.

Part of the Daemonverse

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Dorrikey accidentally lets slip how much he loves Mirald when he thinks Mirald is asleep. Whoopsies. Perks of dating a telepath.

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wait maybe 33. Mirald/Dorrikey? or smth? idk if u want like

From this list my brain is kinda mush but eyyy I guess Mirald Day is still going on, dunno when will I write the rest but eyyy

And let’s ignore the “vampires biting each other thing is taboo” thing because I am ignoring it fite me

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Mirald was bored. Which Dorrikey tried to ignore.

Too bad that when Mirald was bored everyone knew it, because he was like a cat. Sometimes not seen for days (and Dorrikey was not worried about him, at all he just didn’t want to pick up the pieces if Mirald screwed up shit in his hunger again), other times he was constantly around, demanding attention. Then again his soirées were also good for getting attention. The only thing that was missing from him being an actual asshole cat that he didn’t actually climb on shelves to kick down stuff.

That said he was still dancing on Dorrikey’s nerves so that was close enough.

Dorrikey himself was trying to create a board for the newest case he was working on. Sure, subjugating and following people were one thing, but he wanted to be as effective as possible, so he had to narrow down the list of suspects.

“If I tell you who did it, will you stop being so utterly boring?”

“Shut up. If you tell me who did it, I will just pick up a different case.” (Does he even know who did it?)

“Well, no, but only because I hadn’t been close enough to them to read minds. Because you are keeping me away from your cases. Like I’m grounded.” Mirald had the gall to sound offended, like he hadn’t caused the apocalypse indirectly a few months prior. “Hey, that’s unfair!” Mirald perked up. “It wasn’t me who killed the girl, and it wasn’t me who let loose of his power. It wasn’t just my fault.”

(But you could have stopped it.) “You did lose control of your abilities.” (Why do I even bother? Not like it will change anything.)

Mirald looked back up to the ceiling from the couch where he was lying around lazily, and Dorrikey turned back to his work. At least he tried.

“I bet the husband did it.”

“I’m not betting with you.”

“Afraid you’ll lose?”

“No, I just think you are enough of a bastard that you had already sneaked out and you do actually know the culprit.”

“Soooo you are afraid of losing.”

“Bite me.”

Dorrikey turned away from the board to grab a few more photos - then Mirald was right in front of him, grinning.

“If you insist~”

The way Mirald was grinning, his fangs were showing, and Dorrikey couldn’t help but glance down before averting his eyes, trying to back away - and backing right into the board he was setting up, trapped.

(Fuck off and die)

(Awwww, so hurtful~ You imagined it.)

(I did no such thing.)

(Now that’s so big of a lie that you can’t even say it out loud.)

“I have work to do Mirald” (It doesn’t matter how tempti-- no it isn’t tempting, stop it, stop thinking about it, you have work to do, don’t give him the satisfaction.)

“Oh, but come on, you know it wouldn’t be just me who ends up being satisfied.”

(One of these days I’m gonna kill you.)

(Sure you will.)

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from the prompt list, 100 with Mirald and Dorrikey. Because: worst soulmates.

WOW OK JUST ACCIDENTALLY REFRESHED THE PAGE KILL ME NOW

starting again, w the countdown soulmate AU bc I like picturing it and it’d be fuckin hilarious. Aaaaaaaaand given that it’s me, and prompts, this got looong ahahahaha I cant be concise Im sorry.

100. You’re my soulmate?!

Dorrikey glanced down at his wrist and swore. Less than a minute now, numbers steadily counting down. No soulmate in sight. He’d thought this case would be dealt with quicker and he wouldn’t be up here, scouring the roofs for a lead on the mildly dubious case of ‘burning the house down because sudden telepathic connection’. The way it was going, it looked like his soulmate might be someone linked to the case, and not in a good way. This wasn’t what he wanted. At all. 

Continuing along the roof as mostly a flock of bats, occasionally going back to human form to glance at his wrist in horror, how the numbers were below twenty now, how close his soulmate had to be. His stomach turned. Okay, he wasn’t nervous. Not nervous about this at all. Meeting his soulmate. It wasn’t like he’d watched those numbers peeter down from impossible heights, it wasn’t like he’d waited so long for potential disappointment. He couldn’t be nervous. He was okay.

10. Shit, he wasn’t ready.

9. Nononono.

8. Couldn’t time just slow down somehow and give him time to process this?

7. Stop it already.

6. Please

5. I don’t want-

4, 3, 2.Oh hell.

1.

Silence. Nothing had happened. Dorrikey exhaled. It could have been worse. Still he wondered where his soulmate was-

(Try ‘behind you’, oh ‘genius detective’.) The voice in his head remarked offhandedly. He wheeled around and saw the smirking jackass, smirking away full of smirks and jackassery and being a complete fuck.

“You’re my soulmate?!” Dorrikey was incredulous. Why had he drawn the short straw in this lottery? Why couldn’t he have wound up with someone nice? Was this karma for...for....something? Ugh. He wasn’t enjoying anything about this.

“Apparently so,” the other man replied. “Isn’t life full of surprises?”

“Who are you?” (Some sort of obnoxious telepath I’d say, arrogant and self-obsessed and ugh I want to throw him off the roof.)

“That’s not a nice thing to say. Or think. Honestly. And we’re soulmates and everything!”

“Yeah? Well that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it,” Dorrikey huffed. “Soulmates doesn’t mean shit. Who are you anyway? I should know your name.”

“I thought soulmates didn’t mean shit, Key Dorrikey?”

(You bastard.) “You have to be a dick 24/7, don’t you?”

“It’s a bit soon to make any judgements like that, don’t you think?”

“No,” Dorrikey replied sharply. “I think it’s exactly the right time. Just tell me your damn name so I know who I’m going to be stuck with for the rest of my sorry existence.” (You’re a vampire, that much is obvious. A telepath of some kind. Definitely not one anyone actually likes. And linked to the case...)

The telepath grinned. “Oh yeah, that case. The arson one. Whoops. Would you believe me if I said it was an accident?”

“No.”

“Pity, because it actually was.”

(Just tell me who you are before I really do throw you off this roof and shove your face into the ground.)

(Touchy, touchy. My name’s Mirald.)

(Mirald. What a stupid name.)

(Says the man called Key Dorrikey.)

(Fuck he’s right I am hardly one to tal-) “Oh fuck you. And stay out of my head, do you hear me?”

“Loud and clear,” Mirald replied cheerfully. “Loud and clear.”

Dorrikey decided he hated his soulmate already.

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Dorrikey can't stop thinking about Mirald. Unfortunately, when you try to stop thinking about something, you wind up thinking about it more, and when the guy you're crushing on is a telepath...

Mirald doesn't understand Dorrikey's crush at all.

(feat. mirrikey first kiss)

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I'll leave a lasting memory

Fandom: Vamp! Pairing: Mirald/Dorrikey

Just an average Mirald soirée - or maybe he is feeling a bit more mischievous about it. Why don't you see for yourself?

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Key Dorrikey and the Rochester Hysteria

Fandom: Vamp! Pairing: Mirald/Dorrikey, Dorrikey/OC, background Dorrikey/Mirald/Doubs/Hackey

The Rochester Hysteria was how the press ended up calling it. There was never any other official explanation to the strange phenomena the entire city experienced.

What they didn't know, that the events were connected to a string of mysterious disappearances in the city - including a certain telepathic vampire.

Which meant that of course Dorrikey had to try to figure out what happened.

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