It's 3:49 am but I need to send this before I forget. There's so much human reader x paranormal yandere, which is fantastic, but imagine...demon reader and yandere exorcist
Ok I have two possibilities in my head:
Yandere! Exorcist who is deplorably bad at his job. He is convinced he was gifted with special powers and that it's his duty to protect the world from supernatural evil. Spends months chasing Demon! Reader, throwing holy water, sprinkling salt in every corner, and rambling about the fact he's letting you go out of his own mercy (he can't do anything). Is too embarrassed to admit he's actually fallen in love and can't bear the thought of being separated from you. Keeps getting into trouble because he follows you around in places that weren't mean for mortals.
"We found this human at the entrance of our portal," a hellish beast announces, holding your suitor by the scruff of the neck. "Should we devour his soul?"
"Let me...let me handle him," you blurt out, humiliated. It's the third time this week you have to save his sorry ass. For the love of Satan, what have you gotten yourself into?
Demon! Reader who is unexpectedly weak compared to their fellow fiends. You come from a family of true monsters, feeding on humans and enslaving them with your ghastly pacts. You try so hard to live up to their reputation, and yet...the very first time you attempted to possess someone, you'd been swiftly stopped by Yandere! Exorcist. He finds your lack of power to be downright amusing, if not adorable. In fact, he's suddenly and unexplainably overwhelmed by the need to protect you and help you on your quest.
"I just wanted to instil terror among mortals," you confess with a sob.
"Alright, let's try again, then," he encourages with a smile. "You need to concentrate on their worst fears if you want to break the mind," he advises.
The victim who'd called for the exorcist stares in disbelief. What the hell is going on?
[Character] notices a photo on your desk, they went to take a better look on it and instantly got horrified
[Character]: hm.....dear?
You: yeah?
[Character]: may i ask you something?
You notice how they look unesead, almost worried
You:....sure?, What is it?
They show you the picture in it are both giant and small beings beyond the escope of humans wich most would describe as Mythical sea creatures, on one side is a dark being almost looking like a giant mermaid but giant mermaids can only grow so much in truth the creature is a leviathan or better yet THE leviathan, with gars that destroyed both boats and lands in wich created massive tragedies, capable of conjuring storms so massive you could belive the armaggedon was coming one of the biggest mysteries of all time is where it came from, the leviathan semmed to embrace the being in the middle an happy face with a smile so big you could see all of its sharp teeth
In the leviathans side another massive being stood completly and utherly pale almost transluced, it wasen't as massive as the leviathan you could say average size next to it, folks called it the terrifying ghost leviathan a almost looking corpse with a ridiclous power over sound, in truth its pale complexion was due to albnism but its transluced exposed parts such as its ribcage wasen't natural, that being was born by cruel experimentation and transformation, it was timid but it was happy nonetheless
On the other side was the fearsome kraken its millions of tantacles floatin around in the water its complexion was bright and colerfull a direct contrast to its brother, this creature wasen't as fearfull to deal with but more.....annoying to say the least, it had a temper and was really pridefull it was the main culprit for when kingdoms were attacked and now a days, the goverment, it had a habit of collecting treasures and often buted heads with the leviathan, the kraken was embracing the other side of the creature in the middle its tantacles curling around its tail
The other creatures were a giant mer jellyfish, their personality was a contrast with its other bretheren wich serious, bloodthisty and almost insane to some degree, it was a playfull ball of sunshine, its placement was behind the main focus of the photo
The others were a siren, selkies, naiads, water nymphs, a couple of humans in apropriate and of course the being in the middle, who dominated all others in height and power
These people were your father, mother, uncle and family members respectfuly and the being in the middle was you
It was your 18 birthday that day, the photo had to be taken in ridiclous number of miles for everybody to appear
Reader attempts to craft a home for Convict and explain exactly what they are.
Author's Note:
Forgot the summary on the last one oops-
Anyway, y'all are really vibing with these two, huh? Well, fret not, for I have more ideas for so many scenarios with these two. So I'm gonna be chipping away at those while I can, and also working on the Fracture rework. Though the goal is for that to be a considerably longer piece so it's gonna take a minute. But thankfully, after Tuesday, I basically have nothing but time and I keep weird hours. This will likely be the last thing I post until at least Wednesday, though, unless I can squeeze in some small drabbles between then and now. No promises, though.
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Spoilers for Iron Lung including Convict's name (but you knew that), fluff, hurt and comfort, some strong language, technical power imbalance because Reader is a cosmic entity but they are a sweetie and would never use them on Convict (without his consent), mild descriptions of adjusting to losing a limb, not beta read and barely edited, author wrote this instead of sleeping.
Simon is beginning to learn many things about you.
For starters, you control this domain--this void--with absolute authority. It had been a blank canvas when he first blinked open his eyes, a wide expanse of nothingness but infinite darkness because, as you would explain, you had no need for anything else. But, with him here, you'd saught to make it more appropriate. He could have cried when he saw that grass, swaying in a non-existent wind. He did, at one point, drop to the ground and bury his fingers in it.
It had been so long since he had last felt grass.
The trees reminded him of Eden, which had been the only home he'd known for the longest time. As... conflicted as his feelings were about that space station in the end, it was still soothing to see trees again. They weren't real, not really, but they looked and felt real enough.
And the sky...
He didn't know how you did it, but you flooded it with stars. Real stars. No corpses that were growing dimmer day by day. They twinkled and moved, some shot across the sky in a distant streak of white and-for a moment-he was a child again. Making wishes on shooting stars.
It didn't undo everything he'd been through. Nothing could. But it was nice to finally find some sembelance of peace after the chaos.
However, humans couldn't be truly comfortable with just an empty field, a few trees, and a night sky. So, you had endeavoured to create him a home. Which, brought you both to the next issue.
You were a cosmic entity. A concept, as you had said--though he didn't know exactly what that meant--and as such... you had no idea what a human home should look like. You'd never had need for one before.
You might look human now, mostly? Sort of? The longer he stared, the more he noticed things that were wrong. You moved too fluidly, like you were floating through air rather than walking on land. Sometimes, in the corner of his eye or in the middle of a blink, your hair resembled fluid drifting around your head. You hesitated before speaking, like you had to make the conscious decision to speak with your mouth and not whisper directly into his mind. And your eyes carried ancient starlight in them, no matter how hard you worked to conceal it.
Human, but not. The effort was appreciated, regardless.
He didn't know if he could handle gazing upon another cosmic horror.
Regardless, back to the current issue at hand: your attempts to craft a home for him.
Your first effort was... well, needless to say, wrong. Geometric angles that made no sense and imbued him with a sense of wrongness just to look at them. Too tall, too wide, with a space inside that was too small. "Uh," Had been his succint response, "it's... nice?" But you had seen right through his attempt to spare your feelings--do eldritch beings have feelings? You clearly did. You had felt moved enough to rescue him, after all--and had made a strange sound in response. Something between a low rumbling drone and a disappointed huff, scowling at your attempt at architecture.
"It will not do."
Simon sat on the grass, playing with some of the strands and trying not to think about how they tangled around his fingers of their own accord, while watching as several more attempts at a home appeared and disappeared just as quickly. Dismissed by you with nothing more than a tilt of your head and another one of those disappointed sounds. Finally, after the seventh or eight time, he spoke up with a careful question. "Do you need like... references?"
You stilled, head tilting to look back at him. Your gaze settling over him with a kind of physical sensation that only further added to your wrongness. "What do you mean, Simon?"
"Like... you were in my head earlier, right?" He asked, you nodded slowly. "So can you do that again, look at my memories?" The question served as two things; a genuine offer, and an attempt to learn more about you. Your abilities, your limits.
You stilled, unnaturally so. "Are you certain you would be comfortable with that?" You asked, slowly. "You have been through much, I would not wish to cause you... further distress."
God, the way that made him feel really was proof of how repressed he had been. As if his reaction to your touch hadn't been telling enough. Just how starved for connection was he? "Just don't go digging in my memories and we'll be fine."
You nodded. "I will not go further than you allow," You promised, easily. Then he felt something brush along his mind, a cool touch, gentle as a breeze. Similar to how it had felt when you had spoken to him before, and the sensation forced him to repress a shudder as you gazed directly into his mind, willing away the more embarassing thoughts as he tried to remember photos of cottages and log cabins he'd seen in his youth. After a moment, the sensation faded, and you gave a pleased nod.
Then dutifully returned to your creation.
With his help, you were able to create a normal looking log cabin that stood, dutifully, in the middle of the field. Only one floor, with big windows so he could look out and see the permanant night sky you had created for him, and a sturdy front porch. Of course, the interior was still slightly too big, but it was considerably better than your previous attempts. You'd even fitted it with a bathroom that included a spacious standing shower, a living room with a large couch and bookcases filled with actual books--when was the last time he'd seen actual books?--and a kitchen which, for some reason, had five ovens.
So your understanding of home interiors left something to be desired, but Simon could hardly blame you.
"The house is connected to you," You explained, voice gentle as you watched him look around, "whatever you desire will appear here. Any story you wish to read, food you wish to eat, or clothes you wish to wear."
Simon couldn't help but blink, turning to you slowly as disbelief crawled across his features. "You can do that?"
"This realm is my home," You answered, like that explained everything. Perhaps, to you, it did. You controlled this place, so if you wished for something to be it simply... was.
Simon lingered by the kitchen counter as emotions welled in his chest, one hand braced on the dark wood countertop. "Why are-" The words caught in his throat. He blinked hard and cleared it. "Why are you doing all this for me?"
Again, you stilled, lingering in the doorway as you watched him. There was a fleeting though that, perhaps, you could see right through him, down to every atom that made up his body. "... You wanted to live, did you not?" You asked, voice so quiet it was barely more than a whisper and yet, the words echoed like a clap of thunder in his ears. "I will leave you to make yourself comfortable." With that, you drifted back out the front door, humming as you went.
It sounded like starlight to his ears.
True to your word, whatever he wanted, the house provided. He went to the bathroom first, as good as a job as you had done tending to his wounds and clearing him off the weird growths that had overtaken his body, he was still grimy and was really starting to feel gross. Blood still clung to the fabric of his prison uniform, flaking off him and now that he wasn't actively in fight or flight, the sensation was annoying. But, like a beacon of hope, he found his preferred scent of shampoo and body wash waiting for him.
Simon stumbled into the clean space, bracing himself on the wall. Losing an arm had fucked up his center of gravity, he was still adjusting. Still, the desire to be clean overpowered his new-found struggle with balance, and he managed to painstaking remove what was left of his clothes and leave them in a heap on the floor, turning on the shower and sighing in relief when hot water poured out immediately with no further fan fair.
He stood under the spray for a long time. Then used the body wash and shampoo, scrubbing with his hand to try and get as much of the filth off of him as he could, watching the muddy water swirl down the drain. It cleared, eventually, but he didn't move. Standing there with his head bowed, hand braced on the tialed wall beside him. He still felt unclean.
He didn't think he'd ever feel clean again.
After too much time, he finally shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. His dirty clothes had vanished and, despite not grabbing anything, a clean, fluffy towel and a pair of clothes sat folded on the toilet lid, waiting for him. "That's... gonna take some getting used to," Simon murmured to himself, grabbing the towel first.
Towelling off with one arm when he was used to two was equally a challenge in and of itself. He tossed out the idea of even trying to tie the towel around his waist and settled for getting as dry as he could, then changing. The new clothes were warm, like they'd been sat on a radiator not a closed toilet lid. Soft and comforting as they hugged his broken and scarred frame. He didn't feel entirely like himself, he probably never would, but he felt better.
He'd take that as a win.
Bare feet padded out of the bathroom, eyes instinctively scanning the interior of his new home before landing on the front door. It hung open, and he could see your frame sat on the porch, still as you looked out over the landscape. Still humming. With nothing better to do, and not entirely willing to go to sleep yet--not in case he woke back up in that fucking submarine--he walked out to join you, lowering himself with some difficulty to sit on the step beside you. Your star-touched gaze turned to meet him, head tilting. "Do you feel better now?" You asked.
"Yeah- yes," He stammered, the question taking him by surprise before his cleared his throat and nodded. "Do I... look... better?" The words were clumsy on his tongue. He wanted to wince, but you just smiled, eyes glinting in a way that was too Knowing.
"Indeed. When not covered in blood, you have rather pleasing features." You replied, the words struck him somewhere low in his stomach. Fuck, was he really that attention starved? Unware or uncaring for his internal battle, your gaze returned to the meadow.
Silence settled between the two of you, calm in your case, contemplative in Simon's. He had questions. So many questions. But he didn't know how to ask, if it would be rude to. Did he want to risk your ire when you had demonstrated, time and time again, just how much influence you held in this place?
"If you have questions, you may ask them," You spoke, startling from his thoughts. "I imagine this is... a lot for you to take in."
"Yeah, you can say that again," Simon huffed before he could stop himself, wincing at how curt he sounded, but again you didn't so much as flinch at his tone. He cleared his throat and shifted were he sat, hand resting limply in his lap. "I just... what are you? What's a concept? I don't even know your name and- everything that happened to me, I mean what the fuck was that thing?" The questions just came blurting out after that, but you listened patiently. Letting him finish before you answered.
"I do not have a name," You replied, "concepts have no need for such things. We simply... are," You explained, falling into contemplative silence for a moment. "Concepts are beings that have existed since the very beginning. I do not know how. I do not know why. We simply do. Some are older than others, the one you encountered before me was... quite young. I believe you humans have given Her a name. The... Quiet Rapture?" You mused thoughtfully, head tilting.
"What?" Simon muttered. "No the Quiest Rapture is... that's when everybody disappeared, or when we- when we disappeared," He stammered over himself, shaking his head. "It's not- we don't know what that thing was."
"She is The Quiet Rapture. Creation and Destruction. Given sentience and shape," You replied, calmly. "As for myself, I am... Nothing. The quiet between the notes. The hush at the beginning and end. I am what was before and what will remain after." You gaze returned to the field. "I am sorry. It is... difficult to explain it in a way that would make sense to humans. You are not designed to grasp such concepts, attempts to do so can cause madness. One should not gaze too long into the abyss." You sighed, the sound weary and old in a way that did not match the current face you wore. "That is the best I can offer you for now."
It had answered some of his questions, and left him with a million more. He should have expected as much, really. Nothing was ever simple. None of this made any sense. As if sensing the turmoil he was experiencing, there was a phatom touch again. Though you remained still, he felt a hand gliding down his back and barely resisted a shudder at the sensation. How touch starved was he?
"You should rest," You remarked, calmly, sending him a patient smile. "You have experienced much, your body is still recovering."
He was tired. So tired. But the thought of sleeping filled his stomach with dread. The idea that maybe he'll wake up and this will have all been a pleasant dream, his mind's futile attempt to offer him some peace in his final moments, before he's back in that iron death trap, running out of oxygen while blood seaped in through the cracks.
The touch continued brushing up and down his bag. Your gaze remained settled on him. "... Would you like me to stay with you?"
He startled. "What?"
"You are afraid. I can remain by your side, if you would wish it so. Ensure your rest is peaceful, and when you awaken, you will see me and you will know you are still safe." Safe, what a novel concept. Simon couldn't recall the last time he'd felt safe. He'd thought he was safe with Eden, but that everything went to shit and he'd... well. He banished the thought from his mind for now, and gave a small nod.
When he replied, his voice cracked a little. "Yeah, I'd like that."
"Very well," You murmured, drifting up from your seated position and offering him your hand. "Let us get you to bed, little one."
The bed was soft under him, like sinking into a cloud. The sheets were warm, and the pillows were perfect. He lay sprawled on his back, hand resting on his chest, head tilted to watch where you sat perched on the edge of the bed, back to him, humming again. A beautiful tone of starlight and void that drifted along his mind.
Phantom fingers ran through his hair, brushing along his scalp until his eyelids fluttered. "Thank you," He whispered, leaning into the touch. Unseen by him, your head tilted, gaze settling on him as you smiled.
"You are welcome. Now sleep, little one. I will ensure no harm befalls you."
For a long time, you had merely existed, floating in the vast expanse of it all. Content to idle your days as such while time crawled on by. Until you found him, and now you had a new purpose. What an unusual thought, to be so moved by a being so insignificant in the grand scheme of it all, but he was not insignificant to you. No, he was far too important. Far too special.
You would happily watch over him as he slept, ensuring no nightmares of blood found him. Instead, you'd craft a sanctuary of stars to keep him company while he dreamt.
Simon's breathing steadied as the call of sleep lured him to its waiting arms, and you remained by his side as you had promised, humming your lullaby and running your fingers through his hair.
Author's Note:
I wanna put these two in a jar and shake them.
If you have any ideas for future scenarios with these two, I'd love to hear them! Might even write them out too. If you like this, maybe drop me a reblog? It would make me so very greatful and I'd give you many little kisses.
Maid Cafe Worker Naga Darling known for their relaxing nature and vast knowledge of various teas.
Their employers were a tad hesitant to add a predator animal to their roster - that was until the snake uttered their first words on why they'd be an excellent host. Their experience with herbs and teas aside, most if not all of their interviewers found themselves dozing off midway through their speech.
With a voice as smooth and as sweet as the honey they often flavored their brews with, the snake might as well have been a siren with how many flocked to their call. Appointments for their time had to be scheduled weeks in advance with how many of their customers fell asleep bundled up in the snug embrace of their tail as their drinks warmed both belly and heart.
Naga Darling adores their customers. Always surprising them with gifts and marriage proposals. Promises to take them away from this life and spoil them rotten to the core till death did them part. They're all so funny, do they treat every host this way?
This is... just one thing Naga Darling calls into question. A request that often leaves them pondering as to whatever their silly guest might be implying for the remainder of their day. None who seek this simple favor will give them a direct answer - sheepishly advertising their gaze and stumbling over their words as their sweet snake peers down at them with a smile oh so innocent and pure. Filling them with shame and disgust for ever asking such things from an angel like that clueless snake.
"Snake... milk? You are aware I am not a mammal, yes? Besides, I do not process the proper equipment to.... Oh, that isn't what you mean? What is it that you desire, friend?"
Hours upon hours of research proved fruitless. How are they to do their work if they are unable to fulfill a desire shared by so many of their lovely guests?
It isn't until one brave little rabbit has the courage to finally tell them the meaning behind their demands - dying for a taste of what they've been denied countless times before.
"You have something to tell me, sweet bunny? You wish to whisper it in my ear?... Oh.... Oh.... I-I see... Please give me some time to think on it."
This new development certainly wasn't what they were expecting, but the snake is nothing if not a people pleaser. They have been rather... pent up with so many warm bodies rubbed up against their scales day in and out. It's a win for everyone if they really think about it.
"H...Here you are. One chamomile tea with serving of... s-snake milk as you call it. I hope you enjoy."
It's an instant hit.
The snake ends their days more exhausted than those they've blessed with the blanket of slumber after carrying out as many orders. If a guest is extra lucky, and begs hard enough, they might even be able to get their fill straight from the tap. The Cafe is flooded with chatter of how addictive, sweet, and rich in flavor the teas served to them have become with the new addition to the menu
Dreary from their never-ending work, Darling then falls at the mercy of their admirers as they drift off in the back room appointed to their private meetings - rewarded with more treats and affection than they'd ever know what to do with.
Thinking about… a bloodthirsty vampire hunter’s unfortunate encounter of meeting a protective vampire.
CW : gruesome deaths, children abuse, horror, assault, many blood, torture, southern! Vampire Hunter, hints that vampires are immortal, but needs to regress age when they’re too old, reader having a distorted vision about justice and equal exchange, some cannibalism? Reader implied to be fem, but any genders can read! Reader is crazy and kinda psychotic??
Word Count : 2.4k+ words
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who turned into what he is now because of what happened to his family. He’s only a humble farmer who used to be an outlaw when he's younger. He decided to settle down with the woman he fell head over heels with, and had three children together with her. It was a rainy day, and he came home with his wife and children already dead and pale, bodies sucked out of their blood with fang marks on their necks.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who had to bury his family with his own hands. His farmer friends are utterly worried about him. His hands may tremble as he dug the dirt behind his house, his eyes throbbing with pain because he cried himself a river hugging each of their corpse, and his head drooping with exhaustion as he carved each of their name on heavy stone for their headstone, but he refused to rest until he made sure they’re resting in a better place.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who finally slept after burying them, where he is tortured with questions and scenarios. What if he was there? What will happen if he’s with them? Will he die together with them?
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who burnt down his home the next day. He grabbed his wife’s favourite shawl, and his children’s drawings. His own belongings? Just stored in his horse’s saddle and his bag. He couldn’t bear living in the same place where his family was slaughtered. He swore he could smell the blood stuck on the floor and walls, despite knowing his friends already scrubbed it clean.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who left the town to seek other vampire hunters to learn how to hunt and kill vampires. His farmer friends told him not to make such hasty decisions when he’s still blinded by agony and sadness, but he has made up his mind. So after thanking his friends, they all go to the town’s edge to send him off, and to remind him they’ll still accept and help him if he ever decides to come back.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who no longer feared death, because he knew his family would be waiting for him. He became another hunter’s apprentice, learning and documenting ways to trap and end a vampire’s life.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who moved from town to town, seeking for different answers to kill them. Most effective is severing their heads, or fire that’ll melt their body from their bones, and silver bullets.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who discovered that silver bullets, especially for shotguns, are extremely expensive. Killing vampires is very risky, so most hunters decide to catch them and bring them to the town’s sheriff, where they’ll be burnt in the center of town for everyone to see.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who doesn’t want to do that. He wants to kill them with his very own hands. His master advised him not to because he got 0 experience hunting vampires. But he refuses. He sells his cherished belongings (not his wedding rings though, he wore them as his necklace for good luck, and buys silver knife and some bullets.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who starts seeking for weaker, recently turned vampires. He follows rumors through town and meets the new vampire. The vampire is still sloppy, and not too tricky to follow. So when the man is eating on a young woman’s flesh, he cocked his shotgun, aimed and shot the vampire on the back. The vampire instantly wailed from the pain, but before he could flee, pre-yan! Vampire hunter is already lassoing him from behind.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who threw the man on the ground, before pulling the silver blade from his bag. He stabbed it on the vampire’s neck, and deep, dark red blood spurted out from the wound like a fountain. He stabbed him again, again and again, effectively separating the vampire’s head from its body.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who burnt the body, making sure it’s all turned to dust, before riding his horse back to town, with blood on his face and hands. The vampire’s head gripped on his hand like a grotesque gift. Once he arrived at the sheriff's office, he hurled the head to the table, before lighting up a cigarette.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who ended up as a legend for townspeople because of how closed off he is. He thanked his master and left on his own. He goes on his own taking bounties, helping townsfolk, and killing vampires.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who got slightly obsessed with the concept of torturing vampires. He kept one alive out of curiosity. He ties the vampire on a tree, and he comes to slash their skin with his knives just to see how long it took for them to heal, and how they’ll get weaker without human blood.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who kills for the love of the game. Sometimes he left vampire corpses in the forests with their bodies still attached, their heads already severed with an empty shell of silver bullet near its face… Or where the face is supposed to be at. It’s just a hollow, gory mess of organs.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who made a fatal mistake of planning to kill a vampire child. He’s never heard of children getting turned into such creatures. He heard that a boy went missing in a forest, and found some kind of forest protector who’s a pale, young girl. The girl brought him back to the town, but hearing the descriptions made him sure it’s a vampire.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who found the child chasing fireflies inside a nearby forest. He’s about to aim his gun at her, when he felt a kick on his head, and his lungs derived from air.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who woke up tied into a chair in a dim room. His sight only comes from a small fireplace near his seat. He could hear a soft sound of a violin, and a tall figure looming.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who started screaming profanities and threats to be let out from the ropes, only to earn a sudden stop of the violin, and the figure creeping up to him. His head is touched by two pale hands, and his head pulled to a raised knee, making him choke as his nose cracked on impact.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who felt his heart rush from adrenaline, and fear for the first time in years. The figure crouched in front of him, and grabbed his jaw carefully while inspecting his wound like a madman. Meanwhile, you just stared back with a blank look.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, whose breath hitched as you took a stool and sat in front of him. Your hand held his silver knife with no problem, and nicked his skin just because. Your wide smile scares him with the glint of fangs.
“You see, you almost killed a toddler that I gave a second chance of life to.” You sighed calmly, and snapped the knife into two. It was getting dull anyways.
“I reckon you’ll be such a kind savior, p-partner. Is this a sick experiment you’re conducting on children?!” The vampire hunter spat back, only to have you slap him.
“Let me tell you a little story then, outlaw. Perhaps you’ll feel just a tiny bit of remorse when you realise that not all vampires are the same.”
ᛝ You, who was born already as a vampire. Your parents are two powerful vampires who let you live independently. You, oddly enough, disliked human blood and preferred animal blood, so you hunted animals instead.
ᛝ You, who spends time resting inside your palace minding your own business. Who knows what your parents are doing? They’re probably in a cocoon of their bat nests, sleeping and eventually turning back to their young ages.
ᛝ You, who was drinking a pig’s blood in a nearby farm when you heard the family owner laughing so loudly. You raised your head up and saw the family having a feast. You decided to walk around for a bit, only to almost step on a girl, whose ankles are tied using metal chains, her body small and so thin you can see the bones, and the smell from her leg… it smells rotten. She’s dying, evident from her shallow breaths and weak voice begging for her ‘mother’.
ᛝ You, who stabbed your hand near a fence, letting your blood pool on it before gently feeding it to the child. You feel a little lightheaded, but you can’t leave the girl like this, not with her bruises and cries.
ᛝ You, who placed your cloak and cradled the child on your chest until she woke up. You ask her for her name, and she has none. All she knows is she’s chained outside because she’s born pale. Her father thought she’s cursed, or that his wife had cheated on him with a vampire. Her mother, not wanting to live in the streets, chose to admit she cheated, and begged for forgiveness. Ever since, the girl has to live near the barn, eating leftovers by the family, while sometimes earning a beating from them if she’s unlucky.
ᛝ You, who is baffled after hearing what the girl just said. She’s probably just anemic. But her family treats her like this? You bundled her up and told her to wait, while you went to her home. She covered her ears, but she could hear screams off in the distance.
ᛝ You, who came back throwing her father’s corpse in front of her. She raised her head only to see you carrying her mother on your shoulder, and her older brother on your other hand, dragged like an unworthy mat. She could see deep wound on their neck, as if you used your nails to pierce through their muscles and flesh.
ᛝ You, who told her to eat and feed. Recently turned vampires need a lot of blood. Especially because she’s wounded and injured. You even show her how to do it with your fangs despite not liking how human blood tasted like.
ᛝ You, who brought the girl home after forcing her to drink all the blood of her family members. After all, is it not sweet as justice? And she really needs to drink them all if she wants to heal. You bathed her, applied ointments on her bruises, and dressed her up in your old dresses from when you’re a baby.
ᛝ You, who named her Charlotte. Charles means ‘free man’ right? So you’ll give her a memento, A name that shows she has broken free. Charlotte, your beloved daughter who you’ll always cherish. Charlotte, who begs you not to hunt for humans, so you settle with buying blood bags from a vampire acquaintance who disguises himself as a doctor in town.
ᛝ You, who tilted your head when he groaned and cried as you finished the story. Isn’t this equal exchange? You helped set her free. If this man doesn’t understand, then you wouldn’t care. You stood up and stopped the fire on purpose, intending to torture him with hunger and hipothermia for his crimes. You’ve heard how he’s a renowned vampire hunter.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who stayed quiet for days. It’s embarrassing. He starts to get delirious and overthinks his decision. On the third day of no food and water, he can hear the door click, and small pitter patters of feet nearing him. When he raised his head, he saw the same girl he wanted to kill.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, whose nose got hit by the smell of bread. Charlotte makes a sign for him to stay quiet, and feeds him with the bread and water.
“Please don’t misunderstand mama… She’s difficult to understand, but she cares deeply about me.”
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who felt extreme guilt when she waved her hand at him, and left the room. He’s stuck inside the same dark room again.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who woke up the next day with you already playing the violin again. The fire is started, and his joints are thanking the gods with how tired he was.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who got another smile from you, while you sauntered your way back to him. You grabbed his jaw again, your thumb rubbing his dry lips in mockery as he looked up with fear.
“You see, a little dove came to me… Asking me to let you go yesterday. I would like to refuse, but she insists.” You hummed, your eyes darting to his ears.
“She said… I can take one body part away from you as equal exchange. Then I’ll let you go.” You mumbled, before smiling and rubbing his left helix.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, whose screams could be heard as you forcefully cut his left ear using a dull blade to amplify the pain. When you’re done, you throw the severed ear inside the scorching fire. He’s fully sobbing now, blood is moving everywhere.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who saw you tear your own skin on your palm, before mixing your blood together. His crying got louder as you grinned at him.
“Now you have my blood in your system, healing you from the inside. What is so different between us now, Mr. Hunter?”
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who passed out from the stress, all he can hear is your laughter. He woke up with his ear already patched with bandages, and his arm burning. When he raised it up, there were clear words of ‘STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER’, presumably carved with the same knife when he was unconscious. His shotgun is already broken into two pieces, his guess is you’ve stomped it to shreds. But he can see some food and clean water, mayhaps left by Charlotte herself.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who felt something blooming in his heart. Fear, guilt, anger and sadness. Now all he wants to do is to thank the kid. And perhaps not get killed by her bat-shit crazy parent.
A/N : oh god writing this is so fun??? Batshit crazy, psycho YN is actually great! And for clarification, YN gives him blood to stop his infection and heal him. He wouldn't turn into a vampire, it's just a small quantity of blood. Special thanks to the anon that sends me the ask about yan! Vamp hunter and vamp! Reader
Hope you all enjoy! Reblogs are appreciated, reqs and asks even more so.
Yes we all love the various monster!141 x human!reader, but have we considered human!141 x monster!reader?!🤔
Human!soap and werewolf!reader who is more than happy to be the prey u hunt on a full moon. He wont play easy either, makes u really work for the reward of getting to fuck him. Soap let's u bite until flesh tears, doesnt mind be marked with ur scent (freak lol), and happily rubs ur sore muscles when u transform back.
Human!ghost and vampire!reader who lowkey gets off on being ur bloodbag. Ur saliva only has mild pain reducing properties so he cant even blame his hard on as being from the aphrodisiac many other vampires have. He's always eager to let u feed bc his mask covers his neck and he usually wears long sleeves. This of course does mean that once ur done feeding, he wants a taste of u😔🙏. U two totally match with balaclavas and completely covered skin, perfect for avoiding sunlight btw.
Human!price x demon!reader who is happy to finally find someone who can keep up with his pace. He usually wears people out after the first three rounds, and is delighted when its actually him who has to tap out. Ur just so warm when he sinks in, and ur fangs sinking into his flesh drive him crazy. He also loves to use ur horns as handles whenever u suck him off lol. pulls at ur tail while hes railing u bc he likes the yelp you make, overall a menace.
Human!gaz x naga!reader who loves the feeling of u coiled around him. Ur smooth scales just feel so good rubbing on his cock, and u dont bruise as easily as a human which means he can be as rough as he wants. Ofc he'll be ur personal heater, just stay wrapped around him while u both bask in the afterglow. Also quite obsessed with ur fangs, please bite him its for enrichment.
You live in an ant hybrid colony. You're a relatively small species.
You're a peasant and have been assigned to cater to the large ant hybrid prince of another colony while he visits for diplomatic reasons.
His kind are known to be slavers who raid rival colonies for workers, but your colonies are allies.
However, the prince became smitten with you.
Yandere Ant Prince, gently caressing your face and wiping away your tears: "Shhh, shhh. When we get back to my colony, I'm gonna fill you with so many royal eggs. Won't you like that?"
You, trembling, crying, tied up, gagged, and lowered into the trunk of things he brought for his stay as the lid closes: "Mmm! Mmmph nnnnn… Hmlph, mmm!!!!"
In a colony of millions no one will ever notice you missing.
