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Just please be kind, I am from the 1900s and I am fragile.
I'll write about any Papa, Mary Goore, or even the occasional Ghoul. (I'll happily write about TF too if you ask, but I don't post rpf fics here.)
I am most comfortable writing for female main characters or readers, but I'll do gender neutral if you prefer. And as far as kinks go there is almost nothing that makes me too uncomfortable, but I will respectfully decline if it's something I don't know enough about to do it justice.
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Full list of fics under the cut...
Click on the masterlists for fic summaries and links
Primo/Papa I Masterlist
Bleeding Heart (971 words) TW Blood
Summer Rain (1,260 words)
Eyes On Me (2,031 words) TW Anxiety
Tossed Salad (1,361 words)
Our Love Is Perennial (2,151 words)
Fiore Di Neve (1,055 words)
Secondo/Papa II Masterlist
Stay With Me (3,384 words)
Bookmark (1,609 words)
Sound Check (815 words)
A Close Shave (643 words)
Mia Ragazza Tosta (902 words) TW Dom/Sub, BDSM, Rough Stuff
Blood Moon (2,539 words) TW Blood
Giveth And Taketh (2,435 words) TW Rough Stuff
Romanzo D'Inverno (3,092 words)
Terzo/Papa III Masterlist
An Unholy Proposal (7,402 words)
Sacrifice On The Altar (4,660 words)
Moonlight Cenotaph (6,725 words)
Bound To Him (5,318 words) TW Past S/A
Lamb To The Slaughter (4,416 words)
Exploring The Dark (7,457 words)
Hello, We Are Ghost (5,648 words)
Body Language (1,444 words)
Hold Me Now (858 words)
Sky Is Falling (977 words) TW Earthquake, Blood
Behave (1,282 words) TW Sub/Dom, Rough Stuff
Use Your Pretty Words (909 words) TW Sub/Dom
Red Venus (1,588 words) TW Blood
Papa Terzo (1,557 words) TW Pregnancy
Stella Matina (2,265 words) TW Childbirth Complications/Surgery
Yours To Lose (2,925 words) TW Rough Stuff
Just As You Are (1,568 words) TW Body Image Issues/Weight Gain
Overtime (1,785 words)
Bella Afrodite (1,874 words)
Wait For Me (1,126 words)
Colomba Del Mattino (1,120 words)
Stall Tactics (1,521 words) TW Sub/Dom, Rough Stuff
Thigh High (1,461 words) TW Sub/Dom, Collaring
Hands Are The Heart's Landscape (900 words) TW Con Somnophilia
On The Hunt (1,548 words) TW Mild Sub/Dom
My Sweet Adversary (4,525 words) TW Rough Stuff, Dub Con
Cure Amorevoli (3,980 words)
Break The Arrow (3,303 words)
Dust And Shadow (3,080 words) TW Masterzobation?
Cardinal Copia/Papa IV/Frater Imperator Masterlist
Pour Your Pain Into Me (6,332 words)
Blood Lust (2,251 words) TW Blood
Embracing Infatuation (6,655 words)
Surrender To Temptation (6,003 words)
A Lesson In Sin (6,406 words)
You Are Mine (4,844 words)
Second Chance At Ascension (4,104 words)
Rite Of Passage (5,628 words)
Eruption and Absolution (1,255 words) TW Con Non-Con, Rough Stuff
Growing Pains (1,514 words) TW Con Non-Con, Rough Stuff
Bleed For Me (3,054 words) TW Blood
Bath Time (1,226 words)
Negotiation (409 words)
Negotiation 2 (778 words) TW Rough Stuff
Papa Down (1,253 words)
Game Over (1,045 words)
Eat Your Words (910 words)
Take Five (1,275 words)
Wild Ride (6,939 words)
Mia Dea (1,050 words) TW Pregnancy
In The Heat Of The Night (4,523 words) TW Rough Stuff
Just A Crush (2,508 words)
Duty Calls (1,150 words)
Attrazione Immediata (7,075 words)
Time For Two (1,423 words)
Be My Forever (2,250 words)
Benvenuti A Casa (3,626 words)
Love Long Distance (7,338 words) TW Intoxication
All Work No Play (6,690 words)
Tell The Truth (6,249 words)
Date Night (1,446 words) TW Intoxication
Another Date Night (1,568 words)
Scary Movie (625 words)
Worship With Me (1,796 words)
The Cardinal's Cane (883 words)
Attitude Adjustment (1,030 words)
Bella Ghuleh (2,856 words)
Ready For My Close-Up (1,294 words)
Dream Weaver (3,778 words) TW Mild Somnophilia, Voyeurism
A Special Request (2,871 words)
Standoff (1,793 words) TW Rough Stuff, Con Non Con
Too Shy To Say (2,564 words)
Untamed Pleasure (2,038 words)
Animal Instincts (1,412 words)
Brava Ballerina (1,702 words)
Read To Me (1,649 words)
Wet Dream (1,256 words)
Victory Lap (6,290 words) TW Mild Somnophilia
Fallen Petals (572 words)
Frater Ephemerus (1,681 words)
The Taste Of You (1,373 words) TW Autism/Arfid
Here Comes Frater Cottontail (3,039 words)
Perpetua/Papa V Masterlist
Purple Rain (2,323 words) TW Blood
The Calm During The Storm (839 words)
Gazza Ladra, Part 1 (1,681 words)
Gazza Ladra, Part 2 (1,446 words)
Creature Crush (1,251 words)
Your Eyes Only (1,487 words)
Hide and Seek (4,055 words)
Coffee Break (1,647 words)
Mine To Protect (6,474 words) TW Attempted SA, Violence
Tummy Troubles (646 words)
Non-Fiction Friction (1,354 words)
Any Way The Wind Blows (4,350 words)
Closing Time (1,934 words)
Tender Confession (1,305 words)
A Score To Settle (1,594 words) TW Rough Stuff
Evening The Score (654 words)
The Papa Who Could Fly (4,804 words)
Time Out (1,066 words)
A Happy Homecoming (1,091 words)
A Tender Reprimand (2,400 words) TW Light BDSM
A Reluctant Goodbye (1,889 words) TW Rough Stuff
You Hold The Key (2,780 words) TW Terzo is Dead, Rough Stuff
My Sweet Boy (845 words)
Midnight Snack (992 words)
Love On The Road (5,897 words)
Backstage Pass (2,056 words)
Home Cooking (1,643 words)
Salvation In Submission (2,411 words) TW Dom/Sub
Play It Again (5,260 words) TW Blood
A Free Heart (3,124 words)
Love To Keep Me Warm (2,291 words)
What You Need (2,438 words) TW Gratuitous Rough Stuff
In My Eyes (1,694 words)
Tutor Privatus (1,836 words)
Rainbow Tour (1,201 words) TW Mild Somnophelia
Playing Doctor (1,008 words) TW Sub/Dom, Inspection Kink
The Monster Inside Me (3,254 words) TW Blood, Dub Con
Room Service (4,106 words) TW Mild Somnophilia
Creature Comfort (1,390 words) TW Menstruation
Cardinal Peep-petua (2,191 words) TW Voyeurism
Travel Companion (2,905 words) TW Monsterfucking
Multi-Papas, Pick-Your Papa, and Miscellaneous Masterlist
*Multis involve gangbang and tag-team scenarios, never any of the Papas sexually engaging with each other. If you are into that, that's fine, this is a judgement-free zone...but I a not into that myself.
Tango For Three (5,030 words) *Copia, Terzo TW Dubious Con/Non-Con, Rough Stuff
Resolution (5,695 words) *Copia, Perpetua
The Game (3,664 words) *Copia, Primo, Secondo, Terzo
All The Time (5,232 words) *Copia, Terzo
Night Watch (719 words) *Terzo, Perpetua TW Accidental Voyeurism, Non-Con Masturbation
Sushi Night (1,984 words) *Terzo, Copia
Pas de Trois: Adagio (895 words) *Copia, Perpetua
Pas de Trois: Coda (4,012 words) *Copia, Perpetua
Completely Pleased (2,048 words) *Copia, Dewdrop, Rain TW Tentacle Sex
Dangerous Curves Ahead (1,807 words) *Terzo, Copia
Perfect Pet (5,521 words) *Perpetua, Secondo TW Sub/Dom, Rough Stuff, Blood/Injury
It's A Beautiful Sky (2,713 words) *All Papa and more! SMUT FREE!
Three Tiny Titty Ditties (2,164 words) *Terzo, Copia, Mary Goore
Blood Monday (1,611 words) *Pick-Your-Papa TW Blood
Bedside Manner (1,929 words) *Copia, Terzo
Wild Horses (853 words) *Pick-Your-Papa TW Sub/Dom, Pain
And Papa Makes Three (2,120 words) *Perpetua, Dewdrop
Blood Brothers (1,682 words) *Copia, Perpetua TW Blood
Blood Brothers: Epilogue (324 words) *Copia, Perpetua
Tender In Tandem (3,753 words) *Mary Goore, Perpetua
Chasing Waterfalls (1,507 words) *Pick-Your-Papa
Take Me To The Bone Room (801 words) *Dewrdrop
A Lesson In Mating (4,151 words) *Copia, Perpetua
On A Hot Summr Night (2,469 words) *Copia, Perpetua
Mary Goore Masterlist
Bloody Mary (1,795 words) TW Blood
Haunt Me (1,196 words)
Haunt Me Again (1,880 words)
Silent Treatment (491 words)
A Bad Trip (1,681 words) TW Drug Use
House Chores (1,199 words)
Sweet Revenge (2,034 words)
A Very Mary Christmas (1,805 words) TW Unplanned Pregnancy
Christmas With The Goores (1,787 words)
Nyårsafton (713 words)
Snötäckt (2,208 words)
Breakfast For Dinner (1,547 words)
Addicted To You (3,887 words)
Back Together (1,604 words)
Modersmjölk (1,106 words) TW Lactation
My Bloody Valentine (1,385 words) TW Blood
Mogen Persika (3,401 words)
Vattensporter (1,742 words)
Broom Service (1,277 words)
Födelsedagsöverraskning (2.043 words)
Morgonöverraskning (1,368 words) TW Mild Somnophilia
Mary Godmother (1,601 words)
Beneath The Blood (1,644 words)
Hitting Snooze (2,248 words)
I Varmt Vatten (3,870 words) TW Domestic Violence
Min Lilla Blodkorv (2,230 words) TW Blood
Old Faithful (1,032 words)
Manèges Renversées (3,916 words)
Bakdörr (1,369 words)
Kundservice (2,734 words)
Vargens Kläder (2,459 words)
🌔Moon Over The Ministry🌒
January 3rd: Wolf Moon (5,632 words)*Werewolf!Perpetua x fem!afab!reader TW Kidnapping, Dub Con, Monsterfucking
February 1st: Snow Moon (1,975 words) *Secondo x fem!afab!reader
March 3rd: Worm Moon (1,540 words) *Primo x fem!afab!reader TW Blood, Dub Con
April 1st: Pink Moon (2,642 words) *Dewdrop Ghoul x fem!afab!reader TW Tentacle Sex
May 1st: Flower Moon (3,917 words) *Deacon!Terzo x fem!afab!reader
May 31st: Blue Moon (3,727 words) *Cardinal!Copia x fem!afab!reader
Random Ghostie Thoughts
⚪ Sore Sex ⚪ About Me ⚪ Papa Boners ⚪ Lube ⚪
⚪ Skeledancers ⚪ My Kinks ⚪ Poopoopetua ⚪ OCs ⚪
⚪ Mira ⚪ Terzo and the Female Orgasm ⚪ 2025 Recap ⚪
⚪ Mary "Dry Humping" Goore ⚪ 'Tesora' Is Not A Word ⚪
⚪ Pussy Eatin' Papas ⚪ Public Sex ⚪ Ministry BBQ Day ⚪
⚪ Happy Birthday!...Love, Papa ⚪ C and V Like Boobs! ⚪
☞ 2.2k words, secondo x manon (f!oc), established relationship but no prior knowledge needed, cunnilingus, v fingering, erectile dysfunction, soft penis kink, frottage, two smitten fools, d/s undertones, alcohol mention, secondo is a bit tipsy here so skip this one if it bothers you, rated E: 18+
His shoulder hits the wall and he huffs a pained breath, rummages for the keys in his pocket. Secondo is not that drunk, not really, tipsy, perhaps, yes, but the thought of finding Manon in his bed makes him dizzy in a way the alcohol never could. It's a new thrill, a reason to go home instead of drinking the night away, though the Bishop kept him longer than he would have liked.
She must have heard his unelegant meeting with the wall but he tells himself that she's been waiting for him. He's barely taken a step into the room before her arms trap him against the door.
"Hm, did you miss me?" he asks, folding his arms around her waist.
"I always miss you," she whispers and he chuckles.
"Have you been reading?"
"Yes." She inhales against his neck, hums, presses her lips to his jaw. "He kept you long."
"Ah, you know, he refills the glass and you get to talking," he say. "He had a bottle of Bourbon I could not resist."
She lets loose, looks into his eyes with a smirk. "Are you drunk?"
"No."
"You slur a little."
"Ah, no."
She kisses him, then, but pulls away before he can indulge. "And you taste horrible."
"Bourbon is not for you?" he teases.
"No, I prefer you undiluted."
He laughs, presses her against him until he can feel the soft swell of her breasts againt his chest. And then he kisses her properly, tongue-deep, until his jaw aches, until there's no whiskey left, only her. His hands find her backside, kneading, all her softness his for the taking. He's a glutton, he knows no limits to his indulgences, and there is no obstacle, only bare flesh underneath the wide shirt she's wearing. Manon is already writhing against him, aching, no doubt. He wants her but his body isn't quite ready yet.
When he pulls away the room spins around him. He sighs, planting another kiss to her lips before the world pulls straight again. "Let me wash off the day, hm? Then I'll have you."
She pouts but all it does is enable him and when he's in the bathroom, white tiles, lights too bright, he does think that the last glass of whiskey had better stayed in the bottle. He tries to work himself up in the shower, splashes his face with cold water, but the headache is already setting in and he can't feel more than a tiny swell that leads nowhere.
When he comes back, Manon has discared the loose sleeping shirt, obediently kneeling on the bed with her hands in her lap. He does stir, at that sight, her heavy breasts, the soft curve of her belly, the slender neck exposed as her hair falls down her back with no effort at all.
"You are a sight even our Lord must envy," he says, leaning against the doorframe for a moment longer. She smiles, pleased, and he approaches, lifting her chin with his bare finger. Her eyes shimmer, the sheer depth of them unfathomable. He doesn't understand how she looks at him the way she does. "Lie back for me, my dove, open yourself to me."
She does, the white sheets contrasting the dark hair on her body, the honeyed skin the summer has left her with. What he feels is gratitude, undeservedly so. He sighs, thinks that he should have known the whiskey would make him sentimental. A soft smile graces her lips, betraying an excitement he won't be able to live up to tonight.
No matter. He leans down, grabs her ankles, pulling her all the way to the edge of the bed before he buries his nose in the dark curls that frame her cunt. She yelps and he chuckles, throws her legs over his shoulders. How wet she is, how she aches for him, her pulse fluttering against his tongue when he presses to her clit. It's more than enough.
"Fuck," she whispers, rolls her hips to meet him. He's not patient, the hours away from her have left him starved and he feels like he'd have to crawl inside of her to satiate this hunger. It's an obsession more so than pure lust, the way he tries to get closer and closer until he doesn't know where either of them ends. Most days he wishes he could disappear like that and never return.
He makes her come on his fingers, licks her to another orgasm until her heels bite painfully into his shoulders. When he finally gets up his knees ache. He'd fold her in half if he could, fuck the last bits of sense out of her, but he's still soft, warm-cheeked, mind hazy from drunk exertion.
There is some frustration gnawing on him, if only because she is so much younger and not used to being with men, especially not men of his age. It shouldn't matter, really, it's not like he needs his cock to give her what she wants.
Her arms reach out for him, a sweet offer to draw him near, but he shakes his head as he gulps down that feeling of inadequacy. "Not tonight."
"Why?"
He doesn't deserve it, he thinks, but he can't find a lie. She sits up slightly, scoots back on the bed where he's slowly lifting the covers. It's entirely too small. When he lies down she's already turned his head to her and he can't avoid her clever eyes.
"Secondo?"
"It is not you, my dove," he says finally, if only to calm her. "Too much whiskey."
She kisses his cheek, multiple times, until he squirms and she giggles into his ear. It's enough to ease his mind, to calm the voices.
"Manon–"
"It's okay," she says and when his brows scrunch she laughs. "Secondo, you should know that I don't need an erection to enjoy myself with someone."
His lips curl. "No, you don't need a cock at all."
"So, will you let me enjoy you?"
He chuckles. Those are his words she's stealing. Let me enjoy you. And she doesn't wait for permission, something he'd use to his advantage on any other day, a drawn-out punishment perhaps. But right now he's too docile, doesn't have it in him to play games.
"Can I still touch you?" she asks.
He nods reluctantly and she smiles, but it's a sweet smile, like she wants to reassure him. She bends down to kiss along his belly and he pets her hair, the soft silk of her long waves. Her lips trail over the dark line of hair over his navel and her hand wraps around him, gently, cradling him in her palm like something precious.
Her eyes flicker up to his face. "Is this okay?"
"Yes."
Surprisingly, it is. He wouldn't have anyone touch him in this state, not normally. He'd have tired them out in other ways until they forgot that he never actually fucked them. But of course Manon, the sleepiest woman he's ever met, suddenly possesses all the energy in the world. It's as if it is more interesting to her now, which he'd find hard to believe were it anyone else. But not with her, no. Manon has a habit of catching him by surprise, to burrow into his heart with as much as a glance. His pride is of no use when he's with her, not when she sets her mind to something.
"You find it hard to believe that I'm attracted to this, don't you?" she asks, stroking him so carefully that he can feel each finger as it moves.
"Usually, the people I sleep with are here for the thing between my legs." He stops, looks at her. "Yes, it is absurd."
He says it jokingly but all it does is make her frown. He can tell she's displeased with this admission, though he didn't think it would come as a surprise to her, considering their many conversations. She's never had an issue with his past.
"I want you to forget about that," she whispers just before her lips travel further down and he understands then, that it is not about jealousy. She doesn't appreciate when he assumes her intentions. Theirs is not a sexual agreement, it is no agreement at all.
He wants to voice his feelings but then her lips wrap around his dick and he blanks. It is a novelty, even for him, to feel someone's mouth around his limp cock and not with the aim to get it hard. Manon hums, a sound of genuine relief, as if this is for her, somehow. For a moment he's mesmerized by the sight of her, one hand gingerly holding the base of his cock while the other strokes along his balls, and she looks so tender, as if her face is made of clouds. Every sensation is slightly altered in this state, the warm cavity of her mouth hugging the soft curve of him. Smaller as it is now, it still feels like there is more of him. So much room, no harsh pressure, no choking, no hurry, only this pliable mess. Her tongue languidly moves around him, taking in the new feel of him, eyes closed, every movement an act of dedication in its own right.
"Manon–"
He's not sure what he wants to say. Keep going. Stop. Don't stop.
"I love how you taste," she whispers, kissing all over his thighs, his abdomen, her hand, spit-slick, almost lazily moving over his cock. He should be hard as a rock by now, should be bursting, but there's nothing. He thinks that he is not drunk on whiskey now but her.
"Come here," he orders. "Manon–"
Her eyes flicker up to him, unsure if she hurt him, but that's not why he stops her. He suspects that he'll die if he doesn't feel her soft weight on top of him, if he can't kiss the mouth that makes him feel so profoundly accepted.
Obedient as she is, he soon feels the gentle curves of her body meeting his. He makes her straddle him, then hugs her tight. Before he can give any orders she's already kissing him and then he feels the unmistakeable wet heat of her as their hips slot together. She moans, not yet satisfied, and the movements that follow are slow, sensual, like a snake moving through sand. She looks at him and he's not sure what she's seeing, what's happening on his face.
"Hurts?" she whispers.
"No," he breathes, his hands on her hips now, urging her on. She's so wet that he hardly feels the friction but he does feel her heat whenever she slides across his tip. And it doesn't matter, that he can't fuck her, not when he's stripped barer than ever, when she peaks while cradling his cheek, pressing her mouth to his so desperately that not even the taste of whiskey could hold her back.
Perhaps it is the fact that she's coming on his soft dick that somehow throws him into the abyss. It feels almost like an orgasm, not as intense but akin in its relief. His body trembles underneath her, his cock twitches with the phantom of a memory, and a comfortable warmth spreads in him. It's not quite the same and yet somehow heightened. His arms close around her so that she can't get up, keeping her heaving chest pressed to his until he feels the sticky warmth of perspiration.
"You're an angel, sent to me beyond reason," he whispers. "I am not worthy."
"You're dramatic," she whispers but her cheeks are deeply red when she burries her face against his neck.
He doesn't disagree. It's not like he cares about the humiliations of the past but there is something healing in the way she's accepting of him in every crooked shape he shows her. Perhaps it is dramatic, he has a habit of losing himself in his passions, but there is a certain weight to finding someone who never shies away. So many moments in which he thought he'd finally ruined her and yet she still won't let go of him.
"Do you need anything?" she asks, peppering kisses all over his neck and chin.
"No," he says. "Just stay here."
"M'kay."
He knows she'll be asleep in a few seconds but what is running through his mind will keep him awake for hours, no doubt. His head is crystal clear now, the damned whiskey sweated out, and he wonders why he stayed out with the bishop at all. He finds that old comfort at having eased her anxieties, at least, particularly felt in the looseness of her body, the way the tension has all but melted from her.
Still, he kneads her back, her shoulders, her scalp, just to occupy his hands. Her skin is soft from her lotion, the smell of peaches and chamomile. He inhales it with relief like the first drag of a cigratte. Manon chuckles, rubbing her nose below his ear, and he pretends, under the strain of a slowly forming headache, that she didn't reshape his whole world tonight.
if you want to see manon, i have a drawing of her here :)
lots of kofi commissions from May! I had a delight working on @excentricanthropologist's commission so damn much. (this is referencing their short fic dedicated to my fruity boys) 🥺🍒🍓
Sons of Lucifer - a Ghost AU by my friend @reddeadhellhound
She's writing this very cool thing and I'm just very invested so I had to draw my pookie bear wife Secondo from it because- are you kidding me? Secondo? On a bike? Yes please any day any time
Go read it now now now-
I will be making the rest of the Papas in case you need a visual aid >:3
I now have YCH bases available for Papas I, II, and III available on my Kofi. There are limited slots available, so I don't get overworked, but slots refresh every time a commission is finished, so don't worry about if you can get a commission, but when.
The starting price is $40 with $10 for every add-on.
Inspired by @textsfromhannibal's pet human vampire AU, and the other fics in the universe written by @cruise-in-your-glow-bus @avocado-writing @vintageandroid @saintbowie @cowboyemeritus and @goldieghoulie.
It's my turn to play with dolls in this universe! Specifically Secondo my beloved lonely man who would be so intense about a pet.
While this is currently just one more introduction like chapter I may write more in the future!
Warnings: vampire au, humans as pets
Words: 2,007
Secondo sighed as he crept down the empty halls back to his rooms. Another failure. All of his research resulting in nothing. Hours of reading, researching, and interviewing others. All for naught. Perhaps he was being too picky. His brothers constantly complaining that he was in most matters in his unlife. Why would this matter be any different? The managers of the illegal stores, adoption agencies, Humane society, and even the pets themselves on the apps he had patronized in his search also claimed he was "too picky".
Rolling his eyes at the empty halls he reassured himself. He was not too picky! He was discerning. There was a difference Primo, he snidely thought to himself. Humans may not live forever, but they did live long enough. It was a life long commitment- a human's life, of course- to have a pet human. They were not a blood bag like the banks had in stock. They were not to drain and drop. A human pet required care, maintenance, and affection in some form. Secondo wanted a companion, not a drink. Well, he would be drinking from them often, but the point remained that they were more than just sustenance. Or would be once he found the right one.
His standards were high. For good reason, this was no matter to rush into. Many vampires had chosen to turn their companions when they began to age and health concerns presented themselves. Secondo expected he would grow attached to his first pet. Enough that he would offer them the option of being turned to join him for eternity. And so his affections would need to last for eternity. A pretty face alone would not maintain his interest forever, even if it never faded.
His discerning eye had been set to picking out the best of everything a pet human could need prior to beginning his search for a human pet. In that he had far better luck! Objects were customizable. Humans were not.
His rooms were covered with soft silks and warm throws now. A few soft plushies that Secondo himself found cute rested against the pillows. Difficult to see with the mountains of blankets on the bed alone. The second dresser he bought for his future pet had a whole drawer that was filled with water and snacks. Dishes for every occasion lived in the cabinets of the hastily put together kitchen. Including the smallest little cups. Small enough to be hidden in the palm of his hand, for espresso he assumed. Already he had plans being drafted for a proper kitchen nearby so that they were not restricted to the communal kitchens or set meals. In fact he was learning to perfect a few simple dishes himself. For when his pet inevitable caught a cold. Even the healthiest of humans tended to get sick on occasion.
He had everything prepared. Everything that did not require knowing any personal details about his pet…
Dodging the lengthening sun beams he cursed himself for being so impatient to find a good match that he remained out far longer than he should. Taking care with each step back to his room to not burn himself. He may need to call upon a Ghoul to help close the remaining curtains along his path- still ages away from his custom bed. One he had commissioned to replace sleeping in a coffin in anticipation of having a pet to share a space with.
He refused to go down to the catacombs to sleep in his deathbed coffin that he had foolishly put into storage prematurely. It would be admitting that he had failed to find someone to suit him. A sign of failure on his part that he refused to accept. One failure he could accept however was his failure to get back to his rooms. Giving in, accepting the need for some minor assistance he softly called for Alpha to come to his side. Settling in a patch of shadow that was unlikely to fade to wait for his arrival.
She knew that it was a bad idea to wander. Sunrise was approaching, the light of day slowly creeping through the windows. The building had been less empty than she had assumed based on the outside. Gothic architecture and slightly untamed garden encroaching on the walls apparently not a sign of abandonment. The sounds of life filling almost every room she had initially passed. Unseeing- or simply uncaring for her intrusion- thralls in shining masks patrolled the halls. Heart jumping out of her chest at the site of the first one. When nothing happened she slowly calmed. Realizing that they just seemed to walk around her. No words, no questioning looks, nothing. No acknowledgement at all.
While unnerving, the thralls were apparently harmless. Fortunately those who were conversing in the rooms she passed never left them. Going unseen by anyone who- unlike the thralls- would raise an alarm. Despite what every nerve in her body was screaming at her, she was not currently in any mortal peril.
Even so, the respite from the outside world she had sought was in fact not as safe as she had hoped. While currently the thralls saw it fit to pretend she wasn't there, that could change in a moment. Stumbling her way into the heart of a vampire clan inside of a not so abandoned church certainly was not her smartest idea. Rarely were any of her recent ideas smart anymore. She simply had no safe choices left to pick.
While the church was surprisingly full of dangerous life- well unlife- the current halls she walked were silent besides her own footfalls. The scarce beams of sunlight providing minuscule comfort. No vampires would be coming down this hall that were not already present. The window lined walls with tied open curtains made certain of that.
As a child she had clung to an old nightlight. Refusing to sleep unless it was plugged in next to her bed. Curling up as close to the subtle light as possible. Believing that it would protect her from the dangers of the night. Feeling like she was that frightened child once more as she darted between scraps of light. Fearful to stand in the dark. The creatures that go bump in the night far closer and far more real a threat than her childhood nightmares.
She would find a suitable place to lay low for the day before setting off again. Cursing the rhythm so unnatural to humans but now natural to her. Making her need to continue sleeping the day away, even now. It would be safer if she could adapt back to being awake during the day, and asleep all night long. No one who was looking for her would be prepared to look during the day. Still habit was hard to change. Shifts at the blood bank always had her scheduled all night… A trend that continued into her personal life even after being fired. It had simply been easier to become nocturnal. Screwed over sleep schedule and general life, pushing the stake thought that man was still worth the current instability of her life. After all, she still had a life to live.
Taking a chance with the nearest room. Cringing at the gentle creaking of the heavy, dark wooden doors when she pushed them open. Huffing at the fifth well furnished room her search revealed. For a building that had seemed uninhabited it certainly lacked empty rooms. Heart racing at the constantly increasing count of the vampire brood it suggested. Just how many vampires were living here, ready to drink her dry?
Absence of a coffin in favor of a bed tempting her to linger. Without a coffin it should be safe enough… Stepping hesitantly into the room until the door swung closed behind her. The bed held within a dark wood cabinet like structure. The "doors" open so that the deep green bedspread was viable. Even without touching it she knew that she would sink comfortably into it. Blankets piled atop of the mattress resembling a cozy nest.
It was almost day break…
The chances of a vampire entering this specific room so slim. No coffin, instead a bed that would partially conceal her if someone did enter the room. It was almost perfect for hiding. A truly abandoned area of this massive labyrinth would be best, however she could spend hours trying to find such a spot. Exhaustion pulled her towards the bed. Body beginning to give up the moment she considered giving into rest.
Hesitantly she dropped down onto the edge of the bed. Heart fluttering as the moment passes without any vampires jumping out from underneath the bed to reprimand her. Sinking into the bed, just as soft as she assumed. A cloud consuming her aching body. She would rest here. No one would know and by the next nightfall she would be gone. Curling up as small as she could make herself. Just in case.
There was a human in his bed.
Unfamiliar. And he knew each of the feeding flock. Helped Primo and Sister Imperator to vet each one allowed into their home. They could have chosen a new addition while he was busy attempting to find his own personal suitable pet human… Unlikely, as they often bickered about such matters. More for hobby than any true disagreement on what the expected standards were. Although Sister tended to favor bland flavored men that would hold little appeal to the rest of the clan and clergy.
Even if she was a new addition she was a far distance from the rooms set aside for the feeding flock. A lost lamb would also have thralls searching far and wide for her. If Secondo didn't notice a tissy like that, Alpha would have mentioned such an commotion to him if it was happening. And Alpha had not said a word to him of such a tissy occurring while he was gone. In fact he had not said a word, simply looked at him with humor about his sunshine dilemma.
So, there was a strange nocturnal human in his bed.
Deeply inhaling. Debating what should be done about this dilemma. They didn't appear dangerous. No signs of being a hunter. Lack of a crucifix around her neck also suggesting a lack of religious righteousness that would compel her to attack him. Harmless. She seemed harmless enough.
The subtle scent of peppery vanilla slowly registering. Calm, comforting, and sweet. With just a hint of spice to keep it from being one dimensional. Salivating, even though he was satiated from his earlier meals. Swallowing down his urge to bite down into her skin. Eyes catching site of the scabbed over marks covering her neck. She had been fed from before- sloppily. With the numerous healing marks it had also been recent. All within different stages of healing. A few faint- to human eyes- scars present that he assumed her hair would typically cover.
She would not be trusting. Yet, perhaps his search for a pet was over. Here was one that appealed to him, left for him to find in his own room. It was unforeseen if they would clash personally, but it was worth an attempt. There were few other locations to look for a perfect match left that he had not already searched that were within a day of travel from the Ministry. With any fortune when she woke he could entice her to stay with a warm meal to start, and other luxuries should they be a good match.
Climbing into bed beside her as he closed the doors to the enclosed bed. Plunging the two of them into darkness so that he could rest. Sunlight could not reach his bed by design, but he needed the pure darkness to truly sleep. Carefully positioning himself so that he would notice if she woke without directly touching her.
It was certain to be a interesting introduction in the evening, no matter what happened.
