Can u do one where harry is a vampire (bc it’s October hehe) and Y/N lets him bite her for the first time but she is secretly a little scared
the reality of the situation only sunk in for y/n moments before it was supposed to happen. she had been so nonchalant about the idea when she first proposed it earlier this week, but as she watched harry set the room up in preparation, her heart began to sink just a little.
the vampire laid a few towels on the bed, a bandage, some juice, and a few cookies on the bedside table, and even lit a few soothing candles along the shelves. y/n wrung her hands in her lap as she watched. it wasn’t that she didn’t trust harry, but rather she wasn’t very good at tolerating pain. but he had gone through all the trouble of buying her favorite sweets and candle scents, and the girl just couldn’t bring herself to back out now.
“right,” harry’s melodic voice snapped y/n out of her thoughts, “all done. you ready, m‘ love?”
“yeah,” she forced out, drawing her cheeks up into what she hoped was a realistic smile.
harry sat down on the bed next to y/n, sending her a gentle smile before carefully snaking his arms around her hips and pulling her into his lap. he looked down at her face, reaching a hand up to softly brush against her left cheek. y/n’s heart was racing.
“kiss?” the vampire puckered his lips. y/n leaned up and gave him a lingering peck— nothing intense or deep. harry sighed. “thank you.”
y/n only hummed in response, breath hitching just a little as his fingers moved down to her chin, tilting her head back ever so tenderly, easing her into the position that he knew worked best for this. the girl felt his lips begin to plant sweet, barely-there kisses to her neck, where she assumed the bite marks would find purchase shortly. as she felt them part, she braced herself for a sting, but it never came.
“darling,” harry whispered against the skin of her neck. more kisses. “can feel your pulse hammering ’gainst m‘ mouth. what’s wrong, love?”
y/n knew there was no way he’d let this go, so out came the truth. “harry, i’m… ’m scared,” she said, the last couple words coming out barely louder than a whisper. “’m sorry,” she added, looking down into her lap.
harry didn’t get upset. he didn’t ask questions, didn’t make her feel bad. instead, he simply cradled her head to his chest. “don’t be sorry, love. i understand. ’m not mad.”
“i know you need this,” she said, voice muffled by the fabric of his old sweater. “and everything was fine, but then we were about to do it, and i… i wasn’t….”
“i know. i know, ’s okay. i can go another night without any. i’ll ask niall to bring me a bag tomorrow morning or something.”
somehow, the alternative seemed worse to y/n. she had promised harry they could do this, and she remembered how his face had lit up when she did. she could go through with it. she could handle a little pain, right? and harry would be there— he’d take care of her.
“no,” she mumbled, pulling away. “i’ll do it. i want to. just need to mentally prepare for a minute, ’s all.”
“baby…,” harry said. “are you sure?”
“yes. just… hold me, please?”
harry’s eyes softened even more, cradling the human girl in his arms again as he tilted her head back once more. he did the same routine, kissing her neck before nudging it gently with his nose. “ready?”
“mhm.”
there was a lot of pressure, a sharp sting, and an uncomfortable heat in y/n’s neck at the bite. she gripped harry’s shoulders, feeling blood drip down to the alcove of her collarbones. harry held her tightly, listening for her pulse to make sure it didn’t grow weak.
when it was done, y/n was seconds away from blacking out. all she would remember the next morning was the sweet caress of harry’s thumb along her eyebrow, and his voice cooing, “’m so proud of you, darling. did so well. sleep, baby. i’ll be here when you wake.”
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