#vampire!matty

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no fr can we actually talk about vampire matty. all this talk is making me yearn for him

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creatures of the night (vampire!matty x reader fluff)

once again, promptober. you find out the truth about the guy you're seeing. enjoy <3

the lift dings, wrought iron doors sliding open silently; if you weren't so preoccupied by the heavy cast-iron pot in your arms, you might've been impressed at how easily they moved, far more so than their shuddery modern counterparts. usually, you hate lifts, a combination of the rickety movement and your own claustrophobia preventing you from even setting foot in one, but this one is alright. maybe it's the smoothness it moves with, or the alluring glamour of the old building, or the fact that it's your only known option for going up other than the fire escape, and you'd rather not have the rain ruin your hair.

or maybe it's the fact that it leads to matty's place.

the mere thought of him has your cheeks lifting into a stupid grin. yeah, it's probably that.

the lift dings again, doors opening to penthouse level. stepping out, you wish you had a free hand you could fix your hair with - it's the least you could do to make yourself presentable before seeing your… well, whatever you and matty are at this point. you haven't kissed him yet (although you really, really want to), but you've gone out with him a few times, and things are good. promising. headed in the right direction.

well, you wouldn't be heading to his flat to surprise him with soup after he cancelled a date due to illness if they weren't, would you?

shaking your head in a probably poor attempt to make your hair look like it's effortlessly cascading down your back (but the hours you spent curling it would say otherwise), you turn down the short hallway towards matty's front door, attempting to readjust the pot in your arms so you can ring the doorbell; it proves to be impossible, so you resolve just to put it on the ground. 

and that's when you notice it - little droplets of what is unmistakably blood, leading from about halfway down the hallway, right up to matty's door. which, you also notice, is slightly ajar.

fear pierces your skin, turning your veins to ice. he's bleeding? why?

careful not to disturb the blood, and thanking whatever higher power might exist that you didn't wear white shoes, you pad up to the door, fear becoming replaced by concern with every step as you notice the droplets getting bigger, like matty's begun bleeding more profusely the closer he got to the house. breathing slowly, you shimmy through the open door - like the lift, its hinges are well-oiled and silent - and follow the trail of blood round the familiar route towards the kitchen. a sort-of strangled moan breaks the silence and urges you to move faster, towards your seemingly pained… whatever matty is.

only, when you turn the corner into the kitchen proper, you find he isn't in pain at all. or, for that matter, anything like you thought he was.

instead, he's hunched over the sink, mouth latched onto a clear plastic bag full of dark red liquid, completely shotgunning it. streams of the liquid - you can't bring yourself to call it what it is - pour down the sides of his mouth, onto his hands and the definitely-expensive t-shirt he's wearing; somewhere in the back of your mind, you hope it doesn't stain the lovely hardwood flooring.

what the fuck? that's what you're worried about? flooring? after just discovering that your potential boyfriend is a vampire? you ought to get a grip.

ironically, it's at that exact moment that you lose it - of the pot, that is. it goes crashing to the floor, somehow miraculously staying upright, and the sudden noise sends matty in the opposite direction in surprise. “jesus christ!” he looks up, bloody mouth falling open and eyes - red, you notice - widening in shock. neither of you speak for a second, and your mind throws up the advice from the pro-vampire PSAs you all watched in high school after they made themselves publicly known in society: vampires are of no danger to humans. vampires will not attack humans, unless provoked while hungry or feeding.

well, fuck. you need to get out of there. now.

without breaking eye contact with matty, you step backwards. he blinks, then speaks. “sweetheart, i can explain-”

“no, no, it's fine,” you hear yourself say, in a surprisingly steady voice. “i'll leave you to it. if you could just, y'know, get the pot back to me once you're finished with it, thanks,” you speed up your backwards walking, throwing your arm out in front of you when matty moves to follow; whether in a wave goodbye or a gesture for him to keep back, you've no idea. “have a nice… night.”

once you're around the corner, you run, faster than you think you've ever moved before. the living room mostly passes in a blur, aside from a quick stop by the couch when you almost slide on the blood, and before you know it you're back at the lift - which, horrifyingly, is back at the ground floor. heart racing, blood running cold, you press the button once, twice, a third time out of complete desperation, before shakily whimpering “fuck!” and running around the hallway to look for another exit. surely, surely, there must be some sort of fire door, a stairwell - you'd think a vampire of all things might need a means of making a swift exit from burning flames.

matty, a vampire. you can't quite believe it.

that is, until he materialises beside you, just as you're attempting to wrench open a door hidden beside the lift. “darling, please…”

“no,” your voice is a broken sob, a noise that turns into a full-on wail when what you thought was an exit turns out to be a cleaner's cupboard. when you turn to leave, matty's standing there, blocking you. “please just let me go.”

“no.”

you wail even harder, crouching to the ground. “please,” you cry. “i can't do this.”

“sweetheart, i'm not going to-”

“no. i can't do small spaces like this,” you sniffle. “i'm going to be sick if i stay in here any longer, i mean it.”

matty's brow furrows. “are you freaking out because you're… claustrophobic? more than you are because of, well, me?”

you nod, silent tears streaming down your face. his - still bloodstained - softens as he moves aside. “oh, darling. let me help you,” he reaches his hand out, pulling it back abnormally fast when you recoil; your heart sinks a little bit when you see the sadness on his face. “of course,” he steps back, same pace as you. “sorry.”

“thank you,” pulling yourself up, you step out into the hallway, immediate calm flooding through you as soon as you leave the cupboard. in the fluorescent light, the blood - well, you assume it's that plasma stuff you can buy in the shops now - on matty's face is an even stranger sight, and you don't quite know what to say. “you're quite a messy eater, huh?”

he chuckles, and you smile at the familiar sound. “s'pose so,” almost shyly, he picks at the neck of his shirt. “this might be ruined now.”

“nah. put it in a bucket of cold salt water and let it steep before you wash it. good as new.”

the brow furrows again. “and how do you know that?”

you smile awkwardly. “well, i was born with a uterus, sooooo…”

“right, yeah, of course,” matty clears his throat, and you hold in a giggle about his discomfort. “m'really sorry i scared you, darling.”

“why didn't you tell me before, y'know, that you were a,” you gesture wildly, unable to say it. “v-word?”

he smirks. “because i'm not a virgin, sweetheart.”

“fuck off, you know what i meant,” you roll your eyes. “did you feel like you couldn't trust me?”

“no, no, not at all,” matty shakes his head, vehement. “just didn't wanna freak you out, y'know? but i s'pose that backfired.”

“matty…”

“i really am sorry. honest,” his eyes are fading back to the brown you find so pretty; something lights inside you when you notice the old adoration in them. “this isn't how i wanted this to go, not at all, but… i really care about you, darling. i need you to know that, i really do, because it's partly why i didn't tell you before now,” he holds out a bloody hand, and you take it without thinking; the cold and wet aren't so bad, really. “i feel so normal around you. well, normal isn't the right word, because i truly don't feel the same about everyone else as i do with you - more like ordinary, like i'm just a boy with a massive crush on a girl who's too good for him, and not… well, a monster. and i think i just wanted to keep that feeling a little while longer. does that make sense, kinda?”

sweet boy. nodding, you bring his hand to your lips - matty winces when your lips make contact with the blood substitute, but you don't react. to be honest, it's not terrible. “you have a massive crush on me?”

he nods, the motion accompanied by a small smile. “i do. sorry you had to find out this way.”

you shrug. “at least i know now,” tentatively, you move to stand in front of him, bringing your free hand to rest on his cheek; matty exhales as you do, nuzzling into your touch with a tenderness that makes you beam. “i'm not seeing anyone else, you know.”

one pretty eye opens. “just me?”

“yeah,” you stroke his cheek with your thumb. “just you getting my affections. and my soup.”

matty giggles, and you genuinely question why you were scared earlier. “you were very sweet to bring that over, by the way.”

“can you even eat it?”

“i mean, it won't really make a dent in my hunger. but it's vaguely satisfying at the time.”

you nod knowingly. “like mcdonald's.”

“exactly,” matty pauses, then snorts. “i say that like i ever ate it as a human. well after my time, that one.”

leaning back, you squint at him. “wait - how old actually are you?”

“seventeen.”

“don't you dare quote twilight to me, healy.”

“sorry, sorry,” matty grins, bringing a hand up to cover yours on his cheek. “if you'd like to come in, i'll tell you all about me. probably best if you're sitting down, to be honest.”

“alright,” looking over his shoulder, you wince at the blood smeared all over the hallway. “d'you want a hand cleaning up first?”

matty glances back, wincing too. “if you wouldn't mind, darling.”

you nod. “i'll get the bleach.”

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IM FUCKING CRYING BYE

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girly do we have any vampire thoughts to share

happy halloween!! yes, i have several thoughts about him, and the first is that he's genuinely shit-scared of ghosts despite being practically related to them lmfao - there's no consensus on whether or not they're actually real in this AU, but i think you're a bit of a woo woo diva (if you'd like more info on how i see reader in this au, lmk, but of course i'm aware that it's x reader and you might rather leave it open to your own interpretation!!) and you have a sensitivity for the spirit realm, and the first time you're like "oh. this place is haunted. i can tell we're not alone" when you and matty go into some olf building on a day out... bro is TERRIFIED lol. so are a lot of his vampire friends, actually; you wonder if it's a lingering cultural thing, because it's the older vampires who seem to be most wary (aka not ross, who rolls his eyes whenever his friends start visibly freaking out at the concept of ghosts), and they probably grew up in more superstitious times. regardless, you find it fascinating, and extremely funny - on more than one occasion, you've told a distressed vampire or two to "get a grip. that's basically your cousin" lmfao. in terms of the more sexy stuff, recently he's really been enjoying role reversal in the sense that he likes it when YOU bite HIM, rather than the other way around; vampire skin CAN be broken by human teeth, but it takes a lot of persistence and you really need to do it repeatedly in order to get a hickey to stay put. of course, this means more time for matty with you on top of him, licking and biting and sucking at his neck while you grind down onto him, and he thinks it might be the closest to heaven he'll ever get as a vampire - that said, he hasn't fucked you everywhere yet... anyway, yeah, he gets off when you bite him lol. of course he'll turn you, eventually <3

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scared

that's a vampire that is

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Does this qualify as vampire matty? I mean, he looks like one of the cullens

oh absolutely. thank u gorgeous ladie ily <3

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Vampire!Matty and girlie’s first time together??? Feel like he’s had a LONG time to perfect his craft in the bedroom …. WAIT would he be way more into period sex (sorry if that’s too much 🫣)

period sex has to be its own blurb and i have no less than 8 asks about it so stay tuned lol. the first time you generally just have sex... it happens after you've both gotten caught in the rain on the way back from a date - it's a month or so into actually properly dating, and given that the day was so overcast it meant you and matty could actually go out in the afternoon for once without risking him getting hurt. and it's a lovely day! you go out to a museum (and whisper "that's you" every time you see a fossil lol), then to the pub to watch the football, and it's just so... normal, and human, and matty absolutely loves it. the sex wasn't foreseen, but neither was the rain you get caught in on the way back to matty's - by the time you get into the lift to the penthouse, you're both soaked to the skin, clothes clinging to every contour of your body and breaths coming heavy (even matty, who technically doesn't even need to breathe lol), and the sexual tension is so crazy you HAVE to make out on the way up. the walk into the flat is calm, but by the time you get in you've already decided you're going to fuck him today, so you make a point of stripping off slowly while looking at him like "need to get out of these clothes. i'm too... wet". he's a vampire, yeah, but he's also a man, and as soon as he sees you naked matty's a goner; you're in his bed in seconds, kissing down his neck while he undresses, touching his face and nodding and whispering "please. i need you" when he pauses for a nanosecond before sliding in. it's sweeter than you anticipated (which is welcome!), but SO good - like you said, he knows what he's doing, and he looks at you like you're a work of art AND decorates your body like one when the pleasure in him gets too much to contain, and is truly genuinely the best you've ever had. and that's BEFORE he gets his mouth on you. jesus christ <3

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Omg YES vampire Matty night - does he share his whole story after girlie finds out he’s a vampire? What’s the story on how he turned (on purpose, accident, victim of a vamp attack)? So much lore!!

he shares his story right after you find out, yeah!! i think he was human during the late victorian era, to be honest - grew up in a middle-class northern family ("dad owned the farm, but we all worked on it"), was honestly a little bit of a fruit/too into literature and music so he moved to london (the way he phrases it to you is "you know... teen angst. like in lady bird where she says she wants to go where culture is. and that one bronski beat song") and hung around the literati ("oscar wilde used to flirt with me, you know. m'serious. i'm the basis for dorian gray" "nice try, healy, he was blonde in the book" "...ah, fuck") of the era. as it turns out, he was turned by an unknown vampire in the early 1900s, when he was in his early thirties, after almost dying from tuberculosis (ironically, also named consumption); he's like "i don't know why they chose me of all people-" and you interrupt like "because you were beautiful, matthew. you were beautiful anyway, and then you got TB, which everyone thought was a flattering malady - one of the brontës said that, i think - and whoever turned you probably thought it would've been a waste to let you die". and matty thinks for a second, and you worry you've offended or upset him, but he just smiles shyly and says "you think i'm beautiful?", the little shit, and you just roll your eyes and grin like "a little bit, yeah". anyway, he laid low for a bit after that, coming to terms with vampirism and relearning how to be a part of society, which meant he missed ww1, and spent ww2 working in paris for the resistance and chilling with sartre and camus - he stayed there for part of the 50s, then split his time between london and new york in the 60s and 70s ("punk was SO fun"), and spent the 80s back in manchester being angsty and emo again on the indie scene, and he's been in london ever since. all his money was made from an invention, inspired by the punks he hung around with: tattoo ink that didn't dissolve in vampires' venom-filled blood, which he patented and made a fucking FORTUNE from, a fortune that only keeps increasing and means he doesn't have to work and can get away with being part of the nightlife. he's gorgeous, he's sweet, he's funny, and he's totally head over heels for you in a way he's never been before. i love him <3