#vampire!oswald

[broken-lycan]

@postmortemboobjob my pitch for vampire Oswald: Diphylla ecaudata (the hairy-legged vampire bat) second picture is especially endearing imo. looks like such a little gremlin

(last image when Ed has caught him/holds him xD)

[thelivingfactor]

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Final chapter of my Nygmobblepot vampire/werewolf AU is up! Can’t believe this story is finally finished - it’s been a crazy ride but if you’ve enjoyed reading it half as much as I have had writing it, I’ll be happy. So much love to you all!

[thedeevirus]

Vampire Oswald finding out how his bite effects ed? Maybe he catches Ed jerking off after?

Anonymous said:NSFW Vampire!Oswald please!!

Anonymous said:okay so I’m up for either nsfw or angst for vampire!oswald (bonus I guess if Ed offers his neck/blood to Oswald or if Oswald hungers/is desperate)!! also I’m? so happy you’re still writing ficlets for this au?? I adore your writing so much

Anonymous said:I need more Vampire!Oswald, STAT!

Here you all go! WARNING: NSFW! (HENCE THE KEEP READING TAG)Also uploaded to my Nygmobblepot Ficlet Collection on AO3

Oswaldleant his head against the side of the pigeon coop and sighed heavily, shameprickling along his clammy skin. Overhead thunder clouds rumbled, the night airfeeling close and thick due to the gathering storm. The streets of the Narrowswere empty, the denizens already sheltering from the imminent downpour. Oswaldwould have to go back inside as well to avoid getting soaked.He hoped Ed would be tending to the wound on his arm. The wound Oswald had caused.

Oswaldstill wasn’t quite sure what had happened.One moment he and Ed had just been kissing: gentle pecks as usual whilesnuggling together in bed. Their courtship had not progressed beyond chastekisses and Oswald was grateful for Ed’s consideration of his inexperience. Theyhad seen each other naked (after all Ed had seen Oswald naked all those monthsbefore when he had rescued him from the woods) and enjoyed sleeping in the nudetogether but Oswald was not in a rush to escalate things.   But for some reason, during their make out session, Oswald had remembered thesight of Ed’s bloody mouth that day on the docks. The way it had glistened on Ed’steeth when he had smiled and the tang of it on Oswald’s tongue as they hadshared their first halting kiss on the pier after he had saved Ed from Sofia’sthugs. He wondered if that was how Ed would look if he were a vampire?The image had ramped up the pleasurable warmth that had been building insideOswald to a rampant, throbbing heat and he had deepened the kiss automatically,moaning as he felt his length begin to tent his trousers.Ed had responded enthusiastically, his fingers entwining in Oswald’s hair,dragging him closer and closer.Oswald had chased the sensations, luxuriating in this new, deeper and somehowmore meaningful kind of hunger than what he usually experienced. It felt goodto indulge, to be rough, to let go…The next thing he knew he was holding Ed down, fingers clamped on Ed’sshoulders as he ravished his mouth, their tongues dancing in the wet heat, sendingthunderbolts through Oswald’s body and-Then Ed had given a startled cry of painand Oswald had halted immediately. Looking down, he had seen that his nails had transformed into curved claws andpierced Ed’s arm. Blood pooled beneath the points and Oswald had let goimmediately.As he had looked around for something to help with the wound, Oswald had caughta glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. It was an old wife’s tale thatvampires had no reflections at all and what Oswald had seen in the glass hadsmashed through the pleasant haze dragging him immediately back to cold reality.In the midst of his delirium, he had accidentally dropped his human glamourrevealing his real vampiric face.Seeing his monstrous face revealed and Ed’s widened eyes beneath him, Oswaldhad leapt from the bed and instantly fled the room. He had run out into thedarkness where monsters like him belonged.

Oswaldhad reached the roof before his panic had receded and he realised that he hadbeen wrong to flee. Ed’s welfare mattered, not Oswald’s panicked indulgence ofhis shame. So, Oswald had tried to calm down by counting to ten with deepbreaths inhaled through the nose and exhaled through the mouth before returninginside to face Ed. In the process, he had come to a startling revelation.He was in heat. Oswald knew there was no other reason for the severity of the reaction he hadjust experienced. The predatory fixation on domination and drive to mate hadbeen nearly overpowering. Oswald had never experienced such desire before as ahuman or a vampire. When his heat period had come around previously it had beenakin to a nagging itch to be scratched, not something to be enjoyed. Oswald hadalways satisfied himself in the past, feeling uncomfortable yet relieved whenhe climaxed. Was the sensation he had felt earlier what humans and vampiresfelt every time they were sexually aroused? It seemed exhausting! Unsure what to think about this, he focused his preternatural senses to checkif Ed was alright before heading back inside.Only to detect Ed’s heartbeat pounding like the hammers of Hell.

Worried,Oswald instantly transformed into a cloud of mist and flew down the side of thebuilding and in through Ed’s open bedroom window. As he drifted past thecurtains billowing in the warm night air, he was startled at the sight thatgreeted him.

Edwas naked amidst the mussed blankets, pyjamas discarded on the floor and legsakimbo, his pale flesh illuminated by the neon green sign outside his apartmentwindow. He was thrusting two glistening fingers in and out of his ass, his cockpainfully erect as he bucked his hips, groaning. Ed raised his injured arm and Oswaldwatched, enraptured as Ed licked the bloody trail like a cat grooming, hislithe arm outstretched and fingers spread. Ed’s Adam’s apple bobbed as heswallowed the few droplets he had taken and Oswald swallowed hard in unison.He knew for certain now.The hunger he had felt earlier was nothing to do with blood. It was everything to do with Ed.Oswald wanted Ed. Wanted him in a way he had never wanted anyone else.

‘Holdme’, Ed said, staring right at Oswald’s miasmic form.

Oswaldwas so surprised at Ed addressing him that he lost focus and resumed his normalshape automatically.

‘Oswald,hold me’, Ed repeated, his pleading audible even over the rumbling thunderoverhead.

Oswaldmoved towards the bed as if hypnotised.

‘Please…helpme finish’, Ed whispered desperately as Oswald crawled onto the bed, ‘Please’.

Edtilted his head back onto the pillow, a dark blue vein livid against the whiteflesh illuminated as lightning flashed outside and, removing his fingers fromhis entrance, took hold of his cock. Oswald obeyed. The way Ed was gazing up at him, he couldn’t help it. To have someonepractically beg for his caress, plead for him to indulge his hunger, was toomuch to resist.As he sank his teeth into Ed’s waiting neck and felt Ed spasm, milky cum shiningin the moonlight as he ejaculated, Oswald closed his eyes, trying desperatelyto reconcile the drive to feed with the much deeper desire awakening insidehim.

A fewmoments later, they were lying in bed side by side, fully clothed and Edbearing a fresh bandage on his neck. Rain hammered down outside, only servingto highlight how comfortable and safe the bed seemed. Oswald lay with his headresting on Ed’s chest, listening to Ed’s heartbeat. It was calmer now. Content.Peaceful.

‘How’dyou know I was there?’ Oswald asked.His voice sounded loud in the mellow darkness.

‘Ialways know’, Ed replied, the trace of a smile in his words, ‘I wanted you tosee’.

‘Seewhat?’

‘Howmuch I want you’.

Oswaldtouched Ed’s arm wound meaningfully. Ed smiled and placed a hand over Oswald’ssqueezing it reassuringly.

‘You’resure?’ Oswald asked quietly.

‘Itrust you Oswald’, Ed said softly, ‘Fear is no excuse not to try. That is, ifyou want me the same way? Because if you don’t it’s okay-’

‘Ido! I know I do. I just want you to be safe’.

‘Don’tworry’, Ed said.

Hesteepled his fingers and lay on his back, gazing at the ceiling as he set hisformidable brain to the task.

‘Ihave some ideas’, he mused.

**

Thus,a date was set and preparations began. Ed drew up a rigorous diet plan of red meat, kidney, liver, leafy greenvegetables, eggs and legumes for himself to increase his red blood count. Theyhad decided to include a bite and a small feeding session for Oswald in their lovemaking.Both because Ed genuinely enjoyed the sensation and because of Ed’s theory thatOswald trying to suppress his instincts was a worse idea than allowing him tomate the way vampires were supposed to. Vampires were fundamentally predatorsand as such mated enthusiastically with an emphasis on dominance and displaysof strength. Whilst Ed trusted Oswald implicitly, he also didn’t want theirdesire for safe coitus to completely override the atmosphere and specialsignificance of the act. He didn’t want it to be akin to a chore. Ed also visited his doctor for a physical to ensure his body would be healthyenough to take whatever Oswald could dish out and received a clean bill ofhealth.Meanwhile, Oswald got into the habit of clipping his claws daily to avoidfurther accidents and made sure he fed well on human blood purchasedsurreptitiously from blood banks in the month leading up to the date they hadagreed for their first time to help dampen his hunger. He also researched humanmating positions and etiquette: after all he had not bothered with them when hehad been human and had been even less concerned with them as a vampire beforemeeting Ed. He familiarised himself with them quickly and hoped he would beable to perform when the time came without getting carried away. He also hopedhe would feel something akin to the strong instinctual pull he had felt before withEd rather than the polite disinterest he unfailingly felt while researching themechanics of mating. He didn’t understand how pornography films and magazinesexcited human males when Oswald just felt as if he were studying for a test.Nevertheless, he persevered. Ed’s happiness and sexual satisfaction were worth the hours of watching monotonous,vulgar, gyrating flesh in varying positions.

**

‘Remember,the safe word is ‘umbrella’’, Ed said, throwing his briefs outside of theblanket.

‘Iremember’, Oswald confirmed, getting into position so he and Ed were lyingbeside each other.

DespiteOswald’s nervousness, as soon as he felt Ed’s warm hand on his skin, he felthimself melting into Ed’s touch.  

‘Justbefore we start’, Ed said, ‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Always’.

‘Beforewe start, can I see you? Like you were the other night?’

‘Why?’

‘Iwant you to know you don’t ever have to hide from me’.

‘Just-justfor a moment, alright? Don’t want my teeth getting in the way once we…get going’.

‘Iunderstand’.

‘Itrust you Ed’, Oswald said.

Ednodded solemnly, and, with a final squeeze of Ed’s hand, Oswald dropped hisglamour.

‘Fascinating’,Ed breathed, his analytical mind committing every one of Oswald’s unveiled physicaltraits to memory, ‘May I?’

Oswaldnodded and Ed reached out a hand to stroke Oswald’s cheek. He smiled fondly ashe saw the porcelain skin blush beneath his fingertips. Despite the warmth ofthe blood Oswald had consumed, Oswald’s skin felt cooler and harder than humanskin, like marble hidden beneath a soft, velvet like veneer. His eyes werestill the same colour but his pupils had narrowed to those of a cat’s, an obvioussign of his superior dark vision. Ed marvelled at the lethality in Oswald’snatural face. His eyes were as fierce as a bird of prey’s and his claws shonein the dim light from where his hands were resting in his lap. His sharp canineteeth barely poked beneath his top lip, akin to a tantalising peek at the perfectpredator Oswald truly was inside.Ed thought he was beautiful. Then again, he had always thought that.

Ed usedboth hands to caress Oswald’s face and was rewarded with a small hiss as Oswaldleant into his touch, rubbing his face against the heels of Ed’s open palms asEd ruffled his hair. Ed, gratified that his strategy had successfully helpedOswald relax, leant in for a gentle kiss. Just as Oswald had said, he resumedhis glamour, his teeth shrinking away behind his parting lips.

Justlike the night when Oswald had lost control, the kiss swiftly deepened into amore savage kiss. Both fought for dominance as Ed nibbled Oswald’s lips andOswald sucked hard on Ed’s tongue. After a few minutes, they broke the kiss,breathing hard, pupils blown and mouths bruised.

‘You’redelicious’, Oswald purred, running his tongue along Ed’s jawline.

‘Youhaven’t sampled the best parts of me yet’, Ed whispered into Oswald’s ear.

Helaid his head against the pillow and tilted his chin up, feeling the usualshiver of anticipation as Oswald’s eyes alighted on his exposed, vulnerableneck.Oswald’s lips caressed the vein with a tender kiss and Ed felt as much as heardthe whispered words ‘I love you’ before the pain of penetration by Oswald’steeth.The pain vanished almost immediately, replaced by the usual, mindless bliss Edalways felt when Oswald fed on him. He felt as if he were floating on a warmwave that built and built as Oswald’s ‘attentions’ deepened. It was likegetting drunk without any of the unpleasant side effects: a relaxing haze thatalso sent shivers down your spine and electrified the pleasure centres. Ed couldfeel his cock pulse in time with the heartbeat growing louder in his ears.Oswald’s hands were gentle as they held him in place, his fingers combingthrough Ed’s hair comfortingly, cradling him in a deep embrace. Ed’s own handstrayed to his cock, barely pumping it: just enough friction to make him hungryfor more.Regardless of his self imposed restrictions, when Ed could feel a familiarcoiling sensation beginning in his stomach, he hurriedly patted Oswald’sshoulder.

‘Ah! Umbrella!’Ed gasped, shuddering at the sudden rush of cool air on his skin as Oswaldstopped feeding immediately.

‘DidI hurt you?’ Oswald asked, his concern obvious despite his deliberately casualtone.

Edkissed Oswald’s cheek, catching a glimpse of his reflection in Oswald’s bright,blood red eyes. He tasted blood in his mouth and realised he had accidentally gotsome of the blood from the corner of Oswald’s mouth in his own. Ed smiled: itlooked as if Oswald had clumsily applied bright red lipstick.

‘No’,Ed said, stroking Oswald’s face, ‘I just don’t want to spend it all at once’.

‘I’mglad’, Oswald said with a wicked smile that showed his bloody teeth, ‘I’m readyto move on to the main course’.

Edfelt his heart flutter as Oswald’s eyes changed back to their familiar palegreen in a strange form of reverse bleeding. It made his stare all the more intense.Like a snake staring down a mouse. As he felt Oswald force him down, Ed understoodwhy mice stood still while the snake swallowed them whole. Those eyes were… enthralling.

Edthrilled as Oswald pinned his wrists down, the iron strength in Oswald’s grip atelectrifying odds with the gentle, attentive kisses he was placing along Ed’s collarbone.His tongue flicked delicately over the skin like a butterfly’s wing and beforelong, Ed was practically writhing beneath him. Ed was so busy luxuriating inthe feather light caresses that he didn’t notice Oswald drifting lower andlower, so much so that he kept his wrists pinned even though Oswald had let go.

Oswald’stongue flicking over the head of his erection was a different story. Ed’s eyessnapped open and he looked down to see Oswald gazing up at him, an expressionof almost perverse innocence on his face as he lathed Ed’s cock with histongue, pink still tinging his saliva. At the same time, Oswald’s long fingers cuppedEd’s ballsack, the tips of his nails tickling the skin and making Ed’s hips buck.Ed mewled like an animal, silently begging Oswald to take his cock into hismouth. Oswald feigned curiosity, tilting his head but then smirked and wrappedhis fingers around it instead. Ed quivered at Oswald’s cold fingers around theimpossible heat of his member but these tremors segued into pleasurable,languid thrusts as Oswald began to pump slowly. A few (all too short) secondslater, Oswald let go, holding up his fingers glistening with Ed’s precum intriumph.

‘Ifyou need lube-‘ Ed began but gasped.

Oswald sucked obscenely on his fingers and withdrew them from his mouth. A thick mix of saliva and blood mingled on his digits. Oswaldlowered his hand so his fingertips were pointing at Ed’s entrance. Ed’s breath hitchedand he parted his legs to grant Oswald better access. Oswald, sensing Ed’ssilent consent, traced a fingertip around Ed’s hole, the blood painting it avibrant red, it’s smell and the smell of Ed’s lust making the hairs on the backof Oswald’s neck stand on end.

Ohdear’, Ed said breathlessly, the ticklish sensation incredibly erotic and simultaneouslymaddening.It was better than any lube!Ed repeated the phrase like a mantra and Oswald’s ministrations sped up until(after what seemed like an eternity), the first of Oswald’s fingers penetratedhis entrance. Ed’s back arched against the bed but before he could recover,Oswald added a second finger making Ed cry out in pleasure as his toes clenchedand his fingers curled into claws as they gripped the bedsheet.

‘Areyou going to keep saying that all night?’ Oswald teased.

‘N-no’.

‘Thentell me what I want to hear’.

‘Fuckme Oswald’.

‘Begyour pardon?’

‘Pleasefuck me! For the love of God, fuck me!’

Oswaldplunged inside without further ceremony, giving a savage snarl of satisfaction thatmade Ed’s heart sing even as it made his heart hammer. Oswald began to thrustand the world fell away for Ed, his mouth agape at the sheer enormity of beingfilled by another person. His own fingers had been a means to an end but heknew they would never satisfy him again. Ed felt Oswald physically lifting him up from the bed, either not noticing orcaring about his injured leg. Perhaps he was too caught up in fucking Ed tocare about anything else? The thought made Ed moan and Oswald lifted himhigher, impaling him on his cock, Ed felt as if he were ascending to heaven.

Oswald’sthrusts shocked him to his core, the impacts against his pleasure centre likelightning bolts in his soul, bouncing around its cage of nerves and bone. Ed,frenzied by the shockwaves of pleasure, bit down hard on Oswald’s shoulder in adisplay of sheer, animalistic need. He heard Oswald give a growl followed by adark, appreciative chuckle at the irony of a human biting a vampire.

Ed,somehow still capable of some degree of rational thought despite being fuckedwithin an inch of his life, reached down with a trembling hand for his cock.Only for Oswald to beat him to it.But there was no teasing this time as Oswald began to pump and Ed gave astrangled cry as Oswald matched pace with his thrusts, stimulating Ed from thefront and the back. Oswald was all around Ed like an all-encompassing shadowand Ed fucking loved it!

Oswald’snerve endings were on fire: he felt like he was chasing something wonderful justout of reach. An addict surging after a craving that would fix everything. Hecraved Ed. Ed was everything. As his rational train of thought was finallyderailed, he gave an inhuman cry of exultation as the horizon reared up beforehim like dawn breaking.

Edmatched Oswald’s cry with a guttural roar of sheer ecstasy as his back archedand he came, rocking violently as he rode out the greatest orgasm he had everexperienced.

Feelinghis mate cum was too much for Oswald and his back arched as he painted Ed’sinsides with his seed, truly marking him as his own. He bared his formidable teeth,mouth agape in an instinctive display of primal strength as he held Ed close tohim, listening for the rhythm of his heart in the aftermath of the crescendothey had created together.

Theycollapsed together onto the soft sheets, breathing heavily with delirioussmiles as they gazed at each other. Ed impishly licked a stray droplet of bloodfrom the corner of Oswald’s mouth and drew his tongue across Oswald’s lips,making them glisten. Oswald blew him a kiss in response as if he had justapplied fresh lipstick.

‘So,how are you planning to top that?’ Ed asked mischievously.

Oswaldinhaled and exhaled deeply, surrounded by the heady scent of Ed’s sweat, bloodand the fruity aroma of the lube. It smelt like love. Powerful, all-consumingand utterly addictive.

‘Thenight’s still young’, Oswald promised.

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[thedeevirus]

Hi, I love your works! How about some vampire Oswald? Context of which is up to you! Maybe Ed accidentally finds out about it, stumbling upon him feeding... but I'm happy with whatever you write tbh :D

Here you go: enjoy! Warning: Long Post!

***

Ed shook his head.It didn’t make any sense. He closed Penguin’s pyjama shirt and sat back on the bed, analysing his patient’scondition. Penguin lay still and unmoving, his face white and chapped lipspale. His heartbeat was so slow Ed could barely detect it and his bodytemperature had plummeted. And yet the bullet wound Ed had been treating justthe day before was nearly completely healed: a dark, bruise like impression theonly sign it had ever existed on Penguin’s cold skin.Ed hesitantly touched Penguin’s hand and his eyes narrowed. His flesh feltalmost hard, as if rigor mortis had begun to set in. Ed didn’t need his qualification in forensic science to know something was amiss.Even a fresh corpse didn’t cool that quickly.He reached into the bedside drawer and took out a small flashlight.He took hold of Penguin’s eyelids, noting the lack of reflexive movement as hisfingertips neared. He also saw the lids were not fully closed as he physicallyopened Penguin’s eye wider. He shone the light into it and was startled to seethat Penguin’s eyes, formerly a feverish bright pale green had clouded over,his pupils completely unresponsive to the light.

Ed nearly jumped when Penguin gave an audible, hoarse sounding exhalation, lipsopening slightly. What Ed saw in Penguin’s mouth made him freeze.Penguin’s canine teeth were visibly lengthening and sharpening. They glistenedwetly as they finished growing and Ed became aware that Penguin’s breath wasbeginning to rattle. Taking on the quality of a low growl.

Ed swallowed hard and looked at Penguin’s face to find the eyes of a corpseglaring back at him, a dreadful hunger animating Penguin’s pallid features ashe began to rise. Ed knew he should move but found he couldn’t. He felt like arodent under the lethal spell of a descending bird of prey. His brain told him this was impossible. Vampires (his brain had no other wordto describe what he was seeing) didn’t exist. As he felt Penguin take hold of his shoulders, cruel, curved talons where hisfingernails had once been pricking him through the thin material of his shirt,Ed thought it must be a hallucination.Penguin’s breath was impossibly hot on Ed’s neck as the vampire drew nearer,enfolding Ed in his arms with surprising tenderness. Ed found himself tilting his head back, granting Oswald a better penetration point. He didn’t know why, it just seemed like the rightthing to do. Ed tensed and exhaled shakily as he felt Penguin trace a vein on his neck witha hot tongue, lathing it like a grooming cat. He closed his eyes and breatheddeeply. This was the right thing to do. Penguin needed this to get better.Vampires needed blood to live.The world erupted into a red haze of pain as Penguin sank his teeth into hisneck and Ed felt himself drifting away into darkness, hoping feverishly Penguin would knowwhen to stop.

Oswald woke up and was startled at how good he felt. He satup and quickly examined his hands. He sighed in relief when he saw alack of claws but just to be safe, he ran a finger along his teeth. Blunt and distinctlyhuman in texture.His relief evaporated however when he lowered his finger and saw it was coatedin blood. Wiping his mouth hastily with the back of his pyjama shirt, he wasdismayed to find it similarly covered with blood. He cast a glance around the room and realised he was being stared at.

Edward Nygma, the man who had saved him from the woods wassitting in a nearby armchair, watching him in silence. Oswald noted the thickbandage on his neck. His heart began to pound which confirmed his worstassumptions. It only beat like that after a fresh feeding.

‘Feeling better?’

‘Wh-what?’ Oswald asked, taken aback by Nygma’s conversationaltone.

‘You’re looking more like yourself’, Nygma said, coming overto sit on the bed.

Oswald shuffled back only to have his back hit the headboard.

‘Relax’, Nygma said smiling, ‘Your secret’s safe with me’.

‘You let me…’ Oswald began but then cleared his throat,debating how to broach the delicate topic.

Ed decided to let the semantics of the word ‘let’ drop. Therewas no point holding Penguin’s instincts over his head. The way he was physicallysquirming in discomfort was enough evidence that he had not meant to ‘help himself’.Besides, Ed was more curious than anything.Looking at Penguin now, there was no physical sign he was anything other thanhuman. Ed had watched him revert while unconscious, the animalistic featuresgradually fading away once his primal hunger had been satisfied.

‘Is your saliva some form of coagulant?’ Ed asked, deciding aneasy question with a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer was the best place to start.

‘Excuse me?’

Ed removed his bandage, exposing the two neat marks on his neck.The puncture marks Penguin’s teeth had inflicted were nearly fully healed, two reddenedcircles of skin the only sign anything had happened.

‘They don’t even hurt’, Ed said brightly, ‘I assume you’re feelingbetter too?’

‘Look friend I-‘

‘Ed. Please’.

‘Ed’, Oswald said, deciding that his saviour had at least earnedthe right to his chosen appellation, ‘I’m sorry you had to see me like-that is,I apologise for taking advantage-no that’s not it…just, I’m sorry’.

‘Apology accepted. To be honest it was kind of exciting’.

‘Really?’

‘Will I need a tetanus shot?’

‘Um, I don’t think so’.

‘Is it because you don’t carry bacteria or viruses?’

Oswald nodded, confused by Ed’s lackadaisical reaction tobeing fed on.

‘I thought so’, Ed mused, eyes distant as he ruminated, ‘Yourbody temperature is dependent on the amount of blood you consume. Obviously nota very hospitable environment for bacteria commonly found in a human body. Whatabout your heartbeat? It was within the acceptable parameters for a someonesuffering the effects of exposure and hunger when I found you but then it beganto slow. Is that also linked to your plasma intake?’

‘You ask a lot of questions’, Oswald commented, dumb foundedby the barrage of Ed’s theorising.

This was not the response he had expected to get from someonediscovering they had been harbouring a vampire under their roof. Then again, Edhadn’t hesitated to help Oswald when he had thought he had just been a humanmurderer and criminal.

‘Sorry about the interrogation’, Ed said with a smile, ‘It’sjust, I’ve never met a vampire before’.

‘I’ve never seen someone so happy to meet a vampire before’,Oswald half joked, wary of the unusual situation.

‘Sorry about asking another question but how often do youneed to feed? Might need to know for later’.

‘Once every day’.

‘It didn’t feel like you’d been doing that’.

‘I thought I’d be able to hunt some small animals in thewoods’, Oswald explained, indicating his shoulder, ‘But I was too weak to catchthem. I didn’t expect to be here so long’.

‘Is animal blood okay?’

‘It’s what I usually take’.

‘Can you eat normal food as well?’

‘I prefer it. The blood is like a supplement. I need it topass as human’.

‘I always thought vampires were impervious to bullets? Unlessthey were silver’.

‘A well fed vampire trades invulnerability for the ability tomove in sunlight and pass as human. It’s why my shoulder took so long to heal. What you…experienced, was a vampire reducedto its most basic instincts. My wound healed itself to help me get stronger and kill prey more…easily’.

Oswald clamped his jaw shut, regretting his blunt words. He hadn’t meant to say so much. Ed didn’t seem to notice.

‘Interesting. But then why is your leg still damaged? Ichecked once you’d passed out and it didn’t heal’.

Oswald’s hand strayed to his knee self consciously.

‘Because injuries caused by another vampire tend to stick’, he said bitterly, ‘Especially if they mean it’.

‘There are other vampires?’

‘Someone had to make me’.

Ed touched his neck self-consciously.

‘Don’t worry’, Oswald hastily said, ‘The bite doesn’t do iton its own’.

‘How did it feel?’ Ed asked.

Oswald’s brow furrowed at the question and he thought hard, tryingto think of how to describe the sensation. He knew a lot of vampires equated itto sex but having never had sex, Oswald had no frame of reference.

‘How did it feel when I bit you?’ Oswald asked.

‘It hurt a bit at first’, Ed confessed, ‘But then it feltreally…intense. Like the world was falling away and the only thing I could hearwas my heartbeat. It was as if it was just you and I, alone in the warmth. It was…’

Ed halted in his reverie, cheeks colouring at the memory ofthe experience.After the initial sharp pain of Oswald’s teeth, Ed had been consumed by anarousal greater than any he had ever experienced. A barely audible, logicalpart of his brain theorised that this was perhaps a side effect of the feedingto ensure the victim did not try to pull away. Ed’s eyelids had fluttered asOswald began to suck. Who would ever want to escape from this? Ed’s heartbeathad been loud in his ears and his hips had begun to buck automatically in timewith Oswald’s sucks, his skin goose pimpled and every nerve ending alight with sheerpleasure. Ed could only incongruously describe it as sheer savage tenderness.He had never felt so intimate, so cared for.When Oswald had let go of his neck, tongue lashing like a serpent’s, he hadfastened his lips to Ed’s and kissed him deeply. Ed had tasted his own blood inhis mouth and had moaned as Oswald’s claws had shrunk back into human fingernails,tracing smoothly along his skin as they did so.Overwhelmed by the sheer eroticism of what he had just experienced and thenaked desire in Oswald’s kiss, Ed had climaxed, body spasming as Oswald hadfallen back, insensate onto the pillow. Ed, shaking and overwhelmed had gone tothe bathroom and cleaned himself then set about countering the effects of theblood loss.Even in Ed’s weakened state, he had noticed Oswald had only taken enough tosustain himself and he had recovered quickly during the three hours Oswald hadslept.

Seeking to avoid causing Oswald further embarrassment, Edcensored his description.

‘It wasn’t painful I swear’.

Oswald nodded, absorbing the description. He could sense Edwas keeping something back but did not press the issue. He had no right to pry.

‘Do you have a preference for the kind of blood you like todrink?’

‘After a proper feeding session like that, I should be finewith raw meat for now’, Oswald said, ‘Whatever you can get is fine’.

‘Steak it is then’, Ed said, ‘I have some in the freezer. Notwooden, promise’.

Oswald burst out laughing but then caught himself. He usuallysuppressed such open displays of emotion, mostly because of a conscious fear hewould accidentally reveal his fangs in an unguarded moment but also because healways had to maintain a carefully cultivated façade. But, perhaps because hehad just shared something so intimate with Ed, it was easy to laugh.It felt good to see Ed was laughing too but then he stopped, his eyes lightingup.

‘Can you turn into a bat?!’ Ed asked excitedly.

Oswald shook his head fondly, a warm feeling of gratitude completelyeclipsing his usual annoyance with questions. Coming from Ed, they didn’t seeminvasive. They seemed…endearing.

‘Who would want to?’ Oswald exclaimed, making a disgustedface.

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[Nygmobblepot Vampire/Werewolf AU] Oswald Cobblepot has been dead for over a year, Gotham River not content to let him sleep. Edward Nygma has been fighting another self all his life; a beast trapped, waiting and finally freed. Both are outsiders, both monsters and both achingly alone. It was only a matter of time before they met.

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11, 43 and 82 with vampire Oswald if thats okay!

sunaddicted said:66. “Why me?” + Nygmobblepot? I love your writing ♡

Anonymous said:I’m so glad you’re still doing these! Your ficlets are so beautiful. How about some hurt/comfort with the following: 25, 39, 82 & 86? I’d love if it was Edward comforting Oswald

A continuation of the previous Vampire!Oswald prompt!

Enjoy!

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‘Can’t sleepeither?’

Oswald shrugged and continued staring at thedroplets pattering in the nearby birdbath. Ed sat beside him on the bench, bothof them sheltered from the downpour by the sturdy gazebo overhead. The fullmoon was eclipsed by the heavy clouds but the lights of the mansion bathed thegarden in a yellow, eerie light.

‘Just wanted some fresh air’, Oswald saidunconvincingly.

‘It’s been an exciting evening’, Ed jokedhalf-heartedly, wincing as his neck twinged.

Oswald gave a humourless laugh.

‘Exciting? Is that what you call it?’

‘What’s wrong Oswald?’

‘What the hell were you thinking throwing yourselfin front of me like that?!’ Oswald snapped.

‘I couldn’t risk you reacting to Butch’s attackyourself’, Ed explained calmly, ‘There were too many cameras’.

He saw Oswald shake his head but knew Oswald knewhe was right. Now that Oswald was mayor, it was vital that nobody discoveredhis true nature. Gotham was more tolerant of eccentricities than most otherplaces but, whilst they may accept a known criminal as their mayor, a vampirewas another matter entirely.If Butch had managed to grab Oswald, Ed knew Oswald’s vampiric instincts wouldhave kicked in and a literal bloodbath would have ensued. Bad press was onething but a mob wielding torches and pitchforks had been another possibleoutcome.

‘But I wouldn’thave been in danger!’ Oswald countered, fists clenched, ‘I could have stoppedhim. You shouldn’t have gotten hurt. I’m supposed to be faster than that!’

Ed nodded, absorbing the logic. He had beenreflecting on that point while lying awake in bed. He prided himself on hislogic, his ability to make well informed decisions. Throwing himself in the wayof a much larger enemy’s attack on a nigh invulnerable predator made verylittle sense when analysed.

‘Honestly, I didn’t think about any of that at thetime’.

‘I thought so’, Oswald said, rubbing his eyeswearily.

Ed felt crestfallen to see Oswald so worried. Hehad assumed their conversation on the couch earlier that night had drawn a lineunder the matter. Ed’s throat had been the reason he had found it hard to sleepbut Oswald’s insomnia seemed to be because of self-recrimination.

‘When you left me on the couch earlier, you weren’tas okay as you pretended to be, were you?’

Oswald pretended to be interested in a continuousdrip falling from the edge of the gazebo’s roof, his heart hammering. No, he was not okay. He was in love. He had been able to ignore it before tonight but his utter relief at seeing Edsafe had shattered every barrier he had erected against it. On that couch, gazinginto Ed’s eyes, he had wanted nothing more than to kiss him, to tell him howmuch he meant to him. But he hadn’t. Instead he had embraced him and let go toosoon, making an excuse he didn’t even remember to withdraw upstairs to hissolitary room. To Oswald, the wonder and happiness of his discovery was overpoweredby the absurdity of it. Vampires didn’t fall in love! They were supposed to beabove such things.But then, why did it hurt so much to think about Ed being hurt because of hisweakness? Humans were expendable servants: there were billions of them after all.Ed shouldn’t matter.And yet he did. He was all that mattered to Oswald.

‘Don’t ever do it again’, Oswald ordered sternly todisguise his anxiety, ‘I can’t do this on my own’.

Ed nodded and they sat in silence once more.Overhead thunder rumbled.

‘Oswald, are we friends?’

‘How could you ask me that afterjust saving my life?!’

'It’s just, I’ve been readingthat apparently vampires have the ability to hypnotise people into doing whatthey want (even without knowing it) and, just what happened tonight, feels-‘

‘Ed, I would never enthrall you! Even the idea of it makes mecringe!  Maybe other vampires like having mindless slaves to fawn overthem but not me!’

Ed opened then closed his mouth, unsure how to respond to Oswald’sstricken expression. He hadn’t meant to insinuate anything!

‘I’m sorry’, he said gently, ‘I didn’t mean to insult you’.

He chuckled in an attempt at humour.

‘It was a stupid question anyway: if you had hypnotised me Iwouldn’t be wondering about it’.

'Why ask me at all?’ Oswald asked in a small voice, ‘Do youthink I’m lying to you about being friends?’

'No!’ Ed protested, cursing everhaving mentioned anything, ‘I guess I’m just wondering…’

He exhaled sharply and just spat it out.

‘Just, why me? Why choose to be friends with someone like mewhen you can have anyone you want?’

Oswald chose his words carefully. No, to him, Ed was not afriend. He was much more. But if being friends was what Ed wanted, all that Ed wanted, Oswald would becontent with that.

'All those 'anyones’ aren’t you.Do you really think so little of yourself?’

Ed looked thoughtful and sad.

'Having such a strong,instinctive desire to protect-‘ he began but then seemed to catch himself.

He cleared his throat and suddenly began to clean his glasses. Oswaldstayed silent, trying to get his heart rate under control.

‘I’ve never felt anything like it’, Ed said, wonder in his voiceas he replaced his glasses, ‘I just wanted to make sure it was all me, that’sall. It just doesn’t seem real’.

‘I can prove it to you’, Oswald offered, ‘But, to dothat, I need to…’

Ed exposed his neck automatically.

'But the bruises-’ Oswald began.

'It means the blood’s easier toget to. Please’, Ed interjected, a small smile on his face, 'I want you to doit. I want to know how you feel’.

Oswald embraced him once more, Ed’sscent warm and comforting as he laid his chin on his shoulder. Oswald felt Edshiver beneath his fingertips as he placed a hand on the back of his head,drawing him closer. Oswald could smell the warm blood flowing through Ed’sveins, the intoxicating rhythm becoming harder and harder to resist. Hemarvelled at the arousal creeping through his system. The act of feeding hadalways been purely mechanical to Oswald: no more erotic than opening a can ofsoup. Other vampires had always seemed to enjoy it much more than he did, gorgingthemselves and gasping as they drained their prey dry lips bright red as theirbacks arched. Oswald had always found the sight vulgar and pointlessly hedonistic.But, with Ed…Oswald could understand. He didn’t know why.All he knew was Ed was irresistible to him.Oswald licked his lips and felt his tongue glide over his lengthening canineteeth.

'Just breathe okay?’ Oswald saidthickly, eyelids fluttering as his lips traced Ed’s flesh.

Ed tilted his head back and closed his eyes, heart fluttering atthe warm of Oswald’s breath over the faint scars of previous puncture wounds. Oswaldkissed Ed’s neck, preparing to bite. Ed knew Oswald was using his saliva to actas an anaesthetic, but the sheer intimacy of the action made warmth floodthrough his system. He held Oswald close, reassuring him that he wanted this.

‘Do it’, Ed whispered and gasped as Oswald’s fangs pierced hisneck without further ceremony.

This time though, Ed was not carried away on a wave of mindlessbliss as he rode out Oswald’s feeding. This time, Ed was startled to see imagesflash before his eyes like reflections in water. Instead of the gazebo roof, hesaw hazy images of memories flickering one after the other like a film reel.And with them came sensations and feelings magnified many times. Ed moaned ashe realised all of the images were of he and Oswald and some of them were hisown memories and feelings. He felt a tear trail down his cheek as he realisedhe and Oswald’s feelings were the same.

Loneliness.Friendship.Warmth.Intimacy.Realization.Fear.Acceptance.Love.

Ed felt a cold breeze on his neck. Reaching up, he felt the pinpricksleft by Oswald’s teeth sealing once more. He looked at Oswald, shocked by therevelation. Oswald was not looking at him. Oswald never looked at him after feeding.

'Did that feel real?’ Oswald asked apprehensively.

His eyes widened as he felt he felt Ed grab hold of his face.Before he knew what was happening, he felt the gentle pressure and heat of Ed’slips on his. Oswald sighed as he finally gave in to his desire, all his doubtsand fears eclipsed by the sheer erotic experience of his first kiss.

Ed thrilled as he felt Oswald’s lips part. He marvelled at thecoppery tang of his own blood and the sharp tickle of Oswald’s still lengthenedteeth on the surface of his tongue. Oswald’s sharp nails traced along his scalpas he held him and Ed felt his hips buck automatically as Oswald sucked hard onhis tongue. The hunger and naked desire in Oswald’s body language wasexquisite. Ed had never felt such desire before. Such passion.

As they slowly parted, gasping through swollen lips, Ed watched Oswald’shalf hooded eyes fade from a blood red back to their normal pale green. Edtouched Oswald’s cheek, wondering at how warm it felt and the knowledge that itwas because of him. Oswald had not taken nearly as much as he usually did andyet his cheeks were practically glowing. It was beautiful.

'You have no idea how much I want you right now’, Ed breathed.

'Yes I do’, Oswald whispered shakily, feeling treacherous tearsbeginning to gather in his eyes.

‘On the couch, you wanted more than a hug’, Ed said softly,using a thumb to wipe away Oswald’s tears.

Oswald knew it wasn’t a question. Thanks to the telepathy, Edknew everything now. But Oswald still felt he had to confess. He had to makesure Ed understood.

‘I was scared that I would ruin what we had’, Oswald said, ‘That-thatyou wouldn’t want someth…someone likeme’.

‘Don’t be scared’, Ed said, drawing him close once more, ‘I’mright here and I’m not going anywhere’.