#vampire!simon riley

[machveil]

thinking about Vampire!Simon Riley, who has a copy of your front door’s key, waiting for you to text or call him saying he can come in. even though he has a key he still plays by the vampire rule that he needs permission to enter. you can call him silly and sweet all you like, he just stares dead at you holding back a smile, “Gotta be a polite guest, lovie.”

he is your husband of four years

[delulu-lovie]

Vampire!Simon Riley x reader - He has to turn you. CW : General vampire themes (blood, death, etc), continuations in future may include nsfw. Read it on AO3 here.

This is my first ever Simon Riley imagine! Please let me know if you enjoyed! { Divider by @cafekitsune }

Ghost, who has been around for God knows how long at this point. Somewhere in the late 1800’s. He's stayed within the military most of his life; it's easier to obtain fresh blood than infiltrating blood drives or morgues. Covered in blood? Who's questioning it when you're returning from a battle.

Ghost who wears the mask for multiple reasons. Anonymity. Hiding the way he doesn't age and hiding the pointed fangs set amongst his pearly whites.

Ghost who thought it was just another day of his undead life when they brought in the new hire. You.

It wasn't love at first sight. No. Attraction, sure. But it was the way you didn't shy away from him. The way you laughed at Soap's shit jokes. The way you got on with Gaz like a house on fire. The way you would happily offer assistance to Price when he clearly had too much paperwork. 

The way you wordlessly gave him cups of tea late when he awake late at night, feigning that he was “working late” when in reality, he simply didn't sleep. 

Ghost who cannot persue you. You don't want a monster, he's decided, without ever considering your feelings. He keeps you at arms length, never allowing you to get close, but discretely doting on you in the subtle ways only he knows how. Adjusting your tac vest when he notices it loose, giving just a gruff “Hnn.” when you thank him. Waking up to a blanket over your shoulders when he found you asleep over your laptop in the rec room. Stepping into danger ahead of you during missions, because he could take a million bullets where one to you could be fatal—

Ghost who's worst nightmare comes true when you get hit during an ambush. The entire team wiped, you gasping as blood fills your lungs. Medevac won't arrive in time. Gaz, Soap and Price positioned elsewhere. For the first time in forever, he's feeling true fear as you choke on your own blood in the snow. 

Ghost who crouches beside you silently, knees in the snow as he grabs at your limp body whilst you splutter. He ignores the divine scent of your blood, too struck with grief, too focused on you. 

He remembers when he was turned. How he was fed vampiric blood and brought back from the brink of death.

He knows he should let you go. Knows he should just hold you, make your last moments comfortable.

… Simon who realises he is a selfish, selfish man.

Simon who doesn't even hesitate as he drags his mask off, revealing his face to you, for the first time. Revealing his fangs to you, for the first time. He sees the recognition in your eyes as you part your lips.

Simon who can't bear to watch you go. Can't bear to live in a world without you in it again.

So he growls, yanking off a glove with his teeth and gnawing at his wrist until thick, black blood begins to spew from his body.

“C’mon lovie… DrInk. You trust me, yeah?”

Simon who's desperate; forcing his wrist to your lips, cradling the back of your head as you try your hardest to drink, struggling to swallow.

“Just one drop, love. I know it's rank. C'mon...”

Simon who thinks he's failed when you still in his arms, your eyes hazy as your lips and throat stop moving. Who's breath stutters as he freezes in the snow; unsure what to do as you go completely slack. 

Simon Riley doesn't cry. Ever. Just holds you tight, forehead pressed to yours as cold winds quietly blow past. The cold has never bothered him until he held your dead body in his arms. He failed you.

… And then your eyes opened. A severe gasp as your back arched, followed by coughing as the remnants of the old human blood trapped in your lungs are rejected by your new body. Your gums ache terribly, making you sob as your canines morph right before him.

Simon has never witnessed the transformation before. He remembers it being excruciating and it kills him that he can't do anything for you as everything once dying starts rebooting within you as your body rewrites its DNA.

Simon who should feel guilty for turning you into a monster like him.

He doesn't. Couldn't. Not when you're awake—not quite alive—breathing and moving in his arms. 

… Simon who realises eternity will be slightly less lonely now. 

[em0goose]

Vampire!Simon "Ghost" Riley who gets really unsettled by the insatiable thirst and hunger.

Simon who drank from the members of the cartel when he killed and rampaged after his escape from the coffin. But the hunger didn't stop, it just kept clawing at him.

He doesn't want to drink from the people he trusts, the very few people. He'll hurt them, he'll watch the light fade from their eyes when he takes too much. He always takes too much.

The idea of harming himself doesn't exactly come to him. Not eating shouldn't hurt, right? He's not.. alive. He thinks the blurring vision, shaking and incoherent thoughts are normal. How's he supposed to know? It's been a constant since he woke up and pulled himself out of the ground.

[machveil]

Vampire!Simon Riley, absolutely pounding into you, asking for permission to come inside