#vampire cw

[dakt37]

Spent yesterday talking @ahsokaisawesome‘s ear off about an Avengers Assemble vampire Steve AU

[damn-the-dark]

So like...been thinking about Vampire Dames so OBVIOUSLY I had to go back and finish at least the roughs for a snippet of fic I LOVED from @lostcybertronian uwu Their take on vamp!Dames is just so *chef kiss* I needed to draw this portion owo (I’ll be rbing the fic after this posts ;3c go check it out!!)

[poptart-tartpop]

Ah, yes - the three genders: ladies, gentlemen and Tzimisce

[worryinglyinnocent]

Fic: The Dead of Night

AU-gust Day Fourteen: Vampire AU Fandom: Stargate Universe Pairing: Nicholas Rush x Gloria Rush

Rated: T

Content Warning: Blood, vampirism, cancer mention.

Summary: Nick reflects on his and Gloria’s lives since she became a vampire to save her life.

Note: This uses the vampire mythos from the short-lived TV series Moonlight.

The Dead of Night

Nick waited until the last vestiges of sunlight had vanished beyond the horizon before closing the curtains and switching on the lights. He wasn’t surprised at how quickly he had made the transition to nocturnal activity; he’d never been one for consistent sleep patterns at the best of times, and Gloria’s long illness had just exacerbated that. Now it simply made sense for him to be awake when she was awake.

He made the ten-step journey down into the cellar, listening to the comforting hum of the chest freezer. His breath curled into mist as he opened it, and he had to smile at the sight that met him. One would have expected vampires to sleep ramrod straight with their arms crossed over their chests like in classic Hammer horror movies, but Gloria was curled up in the foetal position with one arm flung over her face just like she’d slept when she was alive.

Nick shook himself. Gloria was alive. Not in the same way as previously, perhaps, but alive, nonetheless.

He reached into the freezer and stroked her arm where it was covering her face.

“The sun’s down, Glo. Time to get up.”

Gloria gave a catlike hiss, swiping at his hand, and when she sat up and opened her eyes, Nick could see the irises pale and silvery, pupils like pinpricks. Her mouth curled up in a snarl, fangs fully out, and Nick stumbled backwards, his heart pounding. Even though he knew that Gloria would never attack him consciously, there was always that undercurrent of fear when she first woke up thirsty, and Nick hated it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Her face was human again now and looking very guilty, although her eyes were still too pale, and her fangs were still pinching her bottom lip. “I’m just thirsty.”

Nick went over to the fridge in the corner and took out a blood bag – prime A-negative. He brought it over to Gloria as she got out of the freezer and shut the lid, perching on it beside her as she drank.

“You’re running low.”

Gloria nodded. “I know. I’ll have to go and see my man at the hospital tonight. Do you think anyone notices all the blood bags going missing?”

“Well, if they do, I don’t think that they would suspect vampires.”

Up until a few months ago, Nick himself would have disputed the existence of vampires. There were times even now when he wondered if his and Gloria’s current lifestyle was all the result of an exhausted fever dream, and he would wake up in the hospital by her bedside, nothing having changed.

They had almost accepted fate. They had almost accepted that Gloria wasn’t going to survive her second battle with cancer and that she was entering her last days; they had almost accepted that she wasn’t going to leave the hospital. Almost, but not quite. Although neither of them had said anything, they were both hoping for a last-minute miracle, some kind of reprieve that would reach them against all the odds and save them from oncoming heartbreak. Nick was a firm believer in science to the exclusion of all else; he had never been a spiritual man and he did not pray for deliverance as Gloria did, but that didn’t stop him from hoping for something, anything, however inexplicable it might be.

That inexplicable reprieve had come at three in the morning on a moonless night. Nick wasn’t asleep. The chair beside Gloria’s bed was too uncomfortable for sleep at the best of times, and for the past few nights he had been scared to close his eyes in case Gloria slipped away whilst he was asleep.

“I can sleep when I’m dead,” he had muttered in response to her gentle chastising that he needed rest. Gloria had snorted.

“No, you can sleep when I’m dead.” The gallows humour had been funnier than it had any right to be.

On that fateful night, Gloria wasn’t asleep either. The chemo had messed up her circadian rhythm so much that night and day were all much of a muchness to her, and she slept when she could and stayed awake when she couldn’t.

The lights were off, and they were just looking at each other in the gloom when the porter had come in.

“I know a way to make it better,” he had said. “But it comes at a price.”

The subsequent conversation had lasted almost till daybreak, whereupon the porter had returned to his home in the cold morgue drawers and Nick and Gloria had been left wondering if the discussion had really just happened, if vampires really did exist and if one had just offered to save Gloria’s life.

It had been a difficult decision to come to, and not one taken lightly. Ultimately they both wanted more time together, even if that time would be spent in an eternally nocturnal world.

The first week after Gloria’s turning had been the worst. She was constantly thirsty, and the house was far too warm for her; in the end she’d had Nick lock her in the cellar to stop her going for his own throat out of insane greed. Since then, though, they’d settled into a now-familiar routine, and everything was almost the way it was before – aside from their life being conducted entirely under the cover of darkness.

Well. Almost everything. Nick sipped his coffee, watching Gloria slip away into the night to get her fix from the hospital, the cool box swinging ominously by her side.

Gloria was alive, and more than that – provided she stayed within her limits, she would never die. She was locked in time now, but he, Nick was moving onward. He was still going to lose her to time eventually. Before, she had not had enough time. Now, she had far too much. Or he had far too little.

He was still staring out of the window when she came back, the cool box obviously heavier. They would have to move soon before their strange habits attracted too much attention, but they had already been through so much upheaval over the past few months that neither of them could stomach the thought of more just yet.

“Hey.” Gloria came into the kitchen having deposited the blood safely in her fridge. “Have you been sitting here the whole time. It’s not like you to get lost in thought. Although…” She came and sat beside him, taking his hand in her much colder one. “You have been in a world of your own a lot more lately. What’s wrong, Nick? What are you thinking about?”

Nick sighed, squeezing her hand. “Me, you, us. The logistics of our life now.”

“I know it’s not exactly what we planned…” Gloria tailed off, leaving the rest of the sentence unsaid.

“I don’t regret it,” Nick said. “I’d rather have you alive like this than not alive at all. I’m just not sure that I thought through some of the implications at the time.”

“Like what?”

Their conversations on the topic had been fairly comprehensive, and Nick knew that they had discussed his current misgiving more than once. He just hadn’t paid it as much mind as he ought to have done.

He skirted Gloria’s question, looking her steadfastly in the eyes – now back to their usual colour, no trace of the eerily pale silver of her hunger.

“Glo, if I asked, would you turn me?”

Gloria looked at him for a long time, searching his face for something, although Nick did not know what she was looking for, nor whether she found it there.

“If that was what you truly wanted then yes, I would,” she said eventually. “I know where your train of thought is going, and don’t think that I don’t share it. Being gifted with so much time having had so little left, well, it alters your perception of it. I can’t get used to the inevitability of losing you now any more than you could get used to the inevitability of losing me before.”

Nick nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I keep trying to talk myself out of it. Hell, I keep thinking that this is all just a strange kind of wishful thinking on my part and I’ll wake up and you’ll be back in the hospital. But when it comes down to it, I don’t know what I have to lose.”

“You do,” Gloria pointed out. “We went over it at great length and in great detail with William before he turned me.”

“Exactly. I know all that. I’ve seen you change. I’ve lived through these last few months with you, and I still can’t think why I wouldn’t want to spend the rest of, well, forever with you.”

Gloria brought his hand up to her lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

“Ask me again tomorrow,” she whispered.

The routine continued for the next fortnight, a strange kind of Arabian Nights tale.

“Gloria, will you turn me?” “Ask me again tomorrow.”

“Yes.”

Her acquiescence was so sudden that Nick thought he had misheard her.

“You will?”

Gloria nodded. “I think you’ve stuck with the notion long enough to really want it. Are you ready?”

She brought his hand up to her lips again, this time hovering over the pulse point in his wrist. Nick could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he nodded.

The pain of her fangs sinking into his skin was sharp and blinding, like a lightning flash, and Nick gritted his teeth through it, squeezing his eyes tight shut. He felt warm wetness against his lips, and he knew that Gloria was offering her own blood to complete the transformation. Salty and metallic, he didn’t really notice the taste as he began to feel the change – veins stagnating, body cooling, the unquenchable hunger rising up…

“Nick, my love?”

He opened his eyes. In the darkness, suddenly everything seemed sharper. He was ridiculously thirsty, and he could feel the points of fangs, new and awkward, in his mouth. Gloria’s hands were warm in his for the first time in months.

“Hi, Glo.”

She smiled, and Nick smiled back. It might not be the best or easiest path they could have chosen, but they had each other, and they had forever, and that was enough.

[dancescircles]

“That was rude,” Cassie says, curled up on April’s couch with the blood bag she fell asleep drinking like a juice box. If anything, she looks bored. 

@withthecandlesstilllit / cont.

[worryinglyinnocent]

Fic: Unlit

Summary: Follow-up to Unchanged. A few months after their hunt together, Gold and Belle meet (almost) by chance again, and take advantage of the darkness. 

Written for the @a-monthly-rumbelling prompt: Bumping into each other - literally. 

Please note: This was written for the non-smut prompt but does contain smut. 

CW: Vampires

Rated: E

=====

Unlit

Gold had always preferred to stick to cities throughout his long life. There were so many more people there that it was easier to blend in, and they made for easier hunting grounds. There was always fresh blood in a city, and no one would notice one person missing. Out in the countryside it was harder to go unnoticed, and harder to cover his tracks. 

All the same, he had been born in the country and he had spent most of his mortal life there. He missed the green sometimes, and it was for that reason that he would occasionally indulge himself with a hunt in a park. Cities generally did well at maintaining their green spaces, a little patch of nature in the middle of the concrete jungle, although what good it did to counteract the fog of fumes from the traffic that could still be heard beyond the trees was debatable. 

He had lived in many places and he had hunted in many parks, but he always came back to London. Hyde Park was a particular favourite of his, and he had enjoyed many a playful night here. Tonight was no exception. Everyone should be wary of walking in parks alone in the dead of night. The ones who weren’t, the ones stumbling home through the darkness as a short cut rather than sticking to the safer lit pavements, well, they were easy prey. 

He watched the man from the shadows as he swayed his way across the grass. Gold had caught the scent a few minutes ago and he was most definitely on the hunt now, moving silently in time with his prey’s lurches. Perhaps he wouldn’t kill this one; he’d fed recently and wouldn’t need to drain him dry. If the subject in question woke up under a bush feeling weak with a scratch on his neck, well, he could just put it down to the amount he’d had to drink the night before. 

Gold was so intent in his pursuit that he didn’t notice the figure moving towards him at speed before it was too late and they collided. 

“Sorry,” he said, but they were gone, running off into the darkness. Yes, running was definitely the way to get through the parks at night when the vampires were on the hunt…

Gold paused, his own quarry completely forgotten, because the figure who had knocked him had been going just a tad too quickly for a normal human, and they had definitely come out of nowhere. 

He stopped and sniffed the air, recognising the trace of scent.

Belle. 

He could always recognise her, and tonight was no different. Her scent was as intoxicating as it always was, and Gold wondered if she did that on purpose somehow. 

The drunk man continued to stumble on home, no longer in any danger, as Gold spun on his heel and began to run after Belle. Why was she running? Was she in some kind of trouble, or was she on the hunt like he was? Or was she maybe just playing a little game with him? She could recognise him just as easily as he could recognise her, and he had been distracted with his prey, after all. 

When he caught up to her, it was clear that she was in no danger herself. There was a wicked grin on her face as she leaned casually back against the tree.

“Well, fancy meeting you here,” she purred. “I’m disappointed, Gold. You didn’t even notice me. I had to resort to drastic measures.”

“Indeed. But I noticed you in the end, and here I am.”

“Yes, you are.” She reached out, dancing her fingers up his chest and hooking them into the knot of his tie, pulling him in closer. He could feel the wonderful chill emanating from her skin and shivered with anticipation. 

“What brings you to London?” he asked. “You normally make your home across the Atlantic.”

Belle shrugged. “I fancied a change. Wondered if I might bump into an old friend who could help me out.”

“Are you in trouble, Belle?” Gold chuckled. “My my. It’s normally the young one who has to seek out their sire for help, not the other way around.”

“Oh, isn’t it just.” She smirked, and Gold knew that she was thinking about the many occasions when he’d had to call on her for assistance. “It’s not trouble, so much. Just an itch that needs scratching, one I can’t reach by myself.”

“You came all the way to London for that?”

“Why not? We have such long lives, Gold. Why not fill them with spontaneous adventure?”

Gold could certainly get behind that way of thinking. 

“So,” he began, walking her back towards the tree again and pinning her there. “Where’s this itch that you’re so desperate for me to scratch?”

Belle unfastened the buttons of her coat, slipping it off her shoulders to reveal nothing beneath but pale skin and sheer black stockings. 

“Here.” She pointed between her legs to the neat little patch of curls. “I was hoping that you might be able to kiss it better.”

Gold grinned. “I think I might be able to oblige, yes. But a deal must always be struck, after all. What would I get in return?”

“Oh, I think you know.” Belle reached down to palm his crotch, where his cock was already beginning to stir with the sight of her. “I think we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

“Certainly, my lady.”

He wasted no time, going down on his knees and parting her legs, licking a long stripe up her cleft. He could taste her juices, sweet and icy cold, and he lapped at her eagerly. No matter how many women he’d bedded, both mortal and immortal, nothing would ever compare to Belle’s deliciousness. 

He swirled his tongue around her swollen pearl, nosing into her soft hair with a grunt of satisfaction before pushing a finger up inside her. She was always ready for him, always tight and slick and clutching at him like she was desperate for more. That was one of the wonders of their relationship. They met so infrequently and coupled less frequently still, but when an unexpected pleasure like this occurred, they were never left wanting. 

Belle hiked her leg up over his shoulder, the heel of her shoe pressing hard into his back as her hands curled into his hair, pulling tight to the point of pain, but not a bad pain, just the kind of sharpness that made everything more intense. 

He glanced up at her, at her body resplendent like alabaster in the moonlight, almost glowing in its perfection. She was a creature of the night, they both were, and he could not remember a time when they had fucked in a bed like any normal couple. They were always under the stars, as nature intended them, bathing in the darkness and night. 

Then Belle pushed her hips forward, sending a waft of her intoxicating scent into his nose and reminding him of the task at hand. He pressed a second finger up into her channel and curled them both, stroking at the sweet spot deep inside her and relishing the grunts and moans she gave, not caring for the stiletto at his back or her nails against his scalp. He was alternately long drags of his tongue over her clit with sharp little prods with the very tip, something that she’d taught him so many decades ago and that would never fail to make her melt. 

He had to thank Belle for so much of his sexual knowledge, the things that had made other women compare him to God on high. That was all Belle’s doing, determined that should their intermittent relationship continue, then she would have her perfect satisfaction from it. 

Her juices were dripping down his hand now, he could hear the cleaving as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, grazing the soft spot with every stroke and making her gasp. For all the long gaps between their matings, he always remembered her tells, and he pulled his fingers out as she came, a flood of cold liquid squirting out of her. He drank her down eagerly; she was always as refreshing as his normal fare was. 

“You know,” Belle panted, slipping her leg down off his shoulder as he licked up the drips from her thighs, “there’s really no one quite as beautifully skilled with their tongue as you, my dearest Gold.”

He smirked up at her, rolling his neck as she unwound her fingers from his hair and released him. “I’m very glad to hear it. Now, I do believe that a deal was struck.”

Belle gave him her sweetest smile and ran her hands down her body, caressing her smooth skin, cupping her breasts and pinching her dark, tight nipples. 

“How do you want me, lover mine?”

Gold sat back on his haunches to undo his belt and fly, taking out his aching cock and pumping himself a couple of times to ease the pressure. Although this was not one of their long and languorous sessions, just an itch to scratch, he still wanted to make it last. He beckoned to Belle and she sank onto her knees in front of him, letting him push her down onto the dewy grass and slip both her legs over his shoulders as he lined up and thrust home to the hilt, as deep as she could take him. She was so wet from her own orgasm that he moved in her easily, every roll of his hips feeling like heaven as her walls clutched and fluttered around him, almost willing him even deeper into her wonderful inner ice. Her heels were digging into his back again, and he revelled in the momentary scratch, lowering his mouth to her breast and sucking one nipple into his mouth. He was salivating, fangs ready to drop, but they never bit their own kind, even in the heat of the moment. 

He came hard inside her, swearing violently with the force of the exquisite release. Belle could only smile her sultry smile as he pushed her legs back down and rolled off her. She let her legs loll apart, touching herself lazily as they lay in the darkness. Even the moon had hidden behind the clouds now, blushing at their antics, and Gold chuckled at the notion. 

“This was certainly an unexpected pleasure, Belle.”

“It was, wasn’t it? Here’s to many more of them in the centuries to come.”

They would move at some point. They did not sleep, so there would be no soft cuddling and slumber. There never was, it was not part of their relationship, based on lust and blood and darkness as it was. Gold did not desire it. He was perfectly happy as he was, cold under the stars and content in the knowledge that he and Belle would always find their way back to each other to scratch their very particular itches. 

[cpirits]

These fangs are for @medicuslilium only...

[cpirits]

(( PLOTTED || @kitxkatrp said: [ Stark was no stranger to Japan. He had been here many times in fact. Vampires loved places where there were a lot of people--and Japan had a lot of people. If his sources were correct, the vampire he was seeking should be here somewhere--

Speaking of which--

He saw a shadow out of the corner of his eye. Eyes narrowing, he darted off in the direction he'd seen it, fingers ready to reach for his weapon quickly once he was out of sight of the crowd. While he could get out of trouble with the government if he needed to, it would waste too much time.

He rounded the corner just in time to see what could only be a thirsty rogue vampire lunging at the neck of a startled boy.

"Get down!" He shouted--with the boy in the way, his shotgun wasn't an option, but shooting an arrow right through the spinal cord still was. And his hit--true to his nickname--landed true, the vampire screeching in agony as it turned to ash before it could reach the boy.

That had been way too close.

★ ━━━━━━ Ritsuka was no stranger to wandering at night, though he was a minor. His Mother didn't even know that he'd sneak out of his room just to get away and think. Jacket pulled around his body it was chilly outside and his tail stayed close to his body as he moved.

He hadn't any idea he was being watched or followed, but felt someone, or something nearby and began running. Ritsuka was soon chased, and grew scared that his life was in danger. Soubi wasn't around, and he had left his cell phone in his room, so he was out alone.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up and his tail bristled as he tried to catch his breath. "!!!!" Ritsuka screamed as he saw the Vampire coming for him and froze a little. Hearing a voice, he looked over, ears perked toward it and noticed someone holding a crossbow.

Ducking down he put hands over his head as his bag hit the ground. How long would he have to wait? Hearing the twang of an arrow being fired he stayed still, eyes closed, not wanting to look and see the aftermath.