#vampire tamsy

[sceranovae]

vampire!tamsy x reader drabble

vampire!tamsy is a vain man. he only sucks blood of humans that passed his standard when it comes to appearance. he doesn't want a spoiled drink, after all.

you, on the other hand, are a model that likes to disguise herself by looking as stupid as possible. one day, tamsy saw your ads and was captivated by your innocent, unsullied visuals. he then started to hunt you in hopes to drink your blood.

he spots you in one of your fashion shows, but there were too many people. he won't be able to take you without making a big fuss. but alas, he's had a sniff of your scent, so it would be easier for him to find you when you're alone.

tamsy caught your scent one night, and audibly gasped when he saw the goofiest looking person in a jester costume instead of you who looks like an angel in your magazine ads.

no, i must be getting it wrong. this... creature could never be her.

and yet.. he inhales again. once. twice.

the same sweet, maddening scent wraps around his heightened senses like silk, unmistakable and intoxicating. it clings to you, so it had to be you. to the bells on your hat, to the smudged face paint, and to the ridiculous puffed sleeves that make you look like a walking joke.

tamsy frowns.

"how unfortunate," he mutters under his breathe, gaze dragging over you in thinly veiled disappointment. "to possess such divine blood… and waste it like this."

you snort, loudly. and it echoed in the empty street where tamsy found you dilly dallying.

his eye twitches.

no. impossible. the woman from the billboards would never make such an undignified sound. she would laugh softly, like a bird chirping. and then she would tilt her head just right, lips curved, eyes half-lidded--

you wipe your nose with the back of your hand. and tamsy completely goes still.

"… you're joking," he says, flatly.

you threw a glance at him, unimpressed. "what?"

your voice is exactly the same one he heard from your commercial ad on television. the one where you were flaunting your smooth, bare shoulder, even emphasizing your neck that he wants so badly to feast on, showing viewers how effective the pink beauty soap is.

but anyway! that confirms it then. he knows it by know. and it settles to him like a curse.

his angel--his perfect, ethereal, untouchable vision--stands before him in a jester costume, blinking at him with your wide eyes like he's the strange one.

"you," he started carefully, "are supposed to be..." he gestures vaguely. something graceful. elegant. worth the hunt.

you follow his hand, then look down at yourself. the bells on your sleeves jingle when you move.

you shrugged, "that's just for work."

for work. tamsy just stares at you as something inside him cracks.

"you mean to tell me," his voice tightening as he says, "that this," he points at you with evident disdain, "is intentional?"

you grin. that wide, mischievous one. nothing like the soft and curated smile printed across the glossy pages with your face in it.

"yeah. keeps weird people away," your eyes flicked to his fangs, barely hidden, and then back to his face, "…usually."

silence stretches between the two of you.

tamsy straightens his posture, regaining what little dignity he feels he's lost in the past minute.

"how disappointing," he says, dragging his syllable as he gaze on you a second too long. "i expected refinement."

"and i expected you to not look like you walked out of a vampire wattpad fic, but here we are."

there was another silence, until tamsy breaks it by sharply exhaling through his nose. you jingle when you shift your weight, just staring at him.

he hates that the scent is still there. your sweet, perfect scent, completely wasted on someone who looks like they belong in a children's party. and yet, tamsy doesn't leave.

he steps closer. curious in spite of his disenchantment.

"take it off," he says suddenly.

you blink. "excuse me?"

"the costume," he clarifies, impatience creeping into his tone. "i want to see if the vision still exists… or i've been thoroughly deceived."

you tilt your head, studying him like he's the one in the jester cosplay. and then you hum, considering.

"buy me a drink first."

tamsy freezes, "i don't drink."

"shame," your lips curling and you turn, bells chiming as you start to slowly walk away.

and for the first time in a very, veryyy long while… tamsy hesitates. because for once, his prey is not running.

and the worse part is he's not entirely sure he still wants to bite.

pt.2 here

[sceranovae]

vampire!tamsy x yn pt. 4

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3

content. mentions of blood (well this is a vampire fic, after all...), tamsy being pathetic and whimpering

vampire!tamsy does not beg. it is a principle he has kept for longer than most people have been alive, something tied to his sense of dignity and control, and he does not abandon it lightly. he only asks when necessary, he expects compliance when it is reasonable, and things usually fall into place without him needing to lower himself further than that.

begging, however, is not something he entertains. and yet, somehow, you manage to push him there. 

mr. pretty vampire (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ) You will dress appropriately.  Angel define appropriately ?  mr. pretty vampire (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ) Not looking like a court jester from the 1400s. Angel  erm whatever u say ! mr. pretty vampire (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ) I am serious. Angel i am too duh ? mr. pretty vampire (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ) Please.   Angel OMG  u actyually said please ?!????  thats not so u  mr. pretty vampire (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ) Do not make me repeat myself.   Angel fine, ill be normal :) hehe

he stares at the screen for a moment, jaw tightening slightly as he rereads the conversation. that was a mistake, he thinks, already regretting the phrasing. perhaps i should have been more specific. 

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you arrive ten minutes late, which tamsy already expected, though that does not make it any less irritating. he is already seated, posture composed as ever, fingers resting lightly against the table as he waits in the restaurant that prides itself on elegance and discretion. exactly what he likes. it is the kind of place that caters to a very particular clientele--humans, yes, but also those who prefer something a little more... refined. 

he looks up when you approach, prepared to be mildly displeased at worst. instead, he goes completely still. 

"what," he says slowly, "are you wearing?"

you smile brightly, clearly pleased with yourself as you do a small turn. your hair is styled perfectly, makeup soft and natural, you're even wearing kitten heels! everything about you is exactly what he asked for, and yet the dress you're wearing ruins all of it within a single glance. 

it's a mid-length dress with your whole face printed on it.

you look almost exactly as the face on your dress, only your makeup there is quite heavier. he assumes it's from one of your recent shoots two weeks ago since he's seen a similar style. 

tamsy closes his eyes for a brief moment, the faintest exhale leaving him as he gathers what remains of his patience. i should have expected this.

"it was a gift," you answer, sitting down across from him like nothing is wrong, like this is a perfectly acceptable attire for a place like this, "one of the designers i worked with gave it to me. i think it's cute."

tamsy says nothing, simply removing his cream-colored coat and draping it over your shoulders, "wear this," he says. 

you blink up at him confused, but compliant enough to adjust it around you, "why?"

"because," he replies flatly, "i asked for something appropriate."

you laugh under your breath, amused rather than offended, "it's high fashion. you're so dramatic." 

and you are a public embarrassment, he thinks, though he does not say it aloud.

the menus arrive shortly after, placed neatly in front of both of you. your eyes linger a second longer on his, noticing the darker tones and unfamiliar script lining the edges. you assume it's just a design variation and move on quickly, far more interested in the food than the aesthetic choices of the restaurant.

"i'm getting the ribeye," you announce, already decided after skimming the menu.

"of course you are," tamsy replies, not even looking up from his own menu.

when the server returns, you order quickly, confident in your choice. tamsy follows after, voice smooth and precise as he names something that sounds foreign, entirely absent from what you remember reading.

you frown slightly once the server leaves, "was that on the menu?"

"it is," he answers without hesitation.

you hum, quite unconvinced but uninterested in pressing further, "must've missed it." 

his gaze flick briefly towards you, you wouldn't recognize it even if you saw it anyway, he thinks. 

the food arrives shortly and whatever curiosity you had disappears immediately. the serving time was rather fast and it made you think if all the meals here are pre-made but it looks too fresh to be. you dig in without hesitation anyway, unaware that the fast service is entirely due to the fact that... well, the chefs have superhuman abilities that make them work faster than a normal person could. 

you cut into the steak like you haven't been fed all day (you ate a bag of chips before going out). after a very short while, everything is gone. the appetizer, main course, and even the dessert. 

tamsy watches the entire thing unfold in silence, his attention far more focused than it should be for something as mundane as a meal. where does it all go? 

he has seen humans eat for centuries and has observed every variation of appetite and indulgence, but this? this feels excessive in a way that is almost interestingly impressive. as you finish everything, you lean back in your seat and sigh contentedly. 

"that was really good," you mutter.

"... i'm sure it was," he replies, tone even. 

and then out of nowhere, you start flossing right there at the table without a single hint of shame. 

tamsy lowers his head slightly, one hand coming up to rest against his temple as if he can physically block the sight from existence. why are you like this? 

and as if you were playing right on his face, another thing happens too quickly. 

you tug the floss a little too hard, trying to get something stubborn out from between your teeth, and your gum bleeds. it's barely noticeable, hell, you haven't even realised it yet, but tamsy?

tamsy does not ignore it. he cannot ignore it.

his entire body goes rigid, his senses sharpening instantly as the faint scent reaches him. his head lifts slowly, gaze locking on your oblivious ones with a focus that wasn't there before. no. not here. 

you don't even have time to question it before he's on his feet, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along with him. the world blurs for a moment, your steps stumbling as you try to keep up, and then suddenly you're in a dark, empty alley. 

you blink, disoriented, the shift too abrupt for you to fully process what happened in the last five seconds, "what's wrong with you?" you ask, trying to steady yourself. 

tamsy doesn't answer, he's just staring at your mouth, breathing unevenly. as if he's being controlled by something you can't fathom. 

control yourself. it's nothing. barely anything at all. 

"... tamsy?" you reach up without thinking, hands cupping his face, forcing him to look at you properly. 

his expression is quite tense, something flickering beneath his usual nonchalance and sass, "you're bleeding," he finally says, voice lower than you've ever heard before. 

you blink, "oh," but you don't seem concerned. you should be, he thinks, jaw tightening. 

you tilt your head slightly, studying his face with that same curiosity you always seem to have. there's something almost amused in your faze, like you're trying to figure out something rather than getting afraid of him being unusual. 

and then you kiss him.

tamsy freezes for half a second, the contact unexpected with everything leading up to it. whatever control he had left breaks completely. 

his hand comes up to the back of your head, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss without hesitation. he's desperate, as if he's consuming something as he leans into it like he's been holding himself back for too long. 

his tongue explores the inside of your mouth and even if you're no virgin to this, your knees still seem to buckle a little bit. tamsy notices this and he hooks his arms under your legs, lifting you up, feeling you even more. 

just a little more. more. please. 

the taste of your blood is faint and barely even there, but it's definitely more than enough. it floods his senses, his grip tightening as your legs hook between his waist. he chases the faint taste of your essence, every lingering trace, every small drop.

he couldn't help but to whimper in pleasure. 

divine. you truly taste divine. even better than i imagined it would be.

he pulls back abruptly, as if he's forcing himself to stop before it goes any further. tamsy's breathing is uneven, pupils blown wide as his gaze locks onto you with an intensity that hasn't faded.

"you," he starts, voice strained, "have no idea what you're doing to me."

you blink at him, catching your breath as well before a grin spreads across your beautiful face, "oh, i think i do, actually." 

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THEY FINALLY KISS

[sceranovae]

vampire!tamsy x reader drabble pt. 3

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4

vampire!tamsy prides himself in being a man of restraint. after centuries of discipline and refinement, he surely knows exactly when to indulge and when to walk away. he never chase frivolous things and does not get distracted. and he certainly does not drop everything over a single message.

and yet, when you sent him a photo without warning, all that restraint absolutely meant nothing. 

he stares at his phone longer than he should, far longer than he would ever admit. because in the photo you sent was you--pale, hauntingly beautiful, draped in dark velvet fabrics that clings to you perfectly, lips tinted a deep red with sharp eyes, and fangs peeking through your small smile. 

you looked like a convincing vampire. scratch that, too convincing, actually. tamsy feel his breath still and for a split second, something in him recognizes you. not the loud insufferable creature that insists on testing his patience but as someone dangerous that will probably haunt him far more than anything else. 

he doesn't reply and just moves quickly to wherever you are, the tea he just brewed far long forgotten the moment his eyes met yours through the phone. 

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"you came fast," your voice greets him the moment he steps into the back building. you looked far too casual and amused, like you weren't the one who just derailed his entire night.

tamsy's honed gaze finds you instantly and for a moment, everything else around him fades. you're still in the full look, and the lighting back here is dimmer and softer, which does nothing but make you look more dangerously ethereal. 

his throat tightens before he could manage to speak, "... i wanted to see it before you remove it," he says, trying to steady himself.

you hum, stepping a little closer, the faintest smirk tugging at your crimson colored plump lips, "so.... now you can see it." you tilt your head at him, studying his reaction. 

tamsy just openly and unapologetically stares at you, not even an ounce of shame from his prying eyes. his gaze drags over you slowly, taking in every detail as if he's committing it to memory. there's something reverent in the way he looks at you, like he's been finally seeing what he's been truly searching for in his entire long life. 

"well?" you prompt, raising a brow, "no insults or lectures on how to actually look like a vampire? they must've done something right then?"

he exhales quietly, speaking softly, ".. they did." 

you blinked once and then grinned at him, showing off your fangs, "should i be worried? you're not like your usual... self." 

ah, yes. on top of forgetting his freshly brewed tea back home, tamsy also forgot to change clothes. he's now just sporting a white turtleneck and a white pants, too big for his slender figure. a drastic difference from his fancy outfits from the previous meetings, as he was about to call it a night anyway. not until you ruined his plan, of course. 

"don't ruin it," he mutters. 

you laugh, clearly pleased, and if tamsy has a chance to even go to heaven after he dies, then this must be how it feels like.

until it hits him. his expression shifts instantly, demeanor changing. he looked outright offended at whatever bothered him, as his button nose wrinkles in disgust, "... what is that smell." 

you paused, "what smell?" 

tamsy takes a step back, like a huuuge step back from you. it physically pained him to be this close to you. 

"you smell--" he cuts himself off, visibly restraining, "--unpleasant." 

you blinked at him with wide eyes as you had a realization. a soft oh! came from your glossy lips as you snapped your fingers like you've just remembered something important. 

"oh yeah, i had garlic bread before the shoot."

the heavy silence was unforgiving, as tamsy just stares at you. but unlike the ones earlier, his looks right now reeks of repugnance. 

"... you what?"

"garlic bread," you repeat, as if emphasizing it, "a lot of it, actually. i was quite hungry and it was really good." 

tamsy looked like you took a sword out of his room and lunged it deep into his cold, poor heart, "before this," he gestures at your full vampire look, "you decided to consume garlic." 

he was met with a nonchalant shrug from you, the fabric draped over you moving, "does that matter?" 

"it does."

"well, to you, apparently." 

he snaps, "my culture is not a costume." 

you grin, satisfied with how you successfully ragebaited him yet again tonight, even while looking like a beautiful sin yourself, "whatever you say, mr. dollar tree vampire." 

you step closer to him to even make a point, and he doesn't move this time, even if every other instinct he's honed through the years is telling him to. because of how ravishing you look, he just throws all the years of training and being a noble, just to let his eyes feast on your figure once more. 

it's deeply infuriating, with how you look like that and yet downright attack his senses, the garlic smell strong and intrusive completely ruining the moment. and yet he can't look away, especially at your lips. the faint gleam of the fake fangs subconsciously stirred something heavy in him, and the gloss that shines on your lips as if you're begging to get your mouth kissed until it bleeds. 

"you've ruined it," he says quietly, trying not to gag from the smell. curse his strong senses! 

"have i?" you step even closer, peering up at him with that same teasing look, until you catch it. the faint sheen from the edge of his lips, "... wait, are you actually drooling right now?"

tamsy completely stills and immediately turns his head away, realizing that he is, in fact, drooling, "... no." 

"you totally are."

"i am not." 

you giggled, "wow," you murmur, finally leaning back, clearly enjoying this, "must be the garlic." 

he shoots you a sharp, warning look, as you grinned wider at him. tamsy stood there between admiration and absolute offense, clearly realizing something... that even when you manage to turn perfection into something ridiculous and abhorrent, he still wants you.

well, fuck.

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do we want more or nah

[sceranovae]

vampire!tamsy x yn drabble shenanigans pt.2

vampire!tamsy thinks you're the most insufferable piece of human he's ever had the chance to encounter. and that's saying a lot with how long he's lived in this world.

you saw him again one night. this time, you weren't in your jester costume. however, it was infinitely worse than your last one.

a colorful overall that looked like a unicorn puked in it, paired with a rainbow colored wig, the white face paint on your face already chipping off at the corners. and a big, bulbous, red nose.

you were wearing a full on clown outfit.

what is with you and your preferences with these dumb costumes?!

tamsy, on the other hand, is looking as regal as ever even with the casual chinese-style clothes he's wearing. the half of his long, silky hair pinned in the back, showing off more of his blue locks underneath.

tamsy sighs loudly even before acknowledging your presence, because he already caught a whiff of your scent anyway.

"nice outfit you got in there," you tease, voice slightly muffled from the red ball in your nose blocking your breathing, "you don't look like a dollar store vampire anymore."

his eye visibly twitched. of course, i retracted my fangs tonight. i had to do something else, after all.

"you," he says slowly, "have no right to comment on anyone's appearance."

you fake a gasp, "wow. so defensive. did i struck a nerve?"

"it is not a costume," he snaps, straightening his back, chin tilting just a bit higher, "this is a traditional outfit with modern influence."

you squint at him, tilting your head. circle around him once like you're inspecting a product. tamsy stays still, eyes locked at your curious ones.

i can't barely see her actual skin with all the face paint she got going on, but, her eyes--

"…so like," you start, dragging the moment just to annoy him a little bit more, "are you in a very chinese time of your life right now?"

you were met with nothing but silence, as he turns his head slowly.

"what does that even mean."

you shrug, bells-less but somehow still just as irritating. "you know, like phases. i had a crochet phase once. you're having a--" you gesture vaguely at his entire existence "--this phase."

his jaw tightens, "it is not a phase."

"mhm."

"i have worn garments like these for centuries."

"so… a long-term phase, then?"

tamsy just exhales sharply through his nose. he doesn't even want to answer your question, nor to entertain your annoying ass.

"okay, sorry," you say, not sounding sorry at all. your eyes then flicked down to the paper bag in his hand and you leaned forward immediately, curiosity taking over once more, "what's that?"

he pulls it slightly away from you, "this is something you should not concern yourself with."

"how dramatic. i just wanna see," you pout. in tamsy's eyes, you looked ridiculous. he just can't take you seriously with the whole clown thing going on.

he exhales sharply once again, trying to calm himself down, "…it's tea."

you blink, "tea?"

"yes."

you stare at him, then at the bag, and then back at him. and then you start giggling until you were full on laughing. the loud, boisterous laugh that shouldn't come from a... lady like you.

"so you are in your chinese era!"

his expressions darkens, if that's even possible, "i told you, i am not in an era."

"you kinda are," you insist in between giggles, pointing at him, "your outfit, the tea.. it's connected."

"forgive me for having a refined taste, which is unfamiliar to your kind."

you continued cracking up until your stomach almost hurt, satisfied with yourself, before adding casually, "i've been trying that stuff too, you know."

impossible. there is no way this girl had tried a high quality tea such as mine. maybe underneath the clown costume she's really the angel i've originally visioned her as--?

"the chinese tips for debloating from tiktok are really helpful," you add, cutting him off from his thoughts, "warm water first thing in the morning, preferably green tea, no iced drinks, sleeping early--well, i don't really do that one--but yeah."

a beat passes.

"you are taking this advice from where?"

"tiktok!" you chirp, and even squeezing your red nose for added effect, the ball producing a loud SQUEEK! sound.

tamsy closes his eyes for a second, gathering what little patience he has left, "you are taking advice from an application."

"hey, it works for a lot of people," you defend yourself.

"i highly doubt you follow any of it properly."

"well, i drank warm water this morning.."

"and then?"

"…had iced coffee before lunch."

he exhales. he has lost count of how many times he's been doing it. you beamed at him anyway, like you've just proven a point.

"it's called balance," you say, and tamsy just stared at you.

at your ridiculous wig, the smeared paint, and the red nose slightly tilted to one side. and then your eyes. you were looking at him with your bright eyes, amused, obviously pleased with yourself.

tamsy looks away, "truly insufferable," he mutters.

pt. 3

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i just love the chinese tamsy headcanon <3 his outfit here is the one he's wearing during his day off

this is tamsy just getting ragebaited tbh