#vampirelove

[lucasgarcete]

Come into my soul, Art by Lucas Garcete

[3t3rn4lv0id]

⛧°. ⋆𓌹*♰*𓌺⋆. °⛧

[your-metalhead-girlfriend]

Vampire girlfriend and "my blood is all yours" boyfriend. 🦇🩸

[circe-and-the-wolf]

“Definitely NOT daydreaming about being Joey.”

Drawn in procreate using a screenshot from ADOW for reference (see above) to go with chapter 21 - 23 of The Visitor on AO3.

[vampireheist]

Only Fools fall in love- Lazar Au

The Banners by @saradika-graphics

Content: Tonight is The Special night and Y/n wants to make it right with their V-day dare list with the one who doesn't share empathy. Ancient Grumpy Vampire vs Sunshine. fluff. (The Grumpy Vampire Tolerates the MC)

Plot: One night out ago, Y/n and her friend group made a list, a dare list, a thing to get their partners to do something they normally wouldn't do on a regular day. After the teasing and mockery, Y/n wants to prove to her friends her lover is Real by completing every task on the list with poof to show that even Monsters have hearts.

One night by Elvis

(Now and then there's) A fool Such as I by Elvis

Then He kissed Me by The Crystals

Somethin' Stupid by Frank Sinatra and Nancy Sinatra

Winter Romance by Dean Martin

Part One

Today is a big day. 

The happiest day. 

The day you would prove to your friends that your lover is real and not just someone from your imagination or a fictional character you got attached to. He is real. In fact, he happened to be the one you didn't expect to fall in such a deep relationship with.  

All morning you style your hair, slipping into a soft comfy pink heart nightwear, preparing your luxurious apartment for the perfect valentine's day night. Stringing up fairy lights across the walls and counter. Throwing heart plush pillows on the sofa. And laying out some chocolate. 

You giggled, spinning around with the pan of Red velvet cinnamon rolls- freshly baked from the oven. It took you a while to convince Kristof  lazar to come spend time with you on this special day where lovers can go extreme.

 Knowing his busy schedule as the crime lore of america/ Boston, you weren't sure if he would say yes. Or come, considering he loved to keep his identity a secret.   

Luckly, He finally accepted and agreed to be here around 7pm, since that’s the earliest time.  

You pulled out the list from your apron pocket and read over it. The list: 

Cuddle underneath the stars. 

 Photoshoot with goofy hats and costumes.

Make Dinner together. 

Make them cry. 

You had tonight to complete the list before the clock struck twelve. The only biggest problem was getting Lazar to commit to the crying part. Ever since you and Lazar started dating he has never shown an ounce of empathy and it makes you wonder why he doesn't show any. 

Has anyone hurt him? Was he born like that? Is he burdened by a broken heart? You just couldn’t wrap a finger around it. And every now and then The thought creeps up in your mind whenever you are around him. 

The doorbell rings, interrupting your thought. 

You opened the door to your gorgeous boyfriend standing in the hall in his fancy casual suit, his black hair ruffled back smoothly with a frown lining his brow and his nose crinkled angrily as he stared down at you with those soft diamond eyes. 

The smell of his manly cologne made its way through the door and made your stomach swim with butterflies as your eyes bloom into hearts. 

“What a pleasant surprise? You came,” you joked, walking back over to the kitchen counter to grab the pan of surgery rolls. 

 “Cinnamon roll?” 

“Now, Y/n, honey, You know I don’t eat those,” He groaned, staring at you without blinking, taking a seat on the couch.

Your heart bursted, beating with acceleration at the nickname he gave you. The both of you haven’t spoken to each other in a while. Lazar got busy with his empire and you got caught up with yours, winning the best national title for the best cupcakes in town. 

“Oh, c’mon, I’m sure one won’t harm your appetite,” you smiled, blushing red, walking over to him, holding out the surgery gooey good. 

He sighed, rolling his eyes, watching you with a smile on your pretty face offering him a surgery treat. Knowing you were stubborn, and sensitive whenever someone denies your baking. He didn’t want to end up picking up your tears tonight. 

“Won’t you please surrender to me,” You sing in a melodic tone, winking, holding the pan inches from him. 

“Please! Don’t start with the Elvis References,” He bickers.  

“Gosh, I forgot how old a grump you were,” You joked. 

 He reaches out, taking one off the thin baking sheet, surveying it in the light before taking a nibble of the surgery treat. 

You smiled, twirling back to the kitchen. You clicked the radio on, turning up the music with ‘(now and then there’s) A fool such as I’ playing, the perfect tune to set the mood. 

Knowing the fact of making a monster cry was going to be the hardest to do, you decided to start with that first on the list and work your way up- something you enjoyed doing. 

“What movie do you want to watch first?” 

He shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever makes this night go by quicker.” 

You ignored his mood, and grabbed the remote, clicking on netflix, swiping through tons of movies that you were somewhat picky about. Till you clicked on a cute romantic film of your choice. 

You turned off the radio, dimmed the lights, and grabbed the popcorn from the popper and bundled down next to your boyfriend. Who hasn’t blinked since he got here. 

While the movie was playing, you kept looking over at lazar watching to see if a tear fell as the movie was leaning towards an emotional scene. You huffed, feeling slightly disappointed that your plan isn’t working and maybe your boyfriend isn’t capable of showing Empathy. 

Once the movie ended. You glared at Lazar searching for a tear or an emotion. But there wasn’t any. 

“What?” He grouch, shifting from the distance of you being too close and staring at him weirdly. 

4. Making him cry;  mission failed. 

You shake your head. Disappointment plastering on your face a little. “Nothing! Let's make some dinner, I’m starving.” 

The dough was the difficult part to make as you struggled to roll it on the table as you grew slightly frustrated slapping it together. 

Your first attempt failed. You put too many eggs, not enough milk. Second failed attempt, lots of dry ingredients, less of everything else. Third attempt, lazar figured it out and succeeded. 

You held your chin in the palm of your hands watching your boyfriend spread out the dough. You didn’t know vampires could cook, most likely use garlic. 

I mean growing up watching movies about vampires made you believe all those mythical weapons were useful, and could harm them. but time after time your boyfriend proves them to be false. 

“Look at you, My handsome chef. How was work today?” You asked, leaning in with engaging ears, teetering with excitement. 

He glared up at you, blue eyes hovering over the pizza dough as he flattened it out. He handed you a bowl of freshly squeezed  tomato sauce. “It was….fine.”  

“Fine?? What all happened?” 

“Personal business, honey,” He says, pressing into the pizza dough to spread out evenly. “Let’s remember our boundaries.” 

You swallowed, feeling stabbed by his words. but it didn’t bring you down. Because spending this night with him was all that mattered to you and it made you happy. 

You whisk the sauce intensively, getting out the lumps as you scooped some and spreading it across the heart shaped dough.

 Once Lazar was finished with his, you placed the pizza’s in the oven and clicked on the radio, tuning into a beautiful song that settled the mood for a goofy dancing montage. 

   3. Make dinner together, Succeed, although the ice-breaker failed. 

“I made you something.” 

You grabbed the pink knitted sweaters from the closet, taking them off the hangers and grabbed your camera to record this moment. 

“Let’s make a music video.” 

“No thank you, I’m not in the mood to dance around the kitchen like a lunatic.”  

“Oh, c’mon It’ll be fun,” You yelled, spinning around on the glossy tiles, landing a pirouette. 

He stared at you, rethinking his decisions of coming over here to play around with a mere human. But he sighed, slipping on the sweater and walked around the island table and began to spin around with you, tumbling over a tiny pink wrapping paper in the process. 

You burst into laughter. 

“If you post that I’ll kill you,” He softly threatens, aiming a finger at you. 

You hold in your laughter, murmuring cackling noises with your arms wrapped around your stomach. “Okay, now, Let’s try it with hats on.” 

You placed a goofy pizza shaped hat on top of Lazar’s head, roughing up his soft hair. And Whatayouknow? Your boyfriend is even hotter with a pizza hat on. 

“Do I have to wear the hat?” He groaned, his diamond eyes dilating as the tip of your nose brushed the top of his lips. 

“Yes, it’s the start of our tradition.” 

He tsk, going along with it, even though he didn’t want to and prefers to do other things. 

You both sang and danced, spinning around the kitchen, singing along to the tunes as the camera recorded every goofy, sad, to happy moment. 

   2. Dance around in goofy Costumes, success. 

After dinner, you shut off the camera, grabbing a cozy blanket from the bedroom to bring to the terrace. Tonight, the sky was clear of rain and snow, lighting up with stars. A perfect night for lovers to confess their secrets and love for one another. 

But getting an ancient vampire who's secretly an introverted geneious- isn't comfortable expressing emotions to do any of that-seems impossible. 

The sky shining bright, and your lover next to you, what more could you ask for. You laid down, caressing his fingers as the both of you watched the sky silently, feeling the breeze of boston whooshing over you. 

As the clock ticks,tick, tick, endlessly filling up the silence. Your boyfriend began to speak. 

 “Work went great by the way, I started a new project, the biggest one yet,” he exclaimed, lacing his fingers with yours, turning his head. 

You turned your head slowly, listening in, feeling his big hands enveloped your small ones. Hearing him speak about something personal, shocked you by surprise for he wasn’t the one to express anything about his personal life.  

“Work??” 

“Yeah, spending this night with you turned out to be the best part of my day, entertaining to say the least,” he says, cracking a smile, a dimple appearing.

Your face flushed, exploding red, feeling the butterflies bursted into hearts in your lower Abdomen as you nervously giggled. 

He squeezes your hand tightly, lifting it to peck a kiss while keeping eye contact with you, beneath the moon, before the clock strikes twelve. 

Cuddle/Confessed underneath the stars: Mission, complete. 

“Thank you for this wonderful night, my honeybee.” 

[ypxd]

Bound By Blood by ypxd

Escape this yandere as he stalks your every move

🩸 DAY 2 OUT NOW! 🩸

The story deepens… and so does the danger.

I’ve just uploaded Day 2 of my yandere visual novel, packed with: ✨ New CGs & expressions ✨ More choices with consequences ✨ A brand new bad ending 👀

Available for Windows, Mac & Linux — play now and see if you can escape him...

[irlvampyre]

As a goth I love this music and no one can say otherwise

[purplehrts7]

Losing Control ( A Carlisle Cullen x BOC Story (Chapter 1: The Meeting)

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the campus of Southern University. Students were scattered across the quad, some lounging on the grass with textbooks, others hurrying to their next class. Among them was Zuri, a 19-year-old English major with a passion for literature that was only matched by her curiosity about the world. Walking beside her was her best friend, Savani, who had a knack for making even the most mundane days exciting.

"Seriously, Zuri, how can you be this calm about today?" Savani teased, nudging Zuri's arm. "You're about to meet *the* Dr. Cullen. He's practically a legend!"

Zuri shrugged, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "He's just a doctor, Savani. And I'm an English major, remember? I'm not even in his seminar."

"Yeah, but you have to admit, the man is hot. I'm tempted to fake being pre-med just to get a chance to be in the same room with him." Savani grinned, tossing her braids over her shoulder with a playful flick.

Zuri rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. Savani's antics never failed to amuse her. "I'm sure you're not the only one thinking that. But let's not get lost in daydreams. We've got ten minutes to get to class, and you know Professor Andrews hates tardiness."

They rounded a corner, the old brick buildings of the university towering above them. Zuri was lost in thought about the paper she needed to finish when she suddenly collided with something—or rather, someone. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she stumbled back, only to be steadied by a pair of strong hands.

"I'm terribly sorry," a deep, smooth voice said. Zuri looked up, her breath catching in her throat as she met the gaze of a tall, strikingly handsome man. His golden eyes held a warmth she hadn't expected, and his presence seemed to command the air around him.

"It's—it's okay," Zuri stammered, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. She quickly stepped back, realizing she had been holding her breath. Savani, ever the bold one, immediately jumped in.

"No harm done! You're Dr. Cullen, right? The new professor everyone's been talking about?"

Carlisle Cullen offered a polite smile, inclining his head slightly. "Yes, that would be me. I'm afraid I've gotten a bit turned around. This campus is larger than I anticipated. I'm looking for Lecture Hall C."

Zuri blinked, still trying to process how she had literally run into one of the most talked-about professors on campus. Savani, however, was already in full flirtation mode.

"Lecture Hall C? You're in luck because we were just heading that way," Savani said with a wink. "We can show you around if you'd like."

Carlisle smiled graciously, though there was a subtle tension in his expression that Zuri couldn't quite place. "That would be very kind of you, thank you."

As they walked, Zuri noticed the strange way the doctor looked in her direction, and0b. L her heart skipped a beat. It was unnerving, yet oddly thrilling.

"So, Dr. Cullen," Savani began, her voice dripping with playful charm, "I hear you're quite the expert in your field. What made you decide to leave Forks and come all the way to Georgia?"

Carlisle glanced at Savani, his smile polite, but Zuri caught the brief flicker of something in his eyes when they shifted to her.

"I've always believed in the importance of sharing knowledge, especially with young minds eager to make a difference in the world. This opportunity seemed like the perfect way to do that."

Savani leaned a little closer to him as they walked, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "Well, you're certainly going to make an impression here. A lot of students are already talking about you."

Zuri bit her lip to keep from laughing. Savani was laying it on thick, and she could see that while Carlisle was polite, he wasn't exactly taking the bait. But then, something unexpected happened. Carlisle's eyes met Zuri's again, and she felt a strange pull, like something deep inside her was responding to him in a way she couldn't understand. Carlisle, on the other hand, was struggling with something far more intense. The moment Zuri had collided with him, something inside him had shifted. His body had reacted—his heart, long thought still, had given a single, potent thump. It wasn't just an attraction. It was more primal, more profound. His blood felt like it was rushing in his veins, a sensation he hadn't experienced in centuries. He was a doctor, a man of science, well, a vampire actually... a husband and father. And yet, he couldn't deny how every fiber of his being was screaming at him for this young woman he'd just barely met a few minutes earlier. Zuri, with eyes big and brown and bright, seemed to pierce through his very soul, shedding light on the deepest, darkest, coldest parts he tried hard to push down. He felt vulnerable under her gaze and yet he wanted her to only look at him.

"I... I believe we're here," Carlisle said, his voice slightly strained as he forced his attention back to their surroundings. They had arrived at the entrance to Lecture Hall C.

"Right on time," Zuri said, trying to sound casual, though her heart was still racing. "Well, Dr. Cullen, I guess this is where we part ways."

"Yes, thank you both for your help." Carlisle's gaze lingered on Zuri a moment longer, a silent question in his eyes that he couldn't answer just yet. " I don't think I ever got a name, though."

"Savani Mikellson and Zuri Anders." Savani answered, flashing him one last flirtatious smile. "And if you ever need anything else—directions or otherwise—you can find us in Lecture Hall B, room 302."

Carlisle nodded politely, but as he turned to enter the lecture hall, his thoughts were far from focused on his upcoming class. Zuri Anders ... What had fate just dropped into his path?

Zuri and Savani watched as he disappeared into the building, and then Savani let out a low whistle. "Well, that was... something. Did you see the way he kept looking at you? I think someone's got a crush."

Zuri shook her head, trying to dismiss the fluttering in her chest. "He was just being nice, Savani. Nothing more." But even as she said it, she knew she didn't quite believe it. There had been something in his eyes. Something she couldn't quite put into words.

"Come on, we're going to be late," Zuri said, trying to shake off the strange feeling as she tugged Savani along.