scrawled in a hurried hand are two words that chill u to the bone: vampire vessel
u know what u must do
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So this is the coolest way anyone has ever requested something and it literally tore me right out of writers block. So thank you!!
Vampire Vessel under the cut ~
Vampire Vessel who spent weeks watching you. Always in the shadows. Always hidden. Always just out of sight. It was a life he was accustomed to. Always getting so close yet never being allowed contact. Ever. He’d been around long enough to know that his safety, and his family’s safety, prioritises all else. No matter how deeply he feels, or how long he’s dreamed of something, if it impacts his safety he can kiss it goodbye. He still remembers the way ii looked at him when he realised where Vessel was going the first time.
“Leave it alone.”
“… leave what alone?”
“You know what, Vessel. We are safe here.”
“I just want to see.”
“… Do not be seen.”
Vessel knows ii has a weak spot for him, he takes advantage of it, but the way ii looked at Vessel before he slipped out the door was pleading. He can’t help his curiosity, he’s been alive for so long that new people tend to make him careless. He was honest when he said all he wanted was to see you. Just a look. To see what you were like. What colour your eyes were. If you had anyone with you. It’s not every day someone new moves into these woods. It’s quite rare. He likes to know things. To know what’s going on outside the manor. To know if he and the guys needed to be more careful than they already were. And truly, that was his intention the first time he came to visit you.
He can’t say the same now. He’d be lying.
It’s been a month. And he never stopped coming to see you.
It’s been a very long time since Vessel has been genuinely interested in someone new. He’s never known his teeth to ache like the way they do when he watches you. He’s never known his throat to close up like the way it does every time you unknowingly meet his eyes in the dark through your kitchen window. He’s never known the urge to run away from a human who wasn’t actively hunting him like the way he feels with you. Because your presence within these woods makes Vessel feel like he is being hunted. And what terrifies him more is that despite that, he can’t stay away from you. He wishes no harm upon you. He wishes no trouble upon you.
But he yearns.
He wants to feel your human skin under his frozen fingertips. He wants to hear your heart race every time he looks at you. He wants to feel the way your breath stops every time he gets close. He sits by your home for hours just watching you live. Watching you exist. He’s beyond fascinated. He’s forgotten a lot about human behaviour, but he’s just obsessed with the way you choose to be. Every time he spends the night with you, he occupies a sturdy tree branch just far enough away to be shrouded by shadows, but close enough for him to still see and hear you.
ii has tried to steer his obvious desire towards something safer. Thinking maybe he’s just hungry and is getting restless. He forces Vessel on hunts with him or sends iii out to mess around with him for a bit, to blow off some steam or get whatever it is out of his system. But every other night the manor is void of Vessel. No matter how recently he’s eaten, or how much like his normal self iii and iv can pull out of him again, he always ends up back up in that tree with his eyes glued to your every move.
Vessel can never just leave it alone. Despite iis warning.
Because long after you’d gone to bed, Vessel couldn’t bare to part with you. He sat up in his tree, with a lap full of sticks and twine he’d made himself. And for hours he worked his long practiced skills and crafted a small gift for you. A dream catcher, in the shape of a heart. It was small, but beautifully put together. He debated leaving it for you the whole time he was making it. Weighing up if it was worth the hell he’d have to pay should any of the guys find out. But as the sun started to peak over the horizon he didn’t think twice. Jumping down from his tree, he hung it off your front door handle and took off back to the safety of the manor.
He tells himself that he technically did keep his word to ii. He hasn’t been seen.
But if ii finds out what he did this morning, Vessel knows ii would find a way to give him human life again just to kill Vessel again himself.
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Thank you reading!!
I hope I did this ask justice but just know this isn’t the last of vampire vessel. He will be back.
oooh I loved the lil blurb of vampire vessy! we need more of him! and that artwork by ghostly is absolutely gorgeous.
what if one night he sees you crying in your home :( you're curled on your couch wrapped in a blanket and have something on the TV, but you aren't really paying attention because you're so lonely and sad. you can't stop the tears from falling or the sobs from stop shaking you.
he watches you from his perch in the tree outside your window, like he does every night, but he's in agony. he wants to soothe you. he wants to hold you. he wants you to know he's here for you.
but you're still unaware of the sweet creature outside your house, who yearns to be near you. the glowing red eyes that look at you with such adoration.
BANGER ASK BANGER ASK
here have some extreme vessel yearning
Under the cut ~ <3
He is distraught. His fingers curl into the branch below him and lead settles into the pit of his stomach. Being here is supposed to bring him joy. Watching you with curious adoration sparks feelings in him he hasn’t felt in decades. If his heart could beat, he knows it would race every time he leaves the manor to come visit you. And this time started out no different, except the moment he settled into his favourite tree, he almost fell right back out of it again. You’re stuck on the couch, tears slipping from your eyes and barreling down your cheeks faster than you can wipe them. He watches you roll onto your back and stare up at the ceiling with complete hopelessness. And it rips him to shreds.
He’s so close, you are so close. There’s nowhere near enough room on that couch for you both but he swears to Sleep he’d make it work. He gets lost in the thoughts of hiding you away within his own chest. Pressing your face into his frozen skin and staying there. Of kissing you, so softly. Of holding you against his body for as long as you’d let him. He’d stay there with you long after the sun rises if you wanted him too. He’d risk it. He really would. It terrifies him beyond belief how easy of a decision it would be to make but he can’t even find it in himself to care.
But he can’t. He can’t scoop you up off the couch and bury you beneath him. He can’t quieten your thoughts. He can’t wipe your tears for you. He knows he can do it faster than you can, they wouldn’t even make it half way down your face if he had any say in the matter. And it’s here in this tree he remembers what it feels like to be devastated.
He can’t even let you see him.
It’s been a long time of learning to accept the kind of monster he is. A hunting machine. Forced to kill just to survive. And it took even longer for him to teach himself he is more than just his fangs. But they are him. And it’s times like this he remembers just how unfortunate his existence is.
He’d never EVER hurt you. Ever. But he’s positive he’d scare you. He can’t help the way he looks now. His skin sunken and ghostly, weapons for teeth on full display all the time, lanky and thin. He’s not exactly the epitome of warmth.
But fuck, he’d try. And he’d make it happen too. He’d defy the meaning of life itself and be your rising sun.
His own cheeks are wet.
You don’t know it, but he cries with you.
You don’t know the love that is calling for you just outside your window. You don't know the love that yearns beyond words for you every single night. You don’t know the love that would defy all else just a few steps away.
But Vessel does. And it’s like he’s dying all over again. Because he knows all he’ll ever be is the shadow in the tree.
He stays there all night with you. Watches you cry yourself to sleep and in turn, doesn’t move an inch until he physically can’t stay there anymore. He makes it back to the manor, he always will, but he takes himself right to bed and cries himself to sleep staring at his ceiling.
He dreams of you.
Looking at him with nothing but a smile. It’s a simple dream, a simple desire, silly almost… but if the worst you could give him is a smile, he’d do everything he could to keep himself safe.
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Thank you for this ask I’ve been thinking about it since the minute it landed in my inbox.
Could I have a HC of IV letting reader wear his jacket?
He’s a sweetie, his intentions are pure. But sometimes you make him a little bit evil. There’s nothing ten bucks can’t fix. :)
IV x GN reader
Under the cut ~ <3
“IV it’s gone I can’t find it-“
“It’s probably in the car, quick let’s go we’re already gonna be late.”
You guys stayed up late last night. IV had the guys over for dinner, they ended up staying back for some drinks and before you knew it, it was 1am. After a long night of hosting you both crawled into bed, dead to the world in mere moments, and didn’t set any alarms for the plans you’d made for the following day.
A text from ii is what woke IV up, something about traffic and it being best if you two took another route. Which is how you find yourself here. Rushing around the house like psychos trying to get ready as quickly as possible. Except your good jacket, which you had hung by the door especially to wear today, is gone. You can’t find it. And you have no idea where it is.
“IV, I’m gonna be so fucking cold if I don’t have it.”
“I’ll buy you a new one when we get there if I have to, just get your cute ass in the car.”
Spoiler: it wasn’t in the car.
And now you’re on your way to the meeting spot you agreed to meet everyone at, pretending that you’re not even bothered by the cold. Of course the gathering today had to be in a nice park, it’s lovely and it’s quiet. But there’s not one part of you that can enjoy it. You're already dreaming of a hot shower tonight.
“You’re a terrible liar, love.”
“IV, just drop it. I'm not in the mood.”
You frown at the ground. It’s damp and it chills your feet through your shoes. You can’t help but silently wish you didn’t come out at all today.
“One day you’ll realise you’re lucky to have me.”
You can’t even question him on his cryptic comments because your thoughts are immediately cut short. He’s draped something over your shoulders, you don’t even care to find out what it is because the only thing you can acknowledge is that it’s warm. The chill in the wind isn’t nipping at your skin anymore. It feels like you can suddenly breathe again. And when you do all you smell is him.
He’s given you his jacket.
Your head snaps to him. Worry immediately eating at your chest.
“Now you’re just going to be cold why did you-“
Oh.
He was wearing two jackets.
“You were wearing two?”
“Yeah. Thought it was going to be colder but I’m just a bit too warm. Was gonna take it off anyways. Lucky you, huh?”
“This whole time? What kind of evil are you?”
He’s smiling at you. He literally doesn’t care. Because you’re wearing his jacket and you look stunning in it.
“The kind of evil that always comes prepared. I remembered two jackets. You didn’t even remember one.”
You’re huffing and rolling your eyes and shaking your head at him, but you’re smiling. You feel much better now, and you feel so lucky to have him.
“Thank you. But in my defence I didn’t forget it, it’s gone from where I left it I don’t know what happened… I was sure I-“
“Don’t worry about it, love. The day is saved. Now go say hi to the girls. They’ve been dying to see you.”
“You’re an angel, IV. I don’t know what the fuck I’d do without you.”
“Freeze to death, apparently.”
He sends you off with a kiss to the top of your head and a swat to your backside. He watches you part ways for a moment, admiring you dressed up in his favourite jacket. It makes his heart swell and his cheeks warm. It empties his brain and fills it with the impurest thoughts imaginable at the same time.
He watches the girls welcome you into their circle, IIs there as well. He’s happy you get along with his friends. He’s happy they love you.
His ogling is interrupted by a clap to the back from III.
“We get it, mate.”
“Shove off, prick. You’re already on my hit list.”
He has the gall to chuckle.
“Mission success, then?”
“It won’t be if you don’t keep your fucking voice down.”
“Pay up, then.”
IV huffs with a roll of his eyes, but reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a tenner. Slaps it into IIIs palm and shakes his head.
“You couldn’t wait five minutes, could you?”
III can’t help the chuckle that escapes him, yet again.
“Pleasure doing business, sweetcheeks.”
He saunters off with a smile that screams trouble. Headed straight for you. IV watches him say his hellos to you, compliments your ‘new’ jacket with a sickening smile and seamlessly inserts himself into the conversation you were having with II.
He briefly overhears you asking the tall son of a bitch where he disappeared to last night. He makes up some excuse about forgetting to turn his stove top off. IV can’t help the scoff that escapes him. But he doesn’t have long to dwell on it.
“You actually had him do it?”
Vessel stands next to IV, watching you all cozied up in his jacket.
“I asked him to hide the jacket, fucker took it home with him completely, I have no idea how I’m getting it back.”
“You know he’s going to con you out of another tenner, right? He planned this.”
“Yeah well. I can’t say I’m surprised. Plan worked though.”
“You know, I’ve heard just asking your partner to share clothes works wonders.”
“Alright, enough out of you. Keep your mouth shut.”
Vessel can’t help but laugh at his friend, a big old sweetie pie on the outside with a little bit of something sinister on the inside. Even if it means he ends up with more work in the end.
Vessel claps IV on the shoulder and walks him over to the rest of the group. IV zeros in on you. Comes up behind you and pulls you into his side. You’re in his jacket. You smell like him. You’re surrounded by his friends and you’re glowing.
He’s a very happy man today.
He doesn’t leave your side the whole time. As if you wearing his clothes wasn’t enough, he just needed to keep a hand on you all day as well. You learnt a long time ago that IV gets into these moods, you’d compare him to a lost puppy during these times. He follows you around with hearts in his droopy eyes and a smile that could tell a million stories. He’s so soft and gentle, and listens to every word that slips from your lips. (Except for the ones that tell him to leave you alone.) (You do not need to pee with the door shut.) (You’d think you’d get that by now.)
Sometimes he can reel it in. Like today, surrounded by his friends. But you know just beneath the surface his urges are festering. Every little squeeze of your hand. Or kiss to the forehead. Or quick little cuddles when the wind picks up, are his ways of trying to dampen his own urges to whisk you away, take you back home and bury you both back in bed.
He thought he’d be able to handle seeing you with his name all over you all day. Guess not.
There’s one moment, while you’re out, III was hungry and Vessel wanted a coffee, so you decided to take the short walk to a nearby cafe just down from the park. You and IV hang back, slowly following along but far enough away to be in your own world for a little bit. His hand is intertwined tightly with yours and he’s pulled you so close your arms keep brushing.
“You look stunning, love.”
It’s said in a low murmur, like he wants it to be a secret. A secret that only he knows how good you look. Your nose and cheeks are slightly pink from the chill in the air, your lips are a little bit cracked and his jacket drowns you. But to him you’re just beautiful. The smile you give him almost sends him into cardiac arrest. He thinks if his heart beats any faster it’ll create enough energy to power your house.
He ponders Vessels words. Wonders how you’d feel if he just outright asked you to wear his clothes when you go out together. Or when you go out without him. Or when you’re home for the day. Or when you’re going to bed. He knows you’d say yes, but there’s something about you being so oblivious that gets him all excited. How you unknowingly just let him dress you. Thinking it was pure coincidence, and that you really are just so lucky to have him.
He might tell you one day. He knows he’ll cop a good amount of teasing from you, but until then he’ll settle for watching you feel so at home and safe with him all over you.
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“What the fuck?”
“What’s wrong, Bub?”
“My jackets back there.”
IV quickly turns to see what you’re looking at. Mid way through tossing his jacket back there now that you’re back in the car, he follows your eyes to the backseat.
And there it is.
Bunched up on the floor like it was there the whole time.
“I must be blind or something, I swear it wasn’t there this morning. Fucking hell… all that and it was here the whole time…”
He turns back to the road and bites back an amused smile.
III might put him through strife sometimes, but he’s clearly not stupid. He makes a mental note to send him a text when you two are home.
I’d love a sweet II X reader of him playing with readers hair if you don’t mind :)
He’s sweet and horny. I can’t control him it’s just how he is.
II x GN reader.
Under the cut~ <3 <3
“You have five minutes.”
You almost jump out of your skin from where you lounge on the couch. Your head snaps over to ii, already watching you. Had you not just been daydreaming about him, you might have been able to process this better, but it’s slightly alarming when he looks at you like he already knows exactly what you were thinking about.
“Huh?”
Is all you manage to get out. Your brain not able to catch up quick enough.
“You. You have five minutes.”
He repeats. He sticks his hand out and shows you five fingers, for extra effect. Then he juts his thumb out behind him, pointing down the hall.
“Get what you need and then get your ass in that bed.”
Your eyes follow where he’s pointing, your bedroom obviously being at the end of it. You pin him with a distant look, trying to piece together what the hell has gotten into him. But clearly your lack of action isn’t good enough for him.
“ii, what the fuck are you-“
“Five.”
He’s staring right through you. It’s like he can see and feel every single thought you have about him.
“Yeah I got it. Five minutes-“
“Four.”
He cuts you off again. Unmoving from where he stands.
“What are you-“
“Three.”
Oh yeah. Okay. That kicks your ass into gear. You’re up from where you were laying and you’re moving across the room before he can get the next number out. He watches you move. His lips quirked up just enough to give away his amusement. You pass by him as you move to the kitchen, even after all this time there’s still a little part of you that gets nervous around him.
He knows it. He likes it.
He lands a soft smack to your ass as you pass him. Never would he ever pass up the chance to get his hands on you whenever he can. Really, at this point, you’d be quite shocked if he didn’t.
You don’t even know what you’re preparing for. You assume he’s got something planned, and if history has taught you anything, you know a bottle of water and something easy to eat are musts when it comes to being in bed with ii. You grab what you can, getting some things for him too. You fill up your big water bottle, throw some ice cubes in it and make sure the lid is on tight. You scoop it up and walk towards your bedroom, ii having already made his way there. You walk in on him stripping his shirt off and leaving himself in boxers. The bedsheets already pulled back a little bit. The sound of you depositing the things you grabbed on your bedside table catches his attention. He eyes the things you got and a little laugh leaves him at your selection. Your eyes meet and he gives you a small smile.
“Relax. You won’t even need those.”
He says to you softly, coming around to where you stand and placing a kiss on your forehead.
“But I thought we were…”
You trail off, gesturing to the bed in an attempt to awkwardly tell him you assumed you were about to get your life ruined. His lips quirk again, this time a bit closer to a smile.
“Not quite. Maybe tonight.”
He says as he pulls away from you, choosing to stay cryptic. He leaves you standing there, less nervous than when you walked in but still extremely unsure about what the hell he wants right now. You try not to let his implication for his later plans get to you, but he reads you like a book.
“Stop it. Don’t think about that right now. Get undressed and get into bed. Don’t make me count you down again.”
His soft smile is like a drug, you want more of it every time you get it. You strip down to your underwear, matching ii, and you both get into bed together. The sheets are clean. He’s just got done remaking the bed, you can’t help the happy groan that slips from you when you realise. You sink further under the blankets and breathe them in. The sigh of pure comfort tells ii everything he needs to know.
“It’s nice, huh?”
He asks you, his voice so soft as he watches you with his own happy smile.
“So nice… I love clean sheets…”
This pulls a little laugh from him. He lets you enjoy the feeling for a few moments longer while he shuffles around to get himself comfortable.
“Alright. It’s my turn now.”
He mumbles to you, opening his arms for you to slot yourself into. His body is warm, his skin soft. He smells like him. It’s perfect. You take no shame in breathing him in. Pressing your nose into his neck and audibly enjoying every part of him.
His arms wrap around you, but instead of holding you like he normally does, this time they end up in your hair. His thick fingers digging into your scalp and dragging through the strands of hair he can get his fingers through. ii has strong fingers, after drumming for so long sometimes he forgets his own strength, but this is perfect.
So much so that it pulls a slightly surprised sound from you.
“This alright? Been thinking about doing this all day.”
He admits quietly, his hands still buried deep in your hair.
“Fuck, ii…”
Is the only response he gets. A delighted groan.
“Hmmm, I’ll take that as a yes…”
I murmurs into your hairline, leaving a soft kiss there.
“You were thinking about this? My hair?”
You ask him as best you can without slurring your words to an embarrassing level.
“Mhm, it looks so soft today. Smells different too. You use something new?”
He asks you, his nose still buried in your hairline, taking a good whiff of you just as you did to him.
“It’s your stuff… I ran out…”
You admit to him with a little smile pressed into his chest. You didn’t think he’d notice so fast. Figured you’d be able to get away with a wash or two with his shampoo and conditioner before getting new bottles of your own. Apparently you were absolutely stupid for assuming that.
“Fuck that’s what it is… you smell like me. I couldn’t figure it out.”
This time he takes a much deeper whiff of your hair, humming to himself, pleased with this revelation.
His fingers are still playing with your hair. Tangling them up in the strands and then digging his fingertips into your scalp just enough to turn your brain to mush every time he does it.
“Hope you don’t mind… didn’t think you’d clock it so soon.”
“Love, I notice the second you do something different. I noticed it the moment you stepped out of the shower this morning. You can’t hide anything from me.”
You can hear the smile in his voice again, either proud of himself for knowing you so well he’s able to pick up on the smallest of differences. Or, just amused that you thought you could hide anything from him at all. No matter the size.
“If you weren’t actively massaging my brain I might’ve been slightly terrified… or turned on… not sure yet…”
He huffs a soft laugh into your hairline, pleased that you’re enjoying this moment with him. He watches the way his hands card through your hair, loving the way it looks all wrapped up around his fingers.
“I can make you both at the same time, you know this.”
He says things like this so nonchalantly, it drives you nuts.
“You need to be neutered.”
You mumble into his chest, silently glad he’s unable to see the way your face undoubtedly turns red.
“No… I just need my love.”
He mumbles sappily, leaving little kisses along your hairline again. It sounds innocent enough but you know that not so deep down he’s having incredibly impure thoughts.
“Focus on the task at hand, hotshot.”
He smiles into your forehead. Tugging just slightly harder on a handful of hair than he has been. A warning.
He keeps a mental note to remind you to stop buying shampoo and conditioner. His one suits you much better. It suits him too. You smell like him. He’s beyond fucking delighted. This scratches an itch so deep in his brain. He can’t even try to explain just how much he loves it. Maybe just about as much as you love clean bedsheets.
A sappy first date with the big guy. He’s a bit nervous. But so are you.
Vessel x GN reader.
Under the cut ~ <3
It’s a nice place. It’s quiet, the lights are dim, the booths are made in such a way that it’s like you’re on a whole other planet when you sit in them. Which normally, would be phenomenal. Having such a level of privacy while enjoying your dinner, it’s perfect. But this time it feels like a curse. Like the world is working against you. Because sat across from you is Vessel. He’s in a freshly ironed button up, a dark blue that looks almost black under these lights. His hair is combed back out of his face and he looks at you like you hung the stars. It’s awful.
It’s your first date.
And he’s doing absolutely everything right.
The problem is, every time your eyes meet you’ve half a mind to tell him you love him.
You’ve known each other a while, and he’s always had that effect. But here, on your first date, when the tension between you two is burning up the room and the feelings you kept hidden for so long are pretty much sitting on the table in front of him? Yeah long story short you’re both clearly nervous as all hell and neither of you know how to approach it. Telling him you love him in a panic attempt at easing into the night probably isn’t the way to go. But this date is just so different and it feels so real, your panic stems from more than just wanting to break the ice, it’s coming from the little voice in your head that’s telling you if this date goes the way you want it to… he’s it for you.
You can only hope to the god he spends so much time worshiping that he feels somewhat the same way.
You like Vessel.
You want him to like you back.
“Look, uh… we don’t have to do this. I’d never want to push you.”
His voice, which you’re sure is proof of heaven alone, snaps you right out of your panic. Then, gives you even worse panic.
“Huh? Why?”
There’s obvious worry in your tone, you know it. He picks up on it, because of course he does.
“I just worry you’re not really present. I’d hate for this to be something you’re just trying to get through, sometimes two people just aren’t supposed to go there… you know?”
His eyes are cast down. He doesn’t want to watch you agree with him. He can’t do it. He can’t make himself watch you sigh in relief. He can’t make himself watch you realise this was indeed a mistake. He can’t make himself smile at you as you tell him you’re sorry but he’s right.
“Oh god… Vessel I’m so sorry.”
Hm. If you listen close enough… you might just be able to hear the sound of his heart shattering in his chest over the clinking of the cutlery throughout the restaurant.
“No, please it’s okay. It happens. You’re still my-“
“It’s just been a long time since I’ve been this excited about a date, got a bit lost in my own head there for a moment. I’m sorry. I’m here I promise.”
Oh fucking Christ thank Sleep one hundred times to the moon and back again. His heart thumps wildly against his ribcage, he’s almost positive you can hear it. And he doesn’t even attempt to hide the sigh of relief that escapes him and the happy smile that graces his lips.
“That is… yeah that’s a relief. I won’t lie to you.”
He huffs a nervous laugh as he fiddles with the tablecloth hanging over the side of the table between you.
“I mean, there wouldn’t have been any hard feelings of course… but I’m really happy you still want to be here.”
You’re silent for a moment while you decide whether or not what you’re about to do is a bad idea or not. But you want to show him you’re serious about this date, you want him to see you enjoying his presence. You need to snap yourself out of it and make some moves.
So you get up.
His head snaps up and he watches you slide out of the booth with a look of complete dread. He straightens up. His hands fall to his sides and his face turns beet red. His jaw opens and closes as he tries to force words out but no sounds escape him. That is until you round the table and slide in next to him.
You offer him a little smile as your side presses against his. Your knees bump together under the table and your hands brush as you situate yourself. He uses his other hand to press his face into it. His voice muffled slightly as he groans quietly into it.
“Fucking Christ… you’re going to send me into an early grave.”
You can’t help the laugh that escapes you. You purposely bump his knees with your own this time, trying to lighten the mood a little.
“I’m sorry… did I scare you?”
“Yes. Yes you did. I thought I’d ruined it all.”
He laughs a little, and he looks down at where you’re pressed up against him. His cheeks are flushed but he looks happy. His eyes sparkle and when he grins down at you, all his teeth are on full display. It’s the kind of smile that would make your cheeks hurt a little bit. The kind that’s a bit awkward and feels too big for your face.
It suits him.
“I’m sorry, Vess. I really like you, I was worried about it not working and kind of got too deep into worrying about it.”
He blinks down at you, it’s a slow blink, his cheeks are still tinted red from your close proximity and you swear for one moment it looks like he’s got hearts in his eyes.
“Don’t panic, love. It’s definitely working.”
His voice is low, it changes the mood almost immediately and all of a sudden it’s too warm in this booth. Who’s idea was it to cozy up to him like this. It feels like you’re suffocating again, he’s so overwhelming when all he’s doing is speaking to you.
He was right before, the tablecloth that hangs over the side of the table really is that interesting. You can’t stop yourself from fiddling with it, you’re starting to feel awkward again. You hear him force a deep breath into his lungs above you before his very large very beautiful hand encompasses your much smaller one, and intertwines his fingers between yours. There’s a slight tremble, you can feel it when you squeeze his hand tight enough. You’re positive doing that made it worse but it’s so endearing that you can’t even feel guilty.
Everything about Vessel is so endearing.
“Thank you for saying yes to me.”
If you weren’t sitting so close you probably wouldn’t have heard him. He gazes down at you, eyes so full of hope. It makes your throat close up and need prickle through your chest.
“Of course, Vess. You thought I would have said no to you?”
“No. I didn’t think you would…”
Cheeky fucker.
“… but I’m just so happy you said yes. I’m excited to be here, like this, with you. I’m sure it’s obvious.”
You lean up and press a soft kiss to his cheek, this causes a chain reaction, starting with his furiously blushing cheeks (yet again), then he smiles so wide he has to look at the ceiling just to calm himself down, his breathing picks up and his hand squeezes yours where he’s holding it in his lap. He looks back down at you with a smile that says a lot. It’s a wobbly smile, his chin wrinkles up and his eyes squint a little. It screams hope. Like most of his body language does tonight. But this smile is the epitome of ‘I know you know exactly how I feel about you and I know you feel the same way.’
Nerves and excitement crackle in the air between you.
“I’m excited too. For tonight. And for our next date. And the ones after that. I’m sure that’s obvious.”
He nods at you, his wobbly smile grows. Somehow, you didn’t think it could get any bigger but it does. He’s gotta cast his eyes down, he looks at your intertwined hands and nods again, at them… to himself… to you? You’re not sure, but he’s sure of whatever he’s nodding about. And that feels good.
I like to think when the ghoul have a partner who is chubby, They put their claws at the waist and squish it because of how soft it is. They love the feeling of their partner being pressed to them.
No because let’s talk about it BDHSVDJDBDJD
I think I’ve made a headcannon before about how ghouls just LOVE soft things… because hello they literally came from the pits of hell. OF COURSE they are just gonna be so completely and totally obsessed with all things soft and squishy. So the second one of them gets their paws on you?? Ooooooooooh good luck getting anything done that day. It very quickly becomes something so normal between the lot of you, just having a ghoul stood behind you with his paws kneading the soft skin at your sides. You’re just so…. SO FUCKING SOFT AND CUDDLY how could they ever resist?? They can’t. They never will. You’ll end up with permanent bruises on your sides because of how often you have one of the ghouls there just holding and grabbing you. They just love it and they love you so much and you bring them so much comfort. After a lifetime in hell, you are the closest they think they’ll ever get to heaven. You feel like what they would describe heaven to be, just pure comfort and bliss and beauty.
I think I will, not exactly sure where to take it now that THE moment has happened, but i definitely don’t wanna stop writing vamp vessel. He’s a sweetie he deserves his love, you know?
I recently got a SICK request for vamp ii which I’m so excited to get stuck into, but I’m definitely not dropping vessel. I love him.
