Scenario Post: What I Really Want
Scenario: It's their birthday. What do they (secretly) want from you
Trigger warnings: Yandere behavior, sexual content🌶️, vampires
L
What they tell you they want: L says they only want to spend the day with you, just the two of you.
No Crimson Court, no coven politics or distractions.
"It doesn't matter what we do." L murmurs, sliding their hands around your waist to pull you close. "As long as I'm with you."
You could walk beneath the stars, their fingers tracing lazy constellations against your skin, or stay tangled in silken sheets until dusk, their mouth memorizing the places their hands already know.
As long as you’re together, the world could fall away and they wouldn't care. Your undivided attention- that's all they've ever wanted.
The way they thread their fingers through your hair, the slow drag of their nose along the column of your throat before they breathe you in- your presence is their peace. Your laughter, their undoing.
The sight of you smiling is all they need to believe that, if only for a moment, everything is right in the world.
It’s true.
You are all they've ever needed.
They want you- utterly, completely.
But there's something beneath that. Something they're not telling you...
What they really want: They want to pledge a Blood Oath to you.
To give themself to you completely- heart, body, and soul.
To seal their devotion in the most sacred vow their kind can make.
A bond that would tie their soul to yours- bind the threads of fate so that, if you ever left this world, they would follow. So that neither time, nor death, nor fate itself could tear you apart.
It's unheard of, nearly taboo for someone of their status, and they know you wouldn't allow them to.
It’s forbidden.
It’s reckless.
It’s love in its purest, most perilous form.
But it's what they truly want.
You can feel it in the way their thumb traces your pulse. In the quiet sigh that escapes them when you whisper their name.
It's what they've wanted since the night they found you bleeding in the dark, your pulse fading beneath their hands as they cradled you to their chest in that alley. Because somewhere between the first time they tasted your blood and the first time you said their name like it meant something, they stopped belonging to themself. When they thought you might die, that you might go where they couldn't follow, they realized they wouldn't be able to bear it- losing you. Being apart from you. The thought of a world without you.
L would rather follow you into the dark.
They don’t crave power, nor eternity, nor a legacy for their name. The Court can keep their crowns.
To stand beside you, to protect you, to belong to you in every way a soul can.
And a Blood Oath would make that everlasting.
Because you are the reason they still believe in beauty,
in warmth,
in something beyond hunger.
And when they say they'd follow you anywhere, they mean it. More than you'll ever realize.
With all that they are, and all that they will ever be.
D
What they tell you they want: D says they just want to spend the day in bed with you.
They want to sink their fangs into the hollow of your throat and drag their tongue along that lovely tender flesh so they can taste you on their lips and feel you skin to skin. To let your blood stain their sheets, let your scent linger on their pillowcase, a ghost of you they can keep when you’re gone. They'll make you forget that anything else exists outside of you and them, right here, in this moment.
They want you needy and trembling.
And it's true- nothing makes them happier than that.
But when you've fallen asleep beside them, your breath soft and steady, something else keeps them awake. Something deeper. Something dangerous...
What they really want: They want to claim you.
Not for a night.
Not for a century.
Eternally,
In a way that can't be undone. With a mark that will never fade.
A vow engraved in flesh and sealed in blood.
They want their name inked along your collarbone, their bite resting just above it, laced with damphyr blood so that it may never leave you.
So that everyone will know exactly who you belong to.
Who loves you
and fucks you
and kills for you.
That tangible proof, inked into your skin, would feed something deep inside of them. A primitive, possessive ache that whispers mine every time they see you.
It's a dark satisfaction that nothing else in this world could ever give them.
But you're a coven leader, and so are they.
It’s forbidden.
It’s madness.
Utterly insane to want it, or dream of it.
Because it's treason.
To act on it would start a war.
So they swallow the words till they taste like blood, because if anyone found out, The Crimson Court would hunt you down and turn your love to cinders. D would never risk you like that, even if they are so very selfish when it comes to you.
It doesn't leave them, even as they try to bury it. That want. That need.
They bite their tongue when the urge hits them and hold you tighter instead. But when the night stretches long, and you’re asleep in their arms, when your pulse beats steady and warm under their mouth, they let themself imagine it.
Your skin beneath their hands, your blood on their tongue, their mark forever a part of you.
And for one merciful, terrible moment, they feel peace.
S
What they tell you they want: Nothing.
You're the leader of The House of Noctus and they're your shield. It would be absurd for them to ask anything of you, even if it is their birthday. No matter how many times you ask, or how often you insist, their answer never changes.
"You allow me to stay by your side." They say softly. "I have everything I need."
But Snow is rarely forthcoming about the things they truly desire. Especially when it comes to you...
What they really want: They want a secret claim of possession.
Your name tattoed on them, inked into their skin. Or a piercing, placed by your hands, somewhere only you could see.
No one else would know.
No one else would have to.
You'll never be able to mark them like most bonded pairs. You can't claim them openly because of who you are, and who they are. But you can have this- a claim kept hidden from the world.
This...this would be yours alone, and theirs.
Maybe across their chest, where they'll feel it every time their shirt shifts- a reminder pressed against their skin of who they belong to.
Or maybe lower.
Somewhere more private, where only your touch could find it.
It's up to you.
It would be your mark, after all.
And they like the thought of you choosing something so intimate for them, wholly of your own design. They'd never admit to wanting this. But it's there, living somewhere beneath their ribs, a quiet ache that flares every time your fingers trace their skin.
Z
What they tell you they want: They want to spar with you.
Nothing sharp, of course. Only hand to hand. They'd never risk hurting you, not even in this- but it gives them an excuse to get close while you're hot and sweaty and breathless.
To feel your body twist beneath theirs, breaths mingling, heartbeat thundering against their chest.
You're one hell of a fighter. They love that about you. How you can give as good as you get. How you make them work for every inch- every touch.
How you never make it easy.
Nothing else gets their blood pumping quite like you do- your fangs bared, your body straining against theirs as they pin you to the mat, adrenaline and want pulsing hot between you.
But, as tempting as this is, it's only a prelude for what they really want...
What they really want: Z wants you to trust them enough to let them tie you up.
Not for show, or for play, but truly- so you couldn't break free even if you tried.
They want you to trust them enough to surrender, to let them touch you, taste you, do sweet, wicked things to you with their hands and their mouth till your toes curl and your eyes flutter and they finally see you naked for the first time.
Not without clothes- but bare. Vulnerable. Raw and completely unguarded.
Z's never seen you like that- not once in all the years they've known you. But they've imagined it, in the quiet hours, in the dark corners of the leather clubs where they go to forget. Pretending it's you instead of some stranger breathing their name, your body soft and open beneath them, hands bound, trust laid bare.
They're no fool. They know they only ever sees parts of you. Bits and pieces. Strength. Wit. Fire. The things you choose to show.
But gods, if you only knew what they'd give, what they'd become, just to see all of you.
Every secret.
Every scar.
Every quiet pain you hide behind that perfect control.
They want it all.
Every last, unguarded part of you.
Lu
What they tell you they want: Lu just wants a day off. Some time away from The Crimson Court and coven politics- maybe even Northywck altogether. They tell you they just needs a couple days away, some time to clear their head.
Lu says it so easily, so casually.
They're such a good liar, you almost believe them.
What they really want: Lu didn't lie. Not exactly. They do need some time away, but not because of The Court, or The Coven.
Because they can't stop thinking of you, and its driving them half mad. Everywhere they go, everything they do- there's some echo of you in it. The curve of your smile. The way your scent lingers in the air long after you're gone. The sound of your voice caught in the corners of their mind like a ghost that refuses to leave.
What started as an ache has become a void that's slowly consuming them.
A hunger they can't feed.
Lu’s built their world around you- every victory, every purpose, every pulse of them drawn to your orbit. Without you, they have no gravity. No meaning.
And that’s the truth they’ll never say out loud:
That what they want, more than power or peace or eternity,
is simply this-
To be the one you see when you close your eyes.
To be the reason you stay.
In the original first chapter for THoN, a blood oath was actually mentioned, but I took it out because I wanted it to be a surprise later on in the story. (It's probably not who you think it is 😉)
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