wreathofblood

18, she/her, fanfic writer, artist in her spare time

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You are a professional figure skater.

Cross, Maru, Tsurigi, and Yuka.

Yuka

Yuka, being a good friend, attended all your competitions, shouting your name at the top of her lungs from the stands and proudly wearing a shirt emblazoned with a huge picture of your face.Yuka was always the first to congratulate you, regardless of the result. Woe betide anyone who dared to ridicule you in her presence.When she wasn't called away on missions, she would join you at practice, trying to mimic your moves and jumps—sometimes succeeding, sometimes not. This often led to collisions and laughter echoing through the rink.

Maru

He only found out you were a skater when you invited him on a date, handing him a ticket and promising an unforgettable surprise. Sitting in the audience, Maru looked around anxiously, searching for you. Suddenly, the lights went out, and he heard the crowd scream. Just as he was about to stand up in a panic to go find you, the bright lights flashed back on, forcing him to shield his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw you in the center of the rink, dressed in an outfit that might have been considered inappropriate—had he not been so utterly captivated.At the end of the show, Maru swept you up in his arms—eliciting a little squeal of surprise—and spun you around, praising your performance while peppering your face with kisses.

Tsurugi

Even though he was completely opposed to it, he would carry your training gear with a furrowed brow. Yet, whenever you tried to take it from him, he’d pull it out of your reach.He watched intently from the stands, ready to rush to your aid if you botched a dangerous jump. He would stand by your side with his arms crossed while the medic examined you. And if you broke a bone? You wouldn't set foot on the ice again until your recovery time was fully up.That didn't mean you didn't try to escape your boyfriend's watchful care, though. After a few unsuccessful attempts, she finally waved the white flag. It seemed as though Tsurugi had a radar, always catching her before she could even step out the door.

Cross

He knew—even before she revealed it to him one sunny afternoon at a coffee shop. Cross casually mentioned that he had been following her at night whenever she went to the gym to train.He wasn't stalking her; he was protecting her from the dangers lurking in the shadows. Raised in a society where women were cared for and shielded, Cross saw it as his role to ensure her safety wherever she went.From then on, Cross closely monitored her training sessions. He would spend the time reading while seated, yet his "third eye" remained keenly focused on her movements.He always made sure she was well-hydrated and nourished after a grueling workout. With a serious expression, he would listen intently to every word she said—whether about training or anything else—as they walked home hand in hand.

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Snow skating

Maru

He enthusiastically agreed when you invited him. Happy to learn more about leisure activities Earthlings do, especially with you. (I believe there's no snow on their home planet.)However, as soon as he stepped onto the ice, he proved to be a complete disaster, slipping and falling on his backside. You ended up laughing, and Maru joined in, praying he wouldn't notice your red cheeks and ears.With your help, you taught him to stand without losing his balance, and then you skated side-by-side, doing it all hand in hand.

Cross

He reluctantly agreed, obviously because he had a crush on you. As soon as he stepped onto the ice rink, he maintained a serious expression despite his legs trembling like jelly, clinging to the railing as if he owed something.Like a good Samaritan soul, you extended your hand with a bright smile. Hypnotized and embarrassed, Cross swallowed his pride and accepted your help. Like a good student, Cross quickly learned to ice skate. But strangely, he refused to let go of your hand, not that you were bothered, of course.

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The beginning of a friendship. (Part 1)

You vividly remember how you met the Okkotsu siblings.

Having recently transferred to another school, you felt out of place among your new classmates. Making friends mid-year would be difficult.

When you tried to befriend them, you were rejected more than once when trying to approach a specific group.

Downcast, you retreated to a corner, away from your classmates, under the shade of a cherry tree in a moment of apprehension. Swallowing your tears, you began to play with the petals to distract yourself.

"HELLO!"

Surprised by the girl's repeated appearance in your field of vision, you instinctively recoiled, causing your head to hit the tree trunk hard. Letting out a groan of pain, you clutched the back of your throbbing head.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

Blinking away the tears that had formed, you offered yourself a handkerchief as you struggled to hold back your sobs.

"Here."

The girl with braids offered you a smile, her hand still extending the handkerchief. Cautiously, you accepted, wiping away your tears and avoiding eye contact. You wanted to thank her for the handkerchief, but words remained stuck in your throat. You froze at the sound of the leaves being crushed. Peeking out, you saw the girl sitting not too close, her eyes closed, enjoying the breeze that scattered the petals with a silly smile on her face. Embarrassed at staring at someone so blatantly, you looked back at the ground, your hands still holding the handkerchief.

"My name is Yuka Okkotsu."

You lifted your head in surprise. Two blue eyes stared back at you, their noses almost touching.Swallowing hard, you uttered the words that sealed the beginning of a friendship.

"Y/N."

Yuka's smile widened, and she jumped to her feet, her braids swaying in the wind.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to my friends," she said, extending her hand towards you. With your heart pounding, you took Yuka's hand, and she laughed, helping you to your feet. Together you ran towards a group of children who were watching you while whispering amongst themselves. As you introduced her to her friends, Yuka didn't let go of your hand. A gesture that she would be there and offer support if you stumbled over your words.

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My Friends

"No, she's going to sit with me." Yuka clung to his arm.

"You're acting like a child. After all, it's my turn to sit next to you," Tsurugi declared, holding his arm in a firm, yet loose grip.

They had been stuck in this impasse for several minutes. Yuka was trying to pull him to one side and Tsurugi to the other, completely ignoring the fact that they were in the middle of a busy train station with people staring at them as they argued loudly.You felt like crying. You just wanted to go home, take a nice bath, and watch a movie with your two idiot friends, who were now arguing about who they should sit with.

"I'm not sitting with either of you," you said, freeing yourself from the pulling hands.

Yuka pouted, and Tsurugi crossed his arms.

"I'll sit in the middle, and you two sit next to me. How about that?" you suggested with a smile, hands on your hips. But the two only exchanged disdainful glances. Her smile faded and her eyes lost their sparkle. "I'm going home alone."

And she turned, getting on the train, which stopped as soon as she finished speaking. She heard the two of them following her, but didn't look. She sat down and crossed her arms, staring at the floor which now seemed very interesting to her.

Yuka was the first to have the courage, sitting on her right side and resting her head on her shoulder. Tsurugi let out a frustrated sigh and sat on her left side."

You know we were on the wrong train, right?"

"What?!"

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This might be a weird request but... Can you write a headcanon (or short story? Whichever you prefer) about how we met D (or any other character you like) and about how we developed a relationship (platonically or romantically, again, as you prefer).

How did you two meet?

Greylancer

You probably tried to kill him on your first date. Very romantic, I know.

Let's talk a little about your professional career to make sense of what's written above. You worked as a mercenary before becoming Methia's bodyguard. On the night Methia and Greylancer were caught having an affair by their son, you were returning from a hunt. You arrived just as she was impaled by Greylancer's spear.The two engaged in a frenzied battle before stopping Methia's plea. Carefully, you held her in your arms, and in her last words, Methia asked you to take care of her children and declared her love for the vampire who silently watched her demise.You promised she would die in your arms, shedding a few tears before lifting her body and taking it home, thanking the vampire for fulfilling her mistress's dream.

I apologize for the delay in responding and for the short text.

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Nobles Bite

This came to mind after playing with my younger sister's dog.

Maria, the dog has a habit of biting any part of your body when she wants to play or get attention.

I must say that your mother, my sister, suffers at your hands—I mean paws, since her favorite place to die is your rear end.

But getting back to the point, nobles bite to show affection and care for relatives or companions.

Let's start with relatives, especially children and babies.

When small and immature, they try to bite their parents and caregivers for attention or when they're hungry.

Causing headaches for their parents and servants, even though the little ones weren't aware of their strength.

Let's say it's a normal occurrence for a male noble to disappear for a while during the teething period.

Often, mothers give them anything to chew on to prevent those short but strangely sharp fangs from penetrating their skin.

That's not even the worst part.

The puppies' nails are extremely sharp.

It wouldn't be the first time you'd hear a nobleman's cry of pain when a child decided they were the best toy and nibbled on them or tried to climb.

However, when they reach adolescence, adults begin to discipline them.

Noblemen are stubborn, proud, and resilient, so they require extra training.

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The count and his brides ( PART 1)

_ We met the lone hunter again. _ (you) greeted her happily mounted on her horse.

D just glanced at her and nodded. (You) was surprised to meet the hunter again and from the direction they were going they had the same destination.

_ Has (Vila) also been called to provide service? _ she asked curiously.

D didn't answer and (you) already said yes as usual.

(You) saw that they were getting closer when you saw the village houses in the middle of the desert sand in the distance.

When your crow (name) came back with a note requesting your services. It didn't say what the service was.Entering the village (you) ignored the looks of hate and fear thrown at us both. (name) let out a gasp on your shoulder, feeling the hostility.

Arriving in front of the city hall building (you) and D got off your horses and tied them up. The entrance was guarded by two armed men and when you tried to enter the building, they were stopped by them.

_ People like you are not welcome here. _ The man on the right of entry said disdainfully, spitting on the sole of his shoe. _ We have plenty of whores like you.

_ The man next to you laughed, finding it funny._ Well, your sheriff has business with me. _ (you) explained, holding back the urge to blow the son of a bitch's head off. _ Get out of the way before I lose my patience.

The men looked at each other before starting to laugh. D let out a tired sigh, knowing what was coming.

_ That would be interesting. _ He whispered his left hand, enjoying the scene.

After finishing laughing, the man took out his gun and pointed it at his head. And the other crossed his arms, enjoying the show.

_ I was going to let you and your little friend go away in peace, but I changed my mind. _ And he licked his lips: _ Maybe if you suck me I'll let you go.

(You) smiled sideways and held the barrel of the gun.

_ I refuse.

Crack.

The man was on the floor with his broken hand, writhing in pain.

to be continued....

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White hair

_ You're particularly quiet today _ You pointed out, watching from the couch where you were lying in your office with Greylancer sitting in front of your desk reading a book with his legs crossed.

_ Maybe_ he replied without emotion, turning the next page, without even bothering to look into your eyes _ but no more than usual.

You shake your head. Greylancer sat in his not-so-small chair, looking focused on his book, ignoring your presence. Tired, you decided to ask him for a drink, so you pressed the button and after a few minutes Larissa appeared with a tray, handing you your drink and leaving Greylancer's on the table, leaving silently. Greylancer took a sip and with a questioning expression, he changed his gaze to you.

_ Are you drinking beer? _ Your voice carries the same tone someone would use to address a criminal

You shrug.

_ And what's wrong with that?

_ You have no taste.

_ Sorry, you weren't raised as a Noble lady who appreciates blood wine from who knows how many years ago. _ You retort.

Greylancer grinned, his fangs shining against the moonlight, setting his chalice aside. He stretched lazily, as if he was absolutely certain that this whole conversation was just another form of entertainment for him. You both hated and loved that about him, and it seemed that Greylancer seemed to realize it.

_I'm not old _ he drawled, tossing his hair back. _I'm aged, like a fine wine. _Although you, it seems, prefer cheap beer.

_The nearly 3,000-year-old vampire_ said, teasingly, taking a sip of his beer, feeling satisfied when he saw his nose wrinkle in disgust. _You're old, admit it once and for all.

And to finish you point to your mane saying:

_ Look, you even have white hair.

Greylancer didn't seem to care at that moment, but later she found out from Shimam that her master asked if she had any white hair, which made her laugh. It seemed that her almost two-meter vampire cared about the white hair.

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I've been out of ideas for Vampire Hunter D lately, so I'm here to ask you for help to get more ideas.

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How to hug Greylancer;

Firstly, it will be a challenge for you to be able to hug this two meter tall giant; Let's assume that Greylancer is no stranger to hugs but few have the courage to do so; He's probably gotten a few hugs from his sister and battle buddies over the years; So when you hug Greylancer, he freezes but then relaxes, not returning the hug and of course not denying his affection; Only after several hugs does he begin to return your displays of affection with redundancy, wrapping his robust arms around your torso and leaving it there until you get tired and let him go; Do not hug him in front of strangers or enemies, he will push you away mercilessly, not wanting to show weakness in front of his enemies, even if you are human; In the privacy of his office he won't apologize in words but will pull you into his arms and let you stay as long as you need;

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Love for Greylancer; .Love in Greylancer would be a surprise, an intrusion into his meticulously isolated existence.

He has always shown himself to be a distant character, resistant to attempts to form bonds, whether with humans or other creatures.

His perception of love is probably negative or even cynical, considering that many he loved have already died or betrayed his trust throughout his long life.

However, if Greylancer fell in love, it would be a love that would emerge slowly, unhurriedly, and almost imperceptibly.

It would be a strong woman (or man), perhaps someone equally marked by loneliness or loss, who understands the scars he carries, in no rush to address or question them.

This person would not surrender to the superficiality or emptiness he presents to the outside world, but would look at him with calm acceptance, perhaps even understanding the pain he hides behind his cold demeanor.

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D and you receive a mission to rescue twenty women from a nobleman, but when you get there there is a surprise;

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Some thoughts on what it would be like to date Greylancer;

•You probably need to get a medal for conquering this six-foot giant; •You were probably the one who asked to be his girlfriend first because if it was on his initiative it could take centuries or millennia for him to ask; •Let's take into consideration that he doesn't understand the feeling of love (as we saw with his confused feelings about Michia) and it took Shiizam or Gallargher to clarify this for him; •But going back to the main subject of this topic; •Greylancer wouldn't be the boyfriend, but he would be affectionate, but he would be there if his company needed a shoulder to lean on; •Your demonstration of love would be in this gift whenever your companion needs it, protecting her from any danger that threatens;

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Greylancer's thighs appreciation post

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What would this be like in a relationship with Greylancer;

●He's not the type to say "I love you", he prefers to show it. When you're sick, he'll stay by your side until you get better.

●Greylancer isn't the type to call you affectionate nicknames, I find it hard to let a little "sweetie" come out of the mouth of this almost seven-foot tall vampire. Only when you tease him with small kisses around his neck and face, blatantly avoiding his lips, does he then moan an impatient "woman", his voice full of frustration and desire. As soon as the word leaves his mouth, he instantly gets nervous and before you can react, he pulls you into a passionate kiss;

●Greylancer isn't talkative - he often doesn't go into embarrassing details or go out of his way to say things that are too cheesy or romantic. Instead, he'd never let you have to lift a finger, be it washing dishes, doing laundry, etc., preferring to leave it to the servants of his mansion to do it.

●He has no experience with lovers. Though he has fed on young humans or had sex with female humans or vampires, he has never known how to love someone properly (as seen in his mixed feelings about Michia), always struggling to fully connect with his partners. His words often come out flat or completely wrong, his methods of affection come out differently. Misunderstandings are a constant shadow over your relationship, fueled by his difficulty in expressing what he truly means.

●Really listening to you. After a long, exhausting day, you poured out all your emotions as Greylancer calmly drank your blood from a golden goblet. While Greylancer remained quiet and focused on his drink, you couldn't help but wonder if he was even listening - or just avoiding saying something that would anger you even more. However, after he finished talking, he talked to you about what was making him angry and sought solutions.

●He loves it when you sit on his lap. (Have you seen the size of those delicious thighs?) When he relaxes in his chair in his office, his blue eyes lingering for a long time on your hips while you were doing something next to him or just passing by his office he would pull you to his legs, with no intention of letting you go or letting you move. Greylancer's breath is warm against your neck, and you can feel his whispered words on your skin. "Don't move." He murmurs, his voice tired. So I hope you cancel any appointments you have, because you won't be leaving there any time soon.

[moon-dragonprincess]

Another addition to my "things that never happened" with my non-existing boyfriend

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So I'm not alone in this suffering.

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What would this be like in a relationship with Greylancer;

●He's not the type to say "I love you", he prefers to show it. When you're sick, he'll stay by your side until you get better.

●Greylancer isn't the type to call you affectionate nicknames, I find it hard to let a little "sweetie" come out of the mouth of this almost seven-foot tall vampire. Only when you tease him with small kisses around his neck and face, blatantly avoiding his lips, does he then moan an impatient "woman", his voice full of frustration and desire. As soon as the word leaves his mouth, he instantly gets nervous and before you can react, he pulls you into a passionate kiss;

●Greylancer isn't talkative - he often doesn't go into embarrassing details or go out of his way to say things that are too cheesy or romantic. Instead, he'd never let you have to lift a finger, be it washing dishes, doing laundry, etc., preferring to leave it to the servants of his mansion to do it.

●He has no experience with lovers. Though he has fed on young humans or had sex with female humans or vampires, he has never known how to love someone properly (as seen in his mixed feelings about Michia), always struggling to fully connect with his partners. His words often come out flat or completely wrong, his methods of affection come out differently. Misunderstandings are a constant shadow over your relationship, fueled by his difficulty in expressing what he truly means.

●Really listening to you. After a long, exhausting day, you poured out all your emotions as Greylancer calmly drank your blood from a golden goblet. While Greylancer remained quiet and focused on his drink, you couldn't help but wonder if he was even listening - or just avoiding saying something that would anger you even more. However, after he finished talking, he talked to you about what was making him angry and sought solutions.

●He loves it when you sit on his lap. (Have you seen the size of those delicious thighs?) When he relaxes in his chair in his office, his blue eyes lingering for a long time on your hips while you were doing something next to him or just passing by his office he would pull you to his legs, with no intention of letting you go or letting you move. Greylancer's breath is warm against your neck, and you can feel his whispered words on your skin. "Don't move." He murmurs, his voice tired. So I hope you cancel any appointments you have, because you won't be leaving there any time soon.

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