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Written fics - #marys musings

Asks I’ve answered - #wine spilt

Headcannons/drabbles - #Mary’s headcannons

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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at the end of the day, it’s you and your long distance best friend against the world

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CRIES VIOLENTLY

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Pause everything right fucking now and look.

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playboy iv doodle for your soul

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Cannibal stalker IV

Gore TW!

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this is literally the only thing that came to my mind seeing this ask

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Hi

bro is hi-ing me without explanation.

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Because I love you, you freaking dummy why else

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The Love You Want

This was a request, and I hope you like it anon! This might be one of my favorites that I've done, neck and neck with Mine. Enjoy!

Content Warning: Suggestive content near the end, but mostly just tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 5.1k

Vessel knew from fairly early on in the relationship that you were the one he wanted to have and to hold. From the way you calmed his nerves before a show with nothing more than your hand on his chest and a whispered, “Breathe,” to the way you refused to go to bed angry, insisting on talking things through, no matter how tired you were. He fell for you in a quiet, steady ache that built day after day, until loving you was as natural and necessary to him as air. 

It wasn't a dramatic epiphany, no blinding light or cinematic lightning strike, just moments. Dozens of soft, barely even noticeable moments that stitched together until he couldn’t remember a version of himself that wasn’t completely enthralled with you. The way you scrunched your nose when concentrating or when you really laugh. The way you danced in the kitchen with headphones in, completely unaware he was watching. The way you kissed his mask, without ever needing to see the man beneath it to know and love him. 

You never asked him for more than he could give. But he always wanted to give you everything. 

The first conversation about marriage had been gentle and curious. You were curled up together on his sofa in the dead of winter, a film forgotten on the screen, your body warm against his under a shared blanket. You'd tilted your head, eyes soft with sleep, and asked: 

"Do you ever think about getting married one day?" 

He'd blinked slowly, heart suddenly thudding in his chest, but his voice was calm when he replied, "With the right person, yes." 

You hadn't noticed the shift in him; hadn’t seen the way his fingers twitched with the urge to hold your face and tell you that he already had the right person. 

From that day on, the idea had rooted itself inside him. 

Over time, it grew like ivy, wrapping around his ribs and taking root in every crevice. He began planning without even meaning to. Scanning the jewelry section of any store he shopped at that had one. He took mental notes of the things you loved: peaceful evenings under the stars, nature trails and botanical gardens, hibiscus flowers and lilies. The way your eyes lit up when you talked about the ocean, even though you'd never seen it stretch endlessly to the horizon in person. 

So, he started weaving the idea of this trip, and framing it as an anniversary getaway, something quiet and intimate. Something meant just for the two of you. In truth, he'd been planning your engagement for months. 

And now, it was happening. 

You were beside him on the plane, dozing lightly with your head on his shoulder and his fingers woven loosely through yours. Your body swayed slightly with each pocket of turbulence, but you didn’t stir. The gentle pressure of your palm against his calmed him more than any sedative ever could. 

Vessel turned to look at you, not just to glance, but to truly look. The way your hair had fallen messily over your cheek. The faint crease between your brows. The little flutter of your lashes every few seconds. The swell of affection that rose in him was so intense he had to exhale softly just to keep from bursting at the seams, as he was already fraying at the edges just being on this plane to this destination, to the rest of his life. 

The ring was in his carry-on. Tucked in a small velvet box, zipped in an interior pocket where he’d checked on it four times since leaving the house. 

He’d custom-designed it with a local artisan; nothing flashy or oversized, just something elegant that you’d love. A delicate sterling silver band, slim and smooth, with a marquise-cut white diamond set between two smaller diamonds. He’d even had your initials engraved on the inside of the ring. 

He hadn't told a soul. Not the band or his friends or family, not even II, though he'd almost caved the week before. He wanted this to be between you and him. Just as you'd like it. 

You stirred against him slightly, shifting with a sleepy sigh, your nose brushing his collarbone, your eyes not bothering to open. Your voice was soft and scratchy with sleep as you murmured, “How much longer?” 

Vessel glanced at the small screen in front of him. “Just under two hours.” You hummed. “Mmm. Wake me if I snore.” 

“You never snore,” he said, lips brushing the crown of your head. “You make soft little… breathy noises.” You chuckled, eyes still closed. “You listen?”  

“Always,” he whispered. You didn’t reply, but the way your fingers squeezed his was answer enough. Three squeezes. I love you. He squeezed back, and rested his own head against the plane window. 

As the plane soared on toward the horizon, Vessel watched the sky outside shift from bright azure to molten amber, clouds stretched thin and gilded like the edges of a painting. Somewhere below, the ocean shimmered, waiting for you. 

He smiled faintly, imagining your expression when you see it for the first time. 

And when you say yes. 

The moment your feet touch the tarmac in Maui; a warm breeze sweeps around you like an embrace. It smells faintly of sea salt, hibiscus, and something sweet, maybe plumeria. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a golden wash over everything. 

Vessel keeps you close to his side as you both descend from the plane, his hand resting low on your back, thumb brushing in small, absent-minded circles. You know he doesn’t love flying, so you squeeze his hand tightly when you reach solid ground, silently thanking him for taking this trip with you. 

He hadn’t said much about the itinerary, only that everything was “taken care of,” and that you don’t need to worry. You let him guide you, sleepy and wide-eyed, through the small airport and into a waiting car. 

The drive along the coast is dreamlike. You’d never seen the ocean like this before; vast, alive, endlessly blue, rippling with the gold of the late afternoon sun. Your window stays open the entire ride, your arm resting on the edge as you stared out at it all, wind in your hair and wonder in your heart. 

“Is this okay?” Vessel asks softly beside you, his voice cutting through your trance. 

You turn to him slowly, eyes shining, chuckling incredulously. “Are you kidding? This is… this is perfect.” 

He doesn’t answer right away, he only reaches out, fingers trailing down your arm until he finds your hand again, his palm warm and steady, grounding. His gaze lingers on your face as though attempting to memorize it; to brand you into his brain so that anytime he closes his eyes, your beautiful face is there to soothe his nerves. 

Little do you know, this is his favorite version of you. Bathed in sun and salted air. Lit up by joy you weren’t trying to hide. Completely unaware of how beautiful you looked to him in that moment, with your hair alight in the sun, casting a halo around the crown of your head. Appropriate, for you are his angel. Your skin glows under the summer sun, shadows casting over the contours of your body as you twirl in the sand, head tilted back, eyes closed, fully immersed in this moment. 

He loosely crosses his arms as he revels in the sight of you as you absorb the salt, sand, and sea for the first time, his heart swells in his chest as the realization washes over him that he’s truly looking at the rest of his life, and he’s never been more sure about anything ever. He smiles at you, his head tilting reverently as you do little stomps in the warm, ankle-deep ocean water. This man adores you. 

He’d booked an oceanfront bungalow; standalone, tucked into a stretch of private coastline shaded by swaying palms and dotted with hibiscus bushes and collections of beach grass. It was as picturesque as a film set; warm teak wood, a sprawling bed draped in soft white linen, even a veranda that opened straight onto the sand. 

He brought you to a soft halt in the doorway, Vessel standing behind you, your bodies resting warmly against one another, his front to your back like puzzle pieces. His hands cover your eyes in order to elevate the surprise. “Are you ready, my love?” he whispers, his breath warm against the lobe of your ear, and you can hear the grin on his face through the words he says. “Mhm,” you hum excitedly, nodding your head, a giddy smile spreading across your own face. He drops his hands from your eyes, allowing them to rest on your shoulders as you take in the room around you for the first time. You open your eyes and squint slightly as the low light from the room bleeds in, and as your eyes focus, you gasp, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. 

There are orchids and hibiscus petals scattered on the bedspread, and two champagne flutes waiting by a bucket of ice on the small table near the window. The low sun casts wide, sleepy beams across the floor, painting the room in shades of amber and rose gold, the chiseled glass suncatchers hanging in the window paint the room in sporadic prisms of the color spectrum. And just beyond the glass doors to the right, the ocean stretches into infinity. 

“Oh…” Your breath catches in your throat as you step further inside slowly, your gaze drifting over every carefully placed detail, and you’ve never felt so seen. “Ves, this is…” You are truly at a loss for words. 

You turn around to face him and you find that he’s already watching you, his eyes heavy with adoration for you. 

His bag is still slung over his shoulder, fingers hooked in the strap, but every bit of his focus is on you. His lips part slightly, like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. 

“You did all this?” you ask, voice low, touched. He nods, stepping toward you. “Every bit of it. You deserve a place that can be any semblance of how wonderful you are.” 

Your throat tightens as warm tears prick at the backs of your eyes. You don’t say anything for a moment, you just step into him, arms wrapping around his middle as you bury your face into his chest. His arms wrap around you instantly, pulling you in, holding you like a promise. You feel him kiss the top of your head once, then again, holding the kiss longer this time. 

“You spoil me,” you whisper. “Not yet,” he murmurs. “But I’m going to.” You tilt your head up at him, playful. “Is that a threat?” 

“It’s a vow,” he says, voice quiet and sure. “You’ll never go a day not knowing how much you’re cherished.” 

And it lands differently, those words. They aren’t flippant or poetic or abstract; they’re simple truth, deep and carved into him like scripture. You feel the weight of it settle in your bones, nuzzling comfortably into a home there. 

He leads you out onto the deck just as the sun begins to sink into the sea. You stand together in the doorway, hand in hand, watching the horizon melt into hues of violet and fire. He doesn’t speak, he just holds you close and lets the comfortable silence stretch sweetly between you like warm honey. 

At one point, you rest your head against his shoulder and whisper, “You really thought of everything to make this as special as possible, huh?” Vessel nods, almost imperceptibly. “And it’s not even our actual anniversary yet.” you whisper, taken aback at just how thoughtful he really is. He’d give you the moon if you asked. 

“No,” he smiles. “That’s tomorrow.” You can’t possibly think of a way that he could top this. But little do you know, he already has. 

Because it’s not the flowers or the view or even the carefully laid plans that makes your chest ache, it’s him. His thoughtfulness. The way he looks at you like you hold the planets and control their orbit with your hands. The way he has orchestrated this entire trip around you; your comfort, your joy, your peace. You could just cry and forever question what you did to ever deserve such a magnificent partner. 

Instead, you turn and kiss his cheek. Then again, nearer to the corner of his mouth. He turned slightly, eyes warm and unreadable, and brushed your hair back with a gentle, loving touch. “You’re not even ready,” you whispered, eyes teasing. “Ready for what?” he asks, curiosity tinting his tone. “For how much I’m going to love you here.” He laughed, soft and low, pressing his forehead to yours. “Try me, love.” 

The warm water rolls down your back in slow, steady rivulets, the air thick with steam and the smell of sandalwood. Your skin still tingles, pleasantly worn from the way he’d touched you just moments ago; slow and reverent, as though your body were a sonnet he’d spent his life memorizing. 

Vessel stands behind you now, silent and focused, fingertips gliding through your damp hair. He’s lathering shampoo into your scalp with a gentleness that borders on worship. His touch is firm but unhurried, slow circles that lull you into a daze. You close your eyes and let your head tilt back slightly into his chest, trusting him entirely, letting him take care of you. 

The water drums softly above you, and somewhere within it, you hear him exhale, quiet and controlled, like he’s trying to anchor himself in the moment. 

His bare chest is warm against your back, the rise and fall of it steady. You can feel the quiet tremble in his fingertips as they comb through your hair, as if he’s trying to pour everything he feels into the movement; love, devotion, awe. His hands slide lower, massaging the soap through to the ends, and then rise again to cradle your skull like you’re something fragile, something absolutely irreplaceable. 

He kisses your shoulder, then your neck. His lips are damp, and when they press against your skin, you swear you can feel his heartbeat thudding in tandem with yours. Unbeknownst to you, his heart is pounding. 

You open your eyes just a sliver, the steam curling up like mist around your bodies, and murmur, “You’re being extra sweet today.” 

“I’m always sweet to you, my baby,” he says quietly, but his voice is strained in that way that tells you he’s thinking hard about something. 

Your brow furrows slightly, though you keep still. “What is it?” 

His hands hesitate for the briefest second, then one hand withdraws to reach up and detach the handheld showerhead from its mounted fixture, bringing it between you to the back of your head. He begins rinsing the soap from your hair, taking extra caution as to not rinse the soap into your eyes. 

With your back to him, you don’t see the way he closes his eyes, pressing his lips together, jaw clenched with something he’s not ready to say out loud yet. The water trickles down his face and chest, but it does nothing to cool the heat blooming in his chest. 

He wants to tell you now. He wants to drop to his knees right here, wet tile, drenched hair and all, and ask you if you’ll let him spend the rest of his life loving you like this. Completely, honestly, and fiercely. He’s wanted to ask you for months, but now, now that you’re here, in his arms, with your head resting trustfully against his chest, he almost does it without thinking. 

His lips part. The words are on the tip of his tongue. Will you m- 

“Where are we going for dinner tonight, by the way? Not that I’m complaining about staying in all day…” you purr, smiling flirtatiously, your eyes still closed as the hot water cascades down your back, and you breathe in the clean smell of the steam. 

The spell breaks. His trance is interrupted, definitely for the better. Who proposes to someone in a shower? He furrows his brows and shakes his head, shocked at his own idiocy. You don’t notice this or the way his shoulders rise with a silent breath as he swallows back the words. 

Instead of answering your question right away, he leans down and presses his forehead gently to yours as you lean your head back more to meet his. It lingers there for a long, quiet moment, and then he chuckles softly, breath warm against your ear. 

“You’ll see,” he murmurs. You smile, oblivious to the shift in his heartbeat, the ache in his chest. “Is it dressy?” you ask. “Just… wear what makes you feel beautiful,” he replies. 

“That’s a trap,” you tease, turning in the stream to face him, water cascading between you. “Everything makes me feel beautiful when you look at me like that.” 

He doesn’t laugh this time. He just gazes at you, eyes drinking you in like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. He swears every time he looks at you, there’s a new detail he never noticed before, and it captivates him. He raises his hand, fingers brushing wet strands away from your face, and murmurs, “That’s because you are, my darling.” 

You lean into his touch, heart fluttering under your skin, and rest your hands gently on his waist. The moment lingers, long enough for his eyes to dart to your lips and back, long enough for something unspoken to swell between you again. 

But he doesn’t ask. Not yet. Because the next part deserves the stars, the waves, and the most beautiful sunset the world has to offer. 

So instead, he kisses your forehead and says, “Come on. Let’s get you ready.” And you don’t know it yet, but in just a few hours, your entire life will change if you let it. 

The breeze lifts the hem of your dress as you walk, warm and salt-kissed, soft as a whisper around your ankles. You’re barefoot in the sand, the ocean stretching endlessly ahead, molten gold rippling across its surface. The setting sun dips lower by the minute, casting firelight over the sky in streaks of peach and rose and lilac. You’d said earlier that it didn’t even look real, and Vessel had only smiled, watching you with something brighter than the sunset in his eyes. 

Your dress sways around you, white cotton patterned with soft pink hibiscus petals accented by varying shades of green leaves. He told you earlier you looked like summer incarnate; like a dream come true. 

Vessel walks beside you, the fine sand crunching softly underfoot, his hand clasped in yours. He’s wearing a simple white tee and soft tan cargo shorts, effortlessly handsome in the way only he can be. Sunlight dancing across his arms, the sea breeze ruffling the fringe of feathery hair at his forehead. He hasn’t let go of your hand once since you stepped onto the beach. 

Not when he showed you the secluded pathway down the cliffside, not when you gasped at the beauty of it all, not even when you paused to take a thousand photos of the horizon. 

And still, even now, his fingers remain laced with yours like a silent vow. 

You don’t know it yet, but his heart is thundering in his chest so loud he’s certain you’ll hear it. Every moment you smile, every time you tilt your head toward him and squeeze his hand gently, he comes one step closer to falling apart in the best possible way. 

“I didn’t think anything could top yesterday,” you say softly, a soft gasp escaping your lips as a breeze lifts your hair and cools the back of your neck. He turns his head to you, smiling gently. “It was never about topping anything.” 

“No?” you ask, turning to look at him adoringly. “No,” he murmurs. “It’s about showing you what our lives could look like together. All the things I dream of giving you. You deserve the world and everything beautiful it has to offer.” 

You squeeze his hand again. “You’re doing a damn good job, Ves. I’ve never felt so special or wanted in my life.” 

He chuckles, nervous now, and slowly guides you toward a little flat area just off the shore where the rocks cradle a small clearing, safe and soft beneath your feet. A blanket lies in the sand, with two tall glasses of sparkling water, and the faint trace of music; gentle strings, like something classical wafting from a speaker tucked neatly behind a driftwood branch. 

You blink, heart skipping. “When did you set this up?” 

“I have my methods,” he says grinning, and something in his voice wavers. You sit beside him, stretching your legs out in front of you, and tilt your head, resting it on his shoulder. The last rays of sunlight cast a warm glow over everything, painting him in gold. 

And when he breathes in, it shakes. This is it. He turns to face you fully. His hand slides from yours and moves to your cheek, thumb brushing lightly beneath your eye as if memorizing the gentle slope of your face. 

“You know,” he says quietly, voice velvet-smooth, “I knew from very early on.” Your gaze softens. “Knew what?” 

“That you were it. The one I wanted by my side for the rest of our days.” His voice hitches, not from nerves, but from emotion too thick to hide. “From the way you calm me before I walk onstage. The way you kissed my hands when you knew I just wanted to break down or break things. From every conversation where you listened with your heart instead of just your ears.” He’s trembling now. 

And then, he shifts. 

Slowly, nervously, Vessel reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small velvet box. He doesn’t open it immediately. Instead, he kneels before you there in the sand, as the tide begins to lap closer, the breeze rising to carry the words that he can’t hold back anymore. 

“I know you hate big gestures and cliches,” he says, laughing softly through the crack in his voice. “And I know crowds make your hands shake and your chest tighten. But I couldn’t ask you to marry me in the corner of our kitchen or under fluorescent lights. I wouldn’t. You told me once that you always dreamed of seeing the ocean swallow the sun, and I - I want to be the one who gives you every dream you didn’t think you’d get to live out.” 

He opens the box. 

The ring glimmers like starlight inside. 

“I didn’t bring you here just to celebrate our 3-year anniversary,” he whispers. “I brought you here because there isn’t a place in this world that could hold how much I love you, and because you deserve to see the most beautiful sights in the world as I ask you to be my wife. My love, my beautiful angel. I want to be with you, every day, for the rest of our lives.” 

Your hands fly to your mouth. Your eyes sting as he lifts his gaze, eyes glassy and wide. 

“So… will you marry me?” 

And for a moment, you can’t breathe. Everything comes to a halt as you hear the blood rushing to your ears. The ocean hushes. The sun halts mid-sink. Your body floods with warmth so deep, so overwhelming, that all you can do is nod. But then you find your voice. 

“Yes,” you breathe, breaking into a smile so wide it hurts. “God, yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” 

He exhales a laugh of disbelief, of wonder, of finally. 

You tackle him into the sand, arms around his neck, the ring box forgotten for a moment as he cradles your face and kisses you full on the mouth; long and deep, like he’s been waiting lifetimes to feel your yes on his lips. 

The waves crash behind you. The sun kisses the water goodnight. And in his arms, you already feel like this is your forever home. The rest of your life. And you could not be happier. 

As you sit back up on the blanket and smooth out your dress and hair, he sits up next to you and open the ring box up again, plucking the ring from its velvet enclosure. You hold out your left hand and watch him slide the ring onto your finger, slipping over your knuckle with ease. You tilt it back and forth in the evening sunlight and watch it sparkle and glimmer. You smile and giggle as you’re taken aback by how beautiful it really is. 

“It’s absolutely gorgeous, Ves,” you say to him, your eyes still locked onto the ring. “It’ll never measure up to you, my love.” he replies, and your heart just soars, your gaze shifting from the ring to your new fiancé's beautiful face, and you pull him into a deep, tender kiss.  

The stars are out by the time you return to the bungalow. 

The night has settled softly over Maui like a velvet curtain, quiet and cool in the spaces between palm leaves and moonlit waves. Vessel hasn’t let go of your hand since you left the beach, his thumb still brushing across your knuckles, as if trying to ground himself in the reality of it all, that you said yes. That you're his forever. 

He opens the door for you, and you step inside to the low glow of lanterns strung from the wooden beams, casting amber warmth across the room. The windows are open, letting in the sound of the sea, and the sheer curtains sway gently in the ocean breeze. 

It smells like citrus and coconut and something uniquely him; clean linen, warm skin, and something like mahogany or teakwood. 

Vessel closes the door behind him, and for a moment, neither of you speak. You just look at each other. 

His eyes trace your face like he’s memorizing you all over again, like the moment he dropped to one knee on the sand is etched into him, but it still wasn’t enough. There’s a kind of reverence in the way he approaches, slow and unhurried, the air between you heavy and sacred. 

“I still can’t believe you said yes,” he murmurs, voice like smoke and honey. You smile, stepping closer. “Was there ever a doubt?” 

His gaze flickers down to your hand, the one now wearing the promise he’s been dreaming of giving you for months. “Not really,” he admits. “But… hearing it. Watching you say it. That’s different. I’m just taken aback by the confirmation.” 

Your hands rise to his chest, fingers resting over the place where his heart beats strong and steady beneath his shirt. 

“You’re mine now,” he says, so softly it almost breaks you. “I’ve been yours,” you whisper, rising onto your toes. He kisses you like he’s trying to say it all again without words. 

And when he carries you to the bed, it’s not with urgency. It’s with awe. 

He lays you gently across the cool sheets, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek before shedding his shirt, revealing the lean strength of his form, the devotion built into every inch of his body. You reach for him, guiding him down into the covers beside you. 

The bed dips under his weight, and you both shift toward each other, finding the shape you always seem to make together; tangled limbs, quiet, loaded breathing, that invisible tether that keeps you close even when you don’t speak. 

His hands are warm and steady as they find your waist, your hips, the slow trail of your dress hem rising beneath his palms. 

He doesn’t ask for anything. He simply looks at you, waiting. You nod, and that’s all he needs. 

The dress comes off slowly, inch by inch, until it slips over your shoulders and is discarded on the floor below. He touches you like he’s tracing art across your skin, fingertips reverent, mouth tender. He kisses your collarbone, your shoulder, the hollow of your throat. Each kiss is a wordless vow. A promise to hold you closely and gently. 

When you reach for him in turn, sliding his shorts down and pressing your palm against the heat of him, he exhales your name like a prayer. And when he finally presses into you, slow and sure, it’s like the world stills around you. The ocean fades. The wind dies out. 

It’s just him, you, and the rhythm of your hearts settling into their home. 

Vessel’s forehead rests against yours as he moves, gentle and steady, his hands cupping your face like you’re the most delicate, precious thing he’s ever touched. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “You’re everything to me.” 

You pull him closer, wrap your arms around his back, your legs around his hips, and hold him as tightly as you can because it feels like he might disappear otherwise; like this is just too good to be true. But he doesn’t fade or dissipate. He stays right there with you, in this moment of sanctitude. He moves with you, for you, anchored by the sounds you make and the love spilling from your eyes. 

There are no fireworks. No loud crescendo. Just heavy breath, hot skin, and two hearts finally tethered. The quietest kind of ecstasy; being seen, being known, being treasured like this. 

When you both come undone, it’s not with shouting. It’s with gasps and tears and whispered names. It’s with his hand pressed over your heart and your lips brushing his jaw. It’s with the knowledge that nothing in your lives will ever be the same again, and you wouldn’t want it to be. 

After, Vessel pulls the sheet up over you both and brings you into his arms, holding you so close it’s hard to tell where you end and he begins. 

His lips graze your hairline. “You’ve made me believe that love can last forever.” You smile into his chest. “You make me feel safe enough to believe in anything.” 

He presses a kiss to your temple, then your fingers, now twined together over your stomach. “Tomorrow,” he says, “we’ll wake up to the ocean. And every day after, we’ll wake up to each other. But we’ll have to wake up a bit earlier than usual now that we’ve got a wedding to plan.” He finishes, and you giggle and curl closer into his chest as his hands find your side and back as he pulls you into him. 

And in that quiet lull, curled up in the warmth of his body and the hush of the sea, you believe him. Because this love, it’s not just a feeling. 

It’s a home, and it’s yours, forever. 

@yourgirlisa @houseofsleeptoken I hope this is some semblance of what you had in mind anon! If anyone reading this would like to be added to the taglist, let me know!

[xxcallmemaryxx]

Fucking cried reading this

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Fat/chubby Ivy

nodding in agreement with you

[xxcallmemaryxx]

Will you be continuing the Vampire Vessel fic?

Hey!

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.

Happy to take reqs for vamp Vess too, btw!!

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You finally met your sweet creature. He’s a big shy ball of nerves. But he’s a sweetheart. What you don’t know is you just told a vampire to stop by any time he wants, and he fully intends on taking you up on that.

Vampire Vessel x GN reader.

For the full experience (or a little refresher)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

(I make some little callbacks to earlier vamp vessel fics, just incase you’re a bit confused reading this one for the first time.)

Under the cut ~ <3

It’s been a week. Vessel couldn’t bring himself to come back and see you. The embarrassment of what he did eating at his bones every second since it happened. He keeps replaying it over and over again in his head. Moping about the manor wishing he could bury himself.

ii was sick of his shit, to put it bluntly.

At this point, he’s resorted to means he never thought he’d turn to. Locking Vessel out of the manor being something even he finds himself at a bit of a loss over.

“This is ridiculous, ii.”

Vessel argues through the door. Standing there awkwardly like he’s on time out. In a way, he kind of is, even if it’s a bit backwards.

“You may come back in only when you’ve snapped out of it, or until the sun has begun to rise. Until then, do not return.”

And with that ii vanishes. Leaving Vessel on his own doorstep. He blinks at the manors front door. Feeling foolish, he kicks a rock and flips ii off. A bit childish, he will admit. But ultimately he can’t find it in himself to care.

He turns to gaze out at the openness of the woods and mountains he calls his home, his safety. Yet all that space and there’s only one place he can think to go. It’s muscle memory at this point.

ii watches him, high above through his bedroom window. Glad he chose not to sit on the doorstep and sulk all night. He can only hope Vessel returns feeling better. Vampires. Such moody creatures.

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He almost didn’t expect to find you still here. Despite ii swearing you seemed completely unfazed, Vessel didn’t believe it. He knows ii doesn’t care for you, not like he does. He was positive iis words were just a ploy to trick him out of bed. He supposes he should cut ii a bit of slack, he wasn’t lying after all.

He settles into his branch, a branch that’s beginning to feel like his home away from home. He sets his sights on you, his beloved human. It feels like centuries have passed since he saw you last. He can’t believe he went so long without returning to you. You’re washing dishes and cleaning up from the day. Such mundane tasks, he wishes he could bring you to the manor. You’d never have to lift a finger again. He knows iii and iv would wait on you just as he would. ii, well he’d take some time to warm up to you… but you’d be the safest most spoiled human on the planet inside that manor.

He thinks long and hard about iis words. Not to return until he’s snapped out of it. ii didn’t specify how exactly to achieve that. Still feeling a bit peeved off with ii, Vessel is easily swayed into being slightly spiteful.

He doesn’t think twice as he jumps from his branch, landing properly this time, and marching up to your door with such gusto. It’s only then as he stands there looking at your front door does he falter. Movement beside him catches his eye and he whips around to face whatever danger is there to end him. When he’s not met with a hunter, the authorities, or any kind of danger, but instead met with a dreamcatcher swaying slightly in the breeze, his shoulders drop.

It’s his dreamcatcher.

The one he left on your door so long ago.

He forgot he made it. He can’t believe you kept it. His dead heart soars. He swears he felt it beat. One faint thump deep in his chest. A smile breaks out on his lips and the tips of his fangs poke into his bottom lip.

This is what is called a moment of weakness. A moment of complete foolishness. Because Vessel is not paying attention to his surroundings. He’s so caught up in his own world, picturing you finding the gift and then choosing to hang it up, that he fails to hear you approaching your own front door. The one he’s standing on the other side of.

He’s violently ripped from his own head when you swing your door open to put the rubbish out, only to collide with his solid body instead.

The scream he rips from you echos through the trees and you stumble back into your house like a fool. Vessel is a complete statue where he stands. Staring down at you realising what he’s done. He can’t even ask you if you’re okay. The only things on his mind is that he actually finally touched you, and that ii is going to fucking kill him.

You right yourself, dropping the rubbish bag next to you as you gear up to give this person a piece of your mind. But he sees the shift in your demeanor. You recognise him immediately. Because of course you do.

“It’s you.”

He stands there like an idiot. His hands are trembling, he can’t feel his legs, he can’t remember how to speak. He hasn’t blinked once since you opened the door and he’s sure if he could he’d empty his stomach on your feet right now. He wishes he could die. But then he remembers he is dead and all that does is remind him of everything bad about his life ever.

“Uh… your bag…”

Is all he can force out. He mentally face palms. His voice shakes and he points down to it like a donkey. You don’t even look down at it. Your eyes are glued to him and that just makes him feel even stupider. He’s never returning to the manor. He’s never returning to see you. He thought falling out of a tree was bad. He wishes he could go back to that night. That moment. What on earth was he thinking standing on your doorstep. He’s completely humiliated. What the fuck is wrong with him.

“I- I’m sorry-“

He forces his brain to shut the fuck up for one minute so he can right this mess.

“I owe you an apology…”

He forces out, he’s never spoken like this before. He barely recognises his own voice. So quiet and unsure. He’s an embarrassment to his kind.

“I believe I gave you quite the fright a few nights ago. Please forgive me.”

And his apology is honest. It’s genuine. It’s real. He really needs you to know he’s sorry. But he knows he looks like an utter fool right now. Twisting his hands nervously and speaking like he has a mouth full of cotton. He wouldn’t be surprised if you laughed him off your doorstep and sent the town after him just for his stupidity alone.

“You fell from the tree… are you alright? That must have hurt.”

Your eyes make their way down the length of him. He’d be a filthy liar if he said he didn’t like it. He likes it a lot despite how much it terrifies him. He watches you take him in and give him a solid once over. Concern and worry in your beautiful eyes. Worry for him. He can’t breathe.

“I am just fine. I was shaken, if anything. I would like to explain… if I may.”

He offers you nervously. His voice thick as he speaks. He doesn’t think it’s quite sunk in yet that he’s actually speaking with you. That this isn’t a fantasy. That this is real. You’re looking at him and listening to him and he’s conversing with you.

“Oh, yes please. I’ve been trying to figure out what the hell happened all week. I thought I dreamed it.”

You say to him with a sigh, a slight smile on your face as your eyes meet his again. He is dizzy. His arms feel like lead and he is positive his eyes are about to bug out of his head.

“So uh, you see this home has been vacant for quite some time. A long while before you moved here, I put a trail cam up in that tree. I rather enjoy watching the wildlife. I was simply retrieving it that night, I seemed to have misjudged my footing. I sincerely apologise.”

These words come easier to him. He’d spent hours coming up with a reasonable excuse, incase he ever had to explain what happened. He’d rehearsed it over and over again. Despite this, he seriously doubted he’d ever actually tell the lie. Yet here he is. Tweaking out of his mind over it. The irony of the lie is not lost on him either, given that those monstrous technologies are ones he avoids like the plague. He bites his tongue as he anticipates his demise.

“Ohhh… yeah I’ve seen them around the woods. I didn’t realise they were yours. Look, it’s no problem. But next time, just let me know. I wouldn’t have minded a knock on my door.”

You flash a beautiful smile at him, shrugging like it’s nothing. Your immediate acceptance of his lie shocks him. He almost wants to tell you off for it. For believing strange men when they tell you things. For not asking questions. For not picking his words apart. He blinks at you. And he has to get his thoughts back on track before he can answer you.

“Yes… of course. You have my word.”

He says sincerely. Placing a palm to his chest like this promise is the most important he’s ever made.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t catch your name. I haven’t seen you around here before.”

Vessel watches in slow motion as you stick your hand out to shake his. His world stops. He realises briefly that you have quite the tendency to do that to him. He looks down at your hand like it could set him on fire. He doesn’t want to leave you hanging. So reluctantly, he reaches forward and grabs your hand gently in his. He brings it up to his lips and places the briefest of kisses on your knuckles. He catches the way your smile falters. He knows, deep in his soul, that it’s because of how cold his skin is. His eyes stay locked on yours as he does so, and even then as he slowly drops your hand. He swallows thickly, his nerves hitting him hard as he forces a wobbly smile at you. Careful not to let his fangs poke through his lips.

“I do not live nearby, no. I live…”

He hesitates. Is he really about to tell you this?

“… I live deeper in the woods. Private property, you see.”

Another lie.

He hates it. He wants to kick himself stupid for lying to you. He feels like he’s betraying you. He swore to himself he’d never lie to you.

“You may call me Vessel. It is of my utmost pleasure to meet you.”

He finishes off by saying softly, bowing his head as he does so.

“Vessel… you enjoy the seclusion too?”

You ask him casually after testing his name on your lips. He almost curses you. Foolish human. Using his name so sweetly. Speaking it so eloquently. Decisions like that get you eaten. He swallows thickly. He has to hold his breath so to not breathe you in too deeply.

“We do, yes. The towns aren’t exactly appealing.”

He answers softly, feeling good about his answer through his awful distraction before-

“We? You live with others?”

There it is. The slip up. He pales. Somehow it’s possible. He blinks down at you like you just insulted him.

“Uh. Yes. I do. Friends turned family. Much like myself.”

He forces out. Not even sure how to describe what the guys are to him. All he knows is he loves them with his whole heart. And now a human knows of their existence. How is he ever going to get out of this one. He’s feeling that bubbling of self hatred brewing deep in his bones again.

“Well, Vessel. It was lovely to meet you. But I don’t want to keep you if you’ve got a trek back home. Don’t be stranger.”

You say to him with a heart stopping smile. You bend over to pick up the long forgotten rubbish bag, and step outside with him to toss it in the bigger bin. He nods a little awkwardly as he watches you make your way back to your door, he steps off your door step slowly. Unsure if he’s grateful or devastated the interaction is over.

“I’ll-… I’ll keep my eye out around here from now on, just incase…”

He trails off, unsure if he said the right thing or if that came out wrong. But when you give him yet another smile, he believes every choice he’s ever made his whole existence that led him to this point, was the right one.

“That would be greatly appreciated, Vessel. Thank you. Don’t be shy, stop in whenever you like. Get home safe.”

And with that you close your door. Leaving him there staring at it with the biggest grin he’s ever sported. Fangs on full display. Eyes wide and full of wonder.

He realises too late that he’s crying. Why? He has no idea. But he’s so happy. He did it. He spoke to you. You spoke to him. You looked at him, you smiled at him, you touched him. He touched you. He KISSED you. He almost collapses. He has to leave. He has to leave before he makes a fool of himself again but he can’t will himself away from where he stands.

You told him to come back any time.

He has got to go and tell ii.

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I was really anticipating this one, I’m happy with it. I hope you are too. Thank you so much for reading!! So much love for you.

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I think it’s about time you became aware of the sweet creature outside your window, don’t you?

You come face to face with vampire Vessel for the first time, by complete accident. Good thing he didn’t freak out, right? Right…?

Under the cut <3 ~

It’s a night like many of the ones before this one, Vessel sits up in his beloved tree, hidden by the shadows, as he watches you finish up with your dinner. He can still smell the distinct scent of each spice and seasoning you used in your dish, it wafts from your home and lingers in the night air around it. He doesn’t have much use for human food now, he can’t remember the last time he bothered even thinking about it. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hungry right now. It smells devine. He’s unsure if he’s hungry to eat it, or eat you after you’ve scraped your plate. But either way, he wants in. He gets a bit lost in thought.

Images of you two cooking dinner together flash through his mind. He’d hunt the nicest meats for you. Cooking it exactly how you like and using the same spices you seem to gravitate to each night. He pictures you two sitting side by side while you eat. Not across from each other, no, he refuses to let a table separate you from being pressed against his side. You’d have to convince him to let you feed yourself. He wants to be the one to satisfy you in each and every way possible and that includes holding the fork and guiding your food into your mouth himself. He’d plant wet kisses to your face as his thank you, he’d take your plate and wash everything up while you let your food settle. And he’d carry you both to the couch to wind down before bed.

He gets so deep into this world he’s created in his head, he forgets it’s not real. For a brief moment, he forgets all about the fact he’s watching you from the outside and that he’s currently sitting in a tree, not cuddled up with you on your couch. So much so, he leans too far forward and slips right off the branch.

Now Vessel is a vampire, so there’s not much he can do to injure himself. But he’s not immune to scaring the fuck out of himself, and in this moment, that’s exactly what he did. So much so, he couldn’t stop the shout that flew from his throat as he slipped from the branch and fell to the ground, nor could he stop the curse that echoed through the trees as he hit the ground beneath him.

Now if that startled him, it definitely startled you. And what does Vessel see when he looks up towards your kitchen window? He sees you frozen in place, staring right back at him.

Vessel’s concept of time is vastly different to yours. He’s been around for hundreds of years, so hours feel like seconds to him. But in this very moment for the first time in centuries, his world froze.

You see him.

You’re looking right at him.

He doesn’t know what to do.

He’d laid awake for hours of a day fantasising of what it would feel like to be looked at by you. As foolish as it sounds, he’d admit the feeling of the thought alone almost kicked his heart back to life. But this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

He watches as you dart from your kitchen window and towards your front door.

And it’s now he realises his night has come to a close.

He cannot get up from the ground fast enough. He kicks dirt and leaves up everywhere, it sticks to his hands and his ass but he doesn’t bother wiping it off. Absentmindedly, his arm wraps itself around his middle. Seeking comfort. Needing contact with nobody to cling to. He hears the sound of your front door being slammed open with force and with tears in his eyes all he can do is stand there in complete shock as you round the corner and come face to face with him. He can tell you’re scared. So he steps away and goes to leave before you get a good enough look at him.

Vessel is devastated. He didn’t know he still had the capability to feel like this. After living for so long, he was sure there was nothing else he could experience that would pull such feelings from him, but it’s right now he realises he’s been proven wrong. He can’t will himself to move as you stare at each other. If his heart wasn’t already dead, he knows it would die in his chest. The look of fear in your eyes is unmistakable. You were never supposed to look at him like this. Ever. You were supposed to look upon him with love. With desire. With content. His throat closes up and he takes another step back. A sob wracking his body as it rips itself from his chest.

He is a fool. Hatred isn’t a strong enough word for what he feels for himself right now.

“I am sorry…”

His voice is broken and quiet, he’s sure you barely heard him. You shake your head at him, stepping forward and going to reach out.

“Just wait-“

But he’s gone. In a mere second. And that stops you in your tracks. You blink into the darkness like an idiot, trying to will him back. Trying to get answers. Trying to figure out if what you saw even just happened or if you’re hallucinating. There’s no words for what just happened to you. You’re at an absolute loss for words, the shock so intense you almost collapse.

You stand there frozen, unsure of what to process first. The fact that there was someone outside your home, in the middle of the woods, in the dead of night? Or that fact he was gone in a second? That can’t be right. That can’t be real. That’s not something humans can do.

You slowly approach the mess of dirt that remains, you didn’t see it but you heard him collide with the ground. As you look up to figure out where he came from, you see a sturdy looking tree branch that lines up perfectly with the disturbed earth beneath it. It’s dark though, so you can see why you’d not noticed him prior. Slowly, you make your way back inside, triple checking your locks on every entryway into your home. You’re on edge, but you can’t shake the feeling that you’re not in any danger. Which is weird to process. You make a mental note to ask around the nearby town about people messing around in the woods during the night.

As you finish up getting ready for bed, your night just feels different. Like something is missing, almost. The air is too warm, or you’ve forgotten a step in your nightly routine. You’re not sure. You chalk it up to the fright of seeing someone outside and try to just go to sleep. It takes a while, but eventually your body gives in. That night, you dream of sharp teeth and oddly coloured eyes.

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You awaken the next morning to a crack of thunder ripping you from your sleep. It seems so much louder out here surrounded by nothing but trees. It’s definitely taken some getting used too. You slip out of bed and stand by your kitchen window, eyeing that branch and the ground below it. Except now there’s nothing to see except for a puddle. You stand there longer than you realise, eyes glued to the ground outside. It felt so real. You still remember the sound of his yell, the sound of his body hitting the ground. You remember the cold biting into your skin as you ran outside to figure out what the hell had happened. But the speed he took off with… that couldn’t have been real.

Another deafening boom of thunder rips you from your thoughts and causes you to jump back from your window. It must have been a dream. This thunder must have been what you heard, not someone yelling. Not someone falling from a tree branch. You laugh at yourself. Of course it was a weird dream, nobody comes out here. Nobody moves that fast. You shake your head at your own stupidity and move on to start your day as normal. No longer worried. But every now and then, you can’t help but look back out that window.

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Vessel does not return that night.

But someone else does.

When ii realised the state in which Vessel returned home early last night must have had something to do with you, he took it upon himself to pay you a visit. Really he just wanted to know if he needed to pack himself and the boys up now. Frankly, he doesn’t care for Vessels infatuation with you. His concern is the safety of his family, and although he doesn’t know what happened, he’s confident that you’re not concerned. There’s no frantic packing. You’ve not got the authorities on your door step. You actually seem completely unfazed. He definitely notices the way your eyes flick to the window more often than not. He finds it amusing, it’s something he knows a certain someone would be interested in knowing. Vessel may have kept the events of last night to himself, but ii is not stupid. He doesn’t need to know the finer details, but he will be having serious conversations with Vessel about you.

“Humans… nothing but trouble.”

He mumbles to himself, leaving you alone and heading back to the manor.

He supposes he can tell Vessel the good news.

Maybe it’ll pull the big sook out of bed.

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Hello hello please enjoy. You finally saw him. You’ll see him again don’t worry.

Also I proof read this while half asleep so I apologise for any ridiculous spelling mistakes.

I love you all <3333

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Smug bastard..

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vampire vessel has my heart!!

will him and reader ever meet..? will he ever bring reader with him wherever he live..? will they ever fall in love..?

Yes, yes and YES.

As if I could ever keep them away from each other. I’ve already got some ideas floating around, so we shall see where my thumbs take me!!

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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.

And thank you for reading!!!

I love you!

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*gasping for breath*

my liege! a- a letter!! from,, the village!

*cautiously, u take the note, opening it slowly*

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.

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Hi yes hello I'm completely normal about this

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YELLED SO LOUD MY WINDOWS SHATTERED