Life is tough with a lot of struggles. Nanami understands that veryyy well and so, he is proud that you have made it this far!! He says “well done” and pats your head. He now shall reward you with yummy bread & pretty sunflowers!
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Pairing: Nanami x Female Reader Characters: Nanami Kento, surprise person (let’s be real you can probably guess lmao) Rating:NSFW Content: d/s dynamic, blowjob, cum swallowing, dacryphilia, dumbification, threesome, degradation, praise
PLEEEEASE the way this man could take me into overtime O_O
Okay we all know Nanami is a dilf without kids let’s be real
It wasn’t exactly an odd occurrence. Being called to the study that Nanami typically resides in. It was just his wording… I need you here now. Usually he’d put it across as more of a request rather than a demand. It feels awfully similar to the events that usually take place after work hours.
“You called for me?” Your voice is quiet as you gently tap on the open door. He doesn’t appear to be in any sort of distress. Nanami doesn’t even glance up, not a single flicker. “Shut the door and come here.” It’s that tone. The same one that never fails to make you weak at the knees. Instinctively, you do as your told. The door shuts and you glide over to where he sits behind a desk, shuffling piles of paper. “Knees.” That command you had heard a million times before was ringing though your head. Your eyes widen in disbelief. “But-” “I said knees.” This being the only moment that his eyes meet yours makes you immediately obey. “Good girl.” His large hand brushes over your hair, stroking you softly. Your eyes flutter shut, loving the feeling of him being gentle. You feel a familiar fabric wrap loosely around your neck. As you glance down you take notice of his tie. You tilt your head to the side in confusion. “Come.” He pulls you in by the tie, tightening it all the while guiding you to sit on the floor between his legs. Your hands rest on his muscular thighs as you look up at him, already diving into subspace and awaiting his next command.
Nanami gently grips your chin, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. He didn’t even need to use his words and you already knew what he wanted. Wasting no time, you reach up to undo his belt. Pictures of the night before where he used it to tie your hands together flash in your mind. He’s already hard. This must be why he called you in so urgently. You know all too well how much he hates wasting time, so you promptly follow the usual procedure.
Nanami has always been good at keeping a poker face. If not for his heavy breathing, you wouldn’t even know that he was enjoying himself. From just a minute your throat already hurts, suppose that’s from his almost unbelievable size. But then again, from the first encounter with him you knew he would be packing. He wraps the tie around his fist and pulls you up closer, slightly choking you to tighten the space in your throat. As he runs a hand loosely through his hair, you notice the veins on his hands coming to surface. God how they were so pretty. Especially when he’d wrap his hand around your neck. “That’s a good girl.” Nanami praises. His voice still low but evidently breathy. You loved seeing the effect you had on him, it was so hypnotising to see such a prideful man abandon his image and give himself over to pleasure.
By the way the muscles in his thighs started tensing you knew he was getting close. You suck your cheeks in more and take him deeper, trying to please him as best as possible. The faint sound of footsteps down the hallway makes you freeze. Sure, if anyone walked in they wouldn’t be able to see you with the desk covering the front. Yet you still panic ever so slightly. Nanami’s breath hitches at the loss. “Don’t stop no matter what.” He instructs, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You nod and carry on, trying to ignore the footsteps growing closer towards the room. Unsurprisingly, you hear the door swing open.
“Nanamiiiiiiii~” A cheery voice rings through the room. Your eyes widen at the sound. You look up to Nanami who keeps a straight face all the while choking you more. “Always working, boring!” The voice beams. “Better than someone who doesn’t work at all.” Nanami replies sternly, his voice having a slight shake to it. “What do you want?” You try your best to tune them out, focusing on the task you were appointed with. Nanami drops his grip on the tie and holds your head down, forcing you to deepthroat his cock. You can’t breathe, you feel the urge to pull back but a warm feeling spills into your throat. Once swallowing you pull away and cough, trying to get back the air that was taken. Once realising what you’d done, you slap your hand to your mouth and look up at Nanami, expecting him to be angry. Yet… he grimaces.
“Oh, I see~” The voice titters, stepping closer towards the desk. Your face flushes to a bright red. Nanami scoots back and looks down at you. “Come on out of there.” Hesitantly, you stand. Unable to even turn around and look at the other person in the room. Nanami guides you to sit down onto his desk. Your eyes peer over to the glass cabinet in the corner of the room that’s reflection just barely made out the image of him. Gojo Satoru. You can’t even bring yourself to look at Nanami, you simply keep your head down. “So that’s what you were doing.” Gojo snickers whilst stepping towards the desk. “And here I thought you were just a workaholic.” Nanami rolls his eyes while one of his hands traces circles on your thigh. “She can be a piece of work at times.” He teases, referring to the times you’d disobey his orders or act bratty. “Not today though. She’s been good.” His soft praise makes your eyes glaze over in submission, that was all it really took with him. “How interesting!” Gojo’s surprisingly cold fingertips gently trail against the back of your neck. “Perhaps you’d let your most dearest friend take her for a test drive.” You could just sense that idiotic smile even without looking at him. “By all means. But she only listens to me, good luck.” Nanami leans back in his chair and crosses his arms, watching the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. Gojo taps his chin in thought. “Then maybe you could give me a little head start. It’s only fair.”
Nanami cocks an eyebrow before staring intensely into your eyes. “Present.” His tone vibrates throughout your body. Before you even know it, you’re spreading your legs on the desk and flashing him your already soaked panties underneath your skirt. He smiles ever so slightly and shakes his head. “Not to me. Him.” Nanami motions his head towards Gojo’s direction. You can’t help but feel a mixture of arousal and embarrassment stirring inside you. You spin your body around and present yourself to the white haired man. Never in your life had you done something like this. Gojo grins widely. “What a pretty sight!” He grazes one of his fingers against the thin fabric of your underwear, causing you to jolt. “And already wet, how lovely.” He presses his finger slightly harder, right against your clit. You whine and grip the desk in anticipation.
Gojo taps two of his fingers against your bottom lip. “Suck for me darl~” His tone just as playful as ever. Hesitantly, you part your lips and allow him to place them in your mouth. Your tongue laps around his fingers, coating them in your saliva. You had craved to have your lips around something else of his but fingers would have to do for now. He pulls his hand away and pushes your panties to the side. Following no hesitation, Gojo pushes a finger inside. You gasp at the feeling of his cold and thin finger now grazing against your g-spot that he found with such ease. You whine as he inserts yet another finger. You tighten around him.
Nanami’s hands snake onto your hips, the familiar warmth from his fingers seeps into your skin along with the graze of calluses. You lean your head back onto his shoulder, panting against the stimulation. Nanami appears completely unbothered by the scene unravelling before him, yet you know that he’s just aching to touch you. The knot in your stomach tightens to an almost burning point. Your legs wrap around Gojo’s waist, pulling him in closer. You want this release. No. You need this release. Your body screams at you to let go, yet you don’t allow yourself. You fight back against the feeling that overwhelms every single nerve in your body. Over and over, you reject yourself the chance of an orgasm. You’ve been trained too well to accept the opportunity. Gojo seems rather confused but still amused at your flustered face, admiring your lustful expression. Once Nanami realises what’s happening, he smirks. “Hard to make her come, right?” He asks, trailing his fingers along your stomach. So close yet so far. ”Admittedly, yes.” Gojo chuckles to himself. “Never had this issue before. I can feel her getting close but then it disappears.” He tilts his head to the side as if to try and figure out what was going on. Nanami lays soft pecks on your neck sending tingles through your body. “She doesn’t come unless given permission. Such a good girl.” He whispers the latter into your ear. The sound of his praise just adding to your wetness.
“Please-” You whine, looking back at him with a delicious desperation to your eyes. Nanami kisses your temple and shakes his head. “Not me. I don’t have my fingers inside you right now.” Despite knowing exactly what was going on, you still blush at his dirty words. You turn to Gojo who smiles widely. “Can I please–” Your back arches off of Nanami as Gojo curls his fingers inside you, hitting another sweet spot. “I need it! Please!” Your soft whines soon turning to begging once you feel the build-up come rushing back. Gojo speeds up his fingers, watching the water spring to your eyes. “You can come.” Upon the discovery that it took just a mere 3 words to send you over the edge, Gojo marvelled in the power that he held. Your legs shake violently through the orgasm that felt twice as powerful all because of the edging.
Nanami moves away from you and joins Gojo on the other side of the desk, admiring the mess made of you. “Not bad. But it’s much better when she begs for me.” He gloats, shrugging his shoulders. You can barely focus on the words that they’re saying, all you can do is ride out the shaking. “By all means, show me.” Gojo motions for him to show how its done. A challenge easily accepted. Nanami steps forward and lifts you up off the desk. You can barely stand with your trembling legs. “Tell me, who do you want?” He asks. You can’t tear your eyes away from his, so hypnotising. “You! Please Nanami- please fuck me! I want you!” Your words make him grin. “Knees.” Immediately, you drop down wasting no time. His zipper is still down which makes it so much easier. You pull his underwear down just enough to slip his cock out. In a second, it’s sliding down your throat. Deep, deep down just the way he likes it. Nanami throws his head back, encouraging you to keep going. Nanami looks down at you, chest heaving and flushed face. “It’s not just me here.” His head jerks toward Gojo. You pull Gojo in by the hem of his shirt and briefly pull away from Nanami. Gojo assists in pulling down his pants, letting his cock spring free. With saliva already dripping around your mouth, you run your lips up his length, guiding your tongue to follow. One hand wraps around Nanami, pumping him while you suck off Gojo. Nanami’s hand tangles into your hair, telling you it’s his turn again. Over and over you swap between the two until they both reach their limit. You sit with your hands on the floor between your legs and stick out your tongue. The two of them stroke themselves, aiming for your throat as they finish around the same time. Their cum lands not only in your mouth but also on your cheek and partially in your hair.
They watch as you wipe your cheek and lick your fingertips clean. Nanami throws his head to the side almost seeming frustrated before lifting you up off the floor by your wrists. He grips your chin between his fingers. Your eyes linger towards Gojo who simply watches with a smug smile while slowly rubbing himself. Before you even know it, you’re pinned to the desk from behind. You push back against his crotch, feeling the hardness between your bare ass. With a slight grunt, Nanami thrusts himself inside of you. Despite being so wet, it hurts like crazy, your hole being stretched and insides pounded. You had been craving this for so long. Gojo makes his way to the other side of the desk and sits down on the chair, watching your face as you’re completely ruined. Your tongue falls from your mouth as you pant. Gojo takes it as an opportunity to put his thumb in your mouth while he continues to stroke himself. Instinctively, you start sucking which seems to make him laugh a little. ”Want it that bad?” He asks, leaning forward. Your eyes glue to his cock that leans against his toned abdomen. You nod and whimper, unable to use your words. Nanami angles himself to abuse your sweet spot. You lurch forward and yelp with tears in your eyes. Gojo stands from the seat and steps closer toward you. One hand gripping your hair, the other steadying his cock.
You stick out your tongue and lick at the tip that still has remnants of his cum. He pushes himself inside your mouth once again, reaching the very back of your throat. It only makes the tears trapped in your eyes fall down your cheeks. He thrusts his hips forward, never giving you the chance to do it yourself. Nanami’s hands almost bruise your hips from the force. Every snap of his hips makes your whine. If it weren’t for a full mouth, you’d be screaming out. “Aww she’s so cute, getting her holes stuffed.” Gojo cooes while still fucking your face. “She’s even crying.” He wipes a tear from your cheek and licks it from his finger. Nanami groans and speeds up. “That’s because she’s pathetic. Clamping down on me like this.” His hand swiftly makes contact with your ass, sending a stinging sensation through your body. You choke back on Gojo, saliva dripping down your chin and landing on the desk. You look up at him with teary eyes, his head is tilted back while he absorbs all the pleasure. He glances down at you and smiles. “So pretty.”
With the spots Nanami keeps hitting, it doesn’t take long for an orgasm to come creeping up on you. You tap against Gojo’s thighs, telling him to pull away. “Please- m’gonna come- please–” You beg almost breathlessly. Nanami tuts and thrusts harder. “Not yet.” He demands. Your mind becomes clouded, you try your best to not let the build-up happen but it all feels too good. Your entire body tightens up at the burning feeling that fills between your hips. Nanami feels your tighten against him with your legs slightly trembling. He pulls you in towards him by your hair. “Don’t you dare.” He growls. Just the sound of his voice is enough to send you reeling. You cry out with a broken voice as your body convulses through your orgasm. As Nanami pulls out, you fall to the floor. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to–!” You whimper while crawling towards him. Nanami shakes his head. “You know what this means don’t you.” He crouches down to your level and brushes his hand gently through your hair.
The wood of the desk feels cold against your now bare back. All of your clothes are scattered across the room. Your hips ache as Gojo thrusts inside of you. Nanami sits in his desk chair, stroking himself and moaning your name. You whine and beg for him to let you touch him but he simply ignores your very existence. Your hands remain trapped in Gojo’s clutch, you can’t even reach out to him. All you can do is watch him as you’re fucked by another man.
You don’t know how many times Gojo had edged you, but it’s enough to have you aching and sobbing for a release. Streaks from your tears stain your cheeks and leave a salty taste on your lips. Gojo tilts his head to the side, looking at you like you’re a helpless puppy. “You wanna come that bad?” He asks. You nod your head while choking back on tears. He looks towards Nanami who sits with a pleased smile. “Our turn first.” Gojo picks up his speed, your insides already feeling bruised enough without his aggressive movements. You whine at the mixture of pain and pleasure. One look is all it takes for you to tell that Nanami is close. His cheeks flushed to a pretty pink that he refuses to ever acknowledge. As he approaches his climax, Nanami stands and shoves himself into your mouth before filling it completely with him cum. His hand covers both your mouth and nose as he pulls away, cutting off your air. “You’d better swallow.” He watches as you let the cum fall down your throat, the salty taste fills your mouth. With few final thrusts, Gojo pulls out quickly and paints your body with his own cum, covering you with the white liquid. Your chest heaves as you look up at Nanami expectantly. He rolls his eyes with a slight smile and heads over to stand between your legs. You sit up and watch the two of them as they glance at each other with a sort of deviant look to their eyes. Not a single word is uttered, yet they both seem to know exactly what to do.
Gojo’s fingers trail to your clit while Nanami pushes two of his own inside of you. You gasp at the sensation and throw your head back. All the edging had made you especially sensitive to touch. With both of their hands working at the same time, it hardly takes any time to get you back to the build-up that you had been deprived of so many times. Your eyes flutter shut as you whimper. The very tipping point being Nanami mumbling a ‘good girl’ under his breath. You lean your hand against Nanami’s shoulder, your legs try to close but they force them open, not letting you cover up. Electricity shoots through your body as you tremble and fall back against the desk. The two of them pull their hands away from you and wait for you to sit back up.
Nanami gathers your clothes and helps you put them back on while whispering soft praises that make you blush. He kisses you on the forehead and carries you over to the small sofa in the corner of the room where he sets you down on his lap, holding you close. Gojo cleans himself up and approaches the two of you, kneeling down and looking at you as your closed eyes make your eyelashes fan against your cheeks. “Pretty good test drive.” He jokes. You snicker a little and bury your face in Nanami’s chest, inhaling his comforting scent. “Might come back every now and then to check on your ‘work’.” Gojo smiles before standing up and heading towards the door. Nanami rolls his eyes and traces small circles on your cheeks, providing you with a sense of safety. If there was one thing he never failed to be amazing at, it was definitely aftercare. You peer up at him. He looks down and plants another kiss on your forehead. “Also don’t think I’ll go easy on you tonight because of this.” He breaks the silence. Your eyes widen as you gulp. “We’re using the rope tonight.” He smirks. _______________________________________________________________ But fr I want to be spit-roasted by these two I will PAY GOOD MONEY This post took me so fucking long for literally no reason
excerpt: You wish you’d studied the stars more, ingrained them so deeply into your psyche that you’d carry the night sky with you, always.
You wish they’d never been stolen from you in the first place.
a/n:nanami if ur reading this i’m free thursday night.
tags:yandere, angst, reader is once again full of rage, nanami love what have you done, overuse of the word hate
warnings: yandere tendencies, obsessive and possessive behavior, slight infantilization, noncon/dubcon, gaslighting (?), kidnapping, slight stockholm syndrome, mention of past suicide attempt
MDNI!
You can’t exactly pinpoint where it all went south. There’s not a specific date that stands out to you when you actively noticed things taking a turn for the worst. It’s like that fable. About the frog slowly being boiled alive. Except, in this case, the frog is you and the boiling water is Nanami. And in this case, this is not some story your mom used to read to you about the dangers of gradual escalation, it’s your life. If you can even call this monotonous hell you’re living a life.
You’ve got to hand it to him, you really didn’t see it coming. Nanami’s always been smart like that. Even now, after everything, or maybe even especially now, after everything, you can’t deny that.
༄Sukuna, Choso, Megumi - Seeing you bend over to pick up the clothes you threw around the room in the heat of the moment.
Your pussy still exposed and completely visible from the way you bend over. And the moment he sees his cum leaking down your thighs? That’s it for him.
Only seconds later he’s got you at the edge of the bed once again, a hand on your head keeping it still and the other one gently keeping a hold of your wrist as he’s roughly pounding into you for a second time.
“F-fuck.. Lemme just fill you again”
༄Nanami, Yuuji - Seeing you put on their shirt.
The moment they see you put on their shirt right after, something snaps inside of them. You look so beautiful and he doesn’t want to see you wear anything else around the house from that moment on.
So.. slowly getting up from the bed, he makes his way to where you are, wrapping his arms around you and placing kisses on the back of your neck and shoulder. You turn around to kiss him and slowly make your way back to the bed. In between the kisses, you attempt to remove the shirt, but he stops you.
“Hmm, keep it on.. Good girl.”
༄Toji, Inumaki, Geto - hearing your voice being all fucked up.
Nothing is turning him on more than hearing you struggle to let out some words. It’s a boost to his ego, honestly. Fucking you so well your voice cracked from all the screaming? Nothing sexier than that.
You can be sure he’ll be over you for a second time. Capturing your arms and restraining them above your head while devouring that pretty mouth of yours. All he wants is to make you scream some more.
“Yeah… scream for me, doll”,
“Tuna mayo”
༄Gojo, Todo, Noritoshi - You make them understand you don’t want it to be over just yet.
Doesn’t matter if you push him back on the bed or simply tell him directly that you want a second round. He’ll be happy to oblige. He likes it when you become bossy from not having enough of his cock. For a second he may even let you think that you are in control.
Getting on top of him, hands placed on his chest, you try to ride him, but before you even realize it he’s on top of you again. He leans in for a quick kiss before he starts fucking you the way you want and need.
“How about you let me take care of it, princess”
༄Yuta, Higuruma - The aftercare.
He is very sweet and insisted on cleaning you up himself. You spread your legs open and get the chills when the wet towel touches your inner thigh. Seeing you clench your legs at the occasional feeling of his fingers brushing your skin is turning him on. And when a moan escapes your lips?
He tosses the towel aside and assaults your mouth, tongue fucking it while his hands are once again playing with your boobs.
“I’m sorry, i promise i will clean you properly after this..”
@cursedmoonchild the absolute best as usual ty for proofreading this for me <3
A nanami x reader fic i want to write but lack the talent to do so #1
I need to get this idea out of my head before I explode, but can you imagine that you adopted a baby boy from Japan named Sukuna. For the past 5 years, you’ve raised him by yourself and you can say you did a damn good job. For his sixth birthday, you thought it would be a good idea to bring him back to his roots and take him to Japan.
As you were exploring Tokyo, it started pouring thus you and Sukuna were forced to take shelter at the nearest cafe. While at the cafe Sukuna befriends a boy named Yuji that looks eerily similar to your son. Turns out this boy happened to be his twin brother. You and Yuji’s father, Nanami Kento navigate parenthood together to ensure that the boys will get to know their brother, and allow them to be able to grow up alongside their brother. However, this proves difficult since you both live in different countries and have your own life back home.
Chapter 1 Summary: You follow your first lead on the Viscount Alexi Cordelius: A vampire named Tara Lydos whose coven resides in nightclub used to lure unsuspecting humans in for trade as feeders. You an Nanami go in to get information.
Warnings: talk of death, blood, some gore… but no worse than canon
A/N: Don’t get use to double uploads. Since the first post was just the preface I wanted to give y’all the actualfirst chapter
You opened up the door to the confessional and stepped in with a sly smile on your face. You sat down, smoothing the skirt of your robes down as you sat. “Father, are you there?” you asked, looking towards the grate beside you. Your sight was great in low light, so you could see the familiar profile of his face. His strong jaw and perfectly straight nose was a dead give away. Plus when you spoke he let out a long suffering sigh.
“Yes, Y/N,” he droned, voice void of any and all emotion.
You giggled, “Good. I’ve been having lecherous thoughts again, Father.”
“I should have killed you when I had the chance.”
“Guess you didn’t expect to be stuck with me for two years,” you laughed quietly, “I’m still hoping you’ll lose it one day and stake me.”
“Not until we find the Viscount. Then it will be my utmost pleasure.”
“Yeah? You looking forward to penetrating me, Father?” you purred leaning against the wall that separated the two of you.
“My directions are to continue your nightly prayers, beg God for forgiveness and perhaps a more tolerable personality.”
You clicked your tongue, “I thought we were all made perfectly in His image.”
“Not you. You are an annoying bloodsucking leech.”
“I drink blood, I don’t suck it. But I could-”
“Get out,” he cut you off and you pressed a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing too loudly.
“We are still meeting at the front gates at midnight, right?” you asked.
“Yes, one of the younger priests will look after the church. You will be on your best behavior tonight.”
“Oh, I’ll be real good for you, Father.”
He sighed again, “Get out of here. Now.”
You pressed your lips together before getting up and leaving the confessional booth. You smoothed out the robes of your habit and moved on to continue your duties in the church. When you agreed to stick around in order to kill the Viscount you never expected to have to pose as a nun. You were the least holy woman ever. It seemed blasphemous to make you wear the habit. You were pretty sure the younger priests were having a hard time with their vows based upon looking at you. Even with the robe jumbling your form, your face was pretty enough to carry you through life. When you were feeling bored, you’d smile and bat your eyes at them, just to see them fumble. Some of the sisters were the same way. You had your eye on one, who maintained that gay women were perhaps God’s holiest creatures. Did you follow her logic at all? No, she was probably just under the weight of some crazy religious guilt, but you were interested in how far she wanted to go to prove her theories. This church was weird. To be fair, there was no shortage of weird churches in a world where vampires existed. One of the first things many vampires did, upon the dawn of the modern age, was corrupt churches. They changed scripture, skewed ideals, turned the abrahamic religions against each other. There were very few truly holy churches, and this was one of them.
Nanami had explained that even though it appeared Catholic it was technically agnostic because the larger organization of the Catholic church did not recognize them. Their own ideologies differ too greatly. Which was to be expected, considering the state of churches these days.
“You are on truly hallowed ground, so please do your best not to desecrate it.”
You frowned, “I was under Sister Megan’s skirt last week.”
Nanami breathed sharply through his nose, “Sexuality does not affect the church. I’m not going to tell you how to do it, because I’m confident you would start seeking out an opportunity to ruin everything.”
Life in the church was simple though, and incredibly boring. It was a miracle that the sun didn’t bother you, past being a bit bright for your eyes. It was something that gave Nanami pause as well. As far as the both of you could tell the Viscount meant to make you special. However neither of you knew what his purpose was. Tonight you would be going to check out a known vampire coven to see what they knew about the Viscount. Nanami would fill you in on why he thought they would know. The higher officials of the church usually gave him orders, and then you got your orders from Nanami. Sometimes you just helped him slay vampires. It was something to look forward to. Nanami was an excellent fighter. Over the last two years he’d trained you in fighting vampires.
Since you existed on animal blood you weren’t as strong as your human blood drinking counterparts but you had a few advantages over them. The use of holy items was one of your advantages as well as the fact that you don’t smell like a vampire. Lastly, if you could make it until daylight, you’d win against any of your opponents. Right now, the running theory about your immunity to holy items was that you were not damned because you had not taken an innocent life. You’d never had human blood. Nanami was not completely sold on that idea, though.
You met him at midnight by the church gates. When he was going out to deal with vampires he always retired the priest robes. It made him stand out too much. No vampire was going to let a priest into their midst. Instead he wore an all black suit. It was basic, but it betrayed how built he was. The broad shoulders were obvious no matter what he was wearing, but his arms, the beautiful muscles of his chest, that sat like the perkiest pair of boobs you’d seen in your life, the way his waist pulled in, that was only visible in this plain black suit. So you loved the suit. Nanami was sitting on a ledge sliding silver rings on his fingers. Nanami had many weapons at his disposal, but he preferred to be more hands on.
“You know, those rings are kinda hot,” you said as you approached.
He spared you a withering glare before handing the briefcase at his side to you, “Get your weapons.”
“All work no play, huh?” Again, he didn’t respond. Your only source of constant entertainment came in the form of teasing Nanami. He was so easily exasperated with you. You set the case on the same ledge he was sitting on and grabbed your equipment. It was easier for you to hide your weapons under dresses and skirts, plus you enjoyed the spectacle of putting on your thigh holsters. Though Nanami didn’t even spare you a glance as you clicked everything into place.
“Where to tonight, boss?” you asked as you slid your daggers into place. You had a long black coat to go over everything and hold more weapons.
“The Lotus night club.”
“Oh? Do you dance, Father?” you asked with a smile.
“No.”
“I think I could change that,” you shook your hips, playfully.
“We’re after the head of a coven. Her name is Tara Lydos.”
“Oh a girlboss,” you said lightly.
“She helps old rich vampires acquire feeders,” Nanami continued. He looked up in time to see your expression darken. He knew that would sober you up a bit. You were good at Vampire slaying, he would willingly admit that much, but everything that came with being your handler hardly seemed worth it at times. Your cause had remained the same, and that was something he could respect. You wanted to kill the Viscount Alexi Cordelius, and any vampire in between you and that goal would meet their end. He could at least admire your unwavering resolution. When this mention began to stretch on and you took to your immortality a bit more he feared that you would desire a renegotiation of your terms. After all, the strength and rapid healing that came with vampirism was a privilege humans did not enjoy. Either way, your enthusiasm to kill other vampires had not waned.
Human nightlife drew in vampires like moths to the flame. Unfortunately, the only people getting burned were the humans. It was a concerted effort by the holy churches that were left to make people aware of the vampires living among them, but it was an even bigger effort on behalf of vampires and the larger societal norm to ignore such things. When vampires infiltrated the churches one of the first things they did was mock the very existence of vampires, witches, lycans and things like that. First they started by hunting other species that made humans their prey, the werewolves took the biggest hit, then they went for the witches who could spot a vampire a mile away and had the power to kill many of them at once. From there, anything left behind got the message. Vampires had placed themselves at the top of the hierarchy of monsters. Furthermore, they were slowly but surely making their move to domesticate humans.
Nanami walked into the nightclub first with you close behind him. The music was so loud you could feel the bass thump in your chest. Flashing lights made the image of the dancing writhing bodies around you skip and appear jumpy until your eyes grew accustomed to the milliseconds of darkness between the different colored lights.
“Keep up,” Nanami said to you, grabbing your wrist to keep you moving. You didn’t even realize you’d stopped moving.
This place smelled like a buffet, and you didn’t mean that it was appetizing. That mix of food smells was not always appetizing when you went into a buffet. The sight of the food was. If you saw humans as food maybe you would be more enticed. Moreover, you were worried about the sharper scents, the ones that stuck out. Like getting a nose full of cinnamon, or sandalwood, the scents of vampires were easy to find. You scanned the room and noticed whose eyes turned to you and Nanami. There was suspicion in their gaze. You turned your gaze to Nanami who was obviously looking for someone. Unknown vampires walking into a feeding den was already cause for suspicion but when both of them smell weird it could get you ambushed.
You pulled Nanami towards you as the two of you were moving across the dancefloor. You were stronger than him, though easily out maneuvered. He changed your grip on his wrist immediately so that he was holding your wrist in a tight grip.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
“Dance with me,” you purred, stepping in closer to him and pulling him down so you could speak in his ear, “We’re drawing suspicion.”
Nanami looked around, and he saw the eyes following the two of you. You were right, much to his distaste. The two of you were drawing attention.
“I’m gonna get a drink.”
“You don’t wanna dance with me, Father?”
“Don’t call me Father right now.”
“You don’t wanna dance with me, daddy?”
He let out a sharp annoyed breath, glaring down at you. His mouth was down turned, and his brow tense. You grinned up at him.
“I need that drink,” he sighed, turning away from you but still keeping that firm grip on your wrist. You kept your smile on your face and elected to hug his arm close to your body. That action served two purposes: It made the two of you look a bit more like a couple to outside eyes, and you got to feel Nanami’s bicep. The bar lights were green making the vampire behind the bar look a bit ghoulish but no less beautiful. Her lips were painted black while the lights made her pale skin appear green. Her eyes were on Nanami first, and then you. She gave you a sly smile
“Aren’t you a pretty thing,” she purred, “First one’s on the house for pretty women. What are you having?”
“I’ll have a cosmo,” you answered leaning against the bar to return her flirtatious grin. You knew Nanami was rolling his eyes, you didn’t have to look at him to know that. It was two years of working with this big grump. Two years of talking to him about your mission, training with him, and flirting. Sometimes you miss how frequently the two of you used to train. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of his warm solid body pinning you down when you failed to block his attacks correctly. If you had any sense you would have prolonged your learning period. However Nanami had his ways of making you focus and betray the fact that you were learning to fight and quickly.
“And your best bourbon for this one, neat,” you ordered, remembering that he needed a drink not you. You could get drunk but it took a while. But from the way the bartender was pouring your drinks, maybe it wouldn’t take that long. You glanced at Nanami to see he was looking around. You wondered how he usually handled places like this. You leaned in close to him, tugging him down by his collar so you could speak in his ear.
“You look like a narc, Nanami. You’re making the bartender suspicious.” You cut your eyes to her, and saw that she was still eyeing him. You kissed his neck before pulling back. You felt his body temperature spike at the action as you pulled away. His heart was thumping right along with the bass in the club.
You turned to the bartender leaning over the counter to talk to her and show off your cleavage, “He’s a bit shy around us,” you winked, “He’s only half-blood.”
Her eyes lit up with interest. If this was the kind of place that trapped human’s with rare blood types then it came as no surprise to you that she would find him interesting. It put extra eyes on the two of you, but now they were no longer suspicious eyes. She gave you your drinks and the two of you sat down to enjoy them.
“Already scouting out a prettier woman than me?” you questioned. He gave you a questioning look and you curled your finger at him to move in closer.
“You’re not very good at this. You look suspicious.”
“I don’t usually fraternize in dens of iniquity,” he hissed at you.
You pulled back and rolled your eyes, “Just leave it to me, beautiful. I’ll make this work.” You brought your drink to your lips and took a large gulp. You’d gone on a couple missions with Nanami, he usually went on his own, especially when you were still bad at fighting. At this point you could only assume that those missions were just raids. He didn’t need to be discreet, he just had to be fast and strong. Those missions were all about killing as many vampires as possible, and maybe torturing one for information. It was not possible for the two of you to start staking your way through this place. There were too many humans around who could get hurt, and honestly you were far too outnumbered to try a stunt like this. So you’d have to blend in. As you swayed along with the music and sipped your drink you looked around for the target. You caught sight of her on the eastern balcony. She was a woman as pale as death with dark hair and makeup that only exacerbated her paleness. She spoke to a vampire beside her, probably her hired muscle. The vampire came down from the balcony into the dancing crowd and they stopped at a young woman who was dancing like she meant to bewitch everyone in the room. The vampire escorted her up to VIP with your target.
“Let’s dance,” you said, finishing your drink hastily.
“Absolutely-”
“Good,” you grabbed his arm as you hopped down from the bar stool to go towards the dancefloor. You knew he was allowing you to drag him along, probably for the sake of not causing a scene. When you got to the middle of the dancefloor, you turned to press your palms against Nanami’s stomach and slowly bring your arms around his waist.
“It looks like she calls hot people up to VIP. Why don’t you make use of the pretty face God gave you.” Nanami glanced up at the balcony, obviously considering your words, “Fine… but I am not familiar with the way that people dance at places like this.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take the lead,” you smiled. You grabbed his hands and put them on your hips. You missed dancing in clubs. You weren’t exactly a party girl in your first life, but you were known to step out when it suited you. Dancing with Nanami reminded you of so many nights when you were still human. You were smart enough not to be in a place like this, but the heavy bass of the music, the flashing colored lights and the feeling of anonymity in a crowd that clubbing gave you was all encompassing. It was nice to forget yourself… not that something like that was possible now. Your senses were too sharp. The position of everyone in the room was all too obvious to you. You knew the warm bodies from the cold ones, and could hear the heavy beating hearts all around you. But it was nice to pretend to lose yourself as you made Nanami move with you. He at least had rhythm, though his hands were resolutely plastered to your hips and he looked like a middle schooler at his first school dance.
“It’s like you don’t even care if we get this lady. If you can’t handle it I’m sure I can do it alone,” you teased in his ear, pressing your chest to his in order to get close enough to do it. With that you turned around to put your back against him. You heard him give another suffering sigh as you bent over to shake your ass. Much to your surprise, Nanami didn’t let you go. Instead he simply changed his grip to keep you against him. So he did know a little something about dancing in a club.
There were things you missed about being human, that you missed now. You missed how your body used to flush, when you were flustered. If you’d met Nanami, by some weird twist of fate, while you were still human your body would have been constantly overheated, and feeling his hands on your hips, your waist, anywhere really would have had your pulse racing. A light sweat might have misted your skin in reaction to just how beautiful he was, or how big and strong his hands felt against you. Now… there was arousal sure but you couldn’t, in good faith, say that your heart was racing. It had barely picked up its pace, and you weren’t hot all over. You were probably closer to room temperature, like a corpse reanimated and moving about. The only body heat you gained was from warmth stolen from the atmosphere and the friction of your body against Nanami’s. Nanami was warm, perhaps warmer than a normal human though his heart rate was more like yours than a human. It moved slow and steady, pumping blood with optimal efficiency. His warmth made you lean into him, like a snake seeking out warmth.
Your movements could have put the serpent of Eden to shame. The winding of your waist and the temptation they brought, was enough to get the attention of the people around you. Nanami was more aware of the eyes that peered at you than you were. In a body that never grew tired of such a motion, and feet that would never begin to ache in your silly, impractical shoes, dancing was just a matter of skill. And you were very skilled.
Nanami truly couldn’t tell if you were giving your all for the sake of the mission, or trying to fluster him. Knowing you, it was a little bit of both. It worked though. Nanami bristled as he saw a vampire striding purposefully toward the two of you. He gripped your hip and pulled you back against him in case this was an attack.
“Oh, careful daddy you’ll get me all excited,” you purred, only to look up and see the vampire from before coming towards the two of you.
“The Lady wants to see you in VIP.” He said, before turning purposefully to lead the way. Nanami followed first, taking hold of your wrist to drag you along with him. The crowd parted the men in front of you and you simply moved in their wake.
VIP was filled with humans, any of whom might have their lives irrevocably changed tonight. They could be killed in a back alley somewhere, drained dry, or they could be taken home for the same purpose. An unlucky few might find themselves elected as feeders. You passed a young man with blood that smelled sweeter than maple syrup, with that same woodsy scent to go with it. He could be one of the unlucky few. Tara Lydos had not been the one to sell you like cattle but another woman like her had. It was easier for humans to trust beautiful women. They were under the unfortunate notions that beauty meant goodness, and women were harmless.
Instead of being left to wander, the two of you were taken to a private room. It was empty at the moment, with a half circle booth and a pole in the center of the room. Personal dances from vampires and human alike looking to gain something from a powerful woman.
“I’ve never worked a pole before,” you said.
“That’s surprising,” Nanami mused.
“Yeah? You’ve thought about me on the pole. We could see what I’m capable of. I don’t think Lady Tara Lydos would mind.”
He turned his stoic face towards you in order to glare. You playfully snarled at him before snapping your teeth. The door to the private room opened and a tall slender woman walked through it. She had long bone straight hair that was a bit thin, and cut bluntly at the ends, playing up the sharp angles of her body. She had a joint at the end of a long that she held between her fingers. It seemed out of place in the club but very unbrand for her look.
“A half breed and a strange smelling vampire walk into my club,” she began, her voice was deeper than you expected, but after a moment it seemed completely natural to you.
“Is there a punchline to this joke?” you asked when she didn’t continue.
“You tell me.” She stared you down and you met her gaze unflinchingly. You hadn’t done anything yet so there was no reason to be nervous.
“We’re just here for a good time,” you said blithely.
“So why is your pet so tense?”
“When was the last time you saw a half breed?” you asked, “We don’t typically let them live long.”
She nodded in agreement, “He’s cute. I see why you keep him around. But you seem like a rarity too, aren’t you one of Cordelius’s girls?”
You bristled and you felt Nanami tense at your side. You didn’t expect to be recognized. It’s not like you’d managed to memorize the face of every vampire who walked through the Viscount’s court, there were too many of them.
“You were the rose of the group, I’d know your scent anywhere. It seems an awful waste for him to change you, and even more of a waste for him to cut you loose.” She smiled showing off her glistening canines. You didn’t know what to say to her words or what she meant by them.
“I don’t pretend to understand that man,” you answered blithely, “But I heard you could deliver a good time, and considering my first life, I’d say I’m owed a good time.”
Her grin only widened, “I would ask the purpose of your pet?”
“… He’s easy on the eyes, and a brilliant fuck,” you answered after just a moment of hesitation. You glanced at Nanami out of the corner of your eye to see how he was fairing. He was tense, but it wouldn’t be odd for him to be tense in the current situation. He was in a room full of vampires. Tara Lydos seemed to float as she moved. Her steps were too graceful to determine one from the next. She loomed over Nanami and you watched his hand twitch towards his concealed weapons. You leaned in close, grabbing his wrist to keep him from doing anything hasty. The last thing you needed was to get into a brawl with the entire club.
“I don’t usually go for blondes, but there was just something special about this one,” You cooed running your fingers through his hair. To Nanami’s credit he kept his expression neutral.
She hummed before running a claw like nail along his jawline.
“You have good taste. You both smell odd, but you have this delightful sharpness to you that I’ve never smelled before. I suppose vampires never turn a human with such sweet blood. This is the first time I’m smelling someone like you. You must have a hard time keeping us away from you.”
“Ah yeah. I have to beat people off me with a stick,” you said in a sort of cavalier manner. Nanami never let on that you smelled like anything really. You had no idea that your scent was different from any other vampire. Even on the small routine hunts you went on you never noticed anything was amiss, but you supposed the two of you didn’t usually leave vampires alive long enough for them to talk about it. She leaned in close to you taking a deep breath.
“It’s intoxicating. Maybe that’s why Cordelius changed you. I’ll have to send him my regards. He is a visionary.”
“Where is the Viscount these days?” you asked, trying to seem nonchalant about it as she kept breathing in your scent.
“You don’t know?”
“He’s not one for telephones,” you offered, which was the truth. In your time under lock and key with him you listened to more than a few of his rants about technology and the modern world. He could be a crotchety old man. She hummed a sound of agreement.
“In the last letter I received he was in Wales.”
“Ah, in the old castle,” you nodded knowingly.
She hummed again, this was a more pleasured sound and her nose got closer to your neck. She stiffened, “Pardon me. I do find you hard to pull away from.”
You let out a coy little laugh, reaching out very slowly to touch her hair. You didn’t want her to misinterpret this moment for an attack. She leaned into your touch as you played in her hair.
“Why don’t you sit with us?” you offered, “There are more pleasures to experience from me than just my smell.”
Vampires were hedonistic creatures. It could not be confirmed whether this was a simple fact of their nature or a byproduct of immortality, but it was true of most vampires. You thought that Nanami was proof against the rule, he hardly did anything pleasurable, but one could argue that was because he was only half vampire. Every other vampire you came in contact with was like that. After all, the act of feeding was euphoric. Well the act of feeding on human blood was euphoric and you only knew that from your time as a feeder. Drinking animal blood was… unpleasant to say the least. But feeding from a live human could put a vampire into a blood drunk high of epic proportions.
You gently pushed her to sit in the booth beside you, and you crawled in her lap. You watched her wave away the guards standing by the door as she brought her hands up your body. You’d be remiss to say you didn’t have a bodily reaction to her touches. It had been 2 years with only minimal sexual contact. Being a vampire got you your own room in the convent but you didn’t trust yourself to be too close to humans, so as much as you played around about corrupting the nuns, the most you could do was flirt and give them impure thoughts to repent about later.
She fawned over you, “You’re warm for a vampire, you know? I hardly believe you have fangs.”
“Wanna see ‘em?” you grinned letting her see the sharp canines that plagued your existence,
“Do you know if Cordelius is still in Wales?” Nanami asked and you felt Tara bristle. She must have forgotten he was even there.
“What is your business with Cordelius?” she narrowed her eyes at him.
You had to think quick, so you settled in her lap and put an arm behind her neck, “I promised him I would take him to meet my maker, see if the brilliant Viscount might make a respectable vampire of him.”
She breathed in slowly, obviously taking a long whiff of you in the process. She moved in close again, nuzzling your neck. You made eye contact with Nanami who was staring at you in confusion, You gave him an equally confused look back. You didn’t know what was going on any better than he did, you were just better at thinking on your feet.
“Yes, yes, Cordelius is still in Wales he said he had to regroup after losing a… treasure of his,” she became very still and she pulled back to look at you, “When was the last time you saw Cordelius?”
“A couple of months ago,” you lied through your teeth.
“Is that so? Then naturally you know he’s been looking for something very dear to him. He wouldn’t say what.”
“Yes, a bauble from the 18th century. He’s quite attached to it.”
“It was no bauble,” Tara’s arm around you became a steel band, locking you in place, “No he was looking for something far more precious.”
“You’re holding me a bit tight there, sweetheart.”
Tara opened her mouth to yell but Nanami had a silver blade up to her throat before she could make a sound.
“I will take off your head, leech.”
“What is this?” she hissed looking at you with wide blood red eyes.
“Sorry, baby,” You lifted the skirt of your dress to grab the thin silver pike strapped to your thigh, “What does Cordelius want with me?”
“I’m not telling you shit- Ah!” she cried out as Nanami placed the blade against her neck more firmly.
“That is not a suitable answer. What is he after?”he insisted.
“You’ll kill me anyway. I am never-!” Before she could even finish, Nanami took off her head.
“We might have gotten more information from her,” you complained.
“And she might have alerted the guards. Come on,” he said and you got out of the dead vampires lap to follow him. He cleaned his blade on her dress before concealing it again. The two of you tried to walk past the guards outside of the room casually. However, you barely made it a few feet before they were yelling at you. It was just enough time for them to look in the room, see her body and start chasing.
Nanami broke out into a sprint grabbing your arm in the process. With the other hand he pulled a gun. You knew it shot silver bullets, something that could kill a vampire or severely wound one. You took the lead in forging your escape route as he turned around to shoot the two vampires with deadly precision. Screams erupted in the club. So much for keeping a low profile. As you made it to the stairs vampires lunged with gleaming teeth at you and you yanked Nanami back to keep him from their clutches. You drove the silver pike still in your hand into the throat of the closest one and kicked its body into the crowd causing a good number of them to fall backwards. Nanami turned in time to shoot at the approaching hoard. You had another silver pike and grabbed it with practiced efficiency. You didn’t spend the better part of two years training for nothing. Nanami let go of your hand to grab the second gun on his hip. Nanami was lethal with twin pistols, but you were all too aware that he only had so many bullets
“We’re jumping off the side,” you said before grabbing the back of the harness he wore to bring him with you as you hopped on the banister and jumped feet first into the crowd of mostly vampires. The heel of your shoe went right into the skull of one sending them down to the floor and making you fall on your ass. You had enough forethought to let go of Nanami as you fell. You struggled to get your heel out of the bloodsuckers skull and two vampires took advantage of your struggle pouncing on you with teeth bared and ready to rip out your throat. You were ready to meet your end only for brains to spray across your face as Nanami turned in enough time to shoot the closest one in the head.
“Ah, fuck!” you complained wiping blood out of your eyes. You slipped your foot out of your shoe and kicked out, connecting with the body of the second vampire pouncing after you.
“Get up!” Nanami yelled at you, before unceremoniously grabbing your arm and literally throwing you out of the way. Much like a cat, your body twisted instinctually to put you on your feet and you landed in the crowd, still slightless with blood in your eyes. Sound and smell guided your hands and with nails strong as steel you shoved your hand into the chest of the nearest assailant and ripped out their heart. You blinked feverishly to clear your sight and began doing your best to get back to Nanami. He looked in your direction, and threw his gun at you. You caught and followed his line of sight to a huge vampire who was in the air, poised to tackle you. You fired, but that didn’t stop his body from falling on you again. It smashed all of the air out of you.
Nanami sighed as you hit the floor again. He was going to make you train twice as hard when you got back to the parish. You growled in frustration, and shoved the body off of you and into the crowd. He put out a hand for you and you grabbed it. As he looked in your direction he saw the silver gleam of a weapon slice through the air. He spun quickly. Putting you in his place and getting in yours. He was fast enough to spare you the attack, but not fast enough to protect himself. The blade sliced through his back and he winced before he brought his own silver blade out and took off their head.
“Nanami!” you called out while still holding his hand. You yanked him out of the way of another attack coming behind him. When he was close enough you grabbed his harness again and led the way for your escape.
It wasn’t clean by any means and when you made it out to the streets there were plenty of people screaming. If people called the police it would probably be a while before they showed up. Law enforcement didn’t go to vampire hot spots in a hurry. Their general move was to let the vampires sort out themselves then account for casualties. There was a special sector for vampiric cases. You could smell Nanami’s blood. It wasn’t fatal, but it wasn’t good for him to keep bleeding like this, especially with vampires likely hunting the two of you.
You got to the car and Nanami went to the driver’s side.
“Maybe I should drive!” you said, wary of the blood he was losing.
“Shut up and get in the car!” he bit back at you.
You did as he said, pulling in a deep breath before you got in. You held it, knowing you wouldn’t be able to roll the windows down, for fear of leaving a scent trail. Nanami sped off in top speeds just as a group of vampires spilled out of the club doors. Nanami was not human, but for some reason his blood still appealed to you, perhaps with a deeper draw than human blood did. You didn’t know why that was.
The first time you realized it was a problem the two of you were sparing. You landed your very first attack on Nanami, your nails sliced into his midsection. You pulled in a breath to gloat only to be hit with a surge of bloodlust so strong it nearly overcame you. If it were anyone else, they would have been dead. Your body moved on instinct, cutting through his light defenses, and going straight for his neck. He seemed to realize almost immediately that you were no longer fighting to train, and he had become prey. Just as swiftly as you attacked you were pinned to the ground with a stake at your chest.
“Get control of yourself or I will kill you!” he said firmly. You did control yourself, but you thought he gave you more time than you should have to do it. Now it was easier to resist, but you didn’t like to be in close proximity to him while he was bleeding. This was… uncomfortable, but you could hold your breath indefinitely. It just wasn’t a pleasant feeling.
The drive was rough. He drove as fast as he could weaving through traffic at speeds that would have made a racecar driver crash. You focused on not breathing. You lost the vampires pretty easily on the road and the two of you wound up stopping at a rest stop on the fringes of the city. The car was barely parked before you opened up the door to get out. You went around the car to wrench the driver’s side door open.
“You’re bleeding out, come on,” you bent to pop the trunk so you could grab the big first aid kit out of it. Nanami’s healing was faster than that of a human, and it rivaled a vampire’s healing factor. He would sleep this off, but you needed to help his body along. The two of you walked into the women’s bathroom together, mostly because they usually had more space, and if need be you could duck into a stall. He tried taking the supplies away from you but you dodged his hands.
“It’s on your back. You can’t reach back there,” you informed.
He sighed, looking at you with tired eyes, “Don’t torture yourself. I’m bleeding.”
“I can handle it,” you assured, meeting his gaze. He searched your eyes for bloodlust, or any hint that handling his wound might be too much for you, but you appeared calm, with eyes just as dark as they always were, scleras the same white as always. He relinquished the First aid kit to you while he took off his shirt.
You were trying to be mature about this. He was heart, and if you breathed in, the weight of his scent would hit you like a ton of bricks, but as he shrugged off the black button up to reveal the tank top underneath you were struck with a hunger that had nothing to do with Nanami’s blood. His muscles were still tense from the fight and so the way his biceps were bulging seemed more than a little obscene. Then he took off the tanktop and you were staring at a large back tattoo. You never would have guessed that Nanami had tattoos. The first thing that stuck out to you was the crucifix, and ornate thing positioned in the middle of his back, with the vertical axis sitting on top of his spine and the horizontal point hugging just underneath his shoulder blades. Upon his shoulder blades, there was script in latin, and you knew enough from your studies to know that it was a blessing of the higher church. And beside it you noticed Ethiopian script and you could discern a tone of spiritual cleansing but you didn’t know enough to give specifics. The mix of writing, and symbols upon his back were truly dizzying. It made you want to get in close and study it.
“Still bleeding out,” he reminded you when you made no move to touch him.
“Oh right,” you looked up to see him in the mirror, and nearly stalled again. When the two of you trained he always wore a shirt. Sure, you could tell through the worn cotton that Nanami was built, but seeing the way the muscles of his chest sat was not good for your mental health. You put your eyes on his lower back that was actually ink free for the most part.
“Well, it didn’t mess up your ink, father,” you said as you began to soak gauze in alcohol to clean the wound. He did not dignify you with a response. You moved quickly, cleaning the wound and trying to ignore the slight hitch in his breathing every time you wiped the wound. If he were a normal human he’d need stitches, but a good night’s rest, or a sip of blood would close the wound in time. You were sure to need a couple of blood packs before you went to bed. Your body was sore in the places where wounds closed preternaturally fast. His skin was incredibly warm to the touch, and you tried to be as gentle as possible.
“Maybe don’t jump in front of stakes for me,” you said, as you wrapped a long bandage around his midsection, “I’m just a leech after all. No need to risk your life.” You smiled as you glanced at him while you stood in front of him. You tucked the end of the bandage to secure it while he looked at you. You could physically feel his gaze. His face betrayed nothing so you couldn’t even infer what was going through his head.
“I still need you for leverage on Cordelius,” he said curtly, “He’s looking for you, and we’re looking for him. That’s perfect don’t you think?”
Summary: When Father Nanami found you on the church steps you only asked him for one thing, to drive a stake through your heart. Instead of granting your wish he proposes another deal, a chance to get back at the vampire who turned you: The Viscount Alexi Cordelius. Up until the moment the viscount is executed you will serve as his assistant in hunting and killing vampires. In the end, when your quest for vengeance is done, Nanami will grant you your wish to die.
As the two of you go on a journey to kill the vampire that stole your mortality the two of you will uncover the each other’s secrets and those of the feud between the church and vampires. In a life of night and drawn blood it seems the only person you can rely on is the one fated to kill you.
Summary: You are kicked into a new life as a vampire from a moving van. You find refuge in the promise of a quick death from the church.
Warnings: talk of death, blood, some gore… but no worse than canon
A/N: I’m kinda on a vampire kick after watching Castlevania. This fic is equal amounts light-hearted banter and the horrors of vampires… with a good helping of smut sprinkled throughout. I don’t know if I’m going to make a playlist for this one. I haven’t really needed it, but we’ll see what happens.
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They kicked you out of a moving van with a careless, “Go feed, bitch.” Your body hit the asphalt, rolling with the leftover momentum from the car. You laid there for a moment, too dazed to get up. The night was cold, spring rains mixed with a harsh cold front were not kind to your body. It felt like your bones might rattle apart as you shivered on the ground. You pulled in a harsh breath. There was something so sweet in the air it made your mouth water. You sniffed the air again, you could almost taste it. The smell was sweet, with a nutty undertone, and something sharp and metallic under it. You opened your eyes in time to watch a raindrop fall from the sky and land right in it.
“Hey, are you alright?” someone called, and your head snapped in their direction. You looked at the young woman peering at you. You took a deep breath to answer her, but that scent hit you again, like a full force punch in the gut. It was warm now, like breathing in the scent of a freshly baked apple pie, it made your mouth water. You felt your teeth shift, canines dropping lower, pressing into your bottom lip. The past came to you in flashes, restraints, bitter blood forced into your mouth, the burning agony of the change.
“No,” you whispered in horror. You knew what you were smelling.
“I can… I can call someone for you if you want.” she said, and she was closer. You could feel the warmth of her body, and hear the heavy thrum of her pulse. It would be nothing to turn and sink the razor sharp fangs in your mouth into her neck. You stopped breathing and darted in the opposite direction. None of this was supposed to happen, and you refused to become another bloodsucking leech, feeding off of humanity like a parasite. As you ran the heady scent of blood faded and soon there was nothing but rain and dirt as you made it to the edge of the city in record time. You paused to breathe, to think, to try to plot out your next move. You were miles from that woman now. She would be hopelessly confused, but it was better than being dead. You punched the tree at your side and heard the wood snap, and then slowly fall away from you. You watched it fall with wide eyes. This was really happening. You were a soulless creature.
“Where the hell are you going?” a deep voice asked to your right. You turned to see a pale faced person looking at you. He lookedlike a vampire, ashen skin, dark hair that was slicked back and dramatic sideburns that should have been left in the 1800s. He had a prominent brow bone that put his eyes into the shadow, and a thin pointed nose that had been broken more than a few times.
“The food’s that way, genius,” he continued and as you stared at his face you remembered him. Throughout the agony and the fever of the change he’d been there, checking up on your progress from far below you. You remembered now that you had been suspended in the air during your change. You set off running again. You heard him curse before the distance made his voice quieter. As you ran you surveyed your surroundings, trying to find some place to hide. Your gaze caught the sight of a weird shape in the distance. When you blinked you recognized it as a cross. Hallowed ground. Hallowed ground could kill a vampire and that was all you were looking for now. You wouldn’t let this man take you back to that dungeon. You wouldn’t let them keep poking and prodding you. As you ran you heard another set of footsteps. The sound of their movement told you where they were and what they were doing. They were trying to cut you off. You took a small detour through the woods, narrowly missing the trees you ran past at speeds that would have been dizzying for the human mind. As you saw the other man coming to cut you off you jumped into a tree. You heard something whistling through the air behind you and you turned to catch it. Your hand closed around a blade only for another to bury itself into your side. You cried out dropping the first dagger reflexively. Your hand was slick with blood and agony ripped through your side. However the tree shuddered with the weight of another body and you knew you needed to move again. You jumped into the next tree, one hand grasping the hilt of the dagger to pull it out of you. It’s not like you intended to live through today. If you bled out before you got to hallowed ground, then that would work too.
“We need her alive, asshole!” one of the men yelled as you narrowly avoided a dagger to the face.
“She’s getting away!”
The view of the church was clearer now. You were just about there when one of them caught you by the ankle, sending you careening towards the ground. You hit it so hard that it knocked the wind out of you. You heard your ribs crack under the impact. Soon after they put their foot in the middle of your back. “Stupid, bitch. You’re headed straight for a damn church,” he yelled at you. You rolled over, screaming with the agony of the motion. Your quick turn put him off balance and you shoved him as he fell towards you. He went flying backwards and you scrambled up on your feet to make it the last mile into the clearing. Their nails scraping against your back trying to pull you back but it was too late. You turned to look at them waiting to burn up and die. They stared at you from the trees waiting for the same thing.
“Has this church been desecrated?” the broken nose one said to the other guy that you were only just now getting a good look at. He had long curly brown hair, and his eyes were dark as pitch. He stared at you with bubbling resentment.
“Nah, she’s a fucking special breed. Step over there if you’d like. Your ass’ll burst in flames.”
“We can’t leave her!” the broken nose guy said, “Get over here, right now!”
You realized then that you weren’t dying. You were still standing there on the church grounds. Blood loss made you unsteady on your feet, but the last thing you were going to do was go back to them. You took a step backwards, towards the church, pressing your hand down on your wound.
“No! Get your ass back here! They’ll fucking stake you in there, you know that?”
He was right. If the grounds didn’t kill you, someone inside would. You turned and hobbled towards the front doors of the church. They would kill you for sure, and maybe they would be kind enough to pray for your soul.
The doors to the church were always open, so it was only right that Nanami took the overnight shift. The other priests of the church tried to relieve him of it, but he always assured him that the night suited him better anyway. Most of the older clergy members were aware of his nature, and so they never made direct orders for him to work in the day. He couldbut it was just a waste to make others stay overnight when he was so perfectly suited to it. It was not something the elders in the clergy told any of the new blood, but Nanami was half vampire. He was left at the church by his mother before she died. They took care of him, which was a show of good faith on their part. There weren’t many true houses of God left in the world. So many others were sullied by the sins of man, but this place? Nanami worked hard to keep it on the right path. It was the least he could do for the people who put their necks out for him to be able to live in the parish.
The church was quiet. It often was at this hour. There was nothing but the sound of heavy rain on the roof, and the quiet crackle of candles on the altar. If he listened just a bit harder he could hear water hitting the floor. There was a leak in the roof that he would have to see about it. He heaved himself up from the church pews to go get a bucket to put under the leaky spot. As he walked through the church to get to a supply closet he passed the front entrance, a pair of large double doors that were always a hassle to keep insulated these days. He took a deep breath through his nose and then stopped in his tracks.
He smelled blood. He opened one of the doors and looked out to see you. You were lying on your back on the church stairs, unable to make it just a few more feet, under the stone doorway that would have protected you from the rain. Blood washed down the stairs, as the pouring rain kept it from pooling. There was a slight gray cast to your rich complexion. It made him worry about how much blood you’d already lost. However as he got closer he could smell your true scent. Humans smelled… more like animals. That is to say there was something organic about their scent. Vampires were too sweet, too spiced, too perfect. Everything about a vampire is designed to reel in its prey. He paused in the doorway, trying to make sense of why you hadn’t burned up upon stepping on the land, let alone the church steps. He reached in his pocket and produced a flask of holy water. He splashed a bit of the water on your skin from a distance and there was nothing. He blessed that water himself, it should have worked. He tried the holy oil next, and again you had no response. His own curiosity was piqued.
“Now what would a vampire want in the church?” he asked himself.
You awakened in a dark room. It smelled of incense, and the scent was heavy, clinging to the back of your throat in a thick coating. You could taste it. It was hard to get your bearings at first. Your eyes felt strange. Or rather, the way you perceived your own sight was strange. At the moment you were staring at the tiny pits and flaws in the stone floor under you. You could see inside of each tiny hole with such definition it was dizzying. You’d never been able to do that before. There was also a steady beat in the room. It was slow, two beats every few seconds, then a sort of hissing would happen, like a soft wind. It was high and then low, in then out, you could feel the change in the air on your skin. Your head snapped up as you realized that there was another person in the room with you. Your eyes zeroed in on a priest. He sat beside a table full of strange bottles and a symbol that made your brain stall. You stared at it trying to make sense of the four points.
“Crosses and most pointed geometric shape confuse the brains of vampires,” he said picking up the cross on the table and holding it out to you. Having it move made you feel nauseous, so as he thrusted it out towards you, you recoiled. As you did so, you heard a loud clattering behind you. You went to move and found yourself stuck. Your arms were behind your back and you hadn’t noticed yet. You pulled at the cuffs.
“Silver handcuffs. You won’t be able to break them, leech,” he said placidly, “What is your business here?”
You thought for a moment and answered, “You… the church kills vampires, yes?”
He tilted his head, “You’ve come for revenge? Did we kill your mate?”
You shook your head, “I wanted to die. I thought that stepping on the ground would do it. Has God abandoned this house too?”
“No, you are on hallowed ground, and you’re still alive. How?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know anything. I’ll tell you everything I know, just please, please kill me after.”
“Curious,” he mused, “you really seem to mean that. Alright, fine. I was going to kill you anyway. So as long as you answer my questions truthfully, I will make your end quick.”
“Thank you,” you answered. The priest was blonde, and handsome.He was far too handsome to be a priest. The women of the world were really missing out. He had his ankle propped up on his knee, a way of crossing his legs that made them look longer. His head leaned against his fist that was covered by leather gloves.
“Who is your maker?”
You took a deep breath, “The Viscount Alexi Cordelius.” His name was sour like acid on your tongue. The priest sat up a bit straighter, “You know him.”
“I do. How do you?”
“Bad luck,” you answered miserably, “I was taken by an older vampire, Lord Drakon, for feeding when I was 13. I’ve been around vampires for a very long time. The Viscount came to visit one day, and then the next day I was shipped off to him.”
“For feeding?” Nanami questioned.
You shook your head, “For a long time we just talked. He taught me about the world, shared knowledge with me. I was with him for a year and a half.”
“You’re new. You still smell a little human. How long ago did he turn you.”
You frowned thinking of a time just yesterday when your body felt like it was being burned by the flames of hell, and you were suspended from your arms, bound to a…cross. You were crucified, you remembered now.
“Three days ago he made me drink from a chalice,” you answered, thinking of the ruby chalice and the way he had his lackeys hold you down while he gripped your face, wrenching your jaw open to pour the mixture of blood and other things into your mouth.
“Three days,” he repeated, “Was it his blood? Did you see him cut his hand or wrist-” He stopped talking as you shook your head.
“The blood came from a bag and there were other powders and I was put on a cross during my change. It wasn’t… normal. I’ve seen people get turned. It wasn’t like that. I don’t know what he’s done to me, but I won’t help him. I won’t be another parasite.”
“Can the Viscount step on hallowed ground?”
You shook your head, “No. I’ve never met a vampire who could.”
“So you’re special. Why?”
“So I can suffer more. I don’t know! Vampires have been calling me special for a decade! I don’t know why this happened to me, but I wish to God that none of it ever did,” you felt tears prick at your waterline. What cruel irony, to spend your whole life at the mercy of beings stronger than you, and to become just like them in the end.
“Have you ever fed from a human?” Nanami asked.
You shook your head, “Never.”
“Did they feed you while you were changing?”
“No. I was supposed to feed tonight. They kicked me out into the city, and I made a break for it. It’s how I wound up here.”
Nanami nodded slowly, “You are innocent.”
“I am a monster.”
“You’ve never killed anyone. Maybe that is why you’re allowed on hallowed ground. You may be turned but you haven’t lost your soul.”
The tears in your eyes slipped down your cheeks, “You said you would kill me if I told you everything I know!”
“You’re right,” he sighed. It just didn’t sit right with him to kill an innocent woman, who was the victim of unfortunate circumstances. You didn’t ask for any of this. These days it was common for young people to seek out vampires for the dark gift of immortality. They would forfeit their humanity to live forever. You were just a girl who had never stood a chance. He could only imagine what your scent was like when you were human. As a vampire your smell was appealing. If he breathed too deeply it would make his mouth water.
“I have… personal grievances with the Viscount,” he said seriously, “Can I offer a new deal?”
“Fine.”
“Help me find and kill the Viscount Alexi Cordelius, and then I will give you a quick death.”
“What’s the alternative? You keep me here, bound and starving?”
“No. I would keep my original word and kill you now. But, I have no leads on the viscount and you aren’t the only woman whose life he’s stolen. I thought you might want to be a part of his capture and execution.”
You were quiet, thinking of the Viscount. He’d taken every bit of hope that you’d begun to foster in his midst, and he crushed it within a week. You would like nothing more than to be the one to drive the stake into his chest.
“Okay.” you agreed.
“Good. You can survive on animal blood, you know? It doesn’t taste as good, but you won’t know the difference.”
“Is that what you do?”
“At times, but I survive on human food alone. I am only half vampire after all.”
“Your dad was the vampire?”
“Yes.”
You nodded, “What’s your name, Father?”
“Kento Nanami.”
“Promise me this, please, Kento Nanami. If I ever feed on a human, or if I even look like I might, kill me.”
