Vampire!Ace Trappola

CW:Vampires, Ace drinks your blood, mentions of a wound from that.

Just a little bit yabai, please read at your own discretion!

“Are you dumb or something?” Ace mutters. His gaze is conflicted as it rests on you. “Why aren’t you running off?”

“You’re the dumb one here.” You scoff, crossing your arms. For someone volunteering to be a bloodbag, you didn’t seem very concerned at all. “Why would I run from you? It’s not like you’re going to kill me from just a meal.”

No - but Ace would’ve preferred if you were more worried for yourself. He sighs, staying in place. “I’m not drinking from you. You should take this more seriously, you know? I could take too much, and then-”

“-and if I pass out, you better nurse me back to health.” You say it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You place your hands on Ace’s shoulders, forcing him to look at you. “I know you’re worried about somehow messing this up, but I trust you. You need blood to live, right? And you haven’t fed in a while.”

Ah, this isn’t good - with you so close, the urge to bite grew stronger. You were dangling a dessert right before his face.

“…Just a little.” Ace bit his lip. “Don’t go complaining later on if it hurts more than you expected.”

He contemplated where to drink from, running his thumb over the side of your neck. You tensed. He could feel your pulse more clearly now - it skipped in anticipation, and…

Ace couldn’t help but smile to himself: you acted all high and mighty, but you’re kind of scared too, aren’t you?

He didn’t hate that. It was good that you still had some sense in front of a predator.

As he leaned closer to your neck, you held your breath - only to let out a noise of confusion as he took your wrist instead, drawing your palm to his lips, and bit.

It stung a little, but you were too distracted by the way it tickled afterwards, and how Ace’s eyes were still on you: half-lidded and not completely focused, glowing just slightly as he drank. Your body felt warm, as if he was drawing blood from all over.

Your mind grew a bit fuzzy - perhaps an ability of his to placate his victims - before the warmth of him drew away. Your palm was throbbing slightly where the skin was punctured, but not enough to really hurt. Ace placed a gentle kiss on the wound, and you watched in awe as he muttered in a language you didn’t understand, commanding the wound to heal before your very eyes.

“You feeling okay?” His words were tentative, as if he was still tasting the blood - your blood, on his tongue. Ace licked his lips absentmindedly as he examined your complexion, placing his hands on your face to get a read of your temperature.

“I… I’m fine,” you croaked.

Ace smiled despite himself, chuckling lightly as he brushed his thumb over your cheek - savoring you. “Yeah… You are. Just don’t go offering yourself to some other vampire, alright? Not all of them are as gentle as me.”

Cat Day!

Summary: They become catboys due to a potions mishap

Characters: Ace, Epel, Idia, Floyd

Commissions are Open!

Ace

• It’s funny instead of infuriating now whenever Ace gets proud, because you can clearly see it even when he’s not outwardly bragging about something.
• His tail would wave around contentedly when he got an answer right in class, which you and Deuce can’t help but find amusing because of how often Ace teases you guys for being “teacher’s pets”
• You pet his ears without thinking and Ace instinctively leans into your touch. His eyes almost flutter close when he realizes what’s happening and jolts out of his seat, swearing at his slip-up.
• He glares at your disappointed expression, avoiding you with a one-meter radius for the rest of the day. But when you try one last time to ask to pet his ears with a pleading look, Ace feels his resolve crippling away.
• “…Just a little bit, okay?! Don’t go overboard!”

Epel

• Gives you a deadpan look whenever you coo over how cute he is, reminding you that these features aren’t actually real, you know. It doesn’t help that ever since the incident he seems to have been attracting the cats on campus (much to your delight)
• Epel wonders if this is a blessing or a curse sometimes, because while he doesn’t want your entire impression of him to just be ‘adorable’, he can’t help but think that in turn, your behavior is very cute when it comes to reacting to these things.
• …That is, until you went and had the nerve to scratch under his chin. Epel freezes in surprise before he flinches away, losing his cool as his ears start to burn with a flustered blush.
• “What the–? You–” Epel struggles to control his outburst, lest his seniors hear of it. “Could you not do that?? I’m not a pet!”

Idia

• When you enter his room to see how he’s doing, his ears press down against his head in protest. Normally Idia would let you in to game together, but you can’t possibly expect him to do that now, right??
• Wrong. To be his friend in the first place requires stubbornness, and that stands true today as you end up seated next to Idia with a console in hand. You can’t help but tease Idia about cosplaying some anime characters while he has these features ‘naturally’.
• He only grumbles in response, tail methodically flicking as his hands work on beating the level on the screen. Sometimes said tail would brush against your side whilst you played, though you weren’t sure if he was aware of that or not.
• “You’d look better than me dressing up like that. I’m not the cutesy-cosplayer type, you know?” …Not the kind he has in mind, at least.

Floyd

• He was certainly annoyed at first and tried to go after the students that were part of the incident, but Crewel quickly brought order back to the class; Floyd would just have to live with it, and it just so happens that he’s in the mood for your company, hence how you end up trying to study in the lounge while Floyd almost drapes himself against your side.
• You vaguely wonder if this was just Floyd being himself or an effect of the potion, for he reminds you of a cat that liked to disturb its owner and look for affection at the most inconvenient times.
• Floyd’s ears flick as you sort through your notes, almost nodding off from not getting enough sleep yesterday. He sighs and stands up from his seat to ask you to follow him. Floyd snakes his tail around your wrist to pull you along, humming as he considers relaxing with you on the couches in the dorm’s living quarters.
• Though one thing does occur to him: cat tails are pretty weak, huh? How was he supposed to squeeze anyone with this?