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mycatshuman · 5 years

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Castle of Devils

Chapter 5

Word Count: 3, 028

Warnings: talks of not eating, supernatural stuff, a scene from a scary movie explained in detail, demon mention I think that's it, let me know if I missed any.

Pairings: eventual Prinxiety

Thank you so much to @civilsounds17 for listening to my ideas and helping me bring this story to life. I owe you my deepest appreciation. 💚💚💚💚

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Roman frowned as he ate while sneaking glances at Virgil, who, yet again, wasn't eating. He had wanted to immediately bring up his question about the Disney living room but his suspicions rose up again as he noticed his host had gone yet again without eating. Roman supposed it wasn't fair to say that Virgil didn't just eat in the time they spent together but it was weird to never have seen him eat with him. Maybe he just didn't feel comfortable eating in front of him? Roman nodded his head. Yeah, that had to be it. It had to be.

He cleared his throat. “I, uh, noticed that you had some themed rooms.”

Virgil's grey eyes lit up like glittering silver. “Ah, yes. I thought it would be fun to decorate the rooms according to a theme.”

Roman felt himself smiling at the others clear excitement despite himself. “Yes. I found them very well done and I really liked the themes.” Roman shifted slightly and looked down, only mildly embarrassed. “My, uh, favorite one was the Disney one. And, uh,” he bit his lip as he glanced up at Virgil. “I was wondering if, it'dbeokayifIsleptorjusthungoutinthatroomsometimes?” Roman trailed off into a mumble that was so quiet that Virgil surely couldn't have heard. He took a deep breath and prepared to repeat his question.

“Of course.”

Roman froze. What?

“While you're here, this castle is as much your home as it is mine. Feel free to do whatever you like.”

Roman blinked. “How did you even hear what I said? I wasn't exactly that audible.”

Virgil’s eyes moved away with a shrug. “I have good hearing.” Was his explanation.

Roman frowned and remembered a question from much earlier. “Uh, the villagers.” Virgil's eyes shot back over to look at him. Roman gulped slightly. “They warned me about the castle. And they said there were monsters and devils in here. Do you know anything about that?”

While he was talking, Roman had looked anywhere but Virgil. After he finished, he took a deep breath and looked up, staring Virgil straight (gay) in the eyes. Virgil was quiet for a few minutes. His eyes searched Roman's for, something, Roman wasn't quite sure. “This castle has been in my family for centuries Mr. Prinz.”

Roman frowned slightly, unsure how this had anything to do with the villagers. “I am sure you are aware of the most famous of the Stoker family, Abraham Stoker?”

Roman blinked.

Virgil rolled his eyes and sighed. “Perhaps you know him better by his nickname, Bram.”

Roman gasp. “Oh! You mean Bram Stoker! The writer of Dracula! I was wondering if there was any relation.”

Virgil nodded. “Yeah, that's sort of the reason the castle was nicknamed Castle Dracula.”

Roman's nose crinkled as if he had smelled something funny. “I didn't think Bram was a nickname. I assumed that was his legal name.”

Virgil grimaced, he wasn't creative with names. “Yeah,” he agreed. “You don't normally hear if Bram as a nickname for Abraham. Maybe Abe, but not Bram.” Roman nodded. “I suppose it started a few decades before Bram was born,” Virgil started. “I'm not entirely sure what started the rumors.” He frowned. “I think it might have been when bodies drained of blood began showing up in the village.”

Roman raised an eyebrow. Virgil, suddenly remembering the average lifespan of the human body, shook his head. “At least that might be when if I'm remembering the journals correctly. Anyway,” he said, quickly moving away from that bit. “Some accounts said that a witness noticed one of the Stoker family, or at least someone with similar facial features, slipping away from the scene of the,” Virgil grit his teeth slightly. “crime, with what they said to be blood on my- my ancestor's face. Ever since then, there was talk of what the locals called a Strigoi. In Romanian mythology, a strigoi is a troubled spirit that is said to have risen from the grave. It is often said to have abilities to transform into an animal and even become invisible. However, the locals were only able to say that my ancestor was one of the Strigoi through the fact that they are said to have drunk blood to gain vitality, or life through blood.” Virgil sighed.

“Bram grew up with the locals fear of himself, the family, and the castle. I believe that he wrote the novel Dracula to, cope? Or even in an attempt to understand where the fear was coming from.” Virgil shrugged. “But mostly I just think it was for fun.” It was for fun.

Roman looked thoughtful for a few moments. He looked up at the other. “What do you think?”

Virgil glanced at Roman. “What?”

“What do you think of the rumors of your someone in your family being,” he waved his hand, “practically a vampire?”

Vampire. The word sent a chill colder than Virgil's skin down his back. “Well,” he started slowly. “First off, I think vampires have a bad rep. And Stephenie Meyer didn't help.” Virgil's nose wrinkled.

Roman sputtered indigitantly. “ExCuSe Me! Edward Sullen! What did Twilight ever do to you?!?!?!?”

Virgil rolled his eyes at the others dramatic behavior. “Literally anyone could do better than Twilight. Like, I mean, I think Vampires are misunderstood, but like, what Twilight did was turn them into elves prancing around like clueless morons. Vampires are supposed to be feared! Not made fun of or sexualized for the majority of love sick teenage girls who go on a murder spree because forbid someone was on Team Jacob and not Team Edward.”

Roman rolled his eyes. “I'm not saying that I couldn't do better, Re-Volturi.”

“Then what are you saying?”

Roman finally looked at Virgil. The other was guarded. His shoulders tense and his jaw slightly clenched as if whatever Roman was going to say would hurt him. He had to be careful. “I'm saying that while Twilight's depiction of vampires is ridiculous, it's still something someone made and is possibly proud of. It's hard being a writer. Surely you know the struggles?”

Virgil blinked and looked down. Boy did he know the struggles. Getting started was a nightmare. And finding a good enough alias proved difficult, if Roman's reaction was anything to go by. Virgil cringed. Why did he even use a nickname? "Yeah, I suppose I can feel….some sort of sympathy for Meyer." Even if she did stain the name of all vampires with an elf like love sick boy.

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Roman sat back with a loud, dramatic sigh. A small hint of an amused smile pulled at Virgil's lips and he tidied things up a bit before he too fell into his chair with a relieved sigh. Virgil stretched out his legs and leaned he head against the back of his chair, his eyes slipping closed as he let himself relax slightly. Roman found the look suited him. It was nice to see the other relax in his presence. He let himself enjoy the picture for a few moments before he cleared his throat.

Virgil cracked one eye open and raised a dark eyebrow at the other. Roman's eyes darted off to the side as he gathered his courage and swallowed the lump in his throat. "I-I was wondering if we could watch a movie together," Roman watched Virgil's face as he spoke. Finding no clear sign of disgust, he continued. "I just thought it would be fun."

Roman watched as Virgil's face reminded blank. The silence grew for an uncomfortably long amount of time until Roman felt like he was going to burst with an apology for being so stupid. "That does sound fun," Virgil started slowly, almost hesitantly, his eyes not looking at him. "I certainly wouldn't be opposed to it, Princey." Virgil couldn't help but notice the lights in Roman's eyes brighten at his words.

A broad smile spread across Roman's handsome face as he leapt from his chair and grabbed a hold of Virgil's wrist. "We're off on an adventure!" He declared as he dragged Virgil from the room to the hall with the doors that lend to the different themed living rooms. Virgil suppressed a giggle (A giggle!) at the other as he was dragged along on their "adventure".

Once in the hallway, Roman stopped and let go of Virgil's wrist. Virgil still felt the warmth from the others hand lingering on his skin. It made him startlingly aware of how cold the rest of his body was. Looking up at Roman, he noticed a small frown on the other's face. "Princey?" Roman broke out of his thoughts and looked over at Virgil. "You good there?"

Roman nodded. "Yeah, I was just wondering what movie we should watch."

"Oh." Virgil was silent for a few moments before speaking up. "I was thinking of watching the Conjuring Universe movies in the order they were released. If you would like to join me, we could start them tonight?"

Roman blinked a few times before he grinned. "Of course! Let's go!" Roman took a hold of Virgil's wrist again and pulled him into the correct room and plopped down on the couch as Virgil turned to set up the movie. He rolled his eyes fondly at the other, careful to keep Roman from actually seeing him with something other than a small smile, blank face, or the occasional scowl. Setting up the first movie, Virgil moved back to sit on the opposite end from Roman on the couch as he waited for the main menu to pop up so he could start the movie.

"So, Princey, have you ever watched something like this?"

Roman turned to him as the previews played through. "Um, not really." He shrugged. "I mean, I've watched movies similar to them but they didn't really intrigue me," Roman's eyes trailed back to the tv screen as he talked before snapping back over to look at Virgil. "What?"

Virg stared at him with wide eyes, his mouth slightly ajar as he tried to comprehend just what exactly had been told to him. It's not that he didn't understand what Roman had told him. No, he understood him perfectly. But the fact that he wasn't intrigued in these kinds of movies sorta irritated him for some reason. "Well, Princey, get ready to have your socks blown off because the Conjuring universe is one of the best set of movies like this."

"Sounds a little opinionated but okay."

Virgil sent a glare at Roman. Roman, despite having Virgil's icy glare directed at him, couldn't help but feel a excited shiver run through his spine. It was like he had found a match. A lot of people tended to agree with Roman, aside from his friend Logan. But even then, it was always playful arguments. They were like brothers. Hell, they were brothers. If not through blood but through bond.

This, this felt different. This thing between them was something entirely new and wonderfully mysterious. It was like something out of one of Roman's novels. It was terribly exciting and Roman felt himself anticipating every interaction with the dark man before him. He wondered why he wasn't like this before. Perhaps he was finally getting comfortable enough to show his true self. The one that, despite dark glares and deep frowns, Roman could tell were more playful than not. They were like a hurricane and a volcano. Both terribly, beautifully fierce and passionate.

The glare dimmed once the main menu popped up. Virgil turned to the tv. "Watch the movie, Princey." He pretended to not see the roguish grin Roman sent his way before the other turned to watch the screen.

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The two had moved slightly closer over the course of the movies. They had watched two by this point and were almost finished with the third: The Conjuring 2. And Roman couldn't say he wasn't enjoying the movies. They were very well done and, despite the moments after each movie when Virgil told him a few of the details that were fiction, Roman found they were quite scary. He jumped a few times, he wasn't going to lie. Now, they were nearing the end of the second Conjuring movie. Roman became absorbed in the story as what must have been the most climatic moment came on screen.

Lorraine Warren was pulling herself up through the hole in the floor as her husband, Ed, reached the room the possessed Janet was in. The window in front of Janet exploded as glass flew past her. Ed watched as Janet stepped up onto the window ledge, ready to jump from the window and impale herself on the split tree trunk that had been sharpened to a point. His eyes grew wide as he screamed her name, rushing forward to stop her. He caught her just as she fell from the window. He grabbed a hold on the curtain beside the window prevent both of them from tumbling out the window and to their death.

In the looting rain on the sidewalk below, the girl's mother let out a horrified shriek at the sight of her daughter dangling in the air, the only thing keeping her from being impaled was Ed's hold on her. Lorraine rushed up the stairs shouting Ed's name as he tried to pull himself and the girl inside by his arm. He let out a shout as one of the rings holding the curtain up broke, the two dropping farther out the window. Lorraine came to doorway and screamed as she noticed the two hanging over halfway out the window. The crosses hung up all over the walls of the room all began to turn upside down as Lorraine noticed a black mass in the corner beside the window. She let out a gasp as she noticed the demon that had been plaguing her since their case in Amityville. A demon nun, with face white as milk and covered in blue veins and glowing yellow eyes set deep in the skull, pitch black circles surrounding the eyes as it's habit blew about in the vicious wind.

Ed screamed Lorraine's name as lightning flashed outside and the curtain began to rip and another ring broke. Lorraine started forward only for the demon nun to let out a wicked roar and Lorraine flew back against the wall a few feet off the ground. Black lips surrounded yellow, rotting teeth as the demonic nun bared its teeth at her. Another ring broke and Lorraine screamed for her husband. The demon nun's grin was vile as it turned to look at Lorraine.

Lorraine turned her attention to the demon nun, her face set determinedly. "Your name gives me dominion over you demon. And I do know your name." The demon screamed, knocking crosses off the wall. "You are Valak!" Lorraine screamed as the demon continued to scream, flakes falling from its face at the use if it's name. "The defiler! The profane! The marquis of snakes!" She sneered. The demon let out a hell raising scream. "In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I condemn you back to Hell!"

The demon screeched as it's face decayed and it fell in on itself before disappearing. Lorraine fell as the demon disappeared and she quickly rushed forward as another ring broke and the last ring slid forward. She grabbed a hold of her husbands wrist just as they were falling and quickly pulled her husband and the now normal girl inside.

Virgil turned to face Roman, a shit eating grin on his face, ready to tell Roman that he told him so but froze as he noticed Roman's awestruck face. He couldn't turn away. He was in awe over Roman's awe! And he felt the blood in his body rush to his face, his cheeks tinting with a bright pink. Even if he could look away, Virgil found he didn't want to.

A thunderous crash sounded down the dark hallway and both Virgil and Roman jolted. Their heads whipped over to look at the darkened doorway, hearts pounding in fear. A loud thump sounded and Roman jumped forward and gripped onto Virgil's chilled arm. "What was that?" He whispered, his voice wavering. Despite the moment, Virgil's cheeks darkened.

"P-probably just one of the cats," he stuttered slightly. Roman gulped. They waited as the credits rolled. Their ears alert as they tried to find any hint of someone in the hallway. Soon a small bright white cat trotted into the room and stared up at the two on the couch. "Meow!!!" The feline let out.

Roman closed his eyes in relief and let out a sigh. "Thank goodness."

Virgil nodded. "Do you want to go back to watching tv?" He asked.

Roman hesitated for a few moments before nodding. "Uh, yeah. But is it okay if we uh…." Roman stumbled with his words. "Uh.."

"I think we might have to sleep in here tonight. I don't think I'll have enough energy to get back to my room after this."

Roman almost let out a sigh of relief. "Yeah, I don't think I'll be able to either."

Virgil nodded and got up to change the movie. The white cat from earlier jumped up on the couch and climbed into Roman's lap. He smiled as he began petting the cat. Virgil turned around and let out a small laugh. "It seems Moonlight as taken a liking to you."

Roman looked up with a smile. "That's their name?"

Virgil nodded. "Yeah. She likes to nap in the moonlight; seemed only fitting." He sat down gave her a pet before turning to the movie and grabbing the remote. Roman smiled at the other, but frowned slightly as he noticed something flit past the doorway out of the corner his eye. He turned and inspected the doorway only to find it empty. He shrugged and turned back to the screen as Virgil hit the main menu button. Soon they were enthralled in the storyline of Annabelle Creation. And if they ended up leaning against each other halfway through the movie, nobody said anything.

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hxlfsoul · 5 years

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@quirkdysfunction

THROUGHOUT HIS LIFE, Shoto had never so much as observed a human like Midoriya Izuku. His parents — if they were, for had he been born or created? — had always warned Shoto to stay away from human domains, portraying them as cruel and conniving creatures that would kill someone like him on sight. It was why, when in the human world, Shoto would keep to his cat form, paws against the soft earth, petted by strange passers-by.

At current, Shoto held his human form — an odd spectacle to see, considering how mismatched his hair and eyes were. He was unsure if he’d still look this way, had he been a human rather than a yokai, but he didn’t mind it. This was him. His identity. Pieces of a puzzle put together wrongly, but still managing to paint a picture that was pleasing enough to the eyes, if not mysterious enough to be intriguing.

He didn’t care as much as others might. He preferred being a cat, for it was acceptable when he laid in the grass, basking in the sunlight — in his human form, he would garner confused looks and concern.

He wasn’t used to being cared for. He wasn’t sure he liked it.

Although, perhaps when it came to Izuku, Shoto didn’t mind it so much. They were classmates, technically, as Shoto had gone through the trouble of forging documents and enrolling in an academy just to be able to watch the boy from afar. If he were less nervous, perhaps he’d approach him, but Shoto wasn’t sure that would ever be the right idea.

After all, he ruined all he touched and Izuku was like the sun, burning bright and blindingly beautiful, a person he could not gaze upon without being the only focus of his vision, of his thoughts. All gentle smiles and kind touches, concern and selfless defence of others, even when he didn’t need to get involved. The personification of the sun, of warmth and summer breezes, of the soft petals of flowers that Shoto was so used to being around.

Everything about Izuku was ethereal, in ways Shoto had never imagined.

❝You dropped your notebook.❞ Shoto murmured, holding out the booklet covered in the other’s scribble. Although messy, it was easy on the eyes, the type of handwriting that one would expect of a poet or a writer, which was calming yet engaging all at once, which left the reader yearning for more than these simple glimpses into the life of a person whose words they could fall in love with.

❝.. It has your name on it, Izu- Midoriya.❞ He wasn’t sure which to call the other. Izuku, while warm on his tongue like a freshly baked cookie and sweet as honey, was much too familiar. Especially when Shoto was only speaking to him for the first time. However, Midoriya felt too impersonal for someone Shoto was falling in love with, too detached from who he was. Midoriya was simply a name that anyone in his family could hold. However, Izuku... Izuku was his name. Only his name.

A name Shoto found incredibly beautiful when it came to the other.

❝.. I’m not sure what it’s about, but I’m curious.. Would you like to have lunch with me? We could talk about it while we eat.❞ His sentences are quiet, concise, but ultimately anxious, as if he feared the response would be a no. That would be consistent with his terrible luck, after all.

( I want to get to know you, please allow me to. )

❝Eating with other people is nice. I mean, not that I’d really know since I don’t, but I think it would be nice. To spend time with you. If you want to, that is, I’m not.. going to force you into anything, I just want-❞

( your undivided attention and affection. )

❝I would like it if we could be friends, Midoriya. Please.❞

#014. the entangled lines of fate — threads #028. do not fear & do not breathe — vampire / blood rose #046. with shortness of breath you explained the infinite — midoriya izuku #quirkdysfunction

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