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Vampire!Reaper X Gender neutral Reader

Been working on this one for a while so I hope y’all enjoy, I tried to keep it gender neutral/nb but I was also heavily medicated through parts of this so if I screwed up I apologise!! ~Bambi

Blight, that’s what you were, a blight on your family, that’s what your father told you anyway, and now he’d surely blame you as the cause for blight on the land itself. And who could blame him? 3 healthy children born to his beautiful wife, and then you came. Small and scrawny despite the pain you put your mother through, despite the fact you took her life. And even still with her dying breath she begged your father to take care of you as her life faded. And he begrudgingly agreed, to an extent at least...

Bad luck is what he called you, dog was another, but pig seemed to stick. He rarely ever used your real name, to the point where if you could count, you could certainly do it on one hand. And now, staring at the field of rotten crops before you, you were certain he was going to add blight to the long list of nicknames he’d reserved just for you.

You groaned and scrunched up your nose as you swatted the flies away from your face, they swarmed merrily around the decayed cabbages and rejoiced as they buzzed over the carrots, and yet the smell of rotting potatoes seemed even too vulgar for them to go near, at least it was now after youd spent the better part of your day elbow deep in the slop that had become of the crop searching for any type of solid tuber.

‘Bad luck alright… very bad luck…’ you thought as you pulled up yet another half rotten carrot from the dirt, half rotten, but still salvageable. You sighed sitting back on your knees as you snapped off the dead flesh from the salvageable parts before placing it in your basket with the rest of your meagre findings. It’d be enough to sate your father and your siblings for tonight, but the ever present hunger twisting in your stomach lamented what you already knew. You’d get the scraps if there were any to give, ‘like the rest of the pigs’ as your father said.

You stared at the basket a while longer, ‘why bother going back?’ You wondered, ‘why not just take it for yourself?’ You thought, ‘run away and find something better?’ Your mind, no, your heart asked.

‘Something better?’ You thought, Your eyes wandered up from the basket and the field and towards the horizon where beyond the forest road and the village, sat the castle, dark and imposing, where the stench of death lingered heavier and more potent than a hundred fields of rotting crops. At least, that’s what the villagers say. And you were inclined to believe them, why would they bother lying when whenever a blight reared its ugly head, so too did the lord of the castle.

The blood Lily, the villagers called it. When the castle gates would open and the kings carriage would roll down the hill and through the streets, pulled by magnificent horses and manned by two guardsmen and the kings personal housecarl whom would then present every villager of age with a single, closed, lilly. And supposedly, if it opened for you, you’d be taken away to the castle, never to return.

At least that’s what you heard, famines came and went, and yet you’d never seen the fabled carriage yourself, if it was true then they never got further than the settlement gates, and even then, you highly doubted they’d bother to come searching the farmlands… But this blight had lasted a long while now, much longer than any that had come before it, maybe this time they’d be desperate enough to come searching further for the lillies chosen, for another pig to the slaughter.

‘Maybe it’ll be my turn…’ you thought as your eyes drifted slowly up from the castles twisted spires and towards the blackened clouds rolling and thundering overhead. No sooner had you thought a storm would be here soon a droplet to your hair was sign enough it had already arrived, and if that one hadn’t, the several others that followed into a downpour certainly did.

In seconds it took for you to rise to your feet your ragged clothes were already damp, and by the time youd fumbled to grab your basket you were well and truely soaked. Despite the hunger in your stomach making your body ache and your limbs weak and heavy you hadn’t survived this long to let the weather be your undoing, you quickly but carefully navigated your way through the field and towards the hell on earth that you with a sad fondness called home.

Your lungs burned as you ran with an energy you didn’t have and your eyes stung as the heavy rain lashed at your face, the heavy downpour mixing with the late afternoons dying light coating the diseased meadow in a blanket of a cool blue grey hue that would have left you disoriented had it not of been for the warm glow radiating from an almost invisible farmhouse, a glow that almost seemed inviting as it lead you to the front gates of your families cottage, “I-I’m home!!” You called out hoping to be heard over the loud drone of water hitting earth.

“Bout bloody time.” A rough voice with a slightly drunken lilt sounded from the front door as it swung open revealing your father. He stared down at you as you stood there, looking as pathetic as you felt, soaked to the bone and trembling as you held the basket close, “Well hurry up then pig show me what you got!” He huffed grabbing the basket and ripping it away from you to look inside, “…” he stood there, silent, eyes staring over the ‘fruits’ of your labour.

You weren’t dumb, you knew what his silence meant. You immediately dropped to your knees cowering and begging for mercy before he could even get a chance to begin his tirade against you, “f-father p-please i it was all I could find I-it’s all it’s all dead that was the best I could- father please stop!!” You screamed covering your head as he threw the basket at you scattering the contents at your knees now bloodied from dropping to the cobblestone so hard, “USELESS!!! USELESS ANIMAL!!” He growled kicking you hard in the side making you lurch forward to double over in pain only for him to grab you by the hair and drag you across the yard towards the pig pen as you openly sobbed and pleaded for forgiveness for not meeting his impossible standards.

“P-please p-papa I I can do better I can-” you were silenced by a blinding pain as he lifted you by your hair and over the fence throwing you into the slop heap youd sadly become familiar with the older you got, “You sleep out here where you fucking belong until you come up with something good! Your brothers don’t deserve to go hungry because of y-” he paused as a sound arose over the cacophony of the storm, hooves on stone, and a horses whinny as a carriage rolled to a stop before the farmhouse, and a very well dressed man and two royal guardsmen stepped out.

You stared up at your father from where you lay in the muck, tears rolling down your cheeks mixing with the rain as you cried in silence, you’d gotten good at being quiet in your sadness but your pain was quickly replaced with confusion and intrigue as you watched your fathers cruel and brutish demeanour suddenly shift to one of… fear. It was a look you yourself were used to wearing but seeing it on the face of the one you were so fearful of was, strange, almost worrying. You watched and listened closely as he quietly walked out of view and towards the front gate.

“Sir morrison t-to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? I have already paid my tax-” your father sounded so feeble and nervous as he attempted to greet whomever these visitors were before he was suddenly silenced by a deep, commanding and yet somehow, gentle, voice, “You know exactly why I’m here. Please present to me all occupants of this property including yourself. I’ve little time to be wasting here.” The man, whom you now assumed was sir morrison said.

“Y-yes my lord.” Your father stammered as he quickly turned and hurried past the pen towards the house before returning and passing by you once more a moment later with your brothers in tow. “H-here they are si-” your fathers voice was silenced once more by sir Morrison’s interruption, It was my understanding there were three of your kin here, wheres the third one?” He asked.

Your father gritted his teeth, as much as he’d be pleased to be rid of you the idea of the likes of nobles knowing he had such a ‘disappointment’ as you of as one of his offspring made him squirm. “Th-theyre- t-trust me you don’t want to deal with the-” he attempted to reason but was quickly silenced once more, “Did I not make myself clear enough when I said I have little time to waste here? BRING THEM!” Sir Morrison roared.

“Come here pi-…y/n. Come here y/n.” Your father called out. Your brain almost short circuited hearing him call you by your name. It took you a moment to find the strength to get up but when you did you slowly peered over the pens fence to see two heavily armed knights and a beautiful man with golden hair and sparkling blue eyes that seemed to stand out amongst the rain. “…Hello there,” Sir Morrison smiled, demeanour immediately changing to one of a more gentle disposition as he stared at your pitiful appearance, “come here, it’s okay.” He cooed softly and somehow your body found the strength to lift itself over the wooden barrier as if his charming tone itself lifted you with invisible arms.

You wobbled a little as your feet touched the ground again, your knees hurt and blood poured from the scrapes down your shins as you walked cautiously towards the group. The rumours and stories were true and yet, they didn’t at all look anywhere near as frightening as you imagined, Sir Morrison’s smile alone seemed to lure you in closer and closer until suddenly his gloved hand took yours bringing you up to stand beside your brothers. “there we are. Now then, let us begin.” He said suddenly waving his hand making a single closed lily appear in his grasp.

It took you a second to comprehend what you’d just seen as did your father and brothers judging by the double take you all seemed to share. Magic wasn’t unheard of but it was widely believed to be nothing more than stories relegated to the nursery, but even still he didn’t give you a moment to question it as he first presented the flower to your father.

Your father nervously reached out to grasp the lily, hands shaking with a fear youd never seen him display before and as his fingers touched the bloom, no response…

Whilst your father sighed with relief Sir Morrison simply sighed with mild annoyance and retrieved the bloom from his grasp before handing it next to your oldest brother, the spitting image of your father with the attitude to match and a brain the size of a walnut and yet even he was smart enough to display a certain level of fear towards the flower as his fingers grazed the closed petals… No response.

You swear despite the rain drenching your brothers clothes you could see he’d wet himself either out of fear or by pure relief that he wasn’t the chosen. Sir morrison merely furrowed his brow and retrieved the flower before presenting it to your second oldest brother, a man who made you question why you were nicknamed pig when he was the one who actually looked like one and behaved like one as well.

He stood there seemingly frozen in terror, hands firmly at his sides as he stared at the closed bloom as it slowly approached by the hand of the kings housecarl. “Take it boy.” Your father said sternly making your brother raise his hand, not to grab the flower, but to grab your hand pulling you forward and making you grab the bloom instead, “I DONT WANT TO DIE!!” He squealed and turned to run only to slip on the cobblestone and land hard on his back leaving him howling in pain and yet,… nobody paid him any mind, instead, all eyes were locked onto the now very open lily, nestled in your hands.

Silence, you couldn’t even hear the rain anymore, you simply stared at the flower as it seemingly stared back at you, red markings lining white petals like veins, and stems topped with golden pollen that bobbled and bounced with the droplets of rain gently passing through. “well then I’m glad at last I’ve found you! His Highness will be very pleased, guards prepare a blan-” sir morrison was cut short as suddenly you booked it past him and towards the gate to escape, death was waiting for you in that castle, that’s what everyone said, you had to get away you had to survive.

The clambering and clanging of metal plating echoed behind you as the guards tried to grab you only for your nimble and almost dangerously thin body slip by their armoured grasp, you couldnt hear your father screaming obscenities at you, or your other brother trying to run after you only to end up on the ground too, you couldn’t even hear the thunder roaring overhead, all you could hear was the thumping of your own pounding heart in your ears as you ran past the carriage and out into the field, you couldn’t see where you were going and you didn’t care, you just had to get away no matter what direction you had to take, your only signs of light came from the storm as lightning crackled and illuminated the meadow.

Flash! The forest was so close! Flash! You could reach it and hide if your lungs would just hold on a moment more! Flash! Was that a scarecrow? Flash! You immediately froze in your tracks and turned to run in another direction as suddenly sir morrison appeared right in front of you from seemingly out of no where. He didn’t give you a chance to slip by, he was fast, unnaturally fast. His hands took hold of you and in minutes you found yourself seated in the carriage, hands and feet bound after you clawed and kicked at him and the guards enough they feared you’d hurt yourself if you continued.

You sobbed banging your hands on the glass of the door pleading with your father to have mercy one last time and save you from your fate, “PAPA! PAPA PLEASE I DONT WANT TO DIE ILL BE GOOD ILL BE GOOD I PROMISE! PLEASE!!!” You screamed as the carriage started to move and you watched your home disappear into the night. “That’s enough now.” Sir Morrison said sternly as he suddenly pulled you back from the window and into the warmth of a very soft blanket. You looked up at him with terror present in your eyes as you gripped at his robes in desperation, “p-please this h-has to be a mistake I’m n-nobody I’m nothing I I don’t want to die please take me home!” You whimpered.

Sir Morrison simply shook his head and gently set you down in your seat as he stared at you with those piercing eyes and that painfully beautiful smile, “it’s going to be okay, I have a good feeling about you.” He cooed softly as he ushered you back into your seat. “G-good feeling?” You said as you loosened your grip on his robes to curl in on yourself as if making yourself smaller would fix the situation youd found yourself in.

“Yes, so please, calm yourself. There’s no reason to be worked up youll only wear yourself out further.” He said as one of the guards handed him a golden tray filled with fresh fruits, cured meats and cheese of several varieties, “speaking of being worn out, I’m certain just by looking at you you’re hungry, yes?” He said holding out the offering of fine treats to you.

Your stomach practically flipped as you laid your eyes upon it, you wanted it so badly, but the fear overwhelming your body and mind made you recoil from the handsome strangers approaching touch. ‘You’ll be dead soon, this is certainly my last meal’ you thought. “It’s alright, this is for you, you can have as much as you’d like.” Sir morrison said holding it a little closer only causing you to curl away into the corner of the carriage, your face hiding away against the cushioned wall. ‘It’s poisoned, it has to be, they’re going go do to me what they did to the others, if I eat that I’ll never leave-’ you thought drawing your bound legs up to your chest to hug them close.

Sir Morrison didn’t scold you, he didn’t huff, scowl, or call you ungrateful… instead he simply set the food beside you and adjusted the blanket over your trembling form. ‘Poor thing… I know you’re afraid, but you’re strong, you’re so very strong, I know you’ll survive this, you have to’ he thought as he peered out through the gap in the curtains to the lantern lit village streets.

A crowd had gathered, villagers lined the carriages path holding candles guarded by their hands against the rain, prayers for the poor soul condemned to a fate many had suffered before by the hands of a seemingly immortal king. You spared a glance towards the curtain and saw the mourners sparing you a thought on your funeral march, faces who all knew of your suffering at the hands of your father and yet did nothing to save you, why couldn’t one of them had taken your place? Why did this have to be your fate?…

You choked back a sob and closed your eyes as the carriage began its climb up the hillside towards the castle.

The road was rough and the horses struggled to find footing in places from the slicked mud and sunken cobblestone. As the coach jostled from side to side you hugged yourself tighter feeling your hunger give way to nausea, but at this point, you could no longer tell if it was the travel or your own fear causing the bile bubbling up your throat.

Another pothole, another lurch nearly sending you out of your seat. Another rock hitting the wheels, out, you needed out, you were going to be dead anyway. Another sharp turn from the horses, you couldn’t take it anymore-

“Wait! Stop!” Sir Morrison shouted reaching for you as you suddenly forced open the carriage door only to fall flat on your face, right in front of the castle doors, you’d forgotten about the rope holding your ankles, the horses had come to a halt, and your destined demise sat right in front of you.

“Now why did you do that? You’d just dried off too.” Sir Morrison sighed reaching for you only for you to try and crawl away in one final act of desperation, “stop doing that you’re just going to make the maids job harder.” He scolded lifting you to your feet as the guards took hold of you. Too late.

You didn’t think it was even possible for you to be sick, your stomach was so empty there shouldn’t of even been bile for you to bring up, and yet here you were, making a bigger mess of yourself. You sobbed between fits of gagging and coughing, your final plea for mercy, for any god who’d dare take pity on you to save you. But nobody answered. You stared up at the doors as tears bucketed down your face mixing with the rain that drenched your body down to your very soul, and your muscles went limp in the guards grasp, exhaustion, and defeat, finally winning the battle.

All you could do was cry as they brought you inside, the large iron doors creaked ominously as they allowed you entry into the fortress of a castle, it’s shrieks echoed through the beautifully marbled halls like the screams of the damned and as they closed behind you with a loud slam, silence fell.

The storm, the horses, it was gone, only quiet was left to the point where the clanging of the guards armour and the gentle footsteps of sir morrison was jarring by comparison. “Well then, gentlemen you may release them, your dismissed.” He said waving his hand before patting himself dry with a towel.

The guards simply nodded and released their hold on you before walking back to the castle barracks. Your knees immediately buckled with the weight of your own body, too hungry, too tired to sustain yourself upright.

You whimpered feeling Sir Morrison’s gentle hands grasp hold of you keeping you on your feet, you were barely holding onto consciousness, you just wanted to close your eyes and let the end take you, but as you blinked blearily up at him, you noticed his gaze was focused not on you, on the poor soul he held in his arms, but instead cast skyward, towards the ceiling. “What is that?….” He mumbled making you tilt your head upright just enough to expose your frail swan like-…

Hot breath…

Your eyes immediately snapped open as a sharp indescribable pain seared through your body, fangs like daggers sinking into the skin of your neck, you tried to scream, to cry out, anything. You watched helplessly as sir morrison simply let go of your body and the one behind you took hold instead. “I’m sorry it took so long your highness, this one was less than willing to come with us but I believe theyre the one you’ve been waiting for, even if their current state leaves something to be desired.” He smiled.

His highness, the king, a vampire. Strong, possessive. Your skin felt hot but your blood ran cold, your want to cry gave way to feeble whimpers and gasps as the pain numbed and all you could feel were his soft lips gently kissing at your flesh and his hands fervently stripping you of your soaked and filthy clothes. “S-sire at least wait until you have them in private to-” sir morrison said covering his eyes only for the king to relinquish his hold on your throat to speak, “I’m not. I want them cleaned up this instant.” He huffed.

His voice, god his voice. Deep, rough but smooth, strong but gentle. You whimpered as he turned you around to face him, your body trembling in his arms as his thumb pressed against your lips slowly prodding their way through to feel at your teeth. A satisfied grin suddenly crossed his face as he felt the new sharp point to your k9s. You’d survived, you lived now in death…

“Shhh mi vida, your safe now.” He cooed so softly watching as your eyelids fluttered close, exhaustion finally taking you into a blissful, but hungry sleep.

“Your highness?… Gabriel” sir morrison said with concern fading into relief as he leaned closer, “they?… they lived? They didn’t die?…” he whispered in amazement. “I almost can’t believe it myself.” Gabriel smiled gently stroking your cheek as he carefully handed you over to his housecarl, “please, get them cleaned up and into my bed at once. Tell the chefs I want no expense spared for their dinner when they wake.” He said fixing his robe.

Sir morrison nodded and wrapped you up in the blanket once more, now to spare your modesty if anything. “Y-yes sire. I’ll get to that at once.” He said turning to carry you away. “Oh and Jack…” Gabriel called making his housecarl freeze in his tracks, “yes sire?…” sir morrison asked. “The family you saved my lily from,” the king paused to cast you one more glance, “Tell your men to make an example of them for the village. If I find out any further slight has been done to them by anyone. They’ll know the same will happen to them,” he said as his eyes flashed a glint of red.

“Y-yes, your highness.” Jack whispered.

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