#vampire! diluc

[eyesforsaturn]

If you're in it for love, you ain't gonna get too far

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[anantaru]

DAY 28 — VAMPIRE AU

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — diluc

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, vampire au, reader is a little delulu, mentions of blood & blood drinking, rough and very passionate

vampire diluc who has never experienced a real, centered moment of happiness before meeting you— or at least not without turning into a cruel, evil monster, whose intention was to drain the blood of others.

but now he revels in your beauty, and he thinks you're intoxicating, tainting your mind with his small compliments.

when you see him, you cannot help yourself but feel frightened, yet also excited— and you wonder if something has been wrong with you all along, especially when you let him get closer to you, the cold breeze outside your window bristling over the dry leaves as you're solely focusing on the view in front of you, your breathing continuing to escalate as he sinks into your warmth.

vampire diluc who hides his face in your neck as his cock drags with a lack of purpose other than thrusting a maddening fusion of thrill and pleasure into you, your eye sight becoming blurred each moment you taste his roughness in your body with his erection twitching within your walls in searing need to release— for a solid minute, he ponders and caresses the sensitive flesh on your neck, his sharp canines like a feather crossing over the skin.

vampire diluc knows you would let him do it, meaning you'd approve of him tasting your blood on his tongue— and it somewhat terrifies him, actually, that you're willing to go through that for him. there was a small tug on your hips, then a squeeze, with the scarlet haired pushing you into him before he slows his movements for a bit, "tell me if it hurts," he mutters finally, "i cannot hold myself back.. any longer," his voice webbed in grit and stones that you're vibrating all over the second he mouths wet spots over your neck.

"i will," you whisper back, watching him nuzzle his face closer, "i want this.. want you," an instinctual feeling was urging you to hold yourself steadily against his body, your breath erratic yet your eyes, they told a different story because they, for one, were glimmering with an emotion everyone could easily discern— it's pure excitement, glittering beneath the humid air.

vampire diluc who proceeds slowly, parting his lips ever so slightly before pressing his sharp canines into your flesh, immersing his teeth deeper until he opens a little spot to hollow his cheeks on before making contact with a taste of metal, a taste vampire diluc was utterly familiar with— and ugh, he knew you'd taste better than any other before, he was aware that you're so special, from inside and out.

your breath hitches as a new warmth embraces you, his hands on every inch of your skin as he repeats his thrusts on you while never letting go of your flesh between his teeth— the tug on your skin was stinging a little and the feeling of getting blood pulled out of you was frankly, something you thought you never had to experience in life.

but.. it feels nice, exciting, and it urges your cheeks to burn hot, for some reason it makes you feel so full when he drinks from you together with crowding you to the hilt with his erection— long and thick and just so right.

regardless, it has you seeing stars and copious amounts of planets flickering throughout the universe— his entire weight on you, molding his front into you while pinning your breasts against his broad chest, whereas his hand— hot to the every last trace, lays flat over the plush side of your ass, the softness of your body forevermore melting into the soft ridges of his.

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[argentisbeloved]

Diluc, Dainsleif & Dan Heng as vampires

pairings: diluc, dainsleif & dan heng x gender neutral reader

cws: biting and blood drinking, some swearing, them burning in the sunlight, slight suggestiveness in dain’s part (not rlly it’s barely even one moan)

tags: them as vampires, hurt/comfort, modern au (dan heng), kissing, dan heng’s part is dialogue heavy

notes: diluc’s part is also inspired by an art the lovely @/mmmairon as well as a drabble by @/hiraya_rawr. also also i wanna say that dan heng has more of a modern au type of thing going for him, so just keep that in mind!

word count: 3911

DILUC RAGNVINDR: (1340 words)

•Diluc was turned during a near death experience in Snezhnaya. A passing vampire spotted his body bleeding out on the ground and decided the only way to save him was by turning him.

•Though, Diluc would've rather died on that night.

•After he was turned, and he experienced his first craving for blood, he went on a rampage that he'd quickly come to regret afterwards.

•Out of guilt of realising what he's done, he exiled himself into solitude. Opting to not go back home ever again in case he'd hurt someone in Mondstadt if he did go back. He resided in an abandoned manor that he'd fixed up over a century or two.

•Instead of drinking human blood, he drank animal blood instead. Though he'd never drink enough from them to fatally wound the animal.

•Meaning for a very long time, he'd been suppressing his cravings for human blood.

•And when you came into the picture, it wasn't pretty for him.

•You'd knocked on his door one late night seeking for shelter from a storm that was starting to form. While the logical side of his brain screamed at him to not let you stay, he inevitably let you inside for the night.

•He brewed you a cup of tea, and let you stay in one of the spare rooms. By morning, and after you left, he expected that to be the last time he'd ever see a human for another century or so.

•He was proved wrong when you showed up at his doorstep again late into the afternoon with some food to thank him for letting you stay the night.

•After this, you ended up visiting him more and more. You quickly noticed how he wouldn't answer a lot during the day, but you just assumed he was busy working (in reality, he refused to open the door to not get burned by the sunlight).

•Because of your frequent visits, you ended up befriending Diluc.

•And before he knew it, Diluc was falling completely head over heels for you, to his dismay.

•The thought of loving you terrified him greatly. He was a vampire and you were a human for goodness' sake! It could never work between you two! The thought of losing himself because of you, your scent, and your blood made him so scared. He didn't want to harm you, or worse, he didn't want to accidentally lose control and kill you.

•So, in hopes to drive you away; he decides to reveal himself to you. To reveal the monster he is to you.

A letter from Diluc had you walking to his manor in the middle of a warm spring day, something you wouldn't usually do. You figured that he had a day off from work today and that he wanted to spend it with you. The last part of that thought making your heart throb in your chest.

You soon approached the door to his manor, knocking gently on the door three times. It didn't take long before the dark oak doors opened to let you inside. You entered casually as Diluc held open the door for you, closing and locking it once you had fully entered his estate.

He led you over to the sitting room, placing a pre-made cup of tea in front of you, to which you quickly accepted and drank out of. The two of you conversed together for a little while, with everything being light hearted and fine, as it usually was.

That was until Diluc suddenly questioned you;

"How do you feel about me?"

His question caught you by surprise, your eyes widening and a small blush starting to coat your cheeks. You laugh awkwardly, trying to calm yourself down from how his question startled you.

You open your mouth, planning to say "You're a good friend of mine!" And while that isn't a lie, a friend isn't something only you want to be to him, you want to be something more.

"Please, tell me the truth."

His words catch you off guard for the second time in such a small period. You choke down your words and take a deep breath, before reluctantly saying your true feelings to him.

"I... I'm in love with you, Diluc."

In that moment, the light hearted air in the room had quickly dissipated. With the way Diluc's eyes widened with what looked like disbelief, shock and also fear?

"N-No... no... you can't love me, you shouldn't love me...!"

He says, his voice breaking midway through his declaration.

"Why not?"

You respond. You're nothing but confused right now, you've never seen him like this before. Diluc was a calm and rational man to you, so you'd never seen him like this before.

"Because!”

He shouts, standing up from the couch forcefully. He turns away from you, walking towards the tightly covered window.

"I'm nothing but a monster! You should love someone better than me!"

"Diluc, why are you talking about..!?"

Almost as if to answer your question, he pulls the curtains apart, the tight bindings on them tearing from his abnormal strength. The sun pours into the already dimly lit room.

Diluc winces, resisting the urge to cover his face. He groans in pain and turns around to face you.

Your heart drops at the sight of him. The way his pale skin now glows and crackles from the sunlight, burning his skin.

"He's burning, he's in pain!"

You quickly leap from your seat, pulling the blanket that was draped onto the couch with you. You throw the blanket over his head, shielding him from the sun's piercing light.

Diluc's eyes widen with shock as you pull him away from the window and pull the curtains back to block the sunlight.

You look afraid and worried, as you frantically pace around the room looking for something that's unknown to him. After a few minutes of you tearing through his cabinets, you finally find what you're looking for

A roll of bandages.

You desperately cover the skin that's been burnt with the bandages. Diluc takes note of how heavy you're breathing, how you're almost hyperventilating.

Once you've covered the burns on his face, you search the other uncovered parts of his body for any more injuries. And Diluc finally hears your voice breaking the uncomfortable silence that had formed.

"Why the fuck would you do that...!?"

You try to sound angry, but your voice immediately shakes and falters, turning your tone of voice into a more desperate one.

Diluc begins to feel guilty, hearing the pain in your voice hurts him more than those burns did.

You raise your head to look at him in the eyes, opening your mouth to spit more words at him.

"Why would you hurt yourself like this...!?!?"

You choke on those words, tears beginning to fall down your cheeks at a rapid pace. The sight of you so distraught makes Diluc's barely beating heart ache immensely.

"I..."

Diluc struggles to get what he wants to say out.

"I didn't want to love you, in case I'd hurt you..."

He looks away from you, too ashamed to keep eye contact.

"Do you not see how much this hurts me though!?"

You reply, gritting your teeth.

"I don't care that you're not a human like me! I still love you, and nothing is going to change that!!"

More tears fall down your cheeks, some even hitting and sliding down his own face.

Diluc hesitantly reaches a hand up, pressing his gloved hand against the back of your head and pushing it forward so that your forehead rests against his.

"I'm sorry."

He apologises, being finally able to look you in the eyes again. He's sincere in his words.

You sniffle, closing your eyes and placing your hands on his shoulders. You don't respond to his apology, but he can tell that you've already forgiven him.

Diluc smiles and closes his eyes too, not deciding to start any more conversations, and leaving the two of you to calm in silence.

DAINSLEIF: (1424 words)

•When Khaenri'ah fell, Dainsleif was cursed with both immortality and vampirism. The immortality came with becoming a vampire.

•So he decided to travel Teyvat alone, so as to not let anyone know about his inhumanity.

•At first, Dainsleif struggled with being a vampire. He could only be on the move when the sun was down, but it wasn't like he could get very far with how sluggish he was from repressing his blood cravings.

•Eventually, he managed to figure things out. Every once in a while he'd feed on some poor drunkard walking home in the middle of the night. And he managed to construct a ring that made him immune to the sunlight, meaning he could now travel by day as well.

•The 500 years he's spent travelling alone were incredibly lonely for him. Because he didn't want anyone to know that he was a vampire, he isolated himself from civilisation, only occasionally stepping into the cities to get a drink at a tavern or to buy something he needed.

•He lived completely alone for five centuries, until you came along.

•Dainsleif had spotted you, another traveller, trying your best to fight some slimes that had been attacking you, but you weren't really doing a good job. So, he stepped in to help you out. He planned to just slay the slimes, make sure you were okay, and be on his merry way once again.

•But you had completely ruined his plans, chasing after him as he tried to walk away from you, saying that you'd pay him back with a meal at a nearby restaurant or a drink from one of the taverns he'd been to a few times.

•No matter how many times he'd try to let you down gently, you just kept going, insisting that because he saved your life that you should repay him.

•Once Dainsleif finally came to terms with the fact that you weren't going to let up, he sighed and agreed to your offer (demand)

•So you took him to a tavern for a meal and a few drinks. By the end of it, you were completely drunk and he was still completely sober.

•Regular human food and alcohol don't do much to his system. It wasn't like his body rejected them, but he would never become drunk even if he drank a sea of booze, and he would never become full off of just meats and vegetables.

•Much to Dainsleif's annoyance, he ended up carrying you back to his campsite to let you sleep there. He made sure to keep watch the entire night just in case.

•When you woke up, the first thing you saw through a bleary gaze was a pint of water being held out to you by Dainsleif. He scolded you for drinking too much last night and forced you to drink the water to lessen your hangover.

•And since then, you've somehow become a pest in his side. You both travelled around Teyvat together, soothing Dainsleif's centuries-long loneliness.

•Though, having a human companion by his side wasn't easy for Dainsleif. Especially if he was due for another feeding.

The crackling fire illuminated the campsite that had been darkened by the evening sky. The entrancing flames distracted you as Dainsleif tried his best to calm himself down in your shared tent.

He was due for another feeding, and the smell of your blood was driving him crazy. He was trying his best to hold back on his desperate cravings until you slept, so he could drink from another bumbling drunkard roaming the paths.

But it was getting increasingly harder and harder to hold himself back as the minutes passed by.

Dainsleif refused to drink from you. He didn't want to harm or scare you away. Overtime, he'd come to actually enjoy your company. Driving you away with his monstrous tendencies is the last thing he wants, especially after being alone for far too long.

"Dainsleif?"

Your voice breaks him out of his thoughts, and he looks up to see you, placing a hand on his shoulder. He hadn't even realised you'd moved away from the fire to come to his side.

"Are you alright? You look awfully pale..."

Awfully pale was just how he always looked, though he was probably as white as a ghost by now from how badly he needed to feed.

"I-It's nothing..."

Dainsleif utters with a surprisingly weak voice. He averts his eyes away from you, feeling embarrassed that you have to see him so weak.

"Are you sure? I think you may be ill..."

You respond, holding his chin to keep his head in place while you studied his features for any signs of illness.

Dainsleif's breath became ragged at how close you were to him. He was using all of his self control to not just pounce on you and drink straight from your neck.

In your eyes, you had just thought that he was refusing help because he didn't want to seem weak around you. Though the issue was much bigger than that.

"P-Please, I'm fine..."

He breathes out. He does not look fine in the slightest.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, starting to become annoyed at how he's pushing you away.

"You don't have to pretend, Dain. I can tell something's wrong, you can tell me y’know."

Dainsleif swallows. He wants to resist, to run away and return to you while you're asleep and he's finally been fed. But he cannot.

"H-How much do you know about... inhuman creatures...?"

He finally asks with his voice and breath shaking.

"Hmm... like slimes? Have you been poisoned by one or something?—"

"No, no, it's nothing like that..." He cuts you off, taking a deep breath before speaking again. "I-I meant creatures who appear to be human... but they aren't..."

You think for a few moments, thinking back to all the books you read before you decided to set off on your journey across all of Teyvat. After a few minutes of thinking, you manage to come to a conclusion.

"Like a vampire or something?"

"Yes... a vampire..."

"What about them?"

Dainsleif doesn't even find the energy to tell you. He simply just opens his mouth a little to show off his sharp fangs in his teeth that replaced his canines.

Your eyes widen. You're surprised, and even a little bit scared, but you know Dainsleif won't hurt you.

Not hurting you is what got him to this state in the first place, isn't it?

"Are you hungry?"

You ask him, and he weakly nods in response.

You take a deep breath before undoing the top button on your shirt, pulling your collar down enough to fully expose your neck. You hold his chin against and force him to look up at you.

"Drink from me." You say, and Dainsleif's eyes widen.

"B-But—"

"I don't want to hear it. I know you won't hurt me, so just drink already.”

A bit of anxiety goes through your mind, wanting to back out. But you'd rather be in pain than have your closest companion die of starvation when you could've prevented it.

Dainsleif hesitantly pulls you close to him, pressing his mouth against the side of your neck. He places small kisses on the warm skin, whispering out a bunch of "Thank you's" as he prepares himself to drink from you for the first time.

Right before he drinks from you, he whispers a small "I'm sorry," before taking a bite.

At first, it hurts. Your nails dig into Dainsleif's shoulders as he feeds from you. His thumbs draw comforting circles on your back to try and soothe you.

When the pain finally subsides, it actually starts to feel a little good. You let out a mix between a sigh and a moan as your nails stop digging into his shoulders and instead grip at his shirt.

Once he finishes drinking from you, he licks and kisses the spot he bit into, lapping up any blood that's spilled out from your neck.

The experience left you completely exhausted. You rested your head on Dainsleif's shoulder as he grabbed the first aid kit from your bag, pulling out a small bandaid to put over the bite.

When he's done patching you up, he lays you down gently onto your mat, pulling up the small blanket you had. His gloved hand brushes the hair sticking to your forehead away, and he plants his lips there in a gentle kiss.

"Sleep well..."

He whispers, before your vision fades to black.

DAN HENG: (1137 words)

•Unlike the other two, Dan Heng was actually born as a vampire. Though he's never met his parents before.

•Vampires like him age super slowly. So he's got another few centuries on his belt until he becomes weak enough to die or be killed easily.

•Instead of hiding himself away though, he works as a librarian in a public library.

•While he's very quiet and hard to communicate with, he is actually a very good worker (he plans to go down with the library if that ever happens)

•Nobody actually knows he's a vampire, not even his boss or his coworkers. While his previous bosses had noticed that he barely seemed to age as the years went by, they always felt too intimidated by his quiet and stoic nature to ask him about it.

•Dan Heng, like Dainsleif, also has a daylight ring. Though this is just something he's had with him for as long as he can remember.

•You show up for the first time in his life when you're hired to work in the library with him.

•Unfortunately for him, you just happened to want to strike up a conversation every time you saw him. His boss must've noticed this, because suddenly, majority of your shifts aligned right with his.

•Dan Heng is a bit annoyed that his nice peace and quiet is now being interrupted by you. But he's not a bad guy, so he's not going to get mad at you and push you away or make you feel horrible because of it.

•So, after a bit of trying to get him to talk to you, he caves and replies to you.

•And that started your friendship with him.

•You two remained as good friends for a while. It was until Dan Heng realised that he had started to fall for you that he started to push you away without even realising it.

•He felt bad for falling for you. He felt bad that he'd live on for centuries, while you only had a few decades. It made him feel guilty thinking of how you'd grow old and he'd technically not even be 30 yet.

•So, he started slipping informative books about vampires into your piles of books that you were going to borrow. He didn't know how to tell you outright the truth, so he hoped that this would get his message across.

•It did not.

Dan Heng notices you sigh while you're looking through your stack of books that you had left to the side unattended for only a few minutes. He watches you walk over to him and place the book he had slipped into your pile in front of him on the desk.

"Can you put this back in its original spot?" You sigh again, tapping on the hardcover with your nails.

Dan Heng picks up the book. "Are you not a fan of vampire books?" He asks bluntly, slightly raising an eyebrow.

"It's not that." You reply "They just keep showing up with the books I want to borrow even though. I don't put them there... do you think we're being haunted by a vampire or something?"

Dan Heng shakes his head. "Don't be absurd. Ghosts are the ones that haunt, not vampires."

"Oh? Sounds like you know a lot about vampires. Perhaps you're the one slipping these into my pile behind my back?"

You notice the way Dan Heng's eyes practically pop out of his head with how surprised he looks. It was an odd expression for him.

"Hey, you don't have to look so surprised, I was joking—"

"You're right."

Now you're the one who's surprised, though not to the same extent as he was just merely a few seconds ago.

Dan Heng sighs. "Can we go somewhere private? I have something to tell you."

You nod your head and follow him. The both of you are silent as you walk to a secluded spot in a corner of the library. When you both stop walking, Dan Heng turns to face you with a guilty expression on his face.

"I have two things to tell you..."

He begins, taking a deep breath before looking straight into your curious eyes.

"I have... fallen for you."

A cute red blush appears on his cheeks, and with the way yours had started to burn, you probably looked the exact same as him.

"But... I cannot be with you."

That immediately makes you confused. Your heart starts to pound harder.

"Wh-What do you mean?"

You stutter, your voice raising in a pitch a little too high when you emphasise your question.

Dan Heng sighs again, rubbing his shoulder awkwardly.

"The reason I've been slipping books about vampires into your pile is... well... because I am a vampire."

You cannot tell if you're being played right now.

"...Are you serious?"

"Yes."

With the way Dan Heng continues to look straight into your eyes without faltering makes you believe him more. But you have no reason to not believe him anyway, after all, Dan Heng was a serious person, so what would he get out of lying to you like this?

"So... how does that play into you loving me?"

Dan Heng bites his lip, fiddling with the ring he always wore to calm his anxieties down.

"I'm practically immortal. If we ever end up together in the future, you'll die way before I even reach the age you died at..."

It seems his anxieties only worsened as he explained the reason to you. That thought hadn't crossed your mind, but you understand why he looked so guilty and distressed over it.

You exhale, taking a step closer to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. He looks at you, wondering what you're planning to do.

"I'm sure we can work something out when that inevitably comes around. For now, why don't we just enjoy ourselves without worrying about the future?"

You smile warmly, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip.

Dan Heng doesn't respond for a second, but he finally nods to your statement.

"Alright, let's do that."

He grabs the wrist of your hand that's touching his face, moving it away and intertwining his fingers with you, giving you a small reassuring squeeze.

Dan Heng looks at you and smiles for the first time during your whole conversation. Your heart flutters at the sight of it, and you can't help but lean in and kiss it.

Dan Heng's eyes widen again when you pull away, and you immediately regret doing that.

"I-I'm sorry! I should've asked for permission first!"

"N-No... it's fine."

Dan Heng touches his lips, the blush on his face growing.

"...Can I kiss you again then?"

You ask shyly, playing with his fingers in your linked hands.

"Yes, you may."

And that's exactly what you do.

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[mmmairon]

Please. I don’t want to hurt you.

Inspired by @wyvernne ’s vampluc

#sad and angsty vampire turned against his will and only drinks from animals because he sees himself as a monster #which leaves him incredibly weak and thirsty for real sustenance but he would rather drink his own blood than hurt you #his control will only last for so long! #sorry for being incredibly inactive and unresponsive with asks #lots of change in my life right now that’s leaving me incredibly anxious #can’t focus well so I just avoid things constantly. im sure someone can understand what I mean #oh well #diluc #my art #genshin impact #vampluc

[eseninkit-blog]

this is not what I want for wriothesley werewolf but this is what we get for my first try

#wrioluc #duke wriothesley #wriothesley art #wriothesley #wriothesley werewolf #diluc art #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #vampire diluc #genshin impact #genshin fanart #genshin #genshin impact fanart

[hollythius]

VANITY | vampire! genshin characters x reader

note | trying something new here! we’re going for multi-chapter, multiple characters x reader, and you get to choose your route! hopefully this goes as planned 😔 general trigger warnings for blood and biting in a (mostly) non-sexual manner.

SYNOPSIS | you receive a letter from a mysterious admirer, inviting you to an exquisite gala. when you arrive, you find various suitors waiting for you— but there’s a catch. they’re all vampires!

first chapter (you’re here!) / next / previous

Dear Y/n,

You have utterly captivated me. Your charms are like the sweetest incense, drawing me nearer like a moth to a flame. When our eyes meet, my heart erupts with joy in a way that words cannot describe. Simply writing to you makes my hands shake in wistful longing. The quill in my hand is as restless as I; and I hope my penmanship is legible. (It would be my worst shame to write to you and have you not be able to read it) Now allow me to get on with the real point of this letter.

I formally invite you to the Dawn Winery next Saturday evening to enjoy a delicious wine tasting and incredible live music. As it is a masquerade, please dress in appropriate attire. I propose a game to you as well— if you can spot me in the crowd, I’ll give you a sweet surprise.

Yours in secrecy,

Your secret admirer.

The love letters were new. You were used to odd trinkets: windwheel asters, berries, a honeyed ale or tasty biscuit. Never had you received such a flowery parchment. Flush rose to your cheeks, tinting them red as you stood on your doorstep. You shook your head, pushing back inside. Sure, it was true that sometimes you stayed awake at night, thinking of who could be behind the gifts. A rich nobleman? A sweet farmer’s son? A librarian, a fisherman, a baker? At times like these, you longed for the touch of your admirer. The country of Teyvat was large, but the incoming fesitival at the Dawn Winery drew in travelers months in advance. Your admirer could be from any reach of the nation! Could they be from your hometown of Mondstat, or the farthest reaches of Inazuma? You would have to find out yourself, should you attend the wine tasting.

Who were you kidding. You were already gathering money for a masquerade mask.

please reblog my work! i spend lots of time on my projects, and it really helps me out :) tagging @ilyuu and @hobieist bc they helped me finalize the ideas for this series!

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[flower-yi]

Diluc Ragnvindr is knelt pathetically by the chair.

This is the worst he's been humiliated, he thinks, the coldness of the marble floor not once making him flinch. He's already frozen to the touch, no longer fazed by the temperature his mansion drops to on a daily basis, but you are warm, a living, real creature, who unlike him, needs no blood to live.

In contrast, he cannot live without it.

It is humiliating to know that he cannot survive a day without blood. Not— not without yours, not without anyone's, not without anything.

"Tell me once, and I will stop," his own voice quivers in the confines of his throat. Your hand on his cheek, pulse so close to his fangs, feels so pleasant on his chilled skin he's certain it makes him look foolish in the way he holds it so closely to his face. "I am giving you the chance to t-think twice. Please, my love, I..."

Your adoring gaze fills him with so much loathing he shuts his eyes to it.

The gentle circles you're caressing onto his cheek causes his body to shake. Gods, you are so soft with him. "Diluc," you start, sighing his name out, "Since when have I needed to think twice when it came to you?"

When he opens his eyes, the image of you in front of him begins to blur. "This folly will be remembered longer than you will."

"I know," you say with a smile, a strange liquid making a line on your hand. Diluc startles, moving, realizing that strange liquid is a tear, and that it comes from him.

He is beyond pathetic. Disgusting, really, to be kneeling in front of a human so reverently, when he will be desecrating someone like you.

When you've noticed he's yet to sink his fangs into you, you encourage him. Gods, you encourage him, by saying, "Diluc, I'll be safe. It's you."

And so he sobs, teeth breaking skin, blood filling his mouth. It tastes sweet. He's a monster to want more.

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𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

You still remember the face of the first Hunter you saved. 

He was a young lad, no more than seven and ten years of age when he first helped you escape a blood-drunk mob on a night of a Hunt years ago. A sweet child, freckled, doe-eyed, and stuttering all the while as you thanked him, young body utterly drowned in that heavy black Hunter attire. And yet that hardly stopped him from doing his service to Yharnam, for each night he’d join the Hunt, and each morning he’d stumble into your clinic, clawed full with wounds and cheeks streaked with tears. 

You had not believed that Hunters could still feel pain before then. You had not believed that they could still feel fear. 

He cried himself to sleep in your arms that night. 

They say it all happened because a beast bit him, infecting the poor child with its toxic blood. But you remember better than that— the nightmares remind you. 

The boy Hunter’s change ran deeper than skin, deeper than flesh and blood.

A week before the incident you found him slumped against the clinic’s stairs, bleeding out as he babbled on and on in his semi-conscious state, eyes locked on the buildings before you yet his pupils clouded and unfocused. He spoke of things from another world, things he could see that no one else could. Things that clung to buildings like enormous parasites, things that possessed eyes that lined their brains, and things that were unspeakable in very definition. 

By the time you brought him inside, his flesh had begun to rot, as if his body was eating itself from the inside out. It was then he began screaming, saying over and over again how he could hear them now too, the echoing voices and their prayers. 

He swore he could hear the screams of a newborn child. 

You remember the sickly black hue of the blood pooling from his ears and eyes, and those same four words he whispered over and over and over again. For you hear them in your sleep nearly every night:

“Fear the Old Blood.”

You still remember the face of the first Hunter who died in your arms, screaming. 

· · ─────── ·♰· ─────── · ·

Gasping, you wake up as you do most nights: crying with a headache strong enough to split your skull. 

You’ve learned smoking dreamroot gets rid of the migraines quickly enough. It leaves the world fuzzy and warped, but at least it is silent. Besides, it’s not like you have much of your life left to lose anyway. You’d be one of the lucky ones if you even hit thirty. 

Yharnam is far from silent even in the dead of night, and when you open the clinic’s rusted balcony doors, they groan in tandem with the howling in the distance. You suppose it should bother you. It probably did, once upon a time. But the city has been dying for centuries now, and when the body is this rotten even the doctors stop trying. 

Another huff and the world goes sideways, only the moon remaining as it looms over the city, everything else spinning as it fades to and from your vision. You giggle. Stumbling forward, you catch yourself on the railing, tarnished metal crying from your weight, and you curse at it under your breath. 

“If you’re going to purposefully poison yourself, at least do it inside. Away from the ledge.”

You pout, flicking the end of the dreamroot as the embers dance into the dark. “Oui, but then the clinic will reek. And Saints know that certainly wouldn’t be considered above board.”

The Hunter only gives you a grunt, yet he doesn’t press any further. Rather, he jumps down from his spot on the roof, joining you on the balcony. The two of you are unavoidably pressed against each other in the limited, crumbling space, your thighs brushing against his as you lean closer, accidentally throwing yourself off balance as you tumble forward, your free hand gripping to his forearm to catch yourself. Diluc holds you, eyes never leaving your face as you struggle to make your tongue work again. His hands make their way to your waist. Only to steady you, he tells himself.

“You,” your brows furrow, “Were you here the whole time?” 

It would hardly be a surprise, with his Vampyr stealth and whatnot. You take another huff of the dreamroot, humming as the purple smoke bleeds from your lips, the poor Hunter scrunching his nose as it swirls around him, consequence of you still half-leaning half-standing against him. Another cluster of embers falls, and you watch as they flicker, something hollow and hungry clawing at your chest when their light finally disappears. 

You remember how Diluc smells like smoke. What does he burn for, you wonder? 

“I wasn’t watching you, if that’s what you’re insinuating.” The Hunter’s voice draws you back, and you smile. “I was on the Hunt in Upper Cathedral Ward when I heard your heartbeat shift. I came in case there was trouble.”

“The Cathedral Ward.” That was at least an hour’s walk from the clinic. “You could still hear my heartbeat?”

“I…” He clears his throat, averting his gaze, but his grip tightens at your waist. “I always hear yours.”

Even above the cries of the beasts, even among the fifty-thousand-some inhabitants of Yharnam, he could still make out the slight shift in your heart. 

“Oh.”

You inspect the dreamroot, rolled blunt already half gone, and lift it to Diluc’s lips. “Want some?”

His nose wrinkles again, and you begin to hypothesize that all of the Vileblood’s senses are heightened, not just their strength and sight, when the fog of the root takes hold again. Before he can answer, the blunt slips between your fingers, tumbling to the ground as your hand lifts to his jaw, thumbing at his lips. Pressing your index finger against his top lip, you marvel at his fangs before dragging the plush of your finger down one, shivering at the edge you come so close to cutting yourself on. 

“I want you to bite me.”

Diluc makes a sort of strangled hiss at that, hands leaving your waist as they go to restrain your wandering fingers. “No. You do not.” 

You laugh, relenting as your wrists are pinned down to your shoulders by Diluc’s stronger grip. “If you refuse to bite me, would you prefer I bite you?” 

The Vampyr merely looks at you as though you’ve grown three heads, still very much contemplating how to salvage the conversation with some semi-appropriate answer when you stumble forward, rocking onto your toes as your lips brush against his ear. 

“Is this okay?”

You hear the shaky exhale he lets out against your cheek.

“Please.”

That’s all the confirmation you need. 

Falling completely against him, you give a chaste kiss right below his ear, allowing him to pull you closer as he slots his leg between yours to give you more support as you pin him against the balcony stone wall. You trail kisses along his jaw, tasting the sweet tremble of his skin as it mixes with the earthy musk of the dreamroot, utterly intoxicating as your head spins from it all. Fisting your hand into his wild hair, you tug, forcing his head back as you nip and pull against his neck, already addicted to the sweet sounds every harsh movement coaxed out from the man beneath you. 

Diluc swallows once again, and you can’t help but follow the bob of his throat. Setting your mouth over his pulse, you ghost your lips back down his throat until you brush on a spot that has him tensing between your thighs. 

And then, you bite. 

His moan breaks your trance, the guttural sound still reverberating in your chest as he jerks you away, his grip harsh against your hair. You whimper, both hands tugging at his wrist to try and free yourself, every tug of his fingers against your scalp sending flickers of shameful arousal down your spine. 

Saints, you didn’t know he’d react like that simply by being bitten. 

Then, just as quickly as he had grabbed you, Diluc released his hold. Instead, his hands plant themselves on your waist, pulling you down his thigh and firmly away from his neck. He meets your raised brow with a frown. 

“My, if I had known all I needed to do to was bite you to get that reaction then believe me, I would have done so far earlier.”

His voice almost sounds pained as he speaks. “You don’t know what you do to me.” 

But by the gods above and below did you want to. 

The faint glint of the candlelight coming from inside the clinic catches on Diluc’s fangs with every ragged breath, and you swear you’d trade the world, heaven and hell itself just to know every single thing about the man before you. Just the mere thought sends your pulse hammering, and Diluc’s supernatural hearing clearly catches the flutter of your pulse since he licks his lips, the slow movement sending a throb down your core in response. 

This game you two insisted on playing was driving both of you insane. The waiting. The wanting. The anticipation was beginning to twist into aching.

Yet neither of you could fully yield. 

And so, here you remain, torturing yourselves with the purgatory in between. 

Diluc is the first to talk, yet his voice doesn’t go above a whisper. “You know what my kind is. So why? Why risk this? Why tempt me so?”

“I wish I knew.” 

A laugh, and you sway closer once more. You can’t tell if it’s from the dreamroot or from your obvious infatuation, but you swear Diluc’s eyes burn, flickering between gold and blood red, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. 

Your gaze turns to his fangs once more. “Perhaps I am merely naturally curious. But perhaps I simply long to know what it feels like…” Your lips brush his with every word, and Diluc’s eyes tremble, pupils dilated so viciously his iris have been reduced to flaming rings, “To become yours. Your prey. To know the feeling of your fangs and the feeling of you sucking the lifeforce out from me. I want to know how you hurt.” 

Bitting down onto his lower lip, your words practically drip from your mouth into his. “I suppose I’m simply infatuated with you. You’ll help me, won’t you? You’ll sate my curiosity? My desires? You’ll bite me, won’t you?”

Finally moving to kiss him, you crane your neck up, and yet instead of the soft plush of his lips, you’re met with the rough flesh of his palm. Diluc gently pushes you back down, the rough pad of this thumb brushing past your lips as his own once did. 

“Forgive me.”

You blink, and you’re back inside the clinic once again. The balcony door is shut, and Diluc is gone, swallowed into the night like an ember that slipped from your grasp, only the burns on your fingers left to prove it was ever even there.  

· · ─────── ·♰· ─────── · ·

Every week, on the twenty-second hour of the seventh day, you and the Hunter would sneak into the Healing Church’s Grand Library, shuffling through centuries of lost knowledge, journals, and archives until the morning bells rang thrice. 

And every week you’d leave with more questions than answers. 

Piece by piece, you began to uncover more about Lawrence, the First Vicar, and his role as the Healing Church’s long-forgotten founder. No, not forgotten, that would imply this was something less than a meticulously organized scheme to keep the populace of Yharnam under control. Lawrence was erased. Erased like the truth of the Hunters, like the lineage of the Vilebloods, like the origin of the Beastly Scourge. 

You’re busy re-reading today’s findings as you scour the city for new samples, the perpetual full moon and flickering street lamps providing the bare minimum amount of light for you to make out the scrawled handwriting of priests from long ago. Normally you wouldn’t dare be this distracted in the midst of Yharnam’s beast-infested streets, but today is Sunday mass, which means all the Church Hunters have been busy clearing the roads to and from the Cathedral. Not to mention, your own Hunter is never far off either. 

As such, you are more than preoccupied with the decaying body of a recently killed Scourge Beast beside you, the skin surrounding its sternum pinned apart as you perform a paramedian cut down its furry side to get to its rotten lungs. One gloved hand extracts the delicate tissue as the other thumbs through another journal, your attention half-hazardously split between the two tasks. You like to think of yourself as somewhat of an expert multitasker. 

Unpacking yet another journal from your satchel, you flip through bookmarked dates until you reach an entry that has been scratching at your brain recently. The author of this particular journal was even more of a madman than the typical worshiper- a tough record to beat, to be sure- and yet in between his blatantly racist rantings against the Vilebloods and history lessons on the Executioners, you discovered some mentions of Laurence and the founding of the Healing Church. 

You read:

"But I have recently caught word that the holy medium of blood healing, brought to us by the esteemed First Vicar, is venerated in the main cathedral. And that councilors of the old church reside in the high stratum of the Cathedral Ward. They, and only they, may act as guardians to this Saint-given gift. I can only hope to one day rise to their ranks, and dedicate my life to preserving the Holy Medium as well.” 

This Holy Medium, whatever it was that First Vicar Laurence had found, must contain the answers you’ve been searching for. If you could find it, study it, understand it, then perhaps it will finally bring you closer to the truth behind the Beastly Scourge outbreak. 

Whatever Laurence’s intentions, it is clear that his ambition coupled with the power of this Holy Medium, allowed him to create the Healing Church. But why? For what purpose? 

Shoving the beast’s rotten lungs into a glass, you move to extract another pint of blood, tucking the vials and needle back into your satchel as you stand once more. You can’t help but feel as though you’re overlooking something, a piece obscured both by intention and ignorance, a fragment of truth hidden in plain sight.

“Fear the Old Blood.”

What did blood have to do with all this? 

After disposing of your gloves and wiping the gore from your hands the best you can, you finally make up your mind. You’ve been neglecting a crucial component, a perspective you’ve yet to fully exploit– you need to talk to someone from the Healing Church. Who better than the Vicar herself?

If what the journal says still holds true, then perhaps you could coax some information about the current whereabouts of this Holy Medium, or at least press her for some information between prayers during mass. Judging by the toll of the bell, there was at least an hour left of prayer. Besides, despite the Vicar's influence, she holds considerably more compassion than intellect in that skull of hers, predisposed to think the best and purest of everyone’s intentions. All the better for you, really.

“Hunter.”

Again, you feel him before you see him, that unnatural heat and the smell of ashes suffocating you like smoke. “Doctor.”

“We’re going on a little trip,” you turn, shooting him a grin as you spot him beneath a streetlamp. “To the main cathedral.”

Diluc’s brow furrows and you catch the harsh clench of his jaw as he emerges from the shadows, passing a sparing glance at the Beast's corpse behind you before meeting your gaze. “Forgive me if I’ve missed something, but I thought we were on the same page regarding those religious zealots.”

“Oui, but being a Doctor means I receive the great privilege of meeting a great variety of people in the city. Not to mention, meeting them under circumstances that more often than not place them in my debt.” You smirk, but the Hunter looks horridly unamused. 

“Didn't realize you were so friendly with the Church.”

Serious as ever. You sigh, slinging your satchel and rifle back over your shoulders. “I can make exceptions. After all, if I were one to judge based on titles and lineage alone, then I would have killed you long ago.”   An unamused huff. “If I recall correctly, you woke me with a rifle to the face.”

“And yet here you are, very much alive, mon petit monstre.”

Diluc is about to retort, but it dies off the instant you purr that pet name, his gaze dropping from yours as he hyper-fixates on the suddenly very interesting cobblestone below you. Stifling a laugh, you’re about to comment on his rather flustered nature today when the bells toll for prayer, each knell echoing through Yharnam’s streets. Diluc straightens immediately, clearing his throat. 

“So? Who is this trustworthy priest of yours?” Saints, even the very sentence made his stomach churn, each word like acid against his tongue. 

Mass was almost over, you’ll need to get moving soon. Beginning towards the Cathedral, you respond, “Vicar Amelia. Despite some inherent fanaticism, she’s a brilliant young lady. There are already pitifully too few brilliant young ladies, and so I took it upon myself to seek her out and see if she stood a chance against the zealous old men surrounding her.”

“And?”

“And I think she just might be one of the last chances Yharnam has left.”

Vicar Amelia is widely revered, after all, she’s just about your age and is already the highest-ranking member of the church, and a woman, at that. Yes, the Septons and the Maesters had their little fit, and yet with the entire populace of Yharnam in love with that angel of a woman, it was impossible to put her down. And for good reason too. From free clinics, soup kitchens, community mass, and a way with words that even managed to sway even you, she has earned her spot as the last flickering light left in Yharnam’s endless night, a beacon of hope for the townspeople.

And let's just say she owes you a favor. After all, she allows you to run your clinic even though you don't quite have all the necessary paperwork, licensing, and whatnot. Not that the Maesters knew. Courtesy of Vicar Amelia. 

“You trust her?” 

Diluc’s voice pulls you back to the present and you shoot him a crooked grin. 

“Now, now, surely you jest? I said I admired her dedication to the people, but that inherently makes her a fool too. The best people often are.” You pause, mulling over your words carefully. ”She’s a resource. But more than that, she’s one of the last damn people here actually trying to save others, so I help her when I can. Despite some more… fundamental differences.”

Another scoff, the Hunter crossing his arms as he walks. “So what does that make me to you?”

“Quite talkative today aren’t we?” Diluc refuses to dignify your probe with a response. “You, my dear Hunter, are also a resource. Oh, and a pretty face to look at.”

His pace doubles, effectively leaving you trailing behind him, but not before you catch a hint of blush against his ears, peeking out from beneath the Hunter’s hat. With a laugh, you run to catch up. 

Before long the looming shadow of the Grand Cathedral greets the two of you, beckoning you forward with the grand flight of stairs leading up to its iron maw. Like guardians, a line of the bowing statues kneels on either side of the railings, hunchbacked and clutching their faces (if you could even call that a face under those hoods, more a disfigured cluster of holes than anything) frozen either in prayer or pain.

The cathedral doors tower up against swooping marble arches, heavy metal cracked open as they sway with the wind. That’s odd. Typically the Healing Church posts a number of Hunters outside the cathedral to guard the town square until the mass is over. And yet the entire perimeter of the Grand Cathedral is void of people. 

You and the Hunter push the doors wider, stepping into the shadows of the main hall as your footsteps reverberate through the chamber. It should be packed full as always on Vicar Amelia’s Sunday mass, everyone from families to Hunters to the Choir seated upon the rows of rotten wooden pews lining the grand hall. 

And yet, all you’re greeted with is silence. 

Usual neat rows of prayer benches and prie-dieus are thrown in disarray, splinters of wood littering the marble floors as you stumble further into the Cathedral in stunned silence. Not a soul remained, and despite that, you swear the words of prayer echo down the arched ceilings, like the whisperings of an angel. Or ghost.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you continue further into the hall, eyes trailing past the destruction and shattered stained glass windows, back down to the main altar where— Diluc grabs your arm, yanking you back as he tugs you against him. 

“Not a sound.” 

There, kneeling before the altar, dwarfed by the centerpiece statue and cast alight by the hundreds of half-burned candles, is a woman.

Dawned in white and deathly still, you never even noticed she was there, subconsciously mistaking her for yet another statue forever stuck in worship for whatever lay upon the altar. 

Carefully, Diluc guides the two of you behind a pillar, hidden from both the woman and any guards or visitors who may still be caught beneath the rubble. Still entirely unaware of your presence, the woman doesn’t so much as move, and you’re near considering the possibility that she’s asleep or- Saints forbid- dead, until you catch the raspy murmur of prayers muffled into her clasped hands. Prayers that, you realize, have been echoing across the cathedral halls since you first stepped foot into the building. 

It’s only then you realize you recognize her. For no one else in Yharnam has that pale, ashen hair. 

“That’s her,” you fight against Diluc’s grip. “That’s Vicar Amelia. I don’t understand, why–”

A cough rattles Amelia’s body, and you realize those aren’t simply shadows casting her in a dark glow. She is covered in blood. 

The Hunter pulls you closer. “Something’s not right.”

“Well obviously,” you huff, gesturing to the rubble as best you can against Diluc’s unrelenting hold. “Let me go, she might be hurt.”

“You’re not listening.”

“You are not listening. Now unhand me before I bite you!”

Craning your neck down, you intend to make good on your threat until Diluc’s hand meets your face halfway, stifling your mouth entirely as he yanks you backward, hissing against your ear. 

“Listen.”

Again, you instinctually fight back, your duties as a doctor overriding any normal sense of fear or suspicion you should listen to, but Diluc’s Vileblood compulsion soothes your brain against your will, and you fall slack in his arms. Limp against his chest, your brows furrow as you finally begin to make out the words Vicar Amelia is muttering, over and over and over again as she rocks back and forth on her knees. 

"Our thirst for blood satiates us, soothes our fears. Seek the old blood, but beware the frailty of men. Their wills weak, minds young.” 

Your mouth opens, tongue dry against your mouth. What, what is she saying? Seek the old blood? 

“The foul beasts will dangle nectar and lure the meek into the depths. Remain wary of the frailty of men. Their wills weak, minds young. Were it not for fear, death would go unlamented.” Her voice cracks into a broken cough. And then she starts struggling for air, falling forward as her body trembles, hands still locked in prayer. ”Death would,” a strangled gasp, ”Death—”

She’s seizing. 

Dropping your weight into a lunge, you manage to wriggle free from Diluc’s hold, running out from behind the pillar, the Vicar’s jagged breathing echoing through the cathedral. “Amelia!” You need to turn her onto her side before she choked on her tongue, or worse.

And then, she screams. Neck snapping backward, the crack of bone and the gurgle of blood mix with her horrid screeches, body twitching and convulsing as every limb bent and snapped. Amelia’s spine snaps in half, screaming as she claws at her throat, tearing apart tendons and muscles with her bare fingernails as blood spews onto the statues before you, her ribs cracking open and piercing through flesh as her body tears itself apart. Crimson sprays like wings, red staining her white robes, tainting the altar and holy statues alike, covering you in blood as you stumble to the ground. 

Even without her throat, Amelia continues to wail, the hellish sound gurgling out directly from her chest as her bones continue to twist and pull and grow in sharp jerks, fur sprouting out from under once holy robes, thick tresses of white ripping through flesh. Her body is ripping itself apart. 

Then, every bone snaps back into place, but all wrong. Limbs reach for the ceiling and clawed paws dig into the marble as she mutates into a hellish beast taller than the grand altar itself. All at once woman and wolf and stag and monster, a creature defiling nature itself. She turns to snarl, flashing her disfigured rows of fangs in a mouth more muzzle than human, and you realize it would be futile to try and run. 

Even with the tattered remains of human skin and cloth blindfolding her eyes, she knows you are here. And you will not escape her. 

Still, Amelia clutches her paws to her heart, falling silent. She sniffs the air, once, twice. 

You feel the bile rise in your throat, covering your mouth with one hand as the other scrambles backward to try and place more distance between you and the beast you watched transform right before your eyes. Impossible. It was impossible. The Scourge takes days, if not weeks to spread, and yet the Vicar turned right before your eyes. 

Again, you throw your head to the side vomiting before someone grabs you, yanking you behind a pillar as you try and make out the words being muffled into your hair. Diluc’s grip tightens and he forces you to face him, crimson eyes grounding you as he whispers against your bloody temple. “As soon as I attack, run for the entrance. Run and do not look back.”

“Wait, please. You can’t kill her, she–” You’re shaking. Fuck. You’re shaking. “She’s the last hope this city has left.” The rest of your pleas die in your throat when another growl makes the very floor of the cathedral tremble. She heard you. “Please.”

The Hunter shoves three bottles into your grasp and forces your rifle into your hands. “You can’t save them all. You can’t save her.”

You’re out of time. 

The growls turn to shrieks, Amelia’s enormous body shuddering as she screams, lunging forward as she knocks down the pillar to your right. You fall to your knees at the impact, skull rattling as you feel the blood from your burst eardrums trickle down your neck and jaw. By the time you open your eyes, Diluc is gone, darting out from the hallway and emerging into the main cathedral hall as he fires a shot directly into the beast’s skull. 

“So this is how your gods repay you.” The Hunter unsheathes his claymore, swinging it to his side as he scoffs. “Pity.”

Amelia screams, slashing her outreached arm in time to Diluc’s lunge, only for his sword to meet her halfway, cutting right through her clawed palm. Flesh splays out as the sword drives up her enormous arm, tendons flailing uselessly next to the severed bone. Diluc is blinded with the spray of red, trying to wrench his claymore out from her flesh when Amelia flings him off, force sending him flying into a pillar with a bloody gasp. 

Diluc falls, splattering the marble red as he hears the back of his skull crack- a sickening crunch that pulses behind his eyes and throat, vision spinning in time to his slowing heart as he watches the beast writhe in agony over its severed arm. 

You hardly stifle a scream, about to run to him when one of the bottles tumbles from your arms, nearly shattering against the floor before you catch it. They reek of oil. 

Oil. Fire. It’s a Molotov Cocktail. 

Amelia has nearly finished stitching together her arm, beastly flesh snapping and knitting back together as she turns towards the nearly unconscious Hunter, claws outstretched. 

Blood, he needs your blood. 

With trembling hands, you unsheathe a dagger from your belt, slashing your forearm before launching the Molotov Cocktail at Amelia as hard as you can, the bottle shattering and setting the flank of the beast on fire as the cathedral is filled with the smell of burning flesh and blood. Your bones rattle with her screams. 

Already lightheaded, you stumble through the rubble before falling at Diluc’s side. Pulling his face into your lap, you shove the open gash against his lips, feeling him stir beneath you as he gulps down your blood in greedy swallows. Crimson eyes snap open, and he takes one more mouthful before shoving you behind him, staggering to his feet as he lifts himself with the claymore.

Amelia rears up onto her hind legs with another shriek before thrusting her paws, still clasped in prayer, down on top of the Hunter. You’re thrown across the aisle with the force of the blow, choking on a gurgle of Diluc’s name. 

But he is nowhere to be found. 

Instead, the Hunter had already ducked underneath the enormous beast, claymore slashing into her Achilles heel, bringing the beast to her knees with another unending scream. About to cut the other heel, Diluc raises his claymore over his head, swinging down only to get struck in the chest with a desperate hind kick from the beast. 

Rolling against the marble and debris, Diluc feels the pop of his lungs, hears it against his skull and coughs out a mass of blood. At least three ribs cracked, and he has to jam his sword into the ground to break the momentum. But Amelia is already upon him. She slashes twice, and Diluc hardly rolls out of the way in time, her claws nearly twice as large as his claymore as they dig straight through the marble. 

Finally able to control your breathing, you roll onto your knees, propping your rifle against your shoulder as you desperately aim for the flailing head of the beast. She throws herself forward with yet another clumsy slash of her claws, and you pull the trigger, recoil kicking you backward as Amelia’s screams echo through the cathedral. 

She claws at her neck, the gaping hole of torn flesh no doubt due to your bullet, giving Diluc enough time to thrust his claymore through Amelia’s lower jaw, slicing downwards as her throat tears in two. It’s all you can do to tune out the pained shrieks, high-pitched and distorted with the gurgle of blood. 

Marble cracks and pillars tremble as the panicked beast rams into them, the entire cathedral trembling as she throws herself to the ground. But with that she’s pinned Diluc under her massive body, crushing the Hunter as his ribs snap from the weight. You scramble for another bottle, vision already flickering to black from the blood loss via your still-bleeding arm.  

Chucking another Molotov Cocktail at Amelia, the glass shatters, oil and flames catching on her fur and burning through flesh and bone. The beast rolls side to side, screaming as she tries to put out the flames in animalistic desperation, giving Diluc enough time to crawl out from underneath her and stab his sword into her flaming side again and again and again, fresh blood fueling the fire. 

But the fire was searing into Diluc’s skin too, and he only managed one more slash before he had to crawl backward, lest he wanted to burn alive too. 

Amelia’s cries are mixed with the roar of the flames as she stands, flaying her arms widely, and with one final ram, one of the massive Church pillars plunges to the ground, right atop the crawling Hunter. With his injuries, Diluc only just manages to escape, several tons of marble slamming into the floor and on top of his leg. His screams are drowned by the howling of the beast. 

Looming over the trapped Hunter, Amelia’s flaming maw opens wide, snapping closed against his entire torso when three more shots ring out, blasting through her skull and ripping her lower jaw straight off. 

Snarling, she turns to face you. You have her full attention now. 

Her tongue hangs loosely by snapped tendons and shattered bone, and yet her screams still echo against your ears. You stumble backward. 

There’s nowhere to run.

You can’t fight her. 

Somewhere in the distance, you think you hear Diluc yelling. But Saints, the drumming of your heart is too loud to focus on anything else. 

You have no Molotov Cocktails left, and you can’t stop trembling long enough to even raise your arm, let alone aim your rifle. Amelia’s fiery shadow looms over you, and you collapse onto your knees. Ironic, isn’t it? Does this count as prayer?

Diluc watches as the beast stalks closer and closer to you, and yet you can’t seem to hear a word he says, screaming at you to run. Writhing, he curls upward, pushing and kicking with pure rage, but the pillar doesn’t so much as budge. He can’t feel his left leg anymore. Amelia’s jaw is nearly healed, and you still won’t fucking move. He curses, bracing both hands against the marble as he inhales. 

Exhales. And he rips himself free. 

Blood spurts from his leg, loose tendons, muscle, and skin ripping as he tugs apart the uneven gash in his left thigh, the entirety of his knee and below gone, still pinned and bleeding beneath the pillar. He doesn’t wait for the pain to catch up.

By now, you have accepted your fate. Amelia draws one of her massive paws back, and with her next swing, you close your eyes, welcoming your escape from this nightmare at long last. 

But the blow never hits. 

Instead, you’re greeted with the warm spray of blood down your face, and your eyes flutter open. 

Diluc stands before you, one arm outreached as he stumbles forward, two of Amelia’s claws ripping from his shoulder to his sternum as blood pours from his body onto your own. You hardly open your arms in time to catch him as his limp body slides off the claws, falling into your embrace as you sob. 

Only now can you see beyond his shoulder, at the skull of Vicar Amelia lies, split in two, with Diluc’s claymore wedged between the burning halves. 

He saved you, and now he’s dying. Your Hunter is dying. 

Scrambling, you take off your coat and rip at your shirt to stop the bleeding, but there’s just so much of it that your hands and forearms are stained red, the floor too, there’s just so much and Saints you don’t know what else to do. You try to force him to drink more blood from your arm, but he nudges it back down, trailing your palm with his fingers. 

“Stop.” Diluc’s voice comes out in gasps, and he takes your hand into his own. Even now, he’s impossibly gentle and it makes you want to cry. “I’ll come back. Can’t—” he coughs up more blood, and you wipe it away, leaving a darker trail of red. “Can’t die, remember?”

“I do.” Your voice cracks, but you smile. He should remember you smiling. Diluc’s hand comes up, trembling as it brushes tears off your cheeks. “I do. I remember.”

The Hunter offers you one last smile, nodding as his arm falls into the pool of blood surrounding the two of you, words hardly more than a dying whisper as you fall over him. “I’ll find you once again.”

You press yourself against him, nodding as you kiss his forehead. “Promise?”

“I vow it.”

And your Hunter disintegrates into ash. 

A heartbeat, and all you’re left with is an empty puddle of gore, blood, and a corpse of yet another beast at your feet. 

This isn’t the first time you’ve witnessed a hunter enter the dream, and yet it feels no less scary. No less permanent. A sort of death where the gods were cruel enough to even take the body away, taunting you as though he had never existed in the first place. 

Would it take hours for him to come back? Weeks? Years?

You don’t know. 

All this carnage and for what? The meaningless death-door prayers of a Vicar whose mind was already poisoned by the plague and fanaticism alike. A Vicar who is now dead too. 

You roar, smashing your fists against the pool of blood that you still kneeled in, splashing yourself with even more of the stuff, sticky and hot against your face as it drips back down to the floor. Another scoff. “All this talk of blood.”

This blood seemed to be as much of an obsession to the Healing Church now as it was during Laurence’s time; both those journals and Vicar Amelia praised it as though worthy of veneration. Old Blood, perhaps that was the Holy Medium? But blood from who, from what?

All this blood hardly seems holy. It's just red. 

“Damn it all.”

Dragged down by the heaviness of your blood-soaked clothes, you force yourself to your feet with a wince, limping towards Amelia’s massive corpse when something flickers at the base of the altar. Turning, you lead with your rifle, and yet there is nothing left in the hall. The altar is untouched, bathed in red, and yet down at the base of it, amongst the hundreds of flickering candles lies a skull wreathed in cloth and offerings. You lower the gun. 

The skull was hardly anything special. The face cracked with a massive gash cut down its right eye, and its jaw was hideously transformed, as if something had burst the bone from within. Rows of fangs protruded in awkward angles all along the half-human half-lupine jaw, and you can’t help but look back at Amelia, the similarities too striking to ignore. 

Perhaps this was what the Old Blood did.

Yet the longer you observe the skull, the longer you grow certain something about it really is flickering. Not quite emitting light, visually there is nothing unnatural, and yet it beckons you forward all the same, drawing you closer as you reach out your arm. 

And with a slow lean, your palm brushes jagged bone. 

You’re falling. Jerked backward, the cathedral fades to black around you, vision tunneling as panic seizes your entire being yet again, darkness consuming you whole as you fall until the world goes silent. 

Then, you hear a voice.

It’s a man’s voice, distant, warped, and yet you could taste the words as though it had been your own tongue that spoke them, calm and assured of yourself. You lick your lips- in nervousness?- and feel the scratch of something beneath your nose that you realize must be a beard. It’s only then you realize you must be seeing this through the man whose skull you just touched. 

"Master Willem, I've come to bid you farewell."

Master Willem. You recognize that name.

Through the fog of the memory you see the golden glint of a septon, tapping rhythmically against the lap of a man seated in a grand rocking chair, his face blurry and obscured. Your head is throbbing. 

“Oh, I know, I know. You think now to betray me."

The older man’s voice croaks with unamused scorn, a laugh broken with old age and weariness. You feel something in your chest wince, and yet you press on. 

"No, but you will never listen." You sigh, but it does not shake you. Your mind was made up long ago. "I promise you, I will not forget our adage."

A toothless smile spreads across your mentor’s wrinkling face, and he begins, "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood." He takes comfort in this. A devotion, a salvation to be shared with the world. "Our eyes are yet to open."

"Fear the old blood," the two finish in unison, voices mingling in a distant harmony.

Your shoulders straighten, resolve all the more solidified as you look down onto your master with a sense of longing despite knowing there was no other way. “I must take my leave now." You feel the body walk away, footsteps echoing as they creak against wood flooring, indicating that they must be in a house or building of some sort. A door hinge creaks, and slams shut. And yet your consciousness remains in the room. 

Suddenly you are suspended in an aerial view, the man rocking in his wheelchair far below you as you take in the papers and candles strewn half hazardous around him. It’s only then the name clicks against your memory with cold realization. 

This must be Byrgernwerth.

But before you can attempt to piece it all together, the world collapses in on itself once again, Master Willem’s voice ringing through your ears. 

"By the gods, fear it, Laurence. Fear it."

Stumbling backward, you are suddenly thrust back into your own body, struggling to control your limbs once again, vision flickering back in place against the flickering torchlight of the Grand Cathedral.

“How–” your voice is raspy, tongue heavier than lead as it rolls against your teeth. “What was that?”

Laurence. You were inside the memory of Laurence, The First Vicar. You got inside a memory of a person centuries dead by touching his skull. Tripping over yourself, you fall onto your tailbone with a hiss, and yet even the pain is forgotten as you stare up at the skull still perched, unchanging, upon the altar. 

Was that the moment Laurence decided to begin the Healing Church? He left his old master Willem and Byrgenwerth to… what? You remember his feeling of pride, the resolution for the path before you. 

Laurence wished to share the Old Blood with others, the once noble pursuit likely taking him to Yharnam, leading him to found the Healing Church. And yet in doing so, he disobeyed the adage he swore he’d follow: instead of fearing the Old Blood, he turned it into an icon of worship. Turned it into a twisted devotion. 

Look where it got us now.

Of course it took something holy to create this kind of a hell. 

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin imagines #bloodborne #vampire #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc smut

[floatmeintothesun]

Sanguine

Summary-You persuade Diluc to indulge in his desires…(vampire!Diluc x reader)

Tw- blood, slight mention of injuries, nothing really big

Tags- Vampire Diluc, fluff, slight injury, gender neutral reader, comfort

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“...no. I’m afraid I can’t do that, darling,” Diluc denies you, giving you a look. You frown.

“Why not? I’m fine with it,” You tilt your head and he sighs. His crimson eyes flicker brightly for a second at my words, before the glimmer fades out.

“I’m not going to bite you. I--” You hold up a finger shushing him with a pout.

“Well you need blood, don’t you? I double as your lovely partner and a walking food source for you. I know you won’t take too much. I trust you,” You say resolutely and he squeezes his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“I am not going to take your blood. And I’m certainly not degrading you to being a food source to me,” He says firmly and you sigh, sitting down next to him on the couch. Out of habit, his arm naturally loops around your waist and pulls you closer to him. He mumbles something under his breath and you poke him in the stomach, making him shoot you a half-hearted glare.

“Come on, ‘Luc. Why not?” You ask and he frowns.

“You know why. I can’t risk accidentally taking too much from you. I don’t want to hurt you,” He mumbles, and you make a face. 

“But I trust you. You’ve got amazing self-control,” You say, and Diluc nearly wants to cry out in frustration. He does have good self-control, he’s trained himself for this, but Archons, he certainly hadn’t trained himself for you.

You, with your deliciously sweet scent and your delectable enticing blood--he doesn’t know if he can restrain himself. He turns away from you, trying not to think about how easy it’d be, to just lean over, grab your wrist and just bite--

“No. No, I will not,” He manages to rasp, his throat feeling uncomfortably dry. He glares at you. He should move away from you, he really should, it’s not helping his situation at all…but he just can’t tear himself away from your side. Your horribly mouthwatering scent surrounds him and he contemplates simply not breathing so he doesn’t have to risk snapping.

The much more instinctive side begs him to just give in, to listen because you said it was okay, you're insisting he drink and take and bite and devour, to just give in and he shoves the almost overwhelming urge down. 

You reach up to brush his bangs away from his face and he nearly groans, hearing and practically feeling the blood rush through your veins, but he lets you do so, forcing himself not to react.

“I trust you. I do with my life,” You say and he grits his teeth. His fingers twitch and you can see his pupils dilate for a split second before returning to normal. You can see his self-restraint slip, just for a millisecond and he turns around, turning his face away from you.

“...you’re an insufferable human,” He mumbles, taking your hand in his, and looking back at you. You smile.

“I’m your insufferable human,” You say cheekily, and he hesitates, before sighing heavily.

His eyes flare their bright crimson color and you blink at how urgent his tone of voice is. “The second you feel faint, or dizzy, or tired, just tell me and I swear I’ll stop. You have to tell me,” You bob your head up and down, grinning victoriously at his caving in.

He closes his eyes for a second, before sighing again.

“Are you gonna bite my neck? Like in those vampire novels?” You ask curiously, and he startles, looking at you with surprise before his brain clouds over with want. He wonders if you know how intimate those are considered to be…

I want to, I want to claim you there, I want everyone to know that you’re mine, I want them to know how inseparable we are, He thinks, before shaking his head, trying to clear his mind of those instinctual urges.

(He knows that it’s not entirely instinctual but he won’t admit it out loud)

“No. I’ll just take some from your wrist. That’ll be enough,” He murmurs, gently grabbing your arm and lifting it upward. He observes it, his mouth watering slightly at the thought of piercing through and finally, finally feeding on that sweet ichor. 

Remember to stop,  He reminds himself quietly.

You squeak in surprise when he presses small kisses to your wrist, and he relishes in the sound, opening his mouth and teasingly lapping at the delicate skin. He can hear the steady thrum of blood flowing through your veins and he pauses.

“Last chance to say no,” He says roughly, his voice dark with hunger. You only smile at him, baring your wrist further and he sighs. “Alright. Get ready,”

He hesitates for one more second before he opens his mouth widely, the light glinting off of his long and sharpened canines. You close your eyes, jumping as you feel his fangs sink into your flesh. 

There’s only a slight flash of quick agony before it’s swept under a wave of tingly numbness. You watch in fascination as he presses his mouth to the wound, crimson staining his lips and teeth.

A low groan vibrates in Diluc’s chest, closing his eyes, because goddamn it, you’re so sweet, so good, and you’re all for him. The taste is better than he could have ever imagined, and he swallows it down with greedy eagerness.

It’s finer than anything he’s ever had, sweetened with your genuine care for him and your intent to help him. It’s so filling, but somehow he simply can’t get enough of that purely addictive life flowing through your veins.

For a split-second, his desire takes over, igniting deep in his stomach and he wants--he wants so badly, to just drain you dry, to take it all, to drink until he’s gorged on your blood--

He tears himself away from your wrist, panting heavily and trying to blink away the craving to feast on your flesh. He swallows thickly, the sweet taste of blood coating his throat deliciously.

“...You…are you okay? He asks, looking up at you worriedly. You smile, patting his arm in reassurance.

“Yeah, I’m good, don’t worry,” You say, and he sighs, using his thumb to neatly swipe away the ruby droplets away from his mouth, absently lapping them up before grabbing a medical kit.

“No dizziness, nausea, shortness of breath? Anything?” You shake your head, and he nods, already wrapping a bandage tightly around the area he had bitten carefully. He licks his lips, tugging you onto the couch and tucking you into his side possessively.

You blink at the sudden act of affection, raising an eyebrow. He glances at you, somewhat bashfully.

“Ah. After I feed I tend to indulge my…more possessive vampiric traits,” He admits after a moment, his large hand placed protectively over your hip. He makes a face when you laugh, burying his head into your shoulder grumpily. 

“Are you full now? Do you need more?” You ask and he makes a soft huffing noise through his nose, that might have been a disbelieving laugh. He’s more than sated now.

“No. I think I’ll be fine…for a month and a half. Maybe two,” He makes a shrugging motion, lazily soaking in your warmth and affection. He can feel your hands slowly combing through his ruby-red hair and he sighs, relaxing at the soothing ministrations. “You definitely don't need to give me more of your blood for a while,”

“...did I taste good?”

“What? Why would you even ask that?”

“I don't know. I’m curious! It’s not like I regularly get to ask vampires what I taste like,”

“It’s a stupid question,”

“Answer it, please,”

“You’re insufferable,”

“So you’ve said. Come on, stop deflecting. Tell me!”

“You’re a pain. Not really. But still,”

“Hey! ‘Luc, get back over here, don't leave!”

#diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #Vampire diluc #genshin impact x reader #Fluff #genshin impact #genshin diluc

[woooyeahbaby]

aprilluc day 9: vampire

warnings: blood, blood drinking, established relationship, gender neutral reader, reader takes their shirt off (there are no sexual themes), if i’ve missed anything let me know

a/n: sooo another short one, sorry. i didn’t even remember i was supposed to do this until 8pm 😭 so i apologize if this feels rushed (cuz it kind of is…) the next day is cowboy, but idk if i’ll do it. i’ll surprise you with the next one i guess

admittedly, dating a vampire had it’s ups and downs.

nearly passing out from blood loss when allowing him to get his fix? not the best. but having been with you for a few years at this point, he knew just the right point to stop. not that it made it any easier, however you felt it was only fair to give something back in return for everything he has done for you.

now, it’d been a week or two since he last fed off of you. he’d always give you time to recover before his next meal from you. it helped him learn self control, but if he couldn’t help himself, he would have to go hunting. only small animals, such as rabbits or sometimes foxes.

it would be some time in the afternoon, giving your blood time to reach its regular flow rate. he’d always ‘initiate’ the same way.

“honey,” diluc says softly, his calloused yet gentle fingers brushing against your shoulder. “how are you feeling?”

“i’m okay. are you hungry?” you stand up from your seat at the dining table, turning your body to face him.

“yes, if you’re ready.” his hand remains in the same area on your shoulder, then slowly dragging his fingertips to the place on your neck with several scars from previous feedings. “here, or your wrist? whichever you’re feeling today.”

you ponder over it for a few seconds before deciding. “my neck is fine. here,” you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and tilting your head to the side.

it was a simple routine now. diluc almost chuckled at how that had come about. the first few times he fed off of you it felt so awkward and unusual, and it was almost a beautiful thing how the strange became normal for you two.

“tell me when you need me to stop if i go too far, love.” he reminds you as he always does, as if you’d forgotten.

with that final warning, diluc places one hand on your bicep and the other on the side of your head before slowly sinking his teeth into your neck. you grunt at the initial pain, but having done this so many times, you learned how to deal with it. once diluc hears you take your usual few breaths to calm yourself, he begins to siphon the garnet coloured liquid from your veins and into his mouth.

as per usual, you felt the odd few droplets drip and leak down your shoulder, onto your back and chest, some even down your arm. diluc hated how messy he made you when he did this. not only did he have the guilt of literally draining the life from you, but also getting your beautiful body dirty. he would always take the time to clean you up after, though. but it wasn’t as if you would get angry with him for it anyway, you knew he needed sustenance, which was why you offered it in the first place when you first found out he was a vampire.

once you began to feel dizzy, you weakly tapped diluc’s arm with a gentle call of his name. he stops immediately, carefully pulling his fangs away from your neck as to not tear your skin any further. he cleans the remaining blood with his tongue, reaching into his chest pocket for a handkerchief that he’d use to apply pressure onto your still bleeding wound. he would always fix you up afterward, usually allowing you to eat something while he worked on your injury so you wouldn’t pass out on him.

“are you alright? i apologize, i think i dragged that one out a bit too long.” it was hard to take diluc seriously when his mouth and chin were covered in blood. it made him look like a child with a messy eating problem.

“it’s okay. i’ll be alright. just need to sit down.” your words are slightly slurred, nearly sounding as if you were drunk.

diluc helps you sit back down onto the chair you’d previously been in, still firmly holding his handkerchief to your bleeding neck.

“thank you, my love. i truly do appreciate that you do this for me so often.” there is pure love in his eyes as he says this to you. that look never changed whenever he would thank you for nourishing him. it was always the exact same look of pure adoration in his fiery eyes.

#genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact #diluc x gender neutral reader #diluc fanfic #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc fluff #diluc x you #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x y/n #apriluc #aprilluc #vampire diluc

[eseninkit-blog]

pov to feed from ur werewolf boyfriend you need to shave his paw as if u preparing puppy for blood tests at vet clinic

#wrioluc #wriothesley werewolf #duke wriothesley #wriothesley art #wriothesley #vampire diluc #master diluc #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc art #genshin impact #genshin fanart #genshin #genshin impact fanart

[poisonf0rest]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐖𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞!𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜  𝐱  𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

 ❝ The sun has not risen for twenty-six years.

Daysdeath, the eternal eclipse, the curse upon mankind, the final punishment of the Gods, the will of The Great Ones— it matters not what you choose to call it. Its name will not change its nature. Its name will not spare us from the reality that is the world plunged into a never-ending night, a never-ending Hunt where the only mercy is death.

And even death does not come easy now. ❞

chapters: 𝐈 𝐈𝐈 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐈𝐕 𝐕 𝐕𝐈 𝐕𝐈𝐈 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐈𝐗 𝐗

tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Bloodborne, Blood Drinking, Angst, Mature, Character Death, Smut

original link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45844027/chapters/115376821

Diluc has been a Hunter since the days long before the sun's death, and yet in all his time he has never quite dealt with an enigma such as you. It is temptation, it is sin. And it is the only salvation he knows.

Bound by blood, tangled in fate, destined to damnation, you both must fight against hell itself to find the truth to the horrors plaguing Yharnam before the Palemoon descends, the Blood Moon rises, and your endings are sealed.

Fear the Old Blood. 

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin imagines #bloodborne #vampire #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc smut #eldrich horror #vampirism as a metaphor for love

[shunachii]

Vampire Diluc 🤭🤭🤭 It’s exam season for me but I couldn’t resist doing this prompt

#aprilluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #genshin fanart #genshin impact #原神 #vampire diluc #vampluc #shunachii art #it’s messy but it was fun

[k8katdoodles]

Just a little nibble :) Just a little bite :)

#Vampire chiluc! Vampire chiluc :)c #genshin impact #chiluc #vampire #genshin #fanart #genshin impact fanart #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc genshin impact #childe #childe tartagalia #childe tartaglia ajax #childe genshin impact #diluchi #childe x diluc #it's spooky season so it's only fair that i draw vampire aus #originally diluc was going to be the vampire but i changed it cus i didn't want to draw the back of childe's head #and also cus i like drawing diluc's hair #does the angle make sense? i hope it does