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greycaelum · 6 months

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Cursedtales Collections—La Luna Chapters: { Trick or Treat }

—Vampire Duke Gojo Satoru X Vampire Reader

❦︎ Précis:

"You got your cookie. Now I want mine." He drops a butterfly-soft kiss on the hollow of your collarbone before traveling down to your thighs.

❦︎ Genre: vampire, fantasy, royalty

❦︎ WC/CW/TW: (1.2k)/ blood, biting, blood-sucking, Grand Duke being an opportunistic hungry vampire, Grand Duke and his subtle love languages

❦︎ A/N: Don't ask me about Lycan Sukuna's Halloween, I might end up feeding him to the dogs instead—Grey,

"Trick or Treat?" You crouched down with the chamberkeepers who were busy doing jobs.

"M-My Lady, please, let me get you a chair. No need to crouch down. The soot might get onto you." One of the maids was alarmed seeing you crouch down with them and possibly hurting yourself in any way possible. Who knows if the Master is in a lousy mood and fired them because you got hurt in any way possible? The eldest maid sighed.

"I'm fine, anyway. What's a trick or treat?" You stopped her. Satoru's overprotectiveness of you seems to have rubbed into everyone in the Ducal Palace.

"Oh, it's a human tradition, where kids go around with a basket, asking people..." The younger maid explained to you, and everyone else seems to know such a thing except you, who was once a human.

So here you are, holding a basket, walking over to a particular room at the far end of the East Wing.

It's a strange concept for you. As far as memory goes, you have never left the snowy mountains, and the sight of other humans that wandered through the vast plains of snow is tragically zero until Satoru came. As for His Grace, the chamber keepers already told you he has never once shown interest in such festivities, even when he was a child, so it's unlikely for him even to know such human traditions.

That's quite something Satoru would do. You thought. You can imagine some kid approaching him exclaiming a trick or treat, only to be shot down by his icy glare. You covered your mouth as you chuckled. Indeed, that's something that will happen. However, you're curious about his reaction if it was you.

You knocked, a single and double tune which you have grown accustomed to, and almost everyone knows that tune of knock can only be from you.

You tried to knock a second time, but the door opened, and before you could speak, you were drawn into a tight embrace. A soft sigh lingered in your neck as an arm wrapped around your waist. Perhaps minutes passed or a few more until he spoke.

"Everyone seems to be busy and making a lot of noise. It's making my ears hurt." Satoru pulled you into his office and closed the door. His eyes surveyed you, and you couldn't miss the slight raise of his brow when his eyes landed on the basket in your hand.

"Trick or Treat!" You exclaimed before your mate could speak and pushed the basket towards him.

A poignant pause passed. You couldn't see his reaction because, for some reason, you don't know you closed your eyes.

"... Well, aren't you supposed to open your eyes?"

You looked up to Satoru, a bit embarrassed as you sheepishly laughed and brought the basket back, clutched to your chest. Gosh, you should've known better than to—

You felt the basket sink a little. Satoru retracted his hands and hummed.

"Why did you take the basket back?" He asks.

Inside the basket is a pack of cookies, oddly shaped like a kitten...

You looked up to him in surprise. His Grace shrugged and softly pushed your shoulders to direct you to the couch.

"What's with the surprised face, Kitten?" Satoru chuckles. "Afraid to eat the cookies?"

He's just teasing you. He sat across you, putting the pack of cookies on your palm while taking away the basket and setting it on the table. His hand took your feet, removing your shoes while softly massaging your ankles on his lap.

"So you actually know what a Trick or Treat is, Your Grace."

His Grace incredulously snorted at the remark. He raises a brow at you.

"Do I look that old not to know such childish pranks?"

"Well, you are old!" You giggled as you tried the cookies that tasted divine. Small chirps of delight fluttered from your lips as you made sure not to waste a crumb.

Unfortunately for you, you missed the dangerous glint from His Grace's eyes at the way you bite on that cookie and the way you are unconsciously making those heavenly sighs and munching.

"Oomph!"

The next thing you know is that you're pinned down on the couch. Your mate's breath lingered over your neck while his hand slowly bunched your skirt up to your waist, revealing your supple thighs to his glowing eyes.

"You got your cookie. Now I want mine." He drops a butterfly-soft kiss on the hollow of your collarbone before traveling down to your thighs.

"W-Wait! That's not a cookie!" How could you not ever learn? You gasp, feeling the way his bared fangs drag across your sensitive inner thighs, teasing you with the tingling sensation. Satoru removed his gloves so he could caress the back of your legs, kneading your full, velvety thighs as he nipped and sucked on them until you writhed underneath his touch.

Satoru chuckled and kissed the bite mark from last night that had yet to disappear.

"You are sweeter than any candy..."

"Ngh!"

His sharp fangs sink into your inner thighs. It was mind-numbing how his tongue lapped up any trickle of blood that tried to escape from him. He moaned at how sweet and full your blood tasted on his palate, filling in his greedy thirst as he kept sucking and lapping up in your thighs. The gasps and moans you added were more than enough to entice him even more in teasing you with his soft kisses between his licks.

Through your half-lidded eyes, you could see the grin on His Grace's lips as he licked the last of your blood. His bite mark closed up, leaving but two faint marks of his fangs to remind you how he just enjoyed his treat.

His Grace wipes the droplet of your blood from the corner of his lips and sucks on it one last time before pulling up his clothes, exposing to you his glorious body, rigid muscles, and enticing veins tracing his body hardened by battle scars like art. His thumb softly brushed through your cheeks as you panted sweetly underneath him. He can't help but chuckle and kiss the tip of your nose in silent adoration. His arms flex as he cajoles your tired body to sit on top of his lap.

"C'mere, Kitten, I'll feed you something sweeter."

Needless to say, His Grace has a different kind of Trick or Treat tradition engraved in his mind. Consequently, the chamber keepers got a generous raise after that Halloween season...

—GreyCaelum,

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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diorsbrando · 1 year

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what is the lovely sosa got in the works for us 😁

MULAANNNN HEY BABE!

please i have never seen your face before but i can vividly imagine you making this expression 😭😭😭 i need to update that link on my navi that says sosa’s filez bc i don’t have the drive to write most of that stuff anymore bc it’s from a more than a year ago 😵‍💫but i can tell u some of things im working on / planning out and im sooooo excited to publish . hopefully no one steals my mf ideas or ima be mad asf

since you’re a fellow jojo’s mutual i have quite a few jjba works , so therefore i will be adding jjba to my main masterlist and making a new taglist in the VERY near future 🤭 spoilers ahead of you haven’t read / watched jjba !!!!! some of the ones i’m most excited about include:

cult leader!chrollo lucilfer, where he uses his intellect, soft and gentle voice, charisma, and inherently manipulative nature to get you to join his 'cult' and use you for its own advancement and benefit

ghost!dio, where he still finds a way to cling onto life and haunts one of the women that used to follow him— you. and on the surface it seems like he’s just a malevolent phantom ( you get the reference ) that torments the reader for seemingly no reason other than him being so so selfish, but it’s revealed that there’s a deeper reason for why he remains in the world of the living . definitely adding some smut here *shudders*

ghost!bruno, gonna be an au where he has a wife who is still riddled with grief when he passes , and we’re so depressed that we start hallucinating visions of him and hearing his voice everywhere. basically a sweet but tragic story about how love extends beyond the physical world and prob gonna throw in some ghost sex here too LOL

vampire!ichigo, where seemingly innocent halloween 'fun' with college students goes horribly wrong. this was supposed to be published in october last year......... i only wrote like a third of it.

a collab piece with @blkshoyo ft mafia!aizawa. admittedly haven’t touched that google doc in at least 3 months but it will get published rest assured

another fic about dio but kinda a soulmate au??? based off that myth that wherever you have birthmarks on your body is where your soulmate has kissed u in a past lifetime, and u don't believe it until one by one, the ever suave and evil dio places kisses in those exact same spots and you start to believe the myth is true.

college au! + academic rivals with gojo, where you and him have had an unspoken competition trying to outdo the other

a fic about soft!aizen sousuke and him discovering what his heart truly desires.

dilf!sasuke uchiha, a fic where there's going to be a dash of infidelity (sorry sakura 🫤) and neither you or him can tear your eyes away from each other.

there's wayyyy more wips but i didn't want to overload you or other people by putting more LOL. and as for multichapter fics / upcoming series some things i have in the works include:

spellbound, ft duke!uryu ishida. bridgerton au / royal au ( yes, i'm trademarking the term bridgerton au because i have literally never seen anyone do that before so 😜 ) i already started on chapter 1, it's just that world building and continuity stuff takes a lot of work

candy, ft yandere!satoru gojou. prologue and first chapter already posted, and i need to plan out the rest of the plot and finish chp 2

love, the most twisted curse of all, ft. suguru getou. this is a multichap fic that's based on sza's latest album 'sos'

i wanted to a soulmate au with sasuke but idk if i'm gonna do it anymore because no one seems very interested in that LOL

#sosa’s filez 💭#okay i feel like this was a lot #DAMMIT #i can dm u some more ideas that i have in my notes if u want #but um yea ! i really really want to write more and get immersed in my ideas :(#—sosa’s thoughts💭#🍫—asks!#moots :)#hoetachi

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greycaelum · 10 months

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What about vampire gojo and reader, when some aristocrats critized her for her weird/unique looks? And tell her he’s only with her cuz shes too pretty and she doesn’t deserve it.

Cursedtales Collections—La Luna Chapters: {Thoughts}

—Vampire Duke Gojo Satoru X Vampire Reader

❦︎ Précis:

"Please do not pout, your sulking is not good for my health." Your brow furrowed and your heart heavy from the indescribable feeling his upset face brings. Satoru frowns and pulls your waist to stand before him. Your back collided against his chest and in no split second, a pair of tempting fangs nibbled on your neck in an attempt of piercing your fragile skin where his mate mark is inked in your skin. His blue rose... His hand rested on your hips, running his hand in the curve of your waist. A shuddering sensation crawled by your spine at the boiling heat of anticipation in your belly. He doesn't bite but the friction of his sharp canines against your neck brings out the tingles in your spine.

❦︎ Genre: vampire, fantasy, royalty

❦︎ WC/CW/TW: (2.6k)/ bullying, racial profiling, light-heavy petting, obsessive bordering subtle yandere thoughts, feeding on blood, cuddling, use of power and authority over subordinates/ angst to comfort/ vampire Satoru is his own warning

❦︎ A/N: loved writing this ask, more thoughts about vampire au? I hope you liked this one too~

There are thoughts that you do not need to hear.

Like how no one fails to notice your appearance. Wherever you go, you receive long gazes that hold different thoughts.

Before Satoru turned you into a vampire, your lady-in-waiting had often mentioned how peculiar you look even as a human. Was it for your shining hair, your gleaming eyes that seems like the river of stars, or perhaps your skin that seem to sparkle in the moonlight? They often told you your features are closer to the nymphs residing in Soladrina—the floating plains of the gods and goddesses—than that of a human.

Satoru has never mentioned these and you never gave them attention. Surely, he never failed to tell you how beautiful you are but never did he make you feel that you are different from what you are supposed to be.

But your mate's normalcy to these so-called 'differences' doesn't apply to the eyes of society.

The Grand Duke has long foregone his social duties. Ever since the late Grand Duchess, it is known that the grand duchy has dropped all social appearances. With his father sick and bedridden; His Grace is often away for hunting or war there was no one to deal with such frivolous outings. And even if he was present, he has no interest. He's far more suited to the gore of war and the silence of his study than drinking tea and eating scones in the garden.

Then, there's you.

His butler mentioned starting to build relations with the other families. At first, you dropped the idea, with no title in your name it is unheard of to attend the banquets of the aristocrats. Moreso for a human turned vampire. The vast difference in status and race was quite a dilemma for you to suddenly step into the high society without looking as if you are using the Grand Duke's paramount reputation and influence.

But after Satoru brought you in the celebration of the winter solstice, conspicuously displaying his claim and palpable affection in public eyes, everyone just knew the wheels are turning. The very next day a mass of correspondence and invitations are pouring in.

Not for His Grace.

But for you.

It was no secret how the Grand Duke is devoted to the bone with his mate. It was just a matter of passing the mourning period of his father that he will name you his Grand Duchess. From his gestures, there is no question which fell hard between the two of you. All aristocrats are intrigued about what kind of lady captivated the cold-blooded warlord, for him to be so besotted to the bone.

"Your Grace." You sighed at his pout, this petulant attitude has been going on for two days now. And from the looks of it, it will continue even more if you don't promise him something he likes. "I promised tomorrow, we'll go picnic with no more interruption."

The sight of your mate sulking isn't something to be underestimated.

"Please do not pout, your sulking is not good for my health." Your brow furrowed and your heart heavy from the indescribable feeling his upset face brings.

Satoru frowns and pulls your waist to stand before him. Your back collided against his chest and in no split second, a pair of tempting fangs nibbled on your neck in an attempt of piercing your fragile skin where his mate mark is inked in your skin. His blue rose...

His hand rested on your hips, running his hand in the curve of your waist. A shuddering sensation crawled by your spine at the boiling heat of anticipation in your belly. He doesn't bite but the friction of his sharp canines against your neck brings out the tingles in your spine.

"Get back here before twilight because you are not leaving my sight the day after tomorrow until you get tired of my face," Satoru growled in defeat. He was cursing the mailman who delivered the letter despite the rain. Running a hand over his hair in annoyance. You're his mate but it seems he's the one who least spends time with you. Where's the justice in that? Satoru muttered profanities in frustration.

"Is that a punishment, Your Grace?" You giggled, tapping the nose of your mate as he preys on your every move. "Because it sounds like a reward to me."

Satoru merely snorted and ever slowly let you withdraw from his arms to get ready. His eyes were glued to your figure as you put on your corset, pulling on the strings that confined the soft curves of your waist to the slenderness of your hips but the strings kept loosening.

A hand sneaks up to rub circles on your shoulder blade and the strings of the corset tug you making you stumble backward until you hit the familiar hard chest of your mate.

"I should just pull this, right?" Hot breath fanned your nape.

You faintly nodded. Despite how many times this moment repeats itself, it never fails to have you hold your breath feeling the strings tighten, forcing you to breathe out a sweet gasp and straighten up as Satoru hummed, knotting the strings into a bow and staring at the enticing curve of your pretty spine.

"Good girl." Satoru purred, his hand found your tights, caressing them as the two of you stare at the mirror, your unbearable flushed cheeks and legs clenched together whilst his devilish smirk as he nibbled your earlobe. "You're so sweet and soft to me Kitten," Satoru whispered as he toyingly bit the shell of your ears whilst keeping an arm around your waist to keep you from falling because of your knees wobbling from his caress.

"Milady? Can I come in?" A chamber keeper knocked hesitantly, trancing you out of a stupor.

If your mate's touch wasn't enough to drive you crazy, the embarrassment of the person outside hearing you and Satoru is sure enough to level you into a combusting mess.

"Are you alright Lady Y/n? For cold weather, your face is too flushed."

Lady Akari, one of the daughters of the nobles living within Albastru asked you. She's a quaint young lady who often keeps to herself unless spoken to. It just so happens she's standing close to you this time.

"Yes, I am alright. The layers of clothing are just a bit stuffy even for the cold weather." An amicable smile from you settled her and offered another cup of the chilled tea which you happily accepted and she talked to you about the new venture of her father that may interest you.

"If it isn't Lady Y/n. Are you alright Milady? You look pale, paler than a vampire usually is." A bratty voice came close from your back and a teenage girl with extravagant layers of expensive fur to keep her from the cold smiled at you but her foxy eyes spell trouble.

"Lady Minami... you look—" you paused and looked at her up and down before continuing. "—rather stuffy."

The lady frowned at your remark.

"Of course, Lady Y/n is paler. After all, she is still a newborn. For a banal human to adapt this fast in our nature, it must only be because of His Grace's venom." A cold voice emerged behind Minami. Lady Risa of the Kamo Clan looked at you with narrowed eyes. Her distaste for you was openly displayed. "Such an impure blood." The venom was dripping in the tone.

"That is not true! Lady Y/n has the most beautiful eyes than any of you." Lady Akari rushed to defend you but it only gathered much more attention in your corner thus you held her back and turned to the two girls picking on you.

It's not unusual for pure-blooded vampires to openly regard their distaste for turned ones like you. Vampires can be quite the purist when it comes to bloodlines. Seeing humans as nothing more than blood banks. Truly... It's a good thing Satoru isn't here or else you'll never hear the end of this.

Setting down your cup of tea you straightened your posture, looked at the two ladies, and tilted your head to the side with an unamused smile.

"What unrefined mouths you have. Is that how educated noble ladies behave? I would like to see the face of your tutors and show them their incompetence in teaching etiquette for raising brats like you who lack the class and decorum in a social gathering. Uncultured girls."

The surrounding spectators chuckled and the host immediately came to your corner asking about the problem.

"You dare run your mouth because you're His Grace's mate. You're just a figurehead no matter how you act like a noble lady." Lady Minami seethed.

"It doesn't change I am the Lady of the Grand Duke you have been wanting over the years. I am the mate of the Grand Duke. If you have enough dignity and intelligence you will know how to behave around me. Future Countess."

Lady Risa glared at you with whole passion and turned her heel away.

"My Lady..." The host of the banquet looked troubled by the conflict and looked at you for leniency.

You nod and let the matter go. This is just but a scratch of how high society works. It is such a tiring thing to deal with calculations and machinations against each other. No wonder Satoru dislikes it to the core. You sat on the bench under the shade of a magnolia tree away from the party.

"Lady Risa was right. Doesn't Lady Y/n look too different from humans? I once visited the Eastern Continent and I've never seen a human that looks anything like her."

The girls gossiped behind your back, not knowing that you were listening behind the tree.

"His Grace, The Grand Duke must be blinded that's why he's so infatuated to her. Come to think of it, why would the Grand Duke even like a human? He's from the lineage of the Imperial Family with the purest royal blood. It must only be because of that bewitching face that he has fallen for her."

"Have you noticed? She came out of nowhere and the Grand Duke was totally in love with her. She must come from the race of witches and enchanted him."

A chuckle came from your side. Lady Mei-Mei swirled her red wine and looked at you.

"Gossiping won't bring gold in their pockets. Don't you think so Lady Y/n? Don't frown, unlike them, you're a rich woman. Money makes people sing and dance."

Your frown was relieved and replaced by a chuckle at her open greed for money.

If there is one thing about Lady Mei-Mei is that she's too attached to wealth. But that also makes her easier to hang out with. She is honest and efficient. The kind that will bring gold and information with every deal you make with her.

Satoru stared outside his window as your carriage entered the gates.

"Should I have the dinner served at the garden, Master?" Yuta noticed his Uncle's sudden interest in the window and surmised that you were back. His Uncle has no other interest aside from you so it has become easy for Yuta to know when you are around.

Satoru looked at the sky and saw the grey clouds brewing in. Promising a harsh thunderstorm for tonight.

"Yuta." Satoru's eyes narrowed at the garden where different flowers are clashing on the blue roses flowers he specifically planted for his mate. Weeds. Satoru clicked his tongue.

"Yes, Master?" Yuta stiffened at the cold tone he was so familiar with.

"Some unsightly thorns are trying to prick what's mine..." Seems like there will be tongues that need discipline. Subordinates that dare to bite the hand of their master that feed them bring nothing but an omen. Seems like the garden needs some weeding.

The door to the study opened and your figure immediately diminished Satoru's dark thoughts. Yuta excused himself to prepare the dinner and left the two of you alone.

"Did you have fun?" Satoru started the fire in the hearth and sat on the couch, patting his lap for you to join him. Your sweet weight fitted perfectly on his lap as he bring the quilt up your belly ensuring you are snug and safe from the cold bite of the storm.

The drizzle of the rain started hitting the glass window but Satoru kept you cozy and warm near the fire, curled inside his arms. His lips rested on your head while your nose nuzzled against his chin. Preciously cradled away from problems and harm. Satoru brushed the stray hair on your forehead. No one would ever understand how much your existence means to his life. But that's alright, all he could ever truly care for is you and only you.

He could forget everything and just have you like this, satisfied and snuggled in his protective embrace. Everything fades in comparison in every moment he sees your smile.

"Lady Mei-Mei told me about a new business venture..." Your cheery voice dissipated the exhaustion in his mind. You talked and talked even while dinner is served in the room and everyone left for your privacy. Satoru kept you on his lap and took it upon himself to feed you while you told him about today's happenings.

"Mnnn, anything else you need to tell me, Kitten?" Satoru lazily drawled, watching you lick off the faint drops of blood after feeding a bit from his wrist. You're really like a kitten. He smirked darkly and waited for you to tell him what he's been waiting for.

Your pretty eyes blinked in confusion and shook your head like an innocent lamb.

"Really?" So you're not gonna tell him? Too bad he saw everything with his eyes even if you do not tell him.

"Oh! I remembered." A pout formed on your lips. "We can't have a picnic tomorrow, the ground is wet from the rain. What should we do?"

"..." That's not what he wants to hear.

Satoru hummed and tucked you in his arms before standing up and walking to the connecting door leading to his bedroom chambers. Laying you on his bed and tucked you under the covers as he dropped a lingering kiss over your lips before closing the curtains to keep the lightning from startling you in your sleep.

"I will finish something and join you soon. Sleep for now. I'll think of something we can do tomorrow."

"Do you have to?" You brought the blanket higher to your nose until only your eyes are visible. "Can't we sleep already?"

If this is the usual matter Satoru would have foregone it and joined you in the bed, holding you in his arms as he stroke your head to sleep. but this is different. He smiled apologetically and kissed your forehead one last time before walking back to his study where Yuta was waiting, a stack of paper in the young man's hands.

"Master I have the list of ladies who offended the Lady during the tea party earlier." Yuta felt a little sorry for the date of these ladies. But his Master does not hold debts mercifully.

The lighting struck and the feral glint in Satoru's eyes glowed.

The weeds in the garden will have to suffer the torrential rain.

The quarterly gathering is a week away. Seems like their fathers will know what repercussions entail when they fail to discipline their daughters' mouths. Satoru never does light punishments.

Only with pain, they will learn their lesson.

It's okay if you won't tell him how those women talked about you. But it doesn't mean he will let it go. No. He's not a gentleman nor is he a paragon. He is your mate and if anyone dares to prick or even hurt a strand of your hair means offence against him as well.

Offence against him is the same as surrendering their head to the silver platter.

And you don't need to know about it. After all...

There are thoughts that you do not need to hear.

—GreyCaelum,

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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greycaelum · 5 months

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I loved the interview with Mr. and Mrs. Gojo, my precious babies, and this time I would like to start again but in a parallel universe with the Grand Duke and the future Grand Duchess. Please note that as an aspiring journalist, I have a lot of questions. I grab my notebook and pen, let's go!

Forgive me in advance during this interview, I may lack tact and go straight to the point.

Firstly, how are Your Graces doing? Forgive me for my peasant vocabulary, as I am not part of the nobility (and furthermore, I do not speak English properly, the difficulties are piling up), but I will do my best!

The common people would like to learn more about the two of you. You make such a lovely couple (yes, I am flattering you because I love both of you). How did you fall in love? Was it love at first sight? Both of you at the same time?

By the way, if you had to define your love, what would it be? Here are some examples, but there are many others: True love, Love at first sight, Girls Fall first and boys fall hard, Soulmates, Right person right time, Sun and moon, First love, Pure love, Enemies to lovers, Friends to lovers, etc.

When will Madame officially become the Grand Duchess? Your Grace, can't you surpass the codes? And if not, why?

Furthermore, how did your relationship become official in high society despite not being engaged?

Please, enlighten us. Your Grace holds the highest title after the royal family, and I understood that you have as much influence as the Emperor himself. So how should people address you? Maybe I am not very clear, but basically, how should they call you in public and in private? And for you, Madame? Since you are not yet married, you do not have a title, if I am not mistaken? Or do you still have a temporary title before becoming the Grand Duchess? (us peasants want to know…)

By the way, did it pose any problems not being born "noble" and "vampire"? High society people can be so uptight! Love is not up for discussion, regardless of origin, skin color, race, or social status! Madame, did you have any troubles? Tell me their names, and I'll write a scandalous article about these brutes!

Madame was a human before your encounter, but how did you become a vampire? Does a bite suffice? Can anyone become a vampire? And can all vampires transform humans, or only pure-blooded ones like Monsieur?

Before your encounter with Madame, did you drink human blood, or did you manage to live all those years without drinking blood thanks to your family genes?

Are there other pure-blooded families among the vampires?

If I understood correctly, the world you live in is a mix of several races, which is beautiful in terms of coexistence, but in your kingdom, are there only vampires or also humans? Is the Emperor a vampire or a human?

Is there a hierarchy among vampires? Which one?

Why are there hunters on your territory? (it's suicidal or someting) Do vampires have to live hidden?

Madame, a personal question for you, have you never wondered about your origins? You are divinely beautiful and unique, even in a vampire society small laugh Is it something that intrigues you? Also, you don't ask yourself any questions about your family? And you, Monsieur, do you not have any questions? (Regardless, you are very well-suited!)

You're not married, but have you already consummated the non-marriage? Was it your first time? Madam, you seem so pure! And Sir, you seem so...so...just. I know it, we know it, you know it, they know it, you are attractive people. (I am risking my life for my article) We want answers.

Now, a little genetic question, the Gojo family is a pure-blooded family, and by marrying Madame, there will potentially be an heir with hybrid blood. Could this imply new things for the Gojo family? Does the power in vampires reside in their blood?

I know Mr. Gojo will not be happy with what I am about to say, but… I can't wait for you to get married, have children, and especially a daughter… diabolical laughter Yes, you understood! A love story with the dark-eyed crown prince and the little blue-eyed Gojo princess EHEHEHEHEHE!

One last question, this one concerns Madame. It has been noticed that among vampires, you are… weaker than the norm? For example, you have smaller fangs than other vampires (that's too cute). My question is: is it because you were human before? Or is it something unique and inexplicable? I'm sorry for these questions that may seem silly to you, but I'm not really well-informed about vampires. As you may have noticed, I'm just… a little fairy (just a Winx for today ahah).

I leave here alive and with plenty of information, thank you for everything! Invite me to the wedding, and I will write a great article! It will sell like hotcakes. Take care.

Cursedtales Collections—La Luna Chapters: { Scribble }

—Vampire Duke Gojo Satoru X Vampire Reader

❦︎ Précis:

You chuckled remembering how you made him agree. Some spilled wine on the carpet, soft gasps, and ripped his tunic while the rough wall pressed ever so flatly on your back with his hand pinning your wrist as his fangs buried themselves in the sweet concave of your enticing neck. "I can hear what you're thinking, Kitten," Satoru growled ever so lowly warning you with the mind link flashing the debauchery you trapped him with just to make him agree.

❦︎ Genre: vampire, fantasy, royalty

❦︎ WC/CW/TW: (4.2k)/ Grand Duke and his subtle love languages, an overview of vampire tradition and culture, suggestive hints at the end

❦︎ A/N: Thank you for the 3k guys, I'm so happy to have you all in this small corner 😭, with my tightest hugs and head pats, bear with me til I finally get that holiday vacation and we'll celebrate~ ✒️☕ a huge hug to the person who sent this, it was fun exploring LaLuna's culture and tradition because of your ask~

Yuta informed you a day ago that a columnist from the imperial court is coming. Along with it is an envelope sealed with the Emperor's stamp.

Reading through the parchment, you sighed and found yourself in a position.

"His Imperial Highness must have a lot of time on his hands to start gossiping about his nephew..." You reread the parchment to confirm you're not misinterpreting things.

Dear Future Niece-in-Law,

I am writing to inform you that I let the high society know of my approval of your presence in my rascal nephew's life. Hence, I will send a columnist to Albastru to write a column for you in my imperial gazette for the next week. Drag my nephew and strap him on the chair if you have to.

It was stamped not just with any official seal but the Emperor's imperial seal.

Did his daughter steal the imperial seal and send this prank?

Unfortunately, Yuta informed you the Emperor himself directly sent the messenger, and the supposed meeting will be in a day or two. That leaves you almost slim to no chance of convincing Satoru in this little charade the Emperor has put on your shoulders.

"I didn't expect you'd agree so easily, Your Grace. What gives?" You cleared your throat as Satoru walked beside you with your hands entwined in his. He insisted that the two of you wear the same blue and white coordinated dress. If you're a little more shameless today, you would poke fun at him that he's more excited than you are. Yet you refrained from doing so... He might change his mind and not do the interview.

Satoru's face remained stoic as he looked ahead to the drawing room.

Bashful...

You chuckled remembering how you made him agree.

Some spilled wine on the carpet, soft gasps, and ripped his tunic while the rough wall pressed ever so flatly on your back with his hand pinning your wrist as his fangs buried themselves in the sweet concave of your enticing neck.

"I can hear what you're thinking, Kitten," Satoru growled ever so lowly warning you with the mind link flashing the debauchery you trapped him with just to make him agree.

"What? I'm not doing anything, Your Grace." You couldn't hold back the chuckle as his jaw twitched, clearly holding back.

"Behave before I drag you into that vacant room and forego this audience you've worked hard to secure from me." Your eyes wandered to the nearest room where his eyes landed and raised a brow at you. Perhaps that is indeed enough teasing for now...

He opened the door for you, and inside, the columnist was waiting with a bright smile. You exchanged some pleasantries. Of course, Satoru only answered with a few grunts and nods. Yuta came in with a tray of snacks and tea.

You both sat across the columnist and started the meeting.

"Forgive me in advance during this interview, I may lack tact and go straight to the point."

Firstly, how are Your Graces doing? Forgive me for my peasant vocabulary, as I am not part of the nobility but I will do my best!

"We're doing fine, thank you for coming. I know how far the Imperial Capital is to Albastru." You smiled. "I hope you didn't have a hard time during your travel."

"You want chamomile tea?" Satoru ignored the journalist and carefully set your ornate oriental cup of tea and a plate of your favorite sweets in front of you.

You looked at him for a few seconds before sighing, reminding him of the guest, but the Grand Duke simply shrugged and motioned for the columnist to continue. He almost growled as you fixed a plate of sweets for the columnist but since you knew him well already it doesn't take much thought to fix him a plateful of candied orange to appease his territorial stance.

No one wants a grumpy Grand Duke, more so a jealous one. It seems like the journalist already knew of your mate's territorial behavior and easily waved it off professionally and started the interview.

The common people would like to learn more about the two of you. You make such a lovely couple. How did you fall in love? Was it love at first sight? Both of you at the same time?

It was such a straightforward question you had to blink for a few seconds to register the notion.

His Grace, however, simply crossed his legs and sipped on his cup of tea. The frown earlier disappeared, replaced by a lopsided smirk, showing off his pointy canines.

"I recognized who she is to me the second I saw her..." Satoru vaguely answered.

Of course... Vampires and their innate ability to recognize their mates... Unlike you who was still a mortal at that time, clueless and in shambles after your near-death experience.

"I think... it's a gradual process. For me, it was never love at first sight." You shake your head. "We went on a slow but steady process, His Grace has been very gentle and attentive in educating me about the difference between humans and vampires, somehow along the way I just knew we wanted each other in our lives." You beamed.

"My only one." Satoru curtly answered. He added a few more Turkish delights to your plate.

"We are already mates... so our souls are tied together." You thought to yourself finding the right word. "I guess, he's my fate that I never thought I would find."

His Grace looked at you, and despite his stoic face, the monocle shielding his eyes wasn't compelling enough to hide how his cerulean eyes turned fifty shades of dark blue from your words. Satoru silently turned his attention back to his tea, but his shoulders were visibly much more relaxed than earlier and you could see the corner of his lips turn up.

When will Madame officially become the Grand Duchess? Your Grace, can't you surpass the codes? And if not, why?

"Soon enough." His Grace answered this time. "Even the Emperor does not have the power to force the rule of succession after the death of a family member as the succession is not a matter of royal title or power but a rite of passage. Every noble family has a sacred tree where a rvet *(1/8 gram) of ash from every family member is stored inside from the time he is born. The sacred tree knows when a family member dies and will not accept any ashes within the three-year mourning period thus, no rite of passage into the family shall occur during that three years."

Furthermore, how did your relationship become official in high society despite not being engaged?

With this question, His Grace smirked, flashing his dangerous sharp fangs, and loosened the cuffs of his sleeves, revealing a vivid mate mark of a black butterfly looming over a red lotus.

"Who else can dare mark me?"

Who would? Heads would roll down to the ground before anyone could sink their fangs into his body. Unless it's someone he permits to do so... And that someone could only be you.

"His Grace and I are already with our mate marks... Weddings aren't necessarily required in vampire culture although they may seem right to be celebrated ostentatiously, however it's not mandatory. But as long as we both have marked each other that is already enough to profess to whom we belong." You smiled and peeled your sleeve on your shoulder to reveal three blue roses adorning your shoulderblade... The blue roses symbolize how unattainable the Grand Duke is, but he found his place in you. The blue rose has finally found his garden to bloom in.

"I would give you the grandest wedding this empire has ever seen." The Grand Duke frowned. His fingers found your smallest finger and toyed with it. Soon his family heirloom will adorn your fourth finger. What makes you think he will spare any fortune to lavish you with everything you deserve? "Although the wait may take a little longer, I assure you our wedding won't lack anything." He stared into your eyes with certainty.

You squeezed his hand, reminding him that you were in the journalist's presence and it wasn't the time for such bold words... But knowing the Grand Duke, he remained unfazed and kept playing with your finger... Kissing them to assure you.

Sapphires... Sapphires would look breathtaking on you. He thought at the back of his mind, making sure you wouldn't hear his aspirations for you through the mind link.

"Oh! I was also confused when I first arrived here." You huffed. "But to adequately address him in public, especially in the Imperial Court, is His Imperial Highness, Grand Duke Satoru Gojo of Albastru. In private matters, you may call him Your Highness or His Grace, Grand Duke Satoru. His Grace is not specific with titles, so don't worry about angering him if you mistake his title." You smiled.

"I am specific with titles..." The Grand Duke frowned. "I am making an exception only for you." He made sure to punctuate those words.

You shake your head and chuckle.

"To help you understand his title, His Grace descended from the House of Gojo, which is his Father's family. The Gojo lineage holds the highest military position in the Empire passed down to the generation, thus the title of the Grand Duke, and their territory is the Grand Duchy of Albastru. His Grace is titled 'His Imperial Highness' instead of 'His Royal Highness' with the reason that he pretends the rite of succession for the imperial throne because of his Mother's family which is the reigning imperial family of Parsua Amara. Simply put, aside from his official title as the grand duke, he is also a prince second to the throne after his cousin the Crown Princess because His Grace's late Mother was the Imperial Princess of the empire and the late sister of the Emperor. I hope I made it easier to understand."

His Grace chuckled and ever so gently patted your hair. His eyes gazed at you as you enthusiastically discussed the matter.

"I see you listened to your Social Studies tutor quite well." His Grace smirked. "As for My Mate, she's currently Lady Y/n, Viscountess of Louiebell. Since she is not my Grand Duchess yet, it is only right for her to receive a customary title until her rite of passage into my family's sacred tree comes." He held a proud smile for her as he spoke to the journalist about her achievements. "You should visit Louiebell one of these days. It has grown quite well over the months, and they have the best fabrics and gardens in the whole Albastru." Satoru boasted to the journalist with full praise for your work.

"Please don't." You chuckled. "It is not much of a trouble than I thought. Although I am a turned vampire, the high society holds the significance of who turned who into a vampire. I am considered a part of His Grace since he is the one who made me a vampire, and any disrespect directed to a turned one is considered disrespect to the one who turned him or her."

You thought for a moment.

"The biggest trouble I perhaps had was a tea party where everyone refused to speak until I left... Aside from that, no one has seriously caused me any harm besides the usual jabs. Rest assured, I am now happy with the friends I found in Albastru."

His Grace held your hand and didn't speak any further, but judging from the darkness swirling in his cold eyes as you relive those days, you better change the topic before his patience wore thin and dug into his grudges.

Madame was a human before your encounter, but how did you become a vampire? Does a bite suffice? Can anyone become a vampire? And can all vampires transform humans or only pure-blooded ones like Monsieur?

"You can become a vampire if you willingly submit to be one. No, a bite cannot suffice. Aside from biting, the vampire needs to feed his or her blood into the person he or she is turning until the person wakes up from quiescence. Not everyone can become a vampire. And not all vampires can turn humans into one... And you are almost but not quite correct about the pure-blooded ones." You nodded... Satoru can explain it better than you.

"There are three factors to turn someone into a vampire. If any of these three weren't met, the process would fail and might kill the human instead. First, the human must be willing, and the willingness is not borne out of fear or coercion but a deep-seated desire on the human's part. Second, the human must have experienced a close-to-death experience... This is entirely subjective and a dangerous condition to meet since only fate can tell... Third and last, the vampire must have a strong will to fight the urge of bloodlust. Ordinary vampires do not have sufficient immunity against bloodlust and might end up sucking the human dry of their blood. This is "a general but not all" scenario. Pure-blooded vampires have more resilience but are also not entirely immune to bloodlust. Thus, turning a human into a vampire is an uncertain process. You must have the willingness of a human, the approval of fate, and the resilience of a vampire against our primal instinct. Life and death is not guaranteed."

Before your encounter with Madame, did you drink human blood, or did you manage to live all those years without drinking blood thanks to your family genes?

"I drink human blood. No vampire has not drunk human blood, trust me." His Grace shook his head. "I stopped drinking human blood in my adolescence. For me, the second best taste of blood is from the moose."

"You do like hunting those when we hunt." You chuckled at his appetite for the said animal. "The longest he hasn't taken in blood was probably three months. His Grace ate human food with me when I was still human. Though it may not be the same as drinking blood, he seems to like the rare steak until now. The longest I can go without blood is two weeks. For him, it could stretch for three months. He's more resistant to bloodlust because he's a pure-blood, but when he drinks... he drinks so plenty."

Satoru chuckled at the remark.

"You do the same too, My Lady. Don't blame me that your blood is simply too sweet to resist." He smirked knowingly.

Are there other pure-blooded families among the vampires?

"Of course, there are many other pure-blooded families... But the major ones seated in the Imperial Courts are the House of Gojo, the House of Zen'in, and the House of Kamo. These three are the leading houses in terms of military and economics."

If I understood correctly, the world you live in is a mix of several races, which is beautiful in terms of coexistence, but in your kingdom, are there only vampires or humans? Is the Emperor a vampire or a human?

You smiled. You have to thank Satoru for teaching you history.

"There are seven races, represented by seven high towers with their respective thrones. There are the Deities; they reside in Soladrina, it's an island that cannot be seen unless you're invited. The Witches; are considered daughters of the gods and goddesses. Next is the Lycan, which occupies the South of the Continent which is the Kingdom of Finis Lua. Then the Vampires residing in the North which is the Empire of Parsua Amara. We have the Elves, they're elusive and hard to find. Then there are the Monsters, they are everywhere with no definite habitat. And finally the Humans, you can find them in the Eastern Continent. But of course, there are other races also living in Parsua Amara."

"My Uncle is a vampire. Though I doubt his senile fangs still work." His Grace smirked earning him a kick under the table and a glare from his beloved.

Is there a hierarchy among vampires? Which one?

"We have an Imperial Hierarchy."

Why are there hunters on your territory? (it's suicidal or something) Do vampires have to live hidden?

"The hunters... are rogues of the Lycan race who cross the de facto border. Based on the treaty seven years ago after the great war, vampires and lycans are not allowed to cross the borders. Though there are sometimes mishaps, those crossing the borders are immediately sentenced to death without mercy or deportation." Satoru supported his face with his hand. "Albastru lies between Parsua Amara and Finis Lua, thus, it is my job to guard the borders from any invasion against the enemies."

"Unfortunately I don't have memory of my past. All I remember is living in the snowy mountains until His Grace found me after I was attacked by wolves and was left to die. I don't know what happened before that and I am not compelled to find out about it. I am very much happy and satisfied with my life right now. Although I don't have much memory of the past, I would rather focus on the present I have and the future I will make. This is that fate I choose for myself and I wouldn't have it the other way. Whatever is bound to unfold will unfold by itself." You smiled with firmness etched on your gaze and words.

Your cheeks burst with blush and despite your self-control, you held on to your mate's bicep for strength. Isn't this too revealing for a column that anyone in the empire can read?!

Satoru on the other hand seemed unfazed and merely raised a brow at the question. His arm snaked at the back of your waist and pat your hips in assurance.

"She's my mate... We own each other. I think that's clear enough to answer your question." He smirked. The sharp fang was enough to halt further delving questions on the topic.

"Marriage is not a necessary custom in the vampires... Instead, they are more inclined to the mating bond and marks... They honor it devotedly. His Grace and I are mates so... I don't see anything wrong with it." You shyly answered, Satoru squeezed your hand calming you down.

You looked at Satoru quite confused by the question...

"I don't think so... I am a vampire... Why would there be a hybrid child?"

"A hybrid child can only happen if the parents are from different races. Although my Mate was once human, she is now a vampire. We're both vampires and there will be no possibilities of a hybrid child when both parents are the same race." His Grace answered for you, clearing your confusion and doubt.

His Grace's eyes turned to you.

"Besides, it doesn't matter. As long as you're the mother I would love our child unconditionally."

You chuckled and looked away to hide the smile stretching uncontrollably over your lips.

I know Mr. Gojo will not be happy with what I am about to say, but... I can't wait for you to get married, have children, and especially a daughter... diabolical laughter Yes, you understood! A love story with the dark-eyed crown prince and the little blue-eyed Gojo princess EHEHEHEHEHE!

"No. Some stupid dark-eyed prince will not easily snag my daughter away unless he passes through my sword." His Grace's eyes turned dark as he spoke the ominous words with an unamused sinister smile.

"Calm down Your Grace, the journalist is merely jesting you." You reminded him, shaping him out of the urge to kill any crown prince who dares to touch his potential little daughter.

One last question, this one concerns Madame. It has been noticed that among vampires, you are... weaker than the norm? For example, you have smaller fangs than other vampires (that's too cute). My question is: is it because you were human before? Or is it something unique and inexplicable? I'm sorry for these questions that may seem silly to you, but I'm not really well-informed about vampires. As you may have noticed, I'm just... a little fairy (just a Winx for today ahah).

His Grace crossed his arms and a dark expression covered his smirking face. His Grace's face was as dark as a monster and an irk mark formed on his temples. A cold air filled the room, you could almost feel winter solstice with the blizzard gust in the room from your mate's display of annoyance. However, a thin layer of spell protected you from the cold, keeping you perfectly fine while His Grace is being moody.

"My mate is weak? Who said that?! Who told you about my Mate's fangs? Who? I will slice him to pieces. Who dares to stare at my mate's fangs too long to notice that detail? Is it a male? Does he dare to stare at my mate that long? I will pull his fangs mysel—"

Fortunately, you were quick to hold your mate back and drag him to sit on the couch.

"My apologies about my dear beloved. He's a little moody after the tea." You chuckled awkwardly. "Most probably that's a factor and my gift as a vampire has not yet manifested. You could say that as a vampire I'm still in my pre-teen stage so some areas of my vampire senses and attributes are still developing."

After the little bravado from the irritated and possessive Grand Duke, it doesn't come as a surprise that the journalist is quick to reach the door and escape if worse comes to worse...

I leave here alive and with plenty of information, thank you for everything! Invite me to the wedding, and I will write a great article! It will sell like hotcakes. Take care.

"Oh! Take care... Feel free to come and have tea with me..." You softly said since the journalist already fled away from Satoru. You turned your back to face your mate with a frown.

"Well that was uncalle—mhmph!"

Soft lips aggressively captured yours effectively shutting any words of reprimand.

"S-Sator—ngh!" You gasped as he kissed you deeper, his tongue finding your little fangs and tracing them sensually, stroking them as he moaned from the friction.

"I'm hungry..." He groans between your kisses, wildly pulling on the lace of your corset to free your soft bosom from its confines and trail down neck kisses, sucking on your skin every so hardly and sweetly making sure he leaves a pinkish love bite on your skin.

"We just had tea and biscuits..." You bit your lips when he easily carried you to the nearest couch and laid you there. His hand brought one of your thighs up, pressing kisses from your ankles down to your inner legs where he bared his pointy fangs against your milky flesh.

"I forgot how cute your fangs are... care to show me?"

—GreyCaelum,

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Hi Grey! Can I submit a request for Kaleidoscope Series: Love Me Now, Love Me Never Chapters. Scene #70 and #71.

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Notes & Warning: pure domestic fluff, a whipped Vampire Grand Duke Satoru splurging his wealth for you and overworked Yuta, Word Count: 2.4k

"Hi, this has been sitting in the drafts for one month because I kept contemplating if should I rewrite it to an LMNChapter, the choices you gave kept me up all night thinking about Vampire Satoru, the brain rot is too strong to resist and before I knew it I ended up writing this for him. I'm hesitant in posting this but I hope you like it as much as I loved writing this piece, T_T Thank you for joining." —Grey

Spring

Satoru silently treads the pathway leading into the inner sanctuary of the ducal palace. The chirping birds and fluttering butterflies dance flower to flower in the vast open garden. He has never paid attention to entertaining the changes seasons bring. Flowers bloom, flowers wilt. Yet here he is, passing a satisfying verdict on the well-trimmed bushes and blooming dahlias.

Satoru has forgotten this place until you've grown to like the garden you've visited during your tea parties with other noblewomen who come to invite you, telling him about flowers he has never heard of, and the joy on your face while narrating your afternoon makes him also crave to see your expression when he makes a garden for you.

Much beautiful and much larger with your all favorite flowers in it.

In the center of the open garden, the flowers surround the woman sitting on the ground with her white flowy dress crumpled and swayed by the soft breeze, a tad dirty from the soil.

You look like a nymph that will disappear into thin air when he steps any closer. So delicate and enchanting to behold in this tranquil garden.

No wonder you've never come to visit his office these past few days.

"It seems you've acquired something that has kept you preoccupied from seeing me, lately."

Your focused gaze shifted above and broke into a smile that could make the spring brighter than it already is. Satoru couldn't be more gratified that he left his glasses behind and see your face blossom in joy with his bare eyes.

To think that this simple garden could make you this happy... Should he build you a detached garden house and pergola?

That way he can live with you outside the ducal palace with ample privacy here in the garden.

"Don't you think today's weather fits perfectly for an outdoor picnic, Your Grace?" You observe the man sit across, facing you with one knee propped up and his arm lying above it. The indistinguishable defying arrogance emitted from his cold neutral face.

"If I didn't come here, you would never invite me." His arctic brows furrowed while his eyes landed on the bunch of wildflowers and weeds beside you. "And I had to find out what my mate has been secretly doing behind my back from another person's mouth." His tone dripped with flippant dissatisfaction.

However, that didn't provoke your conscience one bit. Not when his gloved slender fingers are starting to reach out for tiny flowers in the grass and add them to your pile.

All you could see is a pouting man who wants to sulk but cannot pursue his ambition in front of his lady.

Clad in his white tunic and training pants, the Grand Duke fits alluringly novel in this spring flower-filled garden. Not a shadow of the ferocious and merciless man he is depicted by tales and stories from the war.

His Grace often looks brooding, and ruthless in the eyes of outsiders. But for his mate, a layer of languid tenderness is solely reserved for your delight, like a cushion from the malevolence flowing within the veins of the Duke.

"That is because you're being petty, Your Grace."

Satoru's frown turned further dark. No one dared to call him such an impetuous thing and lived to tell about it. Then here you are, happily piecing those flimsy stems of grass.

"I don't remember such a thing," he drawled.

"Oh really? But a certain someone won't let me in his office. I wasn't planning to do anything but this certain someone has kept the doors barred, accusing me of being a distraction and making his working pace ridiculously slow. Hmmm? Tell me, Your Grace, if that isn't being mean what is it? Petty perhaps?" You crossed your arms and raise your chin defiantly.

"I beg to differ, you're always my walking distraction Kitten," he sighed at your radiant smile, the endearment slipped his mouth easily even if he tries to act stern.

He trained his eyes on the crown you're adding a few more flowers. Clumsily made and loose. He wonders who taught you to make those. The chamber keepers perhaps. Satoru's finger found a longer stem and picked it up, eyes narrowing on your exposed shoulder. This ought to teach you... The stalk's tip found your skin, tickling through your soft arm.

"S-Satoru!" You squeaked jumping up in tingles almost falling back to your bottom. The man lazily smirk like a fox with twinkling eyes, not bothering to offer you any words, and kept waving the dahlia in his hand. The nerve! You huffed, turned your head away, and finished the crown in your hand.

"Well?" He eyed your handmade craft and tilted his head to the side.

"Your Grace is undeserving of my gift." You rolled your eyes at him, and yet you didn't make a move to get away when he trapped your legs with his large hand and lay his head on your lap.

The sun shone high on the skies, the rays kissed his porcelain flawless face. Too bad His Grace's eyes are closed or else you will see the skies staring down in his eyes instead.

"Your Grace?"

"Hmmm?"

"Would you like to sleep, Your Grace?" Subconsciously, your hand sinks in through the thick snow-white locks, running along Satoru's scalp making him groan in pleasure, turning to his side and curling up to you, his face buried in your warm belly. He wakes up earlier than anybody else and comes to bed almost at midnight, to say that he's exhausted is an underestimation.

"No," came his muffled denial. "Keep talking, Mate..." he drawled.

Your thumb brushes the underside of his eyes, heavy bags forming from the lack of sleep. Lately, the Emperor kept sending him letters and even without knowing what's inside you know, it's another burdensome task.

"Then, do you like flowers, Your Grace?"

"My eyes belong to you, whatever you see beautiful then it is also beautiful for me," Satoru says in a hush manner and revels at the softness of your touch. But your silence pokes his curiosity, one of his eyes opens and finds your eyes, looking at him with a scowl. "Why is My Lady wearing such a fierce face?" He meant to tease, but clearly, it only made your dissatisfied expression grow darker.

"It's not the same, just as I like my Darjeeling tea while you prefer hot cocoa, not all that I see mesmerizing, you must see it mesmerizing just to please me."

Satoru nodded and found the flower crown you made on top of your stomach. It was such a craft o novice, a crown of such weak flowers that will wilt throughout half-day. His fingers fiddled with the dainty handicraft, wondering how such a thing that could break with one flick of his finger could be clutched so preciously and even treasured when he could forge you the most luxurious crown made of gold and all the seven treasures gems, more grandiose than any Empress has ever donned.

And yet... seeing you spend your 15 minutes into this crown, he can understand its pricelessness. He would rather wear this crown if ever he must choose.

"I find them dissatisfying. They're too fragile that one crunch is enough to destroy what took weeks to bloom." Satoru spoke honestly. "And yet I can understand why you like them." His hand reaches for your dangling hair and tucks it behind your ear. His heart preened in delight seeing rose blush paint your cheeks.

He has long accepted that he is mad. The word happiness was akin to drought in his life since his mother plummeted to insanity, but then you came along. The mere sound of your light laughter or the way your eyes crinkle, every little thing about you is like a drug that supplemented Satoru of euphoria. The mere idea that you are happy is enough to also make Satoru ecstatic.

Evading Satoru's soulful gaze you snatch back the flower crown from his hand and carefully place it on his head.

"There, you may hate them but you can't deny the flower crown I made suits you very well." The words carried every inch of confidence as you smiled down.

Satoru, despite finding the crown frivolous and utterly out of his character, he cannot bear to take it off. "Do as you please," he resigned his fate in your hands and close his eyes whilst your giggles filled his ears.

In the next following days, the time Satoru spent beside the small window at the corner of his office overlooking your garden started to worry Yuta.

The young man watches his uncle carefully carve out the thorns of the exotic blue roses. These blue roses bloom in early spring but they're so expensive that even the Emperor has to think twice about purchasing them. There's a market for the blue rose but they're so rare for living up to a year after being cut from the bush and also used as a medicine that it's a miracle to find more than 5 stems being sold. Then there's the Grand Duke with more than 20 stems at his desk, some thrown to the side with damaged stems, Yuta can only close his eyes and pretend he never saw anything.

Those precious blue roses were from the greenhouse of the ducal palace. The gardener cried a river while cutting the rose stem when Yuta asked for every bloom.

"Your Grace, I'm sure the gardener can do this..." Yuta's tongue froze midway from the sharp glare thrown in his direction. Satoru continued carving out the thorns and Yuta internally cried at the pile of paperwork left untouched for days now. He has stayed awake for three nights hoping to lessen the workload to no avail.

Satoru cannot let others touch the flower crown he especially made for you. He can already see your excited face when he finishes this present and shows it to you. It would fit perfectly with his bond mark adorning your shoulder blade.

Locking both ends of the stiff stems, Satoru nodded in approval at the crown he made. Those roses finally got a purpose rather than just renting a portion of his palace garden without anything in return.

"Yuta, I'm not working for today, close my office."

Satoru stood up with the crown at hand and left like a whirlwind to find you downstairs.

"You haven't worked on a single thing for three days Your Grace," Yuta doesn't know if he should smile or cry at the paperwork that has piled up.

Satoru resist the urge to run and took long quick strides in the direction of the garden. You're leaving for a tea party this afternoon and he needs to be quick if he wants to catch you.

Your silhouette came into view, picking out pink dahlias. Good thing your handmaid is nowhere in sight. Satoru slow down his steps and hid his presence as he approach you from behind.

"Maybe I should plant daisies too." You mused to yourself as you lay the flower in the basket you're holding.

"How about blue roses?"

Your breath hitched from the out-of-nowhere voice. You turned around and Satoru shrugged. "Your Grace!" You hissed, unhappy with his sneaking.

"Are you going to the tea party?"

Satoru shifted his eyes to the basket you were holding.

"Yes, I'm just picking out the flowers I'll bring. The ladies will be making flower crowns today. What brings you here, Your Grace?" Your eyes trailed down to his hands hidden behind his back. "What are you hiding?"

"Nothing, I just brought you a small trinket."

Trinket? Indeed your mate has the habit of bringing gifts at random times, but what could it be, for him to hide it behind his back? It piqued your curiosity and blinked at him owlishly, waiting and excited.

Satoru brought forward the crown he tediously made for three days and two nights, eyes solely focus on how your calm face morphed to that of astonishment, eyes twinkling and staring at him in awe.

"Are those blue roses?" Your eyes widen at the sight of the crown made of pure blue, you've never seen such an extravagant and delicately made crown that it made your heart leap in joy and look at Satoru with admiration.

"I think it fits with your dress." His forefinger brushes the bridge of your nose and places the crown on your head, clasping the lock. "It seems my judgment is more than adequate."

"Your Grace," your fingers touch the soft petals almost too carefully that you might destroy the precious handicraft. "I will treasure this precious gift Satoru."

Right at that moment, the wind swept through, fluttering your hair, creating a reflection of a faint halo with the blue rose crown. Satoru could've sworn that you're too ethereal to belong in this world. If you only know how much he wants to keep you safe from any scratch and that smile of yours to never fade. But you'll probably start frowning and just go about your way, free and spirited.

He held out his hand as a gentleman would. Satoru escorted you to the doors of the palace where the carriage is waiting. He took the cotton cape from your handmaiden and drape it around to keep you warm in the transitional temperature of winter to spring.

"Will you be going out today too?" a glint of longing passes your eyes as he secures the knot.

Satoru lifted your chin and unceremoniously kissed you in front of the crowd. Everyone nonchalantly bowed and evaded their gazes with the corners of their lips holding off a smile.

The blush staining your cheeks and bashful eyes seared through Satoru's direction in accusation and reprimand. "Your Grace, behave." You hissed, but from the smiles of the present people, you are exposed already.

"I believe that I'm in my outmost modest behavior, the fact you're not in our bedroom is proof enough."

"Your Grace!" Now you resemble the color of blood at how red you are because someone cannot keep his mouth shut!

The staff around you further bowed down to give you some face but the damage has been done at the sight of their smiles. It is terribly rare to see a noble couple profess such affection in public, more so the cruel Grand Duke that everyone fears. Then there's His Grace outwardly speaking his mind and doting nature towards his mate.

Satoru chuckled and settled to let it go. Flushing away your embarrassment.

"You should go now before I change my word and decide to lock you in our chambers." He leaned forward and whispered to your ear. "Don't make me wait for long. I look forward to the reward of my endeavor." Satoru fiddled with the dahlias in your basket and move up to kiss your forehead. "Be careful." He spoke with all sincerity and adoration.

You squirmed and nod, returning a gesture of affection by standing on your tiptoes and kissing his neck.

"Please look forward to it, I'll make you the best crown in the tea party and bring it home." You beamed to your mate and climb into the carriage. "See you later Your Grace." Waving to him, one last time soon the carriage wheels roll and head for the gates outside the ducal palace.

Satoru stood there until the carriage cannot be seen anymore. The combination of anxiousness and thrill flooded his veins when he thinks of your return this evening. You haven't even left for a minute and he's thinking of your return. Turning his heels, Satoru strode inside and back to his office, despite the cold look on his face, he fiddled with the leftover stem of the blue roses.

"Yuta, reward the gardener generously. And tell him to plant blue roses in my mate's garden."

Yuta quickly fulfilled the order and dashed away leaving Satoru alone in his office, looking out the window. Satoru cannot see a trace of the once desolated garden he has buried away his memories with. Looking down at the blooming dahlias and shrubs you've nurtured with care a sense of home dawned on him.

This year's spring has been the warmest and pleasant one he has had over the decades.

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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greycaelum · 9 months

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What is exactly Sukuna’s role in Laluna ? He appeared in one of the chapters but I’m afraid I don’t really understand why he is there 😅

you don’t need to explain if you don’t want to

Cursedtales Collections—La Luna Chapters: {Storm}

—Vampire Gojo Satoru X Reader X Lycan Sukuna

Heat, fire, the scorching firewood burning in the fireplace. Life seems suspended as the embers of the hearth crackled and fluttered around the air.

A man sat by the window, his knee propped whilst he languidly amused himself by smoking his long pipe. The tobacco swirled a mixture of intoxicating mint to calm the heat inside his body.

It seems as if all that life has given to him is the excruciating neverending heat. For a creature like him who lives in the somber dark side, it is a strange thing to have a furnace-like body, always exuding heat.

"Sukuna?"

The heady scent of night-blooming jasmines filled the room, overpowering the intoxicating tobacco.

A woman dressed in silver ice silk like the moon, covered in rosy ermine fur to keep her warm looked inside the room and locked eyes with his ruby orbs.

"I've been looking for you..." She sighed and closed the door.

Her soft gait didn't make a sound as she walks over to his side. Her cold hands found their place on his shoulder. It immediately spread a sense of relief to his body. Like an oasis in the desert. Her touch calms the beast inside him... Like a balm to a wound. Like ice to the fire.

"What do you need?" He gruffly replied and blew a cloud of smoke in the air. He looked up to her waiting for an answer.

Her nose scrunched from the scent of the tobacco leaves and waited for the smoke to disperse before speaking once more.

"The warden of Phyrria requests your audience." The woman took one step back from the scent of his tobacco.

He sighs and pours out the small ember inside the pipe, staving off the smoke, and hung his pipe on its handler.

"Since when did my mate become a messenger for those fools? Hmmm?" Sukuna took two strides to close the distance between the two of them. The pelt covering the massive expanse of his colossal body dropped revealing the daunting tattoos etched on his skin, lining the ridges of his muscular scarred body.

His nose found a place on the crook of her neck, his two huge palms holding her slender neck as he traces her throat with his nose whilst inhaling her night jasmine scent. His eyes are hazy as he licks her collarbone, scenting her with his musk. "Since when did my goddess become a tool to make me play along with those stooges? Hmmm?"

"I am n-not. Sukuna, c-cease this." She breathes and held her chin high. "You are inviting but danger and enemy with this behavior."

But Sukuna did not stop and instead traveled all the way up to the shell of her nose, biting the lobe of her ear with a husky chuckle as she bites her lips to suppress him from getting any reaction.

"Of what behavior, My Lady?"

The woman is unfazed by his touch and simply pulls his hand away from her. Her eyes look at him with a profound look of mixed emotions.

"Everyone will not follow a king just because he is king. The people will only follow the King whom they love. Not just your brethren but also the seven races."

He clicks his tongue and lets go of her.

"Who needs love? Love is easily swayed. Fear is the real power behind a ruler." He growled and turned his back on her. "I will be King one day, and all of them shall learn to love and fear me as it should be."

The night is cold and so is the moon.

For a goddess isolated from the warmth of life with only the darkness as a companion, it is not a strange thing for your lonely heart to blossom with joy after finding out you will have a mate. The promise of eternity and devotion.

To love and be loved...

But what happens when that love promises chaos?

"Faltered seven high towers

Crimson soaked the loom

Refuge of towers regard

The other half of the moon."

The night owl hoots from a distance. The wind is cold. You slowly closed the curtain and walk towards Sukuna's side of bed. His arrogant face is replaced with a tranquil one as he sleeps. You covered him with the soft ermine blanket and blew out the candle.

A storm is brewing.

—GreyCaelum,

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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greycaelum · 1 year

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La Luna Chapters

"To offer you the crown, I lost my throne..."

"You cost me the kingdom I'm supposed to protect."

"I have neither a crown nor a throne, but I can give you a home."

vampire gojo x reader x lycan sukuna

Three souls entangled, the moon, the king, and the cold blood. When her fate abandons her, destiny finds a way to bring her back to life.

Your knees faltered as you sink down to the ground, and hollers of pain and heat of fire burned deep into your senses. Why did it come to this? All you wanted was to protect your fated mate... The fates dictated, for you—Goddess of the Moon to be the better half of the King of Lycans—loyalty and duty urge you to come down from your throne and leave your responsibility to help him conquer the Crown that was rightfully his against the usurpers. So why? Why is it that you became the root of this war?

The King's eyes flared with a deep-seated loathing. The blame of all these deaths and losses that all traced back to your one action of doubt and weakness scorched piercingly in his eyes. "Having you as my mate is the only regret I ever had since my birth." Ruthless steel plunged unhesitatingly into your heart.

And everything snapped... The reality you have no place here in earth. That your mate has deemed you no more than another enemy he must slay for his victory despite your endeavors to secure his claim. You might be his mate, but you will never be his choice or his priority.

The last thing you remembered was red eyes filled with scorching disdain. He turned his back and abandoned you to your own pool of blood.

With nothing, not a sliver of memory or a penny to fill your belly all you know is that you've been fleeing all your life until everything finally ended. A human, fragile and breakable against the wrath of the snowy mountain. Laying on the cold snow with your mangled body, you could feel the frost and threshold of the underworld claim you... What a pathetic life. A miserable way to die without anyone to mourn for your soul.

“Do you want to live?” Live? Then what? Be hunted by those people as they drive you to death once again? “I h-have nothing m-more.” Ironically you’d rather freeze to death here alone than go back and seek comfort from strangers who will sooner or later exploit you. Cold blue eyes glimmered and extended his hand to you. “Then live for me.”

⚜︎ Cold [ 📜 one-shot ]

—Grand Duke Satoru hastily comes home from his trip to find you thirsty for his blood and yearning for his hold.

⚜︎ Bonds [ 📜 one-shot ]

—Grand Duke Satoru tries to resist his instincts from drinking your blood, but the hunter couldn't stay away from his nature of seeking his mate

⚜︎ Encounter [ 📋 drabble ]

—The Grand Duke and the King encounters each other, the other protecting his mate and the other searching for his queen.

⚜︎ Feral [ ✒️ headcanon ]

—What triggers the Grand Duke?

⚜︎ Spring [ 📋 drabble ]

—finding a new pass time as the season of bloom arrives, the garden is bound for changes

⚜︎ Clarity [ 📋 drabble ]

—in his damned eternity your his piece of clarity

⚜︎ Premonitions of Past [ 📜 one-shot ]

—the past comes haunting back

⚜︎ Thoughts [ 📜 one-shot ]

—there are thoughts you don't need to know

⚜︎ Trick or Treat [ 📋 drabble ]

—you got your cookie, now he wants his

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greycaelum · 7 months

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Recently, I came across a fanart of Gojo as a Duke, and my heart couldn't handle it. I need more content of the great Vampire Duke. I would love to see Satoru with his lady at a high society event, witnessing people licking the boots of the Grand Duchess *diabolical laughter* Usually, there is always a lady in aristocracy who becomes the star of society, and what if that lady was our sweet Y/n, who wasn't born noble (last I heard)? Would Satoru, my handsome man, be okay with that?

Apologies for my chaotic English.

I don't think so, look at the Grand Duke's cold and expressionless face and tell me if he's the type to like anyone looking at his lady for a little too long than 3 seconds~

Do keep in mind La Luna Chapters has different concepts of fantasy cultures for its mythical races so maybe what is usually portrayed in vampire and royalty genres may or may not be the same as what you will read in La Luna's culture~

We will see how Y/n navigates her way in the Imperial Aristrocracy~ For better or for worse, who knows~

Your English is perfectly fine~ I'm not that meticulous with grammar so feel free to speak comfortably with me~ and I'd love to see the fan-art tooo~

—Grey,

#I'd love to see the fan-art!!!#[grey talks: ✒️☕]#laluna chapters #jjk vampire au #vampire duke gojo satoru x vampire reader #gojo satoru x reader

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greycaelum · 5 months

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The interview was very interesting, I really enjoy learning about fantastical worlds! 🥰

So if I understood correctly, it is possible to mark someone forcibly? Like the Grand Duke said, "Who else would dare?"

How does one mark their companion?

Hi dearrrr~ I'm glad you liked it!

Nope, it's impossible to have a mate mark (permanent and with vivid symbolism ex: roses, moon, etc) with someone you aren't fated with. It only appears to those who are true mates; a bond determined by a deep magic.

But yes, it is possible to mark someone (temporary and plain, just two punctured holes on the bitten spot). This kind of mark is something that has to be done/be bitten on a time-to-time basis because it can fade away.

Both can have the same attributes aka shared senses, mind link, and blood but only those with a mate mark are the true mates. Forcibly marking someone more often than not leads to a tragic ending since in most cases they are not true mates. Y/n didn't force Duke Satoru, he meant that no one would dare mark him if he didn't willingly submit to it.

There's no intricate marking ritual, but verbal consent is necessary to acknowledge the marking which is only applicable to mate marks.

I hope I explained it clearly enough, HUHUHUHU— again LaLuna Chapters may have a different culture and practices than the usual vampire tropes so cultures and traditions in this series vary a bit differently than normal expectations.

Again, thank you for asking!!!

—Grey,

#laluna chapters #cursedtales collections #vampire grand duke gojo x reader #vampire satoru x reader x lycan sukuna #[grey talks: ✒️☕]

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greycaelum · 1 year

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Thank you for making Grand Duke Gojo. It was the catnip I didn't know I needed.

Awie 🥺🫶🏻, he's my happy pill too. He could be a menace but he's a big softy with you. Thank you sweetheart, this makes me melt knowing you like His Grace too!

—Grey,

#[grey talks: his grace🍷]#greycaelum #grand duke gojo satoru #vampire gojo

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Cursedtales Collections—La Luna Chapters: {Clarity}

—Vampire Duke Gojo Satoru X Vampire Reader

❦︎ Précis:

"Patience," he whispered in hot breath on the hollow of your throat. Nosing his way through your sharp jaw down to the soft valley of your bosom, the orange blossom scent naturally emitting from your body adds to the insidious craving Satoru harbored for you.

Your lustrous eyes stare at his soul. Parted lips of yours, begging to be kissed are no help to his sanity.

He would live, die and live again to feel you as close as this.

❦︎ Genre: vampire, fantasy, royalty

❦︎ CW/TW: (2.5k)—blood sucking/feeding, teasing, implied violence—not to the reader, vampire traditions, praises, kissing, biting, duke gojo's inner thoughts, soft duke gojo,

❦︎ A/N: imma surface from my den for~ a happy 33rd birthday to 'Toru!♡ Clarity by Zedd ft. Foxes was my inspiration while writing this.

Satoru would seldom call himself a savage. Even with bloodlust constantly flowing within his system he is not a man driven by instinct except for instances his reins slip out of his rationality. Running through his veins—the most potent blood lineage in the houses of vampires. His craving for blood is much more intensely felt than common noble vampires.

It's like threading a cliff where you can't see the abyss beneath your feet. The days of barring restraint against his nature to feed off from blood have been the cloudiest period of his existence, dripping in ink of black.

Until you...

Whimpers of pleasure filled the room with the fragile body trapped beneath him. Futile squirming and ragged moaning underneath his hovering build. His hand firmly grasp the curves of your waist and the other pined your wrist above your head as he preyed on you. Taking in the heaving of your chest and writhing of your legs, trying to rub friction between your appendages in hopeless aspiration of satisfying yourself from his lack of touch.

"Y-Your Grace." You stuttered, inciting pity from Satoru as your arms encircle his slender nape. Beads of tears trickled down your face contorting between pleasure and pain. Needy whines as his lips trail little too soft kisses on your shoulder blade traveling to the lines of your neck.

It is dizzying how you smell so sweet and appetizing yet at the same time, Satoru is restraining himself from manhandling you while playing this little tug of war with you.

The way you eagerly bare your fangs and puncture his neck with those adorable canines of yours. A little too small for a vampire, but the sweetest and the closest thing to an aphrodisiac whenever you suck unto his neck. Your mark, engraved to his very soul, constantly seeking for your presence to caress despite his blood-drenched claws that never bothered you.

You've always seen past the cold exterior he puts on with those tender eyes of yours that holds his universe together.

Your lustrous eyes stare at his soul. Parted lips of yours, begging to be kissed are no help to his sanity.

He would live, die and live again to feel you as close as this.

Tugging apart the belt of your dress. A long tearing tune of fabric filled the room as he messily pulled up the skirt revealing your velvety thighs.

"You ripped my skirt," you huffed with halfhearted accusation at the long tear on the dress, mesh of threads scattered over the bed.

"You tore my tunic Kitten, it is only fair that I rip yours as well." An ounce of amusement laced with cheekiness in his tone. Satoru's fingers twirled over your tickling skin. Two bite marks left by his previous feeding faintly paint your milky legs.

You cutely whimpered, tugging his heart to relieve your needs. It's almost by nature that he will bend anything for you. Far too besotted to deprive you of your desires.

A hand brought the back of your knees up placing them on His Grace's shoulder and abruptly a piercing pain sink into your inner thighs making you arch in pain mixed with venom of pleasure.

"My—ahhh! Your Grace," you salaciously moaned at the way his tongue swirled over your milky legs making sure you feel the sinuous throbbing of desire in his fangs.

You hold his heart, body, and soul in your hands.

"Your Highness, your father has just passed away. You cannot hold a wedding until the three years of mourning have passed."

One of his father's loyal vassals refuted. The room instantly dropped, so cold that even with their thick fur coat the chill seeped into the fibers of their nerves.

He knows that. Satoru knows that very well. No ostentatious celebration shall be done after three years of a family member's death. It's the law. And that's the only reason the vassal's head is still intact on his neck.

However, having you walk around without a title to protect you envelopes him in constant apprehension whenever he's away.

A knock interrupted the meeting. The door creaked open. Like eggs, Yuta's head came out followed by your head popping up with a bright smile in the room of confused men.

The entire room fell silent. All eyes looked at your crouching figure trying to hide in the door frame.

"What's the matter?" Satoru asked calmly.

Yuta looked skeptical to speak. It took him two rehearsals in his brain before he could formulate an adequate reply. As if finally gathering his guts, he cleared his throat.

"Her Ladyship has asked if the gentlemen would like some tea..."

"And biscuits," you whispered.

"...and biscuits?" Yuta look at his Uncle with a begging cry in his eyes, helpless by this obligation he was forced to play.

"..."

The room went silent as if a black crow passed over their heads.

Satoru remained unmoving. Looking at your head slightly peeking from the doorway. Hopeful innocent eyes who are not aware of what she has just done.

In the next minutes, trays of biscuits and pots of tea went around the table.

Some choked and most look constipated having to dine with the Grand Duke who simply watch them with hawk-like eyes. Waiting for anyone to make one wrong comment and one wrong move to throw them out the window.

And yet there was nothing to criticize. The hospitality of Her Ladyship was on point. The cookies are perfect for black tea. But the presence of the Grand Duke simply clouded the amazing tea time. So much if you listen closely you could hear the cup shaking and a bit of tea spilling.

Who wouldn't when His Grace is eyeing them one by one? Arms crossed and unmoved by the flattering words they spoke about the Lady. At this point it was better if they shut their traps and drink so this little stunt could be done with and so is the assembly. Everyone inside is dying for this to end and hole themselves up in the study of their homes and dread the next fortnight they have to hold this assembly with the Grand Duke.

"Leave when you're done."

Satoru left the room with his tray of tea and biscuits like a whirlwind.

Only then did their hunched shoulders relax down and finally, appreciate the taste of the aromatic tea. But it didn't last long as Yuta ushered confused and relieved gentlemen out.

"Where is His Highness going?"

"I believe he's on his way to have tea with Her Ladyship. Have a good afternoon gentlemen." Yuta replied with a polite smile.

The gates of the ducal residence closed on their faces before any of the vassals could speak. And just like that, they were politely thrown out of the palace.

"Since when did His Highness love drinking tea?"

One of the elder men shook his head. Patting the shoulders of the younger vassal who surely hasn't tasted the forbidden fruit of knowledge yet.

"It's not the tea, boy. It's the one who made the tea."

Lately, you've been interested in teas and snacks. The Grand Duchy of Albastru stretches from the east to the west of the continent. It's so vast that it is said you could find anything in Albastru. Because of that the variety of teas the ducal palace acquires from the merchant and has not been used staggered you. Yuta told you the late Grand Duke and Grand Duchess loved drinking tea, and so was the collection of premium teas in the pantry. But His Grace is not fond of the bitter taste. Often opting for hot cocoa instead.

Uncanny, you must say, and... lovely. You internally chuckled at the image of His Grace offering you his cup of cocoa on cold rainy afternoons.

"But I thought you dislike tea, Your Grace?" You raise a brow at the man sitting in front of you. Stoically and elegantly sipping the black tea.

"Since when have I said that?" He shrugged and took a bite of the butter cookies you made.

The shameless old man knows no limit just to plunder whatever your hand personally made. It's annoyingly adorable.

"So... You're not mad anymore Your Grace?" You softly asked, testing the waters.

"Mad? For what?"

Ah, so the old man's brooding has been appeased now...

You hide the budding smile on your lips and shake your head.

"Nothing Your Grace." In a singsong voice, you giggled.

The two of you ate in silence. Although feeding on blood is the best thing to satiate a vampire's hunger. Eating normal food is also considered a snack. Especially for you who was once a human.

Satoru watches you happily eat. His heart swells in pride seeing you put on some weight, your cheek fuller. Your starved figure when he first found you stirred fury, helplessness, and pain inside him. You look so broken that you would shatter if he applies sudden force in his hand.

When you were human, you lived on a cold mountain, all day of the year it was all snow you've ever seen, the rest of it is still a chilly summer, with barely anything food but berries and wild fruits. He wonders, how did you survive starvation and the deadly cold?

Now that you're a vampire, it is still cold. But you shall never starve, but only have the finest dishes and quality of blood. You shall never freeze, but don the thickest pelt of animal fur, and a soft chair beside the hearth. You shall have enough space to grow and enjoy what you never thought of having in your life.

He will be your home. You'll never suffer any aggrievance in your life but only the best thing this land could offer.

Perhaps coldness will be ever a part of his life. The strange prickly tinge of harsh ice. Or the chilly breeze that blows away the burning rays of heat. Engrave in his soul, the coldness that he will seek no matter where he ends up in this eternity as long as it's with you.

"—Grace?"

A gentle hand cup his cheeks bringing Satoru into the present. Your worried eyes stared at him.

"What is it?"

"Oh—" you pulled back and gingerly laugh. "—You were spacing out."

"I wasn't."

Your lips pursed at his denial.

"Liar." You muttered under your breath and looked away at the blooming blue roses bushes.

Satoru frowned at the remark and pushed his chair backward, opening a space for his legs to part. Languid hand, pat his thigh while looking at you to make a move. An invitation that you've gotten accustomed to and look forward to when it's just the two of you. An invitation he has grown fond of, almost as if it's his instinct to have your weight pressed and close to him.

"I was thinking—" You started. Arms wrapped loosely around his neck whilst your nose found a place under the space of Satoru's ear, nuzzling the edge of his jaw. "—How vast Albastu truly is. Just imagining it staggers me"

Satoru stayed silent. His hand held your waist and the other rest over your knee. Kneading your thigh as you slowly lean your weight fully against him. Your head found space on the crook of his neck, fanning him with your soft breath.

"It's the first and strongest wall against the Lycans." The Emperor needed a soldier and a noble to bind and hold this land together

Satoru is the fruition of the Emperor's ambition. The rest is restrained in his throat, that's a story unsuited for a quiet afternoon tea.

And Satoru would rather sew his mouth shut than tell the burden. You just have to live comfortably, idle if you wish. A life where you are happy is his yearning for this eternity.

The leaves of the tree rustled at the gust of wind. Instinctively Satoru pushes you further into his arms, shielding you from the cold. You don't seem to mind, as you snuggle close, pressing your lips on his throat and nuzzling with your nose where his heartbeat would've pulsed. A searing trickle of anticipation ran down Satoru's veins.

"Behave." Satoru lazily drawled. Pushing a finger above your lips to reprimand you.

But there's always that little devil with her pitchfork in you that wins whenever he warns you.

Baring your fangs, you captured his finger, running your tongue for a small lick over the taste of sugar from the cinnamon roll he had, then sink into your bite.

Sweeping down, Satoru's lips find your temples for a tender kiss, pouring his silent indulgence and affection as you suckle droplets of his blood. Your tongue is hot and tickling him to a groaning mess, spreading warmth over his body.

"Haven't I fed you enough last night Kitten?" Satoru grunted, nudging your head, biting your earlobe making you whine and gasp while sucking on his finger.

It's almost too much, how your whines and moans slide through his ears like warm honey, crystal clear of your need and temptation, sending shivers down his spine, making it harder for Satoru to pull away from your fangs.

"I simply want to bite you. Is there something wrong with it Your Grace?" Your lips pursed, but the twinkle in your eyes tug upon Satoru's heart.

How could he ever turn you down when you look at him like this? Your hand clutched onto his clothes and perched on his lap.

"Indeed, nothing is wrong with it." Satoru sighed in defeat. Tilting his neck to the side in offering to your adorable sweet fangs.

"Hmmm." You giggle. Sated and happy as you wrap your arms around his neck. Pleased at his pliant offer even without your demand. Placing one soft kiss on his neck in delight instead.

"When you are tired, you can always come home." You held his cheeks, searching for his sapphire eyes. A soft smile blossom on your lips. Your thumb ran through the apple of his cheeks, lulling him to comfort. "You must come home to me Your Grace."

Satoru's hand grip your hip and tilt your chin up for a soft kiss.

"Indeed—" In his eyes, flashed a deliberate softness reserved in privacy, only for you. "—You are my home."

In his darkest insanity, you're the remedy he found, what he once thought to be a damned eternity, you're his piece of clarity.

—GreyCaelum,

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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—Fairytales aren't magical because of princess and prince, or kingdoms and magic. Fairytales are enchanted because they tell you even though curses and dragons exist they can be defeated... Yet, keep in mind, happily ever after comes only when you choose wisely between fate or destiny.

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—Vampire Duke Gojo Satoru X Moon Goddess Reader X Lycan King Ryomen Sukuna

He found her in the cold snow. She fell for his cold warmth. Blood and bond intertwined, the strongest vampire finally found his own forever in his cursed immortality. But it fell apart as the Lycan King claim his Queen, promised to him by the fates and prophecy. Threads of fate tangled, the moon must choose between her fate or her destiny.

"You're my blood, body, and soul."

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How I imagine an older or Grand Duke version of Gojo 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 🔥 🔥 please I need some fresh air

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If he loses the blindfold yes that's totally a possibility! I basically got an image of Vampire Satoru because of his canines, that if it's not obvious enough, yes I am deranged whenever I see his fangs, here's also another fan-art that makes me go swooning over him as a Vampire. Minus the blindfold cause His Grace uses glasses instead.

YES WE NEED FRESH AIR~🫠🤣

—Grey,

#[grey talks: ✒️☕]#[grey talks: his grace🍷]#[grey talks: hi lovely person]

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I recently read Cold and vampire duke gojo is so interesting! we know what y/n is like when she needs blood, but what is gojo like when he needs blood?

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

(Cursedtales Chapters: Vampire Duke Gojo Satoru X Vampire Reader)

Sanguis meus es corpus et anima

"you're my blood, body, and soul"

[Notes and Warning: dark content: (BLOODSUCKING, bloodlust, triggering contents, predator-prey dynamic, slightly suggestive, comfort, small peek of aftercare) If you are uncomfortable with these concepts, press the 'back' button. Yourself, your responsibility. Word Count: 4.9k]

The first part is with a human Y/n. The second is after she has turned into a vampire.

Bonds

The Ducal Residence of the Grand Duke Gojo lies between the border of Parsua Amara—Kingdom of the Vampire and Finis Lua—Kingdom of the Lycans. The Gojo Duchy stretches from the west down to the southeast, taking a vast quarter of the kingdom's territory. It stands as a border to prevent any Lycan from crossing the border of the Vampires.

Thus it is no surprise if the heir to the dukedom is often away to take care of the matters of the border with the ailing old duke, bedridden, simply waiting for his days to end. Such is the result of not drinking blood over decades after the Duchess died. Marquess [*1] Gojo Satoru has fully taken over as the deputy of the Gojo Ducal Residence.

Closing the last of the ledgers you needed to check, your eyes darted to the window of the library. It's been two months since Satoru brought you in after he found you in the snow. You're his mate, he claimed after nursing you to health. He's been nothing but gentle yet distant to you.

At first, you thought that since he's a vampire he would use you as a blood bank. Isn't that what mates are supposed to do? Provide for each other? But then, over the course of your stay never did he bring up the thought of feeding on your blood. Strange, you sighed and felt your stomach grumble as well.

Servants working for the Ducal Residence are either dhampirs—half-human, half-vampire; or simply vampires. Then there's you, a human.

"My Lady, it's time for lunch," a handmaid, assigned by Satoru to assist you smiled and gestured for the tray she was holding, filled with delicious plates and bowls of human food.

"Did Satoru send any word?" You bit your tongue, still awkward at the idea of addressing the Kingdom's strongest vampire without any title. He asked for it, you're his mate and the one and only he permits to call him with his name. Who are you to refuse his simple request? It seems that his name is the only thing that connects you to him. You may be his mate but the tall walls of his heart are nowhere within your reach.

"His Lordship has sent indeed sent a word, he's coming home next week My Lady." The girl smiled and poured a glass of water for you.

Next week... Too far...

The moments you've been with him since he brought you to the Ducal residence can be counted on your fingers. Seven times... in the span of two months, you've been with him inside a room seven times. And now you pull the thick duvet up to your chin and closed your eyes waiting for slumber to claim you, somehow looking forward and at the same time dreading the day he comes home.

Is it because you're a human and he's a vampire? The strongest of his kind, even surpassing the king, and he cannot accept that he's bonded to a mere human? That's why he's keeping his distance... It's the only thing you can think of for him to avoid you to this extent.

A shadow loomed before you, followed by a quiet thud of something hard falling on the carpet floor. You've been asleep for some time but the sudden intrusion of cold air and the stranger's movement roused you from slumber.

Who?

Your mind conjured images of possible persons who will dare intrude into your chambers while betraying your instinct to turn around and run. Your breathing slowed down, trying to maintain the act of slumber but your fast-beating heart protests the contrary by its thunderous pulsing in your ribcages.

"Run..."

A cold breath fanned the shell of your ear and the chills immediately spread down your spine jolting you straight up the bed. The thick curtain danced eerily as the wind blows in. Panic started inside the recesses of your heart. The windows were closed when you retired to bed, so how?

"Who's there?" The trembling of your voice echoed the huge bedroom. But other than your heart ringing against your ear you couldn't find anything or anyone else breathing in the room. Breathing? Vampires don't need to breathe. Your back inched to the headboard bumping hard almost spooking the daylights out of you.

"Come out." Your hand slips down your pillow, reaching for the hilt of the knife you sneak in the first time you dined in the manor. You know there's not much point in using a sharp object against a creature that would not die but it could at least buy you a few seconds to flee against the intruder.

"I said come out!"

Your body lifted up from the bed and a gust of wind enveloped your eyes forcing you to close them, the next thing you felt was the pull of gravity and coldness of the night. By all your remaining presence of mind, you thrust the blade up but it stopped midway—opening your eyes you say the blade stopped by one pale slender finger.

"Put that down, you'll only hurt yourself."

"Satoru!"

Your frightened eyes met the cold blue eyes of the man currently clutching your body.

"Yo—are you out of your mind?!" You exclaimed, lowering the dagger and letting it fall to the ground. "You scared me to death!" You fought the tears and wiggled out of his hold, furious and relieved at the same time.

He didn't argue and oblige your request, setting you down gently but his face remained stone cold. You opened your mouth to give him a piece of your mind but then you notice his eyes, turning bluer in each passing second, and the tight clenching of his gloved hand as if suppressing something.

"What's w—"

"Run," he growled, closing his eyes and covering his mouth bu the gloved hands. "Go." He breathes in, trying to compose himself but he cannot hide the sweat forming on his forehead and his veins popping in restrain as he refuses to meet your eyes.

Against your better judgment, you ran. Deep into the forest, with your feet bare of any apparel to prevent the tiny stones and twigs from scraping your feet. Something was wrong, his eyes were never as blue as they were earlier. Could it be?

You suck a breath and continued running, ducking and evading the branches of the dark woods. You don't know where you're running to, but your heart kept pounding at the mere thought of someone chasing you distracted your mind, and fell down the harsh trail.

Visions of wolves chasing hot behind your trails while you wade through the thick snow, barely hanging on to the threads of consciousness and walking to your death flash before your eyes. Run... don't look back. Pulling yourself together you ran as fast as you can, was it away from Satoru or from the wolves you don't know anymore. But you need to run, or else you'll die.

Your nightgown ripped as you ran past the thickets and shrubs but you didn't stop, you ran without regard despite the sound of bird hooting and an ominous sound you don't recognize but surely would scare anyone to death, it's as if you know no fear of the night other than the one pursuing you. Tired and breathless you came to a clearing, the waxing crescent moon shined its light on the wildflowers.

Yet you didn't see much of the beauty before a force knocked your shoulders and pinned your back to the ground.

"!" Is he gonna kill you?

A soft whimper left your lips, baring your neck in surrender. Where could you have gone wrong for him to torture you like this? You waited for that piercing pain. Inside you blamed yourself for thinking a mere stranger can actually be kind enough to bring you in and shelter you without a price in return.

"Does it hurt?" He asked. It's too good to be true after he pounced on you but you force your eyes to open and saw him remove his gloves and caress the wound on your feet. His eyes brimming with worry and a frown etched on his forehead.

Perhaps your whimpers have reached him and triggered what is left of remorse in his clear mind.

"I'm sorry, I..." He wasn't able to finish and immediately remove himself away from you as if running away from a plague, withdrawing meters away with his head bowed down.

Curses flew out of his lips and drop to one knee alarming you with the sudden change of behavior.

"I lost my composure, forgive me."

No answer left your lips as you squint from the sting of the wounds. When you turned at him and saw the fine veins on his exposed skin turning blue and skin paler than it already is. His sweat has drenched his forehead too, and to think that vampires do not usually sweat... What's going on with him?

Tired and shaken you curled your knees but regretted it as soon as you felt the strange sensation of lightness and air invading your inner tights. Your chemise! You gasp and cover your legs, uttering curses that he must've already seen your body parts with the tears on your dress.

"W-why did you hunt me?"

He looked away and refused to open his lips.

Hunt... Hunger?

Your eyes widened at the realization.

"You're h-hungry...?" You whispered inaudible to a human ear but to a vampire, it was more than enough to award you a defeated groan.

"I'll get you back the manor to be treated, I'll be away to hunt." He moved, cautiously around you as if afraid to spook you out in your frail state. "I'm sorry." Regret filled his eyes seeing you inch away from him in wariness from the brutish demeanor he exhibited earlier.

"Just a bite." Your toes curled. He wasn't trying to harm you... It's just that the culture of humans and vampires are different and you have no idea how his instincts works.

"..." Satoru's eyes widened and stood there frozen.

"Don't speak, one word of the same idea will render me crazy," he drawled in warning but when you look up his eyes betrayed him, deep blue orbs eyeing you with thirst.

"You said I'm your mate. So a bite won't hur—Satoru!"

His body seized you down, pinning your arms above your head.

"You don't know how starved I am to say I won't hurt you, Kitten," he grunted, nuzzling your neck with his nose. He inhaled a shaky breath kissing the hollow of your throat.

You moaned at the softness of his cold lips despite the rough position he has tackled you down.

"I'm sorry," he apologized once again that it was starting to irk you. But when you felt him go down and reach for your wounded feet you didn't expect him to take your foot and shower soft kisses on your calf.

You watch him hold your knee gently, eyes closed while he traveled down, and tug the remaining fabric of your nightgown to reveal your inner tights.

"S-satoru!" Alarmed, you tried sitting up and pulling your appendage away but he pushed a hand above your stomach effectively making you still, and let him worship your legs. Embarrassment couldn't amount to how exposed you felt when his tongue darted and lick your shivering leg like a kitten lapping up milk, making you squirm and beg him to let your legs down.

"No," he stop and smirked at you. "You offered me a bite, who am I to refuse my mate?"

Oh, how you are starting to regret not giving specific instruction on where he should bite.

Quite done with his ministrations, Satoru offered you his hand.

"Squeeze my hand when you're starting to feel lightheaded."

How thoughtful of him. Dazed, you accepted the pale cold hand and nodded in silent permission. He raised your legs and kiss your exposed tights, baring his sharps fangs.

"Sa—" you moaned the next syllables of his name when you felt two canines sink in your creamy tights. If you thought that being pierced by fangs would give you immense pain it was faded away by the scrumptious sensation of delighting heat invading your senses. Pain and pleasure combined sweetly pool in your core, like a dam at any minute threatening to overflow. Your senses cannot differentiate the pang from the bliss as Satoru buries his canines deep into your flesh.

Instinctively you search for anything to hold on to, and the one you found is Satoru's large hands entwined with yours. You could feel his tongue tracing incoherent patterns against your thighs tickling your skin while sucking generous gulps of your blood while you writhe and whimper under his grasp. You watch his Adam's apple bob up and down, a trickle of blood escaped the side of his lips.

After several mouthfuls Satoru sighed, shoulders loosened and hazy eyes open a bit, finding yours while he drink.

"Are you still hungry?" You moaned and gasp when his fangs retracted and his tongue awarded you kitten licks on the two piercings on your thighs.

"For you? Always." He drawled and slowly let your legs down reaching up to cup your cheeks.

"I haven't squeezed your hand yet." Whispering you tilted your neck to the side.

His eyes widened and his red lips crack into a smile turning to a chuckle as he lick the trail of blood on the side of his mouth.

"I'm not a monster than you thought of me to drain you. And that's enough for tonight, I'm already more than filled that you offered your blood willingly." He hummed and look at your legs resting on his lap. His fingers reach to trace the spot he bit where a small blotch of red remained but no more scar to be seen.

"Your blood, I've never tasted like it. It clears my mind... so much that I'm a bit afraid I might drain you with just how delicious you can drive me crazy. I needed to keep my distance while you recuperate or else I will only hurt your health."

You shake your head, not understanding what he meant.

Satoru smiled at your confusion. His body lay above you, ears pressed on your chest while keeping mindful not to crush you down.

"Just a bite?" he murmured burying his head to your neck, sounding like a child asking for a piece of affection from you as he wrap his arms around your waist and rolled around, putting you above him. His fingers fiddled with the stray strand of your hair falling from your shoulder and tuck it behind your ear.

"... Just a bite." You permitted, curious about the overwhelming sensation of his bite and the satisfaction of seeing him have his fill.

When you woke up the next day, you're back in your room. Clean and dressed in a new nightgown under the comforts of the quilt and heavy arms curling around your waist. You tried moving but something hard pressed against your back, only then did you realize a chin is resting on your head and there are two more legs next to yours, a pair of cold feet lazily rubbing your ankles. It's the first time he has dared to sleep beside you and there's no hiding how this delighted you after he confessed the reason why he kept avoiding you in the past.

"Sleep some more," a raspy bedroom voice said followed by a gentle stroke on your head. "I've tired you last night."

W-what?! You profusely blush and smack his hand around your waist earning a soft chuckle from the man behind who continued stroking your head, placating you with his choice of words while maintaining the teasing demeanor of playing with your ankles.

"Satoru..." You cleared your throat and turned around. His exposed muscular chest greeted you only worsening the rose tint on your face.

"Hmmm?" His fingers found your chin and lifted them to look into his eyes.

"The next time you're hungry, don't scare me like that. Tell me. Understand? You don't have to hold back around me."

Satoru gazes into your eyes for a long time, contemplating his brain. His fingers found your cheeks and brush against them lovingly.

"As you wish, my Y/n."

You finished cleaning the wound of the gardener's son, smiling you waved at the boy who graciously thanked your generosity and good heart. Treating humans and their wounds is not hard when you're fed and sated.

Speaking of feed, you turn your heels to walk into your mate's office. His Grace has been preoccupied with work. He would leave the bed after a transient embrace in the morning, whispering words of adoration and promising to meet you in the afternoon tea time. But then, the tea time is too short and he'll come to the bed in the dead of the night.

"Greetings My Lady, how may I help you?" The frail figure of the head butler approached you with a bright smile on his face.

"Is His Grace inside? May I come in?"

"Enter."

Even before the butler could inquire Satoru's curt voice called out. As per custom, an unmarried couple cannot stay alone in a room without a chaperone... But with the newly instated Grand Duke who would dare question his words and actions?

Without further delay, the old man opened the door to let you inside as you thank him.

Inside you're met by Satoru's haggard look, his shoulders hunched while reading through stacks of paper with his glasses on his beautiful blue eyes, his blue carvet has been loosened showing a sight of your beloved's firm and hard chest. You stopped a few meters away from his spruce desk.

"May I accompany you, Your Grace?" You curtsied and flash him a bright smile.

A heavy sigh left his lips and sets down the paper and removes his glasses, beckoning you to come near. Seeing his tired face your heart softened and immediately reach his cheeks with your hand, pressing your foreheads together. This time, a sigh of satisfaction left his lips, smiling a bit as you stare into his precious azure orbs with worry.

"This will take a while, you'll be bored to death here," Satoru adjusted his chair and made space so you can sit on his awaiting lap.

"It's alright, I will wait for you." You shake your head and declined the sweet offer of being held in his strong arms. Instead, you went to get yourself a book and recline on the resting corner. The velvety cushion of the couch sheltered you in the coldness of the vast office, the occasional flipping of your book and your mate's scribbling filled the afternoon calm.

"Did you touch someone else's blood?" A sudden question left his lips, you turn and saw Satoru's tall nose scrunch up and a small frown adorned his arctic brows.

"Yes, the son of the gardener fell down and I treated him. I can wash if you dislike the scent," you sit straight and set the book down.

Satoru shook his head and set aside his quilt. Pushing his chair back, long legs strode in your direction. Instinctively you made space for him beside you.

"Rest, you've worked hard."

You pat your lap and smiled warmly at your mate's expressionless face. Although the beautiful jade-like countenance of his remains ice stone cold, the tenderness of his precious blue orbs holds for is palpable that your beatless heart still flutters every time your eyes meet.

But, Satoru seems to have something else in mind. His Grace halted in front of you and bends on one knee. His gloved finger tugs on the laces of your boots and removes them from your feet.

"Sit comfortably," His finger pushes you to lean on the couch. Blue eyes look up to you, his irises dilated and glowing like the purest sapphire. However, the man sitting on the floor evades his face and lays his head on your lap.

Oh... Realization dawned on you what he's trying to do. Softly smiling you place your hand above his hand and comb your fingers through the white locks, heart soaring as you hear him purr in satisfaction thus you continue threading his hair as he stuffs his face on your lap.

"Are you hungry?" Ever gently you caress his cheeks lifting his chin by your finger, urging him to look at you.

"I'm thirsty... a bit," he murmured and stuffs his face even deeper into your lap, refusing to show you his face.

You chuckled, his pettiness and childish sides every so often surfaces when he's hungry. This is better compared to the early days you started feeding him. Back then it seems his belly is bottomless and he could barely keep his fangs off of you.

Leaning forward, you brought your lips above the shell of his ears and whispered in amusement.

"Then drink."

"You know what will happen the moment I taste your blood." He looks up and surely his eyes have gone deep blue like the stormy ocean, irises dilated and you could see his fangs starting to grow. "I can't... I have work," he groans in pain.

As if plagued, His Grace removes himself from your lap and flees back to his table, holding his head in a dilemma. Perhaps... it is indeed not time for feeding. You sigh at the stacked papers and made your way to the door, bidding him a small farewell

He'll come around once he's done.

So with a light heart, you followed through with your usual afternoon. Although you may not be the official Madame of the Gojo Ducal Household, the beautiful mark of a blue rose on your shoulderblade is enough to declare who you are bonded to for eternity.

The unattainable blue rose has found the garden he belongs. Satoru called it after you saw his mate marking.

The sun has set a long time ago. Tonight you especially filled your belly with a sumptuous meal knowing it'll sweeten your blood more. Human food may taste inferior to a vampire's tastebuds but there are certain dishes you love the most as a human until now as a vampire.

"My Lady, would you like me to bring you another meal? This one has gone cold." One of your handmaids gestured for the tray supposedly for His Grace, but not a sliver of his shadow has visited your shared bedroom.

"No, leave it there. You may retire for the night." Smiling, you dismissed her after she tidied your plates and quietly left.

His Grace is excellent at hiding his bloodlust. Even you—his mate—can only sense it a few seconds before he fully lets his instincts take over.

"Run" the soft whisper resounded in your ears.

Alarmed, your claws grew longer and swept your gaze across the large room but didn't sense a single movement.

"Run" this time it's a growl, but underneath you heard the silent whine and a mischievous smile filtered through your lips.

Lifting your skirt, you opened the windows and leap out of the 4th floor, landing perfectly on a tree trunk and with swift feet. Looking back into the opened window you whispered to the air.

"Catch me, Your Grace," and with a smirk you leap to the next branch, racing through the forest with nothing but darkness behind you.

Predators feed in the blood and thrill of the chase. Hearts accelerating and breaths kept low, instincts sharpened at one purpose... to feed. The side of Satoru's lips raises hearing your whisper brought by the wind.

"Gladly." Gloved fingers untied the stifling carvet around his neck, throwing the measly fabric on the floor. The window shutters opened and he jumped out, landing on his feet. He doesn't even have to use his vampiric senses to find you. The lingering scent of faint orange blossoms is enough to ignite the deep-seated hunger he's been suppressing.

Satoru's boots barely made any sound while following meters behind you. He could already sprint and pounce you down. But where's the fun in that? A smirk formed on his lips, your heart may have been frozen in time just like his but your soft giggles while trying so hard to regulate your breathing is more than enough for him to bask on a little longer before giving in to his thirst.

Those little habits of yours as a human that you never lost after turning into a vampire can only leave him shaking his head and smirking when you ask him how he can find you easily.

The night is cold, and Satoru can already foresee a storm moving in miles ahead. Perhaps... Picking up speed he catches up to reach for your hand but you easily slip away like silk, moving to a sharp curve and laughing at his failed attempt.

"You should never play with your prey, Your Grace," biting your lower lip, you disappeared from his sight and move further to the south of the forest.

"Y/n, come back it's starting to drizzle." Satoru huffs and races to catch you, stepping on branches to branches. He dislikes the dampness of the rain. It reminds him of ominous days.

"!"

Your soft gasp alerted him and Satoru in a blink of an eye spun around and catch the scruff of your collar before you slip 50 meters down the ground.

"I told you," he growls in warning before hoisting you up on your feet. Your scent is close to overpowering his self-control, but he can still stand it... Still... can... His throat constricted trying to block off your intoxicating smell that will leave him drooling just to indulge you in playing hide and seek with him.

"That doesn't count!" Pouting you spun on your heels, not even mouthing a simple thank you, and runs away.

Have I spoiled her too much?

He doesn't mind playing with you a bit more, but the rain and wind are starting to pick up. Satoru closed his eyes and trace your gaits, heightening his senses. In no time he already caught up to your back, grabbed your wrist, spun you back, and crashed you to his chest.

"I think this is quite enough, mate. It's cold..." He murmured. So far from the stoic Grand Duke revered and worshipped by his constituents, who would believe that the Grand Duke Gojo who slaughtered days and nights straight in the war would be tormented by a small rain?

"Then drink, you keep playing with your food," you chuckled.

"You are not." He warned and pulled the sleeve of your dress revealing his mate mark immaculately engraved on your shoulder blade. "You're my mate."

Satoru drags his sharp fangs on the edge of your shoulders granting you a spine-shivering thrill of his canines hovering over the hollow of your throat. He chuckled at your fist curling on his clothes clutching him for support. Slowly his nose nuzzled your pulse point, holding your waist firmly so you can rest all your weight on him.

"I still prefer biting your thighs," he mumbled, sounding like an aggrieved child, begging for your affection.

"You're hopeless," you shook your head and felt his hand scoop the back of your knee while you wrap your arms around his neck and he travel back to the manor. The moment he step into the room Satoru didn't waste time tossing you in the bed, pulling both your boots off and tearing off the skirt of the sheer dress, exposing your plump thighs to his starving eyes.

"Excellent." His head dived down and wasted no time in biting down and lazily feeding on the steady trickle of your creamy blood flooding his senses with the ecstasy surpassing any worldly pleasure he has ever partaken in, sighing in satisfaction as you play with his hair and scratch his nape.

"You are a vixen," he licks to close the pierced holes and moves to capture your lips. Hands roaming around each body tugging the clothes and moaning each one's names. His claws find the top of your dress and effortlessly rip it off.

"Much charmed Your Grace," a soft chuckle left your lips as you rolled around and sat above him ripping off his tunic and bringing his wrist to your lips where your mate mark—a red and black butterfly fluttering above a lotus is deeply engraved, kissing it with adoration before leaning down to bury your face in his neck and sink in your fangs.

"Ah!" Satoru hissed and held your nape, stroking your back to encourage you more into sinking further your scorching fangs into his cold veins. Your hums and gulps are too cute and the more he listens to it the more he uncomfortably shifts underneath you from the surge of arousal coursing into his bloodstream while feeling your soft body straddle and feed on him.

Before you came, he would wander throughout the lands, trying to find a good hunt to fill his ravenous appetite. Satoru could empty a whole mountain and all its living things yet none of those could ever quench his thirst. If none of them could, then he would just rather starve himself than fill his belly with disgusting blood. Until you...

Perhaps the ravenous appetite wasn't about the food. What his soul was yearning is a bond with someone that could genuinely share with his blood and body for eternity.

Stroking your head laying on top of his bare chest, Satoru pulled up the duvet to shield your sleeping body, tired from the amorous activities shared between you two amidst the thunderstorm outside. Satoru could care less, as long as you're safe in his arms.

He's faithfully bound himself to you forevermore.

Footnotes/References:

[Marquess *1: is an example of a courtesy title bestowed upon noble children or relatives before they succeed the noble title of their parents or of any royal connection. It is not of any legal significance but rather a custom or courtesy the same as honorifics.]

—GreyCaelum

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i just read your vampire duke gojo x vampire reader and i've been having this week of reading pregnant readers (i know it's weird 😭) but what if vampire reader gets pregnant (by gojo of course) and gets kidnapped by the hunters 👀 i just can't imagine how mad gojo would be,,, he'll definitely massacre these hunters 😆

Hi, thank you for visiting! Nope, not at all, it's not weird I read those 24/7 LOL, especially A/B/O ones but those are quite rare finds.

Lemme add something to that, COLD has actually a small drabble in the end that I didn't post this one because I was running out of time while editing it.

CursedTales Chapters have different cultures from the usual vampires, werewolves, and other more folklore verses. Will be further explained in upcoming chapters.

Swift wind passes Yuta and when he looked forward his Uncle is already leaping into the rainy night heading towards the forest. The apathetic duke only uses emotion when it comes to the Lady. And Yuta sympathizes with whoever trespassed the lands, His Grace will never bestow clemency to anyone who threatens his and his mate's sanctuary.

"What do you think you're doing in my land mutt?"

They came to a clearing where a huge man in shadows is laying on the damp grass while looking up to the crying sky.

Yuta's eyes narrowed and move to guard his Uncle's back, scrunching his nose in disgust from the earthy scent of the canine before them.

"You are the lord of this land?" The sleeping man opened and red eyes met the blue ones.

"Leave my place."

"Good grief, suckers like you can't even let one man rest." The red-eyed man smirked and sit up. His nose moved, sniffing the air and looking up to them. "I'm looking for someone. She smells like orange blossoms."

"Not my business, leave."

Yuta looked down, hearing the low growl in his Uncle's command.

"You smell like her..." The man emerged from the shadows, markings adorning his copper skin an emblem like a crown marked on his forehead, pink hair a little brighter and it will be of blood shade. "I can smell her blood in you."

Yuta's eyes widened. Blood splattered along with the rain. The white tunic of His Grace turned red as the man earlier fell with a hole in his guts.

"Fool." Satoru coldly eyed the fallen body and turned his heel to leave.

Deranged laughter echoed in the dark forest disturbing the hiding critters and booming with the thunder and streak of lightning. Red eyes preyed on the neck of His Grace.

"Well, she is with you," black claws fly by, and white strands of hair fell along with blood dripping down the white jade skin. The Grand Duke's stoic face turned grim and wintery blue eyes glowed in the stormy night.

"Give me back my queen, my mate." The Lycan King demanded swinging away blood from his black claws.

So imagine, if you were pregnant with Satoru's heir and Sukuna robs you away claiming you are his long-lost mate and queen he lost because of hunters raiding your village. Sukuna has been searching for you far and wide and now that he found you... He can't believe you've been turned to the very kind he abhorred and even carrying the child of the bane to Sukuna's existence.

Back to the Ducal Residence. Everyone has already fleed away from the manor after the Grand Duke went on a blind rampage after seeing your blood staining the carpet and not a whiff of your scent in the room. Satoru almost choked Yuta to death just because you were fearful of the intruder in his land what more if you were taken away from him? Keep in mind Satoru was the reason the vampires won over the Lycans in the war.

He will burn down everything to ashes. No doubt not even ruins will be left of the Lycan's pack the moment Satoru traces you. And if you're harmed with his child... He will most surely enter a frenzied state of killing anyone in sight, deeming anything and anyone an enemy apart from you.

But then again, the King of Lycans is not an enemy to be taken lightly.

La Luna Chapters

—Grey,

#yeah Duke Satoru is a yandere #in terms of your safety #you choose who you'll follow #is it the Grand Duke or the King #vampire gojo satoru #lycan sukuna #vampire reader #gojo satoru imagines #greycaelum #grey says #cursedtales chapters #vampire gojo x reader x lycan sukuna

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greycaelum · 2 years

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

(Cursedtales Chapters: Vampire Duke Gojo Satoru X Vampire Reader)

[Grey says: Happy White Day! So here's a little fixation I wanna share with you...]

[Notes & Warning: dark content: (BLOODSUCKING, blood lust,) if you're uncomfortable with the idea, press the 'back' button. Yourself, your responsibility.]

Cold

Hunger...

Your throat burns as your stomach walls squeeze each other. All this for the sake of restraint and your oath to him. You must've gone deeper in your madness for prioritizing someone's words than your sanity. But the simple thought of his beautiful icy blue eyes looking at you in disappointment makes your beatless heart crumble in despair.

"Satoru," you cried as you curl yourself to a fetal position, tears dribbling down your cheeks. Your cold body pulsed in scorching greed to sink your fangs in tender flesh and suck sweet blood to quench the starvation of your inner beast.

You need blood.

"My little kitten, you can only drink from me, do you understand?"

Your sob grew harder thinking about him. Your body feels like it's submerged in the ocean of ice but your gut is flaming in the needs of something... the need of his embrace. Satoru's arms are as cold as yours but it was your solace to fill the emptiness of your soul.

"Satoru!" You screamed in tears. "I need you." Whimpering your voice cracked.

This is useless. You fell down the bed in misery.

He's away sorting out loose threads in his fief after the grand duke passed away leaving you in his manor alone for your safety and comfort albeit you're now starving and going crazy. It's been days you've barred the doors of your room despite the maids asking for you, bringing food, and pleading for you to at least drink a glass of water.

You can't eat... You'll only starve harder if you eat human food.

What you need the most is blood. Fresh blood.

It doesn't have to be Satoru's... as long as it's fresh blood...

Your golden eyes darted to the glass window... down the manor is a village.

Satoru... I'm sorry.

II.

Heavy rain poured while the grand duke's carriage hasten in the night to reach the ducal palace.

Satoru looks out of the window with a blank face. He dislikes the heat of the glaring sun but the more he hates the dampness of rain. The earthy scent of mud irritates his sense of smell the rustling of trees and whistling of the trees are too noisy for his hearing... And he feels cold.

Satoru's heart has long been covered with frost, subjected to be frozen in time between life and death but when she's near... As long as she's near, he could swear his heart would pulse so loud almost breaking the cage it is hidden in. Her orange blossom sweet scent calms down the malevolence in him.

And it's been days I haven't seen her, hold her, and feed with her... Satoru suppressed a growl, clenching and unclenching his fist to relieve the vexation inside him. That geezer, does he have to die in the rainy season? He could've at least chosen somewhere between fall or spring where the weather doesn't make the travel slow and dirty.

Listening to the number of roofs to be repaired, funds to be used, walls, drainages, and so on, it's been a hell to keep his claws sheathed while listening to the babbling of town chiefs. He was ready to go home but this monsoon just have to start a flood and stranded him miles away from his mate.

"Your Grace, we're here."

The moving stopped and the coachman quickly opened the chaise but Satoru had already climbed down, half-running to the large doors ignoring the wetness of the rain soiling his cloak and boots.

"Your Grace, welcome home. Shall I prepare the bath?" The head butler welcomed him.

"Where is my fiancee?" With large strides, he crossed the main hall up to the grand staircase. The butler could barely match his pace.

"Her Ladyship has been refusing to leave her room, ever since you left she has locked her door."

Fuck! Y/n, I'm home my little kitten.

"Do not allow anyone on the third floor until I come down."

III.

Cold.

When was it since you've felt this bone-chilling frost?

"Are y-you alone?"

Your eyes look up and met those cold blue eyes. A man with snow-white hair and in a black coat. Looking down on your mangled body laying on the cold red drenched snow with the raging blizzard.

Why are your eyes colder than this snow?

You're really stupid. You're dying but all you could think is ask him such an absurd question. This is why they managed to wound you and leave you to die in this harsh snowstorm.

The man crouch down and his gloved finger touch your forehead. Your blood drenched his white gloves and you could swear his beautiful blue eyes turned a hundred shades darker, they're like the glacier rivers shining in the dark artic night with the faint glow of the aurora. Breathtaking yet too fickle to gaze upon because the coldness could render everyone turns back and seek warmth.

Warmth...

"Do you want to live?"

Live? Then what? Be hunted by those people as they drive you to death once again?

"I h-have nothing m-more."

Ironically you'd rather freeze to death here alone than go back and seek comfort from strangers who will sooner or later exploit you.

"Then live for me."

Tell me, why? I'm dying but your eyes are colder than my coming death.

"I'm sorry." Cold fingertips brush your cheeks.

Warm... Tingles of sparks fluttered in your heart that has stopped beating for a long time ago.

Vanilla and creamy scent flooded your nostrils, hunger finally burned the last thread of your sanity and seeped into your inner instincts that you could hear the flow of blood in the veins your eyes popped open and reach your shaking hands up.

You're met by a pair of tender blue eyes, and strong arms lifting your body to be placed above a steady lap. The sound of clothes being loosened and the sight of white jade skin with fine veins running along evoked your senses so clear and vivid despite the hunger weighing you down.

"Drink as much as you need," the simple whisper rendered your brain distraught in pleasure and avarice.

Fangs bared and eyes brimming in bloodlust you grab Satoru's collar and sink in your sharp canines into his cold flesh.

Sweet... Heavy and thick. You sucked harder not getting enough. Your mate... Tears stream down your cheeks and saltiness mix with your meal. You missed this... You missed his sweet blood, his rough hand softly stroking your head, the faint scent of sandalwood clinging to his skin his coldness... you missed his coldness.

Gripping his arms you push your body against his hard chest.

"Keep still, we'll fall—!"

Too late, with another forceful push, you straddle his abdomen and whined between your gulps. Too sweet... more... more... You could never get enough of how honey-like Satoru's blood taste like. No, it's sweeter than honey and creamier than vanilla.

"Ahh!" Satoru moaned long fingers thread your hair. "Fuck, keep going, Kitten." He caresses your neck, shoving your nape closer to him, beautiful groans slipping out of the cold duke's gritted teeth

"Hmmm," you sighed, gulping generous amounts of scrumptious blood taming down the wildness of your instincts.

Perhaps it's because he's your mate... or maybe because his blood is the only one you've ever had except for a few critters when you barely suppressed your newly born self a long time ago. But one thing's for sure... Satoru has the most delicious blood.

"Bad kitten," Satoru drawled when you retracted your fangs and run your soft tongue over the two cute pierced holes you've made by the hollow of his neck. This time you softly lapped up his scarlet blotched pale skin in silent apology of your brashness earlier. You licked him some more until Satoru flip you both around and hovered above your still weak body, his elbows propped by the sides of your head with your faces inches apart.

A smirk curling in his pale pink lips, tall nose descended down to rub your cheeks, tickling and nudging the adorable plump of flesh. One of your eyes closed, purring and humming at the wonderful sensation of his tall nose tracing your face down to your jaws.

"Had your fill?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, I ripped your tunic again," you looked down and saw the large rip on his white tunic. Grimacing, your eyes averted to the burning candle beside the bed. The gossips of the maids about their master's ripped tunic and the tailor busily sending new ones since you came home with him cannot escape your keen hearing and you could only blush by the corner of the wall.

"Don't you think that's too late after all that you've ripped off from me?" Satoru flashed you a wolfish grin and lean down to give your lips a small kiss and stared into your eyes again. "I don't mind ripping the rest for you."

His beautiful blue eyes sparkle in glee making you smile too just thinking that he's happy. Your eyes darted to his neck with little blotches of blood your tongue smeared earlier... Maybe... just a little bite...

Internally you furiously shake your head. Satoru is also tired, you can't drain him! No!

"You stink." Your nose scrunched up and push him off of you. Control yourself Y/n.

"Hmmm, after your debauchery with my body, now you throw me aside?" Satoru cocks an artic brow at you and stretches his arms open wide. You stare at his glistening skin, hard muscular chest exposed by the rip running from the collar down to the half of the tunic.

"I don't, but you stink Your Grace. Like squirrels and horses clung to you while you're away from me. And I find it extremely displeasing," you grumbled but your thumb caress the fading bite mark on his pale neck.

"Fair point."

Satoru removed himself and tuck you under the duvet. Soft lips kissed your forehead.

"Get some rest. I'll join you after I wash." Satoru turned to leave and you're left in the spacious room, watching the large raindrops fall and thunder rage on.

Your tongue swirled on the spaces of your teeth, the lingering aftertaste of Satoru's delectable blood made your toes curl and whimper. You hope he eats human food before coming back up.

"No, he's also tired. Satoru needs rest." You convinced yourself while looking at the barred window. The inner beast in you was clawing to get out of this room and race to the nearby forest but the foul scent of monkshood brought by the rain breeze and distinct clanking of iron terrified you immobile and curled up to the corner of the room.

They were passing by.

Just thinking about them shivers ran down your spine.

Unlike Satoru, your strength is nowhere a quarter to defend yourself from ferocious hunters... Especially those who hunt your kind.

"You're in distress," cold breathe blew over the shell of your ears. You turn around and Satoru dressed in his black night robes climbs in your bed. 'What's going in your mind?"

Should you tell him? If Satoru knows he might leave again for a hunt. He's not the kind to let a threat wander around his territory. You stare at his huge figure illuminated by the faint candlelight.

Perhaps sensing your reluctance Satoru opened his arms for you.

"Did you run into trouble on your way home Your Grace?"

"If getting stranded in a flood is considered one, then yes." He hummed when you place your head above his chest, while your hand drape to his shoulders. "What's wrong? Did something happen while I was away?"

You nod.

"I sensed them pass by." Rubbing your face to your mate's sandalwood scent body, hugging him tight after days of separation is a halcyon to your frosted heart. "But I'm glad you're home..."

Satoru didn't answer instead his finger lifted your chin. He sweetly kissed and nibble the plump of your lower lip.

"Satoru," you gasp, clutching his shirt, looking into his tender eyes. Satoru smiled and kissed you again, eagerly, passionately, filled with longing as his sharp fangs hovered the side of your mouth.

"Uhmmm," you gasped at the sting of his canine piercing your lower lip, sipping a steady stream of blood. Long tongue salaciously lapping the trail of blood trailing down your jaws. You could hear the low purring of satisfaction in Satoru's voice while sucking a little hard that will leave your lips swollen and red.

Satoru gaze at you with lusty eyes, licking the side of your mouth and lean in to kiss you some more.

"My Kitten, I will behead anyone who dares to lay a finger on you."

IV.

"Master, our borders have indeed been breached but there was no damage more than a broken steel gate." A young man in a white swallow tailcoat with a sword strapped around his waist kneeled before Satoru who is sitting on the edge of the windowsill a large bundle curled up in his arms.

Yuta recognizes the person held by the Grand Duke lovingly in his arms. The only person those hard cold blue eyes turn tender and affectionately upon is sleeping snug and tight in the arms of her mate. Wrapped in the duvet with the occasional streak of lightning you seemed you will melt like a snowflake if not handled with care in Satoru's hold.

The streak of lightning made the icy blue eyes glow like the hanging icicles from a cave, sharp enough to pierce through flesh and bones. It shifted to Yuta, turning stone-cold once more.

"Yuta, tell me..."

He's scary not because he bites, he's scary because he doesn't have any intention of moving but his eyes are enough to kill. Yuta swallowed a hard gulp and bowed even lower.

"What's the use of vampire senses as keen as yours... if you cannot prevent intruders?"

"Please forgive my incapability, Master," Yuta shuddered, inhaling hard to breathe in as the air in the room condensed thickly, cutting off the oxygen until he dropped to the floor and vision turned dark.

Perhaps sensing the dark aura in your sleep you faintly whined in discomfort. Satoru fell silent and hugged your slumbering body, smoothing the crease of your temples with a tender kiss of apology.

Immediately the darkness dissolved and Yuta desperately gasp for air.

"I'm sorry, everything is fine," Soft whispers soothed the lady, Satoru stroked her head tenderly as if he didn't almost suffocate his retainer to death just seconds ago. "Wait for me outside, we're going to hunt."

"A-as your command." Yuta draw a shaky breath, bowed, and hasten out of the room

He can't help but look back to what his Uncle was before the Lady came with him.

Yuta grew up watching his distant Uncle shed blood like a madman. The new Master of the Gojo dukedom was known to be a lunatic on the battlefield. Seven years ago the war against the Lycans ended abruptly a month after His Grace joined in the war. He tore heads with barehand. Unlike the vampires going to frenzy feeding with all the blood. He was invulnerable to the ocean of blood that could render vampires insane. His Grace walked through the place as if taking a stroll while Lycans' heads roll down behind him massacring a legion of Lycans singlehandedly.

He remembers how he executed his own mother after falling into the madness of inability to distinguished between an ally and foe. Yuta believed his Uncle could never shed any emotion from his empty face and unsympathetic eyes. But then the Lady came. The heartless hunter he knew drastically changed...

Swift wind passes Yuta and when he looked forward his Uncle is already leaping into the rainy dark night heading towards the forest. The apathetic duke only uses emotion when it comes to the Lady. And Yuta sympathizes with whoever trespassed the lands, His Grace will never bestow clemency to anyone who threatens his and his mate's sanctuary.

—GreyCaelum

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