#walt de ville fanfiction

[bi-bard]

Lovely Night - Walt Deville Imagine (The Invitation)

Title: Lovely Night

Pairing: Walt Deville X Reader

Word Count: 945 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: (Y/n) spends their first night in the manor. Much to Walt's delight and (Y/n)'s nervousness.

Author's Note: There! I did it! Maybe my TikTok fyp will let me have peace now.

Is Walt out of character in this? Probably, but I wanted to write this so fuck it. (still haven't seen the film, be nice to me.)

Oh, and Happy Halloween!

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The first thing being around Walt taught me was that when it came to fight-or-flight, my response was fight.

He had a tendency to walk silently. Unless there were other people reacting to seeing him, I would never know when he would just kind of pop up.

That's why when a pair of arms wrapped around me with no warning while I was looking out one of the windows in Walt's room, I flinched and tried to turn around immediately.

"Shh," I heard Walt chuckle in my ear. "It's just me."

I let out a sigh as I relaxed. I slapped his hand lightly, hearing him chuckle.

"You know that you can't just pop up around me," I muttered.

He chucked again, pressing a kiss to the skin behind my ear. He hummed against my skin. I closed my eyes a bit, trying to calm any remaining nerves.

"You're nervous," Walt noted.

"You just scared me."

"(Y/n)..."

I continued staring out the window. Of course, I was nervous. I hadn't stayed overnight in the manor before. It felt weird the more I thought about it, but it simply never felt necessary before he had offered.

I had been trying to maintain a calm, happy air throughout the whole night. Through dinner, I had done pretty well. But now... I wasn't sure if it was being in his room or the idea of lying next to him for the night that made me so anxious. Probably both.

I felt a kiss touch the curve of my jaw.

"What's going through your mind," he asked quietly.

"It's nothing," I reached one hand up and touched the hair on the back of his head. "It's silly."

"Silly or not, I don't like seeing you worried," he replied. "I just want to help."

"I... I'm just nervous about tonight," I confessed. "I know I have nothing to worry about. I trust you. But I cannot shake the feeling in my stomach."

There was a brief moment where my confession hung in the air. I couldn't tell if it weighed as heavily on him as it did on me. I was embarrassed.

Walt stepped back, his arms falling away from me. I turned around when he did.

I was about to ramble out some apology when he reached out to touch my side, pulling me closer to him. I almost stumbled into him.

"What are you doing, Walt," I asked, forcing a chuckle.

His other hand took mine. "Dancing."

"Right now... here?"

He nodded.

"Why?"

"Well, my love," he moved his hand from my side just long enough to guide my free hand to his shoulder, "you seem very relaxed when we've danced together. I'm hoping the same effect will apply here."

I smiled. "Thank you."

He grinned back to me. "Nothing to thank me for."

There was something funny about dancing around a room with no music. No beat to follow or anything to fill the silence. I found myself just laughing quietly as Walt guided us through the space in the middle of the room.

I felt like every moment with him, I fell for him a little more. I wondered if he experienced the same thing I was. If he was, he hid it well. Always so calm and relaxed. Meanwhile, I almost hyperventilated when he first kissed me.

And he accepted my nerves like they were no burden to him. What I did to deserve feeling like this, I would never know. I was just happy to feel this way.

Walt slowed our dance to a stop. He walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge and smiling at me. I smiled back, walking to join him.

I stopped in front of him, waiting for him to speak.

He didn't.

He reached out and carefully pulled me forward a few steps.

He brought my hand up to his lips, watching me as he kissed the palm to the tip of each finger to the back of my hand. I grinned, my free hand moving to run through his hair. He smiled before moving to kiss my wrist.

"Is there anything else I can do to help make you more comfortable, my love," he asked.

I couldn't form a response as he kissed my wrist again. He hummed to me, an almost cocky grin pulling at his lips.

"Lay with me," he said. Not a question. Just an instruction.

I nodded.

He stood up, suddenly chest to chest with me.

Walt always was this mix of strange and enchanting. I think he liked it that way. Always leave some form of curiosity. Something for outsiders to latch onto. To constantly need to figure out.

He led me around the side of the bed. He pulled the covers back for me, letting me move onto the mattress first. Once my head relaxed onto the pillow, he crawled into bed next to me.

His hand cupped my cheek, smile growing as he ran his thumb along my skin.

"How are you feeling, my love," he asked softly.

"Good," I replied quietly. "Tired, but good."

Walt leaned over and kissed me gently, moving over closer to me under the covers. I reached up to rest my hands over his. I smiled into the kiss. Completely comfortable, completely peaceful.

At the time, I didn't know all of Walt's secrets.

Looking back on it now, I don't think I would've cared. By that point, all I wanted was him, no matter the cost. It was all so simple in my mind. He was the center of my attention. He always had been.

And I think we both adored it that way.

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Author's Note: Fun fact, there was a completely different plotline written, but I decided to scrap it because I was having trouble getting it to flow. I may write it if there's enough demand for it. It was a fun one, it was just taking a very long time.

Also, the spelling of this man's last name is gonna be the death of me.

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Tulips 🌷Walter Deville x Fem!Reader-The Invitation

Summary: You go about your day each week, doing the things in which you enjoy (garden work outside in the garden you own in the cottage house you have) and even taking care of the mini farm in which you have that’s located across your cottage home) when one day, he sees you from a little bit away, he can’t take his eyes off you, that’s when he becomes your new secret admirer. He (aka Walter Deville) starts leaving little gifts for you in your garden that you take note of and one day, the time you and Walter meet brings a few surprises that you certainly didn’t expect in your life.

(A/N: This was originally going to be writen as a Female OC character paired with Walter story, but I changed my mind and thought writing it as y/n reader paired with Walter looked better. Y/N is the main female lead in this.

Also, there's a lot of use of the words "darling" and "my love" included in this. Mini warning as it gets a little intense towards the middle, but nothing spicy or violent happens.

This is similar to @bi-bard 's work on here. After reading her's, I got inspired to write my own version, or something similar. I love the one she wrote!

By no means, is this a remake or copy of her's. The one I wrote is inspired by the one she wrote.

I aplogize if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes in this.

I hope you all enjoy <3)

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It was always bright and sunny. No rain or cloud ever filled the sky, and when it did it was still peaceful to say the least. Each day of every week was pretty much the same. I would go to school, theatre school that is, then to work, and finally back home to my lovely cottage home. With everyday being beautiful outdoors, I took the opportunity to continue my garden work, which I became very passionate about.

My garden was filled with mainly flowers. From sunflowers to roses that perfectly lined up in a delicate row as one all around the garden.

A few steps away from my garden was my mini farm that did in fact have a couple animals living in it. A golden baby chick that was always waddling around, one pretty pink piglet, and a goose with fur white as snow.

Those animals were almost like my children. I adored taking care of them. That is exactly what I did every day when I came home from a busy day out each week.

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It was a new week when I had come back home from being at school and then work. I stepped outside to water the flowers in the garden when I began to feel as though I was being watched.

“I’m feeling someone’s presence, but there’s literally no one around me” I thought to myself, furrowing my eyebrows as I quickly glanced all around and behind me and even straight ahead, outside the wooden gate that separated my home from the other half, that lead to the hills and empty fields that lead to more beautiful emptiness in the cottage atmosphere in which I was in.

Not thinking much of it, I shook it off, shaking my head briefly and then returned to my garden work and then headed over to my farm to greet my lovely animal friends.

Unbeknownst to me, as I was walking to the farm, that’s when the same presence recurred again. A little ways away from the farm and my house, there he was. Kneeling down and hiding behind a tree that was next to the cobblestone filled pathway that anyone could walk on, passing through the neighborhood.

He studied my every move from when I glided out of my garden and over to my farm and then walked into it. I had no clue there was a person there.

The person who hid behind the tree liked what he was seeing and wanted to get to know me, but he didn’t exactly know how to make the move and strike up a conversation with me. A sudden idea came to his mind and quickly disappeared to wherever he lived, knowing just what to do to get my attention, hopefully.

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The next day rolled around and as soon as I got home and into my garden, I noticed something that wasn’t there before. Moving closer to it, I raised my eyebrow from curiosity when I saw a small golden key that looked like it could open a door, with a few tulips attached to it. I gently picked up the key and tulips and examined it for a few minutes in my hands.

“Why is there a key with tulips attached to it? This is difficult to understand" I asked myself.

Shrugging it off again, I walked back inside to my cottage home where I gently unwrapped the tulips from the key and placed them in a vase filled with water, letting them grow and show off their beauty in the inside of my home.

"Wow, that actually is really pretty." I thought to myself as I examined the tulips in the vase that was sitting atop my dining room table.

The day was finished and soon another began. I opened my door and glanced down and saw a small pile of tulips waiting for me to take them in.

I widened my eyes and covered my mouth with my hand as I quickly knelt down to pick up the flowers.

"What is happening here? This is starting to become creepy." I whispered to myself as I glanced down at the flowers quickly before looking around to see if someone nearby would confess that they sent the flowers.

No one was around. Great!

Quickly, I put the new set of flowers in the same vase with the first three and then headed to school and work for the day.

"It could be a quick mistake that the mailman made. Mix Ups in delivery are a common mistake that are easily fixable. Yes! That's gotta be it" I thought to myself while being at school.

This mysterious tulip situation was all that I could think about and focus on.

Nothing else. This was becoming an overwhelming distraction that I needed to stop thinking about.

I had to either find out who's behind this or put an end to it soon.

Hopefully the mysterious person would confess sooner rather than later.

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It was when I got home for the night when I noticed yet another thing that caught my eye right on the steps of my home.

Reaching my front steps, I knelt down and picked up this letter and with it were more tulips. Of course.

Furrowing my eyebrows in slight confusion as I began to read and try to understand the letter in which it read the following, "Greetings Y/N, you are cordially invited to the New Carfax Abbey manor to meet Walter Deville, the lord of the manor. He has taken an interest in meeting you. If you accept, the meeting is scheduled for tomorrow. Transportation will be provided. Best wishes.

P.s. bring the gold key"

I shook my head in slight disbelief. How was all of this happening so fast? I felt a sudden thrill because I knew I would soon find out and meet the one who sent the tulips. Whoever this Walter person is.

I couldn't help but giggle when the letter mentioned bringing the key, "I was wondering what the key was about."

I went inside and then proceeded to do my fun hobbies outdoors and took care of my animal friends.

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The day in which I had been waiting for had arrived. I looked out my window, pacing back and forth, kind of impatiently as I waited for my source of transportation. Whatever vehicle it would be.

Holding the gold key in my hands, a sudden knock on my front door was heard. I gasped softly and quickly scurried to the door and opened it and saw an older man standing a few feet away from my door.

"Are you miss Y/N, L/N?" The older man asked in a neutral, calm tone of voice and emotion.

"Yes, that is me, in the flesh. Are you Walter Deville?" I questioned quickly as the older man shook his head briefly.

"No. I'm the butler of the manor. You can call me Mr. Field. I've worked with Walter for many years." Mr. Field introduced briefly.

I nodded slightly.

"Come along now. Walter is expecting your arrival and wouldn't want to keep him waiting too much longer." Waved Mr.Field as he turned around and walked back to the black old fashioned Cadillac.

I quickly locked up my home and then followed suit to the car, thanking Mr. Field as he held open the car door for me as I got in.

Moments later, the drive to the manor began. My eyes loved and enjoyed the outdoor sights as we got closer to the manor. My heart beamed with excitement as we passed a few flower gardens that stood out in the green grassy open fields.

I got so wrapped up in the excitement of the flowers that I didn't realize we had arrived at the manor. Mr. Field helped escort me out of the car and seconds later, I found myself in awe while looking up at the manor that I stood before.

"Wow. This place is incredible" I whispered to myself, while admiring its beauty and mysteriousness for as much as I could before my thoughts of admiration were interrupted.

"Miss Y/N, I introduce to you the lord of the manor, Walter Deville." Announced Mr. Field as he motioned an arm to the man who walked down the steps and over to me with smooth, delicate, and quick steps who just so happened to be Walter Deville himself.

Walter was definitely not who I expected, but it was a pleasant surprise to say the least. "Thank you, Mr. Field for the introduction. I'll take it from here." Walter kindly said to Mr. Field as he quickly nodded his head and bowed and scurried away, leaving it to just be Walter and I.

"You must be Y/N? It's an honor to finally meet you" Said Walter as he smiled brightly. I smiled back, trying not to blush.

"That's me. It's nice to meet you too, Walter"

"Oh, please you can call me Walt, dear" Walt winked and smiled more. I widened my eyes and nodded. "Oh, why of course. It's nice to meet you, Walt"

Him and I smiled at each other for a few seconds more, the blush and heat growing on my face more and more. Walt then held out his arm and motioned for me to take his arm in mine, "Come along, dear. I think it's appropriate to show you a tour of the manor. I think you'll love it"

I smiled and wrapped my arm into his and followed his lead as we made it into the manor. The manor was even more breathtaking on the inside as well on the outside. Classic works of art or paintings that looked like art were displayed perfectly all throughout the manor.

Followed by this was a large beautiful cobblestone grand staircase that I found myself barely having time to really admire as I found Walt guiding me up the staircase and through a pathway that led to different rooms.

Walt showed me every room possible, from the kitchen to the grand library, which I thought was incredible.

As we were walking through the large open hallways, Walt glanced down at me and smiled softly, "I would be honored if you told me about yourself."

Glancing up at him, I smiled too and then gently shook my head, leaning it forward just a bit, "Oh okay. Uhmm, what would you like to know?"

"Anything. What do you enjoy doing for fun? Hobbies of any sort?" Walt replied, wiggling his eyebrows slightly as he continued to look at me.

I giggled and blushed, looking away from him briefly to relax my face. "Well, I enjoy performing, you know acting in plays, becoming characters that you normally would never be in reality." I firstly mentioned, looking back over at Walt as he remained quiet but was eager for me to continue talking.

"I guess I've always had a strong passion for performing ever since I was younger and being in my first play in school, Really helped set that goal for me. I should also mention that being outdoors, gardening in particular. I've always enjoyed planting flowers ever since I was child. It's another passion of mine if you will" I smiled more as I finished my long answer about myself.

Walt smiled as he nodded his head, showing me that he was listening. "Lovely answers, darling. It's refreshing to see those passions within you. Speaking of gardens, if you look out this window you'll see the manor garden out there. Please feel free to use it any time you wish."

My smile grew and grew as the excitement in me increased. I was becoming more and more speechless.

"I can assure you that there are plenty of tulips in the garden waiting for you, darling" Said Walt, with another charming wink my way.

I widened my eyes and gasped softly after putting the pieces of the days and even weeks before together. With the mysterious gold key to the tulips always showing up at my house.

Walt was the one who sent them.

"H-how did you know? Wait, you were the one who sent them? You sent the tulips, didn't you?" I asked, raising my eyebrow slightly.

Walt chuckled once more and nodded, "You are absolutely right, darling. I did send you those things."

"I honestly never would have guessed. But why did you send them, Walt?" I asked softly as I gently crossed my arms in a neutral way, staring back at Walt.

"I happened to be in your neighborhood and let's just say that you caught my eye but I didn't know how to talk to you before that, so sending the tulips was my way of communicating. I knew you'd like them. Any flower really. You can say that I was your secret admirer" Said Walt, smiling even more brightly than before.

How was any of the things I'm hearing coming out of his mouth possible? My mind couldn't comprehend the fact that I did in fact have a first secret admirer. Growing up, that was something I struggled with not having. I wasn't the type that people crushed on or liked me back if I felt that way towards them.

Learning to accept that fact was indeed a hard pill to swallow, but over time, I got used to it. Knowing that Walt (maybe) had a crush on me, sent shock waves all through my body of adrenaline.

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On the next (last) stop in our tour, I found myself raising my eyebrow in slight confusion as Walt and I stood in front of a door in which I had no clue as to what was behind it.

Walt turned around and glanced at me for a second, taking both my hands into his, "May I have the key please, darling?" He kindly asked while pursing his lips slightly that fell into a smirk.

Getting lost in his beautiful and mysterious expressions and features, I nodded quickly while stumbling out for words. I removed one of my hands from his briefly to retrieve the key that was in my pocket.

After handing it to him, he let go of my hand to turn and face the door as he inserted the key into the door in which it just so happened to unlock the room.

Brilliant.

Walt quickly glanced at me once more while unlocking the door, smirking that instantly caused me to blush. I giggled and my eyes fell to the ground for a moment, then back up when Walt held the door open for me, leading me inside.

The room was pitch black for a few moments, which caused me to furrow my eyebrows and my heart rate to increase slightly because I could'nt see a thing, that's how dark it was, "What is this place, Walt?" I asked out loud, hoping Walt would respond.

"You'll see, darling." Walt replied with a small giggle. A faint whooshing noise was heard and suddenly there was light in the entire room which revealed what the room was.

Seeing the audience chairs and large stage took my breath away. I knew exactly where we were, what this room was as I instantly loved it. I couldn't help but smile.

"Do you like it?" Walt asked softly, smiling at me. I quickly nodded and continued to smile back at him.

"Yes. Yes I do. It's magnificent. You have an auditorium fit for performers like me and fit for hosting performances in your mansion"

Walt chuckled at my reaction, "I had a strong feeling you might be pleased with it. You are always more than welcome to use it anytime, darling"

I smiled at the sound of that. A silence was heard for a few brief moments, until I heard Walt begin to speak again.

"What drew you to performing?"

I looked up at him and smiled, as my mind raced quickly to think of an answer that wouldn't sound boring or repetitive to him. "Oh uhmm, I guess ever since being in grade school and taking the drama classes there and being in the drama club really sparked my interest. Being on that stage alongside my friends as we pretended to be characters that we're usually not was a lot of fun for me." I said softly while smiling, my heart began to race, hoping that I didn't say too much to Walt.

He smiled and nodded his head while still looking at me, "Good answer. I think it brought a lot of happiness to your friends that you feel that way."

I nodded too while chuckling. "You're too kind. I really appreciate that, Walt."

"This auditorium, along with the garden is yours, darling. Everything in the manor here is yours. I hope I'll someday get to see you perform." Stated Walt as he playfully smirked again, causing me to blush uncontrollably.

"Perhaps you could even teach me how to perform." Walt suggested, which made me furrow my eyebrows in a playful way as a giggle escaped my lips.

"You really want acting lessons from me? I mean, I could give it a try,but I'm not an acting coach" I giggled playfully while clasping my hands together while looking at Walt.

"You and I just met, taking lessons from a complete stranger isn't ideal. Besides I don't think I'm very good at performing anyway" I admitted, slowly turning my head away from him for a second.

Walt shook his head in disagreement, "I don't think that's true. Give it time, I'm sure you'll feel like you and I have known each other a lot longer. You shouldn't doubt yourself on something you're passionate about. Please for me?" Walt said with softness in his voice.

I turned back to face him and blushed after hearing everything he just told me. I had no idea what to say. I glanced down at the floor for a moment, then back at Walt.

"I think that can be arranged, Walt. But I am curious though, why do you have this beautifully built performing auditorium if you don't use it?" I asked curiously. Walt pursed his lips playfully again.

"If you can believe this, when I was child, I too was a big fan of the arts. That goes for all art forms like painting, pottery, musical, and theatre. There was one instance where I found myself standing on a stage alone like this one here," Walt motioned over to the stage that was a few steps away from us.

"There was no crowd but seeing the empty chairs and imagining what an actual crowd of people would be like for me made me fascinated in that art form. Unfortunately, I knew I wasn't good at performing, my skills weren't there. I know yours are though, that's why I want you to teach me, darling" Said Walt, as he gently grabbed hold of my hands and led me to the middle of the stage, where he and I leaned against, standing next to one another.

Hearing everything that Walt said made my heart flutter. I think I was starting to fall more for Walt. I hope he will be there to catch me when I make my final leap.

"All of what you said is extremely heartwarming, Walt. I want to teach you, but we still literally met today. Wouldn't you want to get to know me for a bit longer? You know, for a few more days at least?" I asked while fiddling with my fingers as Walt chuckled softly.

"Within these few hours of spending with you has made me already feel like we both know each other. Can't you feel the connection, darling?" He asked in a soft tone while slowly leaning towards me.

I could start to feel my face start to burn from blush when he got closer to me. All I could do was nod my head, my mind was spinning. What was Walt doing? Was what I thought going to happen next?

"Y-yes I think I'm starting to feel it, Walt. I think I've come to the conclusion that you're really great." I smiled as my eyes glanced down at the ground for a second. My eyes picked back up when I felt Walt's hands gently on top of my cheeks, causing me to blush once more.

"I also think you're really great too, darling." Walt softly replied as his hands gently caressed my face, his thumb gently rubbed against one part of my face, causing my heart to beat extremely fast.

Walt kept leaning forward, the tips of our noses touched as his lips were centimeters away from mine. "May I kiss you, darling?" He asked softly. I nodded my head and felt my heart want to leap out of my chest.

"Yes" I quickly whispered. Walt closed his eyes and gently pressed his lips to mine, kissing me which I had never ever experienced before. I wanted this magical feeling to last for as long as possible. This wasn't what I expected to feel as my first kiss, but it was one that I was head over heels for, instantly loving it, trying to hold onto the feeling forever.

As the kiss deepened, Walt had gently rested his hand atop of my arm when I felt what felt like him poking and pinching my arm and the skin around it. I gently pulled away from the kiss and gasped softly after feeling the pinching.

"Hey? What was that for?" I hissed while grabbing hold of my upper arm and then furrowed my eyebrows up at Walt.

"I am so sorry, my love. I didn't mean to do that on purpose. I guess I got too ahead of myself there." He admitted with a slight chuckle. His hands were holding mine briefly.

Taking one of his hands, I lifted it up and examined it as my eyes widened when I saw and studied these bright red monster-like claws that took over his human fingernails. What was going on here?

I furrowed my eyebrows once more up at Walt as I still held his hand, "W-what are these, Walt?"

Walt took a deep breath as he looked straight into my eyes, "Now, my love please believe me when I say it's nothing to worry about. Not even to be afraid of either. I can reassure you that I will never use them to hurt you in any way." His hand is still holding mine.

I tried slowly backing out of his grasp but he didn't budge. Acknowledging my attempt to escape, Walt remained calm as his thumb rubbed against the top of my wrist, hoping that would calm me down.

Of course it did.

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I would have fought more but I had no idea what Walt was capable of and I really didn't want to get on his bad side. Taking a few deep breaths as I relaxed in his touch. My mind began to spin again. I had no idea what to think of it all.

My body was filling up with both fear and adrenaline, like heavy waves of water crashing along the shore rapidly.

"Are you afraid, my love?" Walt asked quietly. I glanced up at him while shaking my head, "I'm not afraid. Of course not."

Walt gently let go of my hand, which allowed me to pull back and hold on it with my other hand, near my chest.

"Y/n" Walt began with a calm but stern tone while walking to the other side of me and the stage.

"I can sense a little bit of fear in you. You don't have anything to fear, I am not going to hurt you. You are going to be just fine with me, under my protection, darling."

There was a slight pause, I was still trying to understand it all. Nothing was ringing any familiar bell in my brain. Walt and I locked eyes with one another, "What are you?" I asked in a soft whisper.

Walt leaned towards me for a moment while smirking, and that's when I could feel the heat grow on my face just a little bit again, the same as before the secrets were revealed.

"Why don't I just show you,darling." Walt quickly replied and smirked a little bit more for a moment, which then turned into him opening his mouth, revealing and showing his two pointed and sharp vampire fangs.

The heat on my face grew when my eyes saw his fangs. I covered my mouth with my hand for a brief moment.

"Y-you're a vampire?" I asked in a soft tone. Walt smirked again while closing his mouth and nodded.

My whole life I've always been fascinated with the concept of vampires. But that was always in stories and films. I was told that vampires don't exist.

Man, was I wrong! But I think it's horrifyingly cool in reality.

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"My love, you're a part of the family now. I strongly believe that one day, very soon, you'll be a vampire like me, too." Asserted Walt as he gently held my hands once more. I widened my eyes and was taken back by the powerful statement he said.

"I'm sorry what? Me, be a vampire like you?" I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows up at Walt as he simply nodded at me once more.

I shook my head in disapproval, "I think this is all amazing and breathtaking, Walt but I don't think I have what it takes to be a vampire. I'm so sorry." I pulled my hands away from him and began to walk towards the auditorium doors. Walt stood where he was, watching me walk away with slight worry in his eyes.

I only made it inches away from fully exiting when I was stopped right in front of Mr. Field. "Oh, hi again Mr. Field. Would it be alright if you took me home now?" I asked, hoping he would follow through.

Mr. Field shook his head, "Apologizes Miss Y/n, but I am unable to do that request."

I closed my eyes and brought my hands to my chest, fighting back and holding back my tears that I felt forming in my eyes. I slowly turned back around to see Walt, but he was gone.

I didn't hear or see him leave. This was confusing. Furrowing my eyebrows at the empty spot in which Walt stood once before, I quickly turned my head and body back towards the door, attempting to leave the auditorium when I gasped loudly.

"My love,please don't leave. This is your home now. I promise you my full protection. You are completely safe with me. I will not hurt you." Walt softly assured me as he magically appeared right in front of me, resting his hands on my arms that were held in front of me, fighting to not get too close to him.

"Please just listen to me. Please, darling" Walt cried out, getting me to stop and stand still, taking deep breaths as I looked into his eyes. He rested his hand atop of my shoulder.

"What about my home? My school and work? I have a family who I care about very much. I need to go back to them sometime soon" I questioned softly. My heart and mind burned while awaiting his response.

"Your family can visit you anytime. You don't have to say goodbye to them, darling. You don't have to say goodbye to that life. Everything will remain the same." Said Walt, reassuring me again. He began rubbing my shoulder with his thumb briefly.

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I closed my eyes once more and felt a few tears start to fall down my cheeks. I was totally overwhelmed by everything I was being told. I wanted to go through it, but I was terrified of the whole transformation process.

"Hey, hey, hey. Y/n, it's okay. You're safe with me." Walt softly spoke against my ear and planted a kiss on my cheek.

His kiss on my cheek began to sooth my scared emotions down. I blushed as his lips remained on my cheek for a few brief moments, "I am being totally truthful and honest with you, my love. Please believe me. I wanted to tell you right away, instead of keeping it a secret and having you find out on your own." Walt admitted as he kissed my cheek once more before gently holding my chin with the tips of his fingers.

I continued to take deep breaths and nodded my head. I guess this is a childhood dream come true for me. Meeting a real vampire,falling in love with him, and becoming a vampire myself has always fascinated me.

What? It's true! Haha

All in all, I don't care about the secrets of what Walt is and what lies within the manor. All I truly care about is Walt and being with him everyday, and being under his wing.

I glanced up and into Walt's eyes as he looked into mine, a small smile began to show upon my face, "Walt. I thought about it and I changed my mind. I think being alongside you and being a vampire is okay to me. It's not so bad anymore. I'll stay, I promise."

Walt smiled brightly after hearing what I told him, "Yes? You will? That's wonderful, love. Thank you!" He pulled me in for a warm hug as I hugged him back, resting my head on his shoulder and blushed when I felt his lips kiss my neck gently.

From this happy and romantic time, Walt politely waved Mr. Field off, allowing him to leave and go about his business. He did just that, bowing before Walt and I and then exiting out of the auditorium.

"You are in complete and safe hands with me, like I previously mentioned. Oh and welcome home, my love." Said Walt as he winked my way, causing me to blush again. He then magically held out a tulip that he held behind his back and handed it to me.

I smiled and giggled softly as I took the tulip from him and thanked him for it by giving him a kiss on his cheek.

I swear I saw a tint of blush appear on his face that made my heart flutter with excitement. Oh what a thrilling time to be alive!

-the end!

I hope you all enjoyed my very first Walter 'Walt' Deville fanfic! It was tons of fun to write. There will be more of Walt to come from me soon, I promise! <3

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guilty pleasure

Art is a no go tonight. TV wouldn’t hold her attention. That means reading is likely out of the equation. She considers a hot, bubble bath, but she's trying hard to bring down her water bill. Evie glances at her nightstand. She knows what she wants, what might help, but she also knows where her mind will wander tonight.

“Fuck it.”

fandom: The Invitation (2022) character(s)/pairing(s): Evie, Walt x Evie (past/imagined) rating: Mature word count: 1384 warnings: References to past violence/death notes: Post movie masturbation fic. Shameless PWP.

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Freedom - Walt Deville Imagine (The Invitation)

Title: Freedom

Pairing: Walt Deville X Reader

Word Count: 1,145 words

Warning(s): mention of violence/potential violence

Summary: A hunter meets a vampire. The unstoppable force meets the unbreakable object, allowing for the ultimate battle between logic and desire.

Author's Note: Here's that longer plotline I mentioned on my last imagine.

Part of this was inspired by a gorgeous monologue written by Ross McGregor and performed by Christopher Tester. You can find it here! It was truly the last thing that I needed to help me tie this whole plotline together, so go check it out. It's fucking beautiful work.

PART TWO HERE

PART THREE HERE

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"I know what you are."

I froze on the landing of the stairs, looking up at the top of the other staircase.

Walt stood on the top step; one eyebrow slightly raised. He tilted his head at me. Like he expected me to spill every secret to him just because he looked at me.

I knew in my heart what he was referring to. If someone gets a job on your estate with some ulterior motive, you will probably notice at some point.

I was a hunter.

I had been for a long time.

My hunting partner had sent me on this job, insisting that I was the best choice to go undercover and figure out the truth about what was happening in the manor.

I was meant to run under the radar, take care of the vamp, and run for the hills.

I had been there for weeks.

I was convinced I knew who it was. I believed it was Mr. Fields. He was constantly tense and seemed to be always overly cautious. I can admit when I'm wrong, but I didn't think I was at the time.

All I had to do after that was find the time to take care of him.

Which was proving ridiculously difficult.

That's the only reason that I had been there as long as I had.

I never meant for Walt to even notice me.

But once he had, I couldn't just avoid him. It would've given away that there was something about me to focus on.

We talked. A lot.

I had confessed more to him than I ever meant to. I had managed to tell him so much about myself without saying I was a hunter. I shouldn't have said as much as I did, but he seemed so interested and so... kind.

And now he was standing at the top of the stairs, staring down at me like he was daring me to do something. Run, fight, anything at all.

"What do you mean," I finally asked. I needed confirmation.

"A hunter."

There it was.

Nevertheless, I scoffed. "I don't know what you're talking about, Walt."

"You don't?"

"Not at all."

"I don't believe you," he started walking down the steps. "Hunters... they always get just a little too confident."

When he made it down most of the stairs, I took off, going to run down the rest of the staircase. The one night I didn't have a weapon. I had no intention of fighting. He was right behind me, dragging me away from the steps and shoving me to the wall, pinning my wrists with his hands. I flinched a bit, having narrowly avoided hitting the things on and by the wall.

Walt offered a sickeningly sweet smile.

I caught sight of the fangs in the dim light around us. I had been so convinced that it was Mr. Fields. I was such an idiot.

"You hide it well," Walt said quietly. He was so calm that it made me entirely uneasy. "Many hunters have shown up on my doorstep... you've been the most impressive."

I tried to kick him, or just move my leg some way. It didn't work.

"Shh, shh, shh," he chuckled a bit. I felt his claws dig into my skin slightly. "Stop moving."

I calmed down, realizing the risk right now.

"I could kill you now," he muttered, his lips finding my neck. "Hunters were always the most satisfying... but I have no interest in that now."

He pulled away again. I don't know what he was looking for as his eyes scanned every part of my face.

"You are... something very, very different... so clever and so brave and so... tempting..."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I froze. His lips were slow, attempting to guide mine to move with them. I almost did. My eyes started to flutter close, longing starting to stop my logical thought.

He pulled away as he moved from holding my wrists to gently holding my hands. Vulnerable. Open for me to take action. Shove, fight, hit.

But I didn't. I couldn't.

He lifted one of my hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to my palm before turning it over to kiss the back. He held it there for a while. It was like he wanted to stop time and hold onto this moment.

"Leave him," Walt said softly. I blinked at him, suddenly snapping back into focus. "Stay here... with me."

I didn't answer. I wanted to quickly decline. To kill him and go home to my normal life. Achieve what my partner wanted of me.

Walt's eyes were closed as another kiss was pressed to my hand.

"He craves your usefulness," he continued. "Your obedience. I... I just want you. You've captured my mind and my heart. I long for you. Stay with me. Please."

"I...," still speechless. How long had it been since I was last speechless? Had that ever happened?

"Imagine it," Walt moved back, guiding me away from the wall.

He stepped behind me when we reached the middle of the landing. His arms wrapped around me, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

"All of this... ours," he muttered. "You would have your own room for your research and your weapons. Every decision would be yours. At last, your choice. You would be loved, taken care of. Nothing earned, everything offered. And then, when the time is right, you will be joined to me forever. We'll dance through midnights and love for centuries. Unstoppable."

I felt like his words were circling my mind, burrowing into whatever part they could find until they had overwhelmed me. I had never heard something like that before. Not directed at me anyway.

"Let me provide everything that man could never," Walt gently kissed my neck, humming against the skin. "Let me adore you."

I took a deep breath. "My life... my work... all my own?"

"All I ask is your love and commitment."

It wasn't the only factor that I was considering, but I needed to know. Locking myself in this house would have driven me mad. Being able to work... to continue my purpose in this world... that's what I needed. I couldn't prove his love false, but I could do just that with his actions.

I turned around in his arms.

He grinned at me.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. His hold on my sides tightened and he pulled me closer. I touched the sides of his face, grinning into the kiss. I had never had a moment feel more complete. I felt at peace. Free.

I leaned back, resting my forehead against his. "Yes... I'll stay."

His grin grew into a wide smile.

Thus was the beginning of my eternity. And what a brilliant eternity it would be.

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Roses - Walt De Ville Imagine [The Invitation]

Title: Roses

Pairing: Walt De Ville X Reader

Word Count: 3,110 words

Warning(s): kidnapping, brief mention of blood

Summary: (Y/n) begins to find roses sitting on their doorstep. When their given the opportunity to meet the man behind the small gifts, they immediately accept. Maybe they should have offered the idea more thought before making such a quick decision.

Author's Note: I have thought about this idea for weeks. I just wasn't sure how I wanted it to end.

Also, this got so out of hand.

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When the first rose appeared on my doorstep, I assumed it was some weird kind of accident.

A mistaken delivery or something of that nature.

It was a lovely rose.

I even grabbed it and placed it in a little cup of water before I headed out for the day.

I shrugged, smiled at it, and went about my business.

And then, there was another rose the next day. I was heading to work, and I stepped out to find another flower.

I furrowed my eyebrows and grabbed it.

Once was easy enough to write off. Twice was harder to explain away.

Still, I placed the flower in the cup and went to work.

This pattern kept going. I would find a flower on my doorstep, I would place it in my small cup, and then I would move on with my day. I would usually try to come up with some reason for this all happening, but it was becoming more difficult as time went on.

It all came to a head on my day off a few days later.

I had decided to take most of the day to clean. A nice and normal task.

In all honesty, I found little joy in cleaning. I knew it was necessary for my safety and well-being, but I would give anything to just snap my fingers and have the entire thing done. Even with music blasting in my headphones, I had trouble finding an ounce of the task enjoyable.

I thought that I could find much better ways to spend my time.

But still, it needed to be done, so I was going to do it.

At the time, I was going to take out the trash.

I pulled the door open but didn't get much further.

"Oh, what the fuck is this?"

I froze in my doorway and stared at the huge bouquet of roses. It was even in a vase already. All of this commitment from a person that I had yet to even see, never mind meet.

It felt like an eternity before the shock finally wore off.

"Oh, that is just... obnoxiously dramatic," I muttered.

I picked up the vase and went back inside.

As I placed it on the table, a note caught my eye.

I was stunned. A note. After all this time and secrecy, the mysterious admirer left a note. It felt like a trick.

It wasn't a long note, by any means.

You have been invited to join Walter De Ville for dinner at his estate tomorrow night. If you are to accept, you will have transportation provided to you. They will arrive at five p.m.

"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding," I mumbled. "This can't... This can't be real. 'At his estate,' who says shit like that anymore?"

The only good thing that came out of it at the time was a name.

Walter De Ville.

It sounded like a name of old money. Dipped in oil, coated in coal from the mines. An old man sneering from behind his cigar that made the entire house stink, but he would be damned if he had to smoke on the patio. That kind of name.

I never thought that I would be one to allow my curiosity to cloud my better judgment. But here I was, getting ready to meet whatever transportation was meant to pick me up and bring me to the De Ville estate.

I stood outside at about four-fifty. I watched cars roll by for a while before one finally stopped in front of my home.

"(Y/n) (Y/l/n)," an older man called from the sidewalk.

My heart froze. That couldn't be Walter. Could it?

"Yeah," I called back, slowly walking forward. The man pulled the door to the backseat open.

"Mr. De Ville is anxiously awaiting your arrival."

I nodded. "Thank you."

I sat in the seat and buckled my seatbelt. The older man sat in the back next to me as the driver took off.

It took me a moment to speak up again, "What's your name?"

"Everyone calls me Mr. Fields," he explained. "I have worked for the De Ville family for many years."

"Oh," I replied. "May I ask what Mr. De Ville wants with me?"

"He has seemingly become intrigued by you," he said. "I would explain his feelings if I could."

I nodded again.

I watched the scenery pass by us. I made some comment about the trees being lovely. Mr. Fields didn't respond to it. I fell into an uneasy silence after that.

It was a beautiful house. A mansion. There were intricate details along the walls. Stone walls that looked like they were attempting to reach into the sky. It was breathtaking.

What would someone from a place like this want with me?

How would they even know about me? This place was in the middle of nowhere.

I only had a few moments to admire the outside of the mansion before I was ushered inside.

"Mr. De Ville is waiting in the dining room," Mr. Fields explained.

I nodded and followed him there.

The walls were a dark red while the table and chairs were a dark wood. I was immediately overwhelmed by the grandiosity of it all.

"(Y/n)."

I looked at the other person in the room. A man, around my age, stood from his seat and stepped over. There was a sickeningly charming smile on his face. He reached out his hand.

"Walter," I greeted.

"Walt," he corrected.

"Right... well, it's a pleasure to meet you," I said, going to shake his hand.

He pulled my hand up and pressed a kiss to the back of it. I took a deep breath as some kind of instinctual response.

"The pleasure is all mine," he replied. He stepped back and walked to the table, pulling out a chair. "Please, sit."

I nodded and walked to the seat, letting him push the chair in for me.

"I feel a need to apologize for how long it took me to invite you here," he continued as someone came in to pour us each a glass of wine.

"I wasn't expecting an invitation in the first place," I explained. "The roses gave the impression of a secret admirer, so I didn't truly expect to know who you were."

"I am sorry for being so secretive. I believed that it would be a way to flatter you."

I nodded.

"I can't quite explain it, but I found you... entrancing. You captured my attention immediately. I have been infatuated with you."

"Oh," I muttered. I had never truly had someone talk about me like that. I was not the one that people got crushes on. I had grown used to that.

"I hope that I haven't made you too nervous."

I shook my head. "No, no. Not at all."

"Not at all," he asked, raising an eyebrow at me with a smirk.

"That wasn't as nice as I wanted it to be," I chuckled, shaking my head. "I meant that you're not making me uncomfortable."

"Good," he nodded.

Just as he said that two more people bustled in with plates. I stared down at the dish set in front of me. It looked like a dish on a cooking show. Too fancy to be eaten. What kind of monster would I be if I ruined the equivalent of a piece of art?

"Please, enjoy, I ensured that the best would be made," Walt pushed.

I slowly nodded, reaching for my utensils.

I wish that I had looked a little closer. If I had, then I would have noticed that Walt didn't partake in the dinner. He made it appear like he did. He carefully pushed his food along the plate. It must have been a convincing enough performance for me to never ask about it.

"Tell me about yourself," Walt said after a moment.

I paused for a moment. "After the flowers that you sent, I assumed you knew everything there was to know."

"Nothing like hearing it from the source," he replied. "Please."

"What do you want to know?"

"What do you spend your time doing?"

"Well, I'm usually working," I shrugged. "Just a boring little job. It's only meant to pay the bills. But I have met very good people there."

Walt's eyes stayed trained on me as I spoke. To be certain that I didn't get overwhelmed by the intensity just below the surface, I had to switch between looking back at him and looking at the plate in front of me.

"When I'm not doing that, I'm usually making art of some form," I continued. "An old love. Very calming."

"You don't wish to pursue it as a career?"

"I would love to," I corrected. "But, as of right now, I will settle for stress relief."

"Well, I like to see myself as having a great appreciation for the arts," he explained. "I hope that one day I'll get to see your work."

"I would like that."

How had one person made me feel so comfortable in such a short amount of time?

The dinner was full of conversation just like that. Small talk about hobbies and interests and small habits. Most of it was about me. Not because I didn't ask, but because he seemed very good at steering the conversation in any direction away from him. He didn't seem interested in telling me much about himself.

Once dinner had come and gone, Walt stood from his seat and held out his hand.

"I understand that it has been a long evening already, but I would like to give you a tour of the estate if you're interested," he offered.

I grinned and placed my hand in his, letting him help me up. "Lead the way."

His hand left mine as we walked out of the dining room.

He told me some of the history and about the artwork. It was the closest that Walt had gotten to talking about himself.

He led me through rooms and hallways, telling me all about how much he adored each room. Like each one held a place in his heart like a family member or loved one would.

He froze outside of a room upstairs.

There was a pair of dark doors with golden doorknobs. He placed his hands over one of them, pausing to look at me with this small, knowing smirk. He knew very well that whatever was behind that door was going to take my breath away.

"You mentioned a love for art," Walt said. I nodded. "You will feel very at home here."

He opened the door and held it open for me. I barely noticed it closing behind me when I saw the room.

"Wow," I mumbled.

It was perfectly messy. Canvases and paints. I could see all mediums of art. It was all so distracting and amazing. The walls themselves were a dark green. They matched the dark wood floors and furniture. The windows along the far wall were tall. There were bars over them, but there was still enough room to allow sunlight to cascade through. At least, that's what I imagined would happen if it were still light outside.

"This is beautiful," I looked over at Walt, who was simply grinning at me.

"I would hope so," he nodded. Like he had been waiting for my reaction. I shook off that thought.

"Is it all yours," I asked. "I know you mentioned an appreciation for the arts, but you didn't mention making any?"

"Oh, if only," he chuckled. "Sadly, I am only an artistic genius when considering stick figures."

That made me furrow my eyebrows as I laughed lightly. Why would he have this room then?

"I did try, but nothing ever clicked."

"Oh," I mumbled.

"Maybe you could teach me," he suggested.

"Trying to tempt me into another visit, Walt," I asked.

A smirk pulled at his lips. "Is that what I'm doing?"

I scoffed.

"Would you?"

"I could be convinced," I replied.

There was a pause in our conversation. Walt took the moment to clear some of the distance between us.

I couldn't help the nervous laugh that escaped me as he stepped closer. I looked down as his hand brushed mine. He wrapped his fingers around my hand. I looked back at him, trying to calm my breathing a bit.

"I do make you nervous," Walt teased me.

"Any person is more intimidating when they get closer to someone else," I explained, ignoring my racing heart.

"Oh, of course," he nodded. "How foolish of me to assume anything more than that."

"You truly should get better at examining things from all angles. It will help you with your art."

His smirk widened for a moment before he let his eyes scan down my body. "How tempting that idea is."

I scoffed at the boldness of his statement.

He chuckled a bit as his eyes met mine again.

He slowly leaned forward. I felt a chill run up my spine as his breath brushed over the surface of my skin.

He froze just before his lips could meet mine. "Can I kiss you?"

I took a deep breath through my nose. "Yes."

When he kissed me, I felt time stop. My skin was covered in goosebumps. My mind was racing at the same speed as my heart. I had never experienced a kiss that felt quite like this one. I had never had a kiss make me feel so desirable. I adored that feeling.

I tried to savor that feeling for as long as possible.

However, my enjoyment came to an abrupt end when I felt something sharp dig into the skin of my wrist.

I hissed as I pulled away and looked down.

I let out something similar to a yelp when I saw that it was Walt's nails, now long and sharp and dark. Claws. That was the best word for them.

"Oh dear," he whispered. "Seems like you made me lose control of myself."

He let go of my arm just as I pulled it away from him.

I held it close to my body, staring at him in shock.

"I am so sorry, my love," he continued. "I will not let such an accident happen again."

"Listen," I said. "I... I don't know what this is, but I have no interest in being any part of it."

I walked away from him, going toward the door. Mr. Fields walked in just as I did. I felt a wave of hope at the sight of his grumpy face.

"Please, take me home-"

My words trailed off as he turned and locked the doors.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't answer me.

"I want to go home-"

I tried to push past him, but I was grabbed and shoved back roughly. I stumbled a bit, finding myself closer to Walt than I desired to be. I moved backward, getting as close to the far wall as I could.

"No need to be scared," Walt said.

"The claw marks on my arm and the locked door beg to differ," I snapped.

He shook his head and chuckled. "As witty as they are gorgeous, aren't they, Mr. Fields?"

Mr. Fields merely nodded in agreement.

"Let me go home," I ignored the comment. "I... I won't tell anyone about this. I promise. Just let me go and you'll never see or hear from me ever again. You can live in peace-"

Walt started to shush me as I rambled. "Why would I never want to see you again?"

My words died on my tongue.

"Do you think that I plan to kill you," he asked. "No, no, no, my love..."

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I plan to make this your home," he explained. "You are going to stay with me. Forever."

"I just met you."

"And yet, I've known you for so long," he replied. "I have given this considerable thought. I want you here. With me. To love and take care of. Imagine it... a life with none of those things that could weigh so heavily on your mind."

I stepped further back when he tried to step closer to me.

"You'll be very happy here, I promise."

"You don't believe that I would genuinely just stay put because you want me to, do you?"

"I would hate to have to find a way to restrain you, but I will if need be."

I ran my hands over my face.

"This is your home now. With me. I would accept that now and make it easier on everyone."

"What about work," I asked, trying to ignore how much my hands were shaking. "And my family? I have co-workers, I have siblings. Someone will wonder where I am. What will you do then?"

"A letter of resignation has already found its way to your boss's desk," Walt explained. "And you'll get to see your family. I'm not a monster."

"Do you want to re-think that sentence?"

An amused huff escaped him. "Oh, my love, I can be a monster if it's required, but I would rather not entertain that side of myself if I don't need to."

I felt that sickening feeling in my stomach only getting worse.

"All I ask is that you behave yourself," he continued. "After a while, I would be delighted to invite your family. To show them the beautiful life that you live with me."

He walked closer to me. I didn't move away from him this time. I knew that I had no hope of escaping him. I wasn't giving up hope. I was trying to play my cards right.

His hand reached up and cupped the side of my face. That charming smile that enchanted me earlier that evening now made my heart sink.

"Why me," I asked, voice no more than a whisper. It had been on my mind all night, but now, it felt like essential knowledge.

"My love, is it not obvious to you?"

I bit my lip to stop my tears from falling.

"No need to worry," he mumbled, leaning forward to press a kiss to my cheek. I flinched when his lips found my skin. "I will ensure that you eventually see exactly what I do."

I took a shaky breath.

"I think we should retire for the evening," he said. He guided me away from the wall and to the door. A kiss was laid on my shoulder as he did. "You will be so happy here, my love."

I feared for the day that could possibly be true.

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The Perfect Eternity - Walt Deville Imagine (The Invitation)

Title: The Perfect Eternity

Pairing: Walt Deville X Reader

Word Count: 1,020 words

Warning(s): blood, injuries, blood drinking, mention of murder/hunting

Summary: (Y/n) and Walt have been together for a while now. After a coming home from a particularly rough hunting trip, (Y/n) decides they want to take the most important step for them both.

Author's Note: I feel like this idea has gotten wildly out of hand.

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I was tired.

Tired and sore and hurt. And maybe a little grumpy.

The hunt hadn't gone nearly as well as I had hoped.

I got there far later than I wanted. People had gotten killed that would've probably lived if I had just been a little bit faster. Then, some kid followed me and got hurt before I could stop the damn thing. He was left in a rough condition when I left but staying wasn't an option. Not to mention that I had gotten myself hurt.

It wasn't bad. Mostly bruises and small cuts. The worst was a deeper cut on my arm.

I had gotten back to the manor, showered, and dressed myself enough to be comfortable while dealing with my arm. I had found a place on the small couch in the all-too-large bedroom, a first aid kit sitting next to me.

Admittedly, I had been avoiding Walt.

He tended to overreact when I was hurt. He'd fuss over me. Make me lay in bed for days over what was my equivalent of a rolled ankle or a paper cut.

I adored him. I truly did. But I needed to just take care of this without hearing him worry about it.

I knew I had been caught when the door to the room opened.

Walt walked in, quietly closing the door. He had probably been expecting me to be asleep.

He stopped when he saw me on the couch.

"Hello, my love," he said. "I was expecting to meet you by the door."

"Sorry," I mumbled, still looking at my wound. "I needed to take care of this."

I heard his footsteps on the floor. "You know that you don't have to handle that on your own, don't you?"

"I can deal with it," I shrugged. "I did for years before I got here."

He slowly walked over before kneeling on the ground next to the couch.

He didn't start fussing over any of my injuries this time.

That made me slowly look up from my cleaning and attempts at bandaging.

His eyes were trained on my arm. Just watching it. Most of the bleeding had stopped on its own. Just a few drops forming on the wound. But I caught him. I don't think he was aware that I had.

"Come here," I instructed as I put my things down. He furrowed his eyebrows. I motioned him closer.

When he got close enough for me to reach, I cupped the side of his face and guided him toward my arm. He hesitated for a moment. I never expected that. I figured he would simply take what he wanted.

"It's okay, darling," I mumbled to him. "I trust you."

My eyes closed as soon as his tongue touched my arm. My free hand reached out to run through the hair on the nape of his neck.

He was oddly gentle. I never considered that possibility. I had yet to watch him truly feed. I had pictured something fast and animalistic. I was basing that assumption off of what I had seen from other vamps.

But Walt... Walt was so careful. Even as his mouth fully latched onto my arm, it all felt so intimate. This was an act of trust for him. An act of love.

It was for me too.

My chest swelled with affection at the small shock of pain in my skin.

I allowed myself to imagine a try eternity with him. With moments as intimate as these. How perfect a life like that would be. A life with him. He was all I wanted. I just needed to take the step to accept the love that was already there.

Walt pulled away on his own. Slowly. Sucking turned into gentle licks, which then turned to a gentle kiss laid on the wound.

I guided him to turn toward me. I admired him. Studied him.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his.

Most of us have tasted our blood in small amounts. We've all sucked on a paper cut or bitten our lip a little too hard. But this... This was overwhelming. Almost entrancing.

When Walt pulled away, a smile pulled at his lips. His fangs were on display. Proud display.

I smiled back at him, running my thumb along his cheekbone.

I took a deep breath before speaking, "Walt..."

"Yes, my love," he replied.

"I... I'm ready," I explained. His head tilted a bit. "I want to join you... forever. Properly."

He reached up and touched the hand that I had pressed to the side of his face.

"Are you certain that this is what you want," he asked.

I nodded. "I love you, Walt. More than I've loved anyone before. I... I want to do this."

His smile only grew before he lined forward and pressed his lips to mine again. I chuckled a bit at how sudden the movement was. The kiss was passionate and loving and all that I had wanted from a kiss before.

It was all about the next step.

I had considered everything that went into my decision.

My commitment to Walt, his commitment to me, just how long eternity could be, the risks of becoming one of the very things I hunted... all of it.

The one thing that I didn't consider was the benefits that my new abilities could offer when hunting.

All of the sudden, I was faster and stronger. I had built-in weapons now. I was more of a threat. Most monsters got spooked by a vamp hunter. Other vamps respected me. I respected them. Whether that was because of my turn or simply because of who my husband was, I didn't care.

I was better now. So much better.

But the hunting and the power and the respect... none of it truly mattered.

Because even without all of that, I still had Walt waiting at home for me. I had someone to pull me close, kiss me, hold me... someone that could love me and that I could love in return.

It was the definition of the perfect eternity.

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The Right Choice - Walt Deville Imagine (The Invitation)

Title: The Right Choice

Pairing: Walt Deville X Reader

Word Count: 1,458 words

Warning(s): presence of a gun

Summary: A glimpse into (Y/n)'s life with Walt after choosing their love and freedom. And the interruption that tried to get in the pair's way.

Author's Note: I need to stop writing for him before I watch this movie. I just can't help it. Look at him.

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I felt guilty every time I walked into the manor after a hunt.

I would take all the steps I could apart from stripping on the doorstep. I would pull off my shoes, my socks, my jacket. I would place my weapons in a bucket of soap and water that Mr. Field would put out some time before I came home.

But still, with all those steps in place, I felt like I was dragging in pieces of the last hunt. Blood, dirt, sweat. It all sat on my skin like another layer of clothing.

The first time it happened, I felt sick to my stomach the entire night. Walt spent all night soothing me, promising that all he could think of was how thankful he was that I was okay.

He made a habit of meeting me at the door. He would kiss me with no concern for the mess on my clothes and skin. His hands would pull me as close to him as possible. He would barely pull away to mutter out how glad he was to see me.

Now, the guilt seemed to only last as long as I was in the house without Walt greeting me.

He left me to my own devices to shower and get dressed, but the rest of the night would be spent with him almost attached to my side.

He would guide me downstairs to ensure that I ate before going to sleep for a very long time. He'd rarely eat with me. He'd usually entertain himself by my side; asking about the hunt, leaving gentle kisses and touches on my skin to comfort me.

After that, he'd follow me upstairs.

I would lay under the covers. He would sit or lay next to me, refusing to leave until sleep had set in. I only knew that he left after that because I would often wake up on my own. He would be off on his own, taking care of something.

It was such a normal pattern now. After months of staying in the manor, everything felt so easy. Natural.

Walt had given me the freedom, the love that he had promised me all those nights ago.

But of course, true perfection is an unrealistic thing to strive for. Everything was going to have a flaw, a bump, a twist in the story.

It was the day I had gotten home from a hunt. Weapon cleaned, shower taken, food eaten. I had gotten home early enough that my rest had taken most of my day. It was dark by the time my eyes opened again.

It was a rare occasion where Walt was still next to me when I woke up. He was sitting on the bed, leaning his back on the headboard as he read a book. I didn't speak when I woke up. I simply shifted, forcing my head under his arm and onto his chest.

He chuckled at me. "I hope you slept well, my love."

"I always rest better with you next to me," I muttered. "How are you?"

"Better with you safe."

I scoffed a bit at him.

I moved a bit, so my chin was resting on his chest. He grinned down at me. I shifted up, pressing my lips to his. He hummed against my lips, kissing me back.

There was a muffled thump of his book hitting the mattress before his arms wrapped around me, guiding me to straddle his lap. I pulled away a few moments later, resting my forehead against his. His thumbs traced circles on my sides.

"I feel like I should thank you," I mumbled. Walt's eyebrows furrowed for a moment. "I've never felt so... at peace. I finally feel like I'm not running from place to place. I can barely explain how much that means to me. I just... I-"

Any thought I had was stopped when there was a slam downstairs. It was loud enough to echo through the house.

I pushed myself off the bed and opened one of the bedside drawers to grab the gun I had put there.

"When exactly did you put a gun there," Walt asked.

"When I first moved into your room," I shrugged.

"Why?"

"Because I thought sleeping with it under my pillow would worry you," I explained.

I walked out of the room before he could ask any more questions.

I didn't get a few of what was wrong until I got to the top of the stairs.

"Oh no..."

I walked down the staircase as soon as I saw who it was.

My old hunting partner had Mr. Field shoved into the wall, getting in his face and muttering something I couldn't hear.

"What are you doing here," I asked.

My hunting partner stepped back, looking at me in shock. "You're alive."

"Yeah," I nodded.

"I... I came to find you," he stammered out. "Take you home."

"It took you months to find me?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "You're the one who sent me here. It's not like this was some difficult task."

"I... I know," he replied. "Come on, let's go home and we can figure all of this out."

"No."

"What?"

I heard Walt's footsteps walking down the stairs to stand with me.

"I'm not going with you," I explained, shrugging.

"This is your fault," my old partner said, turning his attention to Walt. "How'd you pull that off? How long did it take to get them to repeat you blindly-"

I stepped between the pair of them, pointing the gun at him.

"(Y/n)-"

"I am choosing to stay here on my own," I snapped. "I am free here. I am more than simply useful. I am more than what you convinced me that I was. I am loved. Truly loved. Loved and wanted and desired... all the things you could never make me feel. I stopped following your orders."

His jaw clenched.

"And I'm in love," I muttered. They were almost the same words that had died on my tongue earlier that night. The weight of them still sat on my shoulders and made my heart speed up. "You don't get to take that from me."

"(Y/n), this isn't you-"

"Mr. Field," I said, ignoring his pleas to get me to come back. "Will you escort or... guest out? If he refuses to leave, then you can take whatever steps you see necessary."

"Of course," the older man nodded to me once. "Have a good evening."

"You too," I replied before turning around and walking up the stairs again.

I was almost embarrassed. I didn't want to address anything that had happened. I would've rather curled under the covers and let myself forget that any of this had happened.

The door to the room closed quietly as I put the gun back in the bedside drawer. I took a deep breath before looking at Walt. He stepped over to me with a grin on his face.

"I'm so sorry about what happened," I said. "I don't know why he came here. I assumed he just didn't care. I-"

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he stopped me before reaching up, so his hand cupped the side of my face. "I have no interest in what he did beyond how it hurt you."

"I... I'm okay," I promised.

"You're sure?"

I nodded, grinning a bit.

"Good," he kissed the cheek that his hand hadn't been touching. When he leaned back, he kept his face close to mine. "You're in love with me?"

I closed my eyes for a moment. "I was going to say something earlier, but then everything happened tonight, and I didn't get a chance to. I wanted you to hear it under different circumstances-"

Walt leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to him. My hands touched his shoulders as he did.

The kiss was slow, patient. It felt like he was attempting to commit the whole moment to memory as perfectly as he could. Every detail, feeling, moment... every piece of it. At least, that's what my mind was trying to do. I was simply hoping his mind was doing the same.

Walt pulled away slowly. He was smiling at me when I opened my eyes.

"I love you too," he said quietly.

I smiled back as one of my hands moved to rest on the back of his neck, gently playing with his hair.

I had never been so calm in a moment like this. There was no pressure or worry. It was all just love and affection and... perfect.

It was all that I needed to confirm that this was all that I truly needed.

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Imagine Being Loved by Me - Walt De Ville Imagine [The Invitation]

Title: Imagine Being Loved by Me

Pairing: Walt De Ville X Reader

Based On: Talk

Word Count: 1,618 words

Warning(s): author's attempts at flirting

Summary: Walt had always been charming. He spoke in a kind of romantic language. It was enough to draw almost anyone in. He thought (Y/n) was the same until they called him on his true intentions.

Author's Note: This was inspired by a scene from the movie.

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When I first met Walt, he was like a puzzle.

A bunch of small pieces of information and behavior that I tried to construct into a single image.

He made it difficult. He would hide much of his history behind riddles and vague ideas. He answered questions with questions. He used a charming smile and small jokes to hide anything that he could deem as too personal.

There had been an event held at De Ville Manor. A small dinner. I have no idea why I had been invited, but there I was, standing in the foyer of what I would have called a castle.

I never meant to catch Walt's eye. I think he meant to catch mine. I think he meant to catch everyone's eye.

He introduced himself casually, as if unaware of his status. Unaware of how many eyes followed his every movement.

His words flowed through the conversation like he already knew everything I would say. He knew how to carry control of a conversation. How to gently guide the topic to what he desired they be about.

I may not have noticed it if I didn't watch him do it again with another person just a few moments after speaking to me.

I don't know how much of that event I spent talking to Walt. It felt like an eternity. He would smirk as he made small comments. He would ask questions about my work, my life, my hobbies. If I attempted to return the favor, he would avoid the topic and turn the conversation back to me. I had never held a love for talking about myself, yet I was doing so with little to no hesitation now.

Truly strange.

When he got dragged away from our conversation, I got a chance to truly think about his actions.

He was casual. Calm. He knew that any high ground was entirely his. He knew more about his guests than the guests knew about their host. He didn't seem to use that for power. Just to draw people in. Make them comfortable in his presence.

He walked back to me a few moments later. "I am so sorry. Old friends."

"You are hosting an event," I said. "It would be rude of me to demand all of your attention."

"You say that like you have to try to do so," he smirked a bit as he spoke.

I would have scoffed at him if I hadn't been so scared of offending the host of the night.

"You don't believe me," he noted.

"I have seen your other guests," I explained.

It wasn't a lie. The other guests all seemed perfect. Interesting and stunning. Seeing myself in such a way was almost impossible, no matter how much someone insisted on it.

"And yet, you are the only one that I seem to have any interest in talking to," Walt replied simply. "It is getting quite noisy here, isn't it?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused about the question. It wasn't.

"I should give you a tour," he insisted. "A chance to step away from the noise."

He touched my upper arm, gently guiding me to the stairs. As I walked by him, his hand slid down my arm. His hand brushed mine but made no attempt to grab it. It was merely a moment of skin touching skin.

"And a way to limit potential disruptions."

Disruptions. Not distractions. It was one word, but it was a choice of words that I would not soon forget.

I followed Walt through the halls of the manor mindlessly. He would explain the details but wouldn't disclose anything else. No history about it.

Imagine explaining parts of your childhood home. You wouldn't only say that there was a staircase. You would say that this staircase was where your siblings and you slid down in a sleeping bag and almost put a hole in the wall.

Walt didn't talk about memories.

So, I didn't ask.

"It's a beautiful home," I commented as we stepped away from another room that looked like it was out of some high-budget period piece. "I can see why you have so much pride in it."

"It's not perfect," he replied.

I chuckled as I looked at him. "It's pretty close."

"Believe me, this place would be much better if it were less empty," he said, turning to me. "I have not had much luck finding someone to share this space with me."

I slowly nodded. I wasn't sure how to reply to that.

"Here," he stepped over to one of the doors. I followed him.

It was a study of some kind. A desk, bookshelves lined with stories that I couldn't read the titles of, there was a window seat, and a fireplace was along one of the walls.

"What do you think," Walt asked.

"It's lovely," I replied, stepping inside as I admired it all.

"I had a suspicion that you would enjoy this room," he sounded proud of himself.

"Based on..."

"Not sure," I looked at him as he shrugged at me. "Perhaps... instinct."

"Instinct?" I emphasized the word as I repeated it. I bit off the 't' at the end.

"Perhaps I kept this room because fate knew that you would find your way here," he continued. "Maybe we were always destined to meet."

"You are using the idea of soulmates?"

A smirk tugged at his lips again. "I quite like that word. Thank you for suggesting it."

This time, I didn't stop myself from scoffing at him.

"What?"

"Soulmates, destiny, a personal tour," I listed. "You talk about life like it's a gothic romance novel."

He furrowed his eyebrows.

"You never disclose your past yet want to know every detail of mine..."

"I don't think I should be blamed for you being intriguing," he replied. "Look at you now. You stand with perfect posture. Every word seems so carefully selected. You almost float when you move. It is natural that one would want to know everything about you."

I shook my head, trying to ignore how much I enjoyed the compliments.

"I have known you for a matter of hours, yet I feel closer to you than I have to most people that I've met," he stepped closer to me. "If you were to say that the world revolved around you and not the sun, then I would believe it."

"Do you always play this mysterious, troubled yet romantic character, or did you put it on especially for me," I asked as I walked around the room. I looked at him over my shoulder.

He seemed stunned at my question. As if this had interrupted whatever plan he had. Whatever normal routine he had known had been thrown off by a singular question.

"Are you always so cynical?" he countered, following my steps.

"Cynical or cautious?"

"Have I given you a reason to be cautious?"

I stopped by the fireplace in the room. "Not so much you."

"Is that right," he stopped in front of me.

"I merely have too much experience with men who try to use the language of hopeless romantics in the hopes of furthering their own agendas," I shrugged.

"What agendas are those," he asked.

"Usually getting laid."

He let out a shocked scoff at my bluntness. "I see."

I kept my eyes trained on his as he stepped closer to me. It wasn't by much. If I hadn't been paying attention, I'm not sure that I would have ever noticed it.

"And does my agenda seem to be the same as others?" his grin softened, looking like it was barely there.

I took a moment, taking a breath as I tried to find some kind of answer in his eyes. There was something behind them. Some spark of something. I could have excused it as amusement or entertainment, but there was more. Some kind of darkness just barely swirling around his iris.

His smirk began to grow again at my prolonged silence. "Well..."

"I don't know," I finally confessed. "I want to say yes, but..."

"But?"

"There's something about you," I explained. "Something... different. Almost strange."

"Mysterious?"

I chuckled at him turning my own word against me. "Sure. Mysterious."

"I'll make you a deal," he stepped even closer. A step that I would have never missed, no matter much I was or wasn't paying attention. "One night with me. If I show to be pursuing some kind of agenda that you have no interest in, then you can end the night and walk away. Never think of me again."

"And if I don't call for an end to the night?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

Walt leaned forward. I could feel his breath skating across my skin. Goosebumps traced my arms as a shiver crawled up my spine. It was the closest I had been to another person in a very long time.

"Your choice," he said simply before leaning back.

His whisper had been a quiet test. A test to see if he could pull the same reaction out of me that he had dragged out of so many people before me.

As he leaned back, I spotted that swirl of darkness again. This time, it was stronger.

But I found myself too distracted by him to care.

Too distracted by whatever plan he would have for the night. Whatever image he had tried to paint in my mind with merely two words. I would never admit it, but the mysterious, romantic character was working on me.

Perhaps that was the only reason I had agreed to the night with him.

Or perhaps my reluctance had been an anticipated part of his agenda all along.

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Good God, Let Me Give You My Life - Walt De Ville Imagine [The Invitation]

Title: Good God, Let Me Give You My Life

Pairing: Walt De Ville X Reader

Based On: Take Me to Church

Word Count: 727 words

Warning(s): manipulation, blood-drinking, murder

Summary: The De Ville manor often felt like it was its own universe. It was easy for one to get pulled in and entranced by the beauty and mystery of the house and its owner. (Y/n) was one of many to experience such a phenomenon. However, this trance may hold (Y/n) in a stronger grip than most.

Author's Note: Thank you, Netflix, for finally telling me how to spell this man's name.

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I don't remember when I met Walt De Ville.

It had become a blur over the course of my time there. If I ever thought about it, I would find myself distracted by my other memories at the manor.

Memories like the first time Walt kissed me. Or when he led me through the halls, watching my face as I looked at every detail that I could find. Or dancing with him.

Every night we fell asleep together.

Every night we had dinner together.

I don't think I had ever been as happy as I was with Walt.

It didn't take me long to crave being held, kissed, loved.

As long as it was by Walt.

I never questioned my commitment to him. It always just made sense. Like it was the most natural thing in the world for me. I would do anything to be in that state of bliss forever.

And I was ready to prove that to him.

We were at dinner one night.

Walt and I were each sitting on one side of the table next to the corner. He had reached over and took one of my hands while I got a sip out of my glass. As I placed the glass down again, my eyes fell to Walt. He had turned my arm over.

"What are you doing," I asked. Not worried, simply curious.

His thumb ran along my skin gently as he responded, "Do you trust me, my love?"

"Of course, I do," I nodded.

I took a deep breath as Walter pressed a kiss to my skin.

His nail sharpened before dragging along my skin. I hissed a bit at the feeling of my skin being cut. Walt quietly shushed me, using his free hand to draw circles on my wrist.

His tongue traced the cut as blood pebbled along the surface.

I felt no anxiety. I had no questions.

His mouth latched onto the wound.

A small grin pulled at my lips as I watched him closely. He was the center of my universe. These moments were merely my attempts to prove that to him.

My free hand ran through his hair.

We were both lost in the moment together for what felt like an eternity.

The creaking door caught our attention. Well, my attention. Walt pulled his mouth away from my arm, but I was the only one who turned my attention toward the door.

It was one of the new maids.

The poor things began rambling. Asking what we were doing, what Walt was thinking. It was senseless and panicked. Some strange mix of misguided protectiveness and complete confusion.

I stood up slowly.

Her questions turned to me. She asked if I was alright or if I needed help. Her eyes were so stuck on my face that she didn't see my hand move as I rounded the table.

"Come on, we can go now-"

"I'm okay," I said. "I don't need to go anywhere."

"What? What are you talking about-"

One of my hands wrapped around her hair to pull her hand back. My other hand brought a knife up and dragged the blade along her neck.

I watched the blood spurt from her neck with a blank expression. I let go of her hair. Her body fell to the floor a few moments later. I placed the knife back on the table.

Walt had stood up by the time I walked back over to him.

His hand cupped the side of my face for a moment. He grinned at me before leaning over and pressing his lips to mine.

The kiss was passionate. Like it was a heat-of-the-moment decision. My hands found his shoulders as I kissed him back. I felt my thoughts twirling around my brain. He was finding every part of my mind and placing this spell over it. I relaxed, leaning against him a bit more.

I slowly leaned back, staring at his eyes through this dream-like gaze.

"I'm sorry for the mess," I mumbled, almost feeling drunk from the kiss.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, my love," he replied, kissing me again. "You were perfect."

I hummed into the kiss. "I love you, Walt."

And I would never hesitate to prove that to him.

In that moment, I was nothing short of blessed by him.

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Turned: Walter Deville x Fem! Reader

Summary--The day after you turned / transitioned from human to vampire, Walt takes extra care and watches over you and helps you get comfortable as a new vampire.

(A/N: This is a really random story I wrote in the middle of the night because that is just what I do sometimes and I really enjoy that. I apologize if some parts in this don't make sense, I tried. Please be nice. I also apologize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

Warnings: None- just a lot of the use of the words, 'Darling' and 'My love' )

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The day after I turned was a lot calmer than the day before, even when the turning happened. Less chaotic than the day before too. I was laying on my back in the enormously comfortable bed in my room Walt had allowed me to stay in upon my arrival a few weeks ago.

A small knock on the door was heard. Not knowing who it could be, I allowed for the person to come in.

"Come in!" I called out loud as the door squeaked open, then closed quietly a few seconds later.

"Ah Y/n, you're awake." Said Walt as he quickly glided into my room, smiling brightly as soon as his eyes met mine.

I smiled back at him as I shifted my position from laying on my back to resting gently on my elbows.

"Hi, Walt bae." I spoke softly while a giggle escaped my lips.

Walt made his way over to the bed, and sat on the edge of the bed next to me, "How are you feeling, my love?" Asked Walt, he gently rubbed my knee atop of the silk toned blankets that covered the bed.

"Much better today. However, the taste of blood still tastes bitter on my tongue." I replied, giggling again as did Walt too.

"I'm so glad to hear that. And don't worry about the blood, okay? You'll get used to it as it does take a little to adjust to it, darling." Walt smiled softly, looking into my eyes as he showed me that I truly was okay and that I was in good hands with him.

Our eyes locked onto one another for a few long seconds that caused my heart rate to increase as my breathing began to hitch for a moment.

I then nodded my head as I blushed a little after hearing his reassuring words and started to feel it by his presence in the room.

"Thank you for being so kind to me, Walt. It really helps soothe the new vampire nerves and is making the experience so much smoother than I had imagined." I spoke softly as I reached out and held his hand in mine.

With that gesture, Walt smiled and nodded as well, while rubbing the top of my hand with his thumb.

"Of course my love. But no need to thank me. I'm quite sure you would have done a marvelous job turning on your own." Said Walt, sending a wink my way which caused me to blush once more.

"You truly know just what to say to make a girl tickled pink." I smiled more, beaming with delight.

Walt chuckled softly as he nodded his head after hearing my response. "I guess you can say I'm a bit of an expert in that field."

Him and I both giggled in unison for a couple seconds more. "I think we should get on with the day now, don't you think, my love?" Questioned Walt as he then gently patted my knee while hopping off the bed, standing a few feet away from me.

I nodded in agreement as I sat up in bed, smiling up at Walt for the billionth time. "That sounds perfect. Just please let me get dressed, I can't take on the day as a new vampire in my comfy cozy pajamas."

"Take your time. I will be in my study room. The door is always open for you there." Said Walt before quickly booping my nose with his finger.

I scrunch my nose as the heat began to rise on my face while giggling a bit louder as I wasn't expecting Walt to do something cute like that.

It was adorable.

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I began to get out of my bed, slipping out of the covers as I turned my body to the side as my feet were dangling a few feet above the ground.

Once I touched the ground, I took two steps forward as I tried making my way to the closet that had my wardrobe. By the third step, both of my legs buckled from underneath me.

Feeling that happen all at once was a very strange feeling. It was like the floor had collapsed from underneath me and the only way to go was down.

I gasped as I began to fall forward. By some lucky miracle, Walt was still in the room and saw what was about to happen as he quickly lunged forward to where I was at, catching me mid fall.

I landed safely in his lap as he had a strong grip on my arms, even when we both landed on the floor.

"Please tell me that's normal new vampire side effects, Walt?" I questioned as I raised my eyebrow up at him.

Glancing down at me, Walt nodded as his beautiful smile appeared on his face once more.

"Yes, my love. I'm sorry I didn't warn you about that before. I promise this won't happen all the time."

I sighed in relief and smiled softly as I looked up at Walt more. He quickly kissed my cheek before helping me up off the ground.

"Here you are, darling. Hang onto my hands for as long as you need."

My hands remained in his as I thanked him and smiled as he smiled as well.

A few moments later, Walt guided me to the ottoman bench that was placed in front of the bed in my room.

"With you almost falling like that can only mean one or two things, my love. Either you took too much or too little of my blood from the festivities the night before, or something else I can't quite wrap my finger around." Stated Walt, thinking out loud, his index finger pointing and resting atop his chin, leaving me confused a bit as to what he was thinking about.

"Your blood sugar is low and needs to get back up again. Would you fancy a snack, my love?" Walt raised his eyebrow as he smirked my way, as I of course blushed at the sight.

I giggled to myself while quickly nodding in response to his suggestion. Suddenly, a thought puzzled my brain about this.

"Wait a second. Vampires eat snacks? I thought they only ate the flesh of their prey, let alone drink their blood too?"

Walt chuckled to himself. He glanced down at the floor for a moment. He nodded his head and pursed his lips as he glanced back up at me.

"You must have heard that in books. We vampires eat any type of food there is, which includes snacks. Our vampire ablities aren't active during the day, only at night. Hence why we seem more human to others who may visit us from time to time here at New Carfax."

I smirked and nodded after hearing his response. I was a little embarrassed because I knew my basic vampire knowledge but just wasn't sure if those facts were true and accurate in this time frame.

Walt noticed my change in emotions as he gently tickled the tip of my chin with his fingers, causing me to be tickled pink again.

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Walt had taken me into the mannor's kitchen where there he prepared a snack dish he knew I'd enjoy.

I was sitting atop one of the kitchen counters as Walt came over and revealed the dish after removing the silver steel dish cover, which was a delicious and yummy slice of vanilla cake (A/N: Vanilla is one of my favorite flavors and I know that for the story, it should be chocolate instead. Just this once let be vanilla, please and thank you haha) that was so mouthwatering that it caused me so much excitement.

"Oooh! Vanilla flavored cake, my favorite. Thank you, handsome." I grinned and winked at Walt. He smiled and then placed the plate of cake on the counter next to me as he handed me a fork.

"Anything for you, darling. Now please eat, eat." Said Walt, motioning to the cake next to me.

I simply nodded my head quickly and blushed as I felt Walt's gaze on me. As I ate the yummy cake, that helped as the delightful fullness soon filled my stomach.

Walt helped me clean up by taking away the plate and putting it in the kitchen sink, knowing that one of the maids would clean it tomorrow. When Walt waltzed back over to me, his eyes and thumb gently landed on my lips.

Using his thumb, Walt gently removed a itty bit of leftover frosting that was on my lips. My breath hitched as the blush on my face grew rapidly.

"Looks like you missed a spot, darling." Walt softly spoke as he then smirked and licked the frosting off of his finger.

"Oh goodness, sorry about that. You can't take me anywhere I guess." I flushed a little from the slight embarrassment. Walt's soothing chuckle soothed my nerves as it echoed through my ears.

"You're adorable, Y/n." Was the last thing Walt said as he began to look deep into my eyes. One hand gently resting atop of my face as his other hand rested atop my thigh.

At this point, my face was as pink as a flamingo's feather and I'm pretty sure Walt could hear my heartbeat. Getting kissed by him always made my heart feel as if it were about to jump out of my chest.

I absolutely loved it.

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All I could was smile and giggle up at Walt as our strong eye contact with each other continued.

"You're pretty cute too, Walt bae." I whispered quickly as I soon closed my eyes after feeling Walt's lips touch mine.

As the kiss deepened, I gently anchored my hands on top of his arms as his thumb stroked and rubbed my cheek.

Shortly after, Walt slowly pulled away, allowing the both of us to breathe. He smiled at me as he rubbed my thigh and knee with his hand.

"This already feels like one of the best days of my life. I'm having a great time already." I chirped as my face still glowed from blush after Walt's kiss.

Walt smiled and continued to rub my knee / thigh more. "You deserve it, darling. I wanted to take extra special care and watch over you today, since you're a brand new vampire and I think you're already a marvelous one."

I couldn't stop smiling. Each and every single word that Walt said warmed my heart so much. I know he cares and truly cares deep down inside of him and in his heart, regardless of him being a monster that is a vampire. That goes for me too.

I didn't care. I love him for him and nothing else. Deeply too. Being a vampire alongside him was a thrill to me and I loved every second of it.

Walt had helped me off of the kitchen counter and the two of us exited the kitchen and were now in the large dark hallway in the manor, walking hand in hand together.

As we kept walking further into the manor, I gasped loudly, which caused us to stop walking. I then grabbed hold of Walt's hand as he widened his eyes because he wasn't sure what was happening yet.

"Y/n? My love, are you okay?" Walt quickly questioned as he rested his hand on the base of my back, kneeling a little to my height.

I stood completely still while holding onto his hand as my mouth shot open and it was there where I felt two large and sharply pointed fangs slide into form. This caused me to smirk to myself as it was my favorite part about being a vampire.

"Oh my gosh! My fangs are here again. This is so cool." I chirped again as I glanced down at Walt and let him examine my freshly added teeth.

Seeing the sight was a relief to Walt as he nodded his head and smiled brightly at me. "They look fierce and stunning on you, my love." Said Walt as he stood up straight again, sending a wink my way as I instantly blushed and stuck out my tongue.

"Uhmm darling? Are you hungry?" Walt randomly questioned, this time hesitantly as he realized what getting a new set of vampire fangs means for a freshly new vampire.

"Now that you mention it, yes I am. And not for cake this time. When is it feeding time around here for us vampires, Walt bae?" I confidently spoke as I smirked at Walt with my fangs still out. I couldn't control this new feeling and crave of blood.

Walt sighed hesitantly as he knew that it was time for my first feed as a new vampire. He knew he wasn't in harm but who would be my prey? That caused some hesitation in him, which was rare.

Walt gently but quickly grabbed hold of my hand and led me to the grand staircase, "Come along darling, let's go find a maid for you to feed on."

With that, that was exactly what happened. My official feeding as a new vampire happened and with the help and guidance of Walt, it went as expected… in Walt's mind obviously.

Walt was proud of me and I knew it. He knew I was ready to be a full time vampire alongside him and that's just the way he liked it.

-the end!

I hope you enjoyed the read. This was fun to write. I do apologize if it was kind of random or didn't make sense at parts. That's what happens when you start writing a story after midnight. That happens a lot for me haha. Either way, I hope you all liked it.

I should also mention that I got "Walt Bae" from Nathalie in an interview where she said that was her nickname for Thomas. I thought that was too cute and couldn't help myself and include it in this story.

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[princessbettina]

4th of July Kisses Headcanons-Walter Deville x Fem!Reader

Happy 4th of July, everyone!!

I'm not really a big fan of this holiday, especially because of the annoyingly loud fireworks. They freak me out because of how loud they are, and I think they aren't necessary, in my opinion. Anyways, one way to cope if you will and feel more at ease with them was to write this Walter story/headcanon story.

The scene in the Invitation where the fireworks go off as Walt and Evie get to know each other, which leads to them sharing a kiss really inspired me to write this and the idea of it has started to relax my nerves a bit about fireworks in general. If you have the same anxious fear of fireworks, then I hope this short story fic helps! <3

Warnings: None-Kissing and fluff. I apologize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

Divider Credit: saradika on Tumblr

When meeting Walter and the rest of the family, and finding out who and what they truly were, you never imagined that celebrating world holidays such as the 4th of July, would be a part of your new vampire lifestyle, but it was.

Yes, when you and Walt officially tied the knot, there were fireworks-both figuratively and literally. Especially when you both shared a kiss or two.

At first, you didn't mind the fireworks, but as the years went on celebrating the 4th, you developed a fear of them. Maybe it was because of how loud they appeared to be? Whatever the reason, you couldn't put your finger on it.

When Walter got word of your fear, he did everything in his power to protect you and help relax your nerves. He would first gently pull you close to him, wrapping an arm around your waist and the base, center of your back as you did the same for him too.

"Darling, it's alright. The fireworks won't harm you. Trust me, you're safe." Walt reassured you, his thumb gently caressing your face, causing you to blush.

You then smile up at him before resting your head on his shoulder, "I know, I know. But the popping and banging noises from them sound like I'm doomed and in grave danger from far away in the distance. Maybe that's why they scare me."

Walter nodded his head, softly smiling down at you. Letting you know that he understands and that your fear is valid, "You have nothing to fear, my love. Fireworks are like a mini soiree in the sky."

You playfully rolled your eyes as Walt and you both chuckled together. Lifting your head up, you gently booped his nose, "You're too funny, Walt Bae. Thank you for being so supportive. I love you."

"Anything for you, darling. I love you too." Walter hummed softly while planting a kiss on your neck.

Another helpful thing Walter did to help you was giving you kisses. Kisses anywhere. He knew just how much you enjoyed and loved it when he kissed you.

When your least favorite holiday rolled around again this year,and the fireworks began, Walter politely pulled you aside, and excused both himself and you from the fancy and festive party / guests and traveled with you to his pottery / ceramics office building, you enjoyed getting to spend time in that room, especially with your husband.

Taking a few deep breaths and sighing in relief was just what you needed as soon as you stepped into the space. Walt, a few steps behind you as he closed the door and traveled to your side in a matter of seconds. The fireworks grew louder from the outside.

"Thank you for bringing me here. I always feel calmer when I'm either with you and in this room, and I'm definitely feeling a slight improvement." You winked at him, causing him to blush and smirk flirtatiously at you.

"I'm so honored to hear that. I think I know something that could help you even more, darling." Walter chirped quickly as he began to look deeply into your eyes.

You quickly caught onto his gorgeous ocean like gaze and began blushing when you caught his eyes shift down to your lips. "Oh yeah? You turning off the fireworks or stopping them all together, Walt Bae?"

"Not exactly what I was going to suggest. Would you like me to turn them off? I can gladly do that if you think it would help, my love." Asked Walter, tilting his head slightly as he continued to look deep into your eyes.

You playfully shook your head and giggled. You knew that Walter knew that you were just messing around with him. You knew he had something else in mind, and you couldn't wait for it. "What were you going to suggest?"

Walt playfully raised an eyebrow and giggled, "Your favorite, and that is a kiss. How about this, how many fireworks go off is how many kisses you'll receive."

You instantly blushed once more after hearing those words your husband said. You playfully and then flirtatiously smirked at him and began to lean towards Walt near his ear, "What are you waiting for? Please do it, lovey." You whispered with pleading eyes, showing him that your fear of the fireworks going off right outside was beginning to creep up in you.

Thankfully getting the message, Walt flirtatiously smirked back at you and got closer to you too, "Ask and you shall receive, darling." Was the last thing Walter whispered to you before he filled the gap on top of your lips.

Your fear immediately washed away and became a blur as the kiss continued and deepened. Walter always had some kind of magic when he kissed you. Maybe it's a part of him being a vampire or something, but you absolutely loved it either way.

The fireworks continued to pop more outside but that didn't seem to bother you anymore, your mind was focused on the kisses that were being shared with your husband and your self and honestly you wished this kiss would last forever.

Bonus: When you slowly started to come back to reality and your ears picked up the loud fireworks right outside, you anchored onto Walt's arm and whispered, "I just heard four of them go off, does that mean what I think it does, lovey?"

Chuckling softly to himself as his blushy smirk appeared again, Walt whispered, "You're absolutely right. Smart and good girl, you are, my love."

You flushed to yourself and felt like your face was on fire after hearing what Walt replied with. This extremely handsome and sly vampire who just so happened to be your husband, definitely knew what he was doing to always get you going, if you know what I mean, and you loved every single second of it.

"Four fireworks in a row equals four kisses for my beautiful darling, Y/n." Walt whispered quickly to you before kissing you again and taking you away from your thoughts and anxious thoughts once again.

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