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Dating a vampire isn’t anything like movies and books conditioned Katsuki to believe.
“How old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“How long have you been eighteen?” Katsuki holds his breath.
“Oh, jeez, I guess like six months now?”
“I’m fucking /older/ than you?”
“How old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
“How long have you been eighteen?” Katsuki holds his breath.
“Oh, jeez, I guess like six months now?”
“I’m fucking /older/ than you?”
And then there’s the romantic notion of a vampire resisting temptation for the one they love, avoiding too much intimacy as if the blood lust might wind up killing their partner. Yeah, no.
They’re in the middle of a pretty hot and heavy make out session the first time Katsuki bares his throat and says,
“Bite me”
— fully expecting Eijirou to wax poetic about how he can’t risk harming the love of his undead life.
“Bite me”
— fully expecting Eijirou to wax poetic about how he can’t risk harming the love of his undead life.
Nope.
Without a second thought, Eijirou clamps down and pierces Katsuki’s neck with his sharp little teeth and goes to town.
“Hey, what the fuck?!”
Ei sits up, mouth ruby red and eyes black as pitch.
“What?! You told me to bite you!”
“I didn’t think you actually WOULD!”
Without a second thought, Eijirou clamps down and pierces Katsuki’s neck with his sharp little teeth and goes to town.
“Hey, what the fuck?!”
Ei sits up, mouth ruby red and eyes black as pitch.
“What?! You told me to bite you!”
“I didn’t think you actually WOULD!”
“Well, shit, Katsuki, I can’t read minds!” Eijirou sits back, pouting.
“Are you seriously going to throw a fit because I’m not letting you eat me?”
A scoff. “I’m not,” air quotation marks here, “eating you.” Eijirou rolls his eyes. “If anything I’m drinking you.”
“Are you seriously going to throw a fit because I’m not letting you eat me?”
A scoff. “I’m not,” air quotation marks here, “eating you.” Eijirou rolls his eyes. “If anything I’m drinking you.”
And forget the idea of a sophisticated, black-clad, becloaked devil.
“You can’t be serious. You’re not really wearing that?”
“What?” Ei spins around, showing off his bell bottom jeans and bright red croc shoes.
Kat sighs in defeat as Ei pulls on a shirt with a pug on it.
“You can’t be serious. You’re not really wearing that?”
“What?” Ei spins around, showing off his bell bottom jeans and bright red croc shoes.
Kat sighs in defeat as Ei pulls on a shirt with a pug on it.
Eijirou misses baking in the sun so it isn’t super uncommon for Katsuki to find him sprawled out on a lawn chair at midnight, a foil reflector shining moonbeams across his dopey, sun-glasses covered face.
“Eijirou it’s like ten degrees outside.”
“Oh, word?”
“Eijirou it’s like ten degrees outside.”
“Oh, word?”
Dogs universally pretty much hate Eijirou, a fact that causes him MUCH distress. Something about him being a corpse makes dogs freak out.
“Hear me out,” he says one night. “Vampire dog.”
“You can’t turn a dog into a vampire.”
Ei throws his hands up, frustrated.
“Ugh!”
“Hear me out,” he says one night. “Vampire dog.”
“You can’t turn a dog into a vampire.”
Ei throws his hands up, frustrated.
“Ugh!”
As much as he tries to turn invisible, Eijirou absolutely cannot, a fact he refuses to acknowledge. This leads to Kat watching him “sneak” around the apartment moving shit and making weird faces as if he isn’t 100% visible.
Katsuki gives up trying to convince him. It’s funny.
Katsuki gives up trying to convince him. It’s funny.
“How did this even happen?” Katsuki finally asks.
“Dare.”
“Wh—“
“Someone dared me to let some dude bite me.”
“You didn’t think that was weird at all?”
Eijirou shrugs. “I was really into the game at that point.”
“Dare.”
“Wh—“
“Someone dared me to let some dude bite me.”
“You didn’t think that was weird at all?”
Eijirou shrugs. “I was really into the game at that point.”
Kat almost loses his mind when Ei starts hiding dirt under the mattress and sprinkling it all over the bed.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Katsukiiii, I can’t sleep without it.”
A dubious look. “What... is it?”
“My funeral soil!” A bright smile, as if it’s totes normal.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Katsukiiii, I can’t sleep without it.”
A dubious look. “What... is it?”
“My funeral soil!” A bright smile, as if it’s totes normal.
Katsuki looks like he’s just sucked on a lemon.
“You carry around a bucket of soil from the dirt you were buried in?”
Eijirou laughs. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He rummages under the bed for a moment and pulls something out. “It’s in a briefcase.”
“You carry around a bucket of soil from the dirt you were buried in?”
Eijirou laughs. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He rummages under the bed for a moment and pulls something out. “It’s in a briefcase.”
Guess I should link all these together lol https://twitter.com/borndeadd/status/1385607432563482625
