This is a collection of "x Fem!Reader" stories for when I feel needed to ship you with a crush of mine...
(or when I just can't find any x Readers that involve said crushes.)
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These will range from:
🔞Amphibia (Grime x Reader),
Psycho Gorem...
(A/N: This is Count Dracula from season 1 of the show Young Dracula. This is not to poke fun at people with Albinism, this is to show that no matter your skin tone, eye color, or hair color, you are beautiful, loved, and appreciated. I deeply apologize if you do find any offense to this, and you are more than welcome to not read this oneshot. For the people who don't have time to read the whole thing, I have an area that tells where the intro of the steamy part is. Right then, please enjoy this longer lemon oneshot!)
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The Count's POV ~•~•~
Blood, new blood. He smells it as soon as Vlad opens the door. However, he can't pinpoint which type.
As he sits on his throne, he listens for an unfamiliar voice. But he only hears Vlad's female, breather playmate as she introduces Vlad to...Valen?
Now, where have I heard that name before?
He rubs his index finger across his bottom lip, mulling over that last name, knowing he's heard that same name once before. In all honesty, he's heard many names before, having lived 600 years and hearing all sorts of last names. But this one, it's familiar in a different way.
"Shh! What if Dad hears you?" Vlad hushing his sister snaps the Count out of his thought.
With a soft sigh, he stands from his throne and fans his cloak out behind him, stretching out his stiff neck. Then, he speeds towards his son, and he's met with a beautiful sight at the door.
A young lady stands tall beside Chloe, grasping the kid's hand. For a moment, Count forgets how to breathe, unable to function in front of such beauty, like staring at a magnificently carved statue or snowy scenery.
