Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Vanitas x Fem!Dom: {Chains of Heart} [F]

Taking request from a friend who desperately needed a fic of this man (Never watched, seen, or know anything, because why would I?)

Context: You're a vampire, hopelessly in love with a human, it's a bit silly, but you're chained to him - figuratively, of course - with love.

POV: 2nd Person

Water splash over your head, the adornments on your pinned up (hair color) falling right off and clinking onto the ground, the silver and gold adornments of the hair pin shattering. A wooden tub falling over your head, covering your view of the raven who you call a boyfriend - Vanita.

You could hear his loud giggles, easily shoving off the stupid wooden tub. Cold water from the frozen river near your shared home tingling on your pale skin. You're practically half-dead anyway. Your eyes glimmering as they stare at Vanitas - an unimpressed expression on your face, but was actually adoration if looked inside deep enough.

You have just gotten home from a hunt, not for yourself, of course. You won't be able to eat the meat you hunt anyway, only hunting for Vanitas. Finding a boar somewhere in the woods, trudging home all bloodied up and getting a free 'bath' upon entering your shared room to clean yourself up.

"Vanilla." The way his nickname rolling off your tongue makes him shiver and stop laughing almost immediately. His bright blue eyes blinking rapidly as you make your way towards him, towering over him. He was only 5'9 after all, you're five inches taller (6'2).

Your hand trails under his jaw, cupping it and making it stay in place as you give him a kiss on the crown of his head. "Were you waiting for me to come home?" A smirk is on your face, clearly, he had been waiting for you to come home, but obviously not in that type of way. He wanted you to fall into his trap to have a bit of laughter.

"W-what?! No!- I mean, I was, but not for that reason!" He hugs your waist, letting out a huff, head to your collarbone, resting against your head.

"So you were." You lift his head so your eyes meet, slightly bending down as he slightly moves up to meet your lips. You only give him a peck, earning a small whine. "You don't deserve it, baby." You ruffle his hair before making your way to the bathroom.

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It was a bit of a coincidence how both of you met. You were hunting, following the scent of blood when you smelled something.. sweet. A scent you haven't smelled in this forest in a pretty long time. After all, you live in a cave up the mountain filled with ice and snow (you cleaned it out when you started living there). You don't go to hunt too much.

It was about a few months since you went on your last hunt, ending up becoming a prison-escapee because the desire for blood was too big, killing a human in the process and running away (you now have already finished your sentence - surprisingly only three years).

You follow the human scent, seemingly alone and probably planning to set their home here or just passing. Though passing here would be a bit odd, there was a nicer biome to cross, unlike this one.

You walk through, stalking behind them, hearing their boots crunch into the snow. You could see from the back, a big white bow on the blue cloak along with a traveling bag along with a rolled up tent attached, the small - presumably male - dragged a big sled with him, many, many wooden logs on it.

He was honestly struggling to move it, so you take the initiative. If anything, at first you just wanted a taste, but now.. not so much (killing your human boyfriend isn't how you want him to die). "Need some help?" It was almost like you came out of thin air, he yelps and moves back, almost falling on his bottom as he slipped on the snow if not for you grabbing him and pulling him towards you.

He's embarrassed, his ears turn red, and it's not from the cold.

You offer to help him build his new home, then he offered you to stay. It's not very common that anyone does it, but he does. Batting his eyelashes at you like they were nothing, it kind of drove you crazy. Many, many months have passed, you leaving for about a few years to finally serve your sentence and coming back like it was the next day. He threw himself at you almost immediately when opening the front door.

"Where have you been?! I missed you so much - too much - how could you?!" He shoves the newspaper in your hands, face burrowing into your neck, warm breath fanning over your cold skin, he knows where you were, but he doesn't talk about it. Grabbing your face in such a haste motion and pulling you in for a wet kiss - he was crying - you tasted the salt in his tears but only bended to return the kiss so he wouldn't have to stand on his toes.

That was the moment you knew that your heart was chained to him. Belonging to him unlike anyone else during the hundred years you've lived.

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Author's note: Bad and unsatisfying Imo, but nonetheless, it's here