The First King Of Hyrule ✨🌿

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could you ever try writing a poly between 3 vampires and male reader? like, reader is a painter and the vampires ask him to paint them something while in their house, and is just.. evolves. sorry if it doesn't make sense

Love Bites

Poly!Vampires x Male!Painter!Reader

CW: implied kidnapping, murder, implied vampirism

holy shit this is like one of the chillest fics ive made so far :0 anyways enjoy the funny vampire men !!

🌙 You always had a knack for finding beauty in everything, from the calming dance of raindrops amongst the smell of petrichor or the lovely reds and oranges of the fall when the leaves withered.

🌙 It was very handy considering what you did for fun.

🌙 You loved to paint, anything and everything you saw was inspiration for you. After a long day of delivering bread and pastries to the people in your village from your bakery, you would run up to your room and continue on the latest masterpiece you were working on.

🌙 Everyone in the village loved your work, many of them paying you for a painting of their own.

🌙 Life was simple and calm, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

🌙 But life decided fuck that bullshit.

🌙 Rumors and whispers filled the streets of the town, it wasn't like the usual talk like someone's daughter getting married or the like, it was much more...unusual.

🌙 News spread from neighboring towns of coffins being found unearthed and opened, shadowy figures roaming around in the late hours of the night, and bodies being found in the morning, drained from their blood.

🌙 It was a terrifying thought, but you didn't dwell upon it, you weren't the type to believe such rumors so easily, and yet a feeling of uneasiness lingered within your soul.

🌙 Your town was no longer the vibrant, happy place it once was before. Windows that once had lovely flowers and laundry lines hung on them were shut day and night, the busy streets you once traversed were covered in a gloomy fog. It really was like an evil has brought itself to your home.

🌙 Or should I say evils?

🌙 In the midst of all the tension, 3 men came to your town. Eccentric was an understatement when describing them, it was like the horrors and whispers of death and murder didn't faze them a bit.

🌙 Even so, you were happy to see something other than terrified faces and panicked expressions.

🌙 You greeted them politely during a cloudy day and noticed how covered they were. One had a large hat on, the other draped in a black cloak and the last holding a parasol that shrouded him in darkness.

🌙 "Good afternoon to you too, me and my friends here are just visiting this quaint little village, how uhm...calm..it is here..hah.."

🌙 The cloaked one chuckled whilst looking to the empty streets.

🌙 "My, my! Aren't you that famous painter I've been hearing about! I'd love to get a painting done from you, but it seems everyone here is quite busy with other things.." says the one in the hat.

🌙 "Oh no! I'd love to paint for you! Come, let's talk more in my bakery. Painting is more of a secondary job for me." You guide the men to your home as you hear the cawing of crows overhead.

🌙 Days pass and you grow closer to the men. You learned that their names were Viktor, Garrick and Silas.

🌙 Viktor had long, silky hair the color of raven's feathers. His eyes shone like two rubies in the dim light of the lanterns you lit around the house. He wore a black cape which hid a wine-red vest.

🌙 He was a gentleman and had a love for poetry. He would recite his favorites to you as you painted next to him. One interesting thing you learned was that he's scared of mice. 'Dreadful things' he calls them, you found it quite adorable once when you two were talking and he suddenly squealed and pulled his feet up at the sight of a small mouse crawling passed your floors. His face, although still as pale as the moon, turned into a light red.

🌙 Garrick had messy, dark hair. His fingers were always adorned with golden rings, and he wore a somewhat stained white, ruffled shirt, you can't tell what it's stained with though. His eyes were a deep purple, one of them covered by his locks. He was unusually flirtatious with you. You joked how he should be courting women, not a baker's son such as yourself, but he whined and cooed how irresistible you were to him, why wouldn't he be interested in a boy like you!

🌙 Silas is a bit darker skinned than the others, who were unusually pale. he had round black glasses and silver hair under a dark hat. Over his shoulders draped a coat, you weren't able to decipher what he kept under it, only that they were vials of strange substances. His eyes were the color of amber, like the hues of leaves that fell in the autumn. Rather shy, he was, always looking away from your eyes whenever he talked with you. He had an interest in flowers, always handing you one whenever he visited for inspiration purposes of course...

🌙 You wouldn't notice it at first, but they've gotten quite a liking to you, protective even. They would always check up on you, if you've been eating, who you've talked to today, things like that.

🌙 It was only until they scared off a young lady for making small talk with you that you started to notice something was off about them.

🌙 When you heard the next day her body was found dead with bite marks on her neck and drained of her blood, you started to worry.

🌙 You started avoided them after that, making excuses to not invite them over to your bakery, walking the other way the moment you see them down the street. They noticed your strange behavior towards them and knew something was wrong with you.

🌙 They didn't buy your silly act at all...

🌙 "You just had to leave the body there, didn't you?!"

🌙 "What? It's fun seeing them all scared and panicky!"

🌙 "Hahah yes but uhm...there's no food out anymore..."

🌙 You heard their voices by your door during the late hours of the night. The feeling that your new friends were not what they seem festered in your mind, but your kind nature overrode your fear and you opened your door.

🌙 "Hey! It's dangerous out there! Do you want to be gutted or something?"

🌙 The 3 of them were walking along the moonlit streets when they heard your voice.

🌙 "A-Ah! Yes! Uhm...of course, excuse us, we just came back from uh..."

🌙 "A pub-"

🌙 "A pub! Yes! And we've somehow lost our way! Could you, by chance, let us stay the night? Our inn is particularly far you see.."

🌙 You unlocked your door and let the 3 gentlemen in, going to the kitchen to warm up some bread and tea for them.

🌙 "Make yourselves at home! Apologies for the mess, I been really busy lately..." you say sweetly. Viktor nods with a smile and they all sit down, whispering softly amongst one another.

🌙 As you wait for the tea to warm, you get a good look at the 3 men.

🌙 Pale skin, pointed ears, not to mention their eyes, they have to be. You had to stop yourself from gasping when Garrick laughed, revealing his sharp fangs. Fear bubbled in your stomach once more until you heard the whistle of your kettle.

🌙 After giving them their tea, you feigned a yawn and told them you were off to bed, giving directions to the spare quarters before going in your room and waiting by your door for any sounds, grabbing a broken paintbrush you accidentally snapped, a makeshift wooden stake..

🌙 You then hear the men climbing the stairs, a conversation being exchanged between them.

🌙 "Shame we must drink from him now, he was such a darling though.."

🌙 "Oh, but I believe I'm quite well off with those wonderful treats he offered us. It's a mystery how someone as wonderful as him isn' married yet..."

🌙 "Unfortunate as it is, I don't think it would be in our best interest if the boy lives.."

🌙 Your heart pounded faster as you heard them talk about you. Your hunch was true, these men are the demons that have ravaged your town. You scrambled to your bed as you hear them walk to your room.

🌙 Your door creaks open as you grip your blanket tight. Footsteps approach you as you feel a dip in the bed.

🌙 "I can hear your cute little heartbeat darling~ I know you're awake~" You hear Viktor purr, tears start to well up in your eyes as they open.

🌙 A hand caresses your cheek and brushes your hair away from your face. You brace yourself as you feel Viktor's cold breath near your neck. You dare not move lest the beast lying next to you devour you whole.

🌙 "Do we have to Viktor?" You hear Silas say in a sorrowful tone.

🌙 "I'm with Silas with this one, why can't we just..I don't know, bring him with us?"

🌙 Viktor pulls back as he pauses for a moment. You could hear the smirk on his face when he chuckles. "Actually, that's not a bad idea Garrick.."

🌙 The next morning, the townspeople saw that your front door was wide open, a window or two was broken and paintings that hung on every wall was gone. There was no sign of you. The only thing that remained was a stain of blood on your bed and claw marks on the walls of your bedroom...

oOOoOooooOo cliffhanger or whatever :00000 part 2 soon !! sorry this one took so long, i had a hard time with the story and such..

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You could feel the bullets breeze past your face, embedding into your walls and couch. Screams ripped from your mouth and you curled into yourself as hard as you could, trying to keep small. Placing your palms over your ears, you clenched your eyes shut and buried your face into your knees.

Ahn’thu turned around, quickly becoming transparent to them. The sharp shink of his blade seemed to be louder than the gunfire itself, and just like that, bodies were dropping like flies. Their screams penetrated through your cupped palms and tears continued to flow down your cheeks.

While the gunfire was lessening, that didn’t mean there wasn’t any. Searing white hot pain shot through your thigh, the pain filled scream making Ahn’thu turn towards you quickly, his cloak turning off. His breathing seemed to be labored, and a deafening roar reverberated through the house.

Twisting his body towards the closest soldier next to him, Ahn’thu grabbed ahold of his head before twisting and pulling it ominously, in the Predators large hands lay a head and dangled a spine.

Ahn’thu grabbed for the shuriken at his waist, the blades flinging open and glinting in the looks light. The throw was quick and fluid, the blade embedding into a man’s throat.

Some of the men fled after that, dropping their weapons and trying to find an exit. After the Yautja killed the last man standing, he turned his full attention to the small human that laid curled on the couch, sweat coating their body.

The big guy took a step forward but stopped when you tucked your body closer into the couch, a loud pain filled gasp following closely after. As much as he wanted you to become comfortable with him, that wasn’t really a priority when there was a bullet lodged in your thigh.

Ahn’thu looked towards the wound, clicking worriedly at the blood seeping through your clenched hands that were currently putting pressure on the area. He quickly walked forward, scooping you up into his hands, chest vibrating as a soft but loud purr hit your ears. It took little time for your body to go limp in his arms, your body less tense and your heat signature dropping just a little to show that you weren’t in any distress.

The wailing of cop sirens made the Yautja curse under his breath. He walked over to one of the dead bodies, softly positioning you so you were cradled in the crook of one of his arms. He pulled the shuriken from the man’s throat, flicking it out so that the blades closed.

His ship was quite far where he was currently, but thankfully you lived in a place that was surrounded by woods for miles. It would be easy to call for his ship and cloak it in a clearing.

Ahn’thu made his way out, going through the gaping hole in your wall. He tried his best not to jostle you, as to not irritate your wound. The sound of humans breaking down the door and yelling made him move a bit faster, the cloaking device immediately bending the light and allowing you two to become transparent.

He needed to get the bullet out soon, your soft skin was looking pale and clammy, and your eyes looked bleary with pain. He purred reassuringly, tucking your body into his better chest to keep you warm.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you passed out, for the second time that night.

Late night Yautja thoughts!

These are in no particular order and are just random stuff that's been rattling around my head recently. Enjoy!

Watching any and all movies depicting aliens would turn into "angry mystery science theater" with them as they ramble about everything the film gets wrong. Possibly ends with the TV remote being launched at the television at high speed.

Also applies to if you own any copy of those corny "Guides to Extraterrestrial species". Expect to one day find the copy with their handwriting ALL OVER its pages as they correct stuff in it with things like the grey aliens being marked as "not actually malevolent just weird" or a random "SCREW THESE GUYS!" written in all caps on one entry.

Probably would love documentaries/books depicting human history, especially ancient/medieval history because "You humans once used proper swords and blades too!?"

They totally would love human wine and sake. No reason I think this I just like imagining a dainty little sake set cup in their huge hands or them sipping a red wine from a huge ornate chalice.

If you have slightly odd pets such as a ball python, expect to see them sitting in front of the terrarium just watching the snake as if it's the most fascinating show ever. Also applies to fish tanks, lizards or most anything kept in a terrarium/aquarium.

Any horror movie involving spirits or ghosts will likely at least once see you turning to them and seeing that they're watching the movie through their fingers or has wrapped up as best they can in the blanket because evil spirits strike me as something the yautja would be deeply freaked out by.

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