Tag: Sakamaki Laito

For your caretaker AU, the boys recognise the reader (who is a vampire of minor nobility) as one of their former maids who treated them very kindly as children, and was a firm favourite until Cordelia got rid of her due to jealousy (eg. allowed Kanato an extra cookie at dinner, listened to Reiji go on about whatever book he’d just read, let Shu play with her pet dog, praise Ayato when he did well and console him when he didn’t, spent time talking with Laito, helped Subaru curb his anger, etc.)

Admin Mawile: (*･▽･*)

Shuu:

-It’s strange to think that you’re back, and sort of unpleasant to know that you probably remember him before… everything. He’s likely to try to avoid you out of a need to keep far away from any kind of attachment, and deny remembering who you are if you press on the matter. 

Reiji:

-It’s a bizarre feeling to see someone who was actually sort of nice to him as a child, and, while he’s still not exactly going to be kind, you might get some extra leeway due to whatever sympathy he has in him. You were one of the better forces in their childhoods, and that does deserve some thanks. 

Ayato:

-If you go right back to treating him with the same open appreciation you did when he was a kid, he’s likely to slip back into the same routine. He’s a pretty childish person at heart, and remembering how nice you used to be goes a long ways in getting him to open up a bit to why you’re there. 

Kanato:

-Aside from the fact that he’s likely to get dangerously, violently possessive of the one person who was decently kind to him, being remembered does improve your chances of not meeting an unfortunate end. Especially if you’re still willing to make him sweets whenever he wants. 

Laito:

-Anything that reminds him of his childhood is kind of a touchy subject, and he might actually be more standoffish because you know too much. As long as you let him act like the cheerful pervert he wants to be seen as, there shouldn’t be much trouble, but do not try to question the facade he’s assembled. 

Subaru:

-He definitely remembers you… and is now mildly terrified that he’s going to ruin everything and either hurt you or chase you away. He acts as angry as usual, but it’s mostly because he doesn’t know how to deal with someone who was actually kind to him back before he could protect himself. 

I’m interested in Laito’s route. Getting him to admit, at least superficially/sexually, that he likes being dominated would be fairly easy, but getting him to be emotionally vulnerable? Very, VERY difficult. I’m looking forward to seeing you write it~!

Admin Mawile: Oh, and I fully intend for him to be emotionally vulnerable~

The way I picture his route going is that, when reader isn’t phased by his attempts at intimidation, he takes it as a fun little challenge and accepts her dominating him in whatever way he can pressure her into. 

Time passes, he starts to catch Feelings because reader is the first person to treat him like more than an empty-headed pervert and have genuinely good intentions, and Laito slowly starts to freak out because he’s falling in love with someone for the first time in his life and he doesn’t know what to do. 

Reader, meanwhile, takes all of this in stride, and continues to do her best to haphazardly glue all the Laito-pieces back together. 

At this point, she just wants to help (and DAMN does she feel bad for him), but Laito makes everything difficult, and if he doesn’t knock it off, so help her she is going to bring feelings into this. Laito does not stop acting like, well Laito, and he’s forced to face feelings in the end, which goes surprisingly well considering that reader has not yet realized the depth of fucked-up that Laito truly is. 

Things get sorted out somehow, though, and it all works out in the end. 

This is just a rough idea, though, and I imagine that things will change as I write! Who knows how it’s going to wind up

in the den of monsters, pray

Admin Mawile: Aaaand the introduction is done! (๑´ㅂ`๑) I still sort of feel like I’m making a mistake by starting another fic, but ya’ll seem excited! I’m definitely having fun writing this, thus far! As established, this the beginning of a much longer Sub Au fic!

My main note for this part is that, unlike my usual, I had to give the reader a specified gender. It was tripping up the writing to try to make it completely neutral, unfortunately. Reader is female in this fic, but is otherwise left as vague as I can manage~

The intro here is pretty short (only a little under 3000 words), but I’m hoping further chapters will be better! I’ll be starting on someone’s route next, so please vote on whose I should choose, if you haven’t already. 

As always, questions and comments are very appreciated! ❤

Fic below the cut!!

The taxi drives for what feels like hours.

Little by little, you get farther and farther from civilization. Sitting in a dark car, fabric seats soft underneath you, you can’t help but feel like you’re headed somewhere terrible. It doesn’t help that you can’t see the driver.

There’s a smell of something in the air that you imagine is blood, thick and metallic, organic and somehow wrong. Your stomach churns.

You’d been sent away for reasons that you didn’t know. Your best friend’s parents had tried to ship her off to somewhere unknown, and when you saw the poor girl broken down, sobbing in terror of the unknown, you’d stepped in. Volunteering to take a younger girl’s place, who-knows-where, probably wasn’t the best idea, but you were not going to sit and watch.

The look of fear in your friend’s eyes would haunt you for years. You never would have been able to live with yourself if you hadn’t stepped in, if you’d allowed someone you loved to be sent away so easily.

So you’d forced your way into her place. Her parents had looked at you like you were crazy. You’d set your jaw and refused to back down.

The taxi had arrived the next morning, windows dark.

After a long ride, you were more nervous than ever, but steeling yourself not to show it. Wherever you were going, you could only imagine that it would hurt you to show fear.

You’ve passed forests and towns, slowly getting smaller and smaller the longer you drive. It feels like you’re heading to the middle of nowhere, and you can only imagine what’s waiting for you in the end. You think of who could be here instead, and know that it’s better that it’s you.

Finally, the taxi comes to a stop. There’s a mansion outside, one that you’ve seen slowly approaching for a while now. It’s huge, dark walls towering above you like a fortress. It’s larger than any house you’ve ever seen, sprawling out to both sides, and you swallow heavily. You can’t imagine what sort of people live in a place so ornate.

But you step out of the taxi. You gather your things. You drag your suitcase up to the front steps as the car pulls away behind you.

You’re stranded now, you think, and almost laugh.

There’s a faint smell of roses in the air, you note, mixed with something dark and unfamiliar. A cool breeze wraps around you, and you shiver. It’s beautiful here, in away that feels almost unreal.

A knock to the door yields no response, and you stand outside for a few long moments, waiting for someone to answer. You’re positive that this is where you’re supposed to be, and you wonder if whoever brought you here is simply toying with you, seeing how you’re going to react.

As if in defiance, you push the door open yourself and step inside. You’re afraid, yes, but if you’re going to meet a horrible end here, it’ll at least be in a way that you can be proud of. You’re not going to cower.

The inside of the mansion is dark, and the air itself feels thick around you. There’s rich furniture everywhere you look, and the air smells dark and musty, like no one has lived there in decades. Somehow, there’s no dust to be found, and that sends a little spike of worry through you.

Someone is definitely here.

It only takes a few moments of wandering around to find an empty sitting room. Making a split-second decision, you roll your suitcase up to one chair and plop down in it. You’ll sit there until someone shows up.

There’s no point in aimlessly searching through a mansion ten times the size of any house you’ve ever been in for any signs of life.

If someone is there, they’ll find you soon enough.

In a few minutes, the creepy atmosphere of the mansion progresses to downright intimidating. It’s quiet, eerily so, with only a few ominous creaks and odd noises to break up the emptiness. You feel like telling yourself that it’s just the house settling, and almost laugh. You’re starting to sound like this is some kind of horror movie. For all you know, it is.

You close your eyes and think of your friend, sobbing and afraid. You have a reason to be here, and you’re not going to back down.

The chair under you is softer than anything you’ve felt. It feels rich in an almost unnatural way, like nothing you’ve ever touched. What kind of people live here? What kind of people have such nice things?

When you open your eyes, it’s to someone behind you.

You know without turning around that there’s someone there. You feel suddenly, abruptly watched, and your stomach sinks hard. The person appeared so suddenly, with no sound, and you can’t imagine anything human being able to move like that. Instead of panicking, though, you take a deep breath and force yourself to be calm, to stand up and turn around.

The man behind you is tall and slender. His dark hair falls in soft waves, and glasses barely conceal sharp eyes. He’s wearing a nice suit, and his posture is so straight it would make a ruler look crooked.

He’s frowning, a stern expression etched across his handsome face.

“How odd. I had expected our guest would be younger,” he says, low voice smooth and polite, with a hint of something sharp lurking in his tone.

You stand up straight and meet his eye, refusing to show the nerves you feel. “If your ‘guest’ is who I’m thinking of, I took her place. It was a last minute change,” you say, and your voice is thankfully even.

“Ah,” the man says, looking at you with cold eyes. “I see. So you’re not who we were planning for. Would you please tell me who you are?”

You introduce yourself, stating only your name. The man replies that he is Sakamaki Reiji, the second son of the household that you’ve been sent to stay in, and you don’t miss the carefully concealed disdain in his voice.

He tells you to gather your things, that he’ll have someone lead you to your room, that this situation will be dealt with later. Your hand goes white-knuckled around the handle of your suitcase. Reiji’s eyes are brighter than they should be, sharper, and you don’t like it.

Just as you’re about to follow him, though, a hand lands on your shoulder. You suppress a startled jerk only barely, and turn around.

It’s another young man, this time with wavy, auburn hair, a wicked smile on his lips, and a hat falling forward over his eyes. He’s leaning in close to you, uncomfortably so, and his hand is tight in your shoulder.

“Hmm? So this is who’s been sent to us?” he asks, tone mocking and light. “What a pretty face… but such a cold expression. How about you smile a little bit, Bitch-chan? You’d look cuter if you did~”

Whatever uncertainty you’d had drops like a stone. He’s making fun of you, you can tell, and it’s only a vague feeling of dread that keeps you from biting back something cruel. There’s a dark aura about this boy, something you can feel in the air, and you don’t want to press at something dangerous.

Instead, you turn around, intending to follow Reiji to your room.

… and come face to face with another one of them.

This time it’s a small boy, all soft cheeks and impossibly wide eyes. He’s clutching a toy to his chest, and is dressed like a child.

You take a step back, startled, and the boy smiles like he’s a cat eyeing a bird with a broken wing. “Teddy… We have someone new to play with,” he mumbles, squeezing the bear to his chest. “We’ll have to break her properly, won’t we? Won’t that be oh-so fun?”

It’s not a good sign. The boy seems unhinged, and you don’t like the predatory gaze he’s eyeing you with. It’s downright impressive that a person so small could be so intimidating, but you don’t want to find out why.

“Shut up! The new prey is mine,” a third voice chimes in, and you spin around to see yet another of them waiting for you.

This boy has a face like the auburn-haired one, but a cocky expression and blood red hair. He grabs you by the shoulders, pulls you towards him like it’s nothing, and leans in much too close for comfort.

“Yuck, she’s old,” he whines, making a sour expression. “Smells good, though. I wonder what you’re gonna taste like,” he laughs. “I bet you’re sweeter than you look… but there’s one way to find out.” He leans in so close you can feel his breath on your neck, and you barely resist struggling.

Somehow, you feel like fighting back would be a death sentence.

“Ayato, if you must persist with such behavior, do it in privacy, please,” Reiji interrupts, and the redhead freezes in place.

You think, for a moment, that he’s going to do something to you anyway, but instead, he pulls away with a glare, scoffing angrily. One of the others snickers, sounding amused. You force down something like terror.

Despite all instincts saying otherwise, you hold still. You already have a feeling that fighting back will just get you in more trouble. You hold yourself tall, breathing even, and doing everything possible to stay calm. Whatever happens, it won’t help you in the slightest if you panic.

“Impressive,” a new voice says, and you feel a headache coming on. How many of these boys are there? “She’s staying pretty calm.”

Reiji stiffens immediately, you note, making a face like he’s eaten something rotten. The other three are still circling you, eyeing you with what’s worryingly close to predatory intent.

There’s a blonde man stretched out on a couch a short ways away. You’re positive that he wasn’t there a moment ago.

Something is starting to feel increasingly wrong.

“What?” the blonde says, letting his eyes slip shut. “This is my home too, Reiji. I can say what I want to.” His tone is bitter and slow.

“Perhaps, but you can also know when to keep your mouth shut,” Reiji replies cooly, and you can already see that there is some hatred between them, some rivalry. Reiji did mention that he was the second son.

Another couple lines are exchanged, the boys’ voices going low with barely disguised anger. The redhead gives a bitter little laugh from behind you, and the small one clutches his toy close to his chest. You’re starting to get a headache from keeping track of all of them, and in almost the exact moment you think that, a sixth voice joins the argument.

“What the hell is all the noise for?” an even younger boy snaps from across the room. His hair is dove white, and he looks strong, even though you can see a youth in his features that betrays his age.

“We’re deciding what to do with our little guest here~,” the auburn haired one says, and gives you a little shove. He’s stronger than he looks.

“Yeah, and Reiji’s being boring about it,” the redhead adds, crossing his arms in a childish motion and leering at you with sharp eyes.

“Perhaps Subaru wanted a taste,” the small one murmurs, a note of something mocking in his voice. “Perhaps he thinks he’ll win her over by being her knight in shining armor. What do you think, Teddy?

The strong boy’s fist splits the wood of the nearby staircase.

It takes considerable effort not to react outwardly. You’ve already figured out that letting anything slip is a bad idea around these boys, but that, that simply wasn’t human.

The pieces fall together quickly in your head. A massive mansion in the middle of nowhere. Six beautiful young men who look at you like they want to swallow you whole. A boy strong enough to crush solid wood like it was paper. The mysterious circumstances under which you were sent to the mansion to begin with, the utter lack of information on it all.

You weren’t among humans anymore.

Somehow, though, that eased some of your fear. Humans who could act like this were one thing. Monsters stuffed into pretty skins were another.

You would at least know what to expect from the monsters.

So you stood still, allowed the boys to keep bickering. Their vicious comments flew over your head easily now that you knew the truth, their too bright eyes on you no longer giving you the same chills.

Somehow, you had the feeling that they wouldn’t kill you. If they’d wanted to, it would have been easier to do it from the start, after all.

If they’d wanted you dead, you wouldn’t still be standing.

Your fear was fading fast, replaced with a sense of resignation and mild interest. If you were the sort of person who would volunteer to be sent somewhere like this in the first place, you could withstand what happened.

After a few moments, the arguments died down. Their eyes fixed on you one by one, a strange atmosphere filling the room.

“… she’s not afraid anymore,” Ayato, as you’d picked out that his name was, said. His pretty green eyes stared at you like you’d grown a second head. He shifted position a bit, almost defensive.

“Teddy, why isn’t she more worried? Doesn’t she know that we’re going to hurt her,” the small one, Kanato said with a low voice.

All you saw was an empty threat, a boy trying to frighten what he saw as below him. He probably would hurt you. That didn’t mean you were going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you shake before him.

There was suddenly a great imbalance in the room. Now that you were calm, now that you were looking carefully, you could see the obvious discord between the brothers. Now that you were calm, you could see all of them eyeing you with something like curiosity mixed with uncertainty.

You imagined that few people hadn’t cowered from them.

“I think it’s time our guest is shown to her room.” Reiji broke the silence, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

He went through a quick introduction of who was who, and you nodded along, already having caught onto everyone’s names. The boys were still staring, some cold unreadable feeling thick in their eyes.

You were just about to follow Reiji to where you would be staying when Laito said something, sing-song voice filled with threat.

“Bitch-chan is awfully relaxed for being stuck in a house of vampires,”

You could see in his eyes that he was expecting you to panic.

Instead, you looked him dead in the eye, smiling politely. “Ah, so that’s what you are. Thank you for telling me; I’ll know what to expect, now.” You knew better than to fight, but you weren’t going to be afraid.

For just an instant, you see a flash of something furious in Laito’s eyes. Instead of scaring you, it shows you that he can feel.

Already, you’re getting an impression of what these boys are like. They fight amongst each other, every one of them puffed up with ego. Like any teenage boys, they’re immature and selfish, but with supernatural abilities, they think that they hold some special place in the world. You can expect them to be cruel, you think, you can expect pain.

When you think of someone you love being in your place, you don’t wish for a second that you wouldn’t have chosen this path.

It’s easy to follow Reiji, easier yet to catch the way he’s glaring at you. He leads you through a series of hallways with no words, and you stand tall with every step. The mansion doesn’t scare you anymore.

Your room is pink and pretty, something clearly intended for a girl much younger than yourself. That alone makes you almost angry.

The idea of someone small and frightened being locked up here with the monsters makes you wish you could get away with punching one of them in the face. They have no right to prey on those who can’t fight back.

Instead, you put your things away, and sit down on the bed.

It’s soft beneath you, and you run your fingers over the silky blankets. Your stay here is sure to be an experience. You may never leave.

That thought doesn’t scare you nearly as much as is probably should.

in the den of monsters, pray

Admin Mawile: Aaaand the introduction is done! (๑´ㅂ`๑) I still sort of feel like I’m making a mistake by starting another fic, but ya’ll seem excited! I’m definitely having fun writing this, thus far! As established, this the beginning of a much longer Sub Au fic!

My main note for this part is that, unlike my usual, I had to give the reader a specified gender. It was tripping up the writing to try to make it completely neutral, unfortunately. Reader is female in this fic, but is otherwise left as vague as I can manage~

The intro here is pretty short (only a little under 3000 words), but I’m hoping further chapters will be better! I’ll be starting on someone’s route next, so please vote on whose I should choose, if you haven’t already. 

As always, questions and comments are very appreciated! ❤

Fic below the cut!!

The taxi drives for what feels like hours.

Little by little, you get farther and farther from civilization. Sitting in a dark car, fabric seats soft underneath you, you can’t help but feel like you’re headed somewhere terrible. It doesn’t help that you can’t see the driver.

There’s a smell of something in the air that you imagine is blood, thick and metallic, organic and somehow wrong. Your stomach churns.

You’d been sent away for reasons that you didn’t know. Your best friend’s parents had tried to ship her off to somewhere unknown, and when you saw the poor girl broken down, sobbing in terror of the unknown, you’d stepped in. Volunteering to take a younger girl’s place, who-knows-where, probably wasn’t the best idea, but you were not going to sit and watch.

The look of fear in your friend’s eyes would haunt you for years. You never would have been able to live with yourself if you hadn’t stepped in, if you’d allowed someone you loved to be sent away so easily.

So you’d forced your way into her place. Her parents had looked at you like you were crazy. You’d set your jaw and refused to back down.

The taxi had arrived the next morning, windows dark.

After a long ride, you were more nervous than ever, but steeling yourself not to show it. Wherever you were going, you could only imagine that it would hurt you to show fear.

You’ve passed forests and towns, slowly getting smaller and smaller the longer you drive. It feels like you’re heading to the middle of nowhere, and you can only imagine what’s waiting for you in the end. You think of who could be here instead, and know that it’s better that it’s you.

Finally, the taxi comes to a stop. There’s a mansion outside, one that you’ve seen slowly approaching for a while now. It’s huge, dark walls towering above you like a fortress. It’s larger than any house you’ve ever seen, sprawling out to both sides, and you swallow heavily. You can’t imagine what sort of people live in a place so ornate.

But you step out of the taxi. You gather your things. You drag your suitcase up to the front steps as the car pulls away behind you.

You’re stranded now, you think, and almost laugh.

There’s a faint smell of roses in the air, you note, mixed with something dark and unfamiliar. A cool breeze wraps around you, and you shiver. It’s beautiful here, in away that feels almost unreal.

A knock to the door yields no response, and you stand outside for a few long moments, waiting for someone to answer. You’re positive that this is where you’re supposed to be, and you wonder if whoever brought you here is simply toying with you, seeing how you’re going to react.

As if in defiance, you push the door open yourself and step inside. You’re afraid, yes, but if you’re going to meet a horrible end here, it’ll at least be in a way that you can be proud of. You’re not going to cower.

The inside of the mansion is dark, and the air itself feels thick around you. There’s rich furniture everywhere you look, and the air smells dark and musty, like no one has lived there in decades. Somehow, there’s no dust to be found, and that sends a little spike of worry through you.

Someone is definitely here.

It only takes a few moments of wandering around to find an empty sitting room. Making a split-second decision, you roll your suitcase up to one chair and plop down in it. You’ll sit there until someone shows up.

There’s no point in aimlessly searching through a mansion ten times the size of any house you’ve ever been in for any signs of life.

If someone is there, they’ll find you soon enough.

In a few minutes, the creepy atmosphere of the mansion progresses to downright intimidating. It’s quiet, eerily so, with only a few ominous creaks and odd noises to break up the emptiness. You feel like telling yourself that it’s just the house settling, and almost laugh. You’re starting to sound like this is some kind of horror movie. For all you know, it is.

You close your eyes and think of your friend, sobbing and afraid. You have a reason to be here, and you’re not going to back down.

The chair under you is softer than anything you’ve felt. It feels rich in an almost unnatural way, like nothing you’ve ever touched. What kind of people live here? What kind of people have such nice things?

When you open your eyes, it’s to someone behind you.

You know without turning around that there’s someone there. You feel suddenly, abruptly watched, and your stomach sinks hard. The person appeared so suddenly, with no sound, and you can’t imagine anything human being able to move like that. Instead of panicking, though, you take a deep breath and force yourself to be calm, to stand up and turn around.

The man behind you is tall and slender. His dark hair falls in soft waves, and glasses barely conceal sharp eyes. He’s wearing a nice suit, and his posture is so straight it would make a ruler look crooked.

He’s frowning, a stern expression etched across his handsome face.

“How odd. I had expected our guest would be younger,” he says, low voice smooth and polite, with a hint of something sharp lurking in his tone.

You stand up straight and meet his eye, refusing to show the nerves you feel. “If your ‘guest’ is who I’m thinking of, I took her place. It was a last minute change,” you say, and your voice is thankfully even.

“Ah,” the man says, looking at you with cold eyes. “I see. So you’re not who we were planning for. Would you please tell me who you are?”

You introduce yourself, stating only your name. The man replies that he is Sakamaki Reiji, the second son of the household that you’ve been sent to stay in, and you don’t miss the carefully concealed disdain in his voice.

He tells you to gather your things, that he’ll have someone lead you to your room, that this situation will be dealt with later. Your hand goes white-knuckled around the handle of your suitcase. Reiji’s eyes are brighter than they should be, sharper, and you don’t like it.

Just as you’re about to follow him, though, a hand lands on your shoulder. You suppress a startled jerk only barely, and turn around.

It’s another young man, this time with wavy, auburn hair, a wicked smile on his lips, and a hat falling forward over his eyes. He’s leaning in close to you, uncomfortably so, and his hand is tight in your shoulder.

“Hmm? So this is who’s been sent to us?” he asks, tone mocking and light. “What a pretty face… but such a cold expression. How about you smile a little bit, Bitch-chan? You’d look cuter if you did~”

Whatever uncertainty you’d had drops like a stone. He’s making fun of you, you can tell, and it’s only a vague feeling of dread that keeps you from biting back something cruel. There’s a dark aura about this boy, something you can feel in the air, and you don’t want to press at something dangerous.

Instead, you turn around, intending to follow Reiji to your room.

… and come face to face with another one of them.

This time it’s a small boy, all soft cheeks and impossibly wide eyes. He’s clutching a toy to his chest, and is dressed like a child.

You take a step back, startled, and the boy smiles like he’s a cat eyeing a bird with a broken wing. “Teddy… We have someone new to play with,” he mumbles, squeezing the bear to his chest. “We’ll have to break her properly, won’t we? Won’t that be oh-so fun?”

It’s not a good sign. The boy seems unhinged, and you don’t like the predatory gaze he’s eyeing you with. It’s downright impressive that a person so small could be so intimidating, but you don’t want to find out why.

“Shut up! The new prey is mine,” a third voice chimes in, and you spin around to see yet another of them waiting for you.

This boy has a face like the auburn-haired one, but a cocky expression and blood red hair. He grabs you by the shoulders, pulls you towards him like it’s nothing, and leans in much too close for comfort.

“Yuck, she’s old,” he whines, making a sour expression. “Smells good, though. I wonder what you’re gonna taste like,” he laughs. “I bet you’re sweeter than you look… but there’s one way to find out.” He leans in so close you can feel his breath on your neck, and you barely resist struggling.

Somehow, you feel like fighting back would be a death sentence.

“Ayato, if you must persist with such behavior, do it in privacy, please,” Reiji interrupts, and the redhead freezes in place.

You think, for a moment, that he’s going to do something to you anyway, but instead, he pulls away with a glare, scoffing angrily. One of the others snickers, sounding amused. You force down something like terror.

Despite all instincts saying otherwise, you hold still. You already have a feeling that fighting back will just get you in more trouble. You hold yourself tall, breathing even, and doing everything possible to stay calm. Whatever happens, it won’t help you in the slightest if you panic.

“Impressive,” a new voice says, and you feel a headache coming on. How many of these boys are there? “She’s staying pretty calm.”

Reiji stiffens immediately, you note, making a face like he’s eaten something rotten. The other three are still circling you, eyeing you with what’s worryingly close to predatory intent.

There’s a blonde man stretched out on a couch a short ways away. You’re positive that he wasn’t there a moment ago.

Something is starting to feel increasingly wrong.

“What?” the blonde says, letting his eyes slip shut. “This is my home too, Reiji. I can say what I want to.” His tone is bitter and slow.

“Perhaps, but you can also know when to keep your mouth shut,” Reiji replies cooly, and you can already see that there is some hatred between them, some rivalry. Reiji did mention that he was the second son.

Another couple lines are exchanged, the boys’ voices going low with barely disguised anger. The redhead gives a bitter little laugh from behind you, and the small one clutches his toy close to his chest. You’re starting to get a headache from keeping track of all of them, and in almost the exact moment you think that, a sixth voice joins the argument.

“What the hell is all the noise for?” an even younger boy snaps from across the room. His hair is dove white, and he looks strong, even though you can see a youth in his features that betrays his age.

“We’re deciding what to do with our little guest here~,” the auburn haired one says, and gives you a little shove. He’s stronger than he looks.

“Yeah, and Reiji’s being boring about it,” the redhead adds, crossing his arms in a childish motion and leering at you with sharp eyes.

“Perhaps Subaru wanted a taste,” the small one murmurs, a note of something mocking in his voice. “Perhaps he thinks he’ll win her over by being her knight in shining armor. What do you think, Teddy?

The strong boy’s fist splits the wood of the nearby staircase.

It takes considerable effort not to react outwardly. You’ve already figured out that letting anything slip is a bad idea around these boys, but that, that simply wasn’t human.

The pieces fall together quickly in your head. A massive mansion in the middle of nowhere. Six beautiful young men who look at you like they want to swallow you whole. A boy strong enough to crush solid wood like it was paper. The mysterious circumstances under which you were sent to the mansion to begin with, the utter lack of information on it all.

You weren’t among humans anymore.

Somehow, though, that eased some of your fear. Humans who could act like this were one thing. Monsters stuffed into pretty skins were another.

You would at least know what to expect from the monsters.

So you stood still, allowed the boys to keep bickering. Their vicious comments flew over your head easily now that you knew the truth, their too bright eyes on you no longer giving you the same chills.

Somehow, you had the feeling that they wouldn’t kill you. If they’d wanted to, it would have been easier to do it from the start, after all.

If they’d wanted you dead, you wouldn’t still be standing.

Your fear was fading fast, replaced with a sense of resignation and mild interest. If you were the sort of person who would volunteer to be sent somewhere like this in the first place, you could withstand what happened.

After a few moments, the arguments died down. Their eyes fixed on you one by one, a strange atmosphere filling the room.

“… she’s not afraid anymore,” Ayato, as you’d picked out that his name was, said. His pretty green eyes stared at you like you’d grown a second head. He shifted position a bit, almost defensive.

“Teddy, why isn’t she more worried? Doesn’t she know that we’re going to hurt her,” the small one, Kanato said with a low voice.

All you saw was an empty threat, a boy trying to frighten what he saw as below him. He probably would hurt you. That didn’t mean you were going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you shake before him.

There was suddenly a great imbalance in the room. Now that you were calm, now that you were looking carefully, you could see the obvious discord between the brothers. Now that you were calm, you could see all of them eyeing you with something like curiosity mixed with uncertainty.

You imagined that few people hadn’t cowered from them.

“I think it’s time our guest is shown to her room.” Reiji broke the silence, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

He went through a quick introduction of who was who, and you nodded along, already having caught onto everyone’s names. The boys were still staring, some cold unreadable feeling thick in their eyes.

You were just about to follow Reiji to where you would be staying when Laito said something, sing-song voice filled with threat.

“Bitch-chan is awfully relaxed for being stuck in a house of vampires,”

You could see in his eyes that he was expecting you to panic.

Instead, you looked him dead in the eye, smiling politely. “Ah, so that’s what you are. Thank you for telling me; I’ll know what to expect, now.” You knew better than to fight, but you weren’t going to be afraid.

For just an instant, you see a flash of something furious in Laito’s eyes. Instead of scaring you, it shows you that he can feel.

Already, you’re getting an impression of what these boys are like. They fight amongst each other, every one of them puffed up with ego. Like any teenage boys, they’re immature and selfish, but with supernatural abilities, they think that they hold some special place in the world. You can expect them to be cruel, you think, you can expect pain.

When you think of someone you love being in your place, you don’t wish for a second that you wouldn’t have chosen this path.

It’s easy to follow Reiji, easier yet to catch the way he’s glaring at you. He leads you through a series of hallways with no words, and you stand tall with every step. The mansion doesn’t scare you anymore.

Your room is pink and pretty, something clearly intended for a girl much younger than yourself. That alone makes you almost angry.

The idea of someone small and frightened being locked up here with the monsters makes you wish you could get away with punching one of them in the face. They have no right to prey on those who can’t fight back.

Instead, you put your things away, and sit down on the bed.

It’s soft beneath you, and you run your fingers over the silky blankets. Your stay here is sure to be an experience. You may never leave.

That thought doesn’t scare you nearly as much as is probably should.

For the parental au. What if they tried to encourage the Sakamaki brothers to bond?

Admin Mawile: (・へ・) Considering that it’s pretty shameful in vampire culture to get that attached to someone… that might be tricky. However, the boys are all horribly love-starved, and for this ask, I’ll assume that you mean bonding to the reader, and that you’re already pretty close to the boys!

Shuu:

-He’s honestly something close to afraid of forming a bond with anyone, and it’ll take a lot of convincing to get him to open up. Once he gets attached, though, he falls almost painfully hard, and that’s all the more reason why he’s afraid to let anyone get that close to him, even someone like you.

Reiji:

-Attachments are below him, and there’s no way he’d ever need one… he says until it actually happens. Starved for attention as he is, it’s not hard at all for him to get attached to someone who treats him like he’s worth something. By that point, he’s pretty much doomed to be horribly, horribly attached. 

Ayato:

-Once you start praising him and treating him like he’s good, it’s pretty much sealed. He falls hard and fast, and gets more and more needy when it comes to your attention and praise. It’s hard for his ego to admit it, but he really needs the kind of affection that a real bond entails. 

Kanato:

-He’s so desperate for proper attention that he’s starting to bond to you almost before you can suggest it. You’re the only person who’s ever tried to take care of him, and that goes a long way in getting close to him, even if he will yell at you and deny any kind of attachment to a “mere human”. 

Laito:

-He’s beyond hesitant to form a bond with anyone who could hurt him by getting too close, but at the same time, he’s emotionally fragile enough that it’s not that hard to have him falling. He winds up almost dangerously attached to you, once you start trying to encourage him to bond. 

Subaru:

-Do you… really want someone like him to be that close to you? It’s hard for him to imagine feeling that wanted, and by the time you get past his more violent nature, it’s not too hard for him to bond to you. You’re pretty much the first person who’s tried to get so close to him, after all. 

Wait wait! I just think have an idea: how about the vampire reader forced them to strip in front of her? (I seriously hate that moments in canon)

Admin Mawile: (●＞д＜) (A very good idea, anon!)

Shuu:

-He tries very, very hard to act like he doesn’t care, but his red face and shaky hands quickly give him away. He’ll comply out of a desire to avoid getting hurt, but the more skin he bares, the more embarrassed he gets, for once thoroughly silenced by the shame of what you’re making him do. 

Reiji:

-He goes pale as soon as you order him to strip, and protests pathetically for a good few minutes before hesitantly obeying. Looking close to being sick, he takes off his clothes as slowly as he can possibly get away with, practically praying that you won’t make him do anything more humiliating. 

Ayato:

-After taking it as a joke for about five seconds, he goes very, very still, caught in disbelief that you could be serious. He’ll obey, eventually, but his ego appears to be strangled all the further with everything you make him take off. His face is almost as red as his hair all the while. 

Kanato:

-When tears and claims of bullying him don’t do anything to get him out of it, he goes very, very quiet. It’s obvious that he’s afraid, far too much so to fight back, and he’s practically sobbing when he finally starts to strip, squinching his eyes shut and trying to pretend like none of this is happening. 

Laito:

-He tries to play it off as no big deal, stripping for you “willingly”, but the more you force him to take off, the more nervous he starts to appear. This kind of thing was all fun and games when he was on the other side of it, but downright humiliating now that he’s the one forced to be on the helpless side. 

Subaru:

-Going so red you might actually have to worry about him passing out, he sputters and tries pathetically to talk you out of it. Eventually, he has no choice but to obey, and he’s practically hyperventilating when he finally starts to take things off, so embarrassed that he looks close to tears. 

Ruki:

-You can very nearly see his ego getting squashed. With everything he takes off, he starts to look more and more humiliated. He might get a bit snappy in the moment, embarrassment winning out over self-preservation… but that just gives you all the more reason to punish him for making a fuss. 

Kou:

-He’s somewhere between humiliated and terrified, and if you really want to make him suffer, take pictures. If anything gets out, he’d be ruined, and just the threat that you could expose him to all his fans makes everything worse. He’s never had to do anything so humiliating before, and he’s practically shaking. 

Yuuma:

-Typically, he’s not one to care too much about modesty, but this feels very, very different. He’s as red as can be while he strips, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else, and you can almost see him trying not to fight back. Even he’s smart enough to know how attempting anything like that would end. 

Azusa:

-He gets it in his head pretty quick that this means you want to hurt him, and while he is a little red, he doesn’t exactly protest. If you praise him for being obedient, you’ve basically sealed that he’d be willing to do the same thing again when you order. Azusa kind of lacks a sense of shame. 

Carla:

-While making a face like he wishes he could choke if it would get him out of this, he obeys, shakily removing his clothes with as much dignity as he can manage. Which isn’t much. He’s almost painfully red, flushing down to his chest as he struggles to hide how humiliated he really is. 

Shin:

-He resists lashing out at you only barely, and when he does finally give in and start to strip, he looks somewhere between furious and so humiliated he can hardly breathe. If you tease him, you’ll get some pretty amusing reactions, mostly because he’s too flustered to play at being unaffected. 

Human Au! Let’s say (since they are alive in this universe) that the Sakamaki mothers go to visit their sons at the mansion,though the as always they don’t treat their sons good (cough*Coderlia cough)How would the S brothers react to the vampire reader telling their mother to get out and leave because they see how they treat (abuse) the boys and the vampire does not want them there? Thank you, btw I lovee your headcanons and the way you portray the boys as how they are <3

Admin Mawile: (o゜◇゜)ノ

Shuu:

-There’s something deeply satisfying about his mother being the one who’s forced to bend to someone else’s will. It’s the first time he’s ever seen her have to obey anyone, and when he’s finally able to sit back and watch her get kicked out, he’s happier about it than you’ve seen him in quite a while. 

Reiji:

-On one hand, the idea of his mother so obviously displeased sets off every mental alarm bell he has. On the other hand, you seem to be sort of trying to look out for him, and that’s honestly more than he can say about her. In the end, he just has to remind himself that he doesn’t have  a say anymore. 

Ayato:

-He doesn’t dare show any kind of happiness until his mother is well out of sight, but it’s downright amazing to him that you can chase her away like that. It definitely improves his image of you that you’re the one to get rid of her, and while he is sort of nervous, he’s visibly pleased to have her gone. 

Kanato:

-He doesn’t quite know what to think. He’s never seen his mother have to obey anyone else before, but… she was sort of paying attention to him, while she was there. He winds up clinging onto Teddy with a rather melancholy expression, unsure of what to do with the new order of things. 

Laito:

-He’s practically shaking as soon as it sinks in that she can’t get to him, somewhere between terrified that she’ll find a way and painfully grateful that you chased her off. He’s old enough to know that the way she treats him is very, very wrong, but that doesn’t mean he can stand up to her yet. 

Subaru:

-It’s somewhere between heartbreaking and freeing to know that there’s no way his mother can get to him while he’s with you. It’s the first time she’s ever been forced to leave him alone, and as soon as you make her leave, it’s like a massive weight has been lifted from his shoulders, even through the guilt. 

Favorite toys the sub boys like to be teased or tortured with?

Admin Mawile: (ᅌᴗᅌ* ) This is going under a cut cause very nsfw~ This is also assuming that they’re already used to their role as a sub. 

Shuu: A strong, handheld vibrator. You can tell him to stay put and torture him for as long as you see fit (and of course, he doesn’t dare complain.)

Reiji: A riding crop or cane, perfect for putting him in his place. It’s pretty obvious that he likes corporal punishment, and rough is the way to go. 

Ayato: An insertable vibrator that’s strong enough to make him scream. It’s one of the more effective ways of putting his ego in its place. 

Kanato: A blindfold and set of soft restraints. He likes being completely at your mercy, like a little doll that you can do as you please with. 

Laito: A cock ring. Nothing makes him feel helpless like being completely under your control, with you able to tease and deny him as you please. 

Subaru: Vampire-proof restraints, especially handcuffs. It makes him feel safer to know that he can’t hurt you (not to mention how arousing it is to be helpless)

Ruki: A ball or ring gag, the kind of thing that makes it impossible for him to talk back, left unable to do anything but drool down his chin like an animal. 

Kou: A large toy that looks almost too big for how skinny he is. He can be quite the size queen, especially when you’re there to encourage him. 

Yuuma: An insertable toy that hits just the right place to bring him to his knees. All his strength means nothing when he’s a shaky mess. 

Azusa: A small, sharp knife. He likes being all kinds of pain, but the gentle way you make him bleed is by far his favorite of them all. 

Carla: Soft, silk ties. He’s more than strong enough to break through anything you could use, so it means a lot that he has to be willing. 

Shin: A collar. As fitting as it may sound, the humiliation of admitting that you own him is one of the things that gets to him the most.