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12. Subaru Sakamaki x Reader | Sated

. character : Subaru Sakamaki | Diabolik Lovers

. requested by : ClarinetWarrior

. 03252017

. a continuation to "feed" [the other subaru sakamaki x reader i've posted in this book] ; wherein subaru's still in the high that's caused by the delicious taste of blood, and he needs something- somebody- you, in particular, to bring him back down to earth.

[a/n]: author continues to suffer from being fluff-challenged. 1 vote = 1 prayer. help a soul today. author has also recently been diagnosed with being drabble-challenged as well, because this fic was only supposed to be 350 words tops but it evolved into a 750+ word monster.

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She tells him to take a bath, and to change into something that doesn't have blood and the weight of his deliberate sins on it. It was time for him to sleep away the heavy guilt of committed murder, and hold onto something other than the cold and unforgiving walls of the coffin in his equally lifeless room.

Truth be told, he doesn't even care of the blood that he's shed with his own hands. The same blood that's dried and temporarily etched onto his own skin, as a reminder, and as some sort of punishment, so he could flaunt to the world what he had done. It was also the same blood that was easily rinsed off with a bit of cold water and cheap soap.

Maybe because it's become habitual now, to take mortal lives as if it was nothing. At the beginning, the weight of his actions was suffocating, and he loathed himself- he loathed his existence for having to ride on the death of innocent mortals, but, as with all things, it went away soon enough.

Now he does it thoughtlessly, quickly, because he knows killing means survival, and even though the circumstances he was given wasn't anywhere near smooth sailing, he had learned to do whatever it meant as long as he could live another day.

But this particular night, there was something with a lot more volume weighing on his mind. You.

You were curled up beside him- not in the coffin of course. ( Largely because he thought you'd get freaked out if you found out he slept in a coffin on a daily basis, but when you finally found out, you only laughed about it and teased him. He doesn't need you calling him 'Dracula' again, it was insulting on his part as a vampire. ) You were fast asleep, and Subaru couldn't help but twirl a couple of strands of your hair on his pale fingers.

He was truly astounded that you were willing to share the same sleeping space as a him- a vampire, a murderer who takes action on a regular basis. You were the same person that would scream whenever Subaru would creep up on you, and would jump at the sound of leaves crunching.

This was the first time he's openly displayed his true nature to you, and he expected you to retaliate harshly and dash straight out of the mansion, but you dealt with it more calmly than he probably ever would have. You went miles above and beyond his expectations.

"Subaru?" The said vampire stills, pulled out of his thoughts, and he's greeted with you smiling sleepily, fondly at him. "You're still awake?"

"What does it look like to you?"

You laugh, though it's short-lived, uttering a quick apology for asking something so stupid, before you snuggle up against his chest. Subaru could only look down at you, affection stabbing him like a blade. He even feels the same breathlessness after getting stabbed.

"Go to sleep already," you pressed. You gave him a lingering kiss on the nose, looking into his eyes with all the love and tiredness a mortal could possibly contain, Subaru could sense just how badly your eyelids wanted to drop. 

"Yeah, yeah." He replies absentmindedly.

You hum, shutting your eyes, patiently waiting for Subaru to do the same. He does close his eyes, although he's far from tired, and he takes you into his arms, waiting until your breathing evened out once again.

Subaru was still very much in denial that you were here, next to him, nonchalantly sleeping with him. He still believes this is a fantasy fabricated by the desires of his heart, and once he wakes up again, he's going to be all alone, and the only company he'll ever be having for a while is guilt, but even his guilt seems to be on the brink of nonexistence, existing only in the darkest recesses of his mind, bugging him the same way a mortal would be fretting over the possibility of having left something back at their home.

But he sets his own brooding to the side, because he can still feel your warmth against his cold body, and your hands clinging to his shirt. He knows that his brooding was pointless, because above all of his worry, his guilt, and his sin-

-he's just really, really grateful that you stayed.