Random headcanons/AUs that won’t get fics anytime soon. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.
Smith, a blood-bound human caught in Nano-the-vampire-queen’s web of manipulation, kidnaps people and takes them to Nano’s castle to feed her and her army of vampiric servants. Trott is a vampire who moves to the city, and becomes slowly enamored of Smith.
or, “I wrote this for the neck biting and it turned into hurt/comfort angst”
cw: (Psychological) Manipulation, Low Self Esteem, Self Loathing, Kidnapping, Hopelessness, Blood, Blood Drinking, Biting, dark, twisted morals, vampires keeping humans as pets, slightly kinky leanings, coerced obedience?
If I need to tag something, let me know.
Smith drives around in a black van with blacked-out windows. duct tape and bloodied fists from smacking people around. knows how to take down somebody. after he ties up people, loads the truck, and drops it off at the back of the castle, that’s his job done. he reports back to Nano that he’s accomplished his task for the day, and retires to his rooms. he gets one day a week free to do as he chooses, as long as he stays in the city.
red lips, dark eyes
draped in golds and rich burgundy
slightly pointed nails
Smith’s been Nano’s for a long time. he was offered to work for her at a young age, and grew up in the court life. he was spared until 18, and then blood bonded to her. as long as that bond persists (she lives) he ages at a slower rate (vampires don’t age at all). he’s lost track of the years. only recently has he made a careful friendship with Ross. he’s already had to watch everyone he knew die…he doesn’t like getting close to people.
“Good boy,” she murmurs, nails scritching the top of his head and stroking through his hair.
Smith kneels at her feet, knowing he shouldn’t cling so easily to her praise. But he’s an assassin- her assassin. He kills for her, and he knows how much of a monster that makes him. He does not deserve the praise or the thanks. He does not deserve it- but he needs it. He needs her to keep him living, because this city is a cesspool and he would have died in the streets, grieving for his lost loved ones, if it wasn’t for her. If she hadn’t taken him in, he would be useless.
“I’m so hungry, Smith…”
“Do you need me to find someone?”
“No, no, darling…let me…”
“But…I can go, and…”
“Shhh, all I want is a little dessert, sweetheart. Now, hush.”
Nano drinks from him, he slumps across her lap on the stairs, dizzy from blood loss. she pets his hair and tells him how good he is. makes him think it was worth it, because now all he has to do is lie here. accept her praise.
passes out, wakes, and the servants get him a big breakfast. he’s tasked with taking a day in and relaxing, regaining his strength. it would almost seem beautiful outside, if this city wasn’t a prison. the sky is endlessly blue, the breeze blows the curtains on the open window.
moves into the city, because he’s been travelling and heard of this monarchy and wants to see it for himself. old “friends” of Nano’s
Ross is a barkeep
Smith and him shoot the shit sometimes
this is where Trott meets Smith
Any vampires are distrusted by humans, but obeyed
Trott can see the fear in their eyes, the hollow looks on their faces when he walks in. Ross immediately serves him, calls him sir. keeps his gaze lowered.
Smith eyes him up, but tries to keep his own business.
as the place empties out (vampires in human taverns are bad business) Trott asks the two of them what it’s like living here.
“shouldn’t you know?” Smith replies, and then tenses
“I moved here the other day.” Trott responds calmly
Ross lets out the breath he was holding
vampires don’t have to drain their victims. Nano does, eventually. unless there’s to be a party, and then they keep the humans as playthings, drinking multiple times until the humans are feeble and weak, and then draining them dry.
Trott gets invited to one of these parties when he meets up with Nano
and finds Smith at the party. “Smith?”
“oh. hey, Trott.”
“you work here?”
“um…yeah. and I’d appreciate it if you kept that on the down low, with Ross and stuff.”
“you work for her.”
the party winds down, Trott loses track of Smith. all of the guests clear out except for himself and Nano.
Smith’s just cleaning up, and Nano and Trott are talking. Trott has a glass of blood that he’s sipped at, not to be impolite. guards are carrying the half-alive bodies out of the room, and dealing with the dead ones.
Nano beckons Smith over, tugs at a wrist, licks it, kneel for me darling, there’s a good boy
Trott somewhat terrified of how subservient and pliant Smith is
Nano offers Trott a taste of him
“one of my favorites”
Trott declines, saying he wouldn’t want to overindulge
“this is a party, Trott! overindulgence is the rule.”
Nano is petting Smith’s hair, pulling his head back, baring his neck. still holding his wrist in her other hand, offering it to Trott
Trott swallows thickly
Smith meets his eyes, resigned. “go on,” he says without speaking
Trott doesn’t want to refuse Nano, because she’s adamant
his teeth bite into Smith’s wrist, and Smith gasps quietly. because it’s nothing like when Nano feeds, and he doesn’t know why it’s different. with Trott, it’s almost pleasant, warm, heady, like slipping into bathwater
his eyelashes flutter when Trott pulls his mouth away and licks his lips of Smith’s blood. Smith half wants to kiss him and doesn’t know why the sight makes him think that.
he finds Trott at his apartment later on, asks why it was different
and Trott is disgusted at the world around them
“because it was willing. because I cared about not hurting you when I did. when a vampire bites, it’s all about intent. it hurts when Nano bites you because she likes it when people hurt. she doesn’t give a shit about you.”
snorts. “and you do?”
Trott says nothing
Smith needs people to care about him, but he’s so wrapped up in Nano’s control that Trott doesn’t know how to show him there’s more than what he has. There’s a world beyond the city, and not all vampires are monsters. “We used to be human- some of us hold onto a sense of decency after we’re turned. Nano didn’t. She’s not the only one, but I’m not the only one to keep mine, either.”
Trott carefully examining the bite on Smith’s wrist, giving him some bruise cream he has to help it heal. “Everyone’s fucking terrified of the vamps around here, it makes it a pain in the ass to ask someone to feed.”
“You could feed from me.” Smith’s sitting on the edge of Trott’s bed as Trott takes a look at his wrist.
Trott raises an eyebrow. “You’re already Nano’s, and going by the way she treats you, I don’t want to take more than you’re capable of handling.”
Nano always makes sure to keep him well fed. “My body can handle it. Another vamp feeding on me won’t make a damn difference-”
“Maybe not, but even so, I’m not sure Nano would be keen on that idea. You’re her favored pet. Not mine.”
And frankly, I wouldn’t want you to be, Trott refrains from saying. He wishes Smith was his, because he deserves better than being Nano’s little slave. But he doesn’t want to own him.
“He’s a tool.”
“He’s a person!”
“And you think that matters?” Nano scoffs. “Look around. This city has been on it’s knees for me since the day I was turned. Humans are tools for us- you should know that, being one of our kind.”
“You should know likewise, because we were humans once.”
“I can’t believe you’re still going to her. After everything she’s done to you.”
“I was raised to obey her. Everything I’ve done is ingrained in servitude. Forgive me if it’s a hard habit to break. I can’t help what I’ve been programmed to be.”
Trott and Smith laying in Trott’s apartment, dozing through the daylight hours. “how long have you lived?” “a very, very long time.” lonely sigh. Trott talks about his travels, his time with monks and explorers and soldiers.
Trott wants to get Smith out of Nano’s hold, but she’s not going to let him go, because he’s “useful” to her. Slowly, Trott tries to draw Smith out of his shell, out of sulking in the palace, because if he’s still alive why live like you’re dead inside? “I spent years wallowing in misery. It hurts, I know it does. Happiness isn’t something you choose, it’s something you make.”
“It won’t last. It never does.”
Trott takes his hand and holds it tightly. “I’m sorry, Smith, I really am.”
I’d take you away from here, if I could, he wants to tell him. We’d run, and your debt to Nano would be paid. You wouldn’t have to worry in this city every day.
If I could make it so, things would be different, Smith.