"「夢」Identity V x Reader Oneshots"

「Allure」Naib 🕸 Y/n

Allure—"Enchant Me"

There was but a small breeze that passed by open windows, under the moonless night. The stars twinkle, but its light was dim, unable to guide through alleyways, and roads. Instead, they sit steal beautifully, staring down on the lands of the City of Oletus.

Following the incident at the royal ball, the people knew of the existence of a maid from the Carl estate, who had been accused of vampirism, but there was no evidence. The many nobles have also wanted to seek the servant's presence, only receiving a decline by the master. Truly, there was no time to prowl in the dark nights.

"M-master," Weakly, Y/n called out, catching glimpse of his silhouette as they feel his arms snake around their waist, and the taste of blood had never become so violently addicting.
"If you don't drink, you will be devoured by animality," The man mumbled, exposing his neck for his starving servant.
"Master... I might not stop..." Y/n replied, blushing as their master pushed their face closer and closer to his neck.

Piercing through pale skin, the vampire obliged, sucking deeply like an animal. There were panting that lingered in the air, along with pleasure in their eyes. The aphrodisiac effects of a bite never felt so intoxicating, especially for the Lord Carl, who started to unbutton more and more of his clothing. When Y/n stopped, licking the fresh wound, littered with a hickey, Lord Carl continued to bask in their presence, mumbling sweetly their name, entranced. A kiss was shared that night, and Y/n never felt so full before.

Before Y/n could escape the intoxicating effects of blood did their master drag them to a night of luxuria and prowling sin.

It was when the sun shined, that Y/n woke up, with their master in their arms, lightly snoring. The curtains were always closed, so light did not peek through. If they did, Y/n wouldn't be burning, but rashes would blemish their skin. Vampires were not always garlic, and stakes, or sparkling humans just as fiction suggests, but what human can tell truths about the weaknesses of something other than their own self?
Looking back at the exhausted man, who was their master, of all people, they knew how much they took, and they were quite guilty for doing so, as the mark become but a weak scab. Y/n slowly kissed their neck in apology.

           "Good afternoon, Master." The sun shined in brightly, despite being noon. His eyes focus on them as he realizes the time.
It was exactly eleven o' clock.
"I left you to sleep for a few more hours, since... I did take a lot from you," Y/n bowed, silently guilty.
If it was but an old
The sudden pat on her head made her look up in confusion. Her master was smiling ever so softly.
"As long as you're doing okay," he said with a gentle blush on his face.

"Back to the present," Y/n cleared their voice, bringing to the man, an envelop of crisp and scented parchment.
"A letter from Detective Subedar, as he calls himself."

          "Is this about the vampire incident from two days ago, perhaps?" Aesop's eyes narrowed at the male in blue detective clothing, or rather the pipe he was smoking. It isn't really proper to smoke in a manor after all.
"Yes. I'd like to speak to Y/n L/n if that's the case."
"Sadly, I do not permit you."
"Is it because she really is a vampire?"

Aesop silently glared.
"She is not."

And yet the detective was far too observant. "The bites on your neck seem to disagree." There was a silent sigh.

"Master, are you done with your mee..." Y/n trailed off, seeing her master and the man, detective Naib as he called himself.
"Yes. My apologies, it seems the detective was far too observant." Her eyes gazed onto her little bite marks.
"Goodness me. Forgive me master."
She pranced to her master's side, making sure to hide the mark properly. "No need to ask. For now... the detective wishes to talk to you."

Y/n frowned. She couldn't help but fear that this would be her last day, especially as the sole protector of her master, the trump card in his sleeves, and most importantly, maid of the Carl manor.

Naib couldn't help his words getting stuck in his throat. The maid was even more beautiful than what he had seen in the ball— that or her natural beauty bloomed in her master's manor. Her eyes were innocent, as her curtains flutter confused, but he knew better. She was a vampire nonetheless. All he had to ask is her intentions.

He took a deep breath and said,
"You are the main suspect of vampirism."
"I believe you knew why. While the sister's have definitely caused a scene, I have observed your skin."

"It's burnt isn't it?" He eyes the bandaged hand.
"No. This was just a cut."

"And yet you bandaged your whole hand." Y/n glared at the floor.
"Oil burns and three finger cuts," replied the maid.
"But you are a maid, aren't you?"
"I am a clumsy maid. 'Tis inevitable." Naib smiles,

"But you were capable of balancing the tea tray when you served us."

Y/n frowned at her mistake. Fighting against a detective is futile without meticulous planning, and to her dismay, it was what she lacked.
"Observant, cunning even," She whispered.

"You have no where to run, vampire."
Y/n glared at the detective.

Y/n's fists were clamped, shaking in anger before she relaxed herself. There was no reason to get mad from her carelessness. If anything, it was to be mad to herself that she wished she could internally strangle herself for the recklessness.

"Are you basing your conclusion on one evidence?"

"Not quite. You weren't cunning at all. Most nobles have been caught coming back tranced from this manor." His eyes twinkled as he said his evidence. "That's not all. You go by many names all throughout the centuries, disappearing seven to eight years before your next appearance." Y/n frowned even more, before she accepted her incautious design.

"Then it can't be helped," Y/n ended, smiling.

          "Mr. Detective, if I may ask, are you arresting me for surviving?"
Those words were said sweetly, yet somehow not sickly. It was strung with politeness, yet also fear. It was somehow appealing, that voice woven with many emotions that Naib couldn't tell was feigned or real.

          "If anything I am a victim too, don't you think?"
She neared the detective, just as he started walking back.
          "Vampirism was the latest trend decades ago, even centuries, and yet you've only addressed it now. If anything, I am a victim." Just as his back hits the wall, Y/n trapped him where he stood.
Her lips brush over his cheek, and she whispered, "It's not my fault we can't co-exist."

He stumbled back at the sudden change in proximity. "Now then... hm?" Her lips curled just as her crescent eyes sparkled in response to his expression, crimsoned and taken aback.

"Your face is red. Are you allured?"

She smiled, "Say, my Master says that vampire bites were very, very pleasurable, as if it was the most addicting thing next to all that wine and luxury."
Y/n whispered, "Mr. Detective, perhaps you'd love to experience that kind of luxury. For all I know, you are incredibly stressed with everything that you've been doing."
He was shaking, silently anticipating as she neared his neck, when he felt huffs of breath from her giggling.

"I'll let you decide."

And when he left, he couldn't help but shiver when he said yes to her offer.