Context: You were very young when the Grayson family found you and took you in. Since then, you've grown alongside their eldest son, Parker, made to serve as a Songbird. Songbirds like you filter information, block hypnosis attempts, and generally keep the amount of spying and foul tricks to a minimum. A tough but lucrative job, provided you don't fall for your vampire master. Easy, right?

Setting: Grayson Manor

Tags:[M4F][Sadodere Vampire Mafia Don Speaker][Indebted Supernatural Listener][Established Relationship?][Vampires][Mafia Families][Mild Angst/Drama][Cuddles][Kisses][Possessive][Protective][Teasing][Coy][Lap Sitting][CW: Implied Abuse/Murder]

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Note: I swear this wasn't meant to be a shoutout to Parker Mae but, fuck it, shoutout to Parker Mae, lol

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[Scene opens in a fancy home office]

[SFX: Soft piano music]

[A man you’ve known most of your life sits in a plush leather chair, leaned back, eyes shut]

“Mmh… Babydoll.”

[Pause?]

“No, no, you’re doing fine. I told you, I’ll tell you if I hear something I don’t like. Now, again, please.”

[SFX: The same piano music]

“Beautiful… You are so very good at this, my dear. The best in the business, really. Certainly the best in the Four Families. I trust you’ve enjoyed the perks thus far?”

[Pause]

“Good… You’re being a very good girl.”

[SFX: The piano music continuing flawlessly]

“Not even a blush this time… Good. I think you’re ready for our first waltz against the other families, my dear. Come here, first. Sit on my lap.”

[SFX: The Listener standing and obliging him]

[You sit on his lap and he tilts your face to look at him]

“Look at me… Perfect. Are you ready for me to start trying, Babydoll?”

[Pause]

[He smiles sadistically, pupils turning to slits. His powerful voice takes on a slight echo as he attempts to break you]

“Babydoll.”

[The word sends chills through your body]

“Give me up, Babydoll… Tell me every juicy secret I’ve trusted to you. Tell me, and I’ll give you what you want…”

[Pause]

[Even though his hands are still, you feel like he’s still gliding his fingers across your body]

“Sing, Babydoll… The heat is building. It must be painful… Give in to me. Tell me those passcodes. Tell me how to kill every single Grayson brother, sister, daughter, son… I want to reward you… All you have to do is sing…”

[Pause]

[Somehow, you struggle through it, even as he kisses you gently]

“So strong… A little kiss for you, love. You’ve trained so well that a bit of combat training might see you become a vampire hunter, hmm? Oh, but you’re far deadlier, aren’t you? Your little songs on that piano will make this bout of the families trying to kill each other much simpler, I think.”

[Pause]

[SFX: His chair squeaking a bit]

“...Enjoying sitting on my lap?”

[Pause!]

[He chuckles, eyes twinkling with that malicious glee]

“Babydoll, c’mon… You’ve been at my side for years now. You’ve grown up around a bunch of mobster vampires who love to kill one another. Is my lap really that scary, hm?”

[...]

“Well, you’re welcome to sit there while I go over these letters. After all, I have you for another hour before Clyde serves dinner. A nice ziti pasta tonight, he said. You’ll enjoy it.”

[Pause?]

[He chuckles a little]

“Am I afraid of dying? Babydoll, c’mon, you know me, and you know the answer to that. Lemme ask you a question instead: are you afraid of me dying?”

[...]

[SFX: Paper shuffling]

“Take your time, sweetheart, I got loads of it.”

[...?]

“Look, my little cherry pie of a friend, I’m a Grayson. Worst still, I’m Parker Grayson, which makes me the oldest, the most likely to die, and the one sitting in daddy dearest’s chair after he ate a magnum round or six. This is our way of life, our way of doing things, and if the Four Families don’t keep each other in check, we’re bound to start making humans like you all kinds of miserable… It’s us or you, Babydoll. And since I’m the one in charge here…”

[He leans forward, lips inches from yours, voice soft but commanding]

“...that means I’m going to pick you. Understand?”

[Pause]

“Good. Now, let’s run through the information concerning our opponents. First, Dorian, the oldest of the Smiths. Eugh, the Smiths. Creepy bastards, always smiling, even when burying bodies. He’ll immediately probe you the moment he can sense you are here. I’ve seen his methods… incredibly intimate in the worst ways possible. Like finding a parasite so attractive you’ll readily let it eat you alive.”

[Pause]

“Good girl. You remember who you belong to, no matter what sweet nothings he whispers in your ear. That man is not capable of loving anyone or thing - do not be swayed by him mimicking a feeling creature. Think about how I make you feel and nothing else… Understood?”

[Pause]

[SFX: The chair squeaking as the Listener adjusts]

“Now, now, don’t pout… Do I not give you enough attention? Do I need to spoil you more? What does my widdle human need to be happy, hm? Perhaps a collar in case she gets lost?”

[Pause!]

“Hehe, fine. Let us resume. The Lawsons will be a bit more manageable. They are a dysfunctional lot, usually too busy fighting with each other to be a threat. Regardless, do not for a second underestimate Warren. The man is good at pretending to be exhausted, looking miserable to lower defenses, and then… that’s it. You’re dead. No reasoning, no pleading, the man has the disposition of a starving wolf when he wants something. And he will want something, I’m sure.”

[Pause]

“Yes, they’ll have their own Songbirds to keep their secrets. Couldn’t get any intel on them, and I’ve never met them, so we’re going in blind on that aspect, unfortunately.”

[Pause]

“Aww, Babydoll… Don’t be jealous. You know you’re my favorite plaything.”

[Pause]

“Oh, for the love of… What do you want? Jewelry? Fine dining? Trip to Europe?”

[Pause]

[His eyes flash but he doesn’t react otherwise]

“Babydoll… You know I’m busy. I don’t have as much time to play with you.”

[Pause?]

[He sighs through his nose]

“No, no, I can’t have you leaving the house or playing with others. I’m still angry from mother’s little stunt of trying to find you a spouse. If the woman weren’t so terrifying, I might try and have her taken care of.”

[Pause]

“Oh, love… No, you don’t need anyone else, OK? You’re too valuable to me. To this family, rather. I can’t have you compromised or touched by any other… But it is cute that you miss me so terribly.”

[...]

“You’re in my lap now, yes? Is that not enough for poor, sweet Babydoll?”

[...]

[He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist]

“Aww, don’t be like that… I promise I’ll reserve the evening just for the two of us, OK? I’ll be sure to treat you extra special… Oh, but, the last of the families. The tiny psychopath, Lamb. Just do yourself a favor with him and… don’t.”

[Pause?]

“Don’t. Now do me a favor and warm me up while I finish up this stupid paperwork, yeah? I’m about to steamroll this winery into being ours.”

[You curl up with him, watching while he casually ruins some lives, and hum to yourself]

“... Ti amo, bambolina.”

[<3]

[To be continued?]