#I’ll definitely still make some vamp ones but

[swedenis-h]

Idk how they’re getting outta this one (X)

#I was gonna make a bunch of these but then this took me all day 😭 #I’ll definitely still make some vamp ones but #not today! #leia organa #han solo #barbie #barbie movie #art #fanart #digital art #fan art #star wars #sw #sw fanart #star wars fanart #hanleia

[gaysindistress]

Van Helsing Retold - four

pairings: vamp hunter!reader x vamp!bucky

Summary: Under the cover of night, vampires and their hunters have been at war for centuries, never letting their bloodshed reach the light of day. That is until the wife of a powerful vampire leader, Steve Rogers is murdered and he demands revenge. Y/N Van Helsing is the target of his crusade and she comes face to face with his right hand man, Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of death

Word count: 2.9k

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Tag list: @vonalyn @hidden-treasures21 @cakesandtom @nerdytif @teambarnes72

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“Is she always this stubborn?” Bucky asks without looking back to Sam who’s returned from dropping off the she in question.

“Sometimes but we did just tell her that her entire life has been a lie,” Sam pauses, “why didn’t you tell her about being her mate?”

Bucky takes in a deep shaky breath as he stares at his hands that are clasped between his knees.

“I don’t see how that would’ve gone well for either of us. I half expected her to pull out a stake when I released her from my persuasion.”

“But she needs to know,” Sam urges.

“Don’t you think I know that?” He snaps back with an edge in his voice, “Don’t you think I know that I could help her but she won’t let me? It kills me to know that all it would take is for her to drink some of my blood and she would be healthy again. She would be safe but she doesn’t want anything to do with me. I can feel that hatred radiating from her when she sees me.”

Sam purses his lips for a moment before coming to sit next to Bucky, “She’s scared Bucky. She doesn’t want to die and she definitely doesn’t want to be the one thing she’s been taught to kill. You might be right in that she hates what you are but not who you are. None of that matters though because she’s terrified and her only chance at survival is one that she’s too afraid to take.”

Bucky can feel the heartbreak that Y/N is trying to ignore as she turns restlessly in her bed down the hall. He yearns to go to her and comfort her, lay next to her and take away any pain that she has.

But she would sooner kill him than accept any affection from him.

“I’ve never seen her hesitate the way she does with you; it’s her training fighting against her instinct and she’s never had that before. They’ve always been the same thing but with you, she hesitates, she fights against everything she knows,” Sam continues, “I’m not saying barge into her room right now and express your undying love for her but be honest with her. Tell her about your bond and tell her that you don’t expect anything, you wanted her to know so that everything is on the table. Give her the chance to fight her training and choose you.”

Sleep and I need to have an open and honest conversation because this whole flopping like a fish for hours on end is not cutting it. It’s been at least 6 hours of this and I’m starting to think that sleep will never come.

I tell myself that it’s because of what they told me about my mom or the fact that I’m a vampire safehouse (I can only assume so) but that’s not it. Nothing that I would be willing to openly admit is the cause of my restlessness. The true cause is the empty cavern that sits inside my heart and the gnawing feeling of barrenness that accompanies it. There’s a tug and small flood of warmth that follows but in its wake are more crushing feelings of nothingness.

I curl into a ball and tuck myself as close to the wall as I can. The kid in me hopes that if I make myself small enough, I’ll disappear but I know that won’t happen. No amount of shrinking could make me or these…feelings go away. They will always be there and the only time they lessen, if only for a moment, is when I’m near him.

There’s a shuffle outside of my door and a pause before a small knock. The person doesn’t come in and I groan as I lift my head enough to tell them they can, in fact, come in. Still facing the wall, I don’t see who it is and honestly I can’t find it in myself to guess. Whoever it is, takes a hesitant seat at the foot of the bed, just far enough away to not touch me or invade my space. I’m grateful for it but say nothing. They shift, causing the bed to groan under their weight. I can’t feel their eyes on me but I can hear the anxiety in their breathing.

“Sam, please don’t,” I start but the person interrupts me.

“Not Sam,” Bucky’s voice is small and timid, like a child too afraid of being scolded to speak any louder.

I still but the cavern inside of my heart feels like it’s beginning to fill in and I relax as much as I can at the welcomed feeling.

“Why are you here?”

“There’s…there’s more I wanted to tell you.”

I don’t say anything, waiting for him to continue but he doesn’t. Turning over so I can at least face him and he’s waiting for me to give him approval to speak like he did when he knocked. He’s just barely sitting on the edge of the bed. Almost to the point of falling off as he leans his forearms on his Jean clad thighs. He’s put on a black sweatshirt which surprises me. Vamps don’t get cold but here before me is an example of how wrong I am about his kind.

“If it has to do with my mom, I’d rather not know.”

His downcast gaze and long lashes hide his eyes from me but they flicker over to me for a moment before casting back to the ground.

“It's not about that.”

“Then what is it?” I know my voice isn’t as gentle as it should be and I immediately regret not fixing my tone as he flinches ever so slightly.

The faint sound of metal clinging together draws my attention to his hands where one ring sits. The sound came from him rubbing that ring against a bracelet tucked under his sleeve. Most vamos do wear jewelry but it’s usually massive and flashy to show off their wealth. It’s unusual to see such a plain signet ring and even more plain silver cuff. I’m half tempted to ask about them but I don’t. I don’t want to know anymore about him. I don’t want to know anything about him that would humanize him and validate the warmth that the vacancy in my chest.

“The bond can heal you,” he starts as he lets out a deep sigh, “it’ll hurt but it’ll stop the infection and you'll be healthy again.”

I push my blanket off of me and sit with my back against the wall. My legs are folded under me and I allow my eyes to settle on his back.

“How do we find my mate then, if I even have one? I know you’re supposed to feel something drawing you towards them and werewolves can scent theirs but I’m not a vamp. I’m still human.”

Bucky doesn’t say a word or let out a breath for that matter.

“Bucky?”

Nothing.

“Bucky?”

Of course he chooses the silent treatment during the worst possible fucking moment. Of course he would be that big of an asshole to do something like this….

Oh.

Oh.

Oh my god.

Oh my fucking god.

“What do you mean you can’t find her?” John’s angry voice threatens to burst everyone’s ear drums. The crowd that’s gathered inside of the Guild shrinks back at the sound of his voice.

“What the fuck do you mean you can’t find her?”

The man who John is yelling at, tries to stand tall but it’s nearly impossible.

“She was resting and Sam Wilson was watching over her. During the guard change…”

“I ALREADY KNOW HOW YOU FUCKING LOST HER, WHAT I WANT TO KNOW IS HOW YOU CANT FIND HER!”

The man squeezes his eyes shut, “she went into the Masked Club and after that the trail went cold. There are no other leads for us to follow.”

“Fucking pathetic,” John spits at the shaking man. He spins, giving the man a false sense of relief, before he turns back and throws a stake at his heart. The man stumbles back from the impact and chokes as he falls to the ground.

“Let that piece of shit be a warning to all of you; find Y/N Van Helsing and Sam Wilson or you will end up with a stake in your chest.”

No.

This simply cannot be.

This simply cannot be possible.

The panic must be evident in my rapid breathing because Bucky barely tilts his head to look at me. His face softens and he turns his body to face me, his hands reaching out to comfort me but they fall to the bed. He searches my face for anything at all but all he would find is sheer confusion and panic.

“Talk to me,” he gently whispers to me.

I can’t though. I can’t get the words out. I can’t get my mouth or tongue to work. I can’t get my lungs to expand or my brain to function. All I can do is look at him with bewilderment.

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to find out this way but you need to know everything if I expect you to trust me.”

I stare at him.

I stare at the vampire who’d saved me at least twice.

I stare at the vampire who I'd only known for maybe a week but who has still taken up all of my mental space.

I stare at the man who I felt a strange sense of overwhelming comfort and safety when I’m around him.

I stare at the man who is offering to risk death to save me, someone who should’ve killed him that first night.

I stare at Bucky, the man who I know to be my mate, and I can’t find the strength to say anything to him.

“I’m not telling you this to manipulate you if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“How long have you known?” The words feel heavy in my mouth, like I haven’t spoken in years.

“Since the night you killed Peggy.”

I raise my eyebrows, “what did it feel like?”

“Like my entire world was falling apart and I couldn’t stop it but it didn’t matter because I’d finally found…you.”

my brows knit together at his sincerity and I have a million questions I want to ask, alas none of them come out.

It seems as though he can read my mind and answer the most pressing, “some humans will feel it too but not always. Sometimes it doesn’t happen until after they’re turned.”

“Would it affect the bond?” I mumble.

He sighs again, “I’m not sure.”

“And it could kill you? Breaking the bond?”

He nods, “but if that's what it takes to keep you safe and healthy, then i'll do it.”

I nod too, slowly and more to myself. Did I feel it that night? Did I feel the bond snap into place? I honestly can’t say that I did but I was also preoccupied with my head wound and Peggy having spit on me. It would make sense if it did and I just didn’t happen to feel it. Given everything I have been feeling, all signs point to that likelihood.

“It doesn’t have to be now or even soon. We can wait until you’re feeling stronger. It’ll take a toll on you too.”

My eyes make a slow ascent from the hand closest to my knee to his pale blue eyes. They're unyielding in the way they hold my attention but yet soft enough that I don’t shy away.

“It’ll kill you.”

“It could.”

“You’ll die,” I whisper as I search for any hesitation in his face.

“But if that's…”he starts and I stop him almost immediately.

“No there’s no ‘if that's what it takes’, Bucky. You can’t sacrifice yourself like this for someone you don’t even know.”

“I do know you.”

I scoff, “no you don’t. Besides would you let me do this for you? Would you let me risk dying to save you?”

He hesitates but shakes his head. He would never dream of letting me do the same for him.

“It’s different with me. I’ve lived my life and you haven’t.”

I lean forward and grip his hand without thinking, “You turned when you were 26, I hardly call that ‘living your life’. I can’t ask you to do this for me no matter what we are to each other.”

Bucky looks at our joined hands and then to me, “did you feel it?”

His eyes flutter shut when I gently squeeze his hand, “did you feel it that night?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

My blunt words shock him and he tries to pull his hand away but I clamp down on it.

“That’s not what… that’s not what I meant. I don’t remember feeling anything but a lot happened and now I feel something, I just don’t know what it is.”

He furrows his brows at me, well at the fact I wouldn’t let his hand go, but he keeps the conversation moving, “describe it.”

“Well,it feels like there’s an empty void inside of my chest that wasn’t there before. It’s like a door was unlocked somewhere down the line but I don’t know when and it aches all of the time. My chest, my whole body really, hurts constantly and nothing I do or take makes it go away. At first I thought it was because of my head but it gets better.”

I stop. I can’t say the next part. I can’t admit that. I can’t tell him that.

Bucky begins to rub his thumb over the tops of my knuckles in a soothing way and the words spill out.

“It doesn’t hurt as much when I’m near you. It still gnaws at me but it’s better. It feels better…I feel better.”

“What about the pull?” He asks softly.

I tug at his hand, urging him to come closer and he does. He climbs further into the bed and sits in front of me, his own legs folded under him like mine. Our hands are joined in between us as he keeps his head bent so he can focus on our hands.

“It’s there too. That and the emotions. I think I’ve felt some of your stronger emotions like at the club with Helmut.”

Nodding, Bucky takes a deep breath before flickering his eyes up to mine. His long lashes hide their full intensity from me but nonetheless, it’s there. He holds my half gaze for a moment and I feel a wave of warmth; adoration, comfort, safety…and something more ways over me. My infected hand, ever the cruel reminder of my situation, screams out in both joy and rage.

I think he can feel it too because he drops my other hand to hold just the sickly one. Once again he’s gentle in his motions as he rubs his thumb over the protruding veins and bones.

“Are you happy?” He asks without warning or context.

“Are you happy as a human?” He clarifies.

“Of course,” I say but it’s rather unconvincing. A week ago I would’ve said yes in a heartbeat because I was doing what I thought was my destiny. I am a Van Helsing, the last of the greatest line of Vampire Hunters. Slaying the creatures of the night is in my very DNA and I’m exceptionally good at it. I had been happy before I met him although bored but I was happy…I think.

Now I can’t say for certain. Now one of my hands is infected with venom and it’s slowly starting to unthaw the protections the doctors tried to use. The only way to cure me is to turn or essentially kill the one person the universe chose for me. Now the worst vampire on the American East Coast wants my head on a silver platter while his right hand man sits before me asking me if I’m happy. Now I don’t know what the fuck the word even means and I don’t know how to answer him in a way that’s believable.

“Tell me the truth; are you happy?”

I drop my head, I can't look at him anymore.

“No.”

“Would being free of the venom make you happy?”

“No.”

“Then what would?”

You.

While unspoken, the simple word fills both sides of the bond and wraps us in a cocoon of warmth.

You.

Him.

Me.

Us.

Bucky shakes his head like he’s shaking out the thought, “Your happiness will be found in your freedom.”

I hadn’t noticed that he’d grabbed my chin and was looking me in the eyes when he said that. I hadn’t felt the way of complacency that overcomes me as I nod along with his instructions.

You will remember that we are mates but you will feel no different about me.

You will remember that we are mates but you will go through with the curing of her hand.

You will remember that we are mates but you will not feel anything when I die as a result of the bond being severed.

Next thing I know I’m laying in my ball of blankets again and it’s been hours since I thought I saw Bucky. The cold of his touch still chills my skin but it’s nothing compared to the freezing of the connection between us.

Tears slid down my cheek but I can’t figure out why. I have no reason to cry. I have no reason to care that the connection feels like it’s dying. I have no reason to care about him.

He made sure of that.

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[mangosimoothie]

Chapter 10: 𝕻𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 (4/7)

With the Council assembled, it's time to begin...

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ATTICUS: How splendidly you’ve set everything up, Wren! And the guests have all arrived?  WREN: Almost. WREN: We’ve got ridiculously sexy pack leader slash DILF Kristopher Volkov. Love the werewolf/vampire inclusivity, by the way. 

WREN: The Night Wraith, who I've definitely seen in a nightmare before. 

WREN: My favorite former Bachelorette Aja McQueen repping humans.  ATTICUS: Oh, she is here only to assist the Spellcaster representative – her daughter. Typically I would never willingly associate with a child, but at only 6 years of age Leona Jade has divination power beyond that of many an ancient Spellcaster. WREN: Black girl magic, we love to see it.  WREN: I typed up the notes Wes put together for you. All 10 pages of them. He’s just finished setting up the drinks.  ATTICUS: Wonderful.   WREN: We’re just missing the other vamp. Literally the most cartoonishly vampiric name anyone could make up, Count Vl– 

COUNT VLADISLAUS STRAUD IV: Good evening, Atticus. I hope I have not kept you waiting, frumoaso [Romanian for beautiful]

ATTICUS: (under his breath) Of course he finds it necessary to make an entrance, the meretricious peacock. ATTICUS: How wonderful you could make it, Vladislaus.  VLAD: And how wonderful you’ve chosen to have this catered. I’m famished. ATTICUS: These mortals are my familiars, and they are not to be fed upon. WES: I’ve prepared some blood-based cocktails for you to enjoy, Count. VLAD: I drink only live blood.  WREN: Well, we're very much not on the menu. I’ll show you to your-- VLAD: Too willful to make a useful familiar, this one. You have always taken pride in wasting time on your little projects, haven’t you, Atticus? 

WREN: Okay, why did you not tell me the dude repping old as hell vampires is very clearly your ex who’s still bitter about and a little bit in love with you? I would’ve put you in a darker lip.  ATTICUS: I did not find that information to be relevant. Let’s get this over with.

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[wandering-winchesters]

When the Storm Clouds Roll in

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 3,100 Summary: On a particularly hard day, the reader relies on Dean for comfort. Trigger Warnings: Anxiety, Depression, slight mentions of suicidal ideation, self hatred, mentions of the loss of a loved one. Requested: Yes, by @roseblue373 A/N: This one struck a definite cord and I pulled from my personal experience with depression. If this resonates with you, please know you are not alone. As always, please let me know what you think. <3

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From the moment I opened my eyes this morning, I knew it was going to be one of those days. The kind of days where any task seems completely insurmountable, impossible and overwhelming. Out of the 365 days in a year, this one was my favorite but the hardest, at least for the last four years. I have yet to convince myself to clamber out of bed, the warmth of the blankets too inviting and comforting to desire leaving. I continue to scroll through the pictures on my phone, reminiscing on the years past. I land on a picture of my family and I, taken shortly before one of my loved ones had passed away and tears spring to my eyes. It was their birthday today and all of the feelings that were bubbling within me were completely overwhelming. I sniff and wipe away the tears that had formed in my eyes. I draw in a deep breath and roll out of bed, landing on my toes. I decide against putting on real clothes, deciding that today is a laid back day anyways. I open the door to my room and glance down the hallway of the bunker, neither of the boys anywhere to be seen. I can hear music coming from the kitchen and I follow it, knowing that I would find Dean judging by the song that was playing. My suspicions are confirmed, when I round the corner and find Dean making eggs and bacon on the stove. The sight of him brings me immense comfort, something I would never admit out-loud but within the confines of my own mind its an accepted truth. He doesn’t notice me right away, his attention focused on the bacon in front of him. I open the fridge and he turns to look at me, his eyes crinkling in the way they do when he smiles. 

“Good morning sweetheart,” He says, taking a bite out of the bacon he had already finished cooking. His shirt stained from the grease spitting out of the pan. I look him over from head to toe and can’t help but give a small smile. 

“Ya know, if you didn’t cook the bacon on such a high temp, the grease wouldn’t splatter as much.” I tell him, deciding on a cup of tea to start my morning. I grab my favorite mug and the tea of my choice, before setting the water to boil. He dramatically rolls his eyes at me, mimicking me and repeating my words back in a high pitched tone. 

“Jerk.” I mumble, placing the tea bag into my mug and leaning back against the counter to wait for the water to boil.

“Bitch.” He shoots back, flipping the pieces of bacon still in the pan. He yelps when the grease pops and lands directly on his hand. I shake my head, a slight laugh leaving my throat as he discreetly turns the temperature down on the stove, following my earlier advice. Instead of commenting, I keep my mouth shut and pour the now hot water into my mug. 

“So,” He changes the subject, his eyes trained on me now, the bacon sizzling away in the background. “You up for a hunt today? Should be basic, couple of vamps a few towns away.” He offers me a piece of bacon, but I shake my head no. Hunger the furthest thing away from what I am feeling at the moment. 

“Uh, I don’t think so. I’ll hang back on this one, have some stuff I need to get done.” I look away from him, kicking an invisible piece of dirt on the tile floor. I can feel his eyes on me, his suspicions obvious on his face, hence why I won’t make eye contact with him. 

“What kind of stuff?” He presses, for whatever reason this rubs me the wrong way and I snap back at him, my words harsher than I meant them to be. 

“What’s with the twenty questions? I am an adult, I can stay behind if I want to.” I grumble, taking my tea and leaving Dean standing open mouthed, unsure what he did wrong. In reality, he didn’t do anything wrong. I just wouldn’t be able to keep myself together if I was to go on the hunt with them and I wouldn’t put them in danger like that. My inability to focus today, could not be the reason that one of the boys gets injured. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if that were the case. I walk into the library, deciding to spend my morning reading a book, in hopes of distracting myself from the sadness and grief trying to weasel their way past my internal walls. Sam is already in there, an old book carefully opened before him, his notebook open beside it. I give him a smile, hoping he doesn’t notice the tears attempting to break free.

“Hey Y/N, you coming along today?” He asks, his voice tired but he disguises it well behind the smile he’s wearing. I shake my head in response, not trusting my voice to function the way that I want it to. He looks slightly taken aback by my refusal, his eyes studying me carefully. It’s out of the ordinary for me to stay behind on a hunt, I am usually the first to volunteer. The chance to get out, learn and take out the creatures that roam the earth and harm people an opportunity I rarely pass up on. Sam doesn’t push me, but I can feel his questions lingering heavy in the air even though they are unspoken. I pull a book off the shelves and decide to return to the safety and quiet of my room. 

—

The boys leave for the hunt around noon, Dean poking his head into my room to verify one last time that I am not coming along with them. He looks disappointed and concerned when my answer remains the same. Even though there were tasks that I am behind on and that need completing, I can’t find it within me to actually do them. I have not left my bed since I climbed back in it after finishing my tea. My thoughts are becoming louder, harder to ignore to the point where I give in and let them overwhelm me. I could feel depression imminent, a large storm cloud looming at a distance waiting for the currents of wind to pick up and carry the storm in. The cloud is growing and the winds are picking up and there’s nothing I can do. The water around me is rising and I can’t swim. It feels like I am drowning. My lungs are restricted, not from water, but from my own thoughts and emotions.

Grief looms at the forefront, worthlessness and self hatred following close behind. Everything around me fades to the background, my brain fully incapacitated by the thoughts within my head, unable to focus on anything tangible. The pit in my stomach is growing and before I know it, tears are flowing down my cheeks. My chin is quivering and I feel like screaming, I slip out of my bed and sit on the cold hard floor. An attempt to ground myself, I place my head in my hands and rock myself gently. My heart hurt so much that it felt like I was going to die, unable to process just how to move forward, it felt impossible. It would be easier if I weren’t here, the burden I was to Sam and Dean would be lifted, they could go back to the way things were before they met me. They didn’t care about me anyways, it would be easier. What good am I to them anyways? I am worthless, I always slow them down on hunts, there’s nothing I can do that they can’t handle better without me tagging a long. I know that these feelings aren’t me speaking, its depression screaming. I have reasonable thoughts and unreasonable thoughts. The problem is that the reasonable side of my brain speaks in a whisper, unable to be louder. The unreasonable thoughts have a megaphone, unable to be ignored. 

The ache in my chest turns to a burn and the occasional tear turns into a constant stream. How do I recover from this? It has been years and yet the grief is still so fresh? What is wrong with me that I still cannot cope all of these years later? It’s pathetic. I feel pathetic. Good, you should feel pathetic. You’re worthless. The voice in my head is so loud, so cruel and completely debilitating. These thoughts continue to repeat, my brain a recording that is on repeat. Seconds turn to minutes, which turns to hours. I have no concept of time, I notice the darkening of the room around me but besides that I am numb to all of it. I am so entrapped within my thoughts that I don’t realize that I am no longer alone, the slight chatter of the Winchester brothers travels through the bunker, but it falls upon deaf ears.

The panic that I am entrapped in so all consuming. I don’t hear the refrigerator door slam, the clink of beer bottles or the footsteps approaching my room. I don’t hear the knock, or the gentle call of my name. Upon not hearing a response, Dean opens my door, surveying the scene before him. Unknown to me is the way his heart shatters at what he sees, something that I will not find out for years to come. I am blind to all of this, until I feel hands on my body, tugging me gently into an embrace. My sense are overwhelmed with the smell of cologne, beer and leather. Dean. His hands are on my waist, lifting me into place on his lap. I immediately sink into his touch, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face in his jacket. So desperate for comfort, there is no space within me to be ashamed of my actions. I can hear him speaking, but I am still too worked up to focus on his words. He must be able to sense this, because he changes tactics. He slips a hand under the hem of my shirt, settling on my lower back, his fingers tracing patterns into my skin. Something he knows will calm me, because at another day and time, I had told him that was the fastest way to pull me out of my head. Skin on skin contact. He brings his other hand to the nape of my neck, his fingers gentle but firm as he angles my head so his lips can reach my forehead. He gingerly places kisses to the crown of my head, his lips still murmuring words of comfort. I begin to catch bits and pieces, you’re okay, I’ve got you. You’re safe, sweetheart. Just breathe. Words he continues to repeat until my shaking stops, my breathing calms and I am back in control of my body. 

“‘M sorry.” I breathe out, my shuttering inhale catching in my throat. He shushes me, his grip on me never letting up. 

“Don’t ever apologize for this, I just wish I could’ve been here for you. Has this been bugging you all day?” He asks, his voice deep and comforting. I nod against his shoulder, exhaustion washing over my body. My muscles aching from the position I had been in on the floor for hours. He lets out a sigh, pulling away from me ever so slightly so he can see my face. I avert my eyes from him, not wanting him to see how red my face is from crying. He doesn’t let me though, he tucks a finger under my chin and raises it until I meet his gaze. 

“Spill.” That one word is all it takes, a fresh wave of tears spills over, he wipes them all away with his fingertips. He’s patient with me, helping me regain my composure before I begin to speak. 

“I lost someone, a few years back and today would have been their birthday. It hit me incredibly hard this morning and ever since then, everything has just been crumbling around me. My depression has been all consuming, voicing my biggest fears and self doubts and- and, it just made everything seem unbearable.” My voice starts out strong, but by the end of my sentence it’s faltering. Deans hand strokes my lower back, his touch gentle but reassuring. 

“I’m so sorry, that is really hard to bear. What kind of thoughts, Y/N?” He asks, concern evident. I debate on being untruthful, hiding just how bad it had gotten from him. He notices my hesitation because he follows up his question with a plea for honesty, his voice never wavering. I nod and take another moment to choose my words. 

“I feel like a burden to you, worthless and just that- well that you and Sam would be better off without me.” Another tear rolls down my face and I quickly brush it away, shame seeping in over the feelings of self doubt and hatred. Being open and vulnerable was not one of my strengths and I fully expected Dean to laugh and reaffirm my darkest thoughts. He didn’t. His face fell, and I could see anguish written on his features. His lips were pulled into a tight, thin line. His breath catching in his chest, before he blew it out all at once. 

“Y/N, do you have those thoughts a lot?” He asks, his voice calm and his eyes catching my own once more. I shrug, fiddling with the tag on the back of his shirt where my hands had come to rest. 

“More often than not, deep down I know they’re not true, but it’s incredibly difficult to find solace in that.” I admit, my words flowing before I can stop them. He’s silent, for one minute then two. It begins to psych me out, my breathing hitching in my throat again. I shift my body, moving to climb off his lap and retreat into my shell once again. His hands stop me, firmly gripping my hips. 

“Don’t.” He pleads, and I meet his eyes for the first time in a few minutes and I’m caught off guard. Tears, he has tears in his vivid green eyes. I still and remain in his grasp, puzzled as to why he’s crying. 

“Sweetheart, I know that nothing I say can completely change the way you see yourself. Yet I can’t not say it.” He tucks his fingers beneath my chin once more, firmly holding my head in place. “You are the farthest thing from worthless, the fact that you think you’re replaceable breaks my heart. You are so incredibly valued by Sam and myself. The whole time we were gone, we were thinking of you. We were concerned about you. Do you think we’d do that if we didn’t love you and want you to be with us? I’m so sorry for the grief that you are still processing, it takes so long to come to terms with that and I am so proud of you for coming this far. It’s a difficult battle to face, everyday. If I could take all of this hurt from you, I would in a heartbeat.” His hand has moved from beneath my chin to cupping my face, his thumb stroking gently along my cheek. My eyes flutter closed, his touch filling a part of my soul that I didn’t know needed comfort. Tears begin to stream down my cheeks once again, stinging slightly as they rush over my raw skin. 

His touch is gentle as he wipes them away, the ache in my heart is easing ever so slightly as the time in his arms passes. 

“Dean?” I whisper, my words hanging heavy in my throat. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” I take a deep breath, my hands gripping his shoulders as I steady myself.

“Will you stay with me tonight? I’m afraid of what will happen if I am alone with my thoughts.” He agrees without hesitation, he lets me know he’s going to go grab a change of clothes but that he will return shortly. He stands, pulling me up with him. He instructs me to climb into bed and that he will be right back. 

I stand for a moment, dumb struck over our previous discussion, still shocked that he agreed to stay with me. 

He comes back a few minutes later, like he said he would. He smiles as he crosses into my room, a blanket and pillow tucked beneath his arm, his laptop clutched in the other. He kicks my door closed gently with his foot, dropping the bedding on the floor beside my bed. He sets the laptop on my bed. 

“Find a movie you want to watch, while I set up my bed.” He says, spreading the blanket out on my floor. He asks to borrow one of my mine and I hand him one of my favorites. He thanks me, before settling onto the floor. I find a movie I want to watch, some action movie that I know he will enjoy. 

The movie passes quickly and before I know it, his steady and even breathing is easily heard over the dialogue. He fell asleep, and suddenly loneliness is overwhelming once again. I contemplate what I should do, I should go to sleep like the adult I am supposed to be. However, there’s this tug in my heart that’s telling me to climb down next to Dean and curl up with him, once again. I give into the temptation and quietly sink onto the floor next to him, and burrow underneath the blanket he has wrapped around him. He quickly opens his arms for me and I wrap myself around him. He lips find my forehead and his sleep words catch me completely off guard. 

“I love you, sweet girl.” He whispers, his voice so soft I couldn’t tell if I’d imagined it. A question I’d have to save until morning. I pulled him closer and whispered back.

“I love you too, Dean.” It was his three words that washed away all of my doubt and self hatred. The grief and sadness too, while I know it won’t last forever. I am going to enjoy the emptiness within my thoughts while it lasts. I allow myself to drift off in his embrace and I hope that this will become a regular thing. 

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[hiraeth-witch-11]

Bond to Happen Part 9

Part 9: Game Night with Billy

Warnings: fantastical racism, shitty controlling laws, Billy Russo

Word Count: 4300ish

Author's note: I'm 50k words into the rough draft and needed to share some fluff with yall to make up for all the angst that I've been writing. To make sure everyone's aware, Billy Russo is a warning throughout this story for a reason. He is still canon adjacent. If you have questions or want to check and make sure the direction of this story won't be triggering for you, feel free to message me. This chapter is mostly fluff though so enjoy.

You become increasingly close with Billy, speeding past a working relationship and sliding right into a friendship like you had with Frank or Karen. It actually concerned you how much you trusted him. To be fair, he’d never broken that trust. He only ever exceeded your expectations as a boss and a friend. Sometimes you start to think that maybe there is some weight to Karen’s words. Maybe Billy did care about you in more than the perfunctory way a boss cares for their employee, or a casual friend cares about another friend.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, throwing your phone across the room and onto the bean bag in your office. A knock on the door has you wiping tears off your cheeks quickly. “Come in,” you try to say clearly.

“You okay?” Billy asked grinning before the smile dropped from his face. “Hey, what’s wrong sweetheart?”

“They repealed the Witch’s Right to Privacy act, effective immediately.” You try to keep the emotion from your voice. 

“Shit, Blue, I’m sorry,” Billy said sincerely, closing the door behind him.

“It’s so stupid, their definition of witch doesn’t even make sense. It is so fucking subjective, there’s so much variation in biology and brain chemistry that it’s impossible to separate witches from fucking differentials! And that title makes the difference between having the freedom to exist?” Welp, so much for staying calm.

“Go on,” Billy encourages your rant, sitting down on the rocking chair next to your bean bag.

“Now anyone can ask about magic use and witches have to answer. Not only that, but choices based on magic usage or suppressants or binding are going to go straight back to the states. Anyone who wants a witch trophy wife can submit their blood to the Witch Bureau of Investigation and if they match and have a certain income level and record, they can petition to marry them without the witch’s consent under the Guardian Law. Fucking Alabama had trigger laws in place and are already preparing to make mandatory binding for any witch who has committed a ‘magic based infraction’ unless they bond themselves to a government approved guardian!”

“What does ‘magic based infraction’ even mean?” Billy asks incredulously, prompting you to continue. 

“Nothing! It is purposely vague and left up to the states and courts to really define. If a witch uses magic and a normie sees them and feels ‘unsafe’, even if the witch was minding their own business, that can be considered human harassment. But the vamps are still feeding in public, wolves shift and fight in broad daylight, and incubi seduce at fucking Starbucks, and all of that is okay. It’s the fucking sexism of the term ‘witch’ and the classism of the ageless that has all of this happening. Next thing you know, they are going to start burning us again.” You swallow sobs as tears start dripping from your cheeks. Billy jumps up and crosses the room to you, hands fluttering around like he wants to hug you, but isn’t sure how you’d receive it. He clenches his fists at his sides and says,” I will never let that happen, Blue. I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe. You are not alone in this.”

His brown eyes are so dark and intense that they flash black, catching your gaze and trapping it with his own. You feel the urge to reach out and touch him, to ground yourself. You want to let him make you feel safe in more ways than one. Instead, you choose to shove your hands into your back pockets to help you resist the temptation.  

“Thank you, Billy, that means a lot to me.”

“Of course, sweetheart. You wanna take the rest of the day off?”

“Don’t you need me?” You ask, wiping your face once again. You want to stay, but you’re just so tired and crying has given you a headache. “We don’t have anything time sensitive to do today. Go home, watch a movie, take some time for yourself.”

*********

“Frank, what do you think about me inviting Russo to game night?” You spontaneously ask one Thursday afternoon. Finishing your reports early in the day, you’d decided to hang out in Frank’s office for a bit, waiting for him to head out with you to game night at Matt’s apartment.

“I don’t know, kid. You can try, but he’ll probably say no,” Frank says without looking up from his laptop.

You bounce the ball from your hand to the wall again.

“Would you be okay if I did, though, even if it’s just in the spirit of inclusion?”

“Sure, kid. But I’m betting he gives you a hard pass. Can you even picture him sitting down and playing a board game? I don’t think he’s done it in years.” Frank gives a dismissive laugh. For whatever reason, it bothers you. Billy is probably the closest thing Frank has to family, besides Curtis. Sometimes you worry that underneath the charm and confidence, Russo might be lonely. You knew he didn’t have any blood family, at least not that he ever talks about, so you felt the urge to include him in your little found family.

“What do I get if he agrees to come?” You say, not really thinking through your plan. Frank finally looks up from his computer, face contemplative.

“If you can get him to actually show up and stay, for at least an hour, you can choose the music when we drive down to the new training site next week.”

“The whole drive? No complaining?” You’re invested now, Frank never let you pick the music for anything and this site was maybe 2 or so hours away.

“I reserve the right to complain a little bit, but yeah, whole trip up. But-” he pauses, building suspense. “If he says no, or if he doesn’t stay for at least an hour, you start self defense training and I pick the music.”

You grimace, you’d been avoiding self defense training like the plague. Matt had gotten on you about it first when he realized that your only defense in a dangerous situation was your limited supply of magic. You’d wiggled your way out of that conversation, promising not to be more careful and repeating that you didn’t really put yourself in harm’s way that often anymore. Frank had been appalled when he found out that could barely throw a solid punch and couldn’t disarm an attacker without your abilities. You’d told him the same thing you’d told Matt, but he hadn’t left it alone. He was always trying to get you to join his work outs and trainings with newer recruits. You kept making up excuses to avoid it. You hate the idea of willingly practicing how to hurt people, though you know it was mainly to keep you from getting hurt.

“I will do 2 training sessions,” you counter.

“8, minimum. And if you cancel one, we add on 2.” He won’t budge on this, that determined look on his face makes it clear.

“Fine, but I want DJ rights to and from the site and while training if it’s just you and me.”

Frank considers, weighing his options. “Deal, Blue.”

“Deal,” you agree, reaching out a hand to shake on it. Frank almost looks surprised, but he recovers quickly and firmly shakes your hand. His aura has been a lot more comfortable since he stopped dropping bodies on a regular basis. Death would always be part of it, but these days it was a small part he didn’t access often. You couldn’t believe how far you’d come when it came to physical contact with your friends and coworkers. Your control while choosing to touch someone was excellent the majority of the time. Others touching you without warning… that was a different story.

You stand, preparing to make your way to Billy’s office. After working next to him for so long, you were pretty familiar with his routine and doubt he was very busy right now.

“Good luck, kid,” Frank chuckles and you resist the urge to make a face at him. 

You continue tossing the rubber ball back and forth between your hands as you walk down the hallway. Billy’s door is closed and he has the yellow sign up which usually means he’s focusing, but can be interrupted for work related issues. Green is a go ahead for anyone to stop by if they knock first. If the door is open, you can just walk in. If orange is up, it had better be time sensitive or an emergency. If it’s red, don’t interrupt unless it’s life or death.

You hesitate at the sight of that little yellow sign, but his blinds are up so you can see into the office. He’s hunched over his desk, making notes on a yellow pad of paper while glancing at his computer. Before you can walk away, having decided to wait until later to disturb him, he looks up and smiles at you, standing up and opening the door.

“Hey sweetheart, did you need something?” He asks.

“It’s not work related so it can wait since you're busy,” you insist.

“I was almost done anyway,” he says, tucking his hands into his suit pants pockets and leaning a shoulder against the door frame. “What’s up?”

“Karen, Frank, Matt, Foggy and I have a game night almost every Thursday night. I was wondering if you wanted to join us?” You ask quickly. You’re a little nervous and Russo’s eyes are always so distracting. Billy looks surprised and his aura wraps around you, brightening with some sort of positive feeling.

“Frankie plays board games with Matt Murdock? Willingly?”

You frown at his tone, nodding. “Frank comes at least once a month, but usually more if he’s not busy. It’s not like they’re besties or anything, but they’re civil and it’s funny to watch.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know, Blue. It’s not really my scene.” There’s a touch of mischief in his eyes.

“Come on, Billy, it’ll be fun. We’ll have some chocolate cake from one of Matt and Foggy’s clients.” You hope the desert will sweeten the deal as you had long suspected that William Russo had a sweet tooth. 

“I do like cake,” he says, tilting his head as he thinks about it. “But I don’t know if cake is enough of an incentive for me to spend the evening playing monopoly.”

“Today we’re playing Risk,” you correct quietly before blurting, “What would be enough of an incentive?”

His eyes darken slightly and his aura shifts slightly, it’s still good energy though, so you think you have a chance to get your way. You continue to look up at him with your earnest, often blue eyes.

“You and I haven’t really spent any time outside of Anvil together. I’d like to get to know you better. Learn more about what you’re like when you aren’t working,” he says. It surprises you, something so simple. You honestly would agree even without game night on the line.

“I’d be okay with that,” you say slowly. “What do you have in mind?”

“Let me plan an… outing of some sort, just us. We can hang out and swap stories,” he suggests.

“An outing?” you question.

“Yeah, we could go to a museum or the zoo-” you perk up a bit when he mentions the zoo “-nothing crazy and I’ll make sure it won’t be too crowded when we go. Scouts honor.” He grins.

“You were never a boy scout, Russo,” you scoff teasingly.

“I coulda been,” he says, mock pouting.

“I accept your terms, but the simpler the better, yeah?”

“Of course,” he confirms.

“Alright, then. I’ll text you the address and see you there at 7?” You ask.

“Sure thing, Blue. Do I need to bring anything?”

“No, we’re all set.” You smile genuinely.

After work, you stop by your apartment to take a quick shower and change. While you wear clothes you like to Anvil, you still do your best to keep it business casual. Stepping out of your shower, you towel dry yourself off before pulling on panties, leggings, your trusty sports bra, and a slightly cropped oversized t-shirt from college. Comfortable, more or less covering as much skin as you could stand with the weather tonight, and unrestricting of your movement. You throw on some tennis shoes and shove your keys, wallet, mace, and Sight journal (just in case you needed it) into a light pink canvas bag.

You bike over to Matt’s place, enjoying the gentle breeze as you speed through the streets. Biking was one of your favorite activities, especially after it was blessed for you by a priestess of Hermes. Since then, it went faster with less effort and never seemed to break down. You know better than to leave it on the street and instead drag it upstairs with you. Matt lets you leave it in his entryway while you’re over.

“How’s the alter ego?” You ask Matt, noticing how he favors his right side.

“A bit bruised, but not too bad,” he shares honestly.

“At least it’s not his face this time,” Karen says from the couch.

“Still can’t believe how long we fell for the ‘I’m just clumsy’ act,” Foggy snickers.

“Frank texted the group chat that he’s on his way,” you tell Matt, falling onto the couch next to Karen. She lifts a hand to ruffle your hair lovingly.

“I heard that a certain Mr. Russo will be joining us tonight,” Karen announces in a sing-song voice.

“Oh?” Foggy says in poorly feigned surprise.

“I should’ve asked everyone first, but you always say I can bring a friend from work so …” you trail off.

“So you pick Russo?” Matt says with just a touch of judgment.

“Hey, you weren’t a fan of Frank coming at first either. I expect your best behavior, Matthew,” Foggy instructs. “We wouldn’t want to ruin his first Purple Squad Game Night experience.”

Both you and Karen groan at him in exasperation. “Stop trying to make up a new name everytime we do this, Foggy. Y’all are Team Red, and Frank and I are bonus members. Plus, I hate purple.”

“No you don’t Blue, you love lavender and lilac and -” Karen starts listing before you interrupt.

“Yeah yeah, I like some shades, but dislike purple overall. Motion to officially veto Purple Squad as a team name?”

“Seconded.”

“Thirded.”

“Sorry Fog, keep trying,” Matt says.

“Don’t encourage him!” you laugh as a knock on the door sounds through the room.

Karen jumps up from her seat, always eager to see Frank. “I’ll get it!”

“Frank, Billy come on in,” she says as she opens the door.

“Russo.” “Murdock.” Matt and Billy greet each other with a nod. 

Foggy is much friendlier. “Russo! We’ve heard so much about you. I’m gonna need you to share at least one embarrassing Frank story tonight.”

“I’m sure only half of it is true. And sure, I’ll see what I can do,” Billy grins.

“You made it!” You’re not sure why you’re surprised, Billy has always kept his word with you.

“Of course, especially after Frank tried so hard to get me to stay home,” he says, flashing a look at an unashamed Castle.

“That’s cheating, Frank!” You exclaim.

“We never set any rules of engagement, Blue, it’s nothing personal.” Frank shrugs his shoulders and sinks down onto the armchair.

You flush and force a glare at him.

“What’s all this about?” Karen asks. 

“A bet, I’ll tell you the details later, Kare,” you promise.

“Shouldn’t I get to know what the bet was since it was about me?” Russo sits down next to you on the main couch, close enough to touch, but far enough away to be polite. He’s wearing a navy t-shirt, gods you didn’t realize how toned his arms were- and you decide that navy is your new favorite color. 

“No.” You and Frank say simultaneously and you force yourself to look away.

Foggy sets up the board for Risk and starts dealing cards as the rest of you fight over which color you’ll be.

“Red,” Matt says, holding out his hand. Karen is kind enough to allow it before the rest of you devolve into chaos.

“Common, Kare, my name is literally Blue, you can’t make me do a different color.”

“I told you Frankie, I got dibs on black and you can have gray. Trying to distract me isn’t gonna work.”

“You’re always blue, though, switch with me this once, pleeeeasssse.”

“Matt’s always red, which is your favorite color, and you never fight him for it, Kare!”

“That’s cuz he’s the leader of Team Red, you can’t make him a different color,” Foggy chimes in.

“You sure about that, Russo?” Frank questions, eyes locked into a staring contest with Billy as everyone’s voices overlap.

“I’ll make you donuts from scratch next week for game night if you let me stay as blue,” you bargain. Karen hesitates, but finally agrees.

“Hey Blue, you okay?” Frank asks, sounding concerned. Billy’s head jerks to look at you at the same moment Frank swipes the back of black pieces from the table.

“Huh?” You reply, unsure why he’s asking, too focused on organizing your pieces to notice his interaction with Billy. “I’m good.”

“My bad, Blue. Musta been a trick of the light,” Franks says while smirking at Russo.

��I’ll get you back for that one, Frankie,” Billy warns as he accepts the gray pieces.

Karen chooses green and Foggy gets yellow, his new favorite color ever since you told him about his aura.

After the initial bickering over colors, the game starts smoothly, though you quickly realize your pieces are in terribly inconvenient places according to what land the cards assigned you.

“There is no way I can win, Matt,” you insist.

“It can’t be that bad,” Matt says before you verbally list everywhere you are positioned. Game night with Matt could be tricky sometimes, but all of you had gotten good at keeping things accessible and finding ways around any difficulties. It helped that Matt’s senses picked up quite a bit and he had an excellent memory.

 “I guess it can be that bad,” he agrees, quickly changing his tune.

“Don’t even think about it, babe,” Karen warns, predicting your change in tactics.

“I have no idea what you mean, KareBear,” you reply sweetly as you fortify what little space you have, choosing not to attack for the round. She continues to watch you suspiciously as everyone cycles through their turns.

“Come on, Bill! You can’t just keep attacking me. That’s a terrible way to win,” Frank laments.

Billy shrugs, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

After Billy, it’s your turn again. You’ve continued to fortify your ranks the whole game, rarely attacking and instead focusing on defense. You grin to yourself.

“I see that, Blue. Don’t do it,” Foggy pleads.

“Don’t look at me, you got me last time,” Karen scolds. 

“What are we worried about here?” Billy questions, he doesn’t have experience with how you play games like this. You shake your head threateningly at Karen and Foggy, but Matt answers for them.

“Blue is a bit of a sore loser-”

”Am not!”

“And will decide that if they can’t win, they’re going to bring someone else down with them before they’re fully out of the game,” Matt continues, ignoring your interruption. “It’s why we usually stick to  things like Monopoly, Scrabble, and Life.”

“Sore loser, huh?” Billy asks and Matt nods with a grin.

“I’m not, I’m totally fine losing,” you insist.

“Is that why you almost never win?” Frank jibes.

“Hey! Rude!”

“Don’t worry, Russo, as long as you haven’t done anything to annoy her today, you should be safe,” Foggy says. Billy’s still suppressing a grin and you’re practically pouting at this point.

“To be transparent, I picked my target before we started the game. I’m sorry, Frank. Roll for defense,” You say, tossing him the die. You continue to attack with every space you have, focusing on Frank.

“Common, kid. Have a little mercy, Bill’s already been pickin’ on me all night. How am I supposed to defend against both of you?”

“Mercy has no place in board games, Frank.” You use the last of your available troops to finish your attack. You made good headway through Frank’s territories, but now all it will take is someone choosing to swoop in after you and claim both yours and Frank’s significantly weakened remaining spots.

Frank is quickly eliminated, followed by you, then Foggy and Matt. Karen emerges victorious against Billy which garners a round of applause.

The game is put away and Karen brings out the cake and some plates. The 6 of you eat and talk for a couple hours after finishing the game.

“No, soulmates don’t exist,” Foggy scoffs. “Do they?”

You aren’t sure how they got into this topic, something about exes and the right person at the wrong time.

“The idea of a singular perfect soulmate is far-fetched, but Occult scientists have found a ton of evidence supporting the idea of highly compatible partners. It’s actually really interesting once you get into it. There are a lot of different types commonly found and most of the time, people don’t even realize it,” Karen explains.

“It’s true,” you support. “I don’t see all of the different types of bondmates, but sometimes people’s energy or aura are obviously connected or complimentary.”

“Bondmates?” Billy asks, angling his body towards you as he leans back and rests his arm behind you on the couch. You try not to think about how close he is as his energy surrounds your own.

“Soulmate is a bit of a misnomer as souls are rarely what connects two people, that’s usually seen in reincarnation cycles, though it’s hard to track. Most scientists use the term bondmate for people who are ‘destined’ or what have you, to be partners.”

“Why bondmate and not something else?” Foggy asks, taking a sip of his beer.

“With the idea of soulmates, people kind of assume that those people will be together and are instantly connected, yeah? But it actually works differently, it’s a choice to connect yourself to your partner. There has to be some sort of acknowledgement or ritual to form that bond, and it can often take time. But once a bond is fully formed, only death can break it,” you expound.

“That’s so fucking cool,” Foggy says in amazement.

“Where’d you learn all this, Blue?” Frank asks.

“My bachelor’s is in occult biology with a minor in occult psychology and another in general sociology,” you offer.

“She’s super smart when you get to know her,” Karen says both sincere and teasing.

“Hey, I feel like there’s an insult somewhere in there,” you say without offense.

“I knew you went to college, but I don’t think you ever mentioned what you studied,” Foggy says.

“I don’t talk about it a lot and the degree is pretty useless right now,” you shrug, tone souring slightly before you catch it and add on, “But it’s not like I know all this witch stuff just from the internet.” 

“I, for one, always knew she was brilliant,” Frank states and you’re suspicious that he’s just sucking up to you after you demolished him in Risk.

“You’re hilarious, Castle,” you scoff, feeling yourself blush at the praise. 

“I agree with Frankie,” Billy says.

“Hear, hear!” Foggy says.

“Castle isn’t wrong,” Matt grumbles.

“To the magical mastermind that is Blue. She’s saved our lives more times than I can count,” Karen raises her glass, smiling at you. The others follow suit and you flush bright red.

“I’ll accept the title of Magical Mastermind, but the rest is true about most of us. Gods, it’s a wonder we’re all still alive with how much we attract trouble.” You shake your head with a disbelieving smile.

******

Billy had spent most of the night trying not to stare too obviously, but you were making it very difficult. Everytime you moved to reach the board, your shirt would lift, revealing an additional few inches of your side and back. He resisted the urge to trace his fingertips across your skin and hoped the longing wasn’t too evident on his face. But his best friend paid attention and would likely give him shit about it tomorrow, but Billy didn’t care. Before he had first officially met you, Frank had warned him to watch himself. Frank made it clear that Billy was not to make any moves on you, and there was a seriousness to his tone that made Billy pay attention. Refusing to give any details, Frank only said that you’d been through a lot and strongly suggested that Billy refrain from touching you, even accidentally, and that he keep his flirting to a minimum.

The little Frank said, combined with how Billy observed the way you held yourself around men you were unfamiliar with, tense and forcing friendliness while your heart rate jumped, he could fill in some of the blanks. So he listened to Frank and went a few steps further, always making sure someone you trusted or were at least comfortable with was there when you did readings or site checks. He constantly watched for anything that might upset you and was unsettled to notice Harding’s attentions. Billy forced himself not to react over the little visits, but when he’d been in his office and felt the lust coming off Harding from your office, he was quick to act. He’d taken care of Harding after that, leaving him alive, but a shell of a man. Harding would never threaten another woman ever again. Billy wasn’t ashamed to be glad of the edge Harding had unwittingly given him by presenting a situation where Billy could prove he would keep you safe. It was probably one of the only reasons he’d been left alive.

Tonight, Billy appreciated how far he’d come in earning your trust.

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Okay I have finished Eclipse now, and I think you really could end there and headcanon/fanfic the rest (I’m still gonna try a BD re-read, but I remember hating it so vividly that I don’t know if I’ll make it through lol). 

So Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse, yeah I still think they’re good reads, and there is definitely a lot of toxicity in them to unpack, but in the same way that while Meyer may have officially written a romance - some old texts were “comedies” that we no longer consider that way (but rather, dramas or tragedies). Death of the author, basically - their original intention may exist in their own minds, but we can perceive differently (and frankly, we should).

So here’s how I see the ending of Eclipse: Tragic.

The entire book, Bella seems to be wavering on the idea of becoming a vampire. She knows she wants to be with Edward, and is worried about the Volturi coming to check on her, but she’s afraid of saying goodbye to all the people in her life, and giving up human experiences. She resist the idea of marriage, and then suddenly decides she wants to bone Edward as another “demand” before vampirism. For me, I’m reading it as some deeply entrenched rational part of Bella continues to try and find excuses, an out - something to delay it. Or as I interpret it - there’s a part of her... deep down, that is trying to break this thrall, because that’s how it reads to me, anyway. 

She realizes she’s in love with Jacob, and the idea of not being with him hurts her so much she can’t even drive home - but she insists that she “can’t live without Edward” (who is a “drug” to her, a thrally thrally drug...). 

Edward offers to vamp her in the meadow, and she says no. Probably because that rational Bella underneath the thrall is still fighting, as it has been this whole time. She insists the marriage will let her have a final goodbye to everyone, and then they go tell Charlie (who I imagine flipped his shit). 

Jacob, meanwhile, upon getting the letter from Edward, runs off in wolf-form, needing to be alone. The fact that it specifically ends on that note, instead of just Bella going to tell her dad, suggests to me a tragic end - not a happy, decisive one. The entire marriage/engagement was so... ominous, it doesn’t feel like Bella is actually happy in the end? 

Anyway, you could fanfic the ending if you’re a BD hater, and maybe find a way to Headcanon a happy conclusion that works for you.

#twilight saga #eclipse #eclipse re-read #twilight saga re-read #anti cullens #anti edward cullen

[harmonictechnicality]

*snippet of chapter 5 vamp!eddie fic I'm currently writing :)*

(cw: they are discussing blood quite a bit... cause vampire)

For someone inane reason, Eddie makes Steve stand over in the corner of the room. He sits on the other side, lays on the other side. Diagonally across from Steve. As far away as he can get.

“I don’t see how this is necessary.” Steve kicks at the wall, hands in his pockets.

“We’re talking about describing something I crave.” Eddie looks up at the ceiling. Hands folded up behind his back. Laying on top of them. Constraining them maybe.

“Just need to create some distance so I don’t hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“I don’t like how much you trust me.”

“You would’ve killed me by now if you wanted to, Eds.” Steve firmly believes that. “You hated me the first time we talked and you didn’t kill me then.”

Eddie looks up at him for a moment. “This time is different.”

“How?”

Eddie’s rings knocking into one another like tarnished church bells as he talks. “Have you ever seen one of those commercials on tv that are ads for fast food burgers?” 

“The ones that use lots of enticing adjectives that’ll make you jump in your car and go to the drive-thru?”

Duh. “Yeah.” Steve leans into the corner. “What about it?”

“That’s basically what I’m doing here.” Eddie lays back down. “I’m describing the only meal I’ll ever crave, and you're right there. No tv screen. No drive-thru. No challenge.”

“You make it so easy and you don’t even know it.”

Steve’s joints feel rigid. 

“This is a bad idea, Steve.”

“Probably.” Definitely is.

“You still want to risk it?”

He’s not sure how or when his sense of fear got turned off, but it did. All Steve cares about is his tingling curiosity. And it didn’t earn it’s infamous proverb about murdering cats for nothing…

“Fucking tell me already, Munson.”

Eddie’s hands go behind his back again. He shuts his eyes and sucks in air through his mouth.

“Everyone’s blood smells different. Everyone’s blood smells drinkable.”

“But your blood..” Eddie’s eyelids scrunch tighter. Shutting them harder.

“Your blood would make fragrance chemists weak in the knees.”

Eddie mentions ‘knees’ and Steve’s legs instinctively lock up. Blocking his blood flow to go anywhere else in his body.

This is how people faint.

This might be why Steve faints.

“It’s like you have cinnamon and an ocean breeze churning in your veins.” Eddie continues. Inhaling through his nose this time.

Not to breathe. 

To smell him.

To scent him.

“Whatever celestial being that created you, just injected all of the best aromas of autumn and summer into your bloodstream. Stuck you on earth to smell like a seasonal daydream.”

Force of attraction takes control over Steve’s ambulatory skills. He’s walking over to Eddie without even trying.

He’s bending down next to Eddie without even thinking.

‘You make it so easy and you don’t even know it.’ He hears Eddie’s hazardous observation repeat like hiccups in his mind, but it doesn’t matter.

The orbit of Eddie Munson just became impossible to resist.

“You shouldn’t.” Eddie keeps his eyes shut tight, even as Steve approaches.

He kneels down beside him. Wanting to do something - not really sure what.

Kiss him. 

Touch him.

Exist with him.

Steve’s not sure.

“I trust you, Eds.”

“Like I said.” Eddie licks over his teeth. His fangs click down into place. “You shouldn’t.”

But Steve does. He hopelessly trusts Eddie, even with his fangs locked in. Even when he’s sparking energy off his body. 

He trusts him because Eddie is Steve’s friend.

He trusts him too much because Steve feels even more than friendship with him.

“We should talk about last week.” Steve isn’t thinking clearly, not in the proper mindset to discuss things logically. But he doesn’t know what else to do.

His options were to say that, or ‘Eddie, I have feelings for you and I think we should makeout with your fangs still down.’

And Steve is not gonna throw that sentence out into the air.

Eddie turns onto his side, his expression is serious.

“Right now?”

“If not now, then when?”

“When I don’t have sharp weapons in my mouth maybe.”

Steve exasperates. “Just… Can’t you put them away?”

“Not when you’re this close.” Eddie sits up, rising slowly. “Not when your blood is right under my nose - smelling so good.”

Steve’s brain goes all sloshy the way Eddie says it.

“You like it, huh?” That is not an appropriate response, Steve. It comes out like a girl jabbing on the phone, twirling her hair.

Like Steve is being fucking coy with a vampire.

“Starting to get a bit of a contact high off your scent, I think.” Eddie’s nostrils are widely flared out. Not in a human way anymore.

Steve abandons the talking idea with that statement. Lets that notion that someone feels drugged off of him destroy all of his logical thinking skills.

It’s all lust now.

“Do you want to bite me?” Steve crawls closer to Eddie because he lets him. He practically has his arms reaching out for Steve, fangs glinting in a smile.

Steve doesn’t know why he asks that, he knows the answer. Maybe he’s the one getting a contact high from Eddie’s vampiric charm or some shit.

“I won’t though.” Eddie says, tranced by Steve’s low movement. 

Eddie’s eyes open long enough for Steve to see how big they are. Black pits blown out further than his flaring nostrils.

Steve’s fairly sure his eyes are equally dilated.

It’s midnight meeting midnight.

The misty stratosphere of desire is wrapping around each of them.

Steve getting brave from the mist.

Eddie getting glazed and honest from the mist.

“I won’t ever hurt you, Steve.”

the whole chapter is on ao3 - it's like 10,000 words, so I just put my favorite part up here :)

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #vampire eddie munson #things get vampire kinky *just* a bit #gonna be waaaaaay freakier by chapter 7 though #so if you're into that - come vibe with me

[shameonmeeguiltypleasure]

SMB Author Rambles: About the Featheringtons.....

In preparation for Chapter 12 of ‘Seducing Mr Bridgerton,’ I’m currently in research mode. 

Having said that, I can’t wait to re-introduce to readers the Featherington women as some might never have considered. I’m still going to be blending show and book cannon with my SMB verse which should be interesting. 

I’ve done a lot of exploring regarding Portia Featherington, and I fully endorse that SMB Portia is a viper in disguise. A warrior Mama who would not hesitate to play a villain’s role for her daughters if it meant they would be able to survive the Ton, Marriage and society. She’s the definition of tough love and a master at using sharp words to cut deep till one bleeds. 

I’m hoping to get Chapter 12 out before the 12th of March, but anticipate cutting a lot of scenes out so we don’t lose focus of Colin and Penelope’s storyline. 

Once SMB is finished, I’ll start posting all the side stories, side POVs and extra scenes that didn’t make the cut for everyone to read :) 

I have an ENTIRE re-vamped backstory for the Featherington family. One that shows depth to all the Featherington women, and gives more insight into Mr Featherington’s terrible life choices. It will also help you understand how SMB Penelope came to exist and how UNRELIABLE she is as a narrator when it comes to her family. 

At this point, we’ve all read how important Penelope is to Felicity. I’ve already shown that Felicity is very much a bratty and incredibly protective little sister when she wants to be. Especially when it comes to Penelope. 

Whelp.... Prudence and Philippa can’t wait to make their debut. 

I love giving characters layers, and am very interested to see what you have to say next chapter :) 

A little hint for the Featherington Women’s current vibes: 

Portia: Briarly! Get me more Sherry!..... And my husband’s pipe and good whiskey. 

Prudence: Of all the fucking bachelors! It had to be HIM! Ugh!! *disgusted expression* Truly Penny dear, I thought you had hoped you had standards at least. 

Philippa: Did you know bears hibernate in winter? We can always abandon him at a cave, perhaps he will make a rather good coat for some poor beast? 

Penelope: Have you all gone mad!??!!??!?

Felicity: Oh relax Penny,  *loads shotgun with a click* it’s only a bit of fun. He’s going to be family, might as well give a proper introduction. 

#seducing mr bridgerton #the author rambles #chapter progress

[eddiethehunted]

I'm asking about ooga booga and beep bop because I'm a menace and exist to humiliate you >:) (but also if you genuinely don't want to talk about them pls don't it's ok mwah I love you)

ok i know i marked beep bop as nsfw but i actually haven't. written the smut yet. so. anyway it's based on a RP gwen and i did forever ago that is still living in my head and just bc i adore u i will also put ooga booga under the cut. that one is uh. definitely very nsfw.

beep bop (post-vol 2, vamp eddie)

He strained his ears, his breath coming shallow and quick. It was quiet outside, except for the soft rustling of the leaves in the gentle evening breeze. No other noises came, and he breathed in deep, letting it out slow, trying to calm his heart rate down.

“Just an animal,” Steve whispered to himself. He was trembling from head to toe. “Just a squirrel or a raccoon. It’s fine.” 

He managed to relax his shoulders, the hysteria blurring the fringes of his vision receding slightly. Fuck but he was on edge. He knew a good night’s sleep would help, but how was he supposed to sleep when every little thing sent him into a panic attack?

Swallowing a frantic laugh, he turned back to his bed to grab another cigarette. He’d smoke the whole fucking pack tonight, probably. As he grabbed his lighter, he made the mistake of lifting his gaze to the window, and his heart stopped in his chest.

There was something looking back at him. Watching him. He could see it there, in the tree right outside his window. 

ooga booga (im sorry but saying this right before i post some smut is so funny) also eddie has a tongue piercing

“stay still,” eddie orders, letting it come out a bit mean because he knows what it does to steve. sure enough, a glance up shows steve shutting his eyes as they roll back. for good measure, he adds with a dry chuckle, “you’re so fucking easy, steve. it’s been like one minute."

“fuck,” it’s punched out of him, “please, please, i’ll stay still, i promise."

cute.

with steve’s whiny please ringing in his ears, eddie dives back in, taking as much as he can at once without choking again. a rough tug on his hair makes him groan, earning a frantic gasp from steve as the sound vibrates through his mouth. steve's hips twitch forward but he stills them quickly, clenching his jaw tight. 

it’s fucking crazy, eddie thinks vaguely, breathing deeply through his nose as he works to bury his face in steve’s happy trail. the fact that he can just tell steve what to do and steve listens like he’s made for it. it’s insane. 

steve can hardly keep his eyes open, shuddering with each bob of eddie’s head, thighs trembling on either side of his shoulders. eddie grips his hips harder, pressing him hard into the couch, letting his spit drip from the corners of his mouth as he hollows his cheeks again, suckling hard around the tip, flicking at the slit with the tip of his tongue, letting his piercing drag over it roughly. it must hurt a little, but he knows steve gets off on it, loves tempting the thin line between pleasure and pain. 

“fuck, fuck fuck, eddie, yes,” steve babbles, free hand coming up to grab his own hair, one leg kicking out in his effort to stay still. eddie shoots a watery look up to watch him, unable to quell the moan that shudders up his throat at the sight. steve’s throat bobs as he swallows a whine, the sharp angle of his jaw softened as his mouth falls open on another moan.

#once again no one look at me. #steddie #notsfw #u will notice that i cannot decide what tense to write in #theres no rhyme or reason its just about the vibes #writing wip tag game #catfishofoldin99colours

[chaoticcat32]

Another Vamp!Eddie scenario with a demogorgon…

Eddie and Steve were wandering the upside down. Eddie had wanted to get ‘his’(stolen) stuff from the little nest he had built down there. Most of the stuff was actually his, but he had taken some stuff from other people too, namely blankets and pillows. Lots of blankets. Now that Steve thought about it, people in Hawkins had been complaining about bedding going missing…

Either way, they were ready to bring Eddie back up to the surface for good. One small issue though: for whatever reason, as soon as Steve went through the gate, he’d shrunk in size, now barely a foot tall.

Eddie had him protectively in his mouth, holding it open so Steve could still see what was going on, but also so Eddie could easily tuck him away if there was any danger.

Eddie flew towards the mountain he had his nest built in, knowing the location by heart now, after spending so much time there. As he flew, he scanned the barren red ground, looking for any danger that could be lurking, ready to steal his Steve away. Eddie would most definitely not let that happen.

He landed at the nest, beginning to rifle through the things he had there. He knew he didn’t need all of it, he was only going to take his stuff and maybe a few blankets back with him. He grabbed everything he needed and put it into a blanket, wrapping it all up. He then wrapped it again with three more blankets. There. That should be enough.

“Is that one of my sweaters?!” Steve shouted.

Eddie pinned his ears back. Shit. He wasn’t supposed to see that. Eddie quickly grabbed the iconic yellow sweater and shoved it into the blanket pile.

“I’ve been looking for that, you know…”

Eddie ignored the small man in his mouth and climbed back down the mountain, landing on the wasteland below.

“Hey, Eddie?”

Eddie lifted his eyebrows, then he remembered that Steve was in his mouth and couldn’t see his eyebrows. So he spit Steve out for a moment, so that he could answer his question.

“Hm?”

“Do you think I could walk for a bit, next to you?”

Eddie was about to protest when Steve cut him off.

“Hey. I’ll be fine, man. If I just stay right next to you, nothing’ll be able to get me.”

Eddie sat for a bit, contemplating Steve’s words, before coming to a decision.

“Fine. But only if you stay right next to me, got it?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie began to walk forwards, going in the direction he knew his cabin would be. Steve stayed firmly by his side, right next to his wing as they walked.

They were approaching the woods, gnarled trees sticking up out of the ground. The ash raining from the sky made both of them cough and sneeze, making it harder for them to avoid the black vines crawling across the ground.

One particular sneeze made Eddie’s foot fall haphazardly onto the ground, crushing one of them, causing it to writhe and pull away. They both looked down at it, nervousness in their expressions.

They waited for a full minute, Eddie straining his ears and listening for any signs of danger. He also sniffed the air, but couldn’t smell much through the acridness of the place.

“I’m sure it’s fine, it was just one vine.”

Eddie nodded and continued walking, albeit more carefully than before. It wasn’t long before Steve spotted something in the distance. He squinted his eyes, peering through the trees to confirm what he saw.

“My bat!” He yelled in glee, rushing over to retrieve his trusty weapon.

“Steve! Wait!”

“I’ll be fine, Eddie. I’m just getting my-“

Steve tripped over a vine and face planted directly onto the dirt. He lifted himself up, spitting it out of his mouth and shaking his head.

“STEVE!”

Steve looked around at Eddie, confused as to why he shouted his name when he felt it. Two gnarled, almost rotting-looking clawed hands wrapping around his waist, pulling him up. Steve was face-to-face with a demogorgon, its mouth closed but dripping drool.

Steve screamed and the demogorgon opened its flower-like mouth, all five toothy petals spreading out as the monster screeched in his face. He was shoved forward, being thrown directly into the toothy mouth at the center of the nightmare-flower. The demogorgon swallowed, closing its mouth behind its snack as it sank down its throat.

Eddie was on it in an instant. The demogorgon shrieked as Eddie barreled into it, claws at the ready to tear it to shreds. He took his mouth and sank his fangs into the monster's head, tearing one of the petals clean off. The thing let out a terrible scream, almost prompting Eddie to cover his sensitive ears, but he had to rescue Steve.

Dark blood poured out of where its mouthpiece used to be, the demogorgon launching an attack of its own with its claws. Eddie screeched as the claws made contact with his face, puncturing his flesh and dragging across his cheek. Red pooled at the wounds, gushing out as Eddie pushed it away from him.

Eddie snarled and hopped onto it once more, this time reaching out with his claws, swiping them across its chest. Black oozed out of the scratches, grey-white flesh being torn from the monster's body.

Eddie then lunged forward, mouth open, and latched all of his teeth onto the demogorgon’s entire head. He ripped backwards in anger, the head coming off with the sickening rip of flesh being separated, as well as the cracking and crunching of bones being snapped at the neck.

With the head in his mouth, Eddie crunched down on it, crushing the bones and flesh between his teeth, chomping it down to make sure it was all the way dead. Wet crunching could be heard coming from the vampire’s mouth, flesh grinding between teeth. It didn’t taste very good, but Eddie still swallowed.

He then turned to the body, sticking his now empty mouth full of teeth into the flesh of its stomach. He pulled back, ripping the monster to pieces, black blood exploding from the wound and splashing the ground, dotting the red with darkness.

Eddie could see the pulsing organs through the blackness, thinking that it was somehow still alive, when he realized it was actually Steve writhing about inside. A hand coated in dark ooze burst through the open insides, desperately trying to find a grip outside.

Eddie quickly grabbed the hand, carefully but firmly yanking his friend out of the torn open stomach.

Steve gasped as he was freed, black nearly covering him head to toe, spraying out of his mouth as he desperately spit the foul-tasting liquid out.

The man didn’t get much relief, though, as he felt a tongue scrape across the entire front of his body, licking the ooze off.

Steve was finally able to open his eyes after wiping away at them, squinting at the ground.

The first thing he saw was the spray of black decorating the red of the ground, almost looking like they were on the back of a morbid ladybug. His eyes then trailed over to the corpse, if you could even call it that anymore. It was completely torn open, the black contrasting with the white to paint an awful picture. Organs were pulled out from inside, strewn across the ground around the monster. The head was completely gone. Viscous darkness leaking from where it used to be.

As Steve looked for the head, he heard a soft growl to his side, whipping his head over to look at what made the sound. When he saw his friend’s face, he barely recognized it. He stumbled back, seeing the mouth decorated in wicked black gore and blood. A scratch ran from his mouth down to his neck, raking across his cheek. Red blood mixed with black ichor and poured down Eddie’s face, sticking to his clothes.

“E-Eddie?”

The vampire rushed forwards, hugging Steve while tears spilled down his face.

“I-I thought I lost you.”

Steve hugged back, his own tears spilling out of his eyes as well.

Both boys stood there, hugging each other and sobbing, shivering in the harsh upside down.

#steddie #steve harrington #stranger things vore #stranger things #vampire eddie munson #eddie munson #soft vore #safe vore

[yukidragon]

SDJ Vamp AU Headcanons

A comment on this Something’s Wrong With Sunny Day Jack AU plotbunny got me thinking about it again, so I figured I’d share the thoughts for anyone interested. Just as I heads up, I have a specific gender and name for Y/N that I’m going to be using, but I imagine this would apply to various types of sunshines just as easily.

Since this list is pretty long, I’ll just show a couple before putting the rest under a read more. Also since this game is 18+ there’s going to be some spicy ideas here and there.

The vamp AU is not too different than canon universe. Like, literally the only difference is that Alice is half-vampire on her dad’s side. Basically take sunshine’s sensitivity and crankiness towards sunlight and crank it up a little. It’s not lethal, just really annoying and can lead to nasty sunburns. Sprinkle some angst on top about having to fight the urge to drink peoples’ blood.

Yes I went with a dhampir instead of a full vampire entirely because the idea of an angsty broody vampire being forced to work a day job as a yogurt slinging clown is hilarious to me.

Plus it’d be criminal if Jack couldn’t make Alice his special blueberry pancakes made with love.

Jack’s ghost blood probably tastes like birthday cake mixed with cotton candy to a vampire - super addicting to someone with a sweet tooth, which Alice has. It’s extra addicting for her given the special connection they share.

On that note, everyone probably has their own unique flavor profiles to a vampire. Not sure on the specific flavors for Shaun and Ian... maybe something a bit spicy like cinnamon for Shaun, and something more mellow like butterscotch for Ian.

Shaun and Ian are already aware that Alice is half-vampire. Shaun thinks it’s the coolest shit ever that he’s friends with a vamp and this maaaaay have contributed to his crush on her.

The two have donated blood to Alice at least once in the past, though Alice feels the typical vampire blood drinking guilt over it. Ian donated more often because drinking blood for vamps tends to be a pretty intimate thing, and they were in a very intimate relationship after all.

On that note, the breakup was... not good.

Ian cheating was even more of a betrayal to Alice than in regular canon since he knew her secret on top of everything else. She refused to see him again for fear she might snap. As you might imagine, a vampire snapping is not good. When making people bleed is a regular thing for you, you teeeeend to be more aware of how dangerous you can be if you lose control of your primal urges.

That said, Alice went out drinking that night, and I’m not talking alcohol.

Don’t worry, no one died that night. Fortunately, Alice hasn’t killed anyone yet, but has the typical vampire worries that she could if she wanted to.

There maaaaaaaay have been a close call involving Ian and the girl he cheated with though.

Naturally when Jack enters the picture Alice has reason to wonder if it’s got something to do with her being half-vampire, either because related to the supernatural aspect of her nature... or she’s having a mental breakdown from all the stress of it.

The first time Alice drinks Jack’s blood convinces her that he’s real because good golly does he taste good. No one else can compare, and you best believe Jack takes full advantage of that fact to make Alice more dependent on him.

Even better is the fact that ghosts aren’t bound by the normal laws of physics so Jack can feed his sunshine as much blood as she wants~.

Too bad ghost blood probably doesn’t have any nutritional value. Sure, it’d be filling, but all empty calories.

Still, it’d definitely feel good. We’re going by vampire feeding is like sex rules here - pleasurable for both the vampire and the blood donor and rather addicting.

Which as you can imagine leads to a lot more sexy moments... and jealousy from Jack when Alice has to get blood from an actual living human or suffer from blood withdrawal.

You best believe Jack is less than thrilled to have to watch Alice neck some strange guy in an alley to get her fix, especially with the knowledge that it feels good. The jealousy is strong in him even before they officially get together and he gets to fill his sunshine up with his love for the first time.

This of course will lead to Jack considering alternative means of getting his sunshine the blood she needs...

It took a while for Jack to convince Alice to feed from him the first time. Some vamps don’t like to hunt near where they live to avoid getting caught and only feed off those they can trust sparingly, since it’s not good for people to donate blood too often. Alice only fed from her friends when hunting just wasn’t an option, and as an extra form of intimacy when she and Ian were in a relationship.

Though a big reason why Alice was hesitant to feed from Jack was because she wasn’t exactly convinced he had any blood for her to drink, being hallucination or ghost.

Jack convinced Alice to give it a try since what’s the harm if it didn’t work? He’s her friend and he wants to help her in any way he can. Hunting isn’t exactly easy after all, and there’s always the fear of her getting caught or the person she fed on somehow remembering the experience despite vampire powers.

Jack absolutely showered Alice with praise while she fed from him, which is really effective on someone suffering from the usual vampire angst. Between that and his addicting blood, she maaaaaaay have drunk a bit too much. Fortunately there were no ill effects on Jack’s end from Alice getting blood drunk off him.

Being blood drunk would be just a lot of really good warm and fuzzy feelings, similar to the affect Jack has on Alice in general. Add them both together and Alice felt a lot of strong feelings towards Jack and got very affectionate towards him.

Naturally, this led to their first kiss.

Of course, Alice started fretting after she did it because she didn’t ask first, then got really apologetic when it hit her that Jack’s blood was still on her lips when it happened.

Fortunately Jack didn’t mind and reassured Alice with words and a few more kisses. As long as Alice felt good, then he doesn’t mind at all~! After all, Jack doesn’t mind a little blood so long as he can be happy with his sunshine.

This then led to some making out, which particularly included Jack lavishing attention on Alice’s neck like she did for him, only with kisses and nibbles instead of drawing blood with his teeth. Jack doesn’t want to hurt his sunshine after all.

Then, of course, the boss calls to make Alice come in for work because interrupting their first make out session is still hilarious.

Though this time Alice actually did snap her phone in half like a candy bar because vampire strength and the high of both Jack’s love and being blood drunk. Oops.

Needless to say, Alice didn’t go into work that day, and things progressed between her and Jack pretty quickly after that. Alice still wound up pretty worn out by the end of the day, though instead of it being because of work with Jack finishing her off at the end, Jack had the whoooooole day to thoroughly show his sunshine exactly how much he loves her. Not that Alice was complaining~! 💖

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #Vampire AU #Headcanon Ramblings #if people enjoy this I can make another headcanon post sometime #I've got some headcanons for Our Life too

[spnae]

Chapter 27 Changes

It was nearly 3 o’clock in the morning when there was a quiet commotion at the front door as the level two girls returned with Faith. Faith was exhausted and annoyed, “Upstairs. Bed. All of you!” She hissed. Faith sighed and took a few steps towards the living room, “That better be a stuffy Brit in there because if one of the girls left the TV on I might just freaking lose it.”

“Never been called ‘stuffy’ but definitely London born and bred, still got a family crypt with my sodding name on it,” Spike drawled.

“Not the Brit I was expecting but I’ll take it,” she said as she plunked herself down in one of the leather barrel chairs. She nodded her head towards Buffy curled up next to Spike with her head on a pillow in his lap and a blue and green tartan blanket over her slight form. “Is this another ‘mother hen’ thing? If she’s not careful I’m gonna start thinking she’s sweet on me.”

Spike snorted out all small laugh, “Not exactly, we sort of kicked Giles out and took over the vigil. This was a planned kip on the couch. I should probably wake her up. She wanted to know if you heard anything about the girl.”

Faith shook her head, “Don’t bother. All three of the neck traumas turned out to be vamps but none of them were our girl, two guys and a super-buff lady bodybuilder type. There’s definitely been a lot more new vampires this last year. This is getting ridiculous, it's like they’re turning everyone.”

“Hoping the girl’s just exercising her inner rebel and she’s on a bender or something.”

“I hear that. What do you make of all this?”

He shrugged, “Magic always comes with a price. Angel’s people were so busy dealing with the Senior Partners that we barely noticed what else was going on. The minute I got to Paris with Buffy I noticed something was different. Hard to put my finger on it and I was pretty focused on getting to her but it does seem like demon activity is slowly ramping up. Might be a good idea to check out some of the other Hellmouths, see if one of them didn’t open up or something.”

“Just Cleveland right?”

“I’m no expert but I think there’s probably at least a couple more. Haven’t been active in ages, of that I’m sure. Went to Sunnydale in the first place to get Dru strong, there definitely weren’t any other ones active then. Cleveland woke up a few years ago. My guess is that a few more probably opened for business after the big Slayer-boom and we’re just now starting to see the up-tick.”

“Damn I wish that didn’t make sense to my tired brain. Alright man, one thing at a time. Missing girl. I’m hitting the sack. You two coming upstairs?”

Spike eyed Buffy sleeping soundly with one arm wrapped tightly around his lap, “Nah, I think we’re just going to kip here. This room doesn’t get direct sunlight, we should be good.”

“Your call man.”

“Cheers,” he murmured dismissively. He turned his gaze back towards Buffy, she looked almost like a child curled up the way she was. Adorable. He made an effort to make himself more comfortable without moving her too much as he snuggled down with her.

****************

The girls stampeded down the stairs for breakfast, waking Buffy up with a start. She was usually up before them. She gingerly moved Spike’s arm from across her upper body, as she tried to get up. She gave his shoulder a little shove, not realizing the precarious position he was in on the edge of the couch.

“Wh— ah!“ Spike yelped as he fell unceremoniously to the floor with a thud.

“Ohh! God, Spike! I’m sorry!!!” She squealed in response and leaned over the edge of the couch to look at him.

“Oofff,” he lifted his head and clunked it back down on the plush blue rug covering the floor, “Morning to you too, Pet,” he groaned.

“Sorry—“ she grimaced apologetically.

“Can think of a way you can make it up to me,” he said with a smirk.

Buffy rolled her eyes, “You can take it out on my hide later, I’m already running late.”

He scrubbed his fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck “Go on, teach, impart wisdom. I’m going upstairs until it’s time for my afternoon class.”

Buffy groaned as she got up and stretched her arms above her head. Spike sat up on the floor as he watched her with interest, “Wake me if you hear anything about Sheena’s sister, would you?”

“Faith didn’t have anything new I take it?”

“Nah, not a thing.”

She nodded once and got up. Spike followed her up to their room where Buffy quickly got changed and headed back down for coffee and her morning session with the girls.

It was late afternoon when Spike came down to the kitchen after his class. He was working with the Level 4 girls on resourcefulness and creative fighting techniques. Buffy and Faith had of course stressed the point while working with them but they all felt it was such an essential part of Slaying that Spike had agreed to take on the task. After all, Spike was undoubtedly just as creative and resourceful in his fighting as Buffy. Plus he offered a unique insight, that Buffy especially felt was essential for them to really grasp what it meant to be a Slayer.

Giles came into the kitchen just as Spike was making himself comfortable with his feet up on the corner of the table and a mug of blood in his hands. He eyed the vampire as he made himself a cup of tea and carefully managed to bring it to the table without spilling it. He raised a crutch knocking Spike’s booted feet off the table.

“Oh come on, mate, just got comfortable,” he whined petulantly.

“I’m really not in the mood right now, Spike,” he grumbled as he sat down in front of him.

Spike watched him, “Where you been all day anyway?”

“I’ve been making calls. Seems demonic activity, especially vampire activity has been on the rise. I just got a call from my man working with the Slayer in Cleveland, she’s asking if we can send a second Slayer to help with the increase. My contacts in Pittsburgh say things have gotten so bad that they have been quietly trying to encourage people to stay in after dark in some of the rougher neighborhoods. I’ve assured them I have two Slayers set to arrive by next week. I’ve never heard Spencer so relieved. He’s even offered to set up a loft apartment for them, rent free, in a building he owns.”

“This nice guy a Watcher?”

“One of the few left that actually observes my authority, or rather Buffy’s, I suppose would be more accurate. He had been teaching a group of trainees in an off the books location when the council was attacked. He and his students have agreed to work with us. Unfortunately that means that including his students and the surviving members of the council there are only about thirty Watchers willing to work with us here at the school. I had been planning on sending Zari to Vancouver to be closer to her family, however now I think she would be better suited for Cleveland.”

“And Wendy?”

“She’ll be working in Miami. She comes from a very wealthy family. They have a house there and she’ll be able to blend in with the party scene there rather easily. I believe she is rather looking forward to the placement.”

“Thought I smelled socialite when she was around.”

“Ah yes, she did have a particularly difficult time coming to terms with the calling, a bit like Buffy. Well a bit worse if I’m honest.”

“Can’t rightly picture Buffy being anything less than what she is.”

“Naturally. By the time you ehh… met her, Buffy had already largely come to terms with accepting her role.”

“First time I saw her I knew she was something special. Her resourcefulness always impressed me. Never could have imagined falling in love with her the way I did.”

“I don’t think anyone saw that coming.”

“Drusilla did.”

“Really?”

“Didn’t Buffy ever tell you? It’s why Dru left me in the first place. Told me she couldn’t stand to touch me because my head was full of the Slayer. Said a lot of things that turned out to be true, Dru did,” Spike took a deep drink of blood and tipped his head back for a moment. He straightened up looking at Giles, “you ever look into that thing we talked about when Buffy and I first got here?”

“The Hellmouths?”

“Yeah, that.”

“I’ve been doing some research, it’s been a bit slow. However what I’ve found seems to support your theory. That’s actually what prompted my phone calls today, Faith brought it up to me this morning.”

“We might’ve had a little chat last night.”

“Yes well the statistics I’ve been able to compile so far would suggest that smaller towns outside of Pittsburgh, Seattle and Chicago might be prime suspects in America as well as a small area outside of Strasbourg, France and— and possibly Dalkeith—“

“Dalkeith? You’re putting me on. Where Sheena is from?”

“These are only possible sites where Hellmouths could potentially be. This isn’t even considering if they are active or not. There could be any number of such places. However a pattern does seem to be emerging. All of these locations are near but not actually in large cities. Even Cleveland’s Hellmouth isn’t in the heart of the city. It’s located under a retirement village just on the outer edge of the city.”

“Sunnydale being close but not too close to LA.”

“Exactly, which does tend to both narrow and widen the search simultaneously.”

“Couldn’t Willow just do some sort of a locator spell or something? Maybe even tell us if they’ve been activated or not?”

Giles thought about it for a moment, “There is a fairly standard spell I’m sure she could modify,” Giles checked his watch, “Willow is at the library until closing tonight, I’ll have to call her tomorrow.”

“Dunno if it’s pressing or not, just an uneasy feeling. Maybe I’m just being paranoid because of the whole pillar-of-fire thing, don’t think I got another one of those in me.”

“No, I rather think not,” Giles shook his head.

“Any of these calls you been making have anything to do with our missing girl?”

“A few, I have some feelers out.”

Spike nodded. The two men sat in relaxed silence as Spike finished his blood and Giles sipped at his tea. The phone rang and Spike got up languidly to retrieve it. He looked at the number displayed on the handheld phone, it wasn’t Willow or Dawn or even Angel for that matter, so he handed the phone over to Giles.

Spike took his mug to the sink to wash it and set it in the dish drainer. He was just getting ready to leave the kitchen when Giles hung up the phone looking grave.

“What is it?”

Giles shook his head, “I’d rather not have to go over this more than once. Would you please go get Buffy? Faith too if she’s around but I believe she was getting a shower and going over to Mr Ross’s flat. She may have already left.”

“Is this about Ruby?”

Giles nodded and Spike’s stomach clenched.

A few minutes later Spike and Buffy we’re back in the kitchen with Giles, all three of them looking grim. Faith had already left for Callum’s.

“What’s the sitch? Spike said you had something on Ruby.”

Giles cleared his throat, “I just got a call back from a friend who works at one of the morgues. They got a report of a missing body and a dead assistant medical examiner in Dalkeith.”

Spike squeezed Buffy’s shoulder, she turned her face into his hand brushing her cheek against the back of the hand he had rested there. Buffy inhaled shakily, “Did you get a description of the missing body?” she asked. She turned back to look at Giles. She could read the answer on Giles’s face before he even opened his mouth, “It matches the description of Sheena’s missing sister.”

Buffy couldn’t speak. Sheena had just turned fifteen before they had arrived. Spike said there were five years between the girls and she knew they were close. Sheena would often talk about her sister. This was just too much. The whole situation seemed too surreal. A large stone dropped in the pit of Buffy’s stomach. At once her mind shot to an image she had in her head of Dawn while she had been dead. The thought made her want to throw up.

She felt a little surge of energy, mixed with love and steely resolve spread into her. It started at her shoulder under Spike’s hand, and spread through her. Her back muscles tensed almost of their own accord making her sit up more rigidly. She took another deep breath, this one much more steady, “What’s her family’s address? Spike and I will go tonight. We can canvas the area and—”

“I tried to call her mother again just now but there was no answer. I’ll try again before it gets dark.”

Buffy turned towards Spike, his jaw was set, she could tell he was thinking the same thing she was without even tapping into their link.

They had both seen it a number of times, a new vampire would often return home. Sometimes it was out of confusion or ignorance, sometimes it was out of malice. Whatever the reason, it never ended well.

Spike had been there, he’d done it. He’d killed his only living family, his dear mother, mere days after being turned. He caught sight of his own black polished fingernails and remembered Sheena insisting on doing them for him just before he and Buffy left for their weekend getaway. A pang of guilt shot through him.

“I’m grabbing a crossbow and a couple of stakes, you want anything?” He asked, standing up abruptly.

“I think I want my scythe for this one. Feels like official business.”

“What should I tell Sheena?”

Buffy and Spike exchanged a look, “We won’t be leaving right away. If she comes down, let her know her sister is missing and that Spike and I are going to check it out. Let her know there’s a possible vamp angle going on. I don’t want her completely blindsided if we have to dust her sister,” she glanced at Spike again, “Sometimes I really hate this job,” Buffy said a little tiredly. She wasn’t physically tired. It was more of the thought of explaining to Sheena that they had to kill her undead sister that was exhausting.

****************

Sheena’s parents lived in a large cottage just barely outside of town. The light over the front door was on, as was a light in what looked like the kitchen. Buffy knocked on the door and a disheveled looking woman with mousy brown hair came to the door.

She was fully dressed and her walking shoes had fresh mud on them, “You must be Miss Summers and Mr. Spike, we only just got home when Mr. Giles called to say you were coming over,” she choked back a sob and took a deep breath, “It’s so good of you to come out to help look for our girl. We’ve been out looking for hours.”

Buffy let out a little sigh of relief, at least Sheena’s parents were safe and Giles had finally got through to them, “We’re glad to help any way we can, do you mind if we come in, Mrs Anderson?”

“By all means, yes please, come in,” she said.

Buffy and Spike followed her and sat down at the kitchen table where her husband was sitting with a cup of tea in front of him.

“Tea?” she asked.

“Oh no thanks ma’am,” Spike murmured, “We can’t stay long. We just wanted to talk to you first.”

Buffy cleared her throat, “How much has Sheena told you about what we do at the castle and what she’s learning?”

Sheena’s parents glanced at each other and her mother put her fingers up to her lips, “Oh God, is this about vampires?” she asked in a hushed tone.

Spike huffed, “Just about everything is for us it would seem. But ehh— We really hope not. Giles did a little digging and one of the morgues reported an incident involving a missing body matching your daughter’s description,” Spike said as calmly and gently as he possibly could. It wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

Sheena‘s mother let out a stifled wail, “Oh God, not my baby!”

Buffy interjected, “We don’t know anything for sure yet that’s why we’re here. We need to go look for her. Do you have any recent photos we could use for confirmation?”

“Are you trying to tell us that one of those un-holy beasts took our daughter?” Mr. Anderson asked, his voice growing angry.

Spike looked him right in the eye, “We have reason to believe that she may have—“

“S—spike!” Buffy hissed, giving him a warning look.

He turned towards her, “We agreed they should be warned, yeah?”

“Warned about what?”

Buffy hesitated, “That there is a possibility she could have been turned. We’ve seen it before.”

Mrs Anderson fainted. Spike, who had anticipated such a reaction, was already on his feet and caught her before she could hit the floor.

“Maggie!” Mr. Anderson shrieked as he saw his wife collapse.

Spike picked up the woman in a bridal carry, “Got a place I can sit her down?”

Mr. Anderson nodded blankly, “Just through there, in the sitting room.”

Spike gave him a curt nod and carried her into the room, laying her down carefully on the couch. He came back into the kitchen, “She’ll be fine, good strong pulse. Just a bit of a shock, is all.”

Buffy turned towards the poor man at the table. He looked white as a sheet. He nodded glumly, “What does this mean for our girl? Is there some sort of cure or is she just—“

Spike fought the urge to laugh, “A cure for vampirism? No. Unless you call a stake to the heart a cure. Buffy and I have been doing this a long time.”

“We know vampires, trust me there’s no cure.”

“The person has to die first, that’s how vampires are made. They die. When they wake up all their memories, personality, speech patterns, the whole bloody lot, it's all still there but it’s not them. It’s a demon.”

“So if she has been turned, our daughter is dead and— and what? Her soul— what of her soul? Has she gone on? Is she at peace?”

Spike had to ponder that for a moment, he got his soul back, but from where exactly? He really didn’t know. It’s not like he had a separate set of memories that came along with it or anything, “I really can’t say. It’s a good—“

“Yes,” Buffy interrupted, “The soul does move on.”

Spike turned to her with a questioning look, “Buffy?”

She shook her head, she didn’t really know where it had come from, but somehow she knew it was true. At least to some degree. It probably depended on the person they were to begin with but she wasn’t going to say that. She wasn’t exactly a theologian. “I hum— I just realized something. It can wait. We should get moving,” Buffy stood up, “If Ruby shows up, don’t let her in. If she’s been turned she’ll need an invitation into the house. If she gets in you and your wife are dead and Sheena is an orphan at fifteen.”

Mr. Anderson’s gaze shifted towards the sitting room where his wife was laying on the couch. He nodded sadly, “What do we do?”

“Stay in the house, don’t open the door for anyone but us after dark. Don’t even go out in the yard. Unless Ruby shows up in broad sunlight, don't let her in no matter what she says. Call this number, extension 1,” Buffy handed him her card, “Spike— Mr. Spike and I will take care of it. Can we see that picture please?”

Mr. Anderson went over to a little table by the front door where a family photo sat by a bowl the family used for keys. Buffy and Spike followed him, “We have others but this was taken just before Sheena’s birthday.”

“Thank you,” she said, passing the picture over to Spike. He examined the photo, Ruby and Sheena were standing with their arms around the other’s waist and standing between their parents. A happy family. They looked a lot alike, both girls had sweet heart shaped faces and dark wavy hair.

Outside the cottage Spike lit up a cigarette and turned to Buffy, “Care to tell me what that was all about in there?”

Buffy reached into the car to grab her scythe and gestured her free hand indicating she wanted to take a walk around the property before they left. “I don’t know, really. It’s going to sound kinda crazy but I think I just put together some things I hadn’t before. Like super crazy-deep, floaty-warm-cozy-heaven type things.”

“I’m listening.”

“Exactly!”

Spike cocked his head to the side, “What?”

“I think you were there with me in heaven. Or William-you. Your soul I mean.”

“My– what? How do you figure that one? My soul was in— what? You’re not talking’ sense, Pet.”

“It’s crazy, I know. But I think you were there with me. Well the soul part anyway.”

“And you’re just bringing it up now?”

“I didn't put it together until now. I— I think that’s why I felt so comfortable with you when I came back… Maybe I somehow— I don’t know— maybe I recognized a tiny piece of you, your humanity maybe, or something William-y… and you were so easy to talk to. I think maybe that’s why I couldn’t just leave you alone after you came back to Sunnydale with your soul. Everyone, even you, asked me why I didn’t want you gone, I— I think somehow I was, I dunno… attracted to you… but like in a magnet kind of way.”

“Magnetic souls? And here I thought you just loved me for my body.”

Buffy punched him in the upper arm, “No you didn’t.”

He grinned, “No, I didn’t. But I still don’t get how you just put that together now.”

“I just never thought about it before. He asked the question in there and it just came to me. I know it doesn’t make any sense. It destroyed me when you died. I felt like I was walking around like half a person— it was almost like being ripped out of heaven all over again but without the overwhelming sensory issues— but that feeling went away when you came back.”

They both stopped walking and turned towards each other, “So you’re saying that even the soulful-poncey-William bit of me somehow tracked you down in heaven? Heaven?”

“Yeah, I think so. I— I don’t know. It sounds crazy right?”

He looked at her carefully thinking, then after a moment he shook his head, “Suppose not, Pet, not really. I can’t imagine any part of me not loving you completely. Not now, not after everything we’ve been through. I know my first thoughts after getting my soul back, right after ‘God the pain! Kill me now!’, were all about you. You and the things I did. What I tried to do to you. How I deserved you less than ever when I realized the magnitude of what I’d done. I knew I didn’t deserve you but I had to get back to you. Then the closer I got to Sunnydale, the more jumbled up my brain got, started seeing things, people… The First, obviously. It’s still a bit of a jumble in here at times but it’s a hell of a lot better than it was. Taking time in LA really helped sort a lot of it out.”

“I like the idea that you were there with me in some weird way. Even if you don’t have any memory of it. I know I was loved and I was safe, and I’m pretty sure your soul was part of that somehow. I feel like I get a tiny bit of that back when we’re together. It helps explain a few things about us that didn’t make sense to me for a long time.”

He snorted a puff of cigarette smoke, “You had questions about us? Fancy that.”

“Like you never have? There’s a bunch of poems in that journal of yours that say otherwise.”

“I— Course I have in the past; not so much since Paris.”

Buffy raised an eyebrow at him, “I know you. I know you still have doubts. Mostly about you and your truckload of a century's worth of insecurities. I know they’re not totally about us exactly, but I know you do, sometimes.”

“Bugger, we really are made for each other, you and I.”

“Looks like you were right all along.”

“Bound to be right about at least one thing every century or so.”

Buffy laughed weakly, “Are you picking up on anything out here?”

“Nope.”

“Me either, let’s do a sweep between here and the park and the cemetery, see what turns up.”

Spike nodded once in response, “Lead on Slayer.”

****************

The sweep of the cemetery and the park turned up two vampires but there was no sign of Ruby. They did a second sweep of the Anderson’s property and knocked on the door to check on Sheena’s parents again.

Mr Anderson welcomed them back inside, “Did you find her? Did you find our girl?” he asked as he led them back into the little kitchen.

Mrs Anderson had recovered and was sitting up with a pot of tea. She had a set of rosary beads clutched in her hand as she sipped a cup of tea. Her eyes were red and she looked like a strong breeze might knock her over.

Buffy swallowed painfully at the sight of her, “No, no sign of her yet. I’m sorry. I really wish we had better news for you.”

Mrs Anderson turned watery eyes to her, her voice cracked as she spoke, “W—we u-understand you are doing w-what needs to be done. I just— I can’t get past the idea that something so evil could be walking around in my baby’s b—body,” she choked on the last word and dissolved into fresh sobs.

Her husband went to her wrapping an arm around her, “We know you are doing what must be done but, I— I think perhaps it’s better if you leave. If she turns up we’ll call,” he said quietly looking from his sobbing wife to Buffy and Spike.

“Have you talked to Sheena yet?” Buffy asked.

“She— she called. She insisted we stay inside and— to trust you both. She wants to come home— but— if Ruby really has been turned—“ he shook his head, “Sheena is still so young, she shouldn’t see her sister like— like that.”

Spike dug his hands in his pockets, avoiding their eyes, “Sheena’s a good kid, one of the best. She’s in good hands at the castle.”

“She’s mentioned you Mr Spike, she says you and Miss Summers are exceptionally good at what you do. Killing these beasts.”

“We are, been at it for a good while now.”

He nodded sadly, “I can’t imagine it’s easy work.”

Buffy shrugged, “We do what we have to. But you’re right, some days are a lot harder than others.”

“I can’t imagine the toll it must take on you, or the toll it will eventually take on our Sheena, especially after— after this—-“

“We have a pretty incredible support system, and we’ll help her anyway we can.”

“I’m glad to hear it. God go with you both. If our girl is truly beyond saving; we hope she can at least find eternal rest,” Mr Anderson said softly.

“We’ll see ourselves out,” Spike murmured thickly.

#fanfic #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy fanfic #buffy x spike #spuffy #bound #spike x buffy

[mercurial-madhouse]

Thank you for your kind reply and your compliment on my english! I'm still learning but I am happy to hear that! You are truly an admirable person!

Yes vampires can be scary, my little sister finds them really terrifying as well but for some reason they have been really fascinating to me.🧛‍♂️

I wanted to send you a prompt related to vampires, so here it is.

I wish you would write a fic where Harry is a good vampire and one day when Louis, a human best friend or his boyfriend offers him blood because it's been awhile since Harry tasted human blood so when he hesitantly accepts the request, he ends up drinking more than a human could handle and ends up hurting Louis. Harry doesn't realize until he notices Louis limp and lifeless? But of course there is a happy ending.

I read you are very busy in life so do not feel like you are obligated to write it. Life always comes first! I hope you found this piece of idea interesting. Thank you for reading!

What an interesting prompt on Vamps! To be honest, I definitely already have more than a few plot ideas coming up just from reading this! Making sure there’s a happy ending would be the trickiest spot, but I think I’ve figured it out! Hopefully Harry doesn’t accidentally turn Louis, otherwise I’ll have to bring out the vampire!Louis manip that I made a couple years back!

As always, I can’t make any promises, as life has been so busy, but do know that I have your prompt and I quite like it! Hopefully I can create a small ficlet for you out of it! I definitely found this idea super interesting! You left so many areas for me as an author to come up with the ‘why’ backstory bits! Super fun!

Thanks again, Darling!

#ask response #fic prompt #my writing #vampire harry #vampire Louis

[caramelstarlight]

idk much abt crk but can you write wholesome flirting for vampire cookie

Yes anon, I injured my arm or idk- (it’s been hurting for the past 6!ish hours) during P.E and stuff on wattpad as well and I struggle with a lack of interest in typing and writers b l o c k. Very frequently:d

I have kumon and it doesn’t rlly help :( pls I want to be taken out of this madness. 😭

A n y w a y s. (I’m confused fr, is y/n / reader flirting or vamps..-) (also I suck at flirting so I’m just gonna use the internet for this. Cuz I can.)(I just made vamp flirt bc d r u n k.) (Also pls go read this, it’ll explain a bit of the story(Link) https://www.wattpad.com/1278743322-rip-tide%27s-trident-crk-oneshots-gingerbrave-%2B

You ended up going towards sparkling bar at the end of the day, after helping multiple cookies out, and your younger brother gingerbrave who was with you. Sighing heavily seeing that vampire is still there like what alchemist had exclaimed. You sat down and carefully adjusted your outfit, the skirt was a little short, but not enough to compete with short shorts. You were wearing stockings adorned in a (chosen color) with your top, earrings and skirt also complemented it. Sparkling noticed your change of mood, knowing you don’t come often, unless having a rough day or just boredom flooding your head.

“Herb told me that I had to come get vamps, assuming he was trouble wasn’t he sparks?” you said already knowing the answer while holding gingerbrave, hoping he isn’t looking at the dizzy drunk cookie. Surprisingly he wasn’t. “Yeah definitely. Thanks for coming to take him home, I can start cleaning this place up.” He expressed his gratitude with a smile and got up. You gave gingerbrave a nod to follow and he understood. As did sparkling. The 2 cookies were in a different area of the bar, where they chatted.

“Ugh… you reek of wine badly…” you said as you approached the drunk cookie. His head tilted upward to you, behind him standing as he finished a glass. “Thinking about me?” You stated playfully, waiting for him to remove himself from the chair. “My friend wants to know if you think I’m hot, what should I tell them?” You teased him, not expecting for a sudden comeback. “What are your favorite words of the alphabet? Mine is U and I.” He remarked against you. “That one’s lame..”

“so?” “Anything else in your drunk head of yours?” “No, but let me pour you some juice.” “Nope, you’re too drunk and I’m getting you out of here.” “Now get out of your seat and I’ll reveal a secret.” Intrigued by your offer he got up, almost falling but you put him on your back. “I have three things I want to tell you. Bring. pizza. next time. It’ll make your wine better most likely.” “Gingerbrave! We’re leaving now! Bye Sparks’s!” You stated as they both came out of the room (kid friendly, no wine or beer in that room) He quickly caught up to you as you gave a salute and a wink towards sparkling with an playful tongue sticked out for those few moments.

(Finished woo❤️)

(FORGOT THE TAGS-)

#sparkling cookie #vampire cookie #gingerbrave

[justkeepdancing-nemo]

laur’s 2022 rp questionnaire! 

the video was an intrusive thought i had.

Your Name: laur

Characters: Berlioz, Hades, Merida, Ashleigh, Nemo, Jun, Olaf, Pip, Amity, Snow, John, Michael 

Pick one of your characters and talk about their growth (we recommend choosing an older character, but it’s up to you!) What about their story has surprised you? What are you proud of? How have they changed from their original inception to now?

Last year I wrote Amity for the following question which means now I can write about her for THIS question. Did I succeed in taking Amity where I wanted to take her?? 

Absolutely! 

It was a long time coming, but Amity has broken free from the Blights! She had done what I always intended for her to do: fail, and fail hard, and in spectacular fashion, the kind of heart-breaking, soul-crushing failure that I’m sure every former gifted child is shuddering to think about. I should know; I am one of them.

That kind of failure was very important to me because of the next stage of her journey, where she gets to build herself back up from nothing. What’s surprising so far– it probably shouldn’t be tho, lol– is how haaaaaaaaaaaard that’s going to be. Like, I knew it was going to be hard, but I wanted to make her a ward for the RAS in part to show her that adults can be trusted. However, that part didn’t pan out the way I thought, and y’know, Amity is valid for that. Right now, she very much believes they can’t be. She trusts Riley most of all, and she trusts Mim. And that’s… the entire list. Even Marlin is on thin ice, but she believes she’s safe as long as Mim is looking out for her. 

So yeah, she’s definitely still searching for her purpose. I have lots of ideas for her and the fact we have Grand Prix stuff– and Lilith– means there are lots of interesting ways Amity can go from here! 

Pick another character (or the same character if you only have one) and talk a little about where you WANT them to go. What are your plans for them going into the new year? 

I’ll talk about Snow, briefly (I hope). Year One of a character for me is always very foundational. Im trying to build relationships and that usually means not a lot of like, plotty plot stuff gets done. And hey, i did that! Snow’s got lots of great relationships and she’s established in town, which means that in the coming year, i can maybe kick off some more ‘intentional’ moves with her, both big and small. 

Small Plots: 

-i’d like to do more small-scale necromancy stuff, helping some vamps or doing some medium stuff! I should hook Snow up with Elliot maybe and get that cracking. 

-i’d like to so more small-scale interior design and hotel stuff! Teased this for a task a while back but i want Snow to do some freelance interior design bc i think its neat. And I want to tie both this and the above mediumship thing in because i love the idea of like, redecorating a space as a way to help a restless soul move on. Its got that thematic resonance that i think is true for anyone who has ever felt like a new person after u go thru ur stuff and do a lil make over. 

Big Plots: 

-Big necromancy stuff, which in this case mostly means telling ppl who dont know that she’s a necromancer or that coming into like, actual relevance. I don’t know how yet but im def open to some cool ass spooky yucky death shit lets get it

-Family and Snow’s Past: she hasn’t talked to her parents for a year now. Would love to poke that and maybe have her parents call her. Also, it’s in my mind to have Estella, the woman accused of killing Snow, do a retrial and Snow being implicated in that. 

Pick a thread or a plot that you’re proud of and talk about why you loved it. 

Like always i really have so many. I love a lot of my plots!! 

Amity Demon Prom Arc: obviously this gets a shoutout as it is the biggest plot thing i did this year in terms of affecting the entire rp lol. I was definitely nervous going into it…id done big plots before, but those felt shared among my partners in a way that this didn’t. Amity was def the star, I guess I’m saying– it was her actions and no one else’s, as opposed to helle doing something or the order fall out etc. SO YEAH i was worried about it and felt burdensome asking people to do paras about it, which i know is silly, but IN THE END it worked out! I loved the build up with the blights and also amity’s lil circle– mainly mim and riley. Writing Amimity taking on Ashmedai was super epic and Lins did such a great job writing that action with me. And ofc, all the aftermath which was wrought with emotion and i got to play a completely broken amity but also a strong amity like even though her life was in ruins she stood up to Odalia…ugh. It’s what I envisioned for her from the start. I’m so happy with how it turned out. 

Piplo Surprise Thread: Throwing this one on here bc yeah i know. I know ive done a similar plot before. But i frankly never get tired of turning animals into humans. I think its funny. And this thread WAS funny and also tense and emotional and milo has arrived AT THE PERFECT TIME for pip’s general arc! He like, needs someone like Milo– a confidante who knows about Boba and is endlessly loyal lmfao. Or else can u imagine how much worse he’d be. 

Random Phinnip Discord Moments: shouting this out bc what i like about it is that emma and i never say to each other what if phinnip are weird and fight in this discord event…they just do that on their own. But yeah got lots of iconic fight moments like pip and phineas doing that weird five dollar quid bet, or pip exposing his nyu drama and also phineas running off to taco bell together… its all very improvised and frankly that kind of fun improv rping has been a huge joy for me this year. 

F.R.O.G. Heist: another silly thread. I just love silly threads can i get EVEN MORE SILLY THREADS. But yeah this was an amazing thread with Drakken and Mim, such an oddball trio and I miss them!! I love this thread because it honestly just has everything: action, comedy, weirdness. It was a challenge to write on my part because I don’t feel confident with action, so I’m proud of how it turned out. Need to somehow throw Nemo back at Drakken as he is an adult Nemo respects, against all odds lmfao. 

The Ashleys Break-up: ive talked about this i think but i just think this plot is not something we do a lot– like a friendship break up. It was HORRIBLE to write because Ashleigh is a horrible person. I didn’t enjoy it but at the same time, like, i did?? Because it was so new and it hurt in a good way. And writing should def make you feel something so there u go 

The Acheron Children Reveal: This thread had it all. Grand reveals, dramatic confrontations, Opal being a little terror, and me getting to RP Hades and Snow’s first meeting, which is a big deal to no one but me. I loved it!! Love this plot in general, it’s very fun, dramatic, and silly to an extent– like, maybe not the same kind of silly as the nihon plot at all, but just the kind of bizarre humor that I really love and thrive at. 

In terms of your own writing, identify 1-3 strengths and talk about why you think it’s one of your strengths.

Ive done this questionnaire too much and i never improve on anything so its just gonna be the same shit yall im so sorry lmfao. 

Image Systems: this is still my best thing i think. Its what really helps a character come into focus for me in the first place and definitely helps me wake up the muse if im struggling. I love using weather metaphors for nemo or a billion pop culture references for pip. I just love an image system.

Crea…tivi…ty? I could just write LORE but gosh atp im almost a cliche @ myself. So i’ll go even broader and just say hey i can come up with a lot of oddball ideas! Maybe its plot related (the nihon plot) or maybe its a spill meme. Maybe its new lore and maybe its a throwaway joke. When im at my best, i feel like an idea factory lolol.

Spontaneity: also a weakness which i’ll use to expose myself in a second but i like taht im a go with the flow rper and will follow my own silly tangents. It makes rp FUN and i hope that people have as much fun reading some of those replies as i do writing them!! 

In terms of your own writing, identify 1-3 areas of improvement.

I have no flaws actually (joke). With this im going to get granular why not

Pay attention to excessive filtering 

Pay attention to use of the beloved m dash

Work on more creative metaphors and imagery

Edit out like 50 percent of characters saying ‘oh’ before they finish their sentences lmfao 

Establish setting better so ppl dont think ur character is inside when u are very much outside (if u know u know) 

Plot more intentionally or check in with partners more about direction of a thread (even if i love for a thread to do whatever it wants lmfao) 

And so on and so forth. 

Pick one of your plots, or even just a character, and come up with a list of 3-5 “mentor texts” where you can look for inspiration or research, then write a short (2-4 sentences) why you picked those texts. (They don’t have to be books, either!)

I guess i’ll do SNOW sure. 

Hometown Cha Cha Cha: This de-light-ful little kdrama really helped me hone the ‘gentle’ part of Snow’s gentle fantasy last fall before she came into this rp. It’s about a city dentist who comes to the small seaside town of Gongjin to set up a private clinic where she meets a town handyman. Does that sound like a Hallmark movie to you? It does. It’s better though. What I loved about this drama was how it made Gongjin the town a character too, and spoke a lot about connection and community. I wanted this for Snow, both with her staff and in Swynlake as a whole. Also, this is why I gave Snow her fabulous LA backstory bc c’mon aren’t we all suckers for the culture shock and hallmark moments we are!!

Gideon the Ninth: it is no secret that I picked this up while working on Snow’s necromancy, but in reality this gave me WAY more Amity inspo. Hilarious, i know. BUT I will say the Seventh House specifically–the rose unblown– really gave me lots of inspo for how Snow THINKS about death. This is a house that finds death inherently beautiful, and the lush descriptions of disease in Gideon the Ninth made me so excited to write about corpses and blood and all that fun yucky stuff. Romanticize the shit out of it. That’s what Snow is here to do. 

Hotel Del Luna: It is ALSO no secret that I basically stole this kdrama’s main premise because it is about a hotel manager for the hotel of the dead, though it’s like, way more about dead people than the Hauntley because unfortunately we don’t have enough dead people in this rp and I have to NPC the ghosts more lol. What this kdrama really did though was give me ideas about how necromancy can be connected to past lives. This is a plot I’m doing right now with Robbie and Nemo and would love to do more because it’s dope, really. Also, Snow’s expensive wardrobe is a homage to Jang Man-wol, the og. I was so so so so close to using IU. I think about her every day. 

IU’s album, Lilac: Ahem, so the concept of Lilac is "greeting/farewell.” I’m going to quote IU now because she can speak for herself "Since I debuted at the age of 18…I'm making this album because I want to say goodbye to those who have been watching over my twenties, and thank you to those who watched until the very end. I want to have a glamorous goodbye. Something glamorous, without sadness. [...] I want to reach my thirties with a clean slate. In the language of flowers, 'lilac' means 'memories of youth.' I wanted to include a farewell with the message 'I'm now going onward to my next chapter' while also greeting my upcoming 30s at the same time.” 

This is very Snow and contains a lot of her themes. Snow’s story begins with goodbye. It begins with literal death. But the whole point of it is that she emerges more hopeful and even more powerful. IU’s album is full of gorgeous spring/winter imagery and songs about the inevitability of aging and like really tackling how contentious that is for women and especially for women in the spotlight. All of that is VERY Snow White, like not even just my snow, but like, The Snow White.  It contains one of the most powerful ballads I’ve ever heard called “My Sea,” which is my fave genre of song, aka, talking to your childhood self and forgiving yourself for your own turbulence. It’s fuckin stunning. 

Random shoutout also to all the architectural digest walk-throughs that I watch, and to Paige Wassal for teaching me about prop styling and Marie Kondo’s book about tidying up and the belief that even every day objects have their own spirits. 

And now, a wishlist! Jot down a few themes or stories or genres etc that you want to maybe pursue in the upcoming year! 

-Tournament Arc: I might have said this last year. I’ve been saying it for a while. But I just think we need to have a canon anime style tournament esp now that we have grand prix lore and shit like i want a proper tournament. Just wanna punch stuff idk. 

- 2 Baddies 2 Baddies 1 Porsche: sorry bad reference but the tl;dr is i would like to do some villain-esque plotting in the new year maybe!! Dabble with the darker sides of stuff. 

-More Silly Stuff: While writing this, i realized how so many of my fave things to write were inherently silly. I should lean into this! I want HIJINKS. I want off the wall things! Dumb stuff. Maybe i should be trying to work on my weaknesses, but nay, i’ll simply indulge them! 

-Ghost plots??? Sort of talked about it with Snow but like… I got an inn full of ghosts. I also have Hades, who is King of the Underworld. Kinda wanna play with some ghosties some more. I did it in my first two years of the rp so maybe getting more into it, esp with Snow (no offense Hades, but snow has more interesting opinions about ghosts). 

-Love Triangle: they get a bad rep i know! But they can be done well and personally I think i could do them well, lmao. 

OPTIONAL: Why do you RP?

I’ve answered this question for like five years in a row, and i dont have anything new to say! RP is my number one hobby and what consumes most of my brain energy, for better or worse. I just love this world and i love my characters and i love finding out what happens and i love that i can do all that and not worry too much about if my writing is “good.” i get to practice in the most generous and supportive playground with all my friends. Thank god i logged onto neopets and starting rping on those forums!! Thank god! 

#swyntask #im valid for this i think

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Bunker Conversation

June 18, 2022

((Conversation in the Bunker after RP))

Dean

with Sam’s help I move to the couch fine Sam and now that beer?

Rebekah

Which one?

Ruby

Oh shit

Sam

Get's him a beer from the ice chest and hands it over Here... ya big baby Sits down next to him and twists off the cap of my own

Elijah

appears hey sis

Ruby

Of course he does

Rebekah

Elijah! You’re here!

Dean

I’m no baby Sammy bite me

BelleRose

She falls asleep on her bed

Sam

Yeah, I'll pass on that Takes a drink and settles back on the sofa. It really was surprisingly comfy. After a few, I turn to him Thanks for not getting dead tonight, though. It felt kinda touch and go there for awhile

Dean

drinks my beer yeah I could say the same for you I think

Charlie

I’ve managed to hack into most of the cameras around the city…. Hopefully we can get an idea of what is here

Dean

Cool eyes still heavy being somewhat comfy on the couch. bottle of beer leaning towards Sam’s lap some pours out as I doze off again

Ruby

Makes a bell appear in his hand

Sam

Jumps as I feel the beer hit my arm Dean! Grabs for hte bottle so it doesn't all spill Hey, stay awake.. that was the deal

Ruby

yep, but your @ing is too loud

Dean

jumps hmm? Oh ya right takes the beer back drinking it. Not my fault if you have your tone on for notifications🤣🤣

Sam

It's like you bothering the neighbors

Ruby

🤔🤣

Sam

So… waves my bottle of beer indicating the room before us What do you think about this second Bunker? I wish we'd been given a heads up about it before now

Dean

Put ringer for notifications on silent? Its pretty cool sammy.

Sam

grins and half chuckles Cool, huh.. yeah... I guess it really is

Dean

Definitely worth coming back to

Sam

Sits and thinks about how best to say this... decides there isn't one About that... Dean, I think once this case here is over with these Dark Hunters, I'm going to stay down here. Look someone needs to get the real story on what's actually inside this place. I'm thinking we need to bring it up to date. Get everything inventoried and into a computer program I've been writing. That way we will the information at our finger tips when no one is down here...

Dean

Sam what do you mean? We can’t split up Sammy we are a team. We can make trips nobody has to stay

Sam

We are a team... we'll always be a team. It won't be forever, just until we can get a handle on what's in this place

Dean

We stay then you and me

Sam

You'd do that? Stay down here awhile... thinks about it a second and starts to get excited Well, I mean you could be a big help. I know research isn't really your thing.. but there's the armory. That's up your alley... and who knows what kind of cars they have based here...

Dean

Sure why not if they need anything there they know how to reach us right?

Sam

Right.. And we can always get Ruby to pop things back and forth if we need it. This can be a really good thing..

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((Behind the Scenes and made the hall of fame))

Charlie

Somehow this turned into a Gabe type story lol this was only 4 points

Ruby

The more dramatic....the longer it takes

Dean

Right free run will do that when played out well

Sam

the slower the Witch is the longer it takes GOODNESS!

Dean

Vamp can heal self

Ruby

Hey, this isn't your every day run of the mill spell work Buster!

Sam

oh I’m sorry… I was too buys having my soul sucked out to notice that

Charlie

I can always count on a laugh from Sam and Ruby ….. they’re like an old married couple and I love it

Sam

well.. one of us IS old

Ruby

You're cruising for a bruising mister

Charlie

thinks Sam is gonna get hurt