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carolmunson · 6 months
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you get me closer to god | kas!eddie (dark)
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entry for my fall frenzy requests. this request comes in from @edsforehead: 'something with kas!eddie in a graveyard.'
a/n: y'all, i don't know. i kind of snapped with this one. sort of canon compliant. inspired by a post that i saw that said that after vampires feed they have an insatiable desire to breed afterwards. steve also makes an appearance cause i love him.
tw: 18+ MDNI, dub-con, dub-con, dub-con (reader does get into it). use of hypnosis, coercion. blood play, blood drinking, biting. very obvious power dynamics at play here. death of minor character mentioned. p in v smut, rough and sensual. oral (f-recieving), monster-type-fucking. mild chasing trope. some religious elements if you squint??? anyway i listened to closer by nine inch nails on a loop for this if you wanna know the general vibe. let me know if there is anything i missed and need to put on here!
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October 31st, 1998
Your niece had a better haul than you ever did at this age, it seemed like every house on the fancy side of Hawkins was giving out full size candy bars. No one ever gave you full size candy bars. The Harrington's had outdone themselves this year, hoards of kids picking out wrapped caramel apples and passing out spiked cider to the parents. Humming and smiling while the adults hugged their parkas to their chests, kids running up and down the stairs of the cul de sac of Hawkins Mansions. Decorated to the nines -- you were happy that most of the street would tire her and all of her friends out. "Auntie!" she calls out, hurrying over to you while her pink and purple puffer coat swishes with her. Alycia glitters against the lights of the houses in the dark of the night, the red sequins on her leotard making her easy to find. Your sister-in-law made her a headband fitted with red horns with a pointed tail sewn into the back of the red tu-tu from her Spring recital to match. A Dancing Devil she called it -- for newly six, she was a pretty creative little bug.
"Auntie look," she yells, running into your legs. The spiked cider sloshes in your cup that you hold high over her head so it doesn't spill onto her. She holds up a decorated caramel apple covered in eyeballs made out of sugar.
"Gross, Leesh," you giggle, "It's got eyeballs all over it!"
"They're fake eyeballs, Auntie," she explains like you're stupid, "They're not real eyeballs."
"Oh, thank you for telling me. I didn't know," you giggle, catching Steve watching the two of you chat. Your cheeks burn, that crush from when you were fourteen and he spent the summer working at the mall never fully fading. He's married with four kids now so you should probably get over it. "How're things?" he asks from the curb, coming over to sneak Alycia a couple of Reese's cups. "They're good," you shake your head with a shrug, "They're fine. Out here with the rugrat while her mom's at work." "How's the family, your mom?" he presses, arms crossing over his broad chest that stretch the sleeves of his tan workwear jacket.
"She's doin' okay," you smile tightly, "Always a little hard for her this time of year."
"Five years now, isn't it?"
"To the day," you say with a lilt, "Gonna go visit him after I drop her with her grandparents. My dad'll be so thrilled to steal half her stash."
Your laugh is a little hollow when he squeezes your shoulder comfortingly, he slips a candy bar into your hand, too before saying his goodbyes -- set of twins running around his ankles.
Hawkin's bravest fireman somehow off duty on a night like this turns before you take your niece's hand to leave, "Be careful out there at night. You know it's not always safe."
"You don't believe in all those rumors, do you Harrington?" you laugh.
"Don't have to believe them or not," he says seriously, pushing his wire rims up his nose, "I know they're not rumors."
"Happy Halloween, Steve," you say dully, "Goodnight." You both wave, Alycia's little hand in yours while she rattles off a million words a minute about the skeloton outside of the Sinclair house. The moon glows down over the street, dark clouds slicing it like a broken plate.
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You rarely visit your brother on the day of, especially since there's always idiot teenagers running around the place. Not exactly easy to mourn when some loser in a Scream mask keeps trying to scare you.
It was quiet, your Docs crunching on mid-fall frosty grass -- some of it already half dead with the season. Commotion from the town in the distance had dulled into mostly nothing now that the kids had turned in for the night. Families turning their porch lights out, settling in for scary movies and sugar highs.
You squeeze the bouquet of baby's breath and eucalyptus a little hard in your hands when you walk through the tombstones. The low lamps along the walk way casting the grass and asphalt in a looming orangey glow -- not offering much light beyond their posts. The moon does the work, still looking shattered amongst the thin gray clouds sliding through the sky.
You hear some giggling, the rustle of leaves, the snap of twigs. Always an outlier of kids doing spells or a Ouija board out here this time of year -- old Chief Hopper coming down to make them scatter and take their weed. You walk off the path when you get a decent way in, crossing away from where the cemetary mostly turns to forest. Four 'Happy Birthday To Yous' into the brush and then a left, two head stones, then a right -- it's the third headstone on the fourth row. No light to shine down on you this time, just whatever's left in the sky. You take your big yellow scarf off from around your neck to lay over the grave, giving yourself a place to sit so your spandex covered thighs didn't have to touch the grass. Your mom would kill you if you got grass stains on the red trench she let you borrow -- a makeshift Carmen Sandiego costume if anyone asked.
You sit, laying the bouquet right at the granite edge, tracing his name before letting your hand drop. You don't say anything for a while, letting the cool wet air run over you in waves. You wonder if the wind blowing is him saying hey.
A few cemetery patrons come by, pay their respects to their loved ones and leave. Some superstitious, some religious. They fade out after a while. The loneliness is comforting, just you and your brother hanging out together like before. Despite being six years apart, it felt like you both always had some weird wonder twin telepathy. He was never really one for a lot of words.
"Didn't that guy tell you not to come around here so late?"
You jump at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, turning around to see an even more unfamiliar person. Wild curly waves messy around his face, cut in 80s shag perfection. His face chiseled, jawline pronounced with soft stubble, soaked in fake blood. It trails down his neck and stains the white of the baseball tee underneath a leather jacket; fitted over top with a battle vest that rivaled the metal heads of the 70s.
"Who're you, huh? You following me?" you ask. You swallow nervously, finding solace in seeing a few other cemetary visitors mosying around. The faint giggle of more mischeif causing teenagers in the distance.
"Sorry," he laughs, a warm laugh that meets his eyes, "Didn't mean to scare you. I um, I saw you over by the cul de sac, overheard him say somethin' to you. I was with my little cousin -- dressed like a mermaid, I don't know if you remember."
You think back to Leesh's pal of trick-or-treaters, scanning them in your head to recall a little girl with big brown eyes and a makeshit Ariel costume on under her jean jacket -- covered in patches much like his.
"Yeah," you smile, "I remember. But that didn't answer my question -- are you following me?"
"Nah," he grins, shaking his head, "I'm visiting someone -- this was just a happy accident."
"Oh," you respond quietly, "Who're you visiting if you don't mind me asking."
"My mom," he shrugs, scrunching his nose, "Halloween was her favorite holiday so I always try to come say hi."
"Oh, I'm sorry," you offer in condolences, "Did you um -- did you grow up here? I feel like I'd remember you."
"Nope," he sighs, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans while his wallet chain jingles next to his thigh, "Grew up with my uncle."
"Oh, nice," you nod, "Well um --"
"Who're you visiting?" he interrupts, sitting on the gravestone next to your brother's; hardware tinkling prettily as he does.
"Pete," you say, hand out to gesture towards the shiny granite in front of you, "My brother."
"Nice to meet you, Pete," he turns his head, curly hair flouncing over his shoulder, "Pleasure."
You laugh, he laughs with you -- you have to laugh about it or else you'd have to deal with the alternative. You're pretty sure you're all cried out about your brother now.
"What happened, if you don't mind me asking?"
"He worked construction," you shrug, "Took an overnight shift five years ago by the quarry, an' it was Halloween so he was workin' by himself -- no one to spot his safety gear. Must've fallen off the rigs or something and since it rained a lot that year the quarry was basically a lake at that point, hit his head and drowned. His body was completely banged up and waterlogged, they could only ID him from his pass in his pocket."
"Shit," he nods, "That's -- that's fuckin' awful. I'm sorry."
You shrug, "Bitch of living, I guess."
"Hm," he nods, "I wouldn't know."
"What do you mean?" you ask with a cocked head, eyes lingering on him while his linger on you. "Don't worry about it," he smirks, the kind that makes your heart flutter; cheeks getting hot at the sound of his voice. "You know something," you start, "With this whole get up -- and you're not from here so you might not know -- you look just like --"
"Eddie Munson?" he asks, with raised brows, "Yeah, my aunt's been telling me that forever. That's why I sorta dressed up like him for Halloween."
"That's dangerous around Hawkins, especially this time of year," you warn him, standing up from your spot and picking up your scarf. You shake it out to get some of the grass of the underside. You hardly notice the way his eyes trail from your shoes over your calves to your thighs.
"Some people say that he went right to hell after that earthquake since he killed that girl," you explain, shrugging the trench off some to fit the scarf on under it, "And now he's a demon that haunts Hawkins and terrorizes the town."
You both laugh, though his drops to a low and guttural hum. Nearly a growl. You lift your head to see him just a foot in front of you now, and you can really look. You can really see him. The paleness in his skin, tendrilled navy veins raising through it as he leans close to you.
At this distance it's clear that the hollowness in his eyes isn't makeup, but the sparkling brown is sunken into his skull. His brows darkened and determined while he looks at you.
At this distance, it's clear that the blood on his jaw is real.
"They're close," he says with a sly smile, "Really should've listened to Harrington, sweetheart."
You swallow hard, icy sweat in a film on your body while he takes a step forward.
"Those rumors are true."
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The icy air shreds your throat as you run, heaving it in and out in gasps. Your calves scream, thighs aching while you sprint through the brush of the forest; trench and scarf long forgotton somehwere amongst the trees. You try to ignore the way twigs and branches swipe at your face, slicing you and scratching you with unforgiving whips. You let out a cry while you speed, leaping over roots and piles of leaves all while trying to listen with peak percision. Is he close? Is he getting closer? Can he see you?
You stop behind a log near a dip in the earth, rocks above it. Climbing in you heave, trying to catch your breath -- you aren't really made for this. You don't know how girls in the movies can run that long without needing a break.
With a deep inhale in, you hold, using the quiet to try and hear him but there is nothing to be heard. No rustling, no creaks in the wood or in the wind.
You catch your breath, slowly creeping out of your hiding space while the darkness hones -- trees blocking out some of the moonlight. You take a step and then another, trying to make as little noise as possible.
Your efforts are of no use though -- you stomach turns at the sound. The flap of wings, leathery wings -- big. A shaky breath in gives you the courage to turn your eyes up. On one of the taller branches above you he sits, pale and domineering, "Hi, sweetheart."
You bolt again, depserate and sobbing while the cold air is no longer a hello from your brother but mother nature's cruel bite on your wet cheeks. You can barely take in breaths without pain in your throat and chest, turning left and right and left again to lose him but from above he can predict your every move.
When you hear silence again you take another turn, a mausoleum broken down a short distance away. You crawl your way in, wet earth and cement hitting your nose while you gasp and heave for the second time. You listen for the wings for moment, a few moments -- a calm washing over your back when you're sure he's gone.
You take a step back further into the darkness to be sure you're unseen. Deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. One, twice, three times.
Another step back and you bump into a pillar making you jump, a screech wrenching from you.
Not a pillar no, not by the way a set of claw bites into your shoulder.
"Would've been a good hiding spot if it wasn't for me finding it first, right?" he quips, "Bummer." "Y-you can't d-do this," you cry, "The r-rumors are true they'll -- they'll look for me! Steve knows about you!"
"Oh, babe, that's so cute," he muses with a giggle, "Why do you think I'm still here, huh? Steve's just like me, he's bitten too."
"B-but--"
"Why do you think he believes in all those rumors, huh baby?" he asks with a lilt, "Cause he's one of 'em. Well -- not all the way, I guess. Not like me."
"He blows my cover he blows his whole operation," he grins, sharp teeth bearing themselves at you, "Why d'you think he only works night shifts?"
"I -- don't -- I don't," you sputter, "Pl-please d-don't bite me, d-don't eat me I -- I'll do whatever."
"You're too funny," he says in your ear, deep and grizzly while you're rooted to the spot under his clutch, "I already ate, sweet girl. But you'll make a fine dessert."
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You don't know how you get there but it's not like home -- it is but it isn't -- dark and deadly; covered in slithering vines. You're too petrified to ask; but whatever this place was, despite the spores in the air and the rubble from the walls -- it was much nicer than the trailer he grew up in.
"Shh, shh, shh," he coos, claws deep in your shoulder while he wrenches you to a bed covered in plush linens -- satin and full. In the blur around you it could almost be a movie set; the booms of red lightening, dripping pillar candles in heaps around the room.
You whimper at first when his claws release, hot blood oozing against your sweater. The pain pulses like a dull thud, spit flooding your mouth while you move to your side to wretch but he catches you by the root of your hair. You wail in fear, smelling the decay in his breath, the sweet subtle rot of your surroundings.
"It's not polite to cause a scene in a stranger's home, right princess?" he asks with a soft lilt. He holds your gaze, warmth spreading over you when he smirks again -- and despite your fear, you can't look away. You aren't even sure if you want to look away.
Your body goes slack on the comforter, melting into itself like a dropped marionnette. "Very good," he purrs. Hazy, you feel his hands on you -- losing their warmth while they sneak under the hem of your sweater. The pads of his fingers are soft in comparison to the tips of his nails, grazing your stomach and sternum before reaching up to cup your breasts. He lets out a shallow breath, squeezing the delicate flesh softly in his palms -- so gentle despite his rough demeanor.
His thumbs graze your nipples in slow circles earning him a mewl from your dry throat.
"So easy," he giggles in a whisper. You nearly pout when his hands slide down and away from you; beginning the unhurried removal of your clothing. He moves glacially, eyes remaining on yours, wraiths of whispers in a lanuage you don't understand fluttering in the air around you -- in one ear and out the other. Part of you wants to scream and thrash while he slides off your spandex, rips the seams of your panties, destroys your socks.
His clawed hands shred your sweater, snap your bra at the straps until all your clothes are left in a heap on the dusty floorboards by a forgotten desk. He crawls over you like a predator, undressed himself now: some how bigger, more hulking than before. His shoulders are broad, muscles flexing while skin so white it's nearly blue stretches over it. Whatever is down here has completely infected him, you can see it in the color of the veins beneath his skin, the slight red in his pupils, the dark blue hues under his eyes.
His wings lift high around him in an arched half circle, tips appearing behind him like a hybrid of horns and halo at once.
"Could smell you from here," he leers, "since last night. Christ, fucking drooling over you like a kid."
You whimper again, body jolting in pain when his nails pierce your thighs when he parts them. Fresh ichor spilling from the wounds in deep sanguine and he doesn't seem to care about the mess he's making while it drips onto the sheets. His cavalier manuevering comes off as though he likes to play with his food before he eats it.
"And I don't know what it is, angel, how my senses find the right ones," he rasps while he leans forward to your blood soaked shoulder; serpent tongue slipping out to lave over it, "But you really called to me this year; think you might be the one."
"The o-one wh-what?" you sniffle. His tongue slides over the lacerations on your shoulder again, sucking slightly from the new wounds. He lets out a groan, using free hand to rest on the side of your rib cage for support.
He deatches from the well he drinks from, tip of his nose running over your decollatage and up your neck. In inhales over your jugular, pressing a wet kiss under your jaw before getting to your ear.
"The one I mate with, sweetheart," he breathes, "The one I breed."
Breed? You heart sinks like a stone into your belly, body tensing in a freeze while you think of what to do. How to get out of here.
"Wait," you gasp, arms coming up to push at his chest and push him away, "No, please, wait -- you can't."
You push and push but he's a stone pillar, he barely moves, his muscles barely push inward at your assault. He tuts, the click of his tongue between his teeth almost a chitter. He noses your cheek before looming over you, tips of your noses brushing. He catches your gaze again, the whispers start while the air blows in through the broken window. Obedire domino tuo, obedire domino tuo, obedire domino tuo. His lips aren't moving but you can hear his low voice in your ears, barely there, swirling around in your subconcious while the wind whispers with it. Another flash of red lightning illuminates him in a streak, the rumble of thunder vibrating your belly and chest. His hand floats up from your rib cage while you settle, cupping your cheek to slide down to your jaw and over your neck. The touch is nearly comforting, dipping you back into a haze like before.
"You were saying?" he asks.
"Hm?" your brows pinch, his voice muffled and far away.
"That's what I thought," he says smugly, head dipping back down to your neck where his lips drag over your delicate skin. His breath leaves a patch of wet heat that lingers when he moves down over your chest, fangs peeking out behind his full lips when he drags them over the swell of your left breast.
A gentle gasp escapes you, eyes fluttering closed when the tip of his tongue teases your pert nipple, blowing cool air against it once soaked with his spit. He flicks against it again, alternating sides, presses kisses over them in clear ownership. The more he tasted of you, the more it belonged to him.
With each touch and tease of your tits the more you gasp and whine beneath him, he chuckles from his belly, moving down to your sternum.
"And I died a virgin, can you believe it?" he asks with a cocky lift to one of his brows, "Now all I gotta do is smile and girls like you 'll just fall into bed with me."
There's cotton in your ears, all you can do is nod slowly while blood still leaks from your shoulder and thighs. All you can feel is his mouth and hands travel further and further down. The wind howls and the low chant in the back of your head changes tune but in the same cadence; over and over again: vis, sentis, obedis. Vis, sentis, obedis. Vis, sentis, obedis.
He licks a stripe up the back of your thigh to catch a bead of blood before it reaches the mattress, savoring you. He feeds from the gouges he left behind for a moment before inching forward to the apex of your thighs. Eddie inhales your scent deeply, the earthly musk of you making his mouth water in a mix of metal and spit. His nose brushes against the untrimmed hair of your mound, ghosting himself over it drunk with attraction.
Your body heats up with mild embarrassment, flexing while your hips writhe slightly underhim. Almost as if he can hear your thoughts he kisses the crease of your thigh, "Nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. Girls don't let it grow like this anymore n' it's such a shame."
You want to speak up and explain it's just 'cause you haven't had the time but your tongue doesn't know how to move anymore. Too tired to speak, too caught up in how he feels, how he touches, how he takes what he wants. You relent again, body relaxing; pliant while he spreads you apart for him a desperate moan pulling from you when his tongue -- still soaked in your blood -- glides from the pool of slick at your opening all the way up to your clit.
You almost gag at the way your body betrays you, sending a spread of electricity over your nerves from your core to your finger tips. "More," you whisper, not even believing you're begging for him, "Please, more."
Eddie's smug in his response, smiling with his eyes while he looks up at you from between your legs, "And good manners? You spoil me, princess."
Your back arches in a soft curve when your hips push back into the mattress, pressing yourself into his waiting mouth. He groans again when your body drips for him, leaving a damp sheen on his cheeks and chin. It's not about your pleasure despite how much of it he's bringing you, but about your consumption. He's devouring you. Licking his plate clean from the outside in.
The moans he takes from you spur him on, getting you further and further away from the fight you put up before. Spilling over for him like a puddle while you writhe, a hand reaching out to rake through his hair. His own reaches up from aroud your thigh to hold you by the wrist tight to your side.
"Hands to yourself," he murmrs, soft lips wrapping around your swollen clit to suck expertly on the bud. You whimper, tugging at his hold but it only makes his grip more intense, pinning you there without much a fight. Not even enough to distract him from the task at hand.
When his tongue sinks back down into your soaking core you feel it, the heat pulsing through your belly while he lets the muscle dip and swirl in your wetness. Your thighs twitch and shake when his nose bumps your sensitive clit, his free hand coming up to gingerly rub circles over it in tandem.
"Oh my god," you whine, "Oh my god -- K-kas don' -- oh my god, ohmygod." He snickers, contining his movements, murmuring a quiet, "God's not here, baby."
Another roll over your hips sends you reeling, his tongue gliding in long strokes when finally the coil in your belly snaps. You fall apart beneath him, loud moans and high pitched squeals while he consumes you through it. Your body vibrates, thighs clamping down over his ears, blood from the slices in your flesh staining his hair and jaw.
He hums low when you settle, gasping for breath on your already dry and scratchy throat while you come down. 
Eddie rises slowly, shoulder blades and wings moving with him while he crawls up your body. Smooth and languid like a snake, his torso hovers above yours while he settles his hips between your thighs. You look up at him, his shape, the way his eyes have blown black, the newfound sharpness in his features. A creature, a monster in your wake — not the same person you saw at the cemetery. 
“Oh,” he coos when he sees your eyes glassy and rounded upon him, “So precious.” 
You're much weaker now, mind and body, the stings across your skin from the broken branches and his sharpened nails a pain you've become better accquainted with. You take another breath of calm, arms resting by your head with your palms up towards the ceiling. He takes the moment of surrender to hold them down against the bed. The pressure of his hips against yours keeps you pinned, but you barely fight -- maybe squirm, maybe whine. No thrashing, no screaming, the whispers echo through the wind again:
Vis, sentis, obedis. Vis, sentis, obedis.
"So, so, precious," he whispers while he leans forward, kisses pressed to one cheek and then the other slow and controlled. He inhales again when he dips down to your neck, piercing fangs dragging over the vein there. You feel the push and then the pain, the unbearable blinding pain of his teeth ripping through you. Through your skin, through the muscle, the pulse of his mouth while he holds himself there.
You cry out, nearly a scream while he holds himself there -- just enough to infect you, just enough to get the poison in. The pain reaches a blinding peak, bile growing up your throat, eyes filling with a white hot surge of anguish and then -- Nothing. Euphoria. An unknown lightness you hadn't felt before.
He releases, still holding tight to your wrists above your head when he raises up over you again.
"Open," he instructs, and in your hazy gaze you obey. Your tongue flattens against your chin without command.
"Very good, sweetheart," he praises, collecting the blood left on his lips and in his cheeks to spit it directly into your waiting mouth.
"You can close now," he grins, "And swallow."
He grunts, hips sliding against you so that you can feel his length between your legs; the girth alone sends a chill to the part of you that is screaming inside your head. How is it supposed to fit? How is he supposed to get this inside you? "Don't worry," he laughs, "It'll fit."
When your vision snaps up at him he laughs again, "I can hear you in there, princess. I can always hear you."
He dips down again, tip of his nose sliding over your cheek to your ear, "So be very careful what you think about."
He doesn't need his hands to guide the head of himself into your already needy center. It's a stretch, delicious but nearing painful. It's not something you've ever even dreamed of taking before; thick, large, inhuman.
Your legs lift on their own accord while he pushes in further, getting half way while you let out a choked sob.
"Aw, shh, shh, shh," he mocks, easing in more, "C'mon you can take it."
"You can --" his hips snap in hard for the rest of him, letting out a ragged grunt when the rest of him disappears inside you, "--take it."
You mouth hangs open in a desperate oval, face crumpling when you become so full of him -- all encompassing. A part of you now, buried deep within. He moves, dangerously slow and controlled; methodic in how he thrusts himself deeper and deeper inside. "Mmm, that's it," he growls, chest to chest with him while his hip grind at a deliberate pace. You feel his hot breath fan out over your lips, forehead pressed against yours. He's not hot, he's not cold, just skin against yours while it flashes with heat. You go from shaking to sweating with minutes in between.
When your hips roll to meet his thrusts you moan, the tip hitting you so deep in your core that stars burst behind your eyes. "There we go," he grins mischeviously, "S'at feel good, pet?"
"Ooh, yes," you hiss through gritted teeth, actively trying to bounce yourself againsth him now that your body has started accommodating his sheer size. He raises himself up on his hands like a cobra, snake like peering down at you while he meets the roll of your hips with an unforgiving thrust.
"Good," he oozes the word out like smoke, deliciosly deep seated in his belly when he thrusts hard again. He mumbles a quiet musing to himself that you can't hear -- too gone in the lightness in your body, in the way nothing hurts, in the way you're so full.
Can finally fuck you how I wanna.
He gets up, sitting back on his haunches while still inside you, pushing your legs up so your knees end up by your ears. With this leverage he sinks in deep. You don't even know how far in he is, just that he's in and he's there, he's everywehre, he's outside and in.
Eddie locks eyes with you, that same smirk from the cemetary that made your stomach flip dancing across his devilish features, "Tell me you like it."
Your mouth moves before your brain can hesitate, "I like it." "Tell me you need it," he demands, tone measured and sure.
"I need it," you say back, your voice coming out broken and weak, "Please, I need it."
He pulls back and punches forward, hard enough that you gasp at the impact. He grips you hard by the backs of your legs, thrusts starting slow and building at an unrelenting pace. His eyes are wild; boring down at you through from under furrowed and determined brows. If you had any mind left, you'd think that he hates you by the way he stares.
"Fuck," he snarls, leaning forward over you, one hand pressing down on the mattress next to your head, "Shit -- fuck, that's it. That's fuckin' -- shit, you're fuckin' mine." "Say you need me."
"I need you," you choke back without thinking, barely able to breathe at his speed. The coil tightens deep inside of you again, tears pouring down your cheeks in waves -- not even crying, just recieving. Absorbing him. Your body rocks like a boat on unsteady waves pinned beneath him, the only sounds are the whispers in your subconcious, his growls and sputters like an animal above you. The lewd slaps of skin against skin, the squelches of him pushing you to your limits.
He steadies himself over you, nose to nose again while he fucks you. Really fucks you. Impressed with himself, he lets out a breathy chuckle when you throw your head back -- eyes shutting tight with a pornographic scream.
"Oh GOD!" you cry out, "Oh my god."
His fingers and claws catch your chin with a firm shake, eyes snapping open to meet the knowing glare of his ruddy brown ones.
"Your god," he starts, panting into your mouth, "is right here in front of you."
You swallow, mouth falling agape again when you feel the bite of his nails on the fat of your cheeks. "Right here," you repeat, dazed and overwhelmed, "N'..n'fronname."
"Right here in front of you," he nods, leaning down to brush his nose against yours while his thrusts slow to a steady pace. It's then that his lips meet yours, the kiss searing with desire and claim when his tongue slides into your mouth. You can taste the metallic twang of your blood in his mouth, sighing into it while he guides the kiss. Breaking away and coming back in; rushed and heated each time while he feels himself get closer to his peak.
His forehead presses against yours, one hand finally releasing your wrist to hold your head in place over your hair. You keep eye contact with him, not even sure if you're blinking, if you even need to blink. You rasp breaths, mouth and throat dry and aching while you breathe into him. You're close, teetering on the edge while he pushes you up with his hips to rest your lower body on his knees and thighs.
"Come undone," he murmurs, "Let go for me."
The command ripples through you, bursting through your belly with a warm heat. You welcome it, eyes rolling, cries pouring from you in words you don't think you understand. He encourages you, offering you rough sweet nothings while you pray to him, beg for him, ache for him.
That's enough to send him over; seeing you completely at his mercy now. Obedient, trained, devoured.
He snares and snarls, growling while he comes deep inside of you. The hand on your head wraps painfully in your hair like it did before you started -- uncaring, brutal. The heat of his seed pools deep within you like the heart of your orgasm. Glazed over you groan, hips rolling up in one final cant to receive him fully. Your vision vingettes while he unsheathes from you; fluids leaking onto the sheets. You're empty and the room spins with a new blackness, you're fading. Fainting? Dying?
The fuzziness continues to darken arouns you, around him, until he's all that's left in the tunnel of your vision. "That's a good girl," he soothes smugly, "Very well done."
Your gaze and mind fade fully to a staticky black.
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You wake, you’re not sure how much later. 
Still on the bed and still undressed but your arms feel tight – a tug reveals your current state. Bound to a post on the headboard by a triple handcuff knot, dense hemp rope keeping your arms above your head. 
You whine and struggle, coming to your senses now – no one knows where you are, you barely know where you are. An underworld – hell. Somewhere. 
“Don’t look so terrified, sweetheart,” his smooth honey voice is heard before he appears in the candle light again, “I’m right here.” 
“Wh-why am I –” you swallow thickly, coughing and sputtering with how dry your mouth and throat are now, “Why am I tied up?” 
He looks at you with faux concern, brows raising, “Oh honey, are you okay?” 
He reaches out, pushing your hair away from your face, “Don’t be stressed. Y’know something – I just realized, I never offered you anything to drink.” 
“My uncle always told me you should take a girl out to dinner before makin’ the van rock and look at me,” he gestures at his chest, tutting at himself, “Where are my manners, huh?” 
Your lip wobbles while he looms over you, “Are you thirsty?” 
You nod, he grins – cheshire like, fangs glinting in the light, “I thought you would be.” He gets up, lazy and confident in his walk across the room. His body looks like marble, chiseled with the running and hunting you realize he’s been doing for over a decade. Stronger than ever; ethereal in his post orgasm glow. 
He pulls his hair back while he walks, holding it up away from his neck while your eyes travel down his back where his wings have tucked in under the skin. You gag when you see them move above his blades, rippling beneath the tattoos he has there. He’s dressed in only shorts; silk – likely stolen to really own the whole vampire thing he has going on. 
You take in a shaky breath when he gets what he needs, dropping his hair back to his shoulders when he makes his way back to you. 
He holds the dagger coolly in his hand before gliding the tip down the center of his wrist. Blood blooms from the wound; he doesn’t even flinch. 
“Open, princess,” he murmurs. Your lips clamp shut, shaking your head no while fear takes over – rot in your chest. He catches your chin again, forcing you to look at him like before. 
“Open,” he repeats, slower. His voice reverberates like a gong between your ears. 
Your mouth opens on its own accord and the smell of his blood becomes the most alluring scent you’ve had pass your nose in years. You latch on to the laceration, swallowing and sucking deeply on the wound while his blood and body quench and feed you better than any meal you think you’ve ever had. You feel revived as you devour him, eyes fluttering closed while the fill feels never enough. 
“That’s it, keep goin’,” he encourages under his breath, “Won’t have to keep asking you to do things twice once this is all over with.” 
You break away to breathe, gasping like you’re coming up for air, drowning in him. 
“What do you mean?” 
“I mean you’ll be just like me, sweetheart,” he says, chuckling when you eagerly lean forward to drink him again, “After a night of some deeply insurmountable pain; and then nothing. Just mine. Undead and mine.” 
“But y–you said you were – I’m –” your brows knit in confusion, “You didn’t h-have to d-do this; whatever you um – whatever you bred me with will die if you do this.” 
“Oh, no, no,” he laughs evilly, “I didn’t breed you quite yet.” 
He pulls his arm away, wiping the blood from your chin with his thumb roughly. 
“Consider what we did a, uh…hmm,” he takes a second to think about it with a hum, shrugging cheekily, “A soul bonding experience.” 
“You’re disgusting,” you spit. 
“I’m delicious,” he corrects, smearing his blood from your chin to your cheek, “If you do say so yourself.” 
He gets up again, pulling the covers out from under you to tuck you in. The chill getting to you in a way it never gets to him; you might as well be warm while you turn into actualized death. 
“I can hear you, remember?” he asks, tapping your head, “You won’t be totally alone with me. There’s…shit there are plenty just like us.” 
“Like Steve,” you pipe up groggily. 
“More than just goodie two-shoes Harrington,” he groans, “God, do you ever shut up about him?”
You sniffle in response.
“I mean this place, this – dimension,” he says, “It’s more than just Hawkins, and there are so many more like us; even up there.” 
He points upwards with a sharp nailed finger, “All around.” 
“And now that you’ll be just like me,” he smiles, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you in the crook of you waist, “There’ll be all the time in the world to breed you.” 
Your vision blurs, either from tears or from another fade, you aren’t sure. You can feel a slow burn through your veins, a rush of blood. You whimper. 
“So it begins,” he smirks, running the tip of his finger over your nose bridge. 
“Oh!” he says, eyes bulging, “Before I forget, and before I lose you – because you’ll be such a pretty blank slate when you come to – I felt like I should be honest.” 
He gestures dramatically, a maniacal grin pushing his cheeks up to his eyes while they spark, “Again with my manners, it was so rude of me to introduce myself to Pete’s grave at the cemetery. We’ve met before! Can’t believe I had almost forgotten.” 
Ice in your body fights the burning in your veins, you gag, bile coming up to singe your throat. 
“And y’know, I didn’t mean to drop him in the quarry when I was done with him,” he says with a scrunch of his nose, like he accidentally wrote the wrong tip on a restaurant check, “Really, my mistake, but Christ did he hit every piece of limestone on the way down.” 
He lets out a hearty laugh while he remembers it, your brother's body bouncing off rocks and metal before slipping under the water. You swallow your sick only or it to rise back up with a vengeance, staining your skin red while it seeps out of the corner of your mouth. You tug on the ropes in retaliation, hot angry tears stinging your eyes. 
“All that fallin’ did a number on him – which is good because it really took the heat of anyone knowing it was me. I just wasn't as clean about it back then. Much better now though,” he nods, finishing with a superior and charming look like he just told a bedtime story. 
He leans forward close to your face while your vision pulses in fuzzy black, browning out while he looks down at you. 
“And I’ll tell you something, babe…” 
Fading, fading, fading.
“He tasted divine.”
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"Hello." A dull thwack sound reverberated across the rooftop, leaving the boy who snuck up on Red Robin clutching his head. The boy, a meta if the large animal ears and tail were anything to go by, shook off the pain and pouted up at him, "What was that for?!"
The vigilante was unrepentant, holding his bo staff in a ready position, "You snuck up behind a vigilante at night. In Gotham."
"Okay," the meta conceded, still pouting. "You have a point there. Robin threw ninja stars at me when I tried to approach Batman."
That got Tims attention, "You tried to approach Batman? Was there something you needed?"
The kid suddenly got serious, "My mom went missing. I haven't been able to contact her for almost two weeks now."
Red pulled his arm closer to his face before he began typing on his wrist computer, "Can you tell me her name and date of birth?"
"Um." The other teen fidgetted with his tail a bit, "Okay, so...she's kinda Cheetah."
"...come again?"
"She's Cheetah. The...the supervillian."
Red Robin stared at him, and honestly who could blame him? The bats hadn't even known Cheetah had a son. "So why are you in Gotham? Why not ask Wonder Woman for help? Cheetahs one of her rogues not ours."
The teen shook his head, "She went to meet someone in Gotham before she disappeared. She seemed really agitated before she left, almost scared. I've never seen her like that before." He paused, giving the vigilante time to type before continuing, "I didn't go Wonder Woman since I figured I would wind up needing to talk to a bat anyway since its your turf and all." He said, waving a hand as if gesturing to the city around them.
"I wasn't aware Cheetah had a kid."
The meta grimaced, "she didn't until a year ago."
Red gave him a look, as if urging him to go on.
The meta chuffed, sounding a lot like whatever big cat he was supposed to be, "I'll only tell you my tragic backstory if you promise to help me find my mom."
"I'll find your mom." The bird said without an ounce of hesitation. Tim was a little offended. Did this guy think he was going to leave his mom in danger just because she was a criminal? Appearently so, seeing as the teen looked so relieved at his words.
"Okay, so my bio parents were evil mad scientists. Always a bad start, anyway they were obsessed with the occult and one day they suddenly took me and my sister to Brazil to hunt for some artifact of another. That alone was strange but weirder still was the fact my creepy godfather was paying for it all. He usually only does something like that when he's plotting "
"Plotting?" The detective interjected, "you make it sound like he does that often."
"Yeah. Hes a supervillian." The meta said casually, as if he didn't just leave Tim reeling, but the kid wasn't done yet, "He's had a massive crush on my bio mom since collage and never let it go no matter how many times she rejected him. She even married my dad, his best friend, and this dude just kept simping for 20 years." The teen rolled his eyes, "Hes convinced himself that if he murders my bio dad then my bio mom will fall in love with him and me and jazz will be "his"." He said that last part with fingerqoutes and a disgusted expression.
Tim filed that away for later, "Can I have his name, if nothing else?"
The teen seemed reluctant for a moment, "You're the worlds greatest detectives. You'll find out even if i try to hide it. Besides, I'd probably be better off if you and the Justice League know everything anyway."
Tim was...surprised by that. Most people usually weren't this open with them.
"His name is Vlad Masters, he also goes by Plasmius when he's dressed like a wannabe vampire. He's a ghost who's repossessed his corpse. My parents are Jack and Maddie Fenton, who are obsessed with ghosts and have convinced themselves that all ghosts are evil and must be destroyed, regardless of how much evidence points to them being wrong."
"And your name?"
The meta grinned at him, showing off four very sharp fangs, reminiscent of the large cat he takes after, "You can call me Jaguar. We were exploring a bit when I broke off from my family and got jumped by one of them. Suddenly I was struck by a claw and turned into furry bait. Fluffy stopped trying to make me his lunch and just stared at me before walking away, which was wierd. Then my parents found me, accused me of being a ghost, because thats naturally what someone would assume when thier son sprouts cat ears," he said while rolling his eyes.
"Naturally." Red joked, which had the benefit of making Jaguar smile.
"So my parents chased me through the jungle, shooting all the while, then suddenly a portal opened up in front of me. I'm not stupid, I know there was no way this wasn't a trap. I mean, a portal opening up right after that bizarre series of events and its the same shade of glowing green as the wierd death go my parents are obsessed with? There's no way they weren't related somhow, but I was desperate and jumped through anyway."
"I landed in another jungle, or the same one in a different location, I'm not sure. I tried hunting and foraging but wasn't very successful at either." Danny still remembered the throbbed in his head when he had headbutt that tree after missing his pounce on that pig he had been stalking. "Thats when Cheetah found me. She took me in and taught me to hunt and fight."
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Possible plot twists:
1. Danny isnt Phantom in this au
2. Danny is Phantom in this au but is trying to leave that life behind
3. My favorite. Danny has the ability to manipulate and control animals into doing his bidding with the effect of jaguars and other big cats being the most prevalent and he just doesn't realize it.
One of Cheetahs friends/allies realizes cheetah has changed and suspected something and convinced her to leave for a while to see if her care for this kid faded after a while away from his presence. It works and Danny loses another parental figure/possibly attacked by them too.
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Every now and then I just remember how Riley was painted as the victim in his relationship with Buffy and it just makes me so mad. The writers keep telling us that she didn't appreciate him and his way of loving her, but we are SHOWN that it was actually the other way around.
Buffy was not perfect, and it's clear she first got attached to Riley because he was a normal dude and she very much needed something in her life to be normal - but when it turned out he also had a secret life, that he was also the "hero" of his group, she accept it. She continued to like him. She still wanted him around.
Riley meanwhile seemed to resent her for being the slayer, for being stronger than him, for having other stuff going on in her life, for having dated/being the object of affection of guys that were stronger than him.
His insecurity is ridiculous. He was literally willing to die just to be a very strong, but also very dead guy, instead of being a completely healthy dude with the strength of a regular dude. He even acts like him not being able to beat Buffy in a fight, even with the "power up" is what is causing her to be "distant" sometimes, not the fact that, like he said himself, she needs to prevent the end of the world every other week and that's kinda stressful and takes a lot of her free time.
He also complains about her asking him to take care of her younger sister, the most important thing in the world to her, so she doesn't have to worry about that while out killing vampires and demons - and he thinks of that as her "not letting her be useful", and then complains again when she gives him a bullshit role in the whole "stopping the doom of all of humanity", even though he just refused the thing that would make him actually useful. He also conveniently forgets things like Buffy asking HIM specifically to take care of her after she was wounded in a fight. He doesn't see any of that as her truly including him in her life and full on needing him like he wants her to - because it's not in the way that allows him to pretend he is THE hero, not the hero's boyfriend. Being important TO her doesn't actually matter, what he really wants is to feel superior, to be more important than her.
And even outside of the Slayer stuff: this dude really heard that his girlfriend's mother was potentially dying, and instead of thinking of how he can be there for her (something he CLAIMS he wants to do) all he can think about is "Why didn't she immediately call me? Why did she tell Spike first?" (I'm a spuffy fan, but come on, she only told Spike because he just happened to show up at the very second she was ready to open up about it and just needed a shoulder to cry on). Everything, even his girlfriend's struggle with the possibility of her parent dying and her needing to step up as a parent to her sibling, needs to be about HIM, his feelings, his wants and needs.
The fucker even has the nerve to cheat on her during all of this. Compare that to Angel going to Sunnydale to give her emotional support after Joyce died, or Spike comforting her before even knowing WHY she was crying and then sending flowers without a card to honor her mom and offer Buffy some compassion, but without disrespecting her very explicit "stay away from me, Spike." It's very clear which of these three guys never actually cared about her, even a little bit.
Hell, Riley is 100% sure that the only way for Buffy to "prove" her love is to suffer for him. Her sister tells him "I like you much more than her ex, you would never break her heart like he did" - and somehow, he doesn't take that as "Buffy and her family fully trust that I'm a good guy that would never do anything to hurt her" (something Buffy herself says to Angel's face in his show) but rather as a "Nothing I do would ever hurt her because she doesn't actually love me the way she loved Angel."
Not to mention: his assumption that Buffy was only ever attracted to Angel because he was a vampire, and thus any other vampire like Draculla or Spike could easily steal her from him, just shows how much he didn't understand her at all.
Buffy started crushing on Angel thinking he was just a normal human that knew about the supernatural and wanted to fight the good fight. She didn't find out about him being a vampire until he lost control for a second and went vamp-face after their first kiss, and it freaked her out.
She fangirled for a second meeting Dracula, but man, come on, OF COURSE the slayer will be excited to see the most popular vampire ever, and she was more than willing to kill him. The whole reason there were any flirty vibes between them was because the dude had literal mind-control powers.
Spike is the closest Buffy ever got to "dating a vampire because he is a vampire" and that was because she was literally craving death. Even then, she was horrified at her own attraction to him, AND there was a different side to their relationship, with Buffy liking Spike because he was the one person that wasn't disappointed and resenting her for being depressed.
For fuck's sake, she had a thing for PLENTY of normal guys - RILEY VERY MUCH INCLUDED!
He was the one that only cared about "who is stronger" and kept insisting that Buffy was the same even after overwhelming evidence to the contrary.
And for the show to then make HER go after him, make HER all sad when he is dating someone else, make one of her closest friends blame HER for everything that went wrong in their relationship, and then make HER basically claim he was right with bullshit lines like "I wasn't there for him like I was for Angel" is ridiculous - specially when, again, what made Buffy want to be with Riley in the first place was her trying to not fall into another unhealthy relationship like the one she had with Angel. They were codependent and when he left it nearly destroyed her. OF COURSE she's gonna try not being as obsessed with the next boyfriend (or with the one after him) because she knows that shit doesn't end well.
Again, say what will about both Angel and Spike, but at least Angel walked away after realizing their relationship was a dead-end that would never make Buffy truly happy, and Spike put himself through hellish torture to get his soul back and make sure he'd be a better man who would never make Buffy suffer.
RILEY being framed as "the perfect guy Buffy couldn't appreciate and let get away" is just insulting. Of all the guys Buffy has ever been with, he is the one that deserved her the least.
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GUT WRENCHING ANGST with ajax please thank uu
anything you ask, darling! @bwitch3d asked for something similar, so i made just one! thanks for the request. this one is a little long, but i hope u guys like it <33
ajax petropolus x fem!reader — forbidden lovers; angst + fluff at the end
NO MATTER THE CONSEQUENCES
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You remember exactly how your first year at Nevermore was. Traumatic. You were excited to make friends, since you felt extremely lonely at home. You were an only child and your parents never gave you enough attention. So you wanted to have friends that you could play with. Things that children normally want.
You met wolves, vampires, mermaids and gorgons - a species your parents despised. Although, you wanted to befriend each one of them.
Ajax Petropolus, a gorgon, gave you a huge smile and asked you to sit next to him in your first class. “Is this your first day here?” the boy's thin voice made you crack a smile.
“Yeah! How about you?” the boy nodded and you both spent the whole year together. Having fun, studying together. He became your first and best friend on Nevermore and you made a lot of other friends - but where you were, Ajax was and where Ajax was, you were.
When the holidays arrived, you were dying for your families to meet so you could spend the holidays together, but when your mothers saw each other, it was a disaster.
“You!” the two spoke at the same time. You and Aj looked at each other confused. They already knew each other and it seemed like it hadn't been a good interaction.
“What I said about gorgons, y/n! We despise them” your mother said and you felt the blood rush to your head.
“But mom-“ you tried to speak but Ajax's mom cut you off.
“You two are forbidden to talk-“
“Oh dear, let me give orders to my daughter, you should take care of this boy” your mother interrupted. How could they do this to you?
“Let’s go, Aj” the boy looked at you with no sparkle in his eyes. You could tell he was devastated. And you were too. You could feel your heart being shattered into a thousand pieces.
On vacation, obviously you weren't going to give up on Ajax’s friendship, so you sent him secret letters every day - since your mother had confiscated your cell phone. But he didn't answered.
You thought it might be his mom who wouldn't let him send letters, so when your classes started again, you tried to talk to him.
The boy was in the library, reading a book very concentrated. “We can't do this” he whispered without looking at you. He looked around, like he was embarrassed that someone would see you talking with him.
“Come on, Aj! You gotta be kidding” you nudged him, trying to make the boy laugh.
“I'm serious” he looked into your eyes in a way that broke your heart. It couldn't be true. “You need to get out of here, I'm busy.”
You stood there for a few moments and left. Not even noticing that a few tears were falling from your eye. Your first friend in Nevermore already hated you and haven’t done anything.
In class, Ajax talked to everyone normally, but he refused to look at your face. The rarely looks that he gave you were filled with sadness. He got close to Enid and Xavier - he spoke to them the way he spoke to you and it made your heart break even more.
Even though time passed, every vacation you had, you tried to find out what happened between your families, but you haven’t found anything.
“Mom, but forbidding me to talk to Ajax is surreal! Why so much hate between you and his family?” you insisted on every family dinner.
“Still not over it, y/n? Have you fallen in love with a gorgon?” your mother teased you.
“Of course not!” she smiled satisfied by your answer and it drove you crazy. “But what if I were, what would you do?” your mother gave you a death glare.
“Is this boy trying to make contact with you?”
“No, because you forbade us to talk!” you snapped.
“Honey, if he cared about your friendship, he would’ve gone after you...which didn’t happened.” the woman said like she was deathly sorry for you. If you could, you would leave your house and never come back again.
“You disgraced my life in Nevermore.” you leave the table.
“I think she needs a therapist” you heard your father whisper across the table.
But this year you swore it would be different. As much as you hated to admit it, your mother was right. If Ajax still wanted to be your friend he would at least smile at you. So the best thing you could do for your mental health was to give up trying to find a reason for your ‘breakup’ and enjoy the year in Nevermore.
And so you did, you met a funny girl - Wednesday Addams - she barely smiled, didn't even show much affection, but she shared her thoughts and theories about the monster that was in town with you.
“I think you're the only decent person after Enid in this school” she affirmed and you took it as the best compliment you had ever received in your life.
You also started seeing a boy. His name was Ryan - he was tall, brunette, dark skinned. He was handsome and fun. You were missing so bad to laugh with someone that it turned into something bigger.
“I think we should date, like boyfriend and girlfriend thing” Ryan whispered to you one day while you were studying in the library. Your hand sweated and your heart raced. You felt like you were more scared than excited.
You felt that the boy was strange today, his legs were always shaking. He seemed distant and you didn't want to disturb him. Thought it was a problem with his grades - but now you realized that it could be the nervousness of asking you to be his girlfriend.
“W-what?” you stuttered, not knowing if it was true or not. You thought you didn’t matched in that way, he was nothing like you. “Are you serious?” the boy just smiled but you felt like it wasn’t a honest gesture.
"Great, girlfriend! We're dating now" he yelled for the entire library to hear. Some applauded, others asked for silence and you still didn't know how to react. What just happened here?
The next day, the news had already spread throughout the school. Even Weems came to talk to you. “Congratulations on your relationship, y/n! But I don't want to see him go to your room at night!” she laughed. “I remember my teenage days like it was yesterday.” she threw a wink in your direction and walked away.
But you started to feel uncomfortable when you walked down the hall and everyone started whispering and looking at you. If there was one thing you hated, it was having attention towards you. Something Ryan loved.
“Are you alright?” Enid asked you as soon as you sat in your seat to start class.
“Apart from all those stares, I am” you flashed a smile at her and the girl put a hand on your arm.
“If you need anything I'm here, I ended up not posting this gossip on my blog, but that's because we're friends and I would hate to make you uncomfortable” she said making you confused.
“Thanks… I guess” you whispered the last sentence as soon as Tornhill entered the class
Your gaze met Ajax's who was staring at you as if you had just beaten him in a fencing duel, he was sad and nervous. This minimal interaction had been the only one in years. Your heart sped up and you hated the feeling.
At break, you spotted your boyfriend who was laughing with his friends. When they saw you, the boys moved away and Ryan looked a little nervous. He didn't even kissed you. Maybe it was because there were a lot of people around him still whispering about you.
“Everyone is talking about us!” you whispered to him.
“I know! And I'm so sorry, y/n! I swear it meant nothing to me.” he stammered.
“W-what?” you asked.
“Haven’t you heard?” he seemed relieved.
“Heard of what?” you murmured. Your attention turned to a murmur behind you.
“I can't believe Ryan hooked up with Barbara! I thought he and y/n were dating.”
“Not everything is as it seems, right?”
“He told me he asked Y/n to date just so she wouldn't feel so bad”
What the hell?
To be honest, you didn't feel sad that he had cheated on you, you felt embarrassed that everyone was gossiping about you the whole day and you didn’t even knew about that. You thought talking to Enid and getting the full story before you looked anyone in the face would be a great idea.
You couldn't even look at Ryan’s face again as he grabbed your arm trying to say something you weren’t able to hear. So you ran towards Enid's dorm.
You were so immersed in your own thoughts that you didn't even notice when you bumped into Ajax in the hallway, knocking over all five books the boy was holding in his hands. “I'm sorry” you murmured helping him pick it up. You thought he was going to fight you or ignore you like nothing happened - as he always did.
“You alright?” he asked still gathering some books.
“You know about it?” you asked and the boy answered you with a simple nod. You got mad at him for it. You'd rather he had just ignored you, because he didn't want to know about your life for all these years. Now that you had been 'chetead' he wanted to know how you were?
“Why do you care?” The boy swallowed hard and didn't give you any answers. You handed him the books and got back to what you really intended to do.
Enid told you that they had hooked up the day before Ryan asked you to be his girlfriend. Barbara - a girl you didn’t even know - was jealous and that's why she spread it to the whole school. “You really liked him?” the blonde asked you with a look of comfort. You knew you could trust her.
“To be honest, I don't think so. In fact, I didn't even say ‘yes’ when he asked me. I didn't disagree either... but I was in shock! I just didn't know what to do or what to say." you heard Wednesday snort and you and Enid looked over at the girl who seemed to be concentrated on her book.
“Ryan is the ugliest, dumbest person l've ever seen in my entire life!” you and Enid burst out laughing, Wednesday cracked a small smile.
“It's true, though, y/n, you deserve a person who wants to give you the world…” the blonde said holding your hands. “You and Ajax would be cute together” you felt your heart ache and tears gathered in your eye.
“Ajax and I are barely friends…” you knew that Enid was going to say something, but you chose to interrupt her. “| need to go up to my room, l'm a little tired and hungry! Thanks for everything girls, see you later.”
On the same night, when you got to your dorm, you thanked Bianca for being a girl who stayed in the library studying at midnight, so you would have free time to put your thoughts in order. As soon as you started to think about what happened in your day, all of your thoughts turned to books on the floor and a simple question. “You alright?”
You rolled over in bed trying to think about your boyfriend... ex boyfriend or whatever! And you were stressed for not being able to feel even an ounce of sadness for the cheating. In fact, you didn't even know if you could call it cheating, because it was supposed to be something sad and coming from someone you loved, but you didn't love Ryan.
So your thoughts - these were treacherous indeed - went back to every moment of your childhood that you spent next to Ajax. And how your separation hurt. That was a real feeling, someone you loved couldn’t be with you. And you hated him for not fighting for your friendship.
You hated him for every look he threw your way. Hated it when he didn't look. Hated that he talked with Enid the same way he did with you. You hated yourself for still having such strong feelings for him that you couldn't get over even after all these years.
The tears finally ran down your cheeks, and they became uncontrollable, you started sobbing. It was suffocating. You wanted to scream, you wanted to smack something, but all you did was lie in bed and try to sleep.
When you started to stop crying and feel sleep coming on, someone knocked on your door. “Who is it?” you screamed from your bed. Sometimes it could just be a prank that freshmen girls did, or it could be Bianca who forgot her key.
“It's me.” Ajax. Your heart went into your mouth. You couldn't open the door, your face was red and swollen from crying.
“What do you want?” you asked, getting up from the bed and heading towards the door.
“I just want to talk, okay?” he said quietly. Ok, you would have to open the door, it would be very impolite if you didn't.
You ran to the bathroom and washed your face hoping it wasn't so obvious that you had been crying all night because of him. He would think it was because of Ryan, though.
When you opened the door, you felt your heart beat even faster. He was gorgeous it actually hurts. He carried a box of chocolate in his hand, the box you shared when you were kids. You also noticed that his eyes were black and his nose was bleeding.
You didn’t say a word, you went to your bathroom to clean him.
“Are you crying?” he asked as soon as he entered your dorm.
“I was trying to sleep” you dodged the question.
“I didn't know that trying to sleep you needed to cry” he opened a sarcastic smile, but you remained serious. You weren't going to talk to him like you'd been friends forever. You started to clean the boy’s nose.
“What happened here?” you asked softly, and the boy looked at your eyes and you already knew the answer. He was fighting with Ryan.
“Sorry.” he whispered.
“For what exactly?” you teased and he looked at the floor.
“A lot of things” he whispered. “I don’t know where to start.”
“Ajax, I don't even know if you can explain yourself to me! You didn't want to fight for our friendship. Maybe I wasn't as important to you as you were to me-“
“That's not true and you know it” he interrupted you.
“No, I don't! How am I supposed to know if you started to despise me, you wouldn't even look at me.” you already felt your tears coming back.
“Just answer me one thing” he approached you, your heart was beating too fast. “Were you crying for Ryan?” Ouch. he touched your wound, but you wouldn't lie. You swallowed.
“No.” he closed his eyes for a few seconds, suppressing a smile, murmuring ‘good’. His croaky voice made you weak. Ajax knew he was the reason you were crying for.
“So let me explain” you walked away from him and sat on your bed, waiting for him to start. “Well, you know our moms aren't friends. And I questioned why all vacation that year.” At least it wasn't just you.
“I found a very beautiful knife in my grandfather's office, I asked him what it was and he told me that that knife should only be used to kill people of your species.” What? You started to get nervous. “He told me that a long time ago, a man of your kind had a relationship with a gorgon who was married... it turned out that they fought for their honor and the lover ended up winning... killing a gorgon.” This was looking like a book story, you were outraged. “So to this day our species hate each other.”
“But we could have fought it, that's no reason to-“
“You haven't changed at all, y/n! I'm not done yet…” you held back a laugh and he noticed, opening a shy smile. “I did something I had never done before, I argued with my family. I told you that you were the most special person I had ever known, that tradition could be broken, that we could declare peace.” he swallowed hard before starting. “But then they said that they would put people to observe us, and if anyone saw us together, they would hurt you.” he said. “And you know that Weems is a friend of my parents. Maybe you didn't realize it, but she watched us all day, if it wasn't her, it was Professor Tornhill.” Wow. “And I decided to stay away from you, to protect you, but you don't know how much it hurt me” he sat by your side and put his hand on his head. “And then I saw you with Ryan, like come on? He's an idiot!” you didn't know what to do or what to say.
You spent a few minutes with him in the same position. His nose made a noise and you knew he was crying. Shit. “I was worried that someone would say something to you that would upset you or do something to you and I wouldn't be there to protect you” he finally lifted his head and wiped away the tears. “So I didn't know what to do, if I stayed close, they would hurt you, if I stayed away, I couldn't protect you! I hate this! I hate that we've been put in this situation. I hate that there's no way out of this. But worst of all, I hate that I love you.” What? He loved you? Wow. Your hand began to sweat. Again.
“What made you change your mind?” you asked.
“I know I can't take this anymore. I can't hear your name on everyone's lips, knowing that there are people out to hurt you. I know my life would be so much easier if I wasn't in love with you. I promised to stay away from you, but I can’t. You are the bane of my existence. And I want… need to be with you, no matter the consequences.” he looked into your eyes and held your hand, you smiled, your entire body feeling warm, with a few tears falling from your eyes.
“I’m determined to leave my house if I have to. Let's create our own lives. I honestly don’t give a fuck about people say. We are destined to be together, I've never even thought that I could love someone as hard as i love you.” you walked up to him and wiped away a tear on his face.
You kissed him and it was a little wet due to crying. But it was sweet. It was desperate. You knew you love him. And you loved him so much, that it was killing you.
“I love you” he whispered against your mouth.
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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 8 months
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Wildest dreams, pt. 26
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Summary: Y/N and Paul come to lunch at the Cullen’s house. 
Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, talking about death
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Parking in front of the Cullen’s house, Y/N gulps at the sight. The house is three stories tall with a wraparound porch, and large windows reflecting the sunlight. It’s a mansion compared to the houses in La Push; a very well-kept, modern mansion.
“We should probably go”, Paul’s the first one to speak. “They’re likely wondering why we’re sitting here and just staring at the house.”
“You think they’re watching us?”
“And listening”, Paul states before continuing with a smile. “So I want Rosalie to know that I come in peace and to not put any glass into my salad.”
Y/N raises her brows. “Huh?”
“She broke a glass bowl filled with salad when Bella first came to meet the family.”
“By accident?” Y/N asks with a slight frown but her eyes were reflecting the confusion while attempting to hide an inkling of panic her heart rate is betraying.
“Jacob said Bella came over AFTER eating a full course meal, unaware the Cullens spent all day prepping a lunch for her.”
“Is that why you didn’t let me eat anything today?!”
Shrugging, Paul smirks. “Just making sure we don’t have a repeat.”
With a wry smile, Y/N nods before taking a deep breath. 
‘How bad can they be?’ She thought. ‘They don’t feed on humans, only on Bambi. Don’t think about that! Ughhh, now I won’t be able to stop thinking about dead deer moms!’
Walking out, she huffs as Paul steps beside her, offering his hand for her to take. His grin isn’t helping ease her nerves either. When she came to him with news of the brunch invite, she didn’t expect him to accept. In fact, Y/N hoped he’d fight her on it until they both eventually agreed on a polite note declining the invitation. 
“Yes”, Paul answers almost instantly, eagerly even. 
“Yes?”
“Mhmm”, he spits out the toothpaste foam, opening the faucet. “Did you expect a different answer or something?” 
Snorting, she shakes her head slowly. “No?”
Washing off the remains of toothpaste from the sink, Paul closes the tap and wipes his mouth with a towel. “Is that a yes or a no?” Flashing his freshly cleaned pearly whites, Paul raises his brows at the way her heart skipped a beat from such a simple, everyday thing. It’s an ego boost to have her heart’s confirmation she truly does love him.
Frowning, she pouts. “I don’t understand. I thought you didn’t like the Cullens?” 
Heading back to the bedroom, Paul runs his fingers through his damp hair. “No. Not really. Their smell is a bit difficult to stand, but we’re good.”
“Since when?!”
“Since the almost battle that never happened”, Paul reminds her.
Swallowing thickly, Y/N sits on the bed, giving Paul a quick look over before setting her gaze back on his shit-eating grin. He knows exactly what he’s doing to her and he’s reveling in it.
“You mean the almost battle in which one of the Cullens said you’d have died? That one?”
Paul’s smile disappears as he nods curtly. “But it didn’t happen and I’m here.”
“Yes, but it makes me anxious, okay? You being around them, especially if the Volturi are setting their sights on them again…just feels dangerous.”
“For you”, Paul reminds her. “I’m not the one we have to worry about.”
“So why are we accepting this invite?”
Sighing, Paul kneels before her, his hands resting on her thighs firmly. “Because if there’s a shit-storm coming our way, it will come with or without their presence. This way we have a powerful ally that can help.”
“Or they’re the catalyst of everything you’ve been so terrified of”, she argues.
“Our lands have always drawn the supernatural. If it’s not them, something else would be a catalyst and I feel safer knowing they’re closer to us.”
Furrowing her eyebrows, she bites her lower lip. “Because if I do get mortally wounded, they’d be there to turn me into one of their own?”
“I didn’t say that”, Paul states firmly. 
“I already told you I don’t want to be a vampire”, Y/N presses her lips in a thin line. 
“And I didn’t say I’d do anything to disrespect your wishes.”
“I can see it in your eyes, Paul. I might not be able to listen to your heartbeat or sense your pheromones or whatever you do to figure me out, but your eyes are incapable of lying.” Rubbing her nose, she looks away. There’s a lump building at the back of her throat and she feels like she’s losing her mind, but she can’t stop thinking turning her into a vampire would be the worst idea Paul’s ever had. 
But Paul doesn’t want to lose her. He doesn’t want to wake up without her by his side nor go to bed knowing she’s not following soon behind. He needs more time, a lifetime. How can she hear him cry when he dreams of her death and not choose to do anything to prevent inflicting that pain on him? 
“Alright, I was considering it,” Paul admits, shamefully lowering his gaze as she turns her eyes onto him once more. “I don’t want to do something you’re against, but I am begging you to at least not be so definitive about it.” 
“I don’t want to hurt you”, she whimpers. “But every cell in my body is quivering with the mere thought of agreeing to it.”
“At least think about it? Ask Bella and the rest of them about how it was for them and then make a choice. I’ll respect it, but only if you do this for me. Please do this for me”, Paul begs, his eyes brimming with tears, crumbling to pieces in front of her and she can’t ignore it.
“Ok”, she swallows the lump at the back of her throat but a new one forms, quickly replacing it.
“OK?”
Nodding, she manages a meek smile for his benefit. “We can go and I’ll talk to them and I won’t hastily disagree anymore.”
Walking across the porch to the front door, Y/N grips Paul’s hand tighter. She doesn’t get a chance to knock as the door swings open and Jacob’s grin meets her. 
“Thought you’d turn around and run”, he cackles before stealing Y/N away from Paul.
Wide-eyed she looks to her imprint as Jacob’s arms wrap around her, half hugging and half carrying her into the house.
Once her feet find the ground once again, she turns around only to find a group of deathly pale people staring at her intently. They’re smiling, but despite the alluring tone their welcoming smiles are meant to set, it sends chills down Y/N’s spine.
Intimidating isn't the right word for how she'd describe the sight before her. While Renesmee possesses an inhuman beauty, it cannot compare to the rest of her family. She only ever saw Edward in passing, once, and that was enough to suspect him of being a genetically engineered specimen, now she knows the truth to be far more sinister. 
Frightening is a better term to use, like standing in front of art come to life, as if the greatest of ancient sculptures have gained consciousness and a thirst for blood.
'They drink animal blood', Y/N reminds herself. 'But nothing stops them from changing their mind at any moment. I certainly can't and Paul would die trying.'
Noticing Edward's eyebrows furrow, she purses her lips. 
'You're the mind reader', she nods curtly. He returns the gesture with a slight smile. 
"Welcome", a petite woman with caramel brown hair and a kind smile greets them, gently shaking Y/N’s hand moments after peeling away from the handsome, very tall blond-haired man standing in the front of the group. 
Gulping, Y/N feels her heart skip a beat with the sudden movement and cold touch. It’s like shaking hands with marble floors, yet the woman’s smile is warmer than her touch. Despite it, Y/N can’t help the way her entire body tenses up, clenching her jaw to stop her lips from trembling in fear.
“I think we should give our guest time to adjust”, the man places his hand on the kind woman’s shoulder and she steps back. 
Esme and Carlisle from what Y/N can remember. No one showed her photos, but Jacob and Paul had an abundance of choice words describing the family to prepare her…Well, they did a shit job. No one prepared her for how stuffy the air is nor how all of her primal instincts are screaming at her to run and hide, indicating danger.
‘Carlisle is a doctor too and Paul said he’s a good man’, she notes as she feels a wave of calm wash over her. Furrowing her brows, she glances at Paul. “I feel weird”, she says quietly, forgetting everyone else can hear her. 
“That’s probably Jasper”, Bella smirks as she looks toward the guy on her left. He’s tall, as well, probably a foot taller than Y/N and his honey-blond hair is longer, neatly pulled back to fully reveal his pale face. Somehow his golden eyes are lighter, and more prominent than others, reminding her of honey in the sunshine. “He can manipulate emotions”, Bella explains.
Pursing her lips, Y/N nods. “Do you do that on purpose or is it like a reflex where certain emotions violently affect you and you’re forced to react to ease it for your own sanity?”
Raising his brows, Jasper’s lopsided smile lights up his face. He’s probably the most handsome of them all when he smiles, Y/N decides while thanking God Paul can’t read her mind. 
“Both, I suppose,” Jasper answers, his voice laced with a subtle Southern accent. “I can stop”, he offers sweetly.
“I actually appreciate it”, Y/N smiles lightly. “Truth be told I’m nervous as hell and perhaps scared to a degree. I’ve gotten used to fur and claws, but this is a whole other thing.”
“I felt the same way”, Jacob reassures her. “But you’re safe here.”
“The only one who didn’t feel that way is Bella, but she’s always been a little out there”, the large man with a Barbie on his arm snickers before giving Y/N a playful wave. “We get it...Just don’t bleed in the house and you’ll probably walk away with a full belly and no incidents.”
“Emmett!” Bella warns, her eyes narrowing at the burly man who simply shrugs before smiling at Y/N, showing his dimples.
‘How does a vampire even have dimples?!’
“I’m being honest, which I’m sure you prefer.” Giving Y/N a pointed look, his smile widens.
Nodding once, Y/N blinks fast. Biting her lip, she looks at Jasper. “I might need to stay closer to you today. Is there a perimeter in which you operate or can you manipulate emotions anywhere in the house?”
Barking out a laugh, Emmett places a hand over his chest. “She thinks you’re an emotional Wi-Fi router!”
Blush adorns Y/N’s cheeks as embarrassment floods her senses only to find it dispersed as quickly as Emmett caused it. “Thank you”, she mouths to Jasper before looking at the only two she hasn’t spoken to.
“You’re Rosalie”, Y/N focuses on the astonishing woman by Emmett. Her wavy blonde hair is fixed up in a bun, revealing her long, elegant neck and her golden eyes are slightly darker than the rest of the family, making Y/N slightly more nervous. 
“And you’re Y/N”, Rosalie forces a smile. “Who hasn’t eaten all day, right?” Raising her perfectly arched eyebrows, Rosalie glances at Paul who nods eagerly.
“As promised, she had nothing to eat. Not even breakfast.” Paul grins, resting his hands on Y/N’s shoulders for support. He’s aware she’s probably freaking out now, but his best chance at convincing her to stay is to let the Cullens do what they do best: schmooze her into loving them as they did with most of the pack. 
Finally, Y/N redirects her gaze to the only one of the bunch who she can feel taller than. “Alice, I presume”, she says with a cautious smile as the vampire’s big eyes widen in excitement. 
“You’d be right”, Alice heads toward her but pauses when Y/N releases a quiet, barely audible gasp. “Sorry, I forgot to slow down”, she giggles. “I do that sometimes, but I’m harmless. Just ask Bella!”
Making eye contact with Bella who chuckles, Y/N sighs. “Friend shaped...got it!” Leaning into Paul, Y/N licks her lips wondering if she should ask outright or wait till they’ve eaten. “So, you can see the future, huh?”
‘Patience was never my stronger suit.’
“Versions of the future”, Alice confirms. “It’s always changing as every decision made affects the outcome.”
Swallowing thickly, Y/N looks up over her shoulder to find Paul’s closed his eyes. He’s afraid. No matter what Alice says or what Y/N agrees to, he’s deathly afraid of the future and it pains her to see him so defeated. A man so brave is now brought to his knees and she can’t figure out how to tell him that turning her into a vampire will bring them no good. Isn’t it better to remember her fondly when she’s gone than to watch her become a bloodthirsty creature who won’t yearn for him or enjoy his presence? She won’t be who she was anymore, she won’t be the woman he loves now.
“I’d like to talk more about it once we eat the delicious food you guys prepared.” Y/N forces a somewhat genuine smile, deciding it would be better if Paul isn’t present when she speaks to Alice or any of them. “It smells like heaven and I’m famished thanks to Paul.”
Snorting, Paul pecks her temple. “You love me anyway.”
Cupping his cheek, Y/N’s smile softens. “It’s a burden I have to carry”, she remarks before walking toward Esme.
Esme lights up as she realizes Y/N’s already warming up to her, seeing her as less of a danger. 
“I’m sorry for my apprehension and I would like to thank you and Carlisle for having us over.”
“It’s our pleasure.” Esme gestures toward the kitchen, “We prepared a lot of food. Jacob usually eats most of it, so we had to account for two wolves today.”
Chuckling, Y/N nods, allowing Esme to lead her inside. “It’s such a hassle, I agree. No matter how much food I bring into the house, it’s all gone by the next day! I’m going bankrupt feeding Paul!”
While Y/N walked inside with a much more relaxed and positive attitude, Paul remained in the hall. Jacob and Edward hang back with him, watching as everyone poured into the kitchen to help set up the table. 
“What’s the situation”, Paul asks Edward.
“She’s having a hard time accepting all of this”, he replies. “Y/N strongly believes it would be a mistake if she turns.”
“Can you get more specific?” Jacob raises his brows. “If Paul’s to find a way to convince her, we need specifics.”
“Are you sure you want that to happen”, Edward asks quietly. “This won’t be like Bella. If anything, she might be more of a Jasper.”
“Why would you think that?” Paul frowns.
“Anxiety and depression lurking in her mind make her less emotionally stable, it could make her prone to a lot more mistakes when she turns,” Edward explains.
Paul shakes his head vehemently. “Didn’t you say being a vampire heals everything?”
“Sometimes a fractured mind is just that, a fractured mind”, Edward glances at Y/N carrying a few napkins. “She worries she won’t be the same. That she’ll be lost in her thirst for blood and that if she dies your imprint bond would break.”
“Even if it breaks, I’d still fucking love her”, Paul retorts quickly. “I loved her before the bond, I know I’d love her even if it broke.”
“But would she love you?”
Edward’s question brings chills down Paul’s spine. Truth is, he can’t be certain. She says she cared for him before the imprinting, but most of what he got from her was hate. All his life he believed Y/N Y/L/N hates his guts and would sell him out for a light breeze on a sunny day. Never before had it actually occurred to Paul that maybe the feelings Y/N has for him twisted her memories and feelings in a way that would bind her to him. She might believe she loved him before, but all those confessions came in conversations after imprinting. 
His love for Y/N has always been real, but he can’t be sure it’s the same for her.
Can he risk that?
Will he put their love to the test?
Yes.
Because even if he doesn’t like the answer, at least she’ll be alive. Y/N will have a chance to find happiness without Paul in the picture. And he’ll watch, cheer for her if necessary. He can’t be selfish with his heart – with his Y/N. 
“I just want her to live”, Paul sighs. “Nothing else matters to me.”
“Paul”, Jacob starts but one look from Paul shuts him up.
“We have to convince her or she’ll die and we will spend whatever time we have left wondering if we did enough to save her life. I can’t live like that. Can you?”
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PART 27
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gaysindistress · 5 months
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Van Helsing Retold - six
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, violence, blood, vampire antics
Word count: 2.4K
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My mother flinches when I say the title that she has probably never heard and it sends a a ripple of hurt through me. She’s here. She’s alive. She…she’s alive and yet she left me with the Guild. She left me. My lungs feel like they’ve been ripped from my body and in their place is a gaping hole that my chest squeezes around, trying to keep itself alive. Sam’s hand darts out and wraps itself around my bicep before I can stumble forward towards her. Another wave of shock and fear rolls in, Bucky’s emotions to be exact.
“I feel like a test of your love is fitting, don’t you?” Steve’s voice cracks through my shock, “I’ll let one of them go if you complete the turning process.”
The moment the words leave his mouth, Bucky crumbles to the ground beside Steve as a result of another vampire jabbing him with a cattle prod. I gasp in pain and crumble too as I watch him fall and Sam grunts in protest from being caught off guard.
“What do you mean complete the turning process?” I manage to gasp out and Steve’s sharp gaze cuts to me and then to my infected hand.
“I can practically hear the venom crying out to be feed,” he casually states as he looks between Bucky, my mom, John, and myself, “so who will it be, Y/N Van Helsing? Your mother who you thought tragically died when you were an infant, the Guild Master who’s hopelessly in love with you, or the vampire that has a soft spot for you?
Bucky growls but is forced to the ground again with another stinging zap of the prod. John makes a noise too but my focus is entirely on Bucky. How could Steve have known? I go over every little memory that I can manage, desperately searching for anything that might explain how he could possibly know. Bucky’s noises of protest are growing weaker, spurring me to look even harder when it hits me; Steve didn’t say that we were mates.
He doesn’t know. He only thinks that Bucky has taken a liking to me but he doesn’t know about our bond and that is something that I can use to my advantage.
I gently push off of Sam and do a mental check of my body; my hand is throbbing now due to the nearby blood but the vial that Bucky had given me earlier is still tucked into my sleeve. Straightening my back and squaring my shoulders, I lock eyes with Steve as I start my negotiations, “If I turn…”
Bucky cuts me off with a pained groan that sounds like he’s trying to say no but the electricity from the prod drowns it out. I force myself to keep my eyes on Steve and I continue, “If I turn, you will let both John and my mom go.”
Steve gives me a bored look and I offer up another condition to sweeten the pot, “And I’ll kill Bucky. Save you the trouble.”
That earns another pained groan and a deep, blood curdling laugh from Steve.
“You’d kill him for me?” Steve asks as he breaks our stare to look down at Bucky. He crouches to his level and disgust drips from his voice, “Did you hear that? She said she would kill you herself if I let the other two go.”
Sam grabs ahold of my elbow and jerks me back, “What the fuck?”
I don’t look at him while I pull the vial from my pocket and tuck it into my fist. Sam curses under his breath when he sees the flash of glass and blood, “what’s the plan?”
“I’ll take him out while you get my mom and John.”
It’s not lost on him that I didn’t mention Bucky and he squeezes my elbow, wordlessly asking me about him. I shoot him a pointed look over my shoulder and he drops my arm. The meaning behind my look is not exactly reassuring or clear, for that matter, but either way, he knows better than to question me. He’s always trusted my judgement and he has no choice but to do the same now.
Steve stands up and claps his hands together before making a show of presenting my mom and John to me, “Go on then Van Helsing. Feed and complete your transition.”
“I don’t suppose you have blood bags laying around?” I ask him while coming to stand before them.
“Fresh is always better,” he winks at me as I fight the urge to scoff at him. The transition doesn’t require more than a drop of human blood but new vampires are known to be violent and implusive. They can’t stop the moment the blood touches their lips and no matter the amount of self control I have now, I know I’ll fall victim to the blood lust if I’m not careful.
I stop in front of John and my mom and look between them as I stall, pretending to struggle in my decision about who to feed from. Bucky is telling me to choose John through the tidal waves of anger and hatred that break across our bond and without a second thought, I do take a half step towards him. His shock is written plainly on his face albeit difficult to see behind the blood and swelling. Of course, he would think so highly of himself as to believe that I might actually feed from my mom over him. However I don’t know her and therefore can’t trust her to keep quiet as I let the vial of Bucky’s blood slip into my hand and kneel in front of him. His eyes flicker to my hand and I quickly whisper for him to look at Sam. The gentle command will seem like evidence of whatever love Steve thinks I have for John but it’s to keep him from growing suspicious and demanding to see what’s in my hand.
I take John’s wrist in my other hand, whispering to him the plan, “On my word, take my mom and run.”
“I’m not doing that Y/N. I’m not leaving you here to get yourself killed,” he hisses and tries to jerk his wrist away. My infected hand, the one that’s wrapped around it, tighthens its grip with a new strength that I can only assume came from the venom. He hisses again although in pain this time and if he had more strengthen himself, he would’ve tried a second time to break free.
Steve’s patience is beginning to wear thin and he demands for me to get a move on it before he slits both of their throats.
“Please,” is the last thing I whisper to John before yanking the cap off of the vial and bringing it my lips but it seems that I’m not fast enough. Steve lets out a monstrous roar as he launches himself at me and rips me back with a fistful of my hair. My hands fly back to try to claw his away as Bucky and I let groans of pain out at the same time. John tries to pull my back but another vampire has grabbed him and as well as my mom.
The sound of glass shattering draws everyone’s attention to the small pool of blood on the ground between John and me. No one makes a sounds as confusion takes ahold but Steve’s grip grows tighter when the realization hits him. Sam curses under his breath from behind us when Steve yanks me to my feet. Moving his hand to wrap around my neck, he pins my back to his chest and his scruff scratches against my cheek as he speaks lowly into my ear, “Whose blood does that belong to, Van Helsing? What vampire was stupid enough to infect you without seeing you through the turn?”
When I don’t answer right away, he squeezes tighter and tighter until I’m tearing at his hands to pull him away. He demands me to answer his question before repeating it.
“Your wife,” my voice comes out in the form of a squeak but he hears me regardless.
“My wife?”
“S…She spit on me as…,” I stammer through the weight of Steve’s grip on my neck, “as… I shot a stake through…her heart.”
He doesn’t make any sudden movements like I had expected and chuckles instead, “So you were the one who killed my mate?”
“Yes and I would do it again.”
He sniffs the air for a moment and then tightens his grip once more as he lays eyes on Bucky who is still crouching on the ground. The vampire behind him has the cattle prod shoved into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, awaiting any chance to shock my mate.
“Do you know what my favorite part of the transition is?” he whispers without waiting for my answer, “My favorite part is that you can still be persuaded. You’re not quite human, not quite vampire which makes you to the most dangerous and perfect weapon I can think of.”
“No,” I mummer in disbelief and he finds great pleasure in that.
“What was that Van Helsing?” he spins me around so that I’m facing him and he forces me to make eye contant with him.
“No,” I whisper louder and it spurs him to gesture to the vampire holding John. The vampire jerks my Guild Master forward and when he is within arm’s reach, Steve swipes some blood form his face with his thumb. I struggle against him, using my nails to tear at his hand and fight as much as I can but it’s no use. I’m not strong enough to get him off of me and the venom is slowly draining whatever strength I do have.
“Whose blood was in that vial?”
The unwelcome familiar wave of complacency overcomes me as I mindlessly answer him, “Bucky’s.”
“Bucky’s?” he parrots with mock shock, “Is he your mate?”
“Yes,” I whisper before he forces my mouth open and wipes John’s blood onto my tongue. A bitter coppery taste fills my mouth and not soon after, a dry thirst follows. It feels as though my body has become immediately addicted to it and it’s been 30 seconds too long since I’ve had my last fix.
“Kill him.”
My body obeys and my mind fades to black as to save me from remembering my next actions.
The transition must have completed itself or completed enough that I get the pleasure of witnessing my chaos because I’m self aware again. Barely but I’m in control of myself again which is more than before. A broken voice from under me catches my attention and I look down as it calls to me again.
“It’s okay.”
I stare with a wild look in my eye at the hard body beneath me. I can hear every movement inside of his body. I can hear every shallow move of his chest and how the nerves in his back are screaming from being pressed into the hard floor. I can hear his lashes as they flutter against the top of his cheek. I can hear the tears that slip down the side of his face and how they splatter on the ground. I can hear as his body starts to accept its fate and it slows.
“It’s okay.”
I can hear the air being pushed from his lungs to his lips as his speaks.
“It’s okay.”
When my eyes finally focus, all I see is the beaten and bloody face of my mate laying under me. The knife I’m holding is pressing into the soft skin of his throat while thin black lines of blood mix with his tears.
“Bucky,” is all I manage to choke out.
His eyes open and even though, he is dying, he still smiles at me.
“Y/n,” he whispers back, “there you are.”
“I can’t…i can’t.”
“I know and it’s okay,” he tells me as my hand presses the knife harder against my will.
“It’s not. It’s not,” I ramble, trying to force my hand to move but stays put, “It’s not fucking okay.”
“When I found you but couldn’t have you and all I had was my dreams, I didn’t care what you were doing. Only that you were with me,” he tells me, “even if you were trying to kill me.”
He lets out a sad chuckle, “it’s ironic that this is how it ends for me.”
My tears start to blur my vision and he gently wipes them away for me, “i wish we could’ve had more time, Y/N. Then I would’ve got the chance to tell you how in love with you I am.”
“Fuck,” i scream.
My knife presses harder. It’s met with little resistance.
“I love you too.”
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The turning process didn’t hurt but it wasn’t pleasant. I was hyper aware of every little thing and i became so over stimulated that i threatened to cut my own ears off if Sam didn’t stop breathing so hard.
I think the hardest part was not having Bucky there with me, to guide me, to comfort me, to love me when I couldn’t love myself for becoming what I’d hated for so long.
Sam could only do so much and with no other friendly vamps handy, all I had was myself and the unconscious body of my mate to attend to, a distraction from the burning bond in my chest.
A startled gasp yanks me from my sleep and I blink frantically as my eyes adjust to the lights. Bucky is sitting straight up in the makeshift cot Sam and I scrounged together. He’s looking around the room, taking in his surroundings as he comes to the realization that he’s alive.
“Took you long enough,” I tease him while standing and moving to sit on the bed’s edge.
“Y/N?”
“Bucky.”
He throws himself at me, pulling me into the most bone crushing hug he can manage in his weakened state. Burying his face in my neck, Bucky takes deep breaths in and his body shudders when it recognizes me. I wrap my arms around him too and we stay like this for a while. I’m not sure how long but it’ll never be long enough.
Eternity would not be long enough but luckily we have it so we can at least try.
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valeskafics · 1 year
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"You Were Mine, You Are Mine" - Vampire!Aemond x Reader Modern AU, Part 2 of 2
Part 1 HERE
Summary: Spending the night in an abandoned, haunted house tends to have unexpected consequences.
TW: profanity, innuendo, aemond creeping
Word Count: 1,822 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Tag List: @dothrckis @tinykryptonitewerewolf @a-beaverhausen @landlockedmermaid77
“No,” Aemond coos, wiping the tears that fall freely from your eyes, “From the moment you entered my mansion, you were mine. You are mine.”
You stare at Aemond in horror as he gets out of the car. You open your door and start running as fast as you can, but suddenly, he appears in front of you.
“What part of my being a vampire do you not understand, Y/N?” Aemond asks, slightly amused at your feeble escape attempt.
You stare at him, terrified, “Are you going to kill me now?”
Aemond looks genuinely confused, “Kill you?”
“Just don’t,” you pause, “Don’t do anything to my face? My mom, she,” you swallow, “I don’t want her to see me like that.”
You close your eyes and wait for him to drain you or snap your neck or whatever the hell it is he’s planning on doing.
“Did you not listen to a word I said?” Aemond speaks, softly, cupping your face in his hands, “You are mine. Why would I wish to kill you? I love you.”
Your eyes fly open to stare at him in surprise. That can’t be possible. He’s just trying to lull you into a false sense of security, right? Why would a vampire want to be with a human? It’s ridiculous-
“My love,” he says, your face still in his hands, “You are standing here before me and yet your eyes are a hundred miles away.”
You focus back on him, opening your mouth to speak, but the words refuse to come out. Aemond gently leads you toward the house, the one where you spent the night all those weeks ago.
“You were here,” you whisper, “I knew someone was here, watching me.”
“I assure you, I did not mean to scare you,” Aemond’s voice remains soft, gentle as he leads you into the main bedroom, “I was simply enchanted by you from the moment I saw you.”
This breaks the spell he has over you and you begin laughing, “Enchanted? By me? Geez, you must have not seen any humans in a long time.”
He frowns, “I do not know why you speak of yourself so flippantly. To be quite honest, it offends me.”
You scoff, “Listen, I know what this is. I’m hallucinating. You already killed me outside. Now I’m just in those last few minutes where you don’t know if you’re dead or alive and your brain starts coming up with all kinds of crazy shit-”
“Damn it, why won’t you listen to me?” Aemond snarls, “Do not treat my affection for you as if it is some joke. This is real. I am real, as are you. Now, I have taken the liberty of procuring some clothing in your size. Please meet me downstairs.”
You frown slightly as you look down at your clothes. Baggy sweatpants, a tee shirt, and sneakers.
“What’s wrong with my-”
But when you look up, he’s gone.
You look at the dresses he’s left in a closet for you, running your fingers over them. They’re all made of the finest lace, silk, satin. And all in your size. You end up picking a blood red one with a deep neckline. Might as well go with the theme if you’re going to die anyway.
You go downstairs and see Aemond waiting for you. He looks up at you and speaks.
“If I still had any breath in my lungs, you would have taken it away.”
You give him an incredulous look, “Seriously? I feel like a clown.”
He smiles at you softly, “I think you look like a princess.”
You smile back in spite of yourself. Aemond offers you his arm and you take it. To be honest, other than being a vampire, he hasn’t given you a reason to completely distrust him yet. These last few weeks that you’ve gotten to know him, he’s been nothing short of a gentleman.
He leads you to the dining table, where there are a variety of delicacies and fancy foods laid out. You look at him, surprised.
“You eat people food?”
Aemond chuckles, “No, this is for you.”
You form an o with your mouth, “I see.”
Well, you are hungry, so you eat while he tells you the real story of his life. Being cast out by his family, his clan, after losing his eye. His centuries wandering alone. He tells you, apologetically, about drinking from your wrist. You vaguely remember the two puncture wounds that you’d woken up with.
“I thought it was a mosquito,” you mumble.
He laughs, “A very large one.”
You actually let out a genuine laugh. Aemond beams at you as you do, his fangs showing. You can’t help but think he looks beautiful.
You think of the past few weeks you’ve spent, becoming his friend, even if it was under false pretenses. And you realize.
You fell for him too. The tall, handsome boy from your class. The one who risked his life, his secret, to come find you.
When you’re done eating, you approach him, taking the seat beside him, “Aemond, would you be able to,” you pause, swallowing thickly, “Have a physical relationship with a human?”
He raises an eyebrow, smirking, “You wish to have physical relations with me?”
You scowl, “Are you really going to make me say it?”
Aemond laughs, “Yes, we can have physical relations, sweet Y/N.”
You immediately press your lips to Aemond’s, surprising him before he relaxes into the kiss, pulling you closer. You feel the tips of his fangs against you and run your tongue over them, making him moan aloud. Suddenly, you’re back in the main bedroom, lying down on the bed, with him on top of you.
Sensing your confusion, Aemond pulls back and smiles, “Vampire trick.”
“Nice.”
He kisses you again, hands running down your waist. He sits up to remove his shirt, making your eyes widen at how toned he is.
“You’re in good shape for such an old man.”
He throws his head back and laughs before leaning back down to kiss your neck. You feel him tense as his lips pass over your pulse point. Sensing his distress, you pull him back to your lips.
He moves his hands under the skirt of your dress to remove your underwear, exposing you to the cold night air. You shiver slightly, making Aemond grin.
“Do not fear, sweet girl, I’ll warm you up.”
He makes quick work of your dress and his pants. You stare at him, this ethereally beautiful supernatural creature.
And he wants you.
You pull him back down to your lips, “I want you to drink from me while you fuck me.”
He groans into your mouth at your words, “Your blood is addictive, what if I am not able to stop?”
You shake your head, “You will. I know you will.”
He moves his fingers down to slide between your legs, preparing you to take him. He pushes two fingers in and out, reveling at how warm you are while you shiver at how cold his touch is.
Cold, but exhilarating.
He pumps his fingers in and out of you at a pace that you know no human man could ever reach, making you whine and beg for him to go even faster, until you’re coming all over his hand. He chuckles, sucking your juices off of his fingers.
“Might even be better than the blood. Are you ready for me?”
You nod, “Please.”
He hovers over you, kissing you again, “And you’re sure you want this?” Aemond looks uncharacteristically vulnerable as he speaks, “You’re sure you want me?”
You nod vehemently, “Yes, Aemond, I,” you whisper against his lips, “I love you.”
He smiles widely before pressing a quick kiss to your lips and sliding his hard cock inside you. You throw your head back against the pillow, moaning his name.
“Oh my God, Aemond, more, please-”
He pulls out and slams into you again, making you scream, “Like this, my love?”
“Yes,” you cry out, “Fuck, oh my God, Aemond, I need you.”
He continues moving in and out of you at a pace so fast that you are able to do nothing but moan unintelligibly. The only word you know is “Aemond.”
As you near your peak, feeling that white hot fire in your stomach burning, Aemond leans down to your neck and whispers, “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” you nod, baring your neck to him.
And he bites you. But it isn’t painful at all, rather it’s the most intense pleasure you’ve felt in your entire life, like every single nerve ending in your body is alight, causing you to climax and squeeze so hard around his cock that he cums too..
Aemond drinks from you as you come down from both your highs, pulling away when he sees your eyes becoming drowsy.
You stare at him in awe, “That was amazing.”
He smiles at you, “I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you, Aemond.”
You lay there in silence, side by side, your hands intertwined.
The next morning, when you wake, the curtains are drawn. He did this so he would be able to be beside you when you wake up. You smile at the thought, turning to face him.
“Good morning, my love,” Aemond whispers, “How do you feel?”
“Sore,” you mumble, nuzzling into his chest, “But amazing.”
He chuckles, “I’m glad.”
After a moment, you ask him what’s been on your mind since the moment you realized you love him, “Will you make me like you?”
His jaw drops and he shakes his head, “No.”
“Please, Aemond,” you plead, “I want to be with you-”
“I won’t doom you to be like me,” he says, “Hiding in the shadows. Never seeing the sun.”
“I’ve had years of the sun,” you snap, “I want to be with you!”
“I won’t have you throw your life away for me,” he insists, “I didn’t bring you here for that.”
“Aemond,” you insist, holding his face in your hands, “We can still take our night classes together. Think about it. We can finish the school year and then we can travel the world, see everything!”
Aemond’s brow is furrowed, “Y/N, what if you regret it?”
“I would never regret you.”
He looks at you, admiring the determined expression on your face, “Think about it the rest of the day. We can spend it together. Then you can tell me if it’s still what you desire.”
And after the day is done, you ask him again.
This time, he does not refuse you.
And when you wake up, you wake up as a vampire, every color you see being brighter, every sound stronger, every smell sweeter.
And you look at him. Aemond.
“How do you feel?” Aemond asks, moving toward you, “Are you alright?”
You nod, moving your tongue to feel your fangs, accidentally cutting yourself, “This’ll take some getting used to.”
He chuckles, kissing you, “Well, we have quite a while for that.”
“Forever, actually,” you smirk.
“Forever,” Aemond nods, “I love you. I am yours, Y/N, for all time.”
“I love you too, Aemond, I’m yours. I always will be.”
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the-faceless-bride · 1 year
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Love me, love me not...
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Ahh and here we are the final chapter. It's a bit more focused on the boys and there will be two endings for you to choose from. Ngl I cried...
Tags: @thelostboysbutterfly @thelostone91 @charlizekkelly @star583 @poketnife69 @pinkchocolatcat @p1×1ebby @yor72 @mushrooms444 @bespinnn @patient1666074 @sharksarebeautiful @iloveslasher @shiningdyingmoon @vixen2383 @star583 @poisonprincess82 @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer
Tw: death, angry vampires, Marko 😔, blood, gore, alt ending...
<- part 3
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You sat on your bed, skimming through your book thinking about how things have gone the past few days...
The drift from the boys... The distraction with Micheal, that girl whatever her name was...
God... The thought of them being the way they were with you broke your heart...
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The boys all sat around Micheal, they had been messing with him all night.
A little payback for taking something they loved dearly... But took for granted...
They hated that they were gonna have to be brothers with this guy, they hated having to see him laugh with you when they spot you on the boardwalk, and made them want to rip their hair out watching you look around for him.
David told Marko to "get the bottle." While he stared down Micheal as Dwayne and Paul laughed at Micheal's gags as he spits out what he thought were maggots, Marko looked at David his doe eyes said all he needed to know.
Marko didn't want Micheal to be part of them, that was the last thing he wanted.
Last he saw Micheal was atop you reaching up your shirt with his tongue down your throat, but he didn't have a choice... David gives him a warning look, 'don't fuck this up...'
Marko huffs before walking away to get the blood, this sucks.
Not a moment later he hands the bottle to David; David started using his mind tricks to ease Micheal into drinking almost snapping at Star when she tried to intervene.
And just like that Micheal was on his way to being one of them.
The boys took advantage of his state running around him and shoving their shoulders into him, he didn't notice in that moment but he would feel those bruises tomorrow.
Paul paused his circling and placed a hand on Micheal's shoulders before questioning.
He asked about you and Micheal, which made everyone stop. All eyes were now on Micheal even Star was interested in the relationship between the boy she liked and the stranger the boys seemed to never stop talking about.
The boys weren't getting the answers they wanted, all Micheal would say were sluggish words of how you were fun and liked to go on rides and loved popcorn but the boys already knew all that.
But it was clear that Micheal had far too much blood to give them the answers they wanted...
Next time.
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A few days have passed by and Micheal had only gotten stranger as the days went on.
He got snappy with you, shit-talked his little brother and mom, and seemed to just always be tired when you hung out together.
You didn't fully know what was happening but you could take a guess and it hurt you.
They turned Micheal? Who they barely know... But it never crossed their mind to change you?
You felt a bit betrayed... Did you really mean that little to them?
You tried not to think about it for too long and try and help Micheal as he had been getting worse.
Last thing you needed was for Micheal to lose it and hurt his family or you.
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Micheal met with the boys in a secluded place on the beach where a party was taking place, this was the final step and he would be one of them.
The boys all looked between each other, this was their last chance to get answers before Max stepped in and forced them all into the vampire Brady bunch then they couldn't pick a fight to get answers without Max stepping in and that would just piss them all off.
They all taunted Micheal about his anger, his confusion, his hunger.
They all sprung into action attacking anything they saw, screams of agony and blood-curling screams were all that could be heard for miles.
Micheal had a battle with himself, he was hungry. So so hungry, but he couldn't do it.
He couldn't bring himself to hurt these poor unfortunate souls that had chosen the wrong night to party...
Michael looked up as the four bloodied boys stood over him,
"Be one of us, Micheal... You'll never grow old, never have to worry, sleep all day, and party all night." David offered, but Micheal only stared before shaking his head and David scoffed.
"You should be grateful we're offering this to you after you took what was ours..." David hissed with bitterness and Micheal looked confused, "what do you mean?" This made Dwayne huff in amusement at how dense Micheal really was and Paul rolled his eyes
And finally, it click.
Micheal said your name as if asking them if that was what they were referring to and by the way, they all tensed he was right.
"I don't know what you mean, they're cool but... We never did anything." Micheal tried explaining and that made Marko go red with anger "LIAR!"
Marko rush Micheal before any of the others could stop him, pushing Micheal to the dirty ground before getting in his face. Screaming incoherently about what he saw and how eager Micheal was and how willing you were.
"They stopped it! They didn't want to continue we didn't do anything!"
"SHUT UP!" Marko was full of conflicting emotions as were the other three, he felt so many things at the moment.
Relief, anger, denial, sadness, guilt, regret...
He was relieved you hadn't done anything with Micheal, he could finally stop having the dreadful thoughts of Micheal on top of you and pleasing you the way they had, angry that he wasn't patient and let his emotions get the better of him and didn't think rationally at the moment and he could've seen you stop and this could've been avoided, in denial that Micheal was telling the truth because if he was this was all his fault for not just waiting for a second longer instead of doubting your loyalty, sadness about how much he and the boys missed you and you missed out on so much valuable time together, guilt that he brought all his other lovers pain, regret that he and the others pushed you away instead of just... Talking to you...
Marko started heavily breathing and Paul rushed over to comfort the smaller Vampire... And Dwayne and David realized what was happening and let Micheal's words set in as they watched him run away...
What had they done?...
The boys all sat in the cave, Paul trying to calm down an overwhelmed and on the brink of tears Marko, Dwayne paced back and forth trying to think of a way to win you back and David sat in his wheelchair quietly.
David was at a loss for what to do, they had pushed you away. How would they come back to you from that?
Tell you that they felt threatened by Micheal and because Marko saw you and got upset we all questioned your loyalty but now we know you loved us as much as we loved you sorry doll?
No, that would only make them even bigger assholes...
The only thing he could think to do was just... Sit and explain everything to you... But how would they get to you without you just walking away from them after what they did to you...
"It's ok, let's just sleep on it and come up with a plan tomorrow. We can see them tomorrow." Paul said as he was trying to keep everything calm. He hated when his lovers were in distress, he just wanted to sleep and dream of you and them all snuggled together in your nest as you all did before...
They had slept in your nest a few times on particularly hard nights where they would all just hold each other telling the other that they were more than enough.
They hadn't touched or moved any of your stuff, it still smelled like you...
Yeah... Sleep on it... They could do that...
Little did they know... They had some visitors late in the day...
They all slept close to one another deep in a dream when suddenly they all woke up...
Blood... Blood everywhere.
Marko's screams were the only thing that could be heard echoing through the caves.
The boys felt as if the world had stopped...
They all jumped down to attack the younger boys who had staked Marko.
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They couldn't save him... It was day. They couldn't go out. if they had caught one of the pipsqueaks they could've given Marko the blood and he could heal but... They had nothing.
They had moved a very weak and slowly dying Marko to your nest, they had nothing to save him...
By the time night hit, Dwayne was riled up ready to track them all down, Paul was rocking himself back and forth in a corner of the cave and David was hungry for their blood...
After the three vampires left, Marko was left in your nest slowly losing consciousness thinking of the last things he did with his lovers... With you...
The boardwalk, the rides, the games, the heated late nights... The way he ignored you, the way he made you cry... This was his punishment, his last moments knowing that he was wrong... He was stupid... He was sorry... And he would never get to tell you...
He heard soft shuffling around him before two warm hands laid themselves on his cold porcelain face,
"Marko?" A soft voice called
The tears from Marko's eyes finally fell, he didnt knows if this was real... But if this was the only chance he was gonna get he was gonna take it, whether it was real or not...
"Baby? I-I'm so sorry... Im sorry, Im sorry, Imsorry, ImsorryImsorrysorrysorrysorr.."
💖forgive?💖 💔Move on?💔
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darling-i-read-it · 7 months
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Tea Kettle
Rupert Giles x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: literally nothing but smut, bj, unprotected smut, gray sweatpants (drooling)
Author’s Note: as always, smut is NOT my forte but i like to throw it out there every once in a while and he..id let him do things to me i wouldn’t confess to in church idk 
Requested: by anon, i would do anything for rupert giles smut😫
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
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“I don’t know, maybe you should both come out to the college and look?” 
Buffy’s voice was borderline pleading. You had gotten used to her strength and independence. It was rare that she wanted help so admittedly. You suspected an ulterior motive, but didn’t say anything about it immediately.
“We can be there by dinner if you think you need it,” you said, honestly. Giles was in the shower. You could hear the sound of the water hitting the bathroom tiles. The gentle movement of his body as the pressure shifted. “But I think you’re just getting used to college and you want some normalcy.” 
“I’m a big girl. If I felt that way, I would say it!” There was a beat of silence as you waited, toying with the phone chord. She let out a deep breath. “Willow has Oz. It’s weird!” 
“It’s your first night. You’re gonna be okay.” 
“If Giles had answered this phone call then he would already be in the car,” she complained. 
“He’s a pushover.”
“I know! That’s why I like him!” You both laughed gently. You wanted to be there for Buffy, your natural inclination was to go to her. She had been like a daughter to you through her high school years, despite the fact that you were mildly close in age. You just happened to graduate a couple of years before she did. But you knew the feeling of independence needed to come from allowing her to fly. She was a big girl. She could do it. 
“Buff.” She let out a soft sigh. “I’m not saying you’re on your own. I’m just saying you need some distance and some growth.”
“I’ve grown,” she pleaded. “I’ve killed a lot of people you know.”
“Vampires.”
“Potato potato.” 
“You’re a big girl and it isn’t going to hurt you to stay a night with Willow like a sleepover.” 
“God, you’re such a mom.” You snorted. The bathroom door opened. You craned your neck to the hallway from where you were sitting on the couch. Rupert was drying his hair, wearing gray sweatpants and a shirt. You raised an eyebrow. He didn’t notice, walking into the kitchen and fishing for the tea bags. 
“Have a good night's sleep Buff. If you still need us tomorrow, call.” “I will. Thank you.” She hung up the phone. You put your back on the receiver. 
“What did Buffy need?” Giles asked from the kitchen. His voice was smooth, the accent clear. He had sung some in the shower. It was a testament to how close he was with you. 
“She was feeling a little homesick,” you admitted. “She’s gonna be okay.” You turned your body completely, putting your arms up on the couch back. You watched him through the kitchen window, his back turned to you. You could see his arms defined as he started to pour some water into his tea kettle. You put your chin on your hands, admiring him. 
“We could’ve gone down to see her,” he said. 
“She needs space.” He shrugged and glanced back at you. He did a double take when he noticed the wide eyes you were giving him. 
“Are you alright?” 
“I’m fine. Admiring the view.” He chuckled nervously. No matter how long you had been together, he remained slightly flustered at your words. “When did you get those sweatpants?”
“I found them in my drawers when I cleaned them the other day.” He was still looking for a job after the library burnt down. He had plenty of time for house maintenance and random spring cleaning duties. “Why? Do you like them?” 
He came around the kitchen corner. You lifted your head up a bit and nodded, probably a little too eagerly. You reached your hand over the couch and nimbly grabbed at the chords on his pants. 
“They look nice,” you said, looking up at him. He raised an interested eyebrow. 
“I’ve just put the kettle on,” he told you, though his voice gave him away. Raspy, intrigued. 
“So?” you teased. He let out a shaky breath. 
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, dipping down to kiss you. You strained your neck to kiss him back, putting your hand around the nape of his neck. He completely succumbed to you, easily, without more complaint. It had been so long since Rupert had known a love like yours and he was so consumed by it that it almost hurt. Your mouth opened a bit, to give way for his tongue, which entered quickly. You let out a brief breath, pulling away and diving back in. Because he was still standing (though hunched), you had perfect access to his waist line. 
You slid your hands up his shirt, to the hem of his pants. He shuddered at your cold touch. His hair was still wet, dripping onto your face as you kissed. You gripped his pants, holding onto the top and slowly, slowly, moving them down. He groaned against your lips at the slow movements. Before you got too far, you stopped kissing him and sat up. He watched as you hopped over the couch so that you could properly get on your knees for him. 
He put his hand on your cheek, your jaw. You looked up at him. He turned on his heels so he was leaning against the couch. Your fingers were still on his pants, not daring to move them any lower. 
“Rupert,” you breathed.
“Hmm,” he moaned. “C’mon love,” he whispered. He put his other hand on yours. You tugged a bit, teasingly. He groaned. 
You finally pulled all the way down, his boxers and pants falling to his ankles. His dick sprang to life. You almost made a comment about how eager he was despite his age, but repressed it. You wanted him inside of you. 
You wrapped your lips around him, starting to bob your head without any more thought. You could hear his moaning and it only prompted you forward. He put his hand on the back of your head, bunched in your hair. You used his legs to sturdy yourself. 
“Good lord,” he muttered, head falling back. You went on like that for a couple of minutes, always impressed with his ability to last. When you finally came up for air you were covered in him. You looked up with doe eyes that drove him insane. “Get up here.” 
“Yes sir.” 
You stood up, ignoring the tingling in your knees. He helped you by placing you on the back of the couch. You held your hands around his cheeks, cupping them as he worked at your pants. Once he started he was always eager to get inside you. The words that slipped from his mouth were unintelligible and loving, rough but careful. 
You kicked your pants onto the floor. He put himself against you. He met your gaze. He looked at you with longing, lustful. You smiled loopily, your grip still on his cheeks. 
“Rupert, c’mon,” you muttered. He took your go ahead and shoved himself inside you, wet by your need. He put his head against your shoulder as he started to thrust, no thoughts given towards anything except his desire. Rupert had never been a quiet lover and his grunts proved it. You hung your head back, feeling as he moved inside every inch of you, each thrust long and hard. What he lacked in speed he had in stamina. 
You let out a yelp as he hit the right spot, your hair falling between the gaps of your back. You brought his face back up and kissed him, hungrily, his lips moving around by scarcely finding the right spot. It would’ve made you smile if you weren’t so tied up. 
“God,” he whispered, voice coming out desperately needy. Shaky. “I love you,” he groaned. The tension in your stomach grew as he kept hitting just the right spot. With each thrust you grew closer. “Are you close?” he asked. You nodded, quickly, forgetting to stop. 
“Is it okay-”
“Go ahead,” you grumbled. You didn’t want him to stop. You were on the pill. You pushed the danger aside and pulled him closer to you with your leg wrapped around his waist. 
His thrusts began to get sloppier but you hardly noticed, your own high coming over you. Your legs shook, gripping his body to keep you steady, in case you fell backwards onto the couch. He let out a long moan, indicating his own release. 
You let out a sigh, blissful. 
He stayed inside you, coming down. You hummed. 
“I’ll wear the pants more often,” he said, chuckling. Your laughter mixed in with his as the tea kettle started to whistle. You looked behind him and he followed your gaze, the laughter continuing. He moved out of you, the emptiness almost unbearable. “I’m going to get us something to wash us up,” he said. You nodded once. 
You pushed yourself off the couch and walked over to the kitchen. You took the kettle off the stove.
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justagalwhowrites · 9 months
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Lavender No Outbreak AU - Ch. 5
The Miller family grows. The final part of the Lavender No Outbreak AU, continued from Ch. 1-4 found on Tumblr here.
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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader
Warnings: Smut :), Some slurs (anti-LGBTQIA+ - they are immediately rebuked). No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+ only.
Length: 4.3k
Tuesday, September 14, 2021 
“Hey Doc?” Jess slid up beside you at the nurses station where you were reviewing charts. “That one kid from Boston is here for the trial? She’s that special case?” 
“Oh right,” you said. “God, thank you for reminding me. Swear I’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached this week, I’m just all over the map.” 
You’d been scrambling for weeks to get everything in place for the first clinical trial the hospital was facilitating since the COVID-19 pandemic. You hadn’t fully realized just how much the pandemic had taken out of you before that, just how much had changed. 
It was like you’d been in total crisis mode for a year, all the time. It had damn near fried your brain. You basically lived at the hospital. When you were home, you slept in the garage, where Joel had set up a cot and TV and a loveseat, too afraid of getting him or Evie sick to go in the house. You smiled at your husband and daughter through glass, wanting more than anything to just touch them. The second everyone was vaccinated, Joel held you for hours, clinging to you like a man at sea clings to a life raft. 
It was so hard, now, to do anything normal. Your mind kept scattering, trying to find the crisis that needed solving first before it could do anything like planning or building things out. Arranging the trial had been an uphill slog. 
“What’s this kid’s name again?” You asked. 
“Ellie,” she replied. “She’s a character, I think you’ll like her.” 
Jess knocked once on the door to the hospital room and opened it. Inside was a small girl, maybe 12, playing a video game on the TV. Something where she was shooting zombies. You smiled a little. She paused it. 
“Hi Ellie,” Jess smiled. “I wanted to introduce you to Dr. Miller, she’s going to be running your trial and the lead doctor on your case.” 
“Hi Ellie,” you smiled. She looked you up and down. 
“Hi,” she said. “So you’re the one who’s going to go poking around with my blood and junk?” 
“Yup,” you popped the p. “We’re going to run some tests, steal as much blood of yours as we can to feed the vampires in the basement, and then hopefully get you so that you’re not coming in and dealing with people like me quite so much. Sound good?” 
She considered you seriously. 
“You really think you can make a difference?” She asked. “Because going to the hospital all the time is kind of bullshit.” 
You laughed a little. 
“Yeah, that must get old real quick,” you said. “And it’s probably not fun having to give up your blood and stuff all the time, huh?” 
“Yeah, that part really sucks,” she slumped back in her pillows.
You frowned, getting the sense that she wanted to say something else. 
“Want to tell me all the stuff that sucks about it?” You asked, coming and sitting on the edge of her bed. “I might be able to help.” 
“Can you help find me parents who will deal with taking me to the hospital all the time if this doesn’t work?” She asked. “Because I’m pretty sure having a broken kid is a deal breaker when the people who want to adopt someone start shopping around.” 
Your heart broke a little in that moment. Her face was hard, her small chin jutting out defiantly, but she was hurting. You knew she was.
“Well if they wouldn’t take care of you when you’re not feeling well, they’re not the kinds of parents you’d want anyway,” you said. 
“How would you know?” She muttered. 
“I don’t have parents either,” you shrugged. She looked at you, skeptical. “And not just because I’m old. I never had parents, my dad left before I was born and my mom left two months after she had me. It sucks, I get it. 
“But trust me, there are a lot of parents I see in here who are good and a lot who aren’t. And the not good ones? It’s better to have no parents than them,” you said. “So really, you just have built in protection. Immunity from the extra crappy parents.” 
She laughed once. 
“Maybe I should keep the screwed up blood then,” she said. 
“Nah, think we’ll fix that,” you said. “Make sure you’re all set and ready to take it easy once you’re a grown up. Just give all the potential parents a really tough questionnaire. See if you can trip them up. You seem smart, I think you can weed them out with enough practice. OK?” 
“OK,” she half smiled at you. 
The rest of the day went by and your mind kept drifting back to Ellie. You grabbed Jess on her way down to the cafeteria. 
“Hey,” you said quickly. “Ellie, where is she staying while she’s here for the trial?” 
“One of the group homes,” she said. “It’s not ideal but it’s the only arrangement we could come up with and the trial would be really good for her…” 
You nodded slowly and thanked her before ducking outside and calling Joel. 
“Hey Baby,” he answered. You were almost surprised. His contracting business had picked up quite a bit in recent years and he spent most of his days running from job site to job site to manage progress. He couldn’t always answer the phone on the job.
“I know you’re busy so I’ll make it quick,” you said. “How would you feel about becoming foster parents?” 
Tuesday, October 5, 2021 
You got your third daughter for your 43rd birthday. 
Jess had helped speed you and Joel through the process to get approved to take her home, Sarah almost strangely OK with you dismantling her old room to make it something Ellie would like, excited about getting her new sister.
You’d given Ellie your tablet one day during lunch, letting her go on Amazon and pick out bedding and decorations for her room. You’d had to transfer care for her to another doctor - though she still got to stick with the trial - but it was worth it. 
She and Joel became such fast friends it almost made your head spin. You introduced the two one day when he came by to meet you for lunch. Ellie was playing her zombie game and he asked if he could join in. 
“Don’t want you dragging my stats down,” she said. 
“Think I can keep up,” he replied. She looked skeptical but handed him the second controller, anyway. Joel, you were happy to say, did surprisingly well. He even tallied more kills than Ellie did. 
“No way,” she said. “We’re trading controllers, mine doesn’t work right.” 
“Tellin’ ya,” he said. “Nothin’ to do with the controller and everything to do with how you handle the scenario…” 
He traded controllers anyway. He bested her a second time, shrugging with a slight smile. 
“You dick!” She laughed. He laughed back. 
When you left the room he put his hands in his back pockets and sighed. 
“Can’t let her go to a group home,” he said. “Just throw her in the car and bring ‘er home, fuck the rules.” 
You kissed him, not sure you’d ever loved him more. 
“Oh cool, you didn’t say you had a pool!” She ran to the sliding glass door, pressing her nose against it before looking back at you. “Can you teach me to swim?” 
“Sure,” you smiled. “Might be a little cold to now but…” 
“Think I can handle it,” she replied. 
You showed her around the house, introduced her to Evie, left her to settle into her room and sat next to Joel on the couch. 
“Happy birthday, Baby,” he kissed your temple. “Been a good one?” 
“Oh cool!” Ellie stuck her head into the hall. “There’s a freaking telescope in here?” 
She ran back into her room. 
You smiled.
“Pretty damn good.” 
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Tuesday, August 29, 2023 
Joel wasn’t exactly thrilled to get a call from Ellie’s school when they’d barely been back a week. 
“Mr. Miller,” the woman on the phone said. “I’m afraid we couldn’t reach your wife but Ellie has been fighting at school…” 
“On my way,” he replied, yelling instructions to Tommy as he jogged to his truck. 
He wasn’t quite sure what to do here. Sarah and Evie had hardly been scrappy girls. Sure, they had some behavioral issues here and there - Evie got into the bad habit of sneaking out of the house her senior year of high school, something that worried both you and Joel to no end. 
But neither of them had ever thrown a punch. 
At least, as far as he knew. 
Ellie, strangely, was more like him than either of his biological daughters. He saw it when she played her video games, the way she got worked up and invested in them. He saw it when she noticed some kind of injustice and stomped off to try to handle it herself, resorting almost immediately to physical solutions instead of trying to talk it out. Joel understood her better than you did. 
But even though Ellie was on the scrappy side, he doubted she’d have started hitting someone unless she had a damn good reason. He just needed to figure out what it was. 
You pulled into the parking lot behind him, parking alongside his truck. 
“Hey Baby,” he pulled you in for a quick kiss. “They said they couldn’t reach you.” 
“Yeah, I was closing when they called,” you replied. “I got the message only a few minutes later and just got changed and ran over… There has to be a reason, right? I mean, Ellie is Ellie but she wouldn’t hit someone without a damn good reason.” 
He smiled a little at you. 
“Told you lately that I fuckin’ love you?” He asked. “Because I fuckin’ love you.” 
You led the way into the building, beelining for the administration offices. Joel recognized the look in your eyes. It was the look you got when something had pissed you off and you were going to fix it, come hell or high water. 
It was a look that had made you advance at the hospital, knowing exactly when to use your tenacity to go after something you thought needed to change, knowing exactly how to go about it to make it happen. Whether it was making nice with the right people or going scorched earth, you always seemed to find the right way to navigate it. 
Joel almost felt sorry for the staff as you walked into the office. He knew your scorched earth look when he saw it. 
“Hi,” you said. “We’re the Millers, Ellie Williams’ parents. We were told she was here?” 
“Of course,” the woman led the two of you back to a counselor’s office. 
Ellie was sitting in the corner, arms crossed, her eye black. She looked pissed, like she was on the verge of tears.
“Oh Baby Girl,” Joel went and dropped to his knee in front of her, taking his face in his hand. “Who hit you?” 
“Stupid girl,” she muttered. 
“Mr. and Mrs. Miller,” the counselor smiled tightly. “I’m afraid we have a problem here.” 
“Yes,” you said, not taking the woman’s outstretched hand. “I’m afraid we do. Is there a reason my daughter clearly hasn’t been to the nurse’s office? She doesn’t have an ice pack for her eye, who knows what other injuries she might have…” 
“Well, the girl Ellie hit is in the nurse’s office now,” the woman responded, defensive. “We can send Ellie down after…” 
“No need,” you replied. “She’ll be coming home with us until we can establish whether or not your school can provide competent care for our child.” 
“Well, your child hit another student,” she said. “In front of several teachers. She threw the first punch. The first several, actually…” 
“She started it!” Ellie yelled. You gave her a look and she sat back in her chair, muttering. “Well, she did….” 
“Did you talk to this other girl?” You asked the counselor, eyebrows raised. “Or did you just blame my child because she’s newer to the district and in foster care?” 
“I can assure you, Ellie’s status had nothing to do…” 
“Ellie,” you turned to her. “Why did you hit the other girl?” 
She looked at you for a second before looking to Joel, her eyes pleading. 
“Come on, Baby Girl,” he said. “You have to tell us what happened or we can’t help you.” 
“It… it involves bad words,” she glanced at the counselor. 
“You can say them,” Joel said, looking at the counselor too, all but daring her to try to tell him otherwise. 
Ellie sighed. 
“She called my friend Riley a dyke,” she looked to the floor. “Said she was going to burn in hell…” 
“And that’s when you hit her?” You asked, voice calm. 
“No,” Ellie looked up. “Then she said that she wanted to kill all the dykes to send them to hell faster. Then I hit her.” 
Joel felt his blood get hot. Didn’t matter that it was toward another teenager, Joel wanted someone to hurt. He glanced to you, your jaw squared, and you looked back toward the counselor. 
“So you just let children in your school use genocidal language toward other students?” You asked. 
“Mrs. Miller…” 
“It’s Dr. Miller, actually,” you cut her off. “Since you apparently didn’t bother to look in Ellie’s file and see what her foster mother does for a living, I’ll fill you in. I’m the chief of pediatric surgery for the largest hospital system in Austin which means I know every single social worker in the county. I’ve treated the children of some of the most powerful people in the state because they seek me out. I am more than willing to call in every single favor that I have - which I promise is a lot - and leverage every single cent I own to personally destroy you and everyone in this district who allows such behavior to run unchecked. I will orchestrate a PR nightmare so thorough you won’t recover for years. You will have to beg Ronald McDonald for a job slinging fries by the time I’m done with you, do you understand me?” 
The woman glanced at Joel who just shrugged. He wasn’t about to help her. She was lucky she was dealing with you, you were just threatening her livelihood. He was tempted to threaten her life.  
“If you want to keep your job,” you said. “You’re going to investigate this incident as thoroughly as possible. You are going to remove that other girl from this school before she hurts anyone else. You are going to institute new training procedures so your faculty and staff know how to handle incidents with LGBTQ students because, apparently, that needs some improvement around here. Think you can handle that?” 
“I’ll discuss it with the principal,” her eyes were a little wide. Joel smirked. 
“Good,” you replied. “I’ll be in touch to follow up. In the mean time, I’m going to take Ellie home as an excused absence to make sure she receives appropriate medical attention for injuries she received while under your care. I’ll also be reaching out to my attorney to make sure any and all liability in this case is appropriately considered.” 
You stood up and Ellie stood up with you. You put your arm around her. 
“Come on,” you said. “We’re going home.” 
Ellie pressed herself against your side and gave you a quick hug before she climbed in Joel’s car. 
“For the record,” Joel said. “Not sure I’ve ever wanted to fuck you more than when you were chewing out that counselor.” 
“Good to know I can still turn you on,” you teased before you sighed. “So, Ellie’s friend…” 
“Always kinda figured,” he shrugged. “She’ll tell us when she’s ready.” 
“Yeah,” you said. “See you at home?” 
He kissed you. 
“Hopefully more than see you.” 
That night at dinner, Ellie only picked at her food, moving it around on her plate. 
“We’re not mad at you, Baby Girl,” Joel said, looking at her. “You know that, right?” 
She sighed. 
“I know.” 
“Want to talk about anything?” You asked. 
“You called me your daughter,” she said. 
Joel looked at you for a moment. 
“Well yeah,” Joel shrugged. “That’s how we think of you. We can use another word if you’d rather but…” 
“OK but if I’m your daughter why haven’t you tried to adopt me?” She asked, looking between you. “I mean, if you just don’t want to…” 
“Oh Baby Girl,” Joel leaned in closer to her. “Do you want us to adopt you? Because we just didn’t want to do anything that you weren’t askin’ for. We’d love nothing more than to adopt you.” 
“Really?” She asked. 
“Of course!” You smiled. “What, you think we let just any ol’ gremlin come in here? Just the special ones.” 
She smiled a little at that. 
“Cool.” 
You started the paperwork in the morning. 
Saturday, October 7, 2023 
Joel had been looking for a good reason to take all his girls camping and your birthday seemed to be a good a reason as any. 
Sarah came with Brandon and Carson, who was now five. Evie was happy for an excuse to get away from college after a bad breakup with her girlfriend. Ellie was just excited to get to spend more time with her sisters. Even Tommy came with his wife, Maria. Just when they’d started to expect him to never settle down, he met the perfect woman. Unlike Joel, he wasted no time in locking her down, a fact he loved to rub in. 
And Joel? He was just happy to have all his favorite people under one roof. 
He’d rented a cabin big enough that you and him would have some space - since he fully intended on making you cum until you couldn’t see straight - and grabbed steak and hot dogs and enough junk food to feed a small army. 
Sarah still lit her marshmallows on fire for Smores but Joel caught her stealing some of Brandon’s less burned ones when they were all around the campfire one night. He took Carson and Ellie down to the lake and taught them both how to fish while you and Sarah stayed back at the cabin to chat, the two of you still the best of friends decades after he’d first hired you to be her nanny. He made the mistake of letting you pick the hike one day and he paid the price when Evie - who’d always been clumsy - twisted her ankle. Joel had to carry her back to camp, you cursing yourself for not packing more first aid supplies in your hiking bag. Ellie set up her telescope in a clearing and spent hours looking at the stars, far enough from the city lights that she was in awe of them. 
“Good birthday?” Joel asked as you climbed into bed beside him the last night there. 
“Perfect birthday,” you kissed him. 
His hands drifted to your breast and you smiled against his mouth. 
“Some things never change, do they?” You teased. 
“You stop wantin’ it and I’ll stop doin’ it,” he replied, sliding a hand over your body to your leg, hitching it over his hip. 
“You know me so well.” 
He undressed you slowly, taking his time touching you everywhere he knew you loved his fingers to linger. When you tugged his pants down, you took his length in your hand, working him up and down for a moment, before you took him in your mouth, so hot and wet he had to stop himself from moaning too loud. You sucked him slowly, working your way down his thick shaft until you were nearly choking on him before going back up again, moving harder and faster each time, your tongue pressing against the thick vein that ran on the underside of him. 
“Fuck, Baby,” he groaned. “Tryin’ to make me cum before I’m even inside you?” 
You choked out something that sounded like a ‘no’ from around his cock and he groaned. 
“You get just another minute of that,” he said, straining to keep his composure. “Want to cum inside your pussy, not your mouth.” 
Just when he felt like he couldn’t take anymore, he grabbed your hair and pulled you off him, panting for breath. You wiped your mouth. 
“Here I thought you liked that,” you whispered. 
“More than liked it,” he muttered, grabbing your hips and yanking you toward him with a quiet yelp followed by a giggle. “Gonna have to do something to make sure you keep bein’ that good to me…” 
He dipped his fingers into you, making you groan. He smiled. 
“This wet just from suckin’ me off?” He breathed. You moaned in response. “Fucking hell, you really are the perfect woman…” 
He added another finger and leaned down, taking your clit into his mouth, sucking and licking you while his fingers opened you until you came so hard it felt like you might snap off his fingers.
Joel slipped his fingers from you and ran them over his cock, using your wetness to make him slick enough to enter you. He notched his head against you and settled between your legs, pressing into you in one firm, demanding stroke. 
“Fuck,” you panted, your back arching. “So full…” 
“Love you full of me,” he said, grinding himself against you before pulling back and pushing into you again. 
Your arms went around his neck as he picked up the pace, pressing his cock all the way into you with each stroke. You pushed yourself up off the bed and he smiled, kissing you as he helped you to straddle his lap while he was still inside you. He held you close while you rose and fell over him, thrusting up to meet you with every firm stroke. Your breasts bounced with the force of it, your head tilted back in pleasure as he sucked and licked his way up and down your throat. 
“Joel,” you breathed. “Want to cum with you. So close…” 
“Fuck Baby,” he groaned as you moved harder, faster, angling your hips so his stomach pressed into your clit while his head caught on the spot inside you that made you moan. He liked to think of that spot as his place in you, where he’d been made to reach and satisfy. Never did he feel as complete as when he was inside you, making you cum around him. 
“Joel,” you gasped as you started to cum again, clinging to him with your whole body. He thrust into you once more before filling you. 
“Love you so much,” he kissed you, your body pressed tight against his own. “Fuck, I love you.” 
When things went back to the normal routine after the camping trip, Joel printed off a picture that Sarah had taken on her phone during the hike. It was just before Evie had twisted her ankle and everyone was smiling, the frame filled with the faces of everyone Joel had ever loved. 
He wrote on the back of the picture, as though he’d ever forget who any of you were to him: “My girls + Carson, Me, Tommy, Maria and Brandon - October, 2023.” 
You worked until after seven that night. Joel made dinner - nothing like what you could do but you kissed him like you thought it was a gourmet meal all the same - and Ellie was out with her friend Riley. 
“Anything you in the mood for this evening?” He asked, pouring you another glass of wine. 
“Nothing in particular,” you smiled. “Oh, we could watch When Harry Met Sally! Such fantastic fall vibes…” 
“I think I can handle that,” he smiled a little. 
“I mean, it is your favorite movie,” you smiled back. “I’ll clean up if you want to get it queued up?” 
He found the movie on the Apple TV and was about to set it to play when he glanced at the record player in the corner. You’d painted little purple flowers along one side of it. They’d faded and chipped a bit since but he still loved those little flowers, a physical representation of you. He lit the candle on the coffee table - lavender scented, one of your favorites. He pulled out Slowhand and set it to play Wonderful Tonight just as he heard the water cut off in the kitchen. You laughed, leaning in the doorway to the living room. 
“Clapton, hm?” You asked, eyebrows raised. 
“Well, when the song stops bein’ true, I’ll stop playin’ it,” he held his hand out to you. You smiled hugely and took it, tucking yourself against him. He held you close, swaying in time to the music, the smell of lavender on the air. 
You stretched up to kiss him as the song ended and Joel turned the record player off before settling in beside you on the couch, glass of wine in hand. 
“I think our little ‘how we met video’ for this movie would be fun,” you said during the opening credits. “Me, a college girl with a crush…” 
“Me, an old man who was practically head over heels for you from first sight,” he said. 
You laughed. 
“Think we’ve made a pretty good go of it though,” you looked up at him through your eyelashes. 
He smiled and kissed your forehead, surrounded by your warmth, the signs of the children you’d raised with him, and the smell of lavender. 
“Wouldn’t change a damn thing.” 
A/N: Thank you so much for reading this overly long exercise in "What would happen if?" I like to think this version of Doc and Joel are living in Austin right now, happy with their girls.
Thanks for being here, thanks for sticking with it, thanks for being a part of this. Love you all!
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shelbgrey · 10 months
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Next to me(Emmett Cullen)
Chapter 18: chess and suspicious minds
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I tossed and turned in Emmett's bed. He was gone hunting with Jasper and we all knew he needed to blow off some steam. It didn't help the fact I sat there with millions of thoughts running threw my head.
After about ten minutes I claimed out of bed and walked down the flight of stairs that lead to the main room of the house. The house really was gorgeous, I've never seen a design quite like it.
I was quite as I traved through the house, not wanting to disturb anyone. I went to the unused kitchen and got a glass of water in hopes to calm my brain down.
“are you okay?” I soft voice said suddenly. I flinched and carlisle put his hands up with a soft smile. “sorry, I didn't mean to scare you”
He set his book down on the counter as I rinsed my cup out. “where is everyone?” I asked. “out hunting and my wife left to send some disings in for work”
I nodded softly, still slightly out of it. Carlisle titled his head as he studied my troubled face. “something on your mind?”
I didn't know what to say. Dr. Cullen was still a stranger to me but at the sametime I felt like I could trust him, but I shrugged. Carlisle nodded and set infront of me.
“perhaps would could play a game? It might take your mind off things”
“okay” I nodded. Carlisle smiled softly and grabbed a red and white chess board. We played in silence for a while, it was a comforting silence but enough was enough.
“I just got a little freaked out by Emmett's driving tonight is all... He was angry at some guys that tried to jump me and Rose” I said moving my queen towrds one of his pawns.
“Emmett told me... He was afraid he was gonna kill them... Fall off the wagon and drink human blood.” carlisle said.
“my parents died in a car crash... Me and Owen almost didn't make it our selves” I said, Carlisle's gold eyes traveled to me giving me soft expression. “I'm tired of feeling so crappy everytime I think about them... I try to think of the good stuff but it doesn't help”
“it will hurt for a while... That's a given, but after a while it'll hurt less when you think about them” Carlisle said.
“my mom passed away giving birth to me, so I can't really tell you I know how you feel” carlisle sighed. “as terrible as it sounds I gotten used to loss during my 200+ years of living”
“I'm sorry” I whispered. Carlisle smiled softly. “nothing to be sorry about... And you win” he said folding his hands on the table. Staring the the board that held my victory.
I chuckled. “yeah...thanks for the talk Dr. Cullen”
“please... Call me carlisle” he smiled. “and you have a lot of people still looking out for you including us.
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It was Saturday so I spent most of the day with the cullens. We didn't do much, mostly watched movies and talked. The best thing about today was when Edward showed me the song he wrote for Bella, Edward was a hopeless romantic and its adorable.
Later that night I came home to Charlie and owen watching the Red Soxs game “hey, how was the sleepover with the Cullen girls?” Charlie asked.
“it was nice” I said setting my bag by the door. “Bella's looking for you” Charlie said taking a sip of his beer.
Before I could move Bella called out from her room. “Y/n!” I rolled my eye and went up stairs to Bella's room.
“you bellowed?” I asked opening the door after entering. “I think Emmett and Edward are vampires... Or at least Edward” my eyes widened and I quickly latched the door.
“keep your voice down... And why would you think that?” I asked setting on her bed. She grabed her Labtop pushed in my face. “Edward has done all of this or he has one of theses traits”
“Bella this is insane” I said not wanting to out my boyfriend and best friend. Bella sighed and snapped her Labtop shut.
“Edward is your best friend and Emmett's your boyfriend, your telling me you haven't noticed anything out of the ordinary?”
“Edward is just out of the ordinary, we all know that” I joked. Bella sighed and grabbed a hared back book about the mine and Sam's tribe leadgens. “I'm being serious!”
“Bella, there are no such thing as vampires” Bella rolled her eyes. “I thought you of all people would believe me”
I couldn’t tell her she was right, I didn't even know if she would keep it a secret. She couldn't know about the creatures that roam our world.
I stood up with a sigh. “I'm going to bed Bella”
When got to my room I saw Emmett lying on my bed reading one of my Harry Potter books. I smiled closing my door. “making ourselves at home, are we?”
He smirked and snapped the book cosed. “I missed you” he said holding his arms out. I rolled my eyes and cuddled into his chest. “you saw me all day today”
“it wasn't long enough” he said wrapping his arms around me. “your such a sap”
“only for you” he said kissing the top of my head. “Bella knows” Emmett sighed.
“she's suspicious” I said into his chest. “we'll let Eddie deal with this one”
“agreed” Emmett said running his fingers through my hair. Before I knew it I was fast asleep on his chest with the thoughts of Bella knowing the truth running through my head.
A/n: sorry this was so short, but I promised I'd have a new chapter out.
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houseofthxrnes · 2 years
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For The Love Of It All.
(Poly! Lost Boys x GN!Reader)
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They smelled you before they saw you.
It was almost in an instant, the sweet smell that conquered their nostrils.
The boys stopped in their activities, each trying to pinpoint the location of you.
To each of them, you smelled different.
Paul smelled sweet things, like cotton candy or sweet syrup. He grinned from ear to ear, thinking at first that he was probably too high again. But the smell was too piercing to be a weed produced hallucination.
Marko's nose turned up, searching. He smelled freshly popped popcorn, the buttery elements shining through. Marko passed and bumped into people, not caring about shoving them out of the way.
David stood near his bike. He thought, if you were really what you seemed to be, you would come to him. People always did. It was how they ate most of the time. But you weren't going to be eaten. Oh no. If you truly were their mate, David was planning to keep you around for as long as they had a life to live.
He smelled pines and ashes. So you came from some little town deeper in land. David's eyes settled on the crowd, waiting. You would come…or he would come looking.
Dwayne strolled through the crowd, eyes peeled for the one who smelled of roses and honey. The vampire protraid no emotion, his face a stoic masterpiece. He settled near the carousel, the lights bright and slightly bothersome. His body was bathed in hues of purple and blue. And there, positively beyond recall, you stood. You had to be the most beautiful person Dwayne had ever seen in his life.
Your hair, your body, your face.
All of it was perfect.
Dwayne took a cautious step, as if he was afraid to scare you off. Just when Dwayne wished to walk up to you, an unpleasantly familiar figure appeared.
Michael wrapped an arm around your waist, bringing you close. The smile that was brought to your face was like a stab to the heart.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"You scared the wits out of me." You exclaimed, feeling Michael rest his head on your shoulder. "Sorry." He chuckled, laying small kisses on your neck.
The ticklish feeling made you giggle. Michael pulled away, you then realizing that he had something behind his back. You quirked a brow. "What are you hiding?" You asked. Michael shrugged, a goofy grin on his face.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Michael."
The boy sighed, taking the rose he had gotten you into his hands. Your eyes widened, taking the flower into your hands. "Oh Mikey you didn't have to." You said sweetly. Michael shrugged. He found it easy to give you gifts, as you were an absolute joy to be around.
His mom and brother, hell even Grandpa had tuned in to let him know just how lucky Michael was to have you. Lucy loved you, Sam thought you were the coolest person on the plant and Grandpa was willing to have you in the house.
Michael had been afraid, when he told you about his move to California. The long distance was more then enough and he was worried that you might decide to leave him. You remembered the night he told you. You had taken his hands into yours.
"Mikey…we're in this for the long run. I'm not going anywhere."
And those words were enough for Michael to know that you were worth anything and everything. He wouldn't lose you like seemed to be losing everyone else. Michael didn't need his dad or his friends when he had you. You had come over for the summer and Michael was going to make the most of it.
"Anything for my baby." Michael said easily, giving your nose a kiss. You hid your blushing face behind the rose.
Michael and you took to exploring the boardwalk more. He won a teddy for you, the adorable creature now resting peacefully under your arm. You rode the bumper cars, smashing unintentionally (yeah right) into Michael at any given chance. The night was going as amazing as you had expected it to.
Now, Michael and you walked arm in arm, enjoying each other's company. All smiles and laughing, mostly at Sam or whatever odd thing his grandfather had said.
"Long time no see, Michael."
Your boyfriend stopped dead in his tracks. His expression shifted into what you could only describe as dreadful annoyance. Michael had wanted to keep you away from David but David wasn't one to be kept from anything.
Once they wanted something, the boys didn't and wouldn't stop until they got it.
And Michael certainly was no obstacle.
Dwayne could break the guy in half if he really wanted to. And believe David, Dwayne really, really wanted to.
Alas, David wasn't the type to force things when unnecessary. Things would be easier if you came to them willingly.
"What do you want David?"
"These are the guys you told me about?" You inquired lowly, eyes jumping between the blonde and your boyfriend. David winked when your eyes met, smirking when you looked away.
That smirk sent shivers down your spine, you just couldn't tell whether it was out of fear or fascination. Michael had talked to you about his new…friends, if you could even call them that.
Even just by looking at them, you knew they screamed trouble. Your posture tensed, the grip Michael had on your hand tightening.
Paul and Marko were more evident in their jealousy, their teeth barred. Paul looked like his usual loppy self but his eyes missed that spark they held. One should be very afraid of Paul when he appears, as Dwayne says, dead in the eyes. Marko's gaze was fixed on Michael's hand, as if he wanted to rip it off.
You couldn't really tell what the taller one was thinking, his face set in still stone. David, the blonde, seemed rather…amused by the situation.
Fate played a mysterious game.
And David was nothing but a fair player.
He and Dwayne shared a knowing look between the two of them, the same smirk landing on David's face.
"Is that really how you talk to your friends, Mikey?" Paul inquired, earning laughs from both himself and Marko. He practically spat the nickname out too.
"We aren't friends."
"Now that just hurts our feelings, Michael." David said, a hand on the heart for good measure.
His eyes landed on you.
"Who's your little friend here?"
Dwayne held back the urge to laugh when Michael pushed you farther back. Boy really thought he could hide you now. "I'm none of your business." You spat.
A chorus of excited howls and whistles followed.
"Kitten's got teeth, boys." David quirked, making you scoff. "I'm not your fucking kitten." You swore, only appearing more adorable to the four boys before you. Michael stepped in front, his eyes jumping to you in a way to get you to be quiet. He needed to keep you away from them.
Michael needed to protect you.
"This really isn't any of your business, David. Why don't you leave us alone?" Michael snapped. David tsked loudly. "Now you see Michael it is my business, especially when you've been keeping such a beautiful secret from us." The blonde reasoned.
You didn't like the blush that rose to your cheeks.
You didn't like these boys much either.
"Care to introduce us, Mikey?" Marko inquired from his spot at the back. Michael turned to you, knowing there really was no way out of this. His gaze was apologetic and your heart hurt for him. Your baby just wanted you to have a fun night and these punks had to go and ruin it.
"My name is (Y/n)." You introduced hesitantly.
Their mate had a name now.
And what a beautiful name it was.
The night continued with the boys following you everywhere you went, basically inviting themselves into your date.
Michael was pissed though he didn't show it and you were desperate to keep your own anger at bay. Marko and Paul kept flirting openly with you, laughing at your rejection and moving on to their next comment.
David would tease you and Michael, going extra hard on your boyfriend. You almost thought that David was trying to make Michael leave.
The quiet one was probably the only tolerable one that night. All Dwayne had done was buy you and Michael ice cream. An innocent enough act but you had yet to know the vampire's true nature. Dwayne never liked Michael, from the moment he met the boy. He was brewing up some sort of plan, one that David would no doubt approve of.
Through all their efforts, you were still uninterested.
And it was beginning to piss them off.
You were their mate, how could you not see that?
You were supposed to like them. Want them…love them.
Every expectation was being thrown out the window front, left and center.
Dawn came fast and the boys needed to leave. Once they announced their departure, you secretly sighed in relief. The boys mounted their bikes, the sky getting lighter and lighter above them.
"Well Michael it's been a wild ride." David said with a chuckle.
You didn't find anything funny.
"Catch you around, Mikey." Paul said, earning a chorus of laughs from Marko and Dwayne. Dwayne sent you a wink and Marko blew a little kiss toward you.
How shameless could they be?
David's eyes settled on you. "And I'll see you later, kitten."
"Don't count on it, Blondie."
The roar of the engine drowned out David's laughter, as the boys road into the beach, leaving you and Michael in a smoke and sand filled cloud.
"Your friends are so weird."
"You don't even know the half of it, babe."
David and Dwayne sat perched on the hill, the rocking waves below them. Their eyes on Santa Carla and it's descending darkness. Dwayne smirked, looking to his brother. "You aren't gonna let this go, huh?"
"Nope."
"They won't come to us, you know. They seemed to not like us very much."
David's gaze was now focused on Dwayne. "They'll come, one way or another. We left quite the impression…besides…we could always play dirty." David insinuated, his eyes speaking more than he did. And Dwayne understood every word.
Obstacles are moved when necessary.
Michael was proving to be just that…an obstacle.
The dark haired vampire returned his gaze upon the sleeping beach town, the sun still hidden.
"Yes…yes he could."
Who said the game was fair, anyways?
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catierambles · 18 days
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Blood Moon Ch.16
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Pairing: Syverson x Annalisa Caulfield (OFC)
Sy let them know that he couldn't shift back right away and would have to wait a few hours before he as able to do so. Annalisa called Pendulum and let them know he wouldn't be in for his shift, but to call if anything major happened. The picnic table around back was in pieces but Annalisa said she would replace it. The dogs had initially barked at him when they saw him, but it just took one good sniff for them to recognize him, Aika being the first to approach him. The kids and their moms had left hours ago before this whole thing started, so it was just them in the house.
He ended up sitting on the floor as he was too big for the couch, Annalisa sitting in a recliner behind him, running her fingers through the fur at the top of his head idly as they watched TV.
What, Mikey? You're starin' again.
“Does it hurt?” Mike asked, “I mean, the sounds we heard...”
Yeah. Yeah it does. A lot.
“Oh.” He said, “You said you're not yourself.”
No, I ain't. After the shift, I'm...I'm wild and dangerous. Ain't nothin' human upstairs. If you came across me like that, it wouldn't see you as family. It'd see you as prey.
“But not Annie.” Pete said.
Annie is my Mate, it sees her as it's Mate. She's the only one who'd be safe around me like that.
“We have something similar,” Annalisa said, leaning forward to wrap her arms around his shoulders, “Sy is mine.”
“What's the alternative?” Mike asked.
Pardon?
“Annie said you couldn't do the “alternative” when you grabbed the roast.” He said, “What's the alternative?”
That's uh...somethin' you don't need to know. He said and there was a moment before the epiphany crossed over his face.
“Oh.” Mike said.
“What?” Brian asked, “What's the—” Mike gave him a look and his eyes went a little wide, “Oh. Really?”
“Damn.” Jack said chuckling, “Seein' you in a whole new way, girly.”
“I'm a four hundred year old vampire, and that's what changes how you see me?”
“And here I suggested you were too young for'im.” Denise said, “Four hundred years old. You don't look a day over twenty-two.”
“Twenty, actually.” She said with a shrug. “I was twenty when I was Turned.”
“By who?” Pete asked.
“My husband.”
“You're married?” Denise asked with an arched brow.
“My late husband.”
“Oh, well, foot meet mouth.” She said, “My condolences.”
“Thank you.”
Babe, I never asked. How long were you two married before...
“Twenty-five years.” She said, “We had just celebrated our anniversary when he...when he was killed.”
“I'm sorry, Annie.” Brian said, “They catch the guy?”
“Thank you.” She said, “And no, they didn't. You have to remember, police work and medicine then was nowhere near how it is now. Yes, my husband was a Lord, but his official cause of death was listed as a hemorrhage, and therefore natural causes. They just didn't have the knowledge or technology to look into it further.”
“He was a Lord?” Pete asked and she nodded. “That'd make you a Lady, yeah?”
Lady Caulfield. Sy said, reaching up to hold her arms.
“I haven't been a true Lady for a very long time.” She said, resting her head on his.
You'll always be my Lady.
“You two are gross.” Jake said and Sy kicked, catching his chair and sending the whole thing tipping backwards with a crash, making the others laugh including their parents.
Sy shifted back a couple hours later, taking the others by surprise as they hadn't seen the initial transformation. He laid there on the floor for a bit afterwards, breathing through it with his eyes closed.
“You—” Brian started, “You good?”
“Yeah.” He panted, giving him a thumbs up before resting his hand on his chest again, “M'good.”
“That was...” Pete said, “Somethin'.”
“Yeah.” He said and gently pat one of the dogs, a Rottweiler named Peaches, as she licked his face in concern.
"Some leftover pain?" Denise asked and he nodded. "You need anythin'?"
"It'll pass." He said, "My body had to remake itself, there's gonna be some side effects."
"You know," Jack started, "We gotta coyote problem at the farm. The dogs have been keepin’em away, but I don’t want to risk them gettin’ bold and tryin’ their luck with one of the goats or the chickens.”
"Jack!" Denise snapped, "You ain't possibly takin' advantage of our sons condition!"
"It's all right, ma." Sy said, sitting up with a grunt. "I'll come over next full moon, put a scare into'em, let'em know to move on."
"I'd appreciate it. You tell me when, and I'll head to the butchers, get you something bigger than a roast to eat." Jack said, "Unless you and Annie want to go with the alternative." He winked at her and her face heated making him laugh.
“You have a farm?” Annalisa asked, eager to change the subject, and he nodded.
“Livestock mainly. Dairy cows, goats, sheep for fleece, chickens for eggs. Some crops, but just so they have quality feed I know ain’t filled with bullshit.” Jack said, “You ever been on a farm?”
“My father owned land, had a small flock of sheep he tended. He also had some crops, mainly to feed us, but he sold the excess harvest when there was some. Between that and coin I sent home from my job, my family was comfortable. Not wealthy by any means, but...comfortable. My brothers helped him when I went to work in the city.”
“What did you do?” Pete asked.
“I was a maid.” She said, “It’s how I met Markus—my late husband. I was a maid for his estate.”
“He—”
“No, Pete, he didn’t take advantage of’er.” Sy said, “Been down that road already.”
“But he—”
“You weren’t there.” Sy said, cutting him off again, “Don’t make assumptions.”
“Right, sorry, almost made an ass of myself.” Pete said and she gave him a gentle smile.
“It’s quite all right.” She said, “Sy came to the same conclusion you did, it’s what our first fight was about.” She reached out, running her fingers through the stubble covering Sy’s scalp and his eyes closed, swaying into her touch slightly.
“You went from hired help to Lady of the house?” Denise asked and she nodded. “Musta made your mama proud.”
“She was.” Annalisa said with a somewhat wistful smile, “She liked Markus and she liked that he treated me well. He got some grief from others for marrying someone of “lower birth” but he didn’t care. He loved me, and I loved him.”
“Any kids?” Brian asked.
“I’m incapable of having children.” Annalisa said, “And not because of the vampirism.”
“I forgot he was one too.” Brian said and she chuckled. “Vampires can have kids?”
“If the person was able to before being Turned, yes.”
“A blood drinkin’ baby?” Jake asked.
“No, actually, their...dietary requirements are normal as they age, but once they reach full maturity around mid-twenties, they stop aging and their needs align with their parents.” She explained, “I’ve met a few, they’re no different than any other child. You met Frost, right Sy?”
“Yeah, she’s cool.” Sy said.
“She’s Sweeney’s daughter.”
“No shit?” He asked, looking back at her over his shoulder and she nodded.
“Wait,” Mike said, “The Marilyn Monroe looking platinum blonde with the pale blue eyes?”
“We call her Frost because she looks like Emma Frost from the X-Men.” Annalisa said, “She loves the comics, so she adores that nickname. She got her hair color from her mom, but Sweeney dyes her hair black so you can’t tell.”
“I love those comics, I’ll have to ask her what her favorite run is next time I see her.” Mike said.
“She’ll talk your ear off about them.” Annalisa warned.
“Trust me,” Brian said, “Don’t get this one started on video games or comics, he won’t shut up.”
"Nothing wrong with having something to be passionate about." She said, "Bring it up with her, Mike, she doesn't often have the chance to talk about it, it'll make her night."
“Who’s the dad?” Sy asked, “Anyone at the clubs?”
“Eugene.” Annalisa said.
“Are you fuckin’ serious?” He asked, looking at her again, and she nodded, “He’s two steps from bein’ your stalker and he’s got a kid with another woman?”
“Eugene?” Mike asked.
“Renaud.” Annalisa said and he snorted.
“His real name is Eugene? Try-hard.” Mike said.
“This Eugene someone we don’t like?” Denise asked.
“Can I?” Sy asked and Annalisa nodded. He didn’t go into detail, but he did let them know the circumstances, how Eugene had taken advantage of Annalisa while she was in a vulnerable state after her husband was killed.
“Shithead.” Jack said with a scowl. “Why do you keep him around?”
“He’s my second-in-command in the coven—a group of vampires—and he’s good with the public relations end when it comes to the clubs. I handle the business end and the staff, he handles the press and marketing. He hasn’t done anything to warrant banishment, so kicking him out would cause too many waves.”
“Understandable.” Jack said, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Don’t like it, or him, but I understand it.” Denise got up from her chair telling them she would be right back, heading up the stairs to the upper floor, coming back down a short while later and handing something to Sy.
“Ma.” He said and she nodded, sitting back down. Getting up from the floor, he turned, looking down at Annalisa who was looking up at him in question. “Come on, there’s somethin’ I want to ask you in private, don’t wanna make you feel pressured by doin’ it front of my family.” Taking her hand, he pulled her into the kitchen.
“Ma?” Jake asked and they heard a happy squeak from the kitchen a moment later, Aika’s ears perking up at the sound. “Did he just—” Denise just nodded and they came back into the living room, Annalisa clinging to his arm.
“I’m gettin’ married.” Sy said, “The ring is a bit too big for her so we’ll have to get it sized, but she said yes.”
“Of course I said yes!” She said and pulled him down into a kiss, “I love you.”
“I love you, too. You don’t have to take my last name if you don’t want. You been Caulfield for a while now.”
“I don’t know, Annalisa Syverson sounds good to me.” She said and a wide smile pulled over his face, Sy sweeping her into his arms.
“Hold—hold up.” Pete said, “I’m happy for you two, really, I am, but she’s gonna live forever, Kyle. Unless what turned you furry also made you immortal, you ain’t gonna grow old together.”
“It did actually.” Annalisa said and Sy looked at her in surprise. "Babe, what makes me me and you you are...cousins? Kind of? Putting it in layman’s terms? I won’t age, and neither will you. So while yes, Pete is right, we won’t grow old together, it’s more accurate to say we won’t grow old at all.”
“We really are forever.” He said and she nodded, Sy pulling her into his chest again and holding her tight, his face buried in her neck.
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babygirl097 · 5 months
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My Puppy(3)
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Prompt: You used to be childhood friends with Bella Swan and Jacob Black. When Bella moved away with her mom, you and Jacob grew closer. Quickly after Bella left, Quil, Embry and Jarred became part of your and Jacobs friend group. When Bella came back and started causing trouble with the Cullen family, your friends start to distance themself and a whole new world is forced upon you.
3 out of 11
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Graduation was coming up soon one week to be exact. Bella invited me to the Cullens party. They don't throw parties which makes me suspicious.
I wasn't planning on going but then Jacob was invited and now Embry is going and he asked me and now I guess I'm going.
Jacob going is even more suspicious, his hatred for the blood suckers and he agrees to go? Yeah suspicious. Part of me feels that he still thinks Bella will choose him but I don't know about that.
Embry being there brings me some comfort, I know he will keep me safe their. I don't trust those blood suckers. They way the Wolf pack talks about them makes my disinterest in them grow.
I mean what happens if I fight breaks out between huge wolfs and vampires? Around all those humans it would be a blood bath.
This week went by like a blur, Embry and I are getting a lot closer. I'm hoping we can take the next step soon. I'm really happy about how much we've grown.
Getting ready for graduation was nerve wracking.
A couple of hours later I was finally ready, Embry was on his way. He should be here in a little bit. I grab what I need and double check how I look in the mirror.
I hear his truck pull up, I make my way down stairs and head out the door.
I hop in his truck and shut the door, setting my stuff down neatly.
"Hi puppy" I said
"Hey, sweetheart. You look beautiful" Embry replied giving me a kiss on the head.
"Thank you" I said with a smile
As we pulled off to head to the school, I couldn't stop thinking about the party. Something about it just rubbed me the wrong way.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" Embry asked
I gave him a confused look, "What do you mean pup?" I asked
"I can feel your anxious, what's wrong?" He asked again
"Its just, *sigh* the party tonight something about it seems off. Why would they let you go on their side of the treaty line for a party? I mean I know they don't like you all that much no offence. But, seriously for some reason I feel like something isn't right. What happens of a fight breaks out? All those humans there, its would be a blood bath." I stressed
"Sweetheart, I'm sure its nothing. If anything Quil, Jake and I will be there. Nothing and I mean nothing will happen to you. I promise I will protect you. Jake said they just wanted to talk so I'm sure its nothing bad" Embry said
I nodded, it's going to be okay.
*time skip*
Graduation was a blur, when my name was called all I could hear was Embry shouting 'Thats my girl!' It made me blush.
He dropped me off at home and gave me time to change for the party. I was nervous but Embry reassured me thats everything was going to be okay.
We pulled up to the Cullens house with the rest of the boys. As soon as I got out of the truck I latched myself to Embry.
As the party went on we were pulled into a room with the Cullens, so there was a reason for them to be there. I knew there was a catch.
Once we got into the room, the bloodsuckers gave me a look. Edward turned to look at me, "should she really be here?" He asked
Embry took a step in front of me, "She's not leaving my side, you have a problem with that bloodsucker?" Embry growled
"Guys stop, this is important" Bella chimed in
I grabbed onto Embry's hand and gave it a squeeze.
The short hair girl spoke up, "something bad is going to happen, I saw it."
The boy next to her chimed in" there isn't enough of us to protect the town form the army"
"Hold on what damn army?" Jacob asked
"Newborns, it will be a blood bath. Lives lost" Dr.Carslie said
"What do they want?" Embry asked wrapping an arm around my waist
"I saw them passing Bella's scent around. A red blouse" Alice said
Their after bella? Jacob turned around and looked at Embry and Quil.
"Alright, we're in" Jacob said
"Wait, what?" I said
Embry turned around to look at me, "Its for the town's and your safety sweetheart"
I shook my head, "Did you not hear him? Lives lost Em. Its too risky no. Please" my voice shook
"It isn't your choice. Plus Bella did want us to get along" Jacob said
"Embry, please don't" I pleaded
"Look we need their help, whether you like it or not" Edward said with an annoyed tone
I gave everyone one last look before I stormed out of the room. No, no. This can't be happening. No, please.
I heard Embry calling my name but I didn't pay attention. I unlocked his truck and got in, shutting the door.
Soon after the driver side door opened and Embry got in. I felt my eyes water up.
"Please don't do this" I whispered
"I'm so sorry sweetheart, but I have to. If it means I get to keep you safe and kill some vampires thats all that matters" he said
"I don't want to lose you" I cried turning to look at him
"Things are finally going good for us, we're starting a life together. What if I lose you huh? Then what?" I asked
"I promise you I will be safe, I swear I will come back to you" he said
He drove me home, it was quiet. I didn't know what to say.
I got out of the truck with a quick goodnight and made my way inside. I heard him call out to me but I didn't bother to turn around.
I'm scared. I'm terrified. What if none of them make it home?
I head to my bathroom and take off my makeup and get into my pj's.
I silently cry myself to sleep.
The next morning I get a text from Embry telling me the pack was going to train with the Cullens today and I was welcome to join.
I declined. This is all Edwards fault, if my puppy doesn't come home to me I'd stake Edward in the heart myself.
I spend most of the day in my room under my blanket. Hoping this was all a dream and there isn't some crazy vampire army coming.
Half the day has gone by and I haven't heard from Embry. I feel myself start to tear up until I hear a tapping noise at my window.
I reluctantly get up and open my curtains, Embry was waiting for me.
I open my window and let him climb up, I throw myself back into bed and let him get in.
He closes the window and walks up to my bed, "sweetheart, are you okay?" He asked
I shake my head and bury myself into my bed more, I hear him sigh and then he got into bed behind me. Once he's in bed he pulls me closer to him.
"Look, I know your upset but you have to understand that protecting you is my purpose okay? I have to do this" he said
"What part of being my imprint means you have to go and fight someone elses battle? This should be the Cullens problem. Not yours. They started this not you. Have them do it" I replied
"They need our help, honey. They need us to help them" he said
"And if you get hurt? Or worse? What am I supposed to do? I promise you I will kill Edward myself if anything happens to you. I'm serious. I'm not letting his mistakes take my happiness away. I finally have you and then here he comes with his stupid problems" I whimper out
He pulls me closer, "I promise. I will come back to you and I will build a future with you. I promise"
With a kiss to my head I fall asleep in his arms.
Its the day of the fight, Embry brought me to Emily's house. With a long hug and kisses on my head he left.
I've only known Emily for a little but I broke down in her arms. She shed a few tears herself for her imprint. We both distracted ourselves with cleaning and baking.
Anything to help, but nothing did.
The hours passed with no word from anyone. I felt panic start to rise up. Every minute getting harder and harder to stay calm.
Emily had went up to her room a few minutes ago, she wasn't feeling well.
I sat on the couch with a blanket wrapped around me. I felt like a million pounds was on my chest. I couldn't breath. I said a silent prayer begging God to bring my puppy home.
A few more hours later I heard a truck pull up, I bolted out of the house to see Embry get out of the truck. He's back. He came back.
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a-crumb-of-whump · 10 months
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A New Beginning #19: Food
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Content: Blood (for the sake of feeding), injuries/wounds (for the sake of feeding), begging, starvation, forced feeding (kinda?), vampire whumpee.
Ryker is seven in the first section and 15 in the second, but no actual whump appears for him :) Feel free to ignore this chapter if that's not for you.
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“...You drink blood, right?” 
Carlos glanced over at Ryker from his spot on the floor. He’d be lying if he said the question hadn’t taken him aback a little, particularly coming from a seven year old. The boy, however, seemed unphased by the topic, draped over the side of his bed with his favourite squishy toy in his hand. 
Eventually, the vampire settled on a tentative nod. “Vampires drink blood, yes. Does… that scare you?” 
“No!” Ryker rushed to assure him, and Carlos was not above admitting that the small tightness in the pit of his stomach released itself the moment he said it. “‘m not scared. I just- I never see Mom or Dad give you any blood, ‘n’ that makes me sad because you deserve to eat like the rest of us.” 
“You shouldn’t be sad,” Carlos quietly protested. As sat up and struggled to cross his legs beneath himself, Ryker climbed off the bed and rushed to sit on his lap. “Did you know that vampires are also immortal?” 
He heard a small gasp. “Really? That means you can’t die, right?”
“Mmmhm.” Carlos let his chin come to rest on the boy’s head as he leaned back against his chest and dropped his toy to play with the vampire’s long, lanky fingers. “Blood is optional for us. We… we could go forever without eating if we wanted, but it doesn’t feel very nice.” 
The boy tilted his chin up so they were looking at each other. “What does it feel like?” 
“Have you ever gone a long time without eating? Does your tummy ever start to hurt when that happens?” 
Ryker responded with a nod. 
“Well, that’s what it feels like for us.” 
For a moment, everything was silent. Ryker continued to fiddle with Carlos’ hands and was obviously pondering the information that had been given to him. Carlos was curious as to why it had suddenly become a topic of interest. 
“Would you like some of the blood that’s inside me?” the child offered after some time. His voice had gone quiet and he still had his eyes trained up on the vampire, curious to hear his response. He looked as if it was just the first solution that he could think of, not something he’d fully considered. “I don’t want your tummy to hurt all the time, ‘n’ I have plenty o’ blood to go around!” 
Much to his own surprise, Carlos’ response was instant and firm. “No.” 
“Why not?” 
“That’s not your problem to worry about,” the vampire shook his head. He tightened his grip around Ryker’s waist and offered him a strained smile, ignoring the sudden aching in stomach as he thought about what it would feel like to finally sate his hunger for the first time in years. There were a time where he would have done anything for even the tiniest drop of blood. However, as he looked down at his small friend, he realised that would now be a lie. 
“...I’ll survive without it.” 
Truth be told, the child looked as if he wanted to protest more. Carlos felt guilty, looking down at his saddened face as he struggled to understand why he wouldn’t accept his help. 
No matter how guilty he felt, however, he was confident in his answer. Ryker was off limits to himself or anyone else, and he’d make sure every vampire in the state knew it if that’s what it took.
“Okay,” he eventually mumbled. 
Though he tried, Carlos couldn’t resist asking as he watched the boy shut his eyes and lean further into him. “Are you upset with me?” 
“No,” he shook his head, and after some wriggling he stood up and wrapped his small arms around the vampire’s neck. Carlos didn’t hesitate to hug him back. “Not mad at’chu.”
Carlos gave a rare smile. A small but genuine one that was hidden against Ryker’s shoulder as they hugged. He knew he didn’t deserve such kindness. Not from Ryker, not from anyone. 
That didn’t change how nice and warm it made him feel inside when he was treated like an equal. 
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Despite Carlos’ initial refusal, Ryker continued to offer as the years went by. Every couple of months, they’d have the same conversation over and over again, and with each conversation the answer was always the same. 
“I can survive without it. It’s okay.” 
It was the only thing Carlos was determined to say no to, no matter how much the human insisted and how many disagreements they got into as Ryker got older and more aware of how much his friend was suffering. 
Sometime around Ryker’s fifteenth birthday, however, the boy began to notice Carlos struggling more and more with everyday tasks. He was struggling to even get out of his pet bed at times and couldn’t clean or do anything Ryker’s parents expected him to do, which inevitably resulted in punishments the vampire didn’t deserve. 
Ryker was sick of it. 
It was late one evening when he finally managed to find time to drain some blood into a cup. An extensive amount of research had been done behind his parents’ and Carlos’ back over the past several days, and he was hoping that with the blood already there and ready, Carlos would see no reason not to accept it. 
Once it was done, he covered up the wound with a bandage and pulled his sleeve down before sneaking off to find the vampire while his parents watched a movie in the living room. Really, the only risk that came with doing this was knowing there was a chance that his parents might find out. They were so unbelievably against feeding their poor vampire, and they certainly wouldn’t be happy knowing their own son was the culprit.
It came as no surprise to him when he finally found Carlos passed out on the bathroom floor after being told to scrub the bottom of the shower. He carefully placed the cup of blood down on the edge of the sink and helped the vampire to sit up straight again, letting him lean on his shoulder for support. 
For a moment, he wasn’t even sure whether he’d actually passed out or if he’d just fallen asleep until Carlos managed to force his eyes open for just a moment to see what was going on around him. 
“Hey,” the human greeted quietly. “‘s okay. Just me. Sit up and lean against the cabinet for me, please.” 
There was a small whimper as the vampire tried to obey. “‘m sorry,” he whispered, shakily slumping against the cabinet doors as Ryker reached up to grab the cup. “Pl’se forgive me.”
“I’m not Mom and Dad,” Ryker gently reminded him. He pressed a hand to Carlos’ chest to hold him there and used to other to manoeuvre the cup closer to his lips.  “Listen, I need you to drink this, okay?”
There was a quiet protest. Pale, bony hands reached out to push the cup away from his face, but Ryker had the upper hand this time. 
“Drink it,” he repeated, firmer than before as he pushed the vampire’s hands down with his free hand and tilted the cup upwards just enough for a trickle to slip its way past Carlos’ chapped lips. He wasn’t surprised to see that the small drop was enough to send the vampire into a craze. Before too long, Carlos had taken the cup into his own shaky grip and downed the entire thing, a few drops dripping down the sides of his face and along his neck. 
With a small frown, Ryker used a damp face cloth to wipe his neck down before his parents saw. 
“It’s okay,” he whispered the moment he saw Carlos start to cry. “I made this decision on my own. You don’t need to feel bad. How- how do you feel?”
The vampire handed the cup back to him the moment he was done licking the last of the contents out of the cup. “Better. Tha-ank you. Thank you. I haven’t- haven’t felt this full in so long.”
Ryker offered a smile and placed the cup back on the sink, running a hand up and down Carlos’ shoulder. A part of him wanted to apologise for forcing him into drinking it, but after seeing how much better he looked already, he figured it’d been worth it. 
“Good. Consider me feeding you a ‘thank you’ for all the things you do for me, okay?”
Much to his delight, Carlos didn’t protest this time. He simply nodded and slumped back against the cabinet again, seemingly just enjoying the moment of relief from the constant pain in his stomach. 
He’d have to do this more often, Ryker realised. Carlos didn’t deserve to go hungry every night. 
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whumpsday · 1 year
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Kane & Jim #43: Everything’s Different Now
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content: vampire whumper (past), recovery, known whumpee a lil bit, begging, forced medical treatment, needles, panic attack, forced to endure trigger
takes place a few days after Home.
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Jim anxiously jiggled his leg in the waiting room. Every few seconds, he glanced to the side to make sure Liz was still sitting next to him.
It’s okay. It’s daytime. He can’t get you while the sun’s out, Jim tried to tell himself, but it didn’t feel real. It hadn’t felt real since the moment he stepped out of Kane’s house. He felt like any second, he would wake up back home, just like he’d done every day for the past five years.
Kane’s fucking mini-mansion is not your home, he chastised himself. You’re home now.
“Mommy, that’s the man from TV!”
Jim looked up to see a kid pointing right at him. The kid’s mom looked startled to see him, and a little embarrassed. “Don’t point, sweetie, it’s rude.” she chastised. “So sorry about that.” She said apologetically, but she wouldn’t stop staring. “God bless you.”
“It’s cool.” he dismissed, giving the kid an awkward wave and sinking further into the chair. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, being recognized from the news. It was kind of cool, maybe? But also... weird. Liz reached over and squeezed his hand.
“Mr. Lieberman?” called a nurse.
Jim stood up instantly, relieved to have an excuse to put those thoughts aside. Liz held his hand as they followed the nurse to one of the rooms.
They both sat down as the nurse began checking his vitals. Jim tried his best not to flinch away. He was still getting re-used to the idea that touch doesn’t mean pain.
“Hm, looks like you have a slight fever.” the nurse informed him.
“Oh.”
“The doctor should be in shortly.” She gave him a friendly smile, then left.
“This is so damn weird.” Jim muttered.
Liz got up and leaned against the wall by him. “What? Going to the doctor?”
“Yeah.” Everything about being back in the real world was weird. There were so many people, and they were all just... normal and nice. “I dunno, I haven’t really thought about going to the doctor as, like, an option in a while. I’ve been Kane’s for... almost a quarter of my life. It’s gonna take some getting used to.”
“You’ll get used to it. Means you still spent more than three quarters out.” She patted him on the back.
The doctor came in shortly after. “Jim, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Dr. Augury. How are you feeling?”
“Um, I’m feeling alright.” he replied.
“Good, good. I understand you’re coming to me about several issues after your ordeal. I’d like to take a look at your back, first things first. The records from the hospital indicated you’re at high risk for Lyme.”
“Oh, yeah. Those damn ticks were all over me.” Jim pulled his shirt over his head.
Liz gasped. “Jim...”
“Yep, that’d be Lyme. Multiple sites. That explains the fever. I’ll write you a prescription for some antibiotics and it should clear up no problem. You’ll make a follow-up appointment up front.” The doctor wrote something down while Jim put his shirt back on, then returned.
“Thanks, doc.” He’d have to check his back out in the mirror later.
“What’s next on the list?” the doctor asked.
“So, um, I’ve got... the neck, obviously.” Jim glanced at Liz. He hadn’t brought it up yet, but she had a few new scars herself: most notably, four claw-like marks running down her jaw. He knew hers were from vampires, just like his. He didn’t think he could bear to hear about vampires hurting his baby sister.
“Yes, I see. Is it giving you any troubles?”
“Yeah, actually.” Jim admitted. “Kinda thought it would go away, and like, it’s definitely faded a little, but it’s still there. And not just that... is there anything you could do to make it like, go away? Clear up or whatever?”
“I would recommend over the counter pain relief for the ache, we can reevaluate in a month if it still hurts. As for the scar... this vampire, it bit you on a daily basis?” the doctor asked.
“Yeah.”
The doctor looked at him sadly. “You have to understand that’s years of repeated trauma, reopening the same wound every single day. I can refer you to a specialist, but I’ll be honest, I don’t think the chances of this being able to be removed are high. I’m sorry.”
“I’d like the referral anyway, if that’s alright.” Jim requested.
“Of course.”
“And, um, my arm.” Jim held it up, showing off the unnatural bump under the skin. “He- I broke it a couple years ago and it healed all messed up. Still kinda hurts too.”
“I’ll refer you to a surgeon for that. He can get you some x-rays and fix the malunion. That I’m much more confident can be fixed.” the doctor said. “Is there anything else you’d like to discuss today?”
“Um, I don’t think so?” He shrugged.
“Alright, I’d just like to get a blood sample. Given the consistent blood loss over the past five years, it’s best to make sure everything’s going on alright in there.”
Jim froze. “I think... I’ll pass.”
“Jim, you should do it.” Liz encouraged. “It’d suck if something’s wrong with your blood and we didn’t catch it.”
“Nothing’s wrong with my blood.” Jim protested, unable to keep the tinge of defensiveness out of his voice. Kane certainly never thought there was anything wrong with his blood.
“I’d really recommend getting a blood sample.” the doctor interrupted. “It’s just going to be a little prick, that’s all.”
Head wrenched to the side, fangs sinking into his neck.
“No thanks.” Jim said firmly.
“Jim, c’mon. Please?” Liz’s brows bunched up in concern. “I’m worried about you.”
He sighed. He really didn’t want to do this. He was so fucking tired of having his blood taken. But alarm bells rang in his head: protesting was bad. He was being disobedient, and disobedience will always be punished, and he was so damn tired of being beaten. He knew Kane wasn’t here, but that nagging in the back of his mind scared him. He could behave.
“Okay.” he conceded.
“This will take less than a minute.” The doctor assured as he began preparing the syringe.
Liz stepped over. “Want me to hold your hand?”
Jim searched her words for a trace of mocking, but there was none.
“Yeah.” He felt pathetic, needing his little sister to hold his hand just to get his blood drawn when he was 24 years old. He’d done the same for her when they were kids, but he was surely too old for that now.
Liz took his hand in hers. “It’ll be okay.”
Jim’s eyes followed the doctor as he prepared the syringe. That’s going into me, and it’s going to take my blood. He shivered at the thought, squeezing Liz’s hand.
The doctor was saying something, but as the needle went in his arm, all he could see was Kane.
At first, he went still. It’s feeding time, and he has to be still and obedient during feeding. But then he remembers: he was out. He spent all that effort getting out, he almost died getting out, and now he’s back to being fed on.
He knew it was misbehavior, but the despair at his situation was just so powerful that he had to get away. Jim thrashed, but hands held him down as he cried over the urgent voices around him. “Please, no! I don’t wanna be food anymore! I was out! Please, Kane, sir, please stop!”
“Jim, it’s okay!” Strong hands held him firmly in place as his blood was taken from him again and again and again. “You’re not food, you’re a person, it’s just a blood draw! It’s almost over, just relax.” 
The doctor retreated with the syringe. Jim was vaguely aware of Liz asking him to give them space, and then the door was closed again, and he was alone with Liz, still holding him down. “Please, please, please,” he begged, tears streaming down his face.
Liz let go. As soon as his arms were free, Jim wrapped them around himself, shivering.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do.” Liz said. “The needle was already in you, I didn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“Needle...” Jim looked down at his arm, at the band-aid that had made its way there. He hadn’t used a band-aid in years. Kane always just stopped the bleeding himself. “He’s not here.”
“No. The vampire isn’t here.” Liz agreed. “You’re safe. We’re at the doctor’s, remember?”
He nodded slowly, feeling sick to his stomach. “I’m sorry f-for being disobedient. Please don’t punish me. I’ll be better.”
Liz was crying now, too. “No one’s gonna hurt you, Jim.” she assured, hugging him. “No punishing. You’re not... disobedient, you just freaked out. There’s no one to- disobey anymore, right? You’re free.”
“Right. Right, yeah.” Jim shook his head, trying to clear his mind. “S’just weird. Everything’s different now.”
“Yeah.” Liz was looking at him weirdly, like she was seeing him for the first time. “It is.”
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