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Rory x confident!punk!reader?

Like a new, charming, heavily crushed on alternative kid who is even more flirtatious than Rory. But they only have their eye on Rory, despite Rory being seen as an annoying nerd.

Oooh sounds good! Working on it (:

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“Fangs Like Ours” (Rory Keaner X Vamp reader)

Warnings: none!

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I felt him staring again.

Not in a creepy way—okay, maybe a little—but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Just… curious. Intense. Like he knew something about me that even I didn’t know yet.

That was Rory Keaner. I didn’t know much about him, except that he talked way too fast, wore too much red, and somehow managed to be a total dork and weirdly magnetic at the same time. His eyes always followed me when he thought I wasn’t looking. And I pretended not to notice, but… I did.

Every time.

My first week at Whitechapel High had been uneventful, at least on the surface. Same old stares, same old whispers, same fake smiles from students who didn’t mean them. It was what came with being new. And—if I was being honest—what came with being different.

Vampires tend to notice each other. It’s instinct.

So imagine my surprise when I realized he hadn’t.

Rory was always on the edge of a crowd, never fully in it. The guy with the punchline, the bad jokes, the awkward charm. But there was something under all of that. Something dark. Something… familiar.

He was one of us.

But he didn’t know I was.

Not yet.

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He finally talked to me three days after I arrived.

I was walking to my locker when he all but slammed into the one beside mine, acting like it was totally on purpose.

“Hey!” he said too loudly. “Fancy meeting you here. At… your locker.”

I raised a brow. “Isn’t your locker down the hall?”

He blinked. “How’d you know that?”

I smirked. “I pay attention.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. “Right. Cool. Paying attention is… cool.”

There was an awkward silence. I didn’t fill it.

“I’m Rory,” he blurted, then winced like he already knew how dumb that sounded. “Sorry. You probably knew that already. I’m kind of—uh—well known for some stuff. Not like famous. Just, you know, minor chaos and maybe setting off the fire alarm last year.”

I tilted my head. “Was that before or after you got turned?”

His face froze.

“What?”

I leaned in slightly, just enough so only he could hear me. “Relax. I’m not going to out you. Just thought you should know you’re not the only one hiding sharp teeth.”

His eyes widened. “You’re a—? But you’re—how? You’re new!”

“Not that new,” I said, flashing just the barest hint of fang. “I just move a lot.”

He stared at me like I’d just rewritten the laws of physics.

And then he smiled. Wide. Almost too wide.

“Oh my god. This is amazing. Do you know how rare it is to meet another vampire who doesn’t want to kill me or talk in riddles? Wait—are you one of the broody, tragic ones? Please say no. I can’t do more brooding.”

I laughed. “I’m not broody. I’m just tired. Eternally.”

“That’s fair. Immortal exhaustion. It’s real.”

He leaned against the locker beside me like we’d been doing this forever.

“I wasn’t gonna talk to you,” he admitted. “I mean—I wanted to. A lot. But I didn’t want to freak you out. Normal people get weird when I… get weird.”

I looked at him, really looked.

“Good thing I’m not normal then, huh?”

He blinked, then grinned. “I think I might actually be in love.”

I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t stop smiling.

Because for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like the new girl. Or the monster. Or the secret.

I just felt seen.

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Blood Moon Rising (Benny Weir X newly bitten Reader)

Warning: none! Just the mention of blood and death(:

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Based on this request :p

I didn’t even hear him coming.

Jesse’s voice was like silk and shadow all at once. Smooth. Sharp. And then—his fangs were in my neck before I could scream. It burned. Like fire in my veins, searing through my skin and bone. I remember Benny yelling my name. I think he tried to fight Jesse off. I think I collapsed.

Then, nothing.

When I woke up, I was lying on a couch I didn’t recognize. Benny’s basement. His hoodie was wrapped around me, and his hands were gripping mine like a lifeline.

“You’re awake,” he breathed, his voice hoarse. “Oh my god, you’re awake.”

My throat felt like sandpaper. My head throbbed. Everything was too loud—the ticking of the clock, the creaking pipes, even Benny’s panicked heartbeat.

“What happened?” I rasped.

His face broke. “Jesse. He bit you. You’re… turning.”

I sat up too fast and dizziness hit me like a truck. “No. No, no, Benny—”

“We’re going to fix this,” he said immediately. “Sarah’s on her way. Ethan’s digging through the spellbooks. I’m not—I’m not letting you become one of them.”

But we couldn’t stop it.

Sarah tried everything she knew. Ethan even called Rory, who was completely useless but really wanted to help. Benny barely left my side. He researched late into the night, his notes sprawled everywhere. He looked tired. Pale. He kept pretending he was okay, but every time he looked at me, I saw that flicker of fear in his eyes.

I was losing control.

Sometimes I’d just… stare at someone and hear their heartbeat. Their blood rushing. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I could barely touch Benny without wanting to tear into him.

And still, he stayed.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered one night, curled up in the corner of his room with shaking hands.

“You won’t,” he said softly, kneeling in front of me. “You’re not like Jesse. You’re not like any of them.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know you.”

The night I completed the transition, I could feel it—down to my bones. Something in me snapped. The thirst bloomed into a full, agonizing ache, and my heart… stopped.

Literally.

I sat up with a gasp, my lungs dragging in air I didn’t need. The room looked different—sharper, brighter, like I’d put on glasses for the first time. I could hear people walking outside, their blood pulsing through their veins.

And Benny.

His scent. His warmth. The way he looked at me—shaking, terrified, but still here.

“It’s done,” I said quietly, staring down at my cold hands. “I’m not human anymore.”

He didn’t answer.

He just crossed the room and wrapped his arms around me. Tight. Like I was still the same girl I was before Jesse sank his fangs into me.

“You’re still you,” he whispered into my hair. “I don’t care what your heart says. Mine still beats for you.”

I choked on a sob. “Benny—”

“I’m not leaving. I meant what I said. Vampire or not, I’m not going anywhere.”

It wasn’t the ending I wanted.

But maybe it was the beginning of something else.

Because even if the blood moon had changed me forever…

Benny still looked at me like I was the only girl in the world.

And that?

That kept me human… just enough.

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Center Stage (Benny Weir x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Warnings: none!

based on this request (:

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I’ve never really felt like the “new kid.” Not with a voice like mine.

There’s something about it—when I speak, people listen. Not just politely. Not like a teacher scolding kids into silence. No, it’s different. It’s like the room stills, the air tightens, and every eye turns to me. The first time I sang in front of a crowd, my drama teacher dropped his coffee. Said he felt like he was under a spell.

He wasn’t wrong.

Whitechapel High was supposed to be my fresh start. New town, new school, same strange gift I’ve been hiding since I was twelve. I thought a place like this wouldn’t notice someone like me, especially with all the rumors I’d heard—vampires, ghosts, demon cheerleaders? Sounded like urban legend crap.

Until I met Benny Weir.

He stumbled into rehearsal with a borrowed script and a half-apology on his lips. “Sorry, Coach said I needed an extracurricular or I’d fail phys ed. Something about teamwork. Is theatre teamwork?”

He was funny. And cute in that nerdy, hasn’t-slept-since-grade-eight way. But more importantly—he wasn’t affected by my voice. At least, not in the usual way. He laughed when I delivered my monologue like a tragedy and clapped too hard at the end. No dazed expression. No stiff posture. Just Benny, being... Benny.

“You’re kind of mesmerizing,” he said after rehearsal, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. “Like... I wanted to listen to every word, but it didn’t feel forced. Not like Evelyn.”

I froze.

Evelyn.

“You know about her?” I asked carefully.

Benny nodded. “Yeah. We had a whole Siren situation a while back. Didn’t end well.” Then he looked at me with a flash of concern. “Are you...?”

“I’m not like her,” I said quickly. But my voice cracked just slightly.

Because I wasn’t so sure anymore.

The first time something went wrong was the next week. Our drama teacher—Mr. Harris—criticized my blocking in rehearsal. Nothing major. But the moment I responded, my voice laced with a bit too much edge, he stopped moving. Just... stood there.

And he stayed frozen. For five minutes.

Benny saw it happen. He pulled me into the prop room, closed the door, and stared at me like I was something between fascinating and terrifying.

“Okay, so, you are magical. And it’s getting worse.”

I nodded, breath shallow. “I don’t want to hurt anyone, Benny.”

“I don’t think you want to,” he said softly, reaching out to take my hand. “But maybe your voice doesn’t care what you want.”

It hit me then—my power wasn’t just about being heard. It was about being obeyed. It didn’t matter if I asked politely or screamed. If I wanted someone to stop, they stopped. If I wanted to be followed, they followed.

And that kind of power? It doesn’t just stay harmless.

We started researching together. Late nights in the library, dusty books, half-burnt spell pages. Benny was surprisingly smart beneath all the chaos—sweet, too. He brought snacks. Talked to me like I was human when everyone else treated me like a walking spotlight.

Some nights, I’d read aloud from the books, and he’d shiver.

“Stop that,” he’d joke, clutching his heart. “You're gonna make me fall for you.”

And one night, I whispered back, “Maybe I want you to.”

He looked up slowly. “Was that you, or the voice?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered, trembling. “I think... it was me.”

He kissed me anyway.

But mystery doesn’t leave Whitechapel quietly. The power inside me was growing stronger. During opening night of the play, I spoke the first line—and the entire auditorium fell silent. Too silent. No breathing. No movement. No blinking.

Benny leapt onto the stage. “Stop!”

I looked at him, panicked. “I didn’t mean to—!”

“Then tell them to wake up.”

I turned to the crowd. My voice cracked as I said, “Please—wake up.”

They did.

Not all at once. But slowly, like sleepwalkers shaking off a dream.

Benny grabbed my hand as the curtain fell early. “We’ll figure this out. I don’t care how powerful your voice is. It doesn’t scare me.”

“You should be scared,” I whispered.

He smiled. “Nah. You just need someone to keep you grounded. And lucky for you... I’m immune to charm.”

I smiled back, even though my heart was still pounding.

Maybe I wasn’t just the new kid.

Maybe I was something dangerous.

But with Benny by my side?

Maybe I wasn’t alone.

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what is up ! could i request a benny x reader fic where reader or whomever is bit by jessie instead of ethan and benny flips tf out

Heeey x

Of course! Sounds fun 😋 working on it! Expect it very soon 🙂‍↔️

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As a new mbiatv fan your fanfics are saving me🙏😭

With that I was wondering if you could do some headcannons or a oneshot for Benny x gn! musical theater!reader? But instead of the reader having a danity more ukulele girl type voice (you know the one), they have a booming one that commands attention. I’m a huge belter.. yes this is self-insterty don’t judge me xp

Awe thank you :(<3 , and ofc! It's on the works already :p , hope you'll like it!

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The Space Between Us (Rory Keaner X Benny Weir X reader)

Warning: None! Just a bit of angst(:

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based on this request (:

I never meant to hurt either of them.

That’s the part that stings the most. Not the guilt. Not the lies. Just the fact that someone is going to get hurt.

And maybe it’s me.

It started with Rory. It always does.

He’s a walking distraction, reckless and magnetic in a way that makes you forget your name and remember the taste of danger. He’d found me after school, grinning like he knew a secret and wanted to whisper it against my skin.

“You okay?” he asked, eyes scanning me like he could see the war behind my smile.

I nodded. Lied. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Rory leaned against the lockers, far too close, the hallway already empty. His voice dropped. “You’ve been weird lately. Different.”

I swallowed. “I’m just… thinking too much.”

He tilted his head. “Thinking about me?”

I didn’t answer. That was enough.

He took a step closer. His hand brushed my cheek, unexpectedly gentle for someone so chaotic. And his eyes—warm, golden, aching—asked the question he didn’t say aloud.

So I kissed him.

Maybe to quiet the guilt.

Maybe to chase the butterflies.

Or maybe just to feel something other than confusion.

The kiss was sweet and rough all at once. Like him. His fingers tangled in my hair for a moment, holding me close like he was scared I’d disappear. And part of me wanted to stay right there. Let him kiss away the doubt.

But the moment we pulled apart, reality rushed in. Fast. Cold.

I stepped back.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” I whispered.

His smile faltered. “Why not?”

I couldn’t answer. I just walked away.

I didn’t go home. I went to Benny’s.

I shouldn’t have. That’s what makes this worse.

He opened the door, hair a mess, wearing one of his oversized hoodies. His eyes lit up when he saw me—but he saw right through me too.

“Did something happen?” he asked softly.

“Can I come in?”

He didn’t hesitate. Benny never does.

The silence between us was heavy. I sat on his bed while he sat beside me, too close and not close enough.

“I kissed Rory,” I said, voice small.

His shoulders stiffened.

“Oh,” he said, and it felt like I’d slapped him. “Okay.”

“Benny, I—”

“No. It’s okay,” he said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I mean… he’s Rory. People like Rory. You’re… allowed to like him.”

“But I like you too,” I said, and the words came out cracked. Honest.

His breath caught. “Then why did you kiss him?”

I looked at him, guilt burning behind my eyes. “Because I was scared. Because it was easy. Because he was there.”

Silence. A pause that could’ve split the earth.

“And what am I?” he asked. “Just the backup plan?”

I shook my head. “No. God, no. You’re the part of me that makes sense. The one that doesn’t pull me under.”

He looked away. “Then why do I always feel like I’m losing?”

I didn’t mean to kiss him. I swear. But I did.

Soft. Desperate. Like an apology wrapped in lips and breath and trembling hands.

When I pulled back, his eyes were glassy.

“You can’t keep doing this,” he whispered. “You can’t kiss both of us like we’re puzzle pieces you’re trying to force together.”

“I know,” I said, voice barely audible. “I know.”

He stood up, like sitting still hurt too much. “Figure out what you want, before you destroy us.”

I watched him walk away from me.

And I sat there—heart full, hands empty, and the taste of two boys on my lips like a confession I couldn’t take back.

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Making out with Benny and Rory (separately) for the first time🫣🔥

Ohhh sounds good! Working on a one shot based on this ! 😋

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So sensitive (virgin Ethan Morgan X Vamp reader)

So.. this is the first time I did smut, hope is good enough...

Warnings: descriptive stuff (blowjobs), this is written on a more tender and loving pov tho..

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He sits at the edge of the bed, legs parted just slightly, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress. His eyes flicker down to mine, then quickly away. His lips are parted, and the color in his cheeks deepens every time I so much as move closer.

I stay where I am for a moment — between his knees, resting on mine — letting him look, letting him breathe. He’s so open right now. Not just physically, but emotionally. There’s something sacred about that. Something fragile and deeply, achingly human.

“You okay?” I ask softly, fingertips grazing over his knees, up his thighs. He’s warm all over — flushed from the inside out.

He nods too quickly, then pauses and says, almost too quietly, “Yeah. Just… I’ve never done anything like this.”

“I know,” I whisper. I say it like a promise, not a warning. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’ve got you.”

His eyes lock with mine for a second longer, and then I watch him nod again, slower this time. There’s trust there. I can feel it settle between us like a thread I don’t dare break.

I lean forward, kissing the soft skin just above his waistband. I feel him tense beneath my touch, a sharp inhale escaping him. He’s already trembling, and I’ve barely begun. Gently, I hook my fingers in the fabric and tug his sweatpants down just enough, moving carefully. I take my time. Letting him breathe. Letting him feel.

He’s hard already, and shy about it. Beautiful in that vulnerability.

I press another kiss to his hipbone before glancing up. “Still okay?”

He nods again, biting his lower lip. “Yeah. You… You don’t have to go slow just for me.”

I smile at that. Sweet boy. “I want to go slow because it’s you.”

When I wrap my fingers around him, his hips jump slightly. He lets out the softest sound—half gasp, half moan—and I feel it everywhere. His reactions are so honest, so real. It makes me want to give him everything.

I kiss the tip first—just a ghost of touch—and he exhales hard, hips twitching.

“God,” he murmurs, eyes squeezing shut. “That’s…”

“Too much?”

He shakes his head quickly. “No. No, it’s perfect.”

So I keep going, letting my tongue trace along the underside, feather-light, just enough to make him shiver. He’s breathing fast now, fingers twitching on the bedsheets like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. I want to tell him he doesn’t need to do anything. That he can just let go. So I show him.

Slowly, I take more of him in, letting my mouth move over him in gentle, deliberate motions. Every sound he makes feels like a reward — the soft gasps, the broken whimpers, the way his voice catches when he tries to say my name.

One of his hands slips into my hair, hesitant, like he’s asking permission just by touching. I don’t mind. I love the way he touches — gentle, reverent, like he’s afraid of hurting me even when he’s the one unraveling.

“You’re…” He cuts off with a low groan, his thighs tensing. “I’m not gonna last long.”

I pull off just long enough to kiss the base of him, then whisper against his skin, “You don’t have to. Just let go.”

I watch him fall apart in front of me, trembling under my hands, hips arching, mouth open in stunned pleasure. His whole body shudders as he finishes, and I hold him through it — steady, careful, not letting go until his breathing slows and he starts to come back down to earth.

When it’s over, I gently tuck him back in, climb up beside him on the bed, and rest my head on his shoulder. His chest is still rising and falling like waves, his skin flushed, glowing. His hand finds mine, fingers lacing clumsily together.

“That was…” he starts, then laughs breathlessly. “I don’t even know how to describe it.”

I kiss his jaw, soft and slow. “You don’t have to.”

He turns to face me, his expression still a little dazed. “I feel like I’ve been rewired.”

I chuckle and pull the blanket over us, tucking him into my side. “Good. That was the goal.”

He’s quiet for a beat, then murmurs, “Thank you. For making it feel… safe.”

My heart aches a little at that. I lift my hand to brush through his hair and press a kiss to his temple. “You never had to earn this, Ethan. You’re safe with me. Always.”

And in that moment — in the quiet, warm dark, wrapped up in each other — I swear I feel something shift. Like something deep between us has settled. Like this wasn’t just the first time. It was the beginning of something bigger.

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"Vital Signs" (Rory Keaner X Vamp doctor! reader)

Warnings: none! Just slight mention of blood

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Based on this request:)

Being a vampire was supposed to change everything.

That’s what everyone kept saying—eternal youth, unrelenting thirst, unstoppable power. But for me? It mostly meant late nights, long hours hunched over notebooks, and occasionally stabbing myself with needles to see how my blood reacted to different stressors on day 37 post-transformation.

I wasn’t interested in power or mindless feeding frenzies. I was interested in data. What made some vampires go feral while others stayed sane? Why could certain vampires tolerate five minutes of sunlight, while others couldn’t survive a flash of UV? What even were vital signs for something technically dead?

So, I turned my basement into a lab. It smelled like bleach, candle wax, and old blood. I called it cozy.

"Yo, Drac—Doc? Doctor Drac?" Rory’s voice echoed down the stairs before his sneakers did. “I brought you that blood sample from the weird guy who only drinks from antique goblets.”

I pulled off my gloves, already scribbling notes. “You mean Jasper? The one who insists O-negative makes his aura more ‘vibrant’?”

“That’s the one,” Rory said proudly, holding up a Tupperware container like it was some kind of holy grail. “Clean sample. No mess. No bitey incidents.”

I raised an eyebrow. “That’s a first.”

He flopped dramatically onto my exam table, legs swinging. “So how’s the vampire health biz going?”

I shrugged. “Slow. I’ve narrowed down three metabolic patterns in unstable vampiric physiology, but I need more controlled data. Ideally not from someone who drinks blood through a wine aerator.”

Rory tilted his head and watched me like I was a particularly attractive science fair project. “You ever think about just… being a vampire? Y’know, doing vampire things? Flying, biting, turning into bats—whatever.”

I paused. “I tried turning into mist once. Ended up with a severe electrolyte imbalance and a nosebleed.”

He nodded, dead serious. “Classic mistake.”

I smirked and bit back a laugh as I returned to my notes. “Honestly? I think there’s more value in understanding how we work. There’s not exactly a CDC for vampires.”

“VCDC,” Rory repeated, eyes lighting up. “Wait. That’s genius.”

“Right?” I grinned. “Vampiric Conditions and Diagnostic Control.”

“You’re like a hot Dr. Frankenstein,” he said, eyes sparkling. “But less corpse-assembly, more self-diagnostics.”

I laughed. “Thanks… I think.”

Then his tone shifted, softer. “Most people wouldn’t care about this stuff. They’d go full Dracula and never look back.”

I looked up at him, surprised by how genuine he sounded. “Why do you?”

He shrugged. “Because someone should. And it’s kind of… cool. Watching you care enough to figure this stuff out. Use your brain instead of just your fangs.”

There was a weird flutter in my chest that didn’t show up on any chart. “I do use my fangs. For scientific purposes.”

“Right. Noble cause of science,” he said with a smirk, pressing a hand to his heart. “Listen, Doc—if you ever need a research assistant, or someone to keep you company on late-night blood runs, I’m your guy.”

I walked over and gently dragged a tongue depressor across his cheek. “Vital signs suggest you’re surprisingly… stable. For you.”

He grinned wider. “Vital signs, huh? So you have been checking me out.”

I rolled my eyes. “Medically. Don’t push it.”

He laughed, but he didn’t get up to leave. And I didn’t mind.

Because for all my tests and theories on what vampires are, maybe Rory was the first solid piece of evidence pointing toward what we could be.

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Okay hear me out-

Rory x a vampire doctor reader. I’m thinking like a newly turned vampire who instead of going on power trips, they spend their time researching and experimenting with themselves. Figuring out what healthy and unhealthy vampires are, routinely doing vital checks on the others to make sure they’re “healthy.” I just thought it was a cool idea cause that’s lowkey what I would do LOL

LOOOOL sounds actually interesting, working on it ! 👀

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"Moonlight Confessions" (Benny Weir X Vamp!reader

Warnings: none! I think

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It’s funny how moonlight makes everything look softer. Even Benny.

He’s standing across from me in his backyard, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, hair messier than usual. The porch light flickers behind him, casting a glow around his head like some kind of halo. If only he knew how much that made my blood stir—well, metaphorically. My heart hasn’t beat in a while.

“You didn’t have to come,” he says, avoiding my gaze. “Not like it’s a full moon or zombie uprising or anything tonight.”

“I know,” I reply. “I wanted to.”

He finally meets my eyes. Brown and soft and unbearably kind. That’s the thing about Benny. He’s always treated me like I’m still… human.

But I’m not. Not anymore.

A breeze passes through the yard and I catch the scent of his cologne. I used to like it before I turned. Now it’s intoxicating. Too warm, too real. It reminds me of everything I can’t be again.

“Benny…” I hesitate. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

“Uh-oh,” he says, trying to joke. “Is this where you say you’ve secretly been hired by the Vampire Council to eat my soul or something?”

I almost laugh. Almost.

“No. Worse.” I step closer. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Silence.

Then a sharp breath from him, like I’ve punched it out of his lungs. I see the flicker of surprise, confusion… and something else. Hope?

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I know it’s stupid. I’m—I'm a vampire. I’m not even supposed to feel this stuff anymore. And you're—”

“I’m in love with you too.”

The words hit me harder than any slayer’s stake ever could.

“What?”

Benny runs a hand through his hair, suddenly flushed. “You think I don’t notice the way I look at you? Or how every time you’re around, I forget to breathe, even though I don’t have fangs or super speed or eternal youth? You make me feel like… like I matter.”

I stare at him, mouth parted, shocked speechless for once in my undead life.

“But you’re human,” I finally manage. “I could hurt you.”

“You haven’t yet,” he says, stepping closer, voice softer now. “And I trust you. With everything. Even my dumb heart.”

I reach for his hand—hesitant, trembling—and he takes it like it’s nothing. Like I’m not cold and cursed. Like I’m just… me.

He leans in, and I swear the stars lean with him.

His lips brush mine, warm and unsure, and for a moment I forget the hunger, the guilt, the ache of what I’ve become. I just feel.

Alive

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In the Shadows of the Moonlight (Ethan Morgan x Spellcaster!Reader)

Warnings: none, I think:)

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I never meant to fall for Ethan Morgan. Not when I transferred to Whitechapel High. Not when I realized my biology teacher was a werewolf. And definitely not when I found out vampires, seers, and necromancers were real.

But here I was—heart pounding, ribs aching—as Ethan yanked me into an alley behind the movie theater.

“We have to hide—he’s still following us,” he whispered, pulling me close. His hand was warm in mine, firm and steady even though I could feel his pulse racing.

I pressed my back against the cold brick, trying to catch my breath. “He knows you’re a Seer,” I said. “That’s why he’s after us.”

Ethan turned his head just enough to look at me, his expression tight. “Yeah? Well, he also knows you’re not exactly normal either.”

I stiffened.

I wasn’t sure what I expected—fear, disgust, maybe regret for ever talking to me. But Ethan just looked… worried.

“Thanks,” I murmured, my voice barely above a breath. “For not running away when I accidentally set that streetlamp on fire earlier.”

He gave a short laugh. “Are you kidding? That was amazing. Terrifying, but amazing.”

I winced and cradled my side. The rogue vampire had thrown me into a dumpster like I weighed nothing.

“I didn’t want this,” I said. “I didn’t want any of it. I just wanted to blend in. Maybe pass Bio. Maybe not have my emotions explode lightbulbs.”

Ethan stepped closer, his voice quieter, gentler. “You’re not alone anymore, okay? I know what it’s like—to feel like you don’t belong. But you do. With us. With… me.”

I looked up at him. My chest tightened.

“Ethan…”

A sudden gust of wind swept through the alley. My heart dropped.

The vampire was back.

He moved like smoke—silent, fast, eyes glowing red. Ethan instantly stepped in front of me.

“Stay behind me,” he said, voice tense.

But I didn’t listen.

Instead, I reached deep—into the fear twisting in my chest, into the anger, into that strange well of power I still barely understood. I pulled at the light flickering from the streetlamp above us, and it answered.

Energy danced across my skin, humming with heat.

The vampire lunged. Ethan saw it before it happened—his Seer vision kicking in—and he grabbed my hand, guiding it.

Together, we unleashed the light.

A burst of pure energy erupted from my fingers, striking the vampire midair. He let out an unearthly screech before crumbling into ash at our feet.

Silence followed.

I swayed and dropped to my knees, dizzy. Drained.

Ethan was there before I hit the ground, his arms around me, grounding me.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I nodded slowly. “Tired. But… yeah.”

There was a long, fragile pause. Then his voice again—softer this time.

“I was scared I’d lose you.”

I met his eyes, heart fluttering. “Ethan…”

“I know everything’s a mess right now,” he said, “but I need you to know—I've felt something for you since day one. You’re smart. Brave. Completely unpredictable. Which, I guess, is exactly my type.”

Despite everything, I laughed. “I like you too, Ethan. I just didn’t want you caught up in my chaos.”

He smiled. “You do realize who my best friends are, right? I practically live in chaos.”

My chest warmed. Slowly, I leaned in, forehead resting against his. The world fell away. Just us, wrapped in a breathless quiet. Then his lips brushed mine—tentative, warm, and real.

When we pulled apart, he was grinning like an idiot.

“So,” he said, “you wanna go save the world together?”

I smiled back. “Only if we stop for pizza first.”

“Deal.”

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Kiss Me Before the Sun Rises (Erica Jones X reader)

Warnings: none!

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I’ve always known Erica Jones wasn’t like other people. It wasn’t just the way she walked into a room like she owned it—or how her eyes caught the light just a second too long.

It was the way she made me feel like the world slowed down when she looked at me.

She was a vampire. Everyone knew that. Or at least, the ones who mattered did. Whitechapel had its secrets, and I was quickly learning I was tangled up in more of them than I realized.

I didn’t mean to follow her that night. But she was moving fast, cutting through the shadows like they bent for her. I was supposed to be home. I wasn’t supposed to be creeping through the woods at midnight, heart pounding and flashlight shaking in my hand.

But I needed answers.

And I needed her.

“Erica,” I called out, finally breathless when I caught up. “Wait.”

She turned, her eyes glowing faintly in the dark. Her expression was unreadable—half annoyed, half... something else.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said. “It’s dangerous.”

“I don’t care.”

She stared at me for a long moment. “You should.”

I stepped closer, heart thudding. “You’ve been avoiding me. Ever since that night at the arcade. When I saw what you really are.”

Her jaw tightened. “Yeah, well. You weren’t supposed to see that either.”

“Then why didn’t you wipe my memory like you did to everyone else?”

That made her pause.

I saw something flicker behind her eyes. Guilt. Maybe something softer.

“Because,” she said quietly, “I didn’t want you to forget me.”

The air went still.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe—but not from fear. From something deeper. Older. Like I was standing at the edge of something dangerous and beautiful, and all I had to do was take one step forward.

“I’m not scared of you,” I whispered.

“You should be.”

“But I’m not.”

She looked at me like I was a puzzle she couldn’t solve. Her lips parted like she was going to say something sharp—but she didn’t.

Instead, she stepped toward me, slow and deliberate. “You don’t understand what I am,” she said. “What I could do to you. If I ever lost control…”

“Then don’t lose control,” I said. “Be with me instead.”

Her laugh was soft. Sad. “You think it’s that easy?”

I reached for her hand. Cold. Still. But she didn’t pull away.

“I think you’ve been alone for a long time,” I said. “And I think you don’t want to be anymore.”

She didn’t answer. Just looked at me like I was sunlight and she didn’t know if she wanted to run or stand still and burn.

Then, finally—she kissed me.

It wasn’t sweet. It was desperate. Cold lips against mine, the taste of night and danger and longing all wrapped into one. Her hands tangled in my hair. Mine gripped the edges of her jacket like I was afraid she’d disappear if I let go.

When she pulled back, her eyes were soft. Scared. But alive.

“I can’t promise I’ll be good at this,” she whispered.

“You don’t have to be good,” I said. “You just have to... stay.”

The horizon was starting to lighten in the distance. Morning wasn’t far off.

But in that moment, I didn’t care.

Let the sun rise.

Just let her be mine.

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Fangs, Films, and Feelings (Rory Keaner X Vamp reader)

Warnings: none! Enjoy:)!

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I never thought my first week as a vampire would include slushies, zombie flicks, and a guy in a Batman cape lecturing me about garlic resistance.

But then again, nothing about Rory Keaner was normal.

My life had gone from “average high schooler” to “blood-craving nocturnal freak” after that night at the cemetery. I still didn’t know who bit me—only that they disappeared, and I woke up craving O negative and hissing at sunlight.

I was spiraling. Until Rory found out.

“I knew your aura looked weirder than usual,” he’d said, tossing a bag of blood in your locker like it was a granola bar. “Welcome to Team Undead. Don’t worry, I got you.”

I hadn’t asked for a mentor. But Rory insisted. And somehow, I found yourself at his place every night, watching horror movies while he explained “the real vampire rules,” complete with drawn diagrams and occasional Mortal Kombat comparisons.

Tonight, he waved a DVD in front of me like it was gold.

“Tonight’s lesson: how not to flirt with humans when you’re a vampire. Featuring: Nosferatu’s Dating Guide! It’s a classic. Unintentionally.”

I sat cross-legged on the couch, clutching a thermal mug full of warmed blood. “Rory… why are all your lessons movies from the 80s?”

“Because cinema is the most underrated vampire survival tool. Also, popcorn.”

He plopped down beside me, the cushion dipping slightly. He was always close. Closer than he needed to be. Not that I minded.

Not anymore.

At first, I thought Rory was just... Rory. Awkward, goofy, addicted to slushies and video games. But lately—he’d been different. Softer, especially when I struggled. Like when I almost bit my best friend during lunch, or when sunlight made my skin blister. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t run.

He just... stayed.

And when I’d confessed that I were scared—of hurting someone, of never feeling normal again—Rory had taken my hand and said, “Hey, I’m not normal. And look how awesome I turned out.”

Now, as the movie played, he handed me popcorn soaked in synthetic blood. “It’s… an acquired taste.”

I laughed, easing back into the cushions. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re undead. We’re basically soulmates.”

You blinked at him.

He froze.

“I—I mean in a training partner way! Not like... biting bonds or vampire marriage rituals or anything. Definitely not that.” he panicked

I raised a brow, amused. “Vampire marriage rituals?”

“Pfft. Made that up. Totally. Unless you’re into that.” he stuttered

Silence stretched between us. The movie flickered in front of me, long forgotten.

“Rory?” I asked quietly.

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad it was you. Who found out. Helped me.” I looked down, then back up. “I was losing it.”

He looked at me like he wanted to say something stupid. But didn’t.

Instead, he reached over and took my hand again. “You’re not alone, okay? You’ve got me. Forever, if you want.”

The warmth of his hand shouldn’t have meant much. We were vampires. Cold-blooded. Night-cursed.

But my heart stuttered anyway.

Maybe life after death didn’t have to suck. Not when Rory Keaner was in it.

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Hi! I'm sorry I haven't been as active as before 🥲, I've been very busy with school </3 but I'm working on a one shot right now! So expect it very soon 🙂‍↔️

(idk why, but I love that pic of Rory so much omg)

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Why me ? ( Benny Weir X new vamp!reader)

Warnings: mentions of blood and death, but other than that.. just fluff 🫶🏻

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“This can't be true... It's impossible, right? I'm not dead, it just doesn't make sense. I'm supposed to grow old, have a family.. but know I'm stuck at 16 forever..” I rant to my boyfriend while he just tried his best to calm me down.

“hey.. it's not that bad, okay? You can still start a family, you can still go to school... You'll still be able to do almost everything you want. This just means, you'll have more time..” Benny tried to lighten the mood.

“But this isn't fair! Yesterday morning I was just a normal teenage girl, and now? I'm a vampire?! All because last night that sucker (Jesse) wanted to make it well known he was back!”

“Ethan saw it on one of his visions, but I just was too stubborn to pay attention to what he was saying... If I just did what he told me.. ” I said through sobs.

“Hey hey hey” benny caressed my cheeks “You'll be fine, I promise you. Besides.. you have a bunch of vamp friends to help you, righ? He said while smiling softly at me

“yeah, I guess you're right...” I chuckled “I'm just overwhelmed with all of this..” I looked directly to his eyes sobbing “Why me? ”

“Don't think like that, it could've happened to anyone else, even me” he laughed. “you just were in the wrong place at the wrong time, love.”

“But now.. you're human, and I'm a monster” I said looking at myself

“what? You think I'd leave you over something like this?” he asked almost mad at me

”y-yeah? I'd do it, to be honest. I wouldn't want to be with a monster like .. me” I said shyly

“Okay, enough. You're not a monster, you're not a creep, you're just .. you. Yeah, you are a vampire now, but that doesn't change what's inside of you, doesn't change your essence..” he said softly, getting closer to me.

“are you sure, Ben?” I asked him with wide eyes

“ I've never been more sure about something in my life, love” he said hugging me “we're in this together, I'm not leaving you alone, ever.” he whispered in my ear.

If I wasn't undead I'm sure my face would be as red as a tomato “i love you so much, you don't even know” I said hugging him tightly

“i could say the same thing, my love.” he kissed my forehead “but for now.. what do you say about watching a TV show with snacks” he suggested with playful eyes.

“sounds good, baby” I said getting cozy in the sofa.

“Okay, my love, I'll bring you a bloodbag and some chips for us, I love you. Be right back” he said walking to the kitchen.

“I love you more”