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“Blood and Lies” (Ethan Morgan X Vamp!Reader)

Warnings: none!

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The night always smells different when Ethan’s around.

Warmer. Safer. Dangerous, in a way that has nothing to do with fangs or magic.

I should have known it wouldn’t last.

It started small. Whispered conversations between classes, stolen glances in the hallways, moments where his hand brushed mine and the world felt almost normal. Almost.

“People are going to notice,” Ethan murmured one night, the two of us standing too close under the flickering streetlight outside Whitechapel High. His voice carried that mix of worry and softness that always made me want to listen.

“Let them,” I whispered back, even though we both knew I didn’t mean it. My life wasn’t safe. Loving him wasn’t safe.

But I loved him anyway.

The first lie was easy. A missed text.

The second, a vague excuse about “patrol.”

The third… that’s when it started to hurt.

Because the truth was ugly: someone was hunting him. Someone with enough power to end him before I could blink. And I would do anything to stop that from happening, even if it meant working with the people I swore I’d never trust.

Jesse was my contact. Reckless, infuriating, but connected to the underground in ways I wasn’t. He promised protection spells, safe zones — if I helped him.

I thought I could keep Ethan out of it. I thought I could keep my lies neat and clean.

I was wrong.

The night it fell apart, the air was heavy, thick with the copper scent of danger.

“y/n” Jesse said, shoving the glowing vial into my hands. “This’ll keep him safe. But you need to stay away for a while. You’re too close — they’ll notice.”

My hands trembled around the glass, the magic pulsing against my skin like a second heartbeat. “I can’t just leave him, Jesse—”

“You can if you want him alive.”

I hated him for being right.

But before I could answer, before I could even breathe, Ethan’s voice cut through the empty hall.

“y/n?”

I froze. The vial slipped slightly in my grasp, catching the moonlight. And then he was there — wide eyes, messy hair, backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder. The boy who knew me better than anyone else… or so he thought.

“What… is that?” His voice cracked, quiet but sharp enough to slice me open.

“Ethan, I—” I started, stepping forward, but he stepped back.

“You’re working with them?”

I blinked, stunned. “No! I— It’s not like that, Ethan, please, you have to listen to me.”

His laugh was hollow, broken. “Listen? You’ve been lying to me for weeks! All that time I thought—” He cut himself off, his throat tightening like he couldn’t even get the words out. “Do you even know what that feels like? To think you’re safe with someone, only to find out you’re just another game to them?”

“It’s not a game!” My voice cracked this time, sharp and desperate. “I did this to protect you. Someone is after you, Ethan. They said—”

“Stop.” His voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of every wall he’d just built between us. “Just… stop.”

For a moment, there was nothing but silence, the kind that drowns you. His eyes — God, his eyes — were full of something I couldn’t name. Hurt. Anger. Maybe even fear.

I reached for him. “Ethan, please—”

But he shook his head, stepping into the shadows, and then he was gone. Just… gone.

I stood there until my legs gave out, the vial cold and useless in my hand. My fangs ached, my chest ached, everything ached in a way even immortality couldn’t numb.

And for the first time since I’d turned, I hated what I was.

Because being a vampire meant I could survive this.

But surviving didn’t feel like living.

Not without him.

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Mine to protect (Ethan Morgan X vamp!reader)

Warnings: none (I think)

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If there was one thing I couldn’t stand, it was another vampire sniffing around Ethan Morgan.

And tonight? The smell of trouble was strong.

I spotted him outside the cinema, leaning against the wall with his phone, completely oblivious to the tall figure watching him from across the street. I recognized that smirk instantly — Victor. Older, stronger, the type who liked playing with his food before the bite.

I was across the street before Victor even blinked.

“Ethan,” I said, my voice sharper than I meant.

He looked up, smiling. “Hey—”

“Go inside. Now.”

His smile faltered. “Uh… what’s going on?”

“Don’t argue.” My eyes stayed locked on Victor, who was grinning at me now, fangs just barely peeking.

Ethan hesitated, but he’d learned by now that my serious voice meant there was something supernatural in play. He slipped inside the theater, leaving me and Victor in the dark street.

“You’re protective,” Victor drawled. “Cute.”

I stepped closer, my fangs sliding out. “Touch him and you won’t be able to crawl back to your coffin.”

“Oh, come on,” he said. “I just wanted to talk. See why a little human like that is worth a vampire’s time.”

I didn’t blink. “Because he’s mine.”

Victor chuckled. “Possessive, are we?”

“Deadly,” I corrected — then slammed him into the alley wall so hard the bricks cracked.

The fight was quick, brutal. He tried to go for my throat; I went for his ribs. He caught me once, throwing me back against the dumpster, but the second he glanced toward the cinema door, my rage sharpened.

I had him pinned in seconds, my hand around his throat. “Stay away from him.”

His smirk wavered. “Or what?”

I leaned in, whispering, “Or I’ll make you wish sunlight was your only problem.”

He vanished into the shadows, leaving me breathing hard, my hands still trembling with the urge to rip him apart.

“(Y/N)?” Ethan’s voice came from behind me. I turned, startled — he’d come back out.

He looked between me and the empty alley. “That was… another vampire, wasn’t it?”

I hesitated. “…Yeah.”

He stepped closer. “And you just—” His eyes softened. “You’ve been acting weird all week. More protective. Is it because of me?”

I tried to smirk it off. “Maybe I just like annoying you.”

“Right,” he said quietly, studying my face. “Or maybe you care more than you want to admit.”

I froze, realizing he’d caught me off guard.

His grin grew a little. “Guess I’m your human, huh?”

I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. “You always have to ruin the moment, don’t you?”

“Yep,” he said — and for once, I didn’t mind.

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Heeey ! I'm baaaaack 😋 I'll post a one shot in a few minutes !! 🤭

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Here you go, love 2 (Benny Weir X Spellcaster! Reader)

Warnings: mention of death

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It started with a dream.

She was standing in the woods, barefoot, hair glowing faintly, like sunlight through smoke. She didn’t speak, but she looked at me like she wanted to. Like she was screaming inside and the sound just couldn’t reach me.

I reached out.

I always reached out.

But she always faded before I could touch her.

It had been two months since Y/N sacrificed herself.

Two months since I stood in the ruins of that warehouse and screamed into empty space. Since I felt the full weight of being left behind. My powers had dimmed since then. It was like the spark left with her.

Ethan kept saying she might still exist in some magical plane—that people consumed by Lucifractor energy didn’t technically die. Sarah didn’t want me getting my hopes up. I didn’t care.

Hope was all I had.

I didn’t want a world where she wasn’t in it.

So I studied. Day and night. I broke into old spellbooks. Talked to shadowy witches in scarred-up alleyways. I even begged Grandma for help—and she never helped with dark magic.

Until one night, in the candle-lit silence of her attic, I found something:

“Tethering the Lost Soul.”

A forbidden ritual. Dangerous. Reckless.

Perfect.

The ritual was a last chance.

I stood at the edge of the scar in the warehouse floor, now surrounded by salt, candles, and my own blood smeared in runes. I held the necklace Y/N always wore—burnt but still warm.

Heart pounding, I chanted.

“By thread of bond, by love once spoken,

Undo the gate that death has broken.

Bring back the soul the light did sever—

Return the one I’ll mourn forever.”

The warehouse shook.

The lights flickered.

Pain seared through my chest like lightning. I screamed—but didn’t stop.

Then I heard it.

Her voice.

“Benny…?”

I froze. Spun around.

The air shimmered—then ripped open.

And she stepped through.

Barefoot. Glowing. Tired. But her.

“Y/N?” I whispered, my voice shaking.

She looked at me with wide, unbelieving eyes. “You… you pulled me back?”

I didn’t speak. I just ran.

I didn’t care that the spell was still burning under my feet. I didn’t care that I collapsed halfway there. I crawled the rest of the way to her.

She dropped to her knees, caught me, and I buried myself in her like I’d spent a lifetime waiting.

Her hand was warm. Real.

I pulled back only enough to see her face. “Tell me I’m not dreaming.”

She touched my cheek. “You’re not.”

And I kissed her.

Finally. After all of it.

The kiss wasn’t clean or quiet. It was tears and trembling and everything we never got to say. It was “I love you” said in a hundred ways, without a single word.

When we broke apart, I rested my forehead against hers.

“You died,” I whispered.

“I disappeared,” she corrected, smiling faintly. “But I never stopped trying to get back to you.”

I nodded, voice cracking. “I love you. I never said it. I should’ve—”

“You just did,” she whispered. “And I’m saying it back. I love you, Benny Weir.”

The portal behind her crackled, then collapsed into sparks.

She didn’t look back.

She stayed.

And I held her like I’d never let her go again.

One Week Later

We sat on the roof of my house, legs dangling off the edge, our fingers intertwined.

“Do you think things will go back to normal?” she asked softly.

“With you here?” I smirked. “Definitely not.”

She laughed, the kind of laugh I’d prayed for. The kind that made the world feel okay again.

Then she looked over. “I mean it, Benny. You brought me back. No one’s ever done that.”

I leaned closer. “You were worth the risk.”

She kissed me again, slower this time. Sweeter.

And when we pulled apart, she smiled. “We’re so screwed if another Lucifractor shows up.”

I grinned. “Then we’ll face it. Together.”

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Could you do a Benny Weir X Reader where the reader has powers and sacrifices herself to save Benny from the lucifactor? (Simmilar to Eleven sacrificing herself at the end of Stranger Things season one.)

Done ! <3

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Here you go, love (Benny Weir X Spellcaster! Reader)

warnings: mentions of death.

Based on this request (:

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It was always going to end like this.

I’d seen it in dreams I never dared tell Benny about. In the way magic hummed against my skin like a warning. In the way the Lucifractor called to the most broken parts of me, trying to twist them into something cruel.

But it didn’t win. Not yet.

Not while Benny was still breathing.

We stood in the circle—Benny, Ethan, Sarah, and me—trapped by the hellish glow of the Lucifractor. It pulsed like a heart made of flame and shadows, feeding on energy, on power. Benny had tried to absorb it earlier. He thought he could handle it.

He couldn’t.

It nearly consumed him. His hands had been burning. Eyes bleeding light. He dropped to his knees, gasping, convulsing—and I didn’t think. I just acted.

“Y/N, get back!” he’d yelled.

“Stay out of the circle!” Ethan had begged.

But I stepped in anyway.

Now I stood alone, just me and it. The Lucifractor. A rip in reality. A swirling, ancient hunger.

“You don’t have to do this,” Benny’s voice cracked behind me.

“I do,” I said softly, not turning around. “You know I do.”

“No. No, you don’t. We'll figure it out—we always do! I’m not losing you!” His voice cracked, broke into something raw. Desperate.

I swallowed the tears. “You never had me to lose. Not really. I never let you.”

“Y/N…” His voice was trembling now. “Please. You can’t…”

I finally turned to look at him.

He was crying.

God, Benny Weir was crying for me. That alone could’ve broken me.

“I should’ve told you,” I whispered. “All those nights we trained together. All the times I caught you looking at me when you thought I wasn’t paying attention.”

He stepped toward me.

I held up a hand. The energy around me was pulsing now, drawn to the fury, the fire rising in my veins. “Don’t come closer. It’ll take you too.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do.” My lips trembled. “Benny, I love you.”

His breath hitched. “Then stay.”

I smiled, but it broke halfway through. “I can’t.”

He surged forward—but Sarah and Ethan caught him, held him back, even as he fought like hell to get to me.

“I’m not letting you go!” he shouted.

“You already have,” I whispered.

Then I turned.

Faced the Lucifractor. Felt its pull. And for a second—it almost welcomed me. It wanted me. My pain. My fear. My rage.

But I wouldn’t give it that.

I gave it love.

I poured everything I had into the spell. Every lesson Benny taught me. Every moment I spent pretending I didn’t want to grab his hand and hold it forever. Every memory of laughter, of warmth, of almosts.

I screamed as the energy consumed me—my veins glowing gold, hair whipping in the wind like flame—and the Lucifractor fought back.

But I pushed harder.

The world cracked white.

And then—

Silence.

Benny’s POV – Later

There’s a scar burned into the floor of that old warehouse. Ethan says it’s magical residue. Sarah calls it a mark of power.

But I know what it is.

It’s where she stood when she saved me.

Y/N was gone. No body. No last breath. Just light.

She gave herself up to seal the Lucifractor. To protect me.

To save the world.

It’s been weeks, and I still wake up expecting her to be there. Making sarcastic comments. Spinning pencils mid-air. Pushing me when I got too cocky.

I never got to say I loved her too.

So now I say it into the silence. Every day.

And I hope—wherever she is—that she hears me.

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could you do a oneshot where the reader or benny is in danger somehow and at risk of dying and when they finally find eachother again they run up to eachother and kiss bc they never got to confess their feelings and was scared of losing the other?? btw i love your work its so good

Done! It's posted!(:

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If I lost you (Benny Weir X reader)

Warnings: death and blood

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Based on this request (:

I couldn’t feel my hands.

Maybe it was the cold air that had swept into the cracked walls of the abandoned building. Maybe it was the panic crawling its way up my throat. Either way, my fingers trembled as I held onto the only thing keeping me upright—hope. That, and the faint magical thread Benny and I always joked we could feel when we were near each other.

Until it snapped.

The moment the spell backfired, I felt it disappear. Like my heart had been yanked from my chest. One second he was behind me, muttering that too-complicated incantation with that annoying but charming confidence of his—and the next, he was gone in a flash of white-hot magic and smoke.

He’d thrown up a shield. He knew it was unstable. He still did it.

To protect me.

“Benny!” I screamed, stumbling past collapsed beams and cracked tile. My voice was hoarse from the ash and yelling, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. “Benny, please—!”

This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was just another supernatural hiccup in Whitechapel—a cursed artifact, a possessed janitor, something. We’d handled worse. But this spell… it had felt wrong from the second we touched it.

And Benny, being Benny, had insisted we couldn’t leave it unchecked.

“I’ve got this,” he’d said. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I didn’t get to stop him.

Now I was clawing through the wreckage, heart splitting with every second I didn’t see him. Tears burned my eyes. My knees ached. My palms were scraped raw.

And all I could think was—I never told him.

Not when he brought me soup when I was sick, even though he burnt it and almost lit my microwave on fire. Not when he stayed up studying spells with me until 3 a.m., even though he dozed off halfway through and I let him. Not even when he looked at me like I was magic.

I loved him.

God, I loved him.

“Benny!” My voice cracked.

Then—something. A noise. A groan.

I whipped around, stumbling over debris until I saw a hand—bloodied, half-buried under a slab of metal. “Oh my god—Benny!”

I dropped to my knees and frantically started pulling things off of him. His chest rose. He was breathing. Alive.

“Hey—hey, hey, stay with me,” I whispered, brushing hair from his forehead. His skin was pale, clammy. Blood matted the side of his face, but his eyes fluttered open, unfocused.

“Y/N?” he croaked.

I could barely hold back the sob. “I’m here. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

He blinked. “You’re safe…”

“You almost died,” I choked. “You idiot. You—stupid, reckless nerd—why would you do that?!”

He gave the faintest, dazed smile. “You’re yelling. That means you’re okay…”

“You don’t get to do that!” I said, pressing my forehead to his. “You don’t get to almost die and then joke about it—”

“I thought I was gonna die…” he murmured, barely audible now. “And I never got to tell you…”

My breath caught. “Tell me what?”

His eyes—blurry, bloodshot, but his—met mine. “That I’m in love with you.”

The world stopped.

I stared down at him, my hands still cradling his cheeks, my heart absolutely breaking in my chest. “You… you what?”

“I love you,” he repeated, softer this time. “I didn’t say it. And I thought… I’d never get the chance to.”

Tears spilled down my cheeks. My throat ached. “You dumb, brilliant, brave moron.”

Before I could second guess myself, I leaned down and kissed him.

It was desperate. Shaky. A little salty from the tears. But it was real.

His hand weakly clutched at my sleeve like he needed proof I was really there. I pulled him closer, cupped his face, and kissed him again like it would anchor him here—like it would bring him back.

“I love you too,” I whispered against his lips. “So much, Benny. I thought I lost you.”

“I’m here,” he breathed.

“You scared the hell out of me.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled weakly. “Ethan’s gonna kill me if I die before I help him finish his midterm.”

I sniffled. “Not funny.”

He reached up—barely—and touched my cheek. “Worth it. If it meant you’d kiss me.”

I laughed through the tears. “You really waited till a life-or-death situation, huh?”

“I needed the dramatic moment,” he smirked. “Besides… if I was gonna die, I wanted my last words to be something cool.”

I kissed his temple. “Then let’s make sure they weren’t.”

Sirens howled in the distance. Help was coming. But I already had what I needed—his heartbeat. His breath. His hands, weak as they were, still wrapped in mine.

He was alive.

And finally, finally mine.

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Heyy just so you know! I'm working on one shots currently 🙂‍↔️, I have all of the requests done so expect them very soon 🫶🏻.. Also, please bare with me if sometimes I go mia, there's times where school has me drained 🥲. But anywayss.. there will be new posts soon!! 🎀💗

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"Only Got Eyes for You" (Rory Keaner x Female Reader)

Warnings: none!(:

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Based on this request!

It was like the school collectively forgot how to function when I walked through the doors of Whitechapel High.

Heads turned. Whispers sparked. The sound of sneakers squeaking against tile and locker doors slamming stopped. Maybe it was the fishnets. Or the heavy boots. Or the eyeliner so sharp it could cut a soul. But I liked to think it was just the way I carried myself — like I owned the place already.

People tried talking to me between classes, especially the basketball team and that one drama club guy who thought quoting Shakespeare was flirting. Cute. But I wasn’t interested in any of them.

Because the only person I noticed… was Rory Keaner.

Yeah, that Rory. The same vampire who made lights flicker when he sneezed and once spilled an entire bag of Doritos into his locker — and then licked the inside clean.

Most people ignored him or made fun of him, but I’d done my research. There was something different about Rory. Something magnetic. Beyond the fangs and chaotic energy.

He wasn’t pretending to be cool. He just wasn’t, and that somehow made him so much better than everyone else.

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Lunch, Day Three.

I spotted him by the vending machines, arguing with it.

“No, you stupid snack demon — I want the Nacho Blasters! Not the healthy trail mix!” he groaned, shaking the machine like it personally offended him.

I leaned against the wall and grinned. “If you want, I can glare at it until it surrenders the chips. My death stare is pretty legendary.”

He jumped, snack bag halfway out of the slot. “Whoa! Hey. Uh… you’re the new girl. The one everyone’s been falling all over, like some kind of gothic Disney princess.”

I took a step closer, twirling a lock of hair around my finger. “Maybe. But I’m not interested in princes. I prefer vampires who fight vending machines.”

He blinked. “Wait—what?”

I leaned in slightly, close enough for him to catch the scent of my perfume. “You heard me.”

Rory dropped the trail mix in a panic. “I-I mean, thanks? I guess? Most people just call me annoying.”

“They have no taste,” I said casually, brushing my fingers along the snack machine’s glass. “You’re charming in your own… chaotic, bloodsucking way.”

He squinted at me like I was a glitch in the matrix. “Are you sure you’re not under a spell? Or maybe you bumped your head? I can check your pupils or something—”

“I’m crushing on you, Keaner.” I smiled wide. “Deal with it.”

Rory stood there, frozen, Nacho Blasters finally dropping behind him with a thunk. He didn’t even notice. “You're serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

His face turned so red, I was half-convinced he was overheating despite being undead. “Uh—wow, okay. No one’s ever said that to me. Except for maybe Erica when she thought I was someone else in the dark.”

I laughed. “Well, I’m not Erica. I know exactly who I’m flirting with.”

Rory scratched the back of his neck. “So… wanna split these Nacho Blasters and, uh… maybe hang out after school? I can show you my DVD collection. It’s mostly superhero movies and ‘80s horror, but there’s a theme.”

“Only if I get to sit dangerously close.”

“You will have to fight Benny for the good spot on the couch,” he warned.

I winked. “I don’t lose.”

---

Later that day, rumors exploded.

“Did you see her holding Rory’s arm?”

“Is she possessed?”

“She could’ve had anyone, and she picked him?!”

And honestly? I loved the drama. Because while they were busy trying to figure it out, I was sitting next to the most adorably awkward vampire I’d ever met — his cheeks flushed, eyes wide, and voice cracking as he tried to act cool while I leaned into him on the couch.

“Just so you know,” I whispered, “I like you for exactly who you are.”

He dropped his popcorn. Again.

And it was perfect.

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Not the same (Friendship! Ethan and newly bitten reader)

Warnings: none! Just mention of blood and death

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I used to laugh when people said high school changes everything.

Turns out, it really does—especially when you die and wake up craving blood.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t even supposed to be at that party. But one bite later, and a whole lot of denial, I joined the undead club—fangs, bloodlust, the whole cliché package.

And Ethan?

Ethan couldn’t even look at me anymore.

He used to smile when I walked into a room. Now he flinches.

We haven’t really talked in days, unless you count awkward hallway glances and vague excuses like, “I’ve just been busy with school stuff.”

Sure. Busy avoiding the friend who used to be human.

“You can’t keep letting him get to you.” Rory’s voice snaps me out of the spiral. He’s sprawled across my bed, flipping through a comic book like this is the most normal thing in the world. For him, maybe it is.

“I’m not letting him get to me,” I lie, blood bag forgotten in my lap. “I just… miss how it used to be.”

“Before you joined the vampire VIP lounge?” he teases, then pauses. “Too soon?”

I smile, weakly. “Always.”

Rory’s the only one who gets it—not just emotionally, but literally. He’s a vampire too. Turned during some weird energy-wave thing a while back, and somehow, still the same chaotic idiot who can’t spell ‘coffin’ without autocorrect.

But when I turned, he didn’t flinch. He didn’t hesitate. He just showed up at my door with a bag of type O and said, “Welcome to the bloodline, loser.”

He’s the only reason I don’t feel like a complete monster.

“Thanks for staying,” I say quietly.

He shrugs. “You’d do the same for me. Besides… you’re like me now. And honestly?” He looks at me, something serious flickering under the surface. “I kinda like having someone who actually gets it.”

I open my mouth to reply—when a knock sounds at the window.

Rory groans. “And cue your emotionally constipated ex-friend.”

Ethan climbs in, landing with a thud. His eyes dart between us, lingering too long on how close Rory’s sitting. I wonder if he cares… and hate that I hope he does.

“Hey,” Ethan says.

“Hey,” I reply. My voice is colder than I mean it to be.

“I, uh… wanted to talk.” He glances at Rory.

Rory doesn’t move. “She’s not porcelain, dude. Say it with your chest.”

“Can we have a minute?” Ethan asks, clearly irritated.

I nod. Rory rises with a sigh and heads to the door, tossing Ethan a look like he’s two seconds from biting him. “Hurt her again and I will hex you. I know a Spellcaster now.”

With him gone of the room, the air gets tense.

“I didn’t mean to avoid you,” Ethan says, shifting awkwardly. “It’s just… you changed.”

“So did you,” I say quietly.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“No? Then what did you mean, Ethan? That I’m dangerous? That I’m not human enough to be your friend anymore?”

His jaw tightens. “You’re different, okay? You don’t smile the same. You drink blood. You hang out with Rory—”

“Oh my God,” I laugh, bitterly. “Is that what this is about?”

“No,” he snaps. “I just—he’s not exactly the poster child for healthy coping!”

“He’s the only one who didn’t run away!” I shout. “He’s the one who stayed. He talks to me like I’m still me.”

“You’re not!” Ethan blurts out.

The room goes still.

My body reacts before I can stop it—an instinctual surge of pain, anger, and something darker crawling beneath my skin. My fangs drop with a snap. My eyes glow neon bright, the same haunting light I used to find scary before it became mine.

And I hiss—sharp, guttural, and inhuman. The sound slices through the air like a blade.

Ethan flinches back, eyes wide. “Y–You’re proving my point—”

“No.” My voice is low now, trembling with control. “I’m proving yours never mattered.”

He stares at me, horror etched across his face. The same face I used to trust.

And now?

Now I see fear.

“Go,” I whisper, retracting my fangs with effort. “While I still care enough to tell you nicely.”

He doesn’t say another word. He just leaves.

And the door clicks shut behind him.

Rory enters instantly, having heard it all. But he says nothing about the hiss, or the eyes, or the part of me that slipped through.

He just sits beside me again, calm as ever.

“He’s an idiot,” Rory mutters.

I don’t answer. My hands are still shaking.

But when Rory quietly takes one of them in his, the trembling fades.

He doesn’t flinch when I bare my fangs.

He flinches when I cry.

And somehow, that tells me everything I need to know.

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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.

[roryssgf]

Blood Moon Rising (Benny Weir X newly bitten Reader)

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

Masterlist!<3

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.

[roryssgf]

Center Stage (Benny Weir x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Warnings: none!

based on this request (:

Masterlist<3

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.

[roryssgf]

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 🙂‍↔️

[roryssgf]

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!