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accidentally-in-fictional-love · 8 months ago

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Devil's Night - Dr. Fearless/Reader

Warnings: No use of Y/N, gender-neutral reader, nothing but typical Fearless failcringe (we still love it).

Wordcount: 8622

Summary: He'd invited you back again, and even with a month so busy you could only see him on the weekends, who were you to reject an invitation from the creepily irresistible, if not strangely charming, Doctor himself?

Notes: Happy Halloween~ It's almost late but I made it, so here's part 2 of my trade with @lakesofneptune just in time for my favourite holiday 🎃🦇

The month of October was a lot more exciting than usual as your weird luck persisted much longer than it typically did, your winning invitation to the strange but oddly charming Dr. Fearless’ show extending all the way to Halloween, if you so accepted. You knew it was because he liked you, the shows were free and you wouldn't be his returning guest after all, but you appreciated the gesture as you looked down at the hastily made and freshly printed new invitation in your hand when the movie was over and everyone was clearing out for the night. He'd asked you to wait a moment before rushing off, and you helped yourself to some of the remaining snacks to appease your stomach until you could pick up some proper food on the way home, thank goodness for 24/7 drivethrus.

‘Here you are, the little creatures in the lab cooked this up for you,’ Dwight drawled mysteriously as he handed it to you, the clipart and badly cut out picture of him in the corners making you try to suppress a grin. ‘We-’ He paused a moment, dropping the act again now that everyone was gone. ‘-I'd really like if you came back again, anytime you're able to, if you want?’

‘This was fun, I'll have to see how my schedule goes,’ you hummed even though you knew all your weekends were free, but you wanted to see the excitement in his eyes over seeing you again. ‘Next time I'll choose an even better outfit now that I know the dress code.’

‘The one you picked tonight was befitting of Hellish Royalty if I may say,’ he complimented you with another raise of his eyebrows, and he looked you over a few times to sell it until your laugh made him stop, now you really couldn't tell where Dwight ended and Fearless began when the cameras weren't on him.

‘My friend helped, but now that I know your tastes, I could stop by the mall tomorrow, see if I could find some leather and chains?’ you teased right back, and the change in him was instant; his back straightened as his face turned as red as it could go under the makeup, he truly was defenseless when it came to someone giving him a taste of his own medicine, and you logged that away for later along with the invitation as you folded it up and put it in your pocket.

‘Yes, well, you'd definitely fit in my dear Myotis, have no doubts about that,’ he said as the accent came back once more, and you swore to yourself that you'd definitely need to look that up the second you got in your car.

‘I'll go shopping before I come back again, then, the weekends work best for me to make the next showing though, so I hope you won't get too lonely sitting up there by yourself?’ Completely defenseless, his eyes going wide at your revenge as he glanced to the extra seat that was now going back offstage for tomorrow night's show.

‘I think I'll survive a week, I am over 300 years old, y'know,’ he said like it was nothing, his voice back to normal, but you could tell that he was already missing you even though you were still there; you didn't want to pat yourself on the back or anything when you'd come in so nervous of messing up, but you'd without a doubt stolen his heart both on and off camera, and, if you were honest, he'd stolen a bit of yours as well.

‘I guess one week should be nothing in the face of eternity, then,’ you played along, your endless banter only interrupted when the tall woman from the lobby and the short one who'd led you in waved goodbye from the doorway, guess they were leaving together.

‘Night, girls, drive home safe,’ he called to them, and you decided to take your leave before you trapped each other there. ‘So, I'll be seeing you next week, you're promising me?’ he said hopefully, putting the promise right in your mouth for you, but you didn't mind, it gave you more incentive to follow through with how much he really seemed to want to hang out with you again.

‘Well, can't go back on a promise, can I?’ you hummed like you had no choice, but when he smiled in relief you couldn't help but smile back.

‘Cross your heart and hope to die?’

You made the shape of an upside down cross since he was a vampire, and it took him a moment to get it but once he did his smile grew even wider. ‘Save me a seat and some popcorn come next Friday, Doctor.’

The following week was a flurry of emotions, excitement, nervousness, and shopping trips with your friend, who knew all the great places to find stuff you'd like. It felt like something was happening every day, and no matter how busy things got as you prepared to go back there again, you always made sure to catch just a bit of the stream to see what they were watching without you. It was nice, like coming home to a partner who'd already settled in and was in the middle of watching a movie for the night, and you had to stop yourself from thinking about coming home to him after just one date that couldn't even be considered a date.

It was silly, gradeschool crush levels of silly, but he'd really managed to dig a way into your mind - and maybe heart - with those little bat claws of his; you'd looked up Myotis right away and found out that it was just a type of bat, and you spent the following day wondering what you could call him to stop him mid-sentence the next time he started trying to woo you. It was harder than you thought, it's been so easy for him to come up with so much so fast whereas here you were, looking up horror themed animals and famous vampires to get him back. You didn't end up sticking with the latter, it felt maybe a little disrespectful to call him by another name than the one he'd chosen, and he didn't feel like anything but a bat since, of course, the whole vampire thing.

You frowned as you went back to the animals, there had to be something you could tease him with, and you sighed and were about to just look for more bat names when you saw a creature in the related search recommendations.

You were grinning ear to ear when Friday came, you'd clocked out early to make sure you could take the time to get ready in your new outfit, your friend had done your makeup so you fit in a little more, and you even painted your nails, just to complete the look. You felt confident as you walked up to the building again, the usual crowd milling around you as you all headed for the main stage, and you didn't get more than a foot through the door when you felt a tap to your shoulder.

‘He told me to tell you he saved you a seat,’ the shorter woman told you like she was already bored of this love affair as long as it meant she was your tour guide, and you made a mental note to ask him to maybe meet you himself if you showed up early enough that it wouldn't interfere with his getting ready routine. You followed her back to the stage, and you tried to suppress a chuckle when you saw that he'd not only put your chair from the show in the audience - slightly off to the side, so it wouldn't obstruct anyone's view behind you - but he'd also put your name on it; the paper was plain but the letters were grand, actual effort had been put into this, and you shook your head with a smile as you took off your coat and set it on the seat so you could grab some snacks.

You were in the middle of deciding whether to grab popcorn now to nibble on while you waited, or save it for the movie when you felt a claw dragged so lightly over your neck that it was barely noticed, and you shivered and spun to see him looking you over with very interested eyes. ‘You did indeed go shopping, I must say, this outfit suits so you well I can't imagine you in anything else, although, a certain suit might look even nicer,’ he flirted in the accent again, he was fully in character in preparation for the show, and you used a paper plate to fan him off until he hissed and protected his hair.

‘Easy now, there is a limit, you know,’ you told him as you then used the plate to gather up your treats, and he glanced around before leaning in a little less dramatically than you expected.

‘Have I offended you?’ he asked softly, the accent falling a little, and you shook your head and grabbed a couple full sized candy bars, they must have had a supplier as one of their sponsors in order to shell out this much free candy.

‘You didn't, but let's try not to comment on my birthday suit before I've seen you without the makeup, Doctor,’ you decided with a smirk, and he looked relieved that there were now boundaries being set, you were okay with more as well as the implication that you'd want to see him even outside of this. ‘And before you ask, yes, that does mean if I get to see you without all this, then you get one single followup joke, seeing as you'd be pretty naked to me like that.’

‘You wanna see me… without all this?’ He sounded almost sad by it, like you'd prefer to skip straight past Fearless once you'd learned his name, and you shook your head and handed him a piece of licorice to chew on.

‘I wanna see both, Fearless and Dwight, if you might wanna talk after the movie?’ He didn't know what to do, this was an actual move you were making here, and his fangs pressed into his bottom lip as he smiled wide and got back into character.

‘I'm pretty full until the 31st, many late nights to drain in place of pretty necks while we prepare for the grand finale,’ he explained mysteriously, but it didn't land as much since he'd accepted the licorice and took an excited bite, ‘but during the day, when the sun is high and I mustn't be seen for fear of eternity finally taking hold, you might find me holed up in safety somewhere.’ He waited for you to ask, and he grabbed his cape and wrapped it around your shoulders when he placed his hand on you. ‘Far into the city, where the sun can never reach, you'll find me there; look for the creature who also shuns the sun, ask for the Bloody Scary, and I will come when you call.’

He didn’t explain more, and you accepted that he was probably giving you the most discrete and mysterious version of his work directions, time to go hunting. ‘I’ll see what I can do,’ you accepted, and he waggled his eyebrows at you before stealing more licorice and running off, the show was about to start. You grinned fondly and grabbed your popcorn, a small group gathered around your chair and jealously wanting to steal it if you never returned, but they scattered when they saw you coming. You felt a bit of smugness at being the one to sit in it without outwardly showing it, and you got comfortable as the pre-show started; the lights dimmed, some fog started to fill the room, and everyone finished grabbing their snacks and found their seats as the sound guy behind the glass started up the music to let everyone know he’d be there shortly.

‘Good evening, Boils and Ghouls, my Fiendish Freaks who dare dredge these long, cold nights with the Creatures of the Dark for any glimmer of light,’ he repeated as he did every night, as you’d come to learn, and again you’d never seen him enter the coffin, perhaps there was a secret backstage behind the set you hadn’t noticed before. ‘Once again, it is I, your horrid host of the evening, Dr. Fearless, and I thank you all for joining me. We’re four days into our Halloween scare-athon, and I see many familiar shapes in the fog before me, it seems the horrors of the night have yet to claim all of you,’ he said as he walked to his chair, a flourish of his hand disturbing the fog as it built a little higher. ‘But you might not be so lucky tonight, thanks to the film you’ve all written to me about; yes, the letters were stacked high with this one, I’m positively parched to discover what our final lineup will be like when so much blood-pumping enthusiasm is already underway.’

You took a bite of popcorn and flashed him a smile as he walked over to his bookshelf, which had been decked out with a bunch of VHS tapes without labels, although the first three seemed to have found theirs, this must be where he pretended to keep everything.

‘Let us see what you’ve asked for… ah, yes, the tale of the young woman who finds that she is more special than she, or anyone else, knows; what a tragic film, a very bloody one at that, I cannot wait to sink my fangs into this with you all,’ he drawled as he took the tape from the shelf and brought it over to the TV where a VCR had been set up. He popped it inside and instantly the TV came to life, and you had to wonder if it was the actual tape of the movie when you realized no, the screen was dropping, even if it was they wouldn’t have both movies going at the same time. You got comfortable in your chair and had more popcorn before you jumped at the sight of another chair being brought over, of course he was going to sit next to you, and the first thing he did was run his hands over the velvet arm of your own chair. ‘To be so far apart from you is torture, I need to think of a new arrangement for next weekend,’ he murmured lowly as he stroked the material, and you smirked and shifted more towards him so you could watch the movie in peace.

‘There’s always the couch, y’know, if you need to be near me so badly,’ you said casually, and again he fell silent at your words, it was going to be a long month for him now that you knew exactly how to get him back.

‘I usually partake from the back, so as to not distract the viewers with my haunting presence,’ he revealed as he gestured behind you, and it was then you figured out that the elevated seating at the back of the room wasn't actually for people to hang out, it was for him.

‘Must get lonely, sitting back there instead of up here,’ you mumbled honestly, there was no joke this time with how far away it was, and it was like a switch had flipped; he hadn’t noticed it before you said it it seemed like, because his eyes lost a bit of their shine as he looked at his usual seating.

‘A bit, I suppose,’ he agreed in his normal voice, and you reached over the arm to his side at the tone; he let you take his hand and pull it back over to your side, this was an actual move you were making because you realized instantly that you loved him when he was silly, and creepy, and over the top, but not when he was lonely. He stiffened at the touch but didn’t pull away, and it took him a moment before he held your hand right back, he wasn't all talk, he actually wanted to get to know you.

You watched Carrie like that, your snacks offered to him every now and again now that you knew he was used to doing this on his own, and he took out his fangs again so he could partake with you for once.

He had to do a few more sketches once the movie ended, it seemed like they were switching up the short films for last so everyone could watch the movies a little easier and those who had time could stay for the rest of the show, and you took pride in your carefully placed front row seat as he talked about tonight’s sponsors and introduced a short film about a man who showed up to pay his own funeral bill. There was no time to talk afterwards as he’d warned, but you still stole yourself a moment as everyone left again by sneaking over to the set and checking out the tapes while everyone whispered about your bravery for doing so.

No one stopped you, it wasn't like this was your first time on set and they all must’ve known that he’d taken a liking to you as things were cleaned up in the audience seating, the only presence to grace you being his after he’d taken a drink. ‘No peeking, only my creatures know what’s to come,’ he told you as he ran a finger over the 31 unlabeled cases, and you shot him a glance before reaching up for the fifth movie. You pulled it out just enough to see a bit of the title before he was putting it back into place with a protective hiss, his cape coming up to cover the rest of them.

‘C’mon, I won’t be here until next Saturday, I wanna know what I’m missing out on,’ you playfully begged a bit more than you usually would, but it worked, your voice was like a stake to the heart as he removed his hand from the shelf to place over his chest instead.

‘Very well, my dear Myotis, but no spoiling the others,’ he conceded before pretending to look away, and you bit your tongue to avoid using your secret weapon, a chuckle coming out instead before you went back to the fifth, tomorrow they’d be watching The Shining.

‘I get why it’s so late, but I wish I had the time to come back during the week, if I’m lucky I’ve just been watching the streams before bed,’ you admitted to him as you slid it back into place, now it would be a secret again, and he looked you over before straightening it just a little more so they were all lined up perfectly with the edge of the shelf.

‘The thought of you laying in bed, thinking of me, it makes me so thirsty I fear that no liquid or pleasure may ever be able to satisfy me again,’ he hummed automatically at the setup, but this time he caught himself, his eyes going wide as you stood there with a raised eyebrow and your arms crossed. ‘Uh, that is-’

‘Guess you’ll have to think about me tonight, so this is more even,’ you figured for him before he could back out, and he stumbled over his words so much that his fangs nearly fell right out of his mouth, that was a new one. ‘I gotta run, I’ll be sure to visit you in your dreams tonight, how’s that?’

‘That’s- that’s fine,’ Dwight stuttered, and you gave his hand a quick squeeze before walking out.

The song and dance continued throughout the month, your own quips getting even better the more he attempted to say something that would make you react the same way he did, but so far he was losing, and it was making you a bit smug, in all honesty. As promised you visited just once each weekend, you tried to aim for Friday but sometimes Saturday had to do, and each time he sat with you in the front instead of the back, a bit of dust gathering on his personal couch seeing as the guests weren’t allowed to sit there even before the show.

The next weekend you brought some snacks of your own, a few favourites you wanted to share, which prompted him to do the same the weekend afterwards, and by the third you’d both stopped using the provided snacks in favour of sharing what you loved, outside of the free popcorn, of course. During the weekend you were getting to know him better between whispers as the movies played, and during the week you actually went on your hunt for wherever he worked in the real world. Your searching online gave you a surprisingly long list of places in town that you could drive to on your break, while the further ones had to be checked out after work.

You’d yet to find it, which was a bit frustrating because he refused to say it just in case he doxxed himself to the others nearby, so you hunted alone for the vampire hiding in the shadows along with the other who hid from the sun, according to him. By the time the third weekend had come and gone you’d been to more dark and goth-themed businesses to last you a lifetime, you didn’t even know your city had that many before this, all of them hiding in the most obscure places. It was kind of cool to see them all, check out the stuff they offered, but you were getting a bit burnt out at nervously asking for the Bloody Scary over and over only to have them have no idea what the hell you were talking about.

You decided that if you couldn’t find it before Thursday, because there was no way in hell you’d miss the Halloween show, then you’d just straight up ask him, screw it, you needed to know what and where this place was or else it’d literally haunt you until death.

You got into your car for another lunchtime hunt, you were running out of places and were down to the dredges of possibilities, and you were ready to order whatever was on their menu as your stomach gave a rumble and let you know that there was no way you were returning to work without something to eat this time. This place was probably the hardest to find out of all of them so far, the shop sandwiched between big business on all sides, even the top, but it had a fake bat-like gargoyle hunched over the awning in a makeshift hutch to protect him from the sun, so you were going to go in no matter how busy the street was. You had to park an entire block away, random coins tossed into the meter so you’d have time to grab a sandwich or something, and you avoided the lunchtime crowd lining the streets until you were finally able to enter and escape the fall chill.

You shivered and adjusted your jacket before looking around, this was definitely his type of place, but so had the others been, and you didn’t get your hopes up for anything other than lunch as you checked out the menu hanging behind the counter. It was handwritten seeing as they didn’t offer a large expanse of things outside of their drinks, and the woman behind the counter waited patiently as you scanned the items until your eyes went wide.

‘I’ll have the Bloody Scary,’ you said much too loudly and without restraint, the few people already in there giving you a look at your disturbance, but you didn’t pay them any mind in your excitement; she didn’t write it down but instead shot you her own look before heading into the back, and you looked over the description hanging up high to see what it was; it was a vampire-themed drink, a play on the Bloody Mary, of course it was, and instead of vodka cocktail it seemed to be a boba drink, with the pearls making it look almost visceral sitting at the bottom of the cup and a lining of ruby chocolate dust to top off the ones who drank it in house. It looked pretty good and your stomach was really starting to grumble at being in a cafe this time, so you started looking over the food they offered when a tall man walked out from the back.

You let him work as he made the drink, your choice of sandwich picked out as you then checked out the pre-made treats in the display case, and you picked out a bat decorated jelly donut to go with it when you saw the cup placed on the counter. ‘Hi, I'd also like to-’ you began as you looked up to order the rest, but your words died in your mouth when you recognized the eyes staring back at you even without the makeup obscuring them. ‘It's you.’

‘You were expecting Nosferatu?’ he asked in Fearless’ voice, but he was so different under it all that you couldn't see the two as the same person; his real hair was short with a bit of gray peeking out amongst his bangs, and his eyes still looked tired, but not as much without the dark triangles of black trailing over his cheeks. There was no scar, his face surprisingly clear even though he wore the makeup so often, and he was a lot more handsome than he was as Fearless. You felt your mouth fall open in surprise, the work uniform was just the icing on the cake that was everything else, and you were silent for so long that it actually seemed to make him nervous. ‘Is it that much of a shock?’

‘No, well, yeah, just a bit,’ you flubbed as you absolutely stared more than you had at Fearless, and he looked away from you for once under your gaze. ‘Not in a bad way, though! I'm just not used to it, I need to see you like this more often and I think it'll grow on me, I think I prefer the fangs,’ you told him as you reached over the counter to take his hand again; you could fully see the consequences of your actions this way, a definite flush coming to his cheeks at being complimented so personally, and he had to get a grip on himself when someone else walked up behind you to order.

You stood aside and watched as Dwight went through the motions, this was him behind it all, and he was so strangely normal that you wanted him to act more like Fearless, it was so entirely strange to see him take orders and act like just a guy existing in society. You waited until he was free before asking for your food so you could pay for everything, but the moment you took out your wallet he waved it away. ‘Please, allow me if you'd do me the honour of accompanying me to the table over there for a bite to eat,’ he offered, and you accepted, but only so you could lean in and whisper, ‘I'm not on the menu today, I've gotta get back to work in a bit.’

He flushed so hard you worried that he might pass out, so you took pity on him, grabbed you food, and headed over to the table. He followed even though he was still on the clock, a brief yell for his co-worker to take over for a bit making you laugh and the other people in the room look up again, but he paid them no mind as he practically sprinted over to you. He had no snack for himself, so you took a drink of the boba to see if you liked it before offering it to him. He looked around like he wasn't allowed to consume the products when he wasn't on break, but you just offered again before shrugging and going to take another drink. He fell for it, the allure of an indirect kiss was still too much for him, and you grinned smugly as you tried your sandwich.

‘You took a while to find me,’ he pointed out as he licked the sweet, red liquid from his lips, and you gave another shrug before jabbing a finger in his direction.

‘You should've told me where you worked and I would've been able to come here sooner, I think I've checked every single place in town trying to find you,’ you admitted with a mouthful of sandwich, and he looked a little sheepish before going for a second drink himself.

‘I was nervous of you seeing me like this, if I might be honest with you for a minute,’ he confided in you as he played with the straw, and when you didn't answer right away he sucked one of the pearls into his mouth. ‘Only the crew has seen me like this, no one knows my real name, no one knows what I look like, and I've always kept it that way.’

‘So you'd break tradition just for me, my dear Doctor?’ You tried to say it in a way that didn't show how much that meant to you since you were still strangers, the fact that he wanted to change that with you out of everyone else he'd met enough to send you on this hunt.

‘More like… risk getting my heart broken, if you didn't want to see me outside of the show.’ This was a real confession, you knew he hadn't been kidding but now you saw that he really really meant it, and you took a bite of the donut before offering it to him. He took it even though he looked more vulnerable than any man who said the things he did should ever be, and when he had a bit of jelly in the corner of his lip, you leaned forward and wiped it away with your thumb.

‘Of course I wanna see you, I told you I wanna get to know both Fearless and Dwight, not just the costumed Dwight I met during the movie,’ you told him before licking the jelly from your thumb, his eyes watching the movement so intently you thought he might actually be a vampire getting ready to take a bite the moment you let your guard down. ‘Do… do you wanna know me outside of the audience, even though you know that I'm not as into it as you?’

‘Of course I do, that's why I wanted to see you again!’ he blurted out like you were the only two in the room, and this time he did acknowledge the others when they stared at how loud he was being.

You didn't hush him, because you'd been thoroughly silenced in all honesty, and you just looked at each other, you in your business casual clothes, him in his vampire cafe uniform, just two normal people who'd so far only known each other as the Sometimes Goth and the Vampire Horror Host.

The silence dragged on forever until you took your drink back and had some, a thought coming to mind that you couldn't say just yet. So you sipped, had a couple pearls, and when you had eaten them you placed your hand on his and wished that you didn't have to go back to work. ‘I've gotta go,’ you told him, and he looked dejected until you gave his hand a small squeeze, ‘but- you'll see me tomorrow for lunch, if you're working?’ you promised for him just as he'd done for you. His eyes lit back up at that, and he nodded enthusiastically, the place where his fangs would usually be resting against his lower lip looking a little too tempting now that confessions had been made.

You gathered up the last of your things, your donut stuffed into your mouth since you could finish the sandwich as you drove, and he stopped you before you could walk away; you looked up at him, wondering what else he wanted to say when he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss right to the corner of your mouth. When he pulled away he licked up the jelly that you'd missed, and you let him have the last word as you hurried to your car completely unable to use your secret weapon.

You were on pins and needles come Thursday night, Halloween at last, and you were as dressed up as you could possibly be. You got the whole kit and caboodle ready the day before, you were going to be the perfect vampire just for him, and you even overdid the makeup so that you'd match. You felt silly at first as you stared at yourself in the mirror dressed in the full attire, you’d even found a cape like his, the makeup looking weird on your face instead of his, but at the thought of knowing that he'd love this, and that it would more than likely drive him wild, you felt less embarrassed as you grinned at your reflection.

You headed over early this time, the lights on inside but the doors still locked, and you peeked through the glass and knocked to get someone's attention when you saw a few members of his crew decorating the lobby with Halloween specific things. They let you in, you'd thought they might but just having that confirmation felt good, and they just motioned that he was in the back before continuing with their conversation and work. You walked all the way to the stage, taking in all the new things they'd added just for tonight, and when you didn't see him you walked over to the partition window and peered inside. The director was talking with the sound guy inside about all the cues for tonight, but still no Dwight.

You frowned, you'd gotten used to his attention, and you looked around again before you heard a sigh; the pigtailed woman was back again, all dressed up as some kind of demon, and she just led the way to a door you hadn't seen, tucked behind a piece of the set. You opened it and found a dressing room, a second door telling you that it also led to the hallway on the far side, and he was in the middle of applying his greasepaint around his eyes when you got an idea. You snuck up behind him the moment he looked down to grab the red for his scar, his fangs in a small case on the table, and he didn't see you in the mirror until it was too late; you ran a nail over the back of his neck since he wasn't wearing his wig, and he jumped so hard he hit his knee and made a few things topple over as he crashed into his table.

‘Sorry! I'm sorry, I thought it'd be funny to get you back for when you did it to me,’ you quickly explained as you helped him clean everything up, and at the sound of your voice he instantly softened.

‘It's okay, I was just concentrating on this,’ he assured you, his voice dying at the end when he finally looked up and saw you. His eyes went wide again as he spun around to see you completely, and he didn't hide the fact that he was taking in every inch until you had to try and push him away. ‘Sorry, I lost myself in how wonderfully frightening you look tonight, perhaps this look is the one that would surely top your suit,’ he whispered, and there was no over the topness in the way he said it despite the words that just came out of his mouth. ‘You said I could have one more once you saw me at work, I genuinely did not plan on wasting it in awe of you tonight,’ he quickly sputtered, and you laughed and straightened up your cape in the mirror.

‘I did say that, didn’t I? And it's Halloween, I figured I might as well,’ you said like you hadn't thought and planned this extensively just for him. ‘Do you want me to leave so you can finish getting ready? I just wanted to say hi before it got too busy out there.’

‘Oh, it'll be very busy once we get closer to midnight,’ he expected nervously, there was a lot riding on tonight considering his line of work, and you let yourself be a bit bold since you'd come so early.

‘Is there anything you want me to help with? I can set up some stuff, or bring out the snacks, turn on the popcorn machine?’ you offered if it meant it would lessen his burden just a little, and he looked incredibly appreciative of it even though he shook his head.

‘If you kept me company while I did this it'd be nice, I'm the only one who really uses this room once they drop off their stuff in the lockers,’ he asked of you in that sheepish way again, for as much as he was loved this seemed like a lonely job at times, and you pulled up the chair next to him and let him work. He didn't speak, he was used to the silence, but he was conformable with it this time as he finished with his makeup and moved onto his wig. He pushed his hair under the mesh and straightened it out but there was a piece that looked weird at the back that he couldn't see. You got up and fixed it for him, carefully running your hands over his hair under the wig to flatten his hair for him, and when you turned back to the mirror he was looking at you like he was truly and hopelessly madly in love with you.

You sat down and let him put on his fangs, all that was left was the cape, and when he was done you were the one to pointedly look him over. ‘Oh yeah, I'm definitely into this guy,’ you decided out loud for him, and he smiled before pulling his caped arm in front of his face to hide it with a devilish look. You resisted the urge to do the same with your own cape before you both headed out there, no one batting an eye at the sight as they finished decking out the set now that it was getting close. You both helped out since he didn't have to worry about rushing anymore, and with your hands to join in they finished with enough time to relax.

You wiped off your forehead before realizing that you'd just smeared your makeup, and you stole his room for a moment to fix it seeing as he definitely had the supplies to spare. By the time you were done - with a little extra since his was way better than the cheap stuff you'd picked up - the doors were open and allowing the viewers in, and you almost didn't notice what he'd done until you went to sit down and realized that your chair was missing, Dwight's couch there in its place instead. It was angled so you both could watch the movie without being too far off to the side, because there was no way this wasn't a sign that he wanted to watch this with you after you found him at work, and you pretended to dust it even though he'd done a good job of doing so already.

‘A seat for two, if you so accept my offer,’ he said in your ear as Fearless, and you pretended to think about it before hiding the bottom half of your face with your cape. ‘A devious offer, with a couch this size, do you plan on taking another bite of me once the lights dim?’ you asked in your best vampire voice, and he choked on air before jumping right back into it.

‘I fear that I might not be able to resist with the way you're glowing in the candlelight; your neck, the way you draw me in so enticingly, I might need a taste before I stain the carpets red with your wine,’ he cooed longingly as he reached for you, and you sighed dramatically for him on his special night now that you knew how much all this meant to him.

‘Don't get too close, the way your heart beats so loudly is asking me thirsty,’ you warned friskily now that two could play at this game as well, his grin growing deviously large as he scooped you into his arms and dragged you onto his couch.

‘So bold, so divine, I need to confirm that you taste sweeter than the preserves on your lips,’ he murmured as he got a little too close, his eyes traveling between your neck showing from over the top of your cape to your lips, like he didn’t know whether to actually bite you or kiss you. You were at the point where you’d let him, if he so wanted to you’d let him drag those fangs over you until they fell out again, but neither of you got the chance to see what would happen as more of the audience started to walk in.

He came back to his senses, he was still at work despite the flirting, and he straightened his outfit and welcomed the early birds with a small announcement that extra treat bags would be given out that would be filled with more than just candy, since that was already being proved. He had to leave you to work this time, and in return you were the one to grab him to keep him in place when he was in the middle of standing; you got up just enough to kiss the corner of his mouth even though there was no jelly to clean, and he forgot entirely about the people he was in the middle of talking to to fall to his knees between yours.

‘My dear Dullahan, my magnificently monstrous Myotis, blood of my veins, beating of my heart,’ he swooned to you in front of everyone as they claimed their seats early with their coats and started to mingle and take pictures, the only thing to snap him out of it being the sound of the cameras until the hand on his cheek brought him back. ‘Why do you punish me so, knowing that I desire you more than lungs desire air, than lonely creatures of the night crave the warm touch of the sun?’

You trailed your finger under his chin to ease his dramatic pain, this was the only way he could express it, you’d realized that once you’d gone home the other day; when he was Dwight, he doubted himself so much over this that it changed him, but when he was Fearless, he could be fearless with you, say all the words that came to mind even though anyone else might’ve laughed like you did that first night. He became this person to be who he really was, free from judgment as he enjoyed what he loved, and apparently that now included you.

‘My Doctor, my Master who drank from my veins and owns my soul,’ you appeased him as dramatically as you could right back, just in the way he was weak to because you were now sure that no one had ever tried to understand him like this, his two halves had always been separate, ‘this is not torture, but a taste of what’s to come, if you so accept my offer.’ His eyes went wide, he was putty in your hands and could easily be turned down now that he was laying himself so bare, but you wouldn’t do that; as silly as this all had been at first, you couldn’t imagine accepting a compliment from anyone else other than him, his words always strewn together in such a way that it was unintentionally meant to make anyone around either cringe or laugh.

You couldn’t do that to him, never again, even when it was so laughably bad that you couldn’t help but smirk or chuckle, because it was a part of him, and you wanted to hear more.

‘Are- are you asking me out?’ he asked in such a small voice, the accent dropped again in his surprise, and you motioned for him to come closer so you could whisper in his ear. He did just so, and you made sure the makeup didn’t extend to his neck before biting lightly down on his warm flesh, your plastic fangs carefully making themselves acquainted with him just hard enough to elicit a gasp.

‘You’re the one who said I’d forever be yours, remember?’ you murmured into his ear, and he swallowed heavily as he stared at you from the corner of his eye. ‘Now c’mon, you’ve got a show to do, the sooner it starts the sooner I won't have to sit alone over here, my horribly charismatic Hyrax.’

He mouthed the final word to himself in confusion for just a moment until you took out your phone and showed him the image that’d been waiting on your phone all month, and the moment he saw the creature’s fangs he laughed out loud and licked his tongue over the sharp peaks of his own, he approved of the choice. He then stood so fast it made you jump, that excitement back in his eyes as he went full Fearless and went right back to it, he couldn’t keep you waiting when you’d so carefully chosen a nickname for him in turn.

He put on an amazing show, four shorts shown this time between his sketches and sponsor breaks, and each time the latter happened he’d walk over to where you sat and pour you more fruit punch, the carton grabbed from the fridge so that you could match with his wine again without getting you drunk. He flourished more than ever before, this truly was what he loved, and by the time the movie was ready to start you’d needed to quickly dab at his forehead each visit to keep his makeup from running from all the energy he was putting into it.

The movie was Halloween, of course it would be, what else could they watch tonight of all nights? He introduced it, the screen lowered after his intro with another vague description before the tape was inserted into the VCR, and he moved so fast to sit beside you that it was almost like he’d appeared from thin air. ‘Damn good show tonight, if I may say,’ you congratulated him now that he was free for a while, and he caught his breath and undid the top two buttons on his shirt so he could breathe a little.

You actively tried not to stare as he fanned himself a little, the wig blowing in the wind caused by his hand, and you offered him your juice to help cool him. ‘I’m fine, I’ll grab some water when I get my stuff from my locker in a bit, I brought my favourites from when I was a kid,’ he spoiled early, and he downed the last of his wine before placing the empty goblet on the floor. ‘Do you want anything else to drink?’

‘I would’ve taken that wine, if you weren’t going to finish it, how else shall I get my indirect kiss tonight?’ you teased just to see his reaction, and it hit doubly hard as he remembered once again that you’d asked him out but he hadn’t answered you yet. He didn’t do so again, quickly running off to get those snacks instead, but you already knew the answer, you wouldn’t rush it from him even if he couldn’t say it tonight. When he returned you prepared to get comfy against him so he’d know without a doubt that you meant it despite the flowery words you’d both exchanged.

He waited until you were leaning against him, both of your capes removed because it was getting a bit too warm with him still cooling, and he opened up the grocery bag of his favourites before pulling out a normal piece of licorice from the snack table. He held it up and you reached for it, but he pulled away when your hand got close, of course he’d do something like this, so you just smirked and closed your eyes, your mouth open wide to accept the treat. It hit your tongue and you bit off the end, and as soon as your mouth closed again you felt his lips press to yours directly.

Your eyes shot open wide as you stared at his closed ones, and when he pulled away you could see the flush under the makeup again. ‘An indirect kiss from you is always bliss, but the real thing, it’s to die for,’ he decided nervously before a confidence took over, he didn’t and wouldn’t regret it, and you just took the licorice from him and got him to take a bite as well before you went in for your own kiss. Of course he expected it since you’d set him up, but he didn’t do anything other than chase after your mouth when you finally pulled away, one hand fisting his pants so tight that the threads strained while the other hovered above your arm.

‘You’re right, that is to die for,’ you agreed as young Michael Myers murdered his sister and stood outside his home, and Dwight’s eyes shone like he was absolutely bewitched by you; it was new and a little scary to be desired this much by someone so unlike you, but you were absolutely ready to give this a try as you carefully rested your head on his shoulder for a moment. ‘I wouldn’t mind doing it again, if you have time…’

‘For you, I would give up eternity for one more,’ he whispered as he stared at the screen, his hand curling over yours in the dim light of the movie, ‘and in case that wasn't clear, yeah, I really wanna go out with you.’

You couldn’t sit like that any longer, and you moved to your end of the couch before pulling him to lean on you this time, to which he almost reluctantly did. You had to wonder if anyone else had ever done this before, surely not while he played Fearless, and you wished you could hold his head to your shoulder while you enjoyed his snacks and the movie. You made a mental note to do just that the first time you’d invite him to your place, maybe even that weekend now that Halloween was almost over, and you decided that your weird luck had definitely given you the best gift it’d ever had before as he brought your hand to his mouth, kissed the back of it, and playfully nipped at your wrist with his normal teeth just to see if you’d smirk at him again.

‘Pure bliss,’ he said to himself as you watched, and you mirrored the statement before taking a big sip from the wine he’d brought you on the way back along with his candy.

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Devil's Luck - Dr. Fearless/Reader

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader (with some masc nicknames), nothing but typical Fearless failcringe (we love it).

Wordcount: 6836

Summary: Your luck was so weird, you could end up doing something random like win a contest to an online horror host's livestream thanks to a friend, and somehow manage to meet your soulmate, but that might be pushing it, right?

Notes: My first Fearless >:3 this was part of a trade with the wonderful @lakesofneptune for writing me Matty 💗/)//w//(\💗 it was amazing, so in return I've put on my fangs and written this 🧛 I hope you all enjoy~ 🖤🖤🖤

You didn't know how your luck worked, but boy was it prevalent in the weirdest of ways. Hitting every single detour to the point of being late, and still managing to do it on the one day of the month where it somehow still benefited you. Losing your wallet right before you need to pay for groceries, and having it be returned by the hottest person in the store just in time. Entering a random contest because your best friend only wanted half of the prize, and knowing your track record he’d written down your name on the off chance you won, so naturally you did.

That was how you ended up here on a late Monday night of all nights, the details given to you by your friend just hours before as he excitedly barged into your apartment with the announcement email printed off. You'd just gotten home, and he knew that since you were neighbours, the man waiting for you with bated breath it seemed as you watched him slap the paper down on your counter while you were still in the process of taking off your coat. ‘I just made your whole night,’ he boldly claimed, and you just blinked at him while you remained frozen mid-removal. ‘You just won the privilege to be on TV, courtesy of me! Well, not exactly, but it is being livestreamed, that's where the channel is- nevermind, just get ready, there's a dress code for this so you fit in, I wish they'd sent this earlier, we might've had time to do your hair.’

You blinked again as he spoke, his hands wild and his eyes scanning your closet for something that would fit said dress code, and you finished taking off your coat and set it over the back of your couch. ‘Uh, hello to you too,’ you said as you moved on to your shoes, not bothered at all as he started motioning for you to move a little faster.

‘Okay, I know this doesn't happen for a few hours, but you really do need to get ready,’ he insisted as he headed for your closet and inspected it more closely, your pair of black boots you saved for winter coming out along with the trenchcoat you bought as part of a Halloween costume years ago and just never donated when you were done with it.

‘What the hell are you dressing me as?’ you asked with a curious raise of your eyebrows at the startings of the ensemble, and he seemed unsure about the coat but ultimately set it aside with the boots. He didn't answer you, just rushed to your bedroom to raid your other closet presumably, and you sighed and followed him before he made a mess.

‘Need dark clothes, spikes, leather, uh… you still have the rest of that costume? I can lend you some of my stuff if you don’t,’ he wondered without even looking at you, and you resigned yourself to your fate and started to dig through the boxes buried behind all the stuff you actually wore.

‘If this is for some kinda sex thing-’

‘It’s not! It's classy, just gothic, I swear,’ he insisted when your outfit was chosen, and as you stared down at it you had to trust your weird luck and that your friend wouldn't lead you astray.

‘Fine, so what is this? Something livestreamed, am I like, putting on a presentation? Do I need to memorize anything?’ There was no fighting this, might as well go with the flow, it would be less painful this way when he brought you to this mysterious location.

‘Well, there's this channel I watch, and they're all about horror, you know how much I love horror; anyway, they got two tickets to that new vampire movie that's coming out, we're talking premium seats, free popcorn, opening night, it's sick as hell. So they started a contest, write them an email about how much you love horror and the first place winner gets the tickets as well as a spot on the show when they go to collect them, and that's gunna be you!’ It was then you noticed that he was dressed a little fancier than usual, his hair was slicked back and he was wearing eyeliner, his own gothness upped a few levels for the occasion.

‘Lemme guess, the winner gets to bring a friend,’ you figured, your reflection showing you a pair of vampires by the time you were done, it was almost kind of funny.

‘Of course, it's first prize, plus I'm not leaving without those tickets,’ he told you matter of factly, and he looked you over before humming to himself and snapping his fingers. He pulled out an eyeliner pen from his pocket and quickly applied it to you, he was very prepared for this, and you had to admit it did look like you were about to hit the local goth club or something like this. ‘That'll have to do, time to head out, thank you so much for doing this for me, you know how much I hate being on camera.’

‘Oh, so that's why I'm the scapegoat here,’ you realized flatly while you did up your shoes, but he completely missed or ignored your sarcastic tone.

‘It's just for a half hour, the host is pretty eccentric and he does bits between the movies, so most of your appearance will be banter, and you know how bad I am with that,’ he reminded you like you weren't already well aware of how he clammed up the moment someone shot a quip back at him. ‘So based on the other guests I've seen, you'll just go on, do some talking about horror stuff - which you can bullshit your way through, you've known me long enough - announce a short film submitted to or found by the producers, and then whatever movie is playing next. After that you'll probably get my tickets, we can get outta there, and I’ll tell you if the movie is any good.’

‘Wha- I don't even get to go after all this?’

‘Hell no, you know I’ve been trying to ask that girl down at the 2nd floor out, this is the perfect date, actually perfect, I can’t- I cannot waste this on just us hanging out, can’t do it man, I’m sorry,’ he apologized profusely while also managing to sound not sorry at all, something he was incredibly good at.

‘Alright, but if she doesn’t go for it, I want that second seat,’ you bargained, to which he gladly agreed as thanks for you doing this. That settled, he picked the paper back up off the counter and led the way to his car; the place was some rented building in what used to be a stripmall, all the shops around it closed and rented out for various reasons like this, between self storage, an apartment you were pretty sure, and a small-time but very heavily guarded liquor store. It wasn't impressive, but it brought life to the place you could see as people filled the normally empty parking lot now that the sun had set and the show was about to be in progress.

You’d learned that while it was livestreamed for its channel, they also opened their doors to the locals as well to stop in, catch a movie, and donate if they liked what was going on. You could see that the small crowd they drew were very much into it, no one there ironically to your surprise, and you started to worry that maybe bullshitting your way through your half hour wouldn’t be as easy as your friend thought; you were a casual enjoyer of horror compared to him, and these other people. You liked to see the latest stuff with your favourite B-Tier actor in it when he reappeared for roles, and you enjoyed the popular classics and the odd camp as much as the next guy, but could you get away with that when the person walking in front of you had the bride of Dracula shaved into his hair?

‘I don’t think I can do this, they’ll know I didn’t write the letter,’ you gulped when you transitioned from stripmall to eerily decorated rooms, the whole place looking more like you were about to enter a haunted house than a set.

‘Shit, I knew I forgot something, I printed it off so you could read it, maybe drop a line or two,’ he hissed before he was forcing a huge smile and presenting his winning ticket even though it should’ve been you. The ticket taker, a tall woman with bright red hair and too many piercings to count, looked you both over before motioning for a shorter woman with white hair done up in high twintails with fake devil horns on her headband to lead your way, and you followed her nervously until you reached the set. It was done up even more than the foyer, two plush chairs with an old box tv between them as the main attraction while the rest was decorated to look like a castle library you presumed.

There was a coffin in the left corner right before the backdrop ended, candles galore - although you were sure they were mostly for show, burnt down until the wax got everywhere while fake ones were hidden between - as well as jars filled with various things. There were so many fake cobwebs you were sure some real ones were bound to be mixed in by now, and even a fake fireplace and chandelier hung from the ceiling next to the boom mic. It was a pretty well-loved set, every nook and cranny you could see positively filled with Halloween and horror themed things; while it looked cheap to buy, everything was touched up and placed with great care, and even now people were leaving tips and browsing the small corner of the room dedicated to themed treats as well as the graciously flowing popcorn maker.

‘Wow, this is the real deal,’ you said aloud before you could help yourself, and instantly you felt a presence behind you that wasn't your friend or the woman who’d brought you over.

‘Indeed, welcome to my humble abode, I trust you’re the lucky vic- I mean, guest I’ll have the honour of sitting with tonight?’ It was a man’s voice, heavy with an over the top Transylvanian accent, and when you turned you were very much not ready to see who it belonged to; out of everyone there, it was clear even from a distance that this was your host, your eyes looking up and up until you met his own. He was pale, caked in makeup to make him appear almost dead, his eyes surrounded by more black than you’d ever seen on anyone outside of Halloween, with a thin, red scar trailing from his forehead to his cheek and a pair of long Nosferatu-style fangs resting over his bottom lip.

He was all dressed up in his vampiric best, from the black suit overtop his silky, purple shirt, to the red jeweled medallion hanging between the clasps of his impressively expensive-looking cape, but none of that was what really caught your eye. No, it was the haircut, a bob with triangle bangs that were cut way too high, and you couldn’t stop the small and short laugh as it escaped your throat when you saw it. Instantly your friend was there to stop you from letting out more and to introduce himself, your host’s eyes only on you despite the rudeness even as his hand was taken in an eager handshake.

‘Hey! Sorry about that, my name is-’

‘Please, with all due respect, it is your captivating friend here which I am interested in,’ he interrupted as he stole his hand back and presented it to you instead, and you noticed the black nail polish to top it all off when you looked down. ‘You’re the winner of my little search for a lover of all things macabre and fiendish, are you not?’

‘Uh, yeah, that’s me,’ you lied, your friend frozen in shock at getting to shake his hand even for that brief moment.

‘Wonderful, I could sense it when I looked at you, your blood smelled positively rich with fright even from across my theater, a creature after my own heart,’ he swooned like he was in love, and one quick glance to your friend told you it was all part of the bit, he thought himself a Romeo of monsters.

‘Oh, I don’t know if it’s fright, but-’ You cut yourself off when he then took your hand, tired of waiting for you to shake it, but instead of the greeting your friend had gotten, he simply lifted your hand up while he leaned over, and you felt his fake teeth press into your skin as he kissed you hello.

‘Divine, your pulse under my lips makes my heart soar, perhaps I may get more acquainted with it during the show, turn you into one of my own,’ he thought aloud as he stared at you through dark makeup and long lashes, and you didn’t know whether to laugh or blush at how hard he was hamming it on before the cameras even started rolling.

‘Yeah, sure, I’m the winner, aren’t I? Pretty good prize to become a vampire at the end,’ you joked, but he seemed to take it seriously as his eyes widened briefly in excitement.

‘What a handsome addition to my clan,’ he whispered before kissing you again, and this time you felt less sure about how much he was actually hamming it or if he was a better actor than you originally thought. Your moment was quickly interrupted when a new person arrived to hand him his script for the night, the two talking quietly to themselves as you were guided presumably just out of sight by the shorter woman again. She gave you the quick rundown while you were gently touched up for the cameras, how you were indeed going to be called on, do some banter, introduce some things, and then you were free to go claim your tickets.

Seemed easy enough, and his eccentricness seemed just as easy to match as long as you forgot the fact that 20+ people were watching you in this room alone, so you practiced your breathing and waited as the lights dimmed and a spotlight fell over the coffin in the corner. You hadn’t watched him enter it but apparently he had, the fireplace now roaring to life behind the chairs and TV, each of the fake candles now creating shadows on everything. The chatter started to quiet until the whole room was silent, everyone gathered into the mismatch of thrifted couches and chairs so it really felt like a theater or even a living room, the only sounds that of the snacks currently being chewed and the fog machine whirring to life.

‘Good evening, Boils and Ghouls, my Fiendish Freaks who dare dredge these long, cold nights with the Creatures of the Dark for any glimmer of light,’ his voice came from the speakers placed around the room, but there was no applause, that wasn't the atmosphere of this place. The coffin creaked open with a perfectly timed soundboard hit, the creak overly loud as he reached out delicately and pushed the lid until he was revealed, and the spotlight landed perfectly on him as he looked out onto the crowd before focusing on the camera. ‘Once again, it is I, your horrid host of the evening, Dr. Fearless, and I thank you all for joining me. Tonight, we have a horrible lineup of classic horror monsters to terrify you with, to finish off our Marathon of Madness leading into the most wonderful month of the year, October.

‘We also have not one, but two short films made by aspiring fearmakers, full of monsters the likes of which this castle has yet to house, let us hope none of them decide to crawl through your screen and find a home there.’ He left the coffin completely as he spoke, taking careful steps towards the leftmost chair, and as soon as he sat down the TV blinked to life, static filling the room as the spotlight faded into something gloomier so the room wasn't in complete darkness apart from the candles. ‘But first, let us welcome our Ghoulish Guest for tonight, the answer to my howls in the dark, the Passenger of the Demeter!’

That was your cue, and the soundboard lit up again with a very classic organ tune as bats chirped in the background, a roar of thunder sounding as you sat across from him. You went to shake his hand properly this time, but again he refused, another kiss warming your hand before he quickly turned your arm to expose your wrist; your eyes widened as he leaned in for a bite, and you almost let him surprisingly enough before you felt the tips of his fangs press into your skin. You jerked away, and he feigned offense before catching himself, an apology tossed your way with a great flourish.

‘Forgive me, I thought you might be offering me a drink to start off the evening, these films often leave me quite parched,’ he projected, and when you opened your mouth to say it was okay you found a zombie standing beside you dressed as a butler; he held out a golden tray, of course silver would be off the menu, and on it was what could only be described as a grand - at least from afar - goblet next to a large wine glass. ‘Thank you, my humble helper, this will greatly help until I may have a taste- er, a toast, with our guest,’ he told the man, who loudly groaned and walked off as soon as the drinks were taken.

You could smell that it was simply fruit punch, but the colour was darker, probably deepend with food colouring, they really were the real deal. He held up his goblet while everyone stared, and you ignored them all as you tapped the rim of your glass against his own before taking a small sip. He seemed pleased, and in one swift movement he set down his goblet, crossed his legs, and adjusted his cape with another grand flourish.

‘Now that our thirsts have been quenched, let us partake in this delectable first short film to start off the night, a fearful story about what happens when love takes a desperate turn,’ he told the cameras dramatically, and the TV flickered to life to show everyone the short in question. ‘You're doing wonderful, my Myotis,’ he whispered to you as the short’s audio was blasted through the room, a secondary screen dropping down to reveal a projector hiding above the chandelier so everyone else could watch.

‘Your what?’ you whispered back in confusion, but he either didn't hear you or ignored the question.

‘By the way, since I was so very entranced by your eyes when we met, I forgot to ask what you would like to be called during our gathering, do you have any special name prepared?’

‘Uh, no, not really,’ you chuckled awkwardly, something like that hadn't even been close to being on your mind.

‘I shall name you like the day you were born, then, something chilling but also fitting of your beauty, your charm,’ he offered, still hamming it up even though only you could hear, and you wondered for a moment if maybe this was just… how he always was, this wasn't an act for the cameras.

‘Okay, shock and awe me,’ you agreed as you took another sip of ‘blood’, and his eyes shone in the firelight as he quickly started to think up something befitting of you; he was silly, and so over the top you knew you could never match this energy, but he was also strangely endearing in a way, a childlike wonder and love for all of this setting him apart from everyone else watching so intently before you, and you could see why people came to the streams, not just watched them at home.

The short ended and you actually didn't notice at first until the credits were over and the screen rose again, the film ended on the TV as well as it switched back to the atmospheric static. ‘Wasn't that frightening, my Fiends? Trading the senses just to keep love, choosing the heart of another over being able to ever see them again, have you ever seen anything more romantic?’ Of course no one answered, and in the audience you saw your friend eating all of this up along with the complimentary snacks that came with being the ‘winner's guest’. ‘Ah, but we are not here for romance, we're here for the darkness within us all to be shared, exposed, torn open and put on display like an embalmed, still-beating heart,’ he continued as he covered the lower half of his face with his cape dramatically. ‘Of course, having met our guest tonight, I might finally understand what that kind of devotion might drive someone to, wouldn't you agree?’

The sound of a beating heart pulsed through the speakers, and he stared at you until you met his eye and he raised his eyebrows suggestively, his mouth still hidden. You tried not to laugh, a bit of a chuckle still escaping, and he still took it and held his hands over his heart as he leaned back in his chair.

‘Like music to my ears, but again, we are not here for love, we are here for fear, terror, maybe even a bit of pain for those so inclined-’ Another eyebrow raise, apparently he was the one inclined. ‘-so allow my devilish date to introduce our next short after a quick message from our benefactors.’ You assumed that was his term for the channel's sponsors, and sure enough someone else came back out to talk about some product they were being pushed to promote off to your right, the camera turning to their section of stage while they talked. This allowed you both another moment to talk, and he handed you a card with the next short’s title as well as some information about it as soon as you were out of sight. ‘Memorize this, the way you've already memorized my very soul, my enticing incubus,’ he told you, and this time you couldn't hide your laugh.

‘Okay,’ was all you had to say to that one as you stifled your surprised snickers, the card small and to the point with its words as such.

‘I must say, with the way you wrote that letter to me, I expected more conversation with you, perhaps you are too overwhelmed by my presence to speak? I apologize if so, I never intended to strike you speechless when it is you who steals the words from my very throat until I cannot breathe,’ he continued as he leaned in, his goblet in hand and faintly staining his pale lips a little more red as he sipped again. You shot your friend a glance, of course your personalities would come off as so different, and you didn't want to get him disqualified at the last second when he was so looking forward to his upcoming date.

‘Guess I'm a bit camera shy,’ you didn't exactly lie, and he let out a long, ‘Ahhhhh~’ in understanding as he turned to watch the device film his co-worker.

‘I, too, used to fear the camera, I worried that it wouldn't be able to record me so my dreams of being a horror host would be dashed, but do not fret, my charming cadaver, I can attest that it is more afraid of you than you are of it, you are doing just fine.’ Despite the flowery - weedy? - language you had to admit that he sounded genuine in his advice, and you nodded to yourself as the sponsor finished up and the two of you prepared to be focused on again.

‘Thanks, I think I'm ready now,’ you whispered to him just before the audience was staring at you again, and you took a bigger sip to steel your nerves and held the card in your hand just out of view.

‘Wasn't that hypnotizing, I feel the need to go to their digital address and present them with the phrase my associate has just shared so generously with you all.’ He wasted no time in getting back to it, he couldn’t afford to when they still needed to get to the movie before it got too late. ‘Now, it is time for our surprise second tale of sorrow, if you'll allow my guest to tell you all about it, the horrifying, the enchanting, the anticipated… Lord Dullahan~’

Your eyebrows raised, naming you after the Headless Horseman despite having a head was a bold move, and you stole a glance at your friend and channeled all of his energy as you sucked in a deep breath and felt the atmosphere settle into your bones. ‘Good evening, as a great enjoyer of the strange and unusual, I find myself quite at home here, my dear Fearless,’ you said as grandly as you could, making sure to project your voice loud so it could be picked up by not only the boom mic high above but also the audience, and your friend gave you two thumbs up before delving back into his popcorn with a big smile.

Fearless, on the other hand, looked positively surprised by you, and you swore you might've seen actual hearts - medically accurate ones at that - in his eyes as he stood up and fell to one knee in front of the TV with a large swish of his cape behind him, his hand finding yours before you could blink.

‘The pleasure is all mine to host you, my dear Dullahan,’ he said like you were the only two in the room, briefly losing himself in the bit it seemed, and the person manning the soundboard thought now would be a perfect time to make use of that beating heart cue again. You heard your friend snicker so you doubled down and kissed his hand before pulling yours away to take another sip, going for a more mysterious air after your long silence in front of everyone else. You couldn't be sure under the lights and his makeup but it almost looked like his cheeks flushed a bit at the gesture, and you grinned at the taste of his own medicine before going back to your little ‘script’.

‘While the storm rages outside, why don't you join us by this warm fire while we watch a tale about what happens when you try to cheat death, and how you might just get exactly the answers you've been looking for along the way.’ You had no cape, but you still hid your face the same way he had, and when you glanced down and saw him still kneeling there you swore that he might actually think you were his soulmate with how genuinely in love he looked, he was a damn good actor under all the camp. ‘Doctor, I believe our guests might not be able to partake along with us as long as you’re down there, would you prefer to watch from your seat, or mine?’

This one threw him through a loop greater than he’d done to you, and when he looked unable to answer, his hands hovering over your own, your knee, his eyes never leaving your own, you then channeled every vampire movie you’d ever seen; you pet him under the chin, dragging your finger across his jaw to his chin in order to make him stand, and he did so easily he might actually be hypnotized, you had to give it to him for selling all this so seamlessly. Just when he looked ready to sit, you stood as well and took his seat, giving him yours to finish the bit, and the TV sparked back to life as he sat down and watched you instead of the screen. Behind you, the short played again just over your heads, and you nearly drank from his goblet before realizing that yours was still on the opposite table.

‘An indirect kiss from you would be like a dream, a nightmare on a stormy night, such bliss you could give me,’ he whispered as he went to drink from your own, and you shook your head and exchanged it back without distracting the audience too much from the film.

‘Sorry, maybe next time,’ you joked, your throat surprisingly dry even after such little speaking. ‘You’re good at improv, sorry for nearly derailing things, by the way.’

He shook his head, his disappointment over the kiss looking a little too real as he set his goblet back down on the other table. ‘Do not trouble yourself over such a trivial thing, none have ever rendered me as silent as the grave as you have, I fear it is my head that may roll by the end of the night,’ he waxed poetically at you, still hamming it up before a new disappointment showed on his face. ‘Ah, but alas, I may never get that privilege, you’re to leave me once the film begins, are you not?’

You paused, you’d almost forgotten about that part, in fact your friend was already starting to gather up his many wrappers and stuff them into the now empty popcorn bag, the flashing lights shining on him in his seat. You frowned, this was too much fun, more than you expected it to be, and you motioned for him to lean in; he eagerly did, his eyes wide and looking pitch black instead of brown in the darkness no matter how close he came to you. ‘Would I be able to stay for the film? I mean, I can move to the audience somewhere, or to the floor if there’s no room, I’ve just… never done anything like this before, I don’t want to leave, not right away, at least?’

He almost broke character as he actually looked away from you and to the people in the glass-partitioned studio where his live editor and director sat, and he had a wordless conversation with them in front of you while the audience focused on the scifi hell going on behind you. When he looked back he was himself again, or Fearless, more rather, and he reached across the TV’s expanse in search of your hand. You humoured him as thanks, and he nodded his head, already coming up with his next lines no doubt as the film above finished up.

‘How terrifying, again we’ve seen what lengths we will go to for love, and what harm we will bring to those in the way of those lengths,’ he said as soon as the screen was raised again, and you nodded at the camera and crossed your legs, his chair definitely more comfy than your own had been despite being the same.

‘Would you ever go to such lengths for love, Doctor?’ you asked in order to keep your presence worth it, and again he tripped over his own tongue as he gazed over to you.

‘I shall tonight, if anyone dares separate us before midnight,’ he threatened playfully with a theatrical wave of his hands, a subtle warning to those behind the glass after his conversation with them. ‘Speaking of, the clock is about to strike, soon it will be October, and I cannot think of better company to start off the season of witches and werewolves and welcome my fellow vampires back into the harvest moonlight.’ He stood and gave his audience a bow, a chorus of bats nearly making you jump as he dipped down low. ‘The time is upon us now, the countdown begins, and so I shall have to bid my guest adieu so we may partake in our grand finale of the evening; Lord Dullahan, if you’d please?’

He extended his hand back to you, and you tried to hide your disappointment as you took it, only for him to get you one last time; he drew you close and lowered his face into your neck, not actually biting you but still startling you enough to make you cling to him in a not so unpleasant fear. Your eyes widened as you sucked in a shaky breath, your fingers digging in what had to be uncomfortably into his bicep and shoulder, and you heard him chuckle before you realized what was going on and you fell limp in his arms.

‘A creature so lovely cannot be permitted to leave this castle alive! Forgive me, my innocent Dullahan, I could not resist the sweet call of your blood, your heartbeat, the way I had to feel it pulse under my piercing fangs… I swear I shall care for you here, this castle will forever be your home, and you will forever be mine!’ You pretended to look drowsily up at him, your grip returning to his arms since you’d gone a bit too limp and there was now a very real chance of him dropping you on the floor in front of everyone. You rubbed at your neck and winced, and when you brought your hand up you showed the red from your obscured glass now staining your fingers to finish selling it.

‘Whatever you desire, Master,’ you slurred, knowing that that kind of title usually went along with these kinds of situations, and you watched in stunned silence as the soundboard accidentally sent out what could only be described as a cartoonish boing sound before the correct sound of thunder crashed instead. Fearless hid his face as he bit his lip, his shoulders tensing as the soundboard operator was wildly chastised behind the glass, and you hid your face in his shoulder until your own laughing stopped.

‘Very good, I knew I chose well,’ he continued after a brief moment of almost losing it, and you blew out a quick breath and let him help you stand, the loud song of a clock chiming letting you know that it was now midnight. ‘The clock tower! Hear its chimes, and know that midnight is upon us!’ he called out to everyone, and you weren’t surprised as everyone actually joined in on the countdown. As they slowly called out the numbers, Fearless grabbed your drink and handed it back to you, your arms hooked now that you guessed you were his, and when it struck midnight you both drank until your glasses were empty.

You frowned at the taste, that wasn't your fruit punch, and you noticed in the confusion that he’d actually handed you his own, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as you tasted actual wine, guess the colour wasn't just for show in his case.

‘An indirect kiss was indeed such a dream, what bliss,’ he repeated, and you felt your face grow just as red as the liquid in his goblet at how low his voice had become. ‘And now, our grand finale of the evening to start off our marathon to Halloween starting tomorrow night, featuring a marathon of horror as voted by you all out there. So, grab some wine, or blood, of your own, maybe find something tasty to bite into while you watch, as I present to you: The Creature Walks Among Us~’

The screen lowered for the final time, the audience getting up to replenish their snacks for the movie as the opening credits rolled, and your friend quickly threw out his trash and jogged over to you. ‘Great work, I knew you’d be a natural up there, let’s grab those tickets and head out, I’ve already seen this one a million times,’ he said excitedly as the producer came out with an envelope, Fearless finally leaving your side to go get it to present to you.

‘Yeah, actually I think I’m gunna stay,’ you confessed, and he looked between you and your host before something sly showed on his face.

‘For you, my dear Du- forgive me, I suppose you don’t need that title away from our other guests,’ Fearless said almost nervously as he approached with ‘your’ gift, and your friend snatched it from you the second it was placed into your hands.

‘Thanks so much, this was fantastic, I had a real blast tonight, I hope you two enjoy the movie, I know I sure will,’ he told you cheekily before rushing out, probably in the worry that someone might take them back from him, and you waved at his back a moment before turning back to Fearless.

‘Shall I grab a seat now that his is free? I’ve never seen this one before,’ you asked, and he glanced over to it before wrapping his arm - and cape - around your shoulders; he waved aside the solo guy taking up the couch and had him move to your friend’s vacant chair, and the short woman from before brought you a tray filled with complimentary snacks as you both sat down next to each other. She asked for your favourite drink, his already poured into a decorative glass shaped like a skeleton, clearly he also preferred to watch the movie from over here, and he let you sit against him as your own drink was brought over in a glass shaped like a bat curled around a branch. ‘Fancy, you do this with all your prize winners?’

‘No, just you,’ he whispered, and for a moment you actually looked around to see who’d spoken until it hit you that it was him, without the heavy accent. ‘Our mics are off, we can talk a little more normally while this is playing, unless you prefer Fearless?’ he asked, his voice changing back at the end, and you just blinked at him before grabbing some popcorn.

‘And who might you be, if not my dear Dr. Fearless?’ you teased, and this time you were sure he blushed as he let out a small yet nervous laugh.

‘Dwight, actually, and you are?’ You went to say your own name before you stopped, tried to say your friend’s instead, and he shook his head and held up a hand to get you to stop. ‘I figured it out a while ago, but I knew for sure when you said you’d never seen it after singing its praises in the letter,’ he chuckled, and you cringed and sat up a little straighter.

‘I’m sorry, he was really excited for the tickets he’s just- terrible with being put on the spot, I swear he actually is a fan,’ you explained quickly, Dwight looking you over as his face almost changed into someone different; it was then you noticed he’d taken out his fangs so he could enjoy the snacks, and the cute goofiness suddenly transformed into rather handsomeness even with the wig.

‘And you’re not, judging on how you acted with me tonight,’ he confirmed, and you could only nod. ‘But you are now, I take it, after the show you gave everyone?’

‘I might be swayed, you did turn me, after all,’ you joked, Dwight’s eyes drifting to your neck like he might actually try again. ‘The constant love confessions were a surprise though, he didn’t warn me about those when he got me to come on here.’

‘Not a surprise to me, seeing as they were all genuine,’ he said simply before taking a drink, the opening credits finally over as everyone sat back down again to enjoy the film.

‘They were-?’

‘Even if I could tell you weren’t the soulmate I thought you might be in his letter, I must say that I did wanna get to know you, all the same,’ he admitted before hiding himself in a big bite of chocolate, and you thought over everything he’d said the past almost hour as your heart raced a little faster. It was silly, and over the top, and you still had no idea what a Myotis was, but you couldn’t deny that this creature beside you was not only silly but also fascinating, and you sat a little closer to him as you reached across his lap to grab his drink.

‘What was it you said? “An indirect kiss would be bliss”?’ you wondered before taking a sip, his real front teeth biting into his bottom lip as he watched. You gave him your name along with his drink, and you finally saw how your strange luck had struck once again as he offered you a bite of chocolate to go along with your handful of popcorn, the movie barely holding your attention as the two of you whispered to each other all throughout it.

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