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Fun To Play - Jade

Author Notes: This fic has been sitting my Google Docs and there really isn't actually that much to say about it. I didn't listen to any particular song for writing or editing it, and its really just an idea I had one day and wrote out. Nonetheless, I'm fairly pleased with it and I thought I would share it. As per usual, Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-Neutral Reader/ sfw/ fluff

Word Count: 1103

I shuddered slightly from my location on a bleacher, watching as people zipped around on brooms. Chasing one another to and fro as they tried to go faster than everyone else. Laughing all the while, even despite the cold air that they flew through.

Flying class was always beyond boring. But it was doubly so today, since I’d been excused from riding with anyone due to the nature of today being a test day. And, rather than coming up with any way to test us, Vargas had merely sent both me and Grim to the bleachers to watch in boredom.

In some ways, I was thankful for the fact that I didn’t have some sort of test to worry about, especially since, knowing Vargas, it would no doubt be something strange. 

It was mind-numbing just watching everyone fly around on their brooms through the frigid air, though.

At one point, I would’ve been watching in wide-eyed excitement. Amazed by every little move they made as they wielded the magic like pros. But, unfortunately, the magic of flying brooms had long begun to fade.

Possibly a side effect of having been involved in far too many wrecks during the lessons where I did have to ride with them so they could learn how to fly a broom with a passenger.

Still, it was boring enough that Grim had long since ceased his heckling and fallen asleep next to me. Somehow snoozing peacefully on the ice-cold seat. 

I, on the other hand, could not get comfortable. I didn’t know if these seats were cursed or something, but there was no warming this particular plastic bench with any amount of body heat. It stayed cold, refusing to grow any warmer even as it perpetually continued to suck heat out of my already cold legs. And, on top of that, I had no real way to block the chilly wind that cut through my clothes as it blew across the campus mercilessly.

I sat trembling from the cold and breathing into my cupped hands for a semblance of relief that faded almost the moment my warm breath stopped touching my palms.

I drew my coat tighter about me and hunkered down into a slightly more curled position as the wind continued to blow around me, uncaring of my chilled person. Its inconsiderate nature almost reminded me of the way Vargas had looked at me in utter confusion when I’d asked if I could just wait indoors because of the cold before he’d let out a boisterous laugh. He’d then slapped me on the back and informed me that sitting out here in the cold would surely make me stronger.

Though what the temperature of the air had to do with muscles was beyond me.

“My, you look like you’re freezing,” The ever-polite, smooth voice drew my gaze upwards to see mismatched eyes looking down at me with an amused glimmer in their depths.

I blinked up at him, opting to let my chin rest on my knees as I suppressed another shiver, “Jade… Are you already finished?” 

The young man hummed, tilting his head at my question, the amusement in his eyes fading rather quickly as he frowned, “Indeed. I failed to get high enough to perform a ‘barrel roll’ and was immediately slotted for remedial classes.” 

I frowned, actually pitying the usually foreboding young man. After all, I’d seen him on a broom enough times to know that his fear of heights was genuine.

There was no faking that.

“I’m sorry to hear that…. Are you going to be joining me in waiting for the class to end then?” I glanced at the spot next to me and then back up at him. A silent offer for him to sit instead of just standing there in that vaguely ominous fashion of his.

He smiled, his eyes shutting with the motion as if he were amused, “Yes, I was told to sit and think about how I could better my flying.”

With those oddly amused words, he sat down next to me. He leaned to the side, though, looking at me thoughtfully before, to my surprise, he began to take off his jacket.

I stared in slight astonishment as his jacket came off, leaving him with only shirt sleeves to defend himself from the bitter wind. But what he did next surprised me even further.

Subtle warmth suffused my person as his jacket was carefully draped over my shoulders, adding an extra barrier against the cold wind as I stared at him. Not entirely sure if I was grateful or wary even as I spoke, “Are you sure? You’ll get cold….”

I trailed off, wanting to keep the newfound source of warmth but also not wanting him to turn into a Jade-shaped ice cube.

My concerns were met with a flicker of amusement and a smile as he sat back, “Where I grew up, freezing temperatures are quite normal. I find cooler weather rather comfortable.”

I frowned at his explanation in confusion. It wasn’t that his statements didn’t make sense, but if that were the case…. “Then why did you bother with the jacket?”

The corners of his eyes creased, his smile growing still more amused and genuine at my obvious confusion, “Vargas insists we wear proper ‘gear’ for everything. I would’ve been sent back to my dorm to fetch my jacket if I had come without it. But I am no longer participating in class, and you were quite obviously freezing, so I am merely sharing my outerwear with you out of compassionate concern for my fellow student.”

His teeth flashed briefly as he grinned, obviously pleased with himself, and I shook my head, half-amused with his antics, “So I’m just an excuse to ditch your coat?”

He pressed his hand to his chest in mock horror, “Oh no, Prefect. I could never use you in such a fashion. The fact that you would take my generosity to be in the interests of self-gain truly pains me. Am I so horrible in your eyes?”

He leaned forward as he finished, easily dipping into my personal space. But I didn’t bother to lean back as I met his faux hurt with a grin of my own, “Whoever said I thought you were horrible?”

And there it was, that glimmer in his eyes that was once again followed by a smile that flickered across his face. But that was the real danger of the Octavinelle trio. Being drawn into their little games. And Jade was nothing if not good at making it seem fun to play.

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Hours in the Moonlight: Rose Red Dawn - 16. Not Ever

Summary: Asking Vil to bite you, even if it was just to briefly ensure you weren’t attacked by any other vampires, was never going to be easy. But you could have never expected it to get out of hand as quickly as it did. But when the matter of unaddressed feelings that were quite as strong as ones you held for Vil came up, there was hardly any way for the conversation to stay simplistic.

Series Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ series/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!

Trigger Warning: Vampire

Word Count: 1879

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

“NO?!?” Epel was the one who loudly echoed Vil’s answer in shock since, honestly, I wasn’t surprised.

Vil looked over at the lavender-haired young man, his expression already schooled back into a more neutral one as his brows arched slightly and he merely repeated himself, “No.” 

I almost cringed at the utterly smooth way he said it. At least the first time there had been a slight waver, but this time there hadn’t been any hesitation.

“Vil-”

“I’m not biting you, Tater Tot. Not when so much could go wrong,” His tone was scolding, and for a moment I almost forgot about the way his eyes had widened and glistened when I’d first told him that he was my choice.

I didn’t have to protest his words, though. As ever, Rook was a true friend and had my back. 

Meaning that he was grasping Epel and murmuring to him about how they really needed to give us some space.

I felt my hands ball into fists as I stood, “Vil. There isn’t much of a choice. Either you bite me and I go in there that way, or-”

His eyes had already narrowed before the door even clicked shut behind the arguing Epel and Rook, “Or what? I doubt any of the friends you made will be willing to bite you either. We’ll have to find another option.”

Something snapped inside me at his heavy-handed refusal, and I felt my jaw clench. Not entirely knowing what it was about this situation that had me so off-kilter. Distantly, I knew there was something off. Something that clearly indicated I’d finally hit the breaking point in all of this and was just too stressed and desperate.

But that quiet part inside of me was not enough to stop me.

“Actually, someone already has offered.”

The sharp words were out before I could stop them, and Vil froze. His eyes locked on to me as he quite literally stopped breathing or even blinking.

And I inhaled as everything seemed to register with me at once as I stared at him while he held my gaze. A special sort of venom in his eyes that almost had me swallowing.

And it was impressive that even in a moment like this I still was struck by his appearance. But he was like a flawless statue. Too perfect to actually exist, and yet here he was in front of me.

“Who?” His voice was icy, and I was already shaking my head. Because I knew I shouldn’t have even brought up Malleus’s offer, and some part of me already regretted it.

But Vil was slowly standing, “Who offered Tater Tot, and why?”

I crossed my arms, still irritated even though I knew perfectly well that I was going to regret this the same way I always regretted these sorts of overly heated and typically emotional arguments.

“Malleus. He said that if I ever wanted to become a vampire, he would be willing to help.”

Silence filled the room as we stared each other down until Vil finally spoke, his voice filled with bitterness that perfectly mirrored the tone of our conversation, “I’m sure he would like to ‘help.’”

I chewed at my lip frustratedly as I looked away from him. Some small part of me wondered how our conversation had taken so swift of a turn and why I’d reacted the way I had to his refusal.

Because I’d known it would be likely. I knew Vil. He didn’t like to put me at any risk, so there was no way he’d like this plan.

I inhaled, forcing myself to breathe and calm down even despite everything. I’d made it this far without snapping, and while my words from mere seconds ago certainly weren’t a good reflection of that, I could finish this without taking all of my frustrations out on Vil.

“Look. I get why you hate this idea, but there aren't any other options. Or at least not any obvious ones. Either you bite me so that the vampire lady won’t go absolutely mad the moment she sees me, or I go in there as I am.”

I spread my hands as if to emphasize my current state. Exhausted, largely undefended, and at a loss.

And Vil was already shaking his head, his brow furrowing, “Absolutely not. There has to be another way that doesn’t put you at risk.”

“There isn’t, Vil. And I think we both know that I don’t really have time to be wasting. More and more people are getting attacked by insane vampires the longer this goes on. Two of the newest vampires in the Heartslabyul clan are victims. Recent victims.”

Vil shook his head, something akin to understanding warring with the frustration in his eyes, “Stopping the insane vampires isn’t going to stop people from getting turned.”

“But it will slow it down! Vil, I can do something about this rather than just sitting around doing nothing like I have ever since vampires started following me! I know you don’t want me putting myself in danger, but this is the best-”

“NO, it’s NOT!” I blinked at his sudden shout, half-startled by the fact he’d even yelled when that was something he so seldom did. I almost shook my head, about to reassure him, but he wasn’t done.

In fact, he was on a roll.

“Putting yourself in danger is not the best answer, Y/n! It never is! I don’t care what Crowley, you, or anyone else believes; I won’t have it. Not when I care about you, even if you don’t care about yourself!”

My mouth opened, and then closed, and then opened again as he continued. 

But I didn’t know if I’d ever seen him so heated about anything. In fact, it almost seemed out of character for him. Like he’d finally been pushed too far. Just like I had been.

And even as I slowly realized exactly how messy this entire conversation had gotten in a mere instant, two simple parts of what he said echoed within my mind. 

The first, that I didn’t care about myself. Which wasn’t true, but also made sense. I knew what he meant by that. That I didn’t take good enough care of myself.

But the second part, which swirled about condemningly in my mind and tortured me, was that he cared for me.

I’d known that already, of course, but my mind twisted the words. Toying with my heart as I thought of my own feelings, and I felt myself shaking my head.

And when my voice came out, it sounded oddly hollow while simultaneously being loaded with complicated emotions, “That’s not fair.”

Vil stopped mid-motion. His eyes locking onto me as he seemingly realized that he’d made some sort of mistake, and I slowly shook my head again. Realizing all too soon why my voice sounded so hollow.

My throat was tight, and I no longer knew whether to feel hurt or indignant as I attempted to swallow everything down before it could overwhelm me.

But instead, it came out in a tumble of words in a far too-wet-sounding voice that betrayed both my emotions and current state. I was terrified, overwhelmed, stressed, and now hurt that, of all things, he’d brought up the feelings between us.

“That’s not fair, Vil. You don’t get to throw that out there when I’ve been ignoring my feelings until this is all handled because you always pushed aside my attempts to broach the subject in the past!”

I shook my head again, stepping back from him as he started towards me, reaching out with a distinctly concerned look in his eyes even as I feebly raised my hands.

But suddenly all I could think of was all those months that had led up to our second Halloween together, just before Epel had been turned.

I’d already been falling for him and nursing my feelings. And he’d known it, because he’d gently side-stepped all of my attempts to broach the matter with him, which had left us in the state we were currently in. With him an ever-present part of my life as we flirted and bantered but never crossed that line.

And I wasn’t stupid. I knew why he’d always withdrawn before we got too close. 

He was a vampire, and I was a human who attracted vampires. Our relationship wasn’t going to be normal, had all sorts of risks, and might never work out. Which was why he’d always kept me out of the world of the night while simultaneously protecting me from the clans and vampires that lurked near me.

“Y/n-”

I shook my head again, cutting off his strained voice without even saying anything before I finally met his gaze and saw nothing but regret there. And right then, cutting off the conversation and fleeing to hide away in my apartment until we both forgot everything about this conversation felt like the only right choice.

But that wasn’t a luxury I could afford. Not when Rook and Epel were no doubt right outside, and not when Crowley was on my butt to take care of the insane vampires.

Vil’s hand curled in on itself until it was a fist that he lowered to his side. His jaw tightening as we both realized that there was definitely no going back now. And waiting to deal with this mess of emotions was fast becoming less and less of an option for both of us.

Because, despite my resolution to keep putting this off until the insane vampire issue was handled, I’d finally pushed him too far, and now he’d said too much. 

Both of us had.

His voice was tight as he held my gaze, inhaling deeply before he spoke, “Fine. I’ll do it.”

I pressed my lips together, ignoring the way they trembled as I mirrored him. Inhaling deeply in a vain attempt to regain my control over the situation and ground myself away from my more emotional thoughts.

“When?” My voice croaked out past the poorly restrained frustration and emotions that remained firmly wadded in my too-tight throat, and he twitched. All but wincing before he lifted his chin.

But we’d both done this before. We’d both acted our past feelings and circumstances in the past and we could do it now.

“When are you planning on going to see this woman?” His voice was so carefully controlled, and I exhaled, looking down.

“As soon as possible,” My voice came out surprisingly soft, and I was more in control as I responded. And through my peripheral vision I could see Vil only nod. 

“Then I’ll come by tomorrow evening.” He paused, glancing out the window before continuing, “It’s too late now to try doing anything now.”

Anything… It was a loaded word, because he wasn’t just talking about biting me. He was talking about addressing the elephant in the room.

But he was right. There was no way we were getting anywhere with that right now. Not with how we both were right this instant.

I nodded, quietly agreeing with him and knowing exactly what he meant. Tomorrow night he would be visiting me. 

And tomorrow night would be the night I was bitten by a vampire.

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Hours in the Moonlight: Rose Red Dawn - 15. If You're Willing

Summary: If making the choice hadn’t been bad enough, then telling Vil you’d picked him while simultaneously convincing him to agree had to be worse.

Series Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ series/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!

Trigger Warning: Vampire

Word Count: 2207

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

I sat with my hands folded in my lap, swallowing slightly as I tried to find the words while Rook, Epel, and Vil all stared at me with similarly surprised expressions.

I couldn’t blame them, though. I’d just told them everything I could about the situation and plan without including the details about how this woman I would be dealing with was apparently the same vampire who’d turned Riddle as well as someone he’d at least once viewed as his mother.

“So you’re going to get a vampire to bite you so that you can safely meet up with this woman, confirm that she is the one causing the insane vampire issue, and then handle her?” Epel clarified in a perfectly disbelieving tone, and I felt myself smile weakly at his blunt words.

But even I had to admit that the entire plan sounded reckless at best and shoddy at worst. Especially considering the fact that I’d been spending my time avoiding getting bitten by vampires for quite some time now.

This plan, such as it was, all but went against everything I’d been working for, except for my goal of getting the insane vampire issue handled.

“Is there no way you can observe this woman from a distance or sneak in?” Rook questioned me with a surprising amount of calm despite the way his expression and tone were both tinged with worry. And I knew precisely what his worry was. 

Rook was the one most likely to respect my decision simply because he’d dealt with the innately dangerous nature of being a vampire hunter himself. But I also knew he was no doubt concerned that I was jumping the gun.

And, in all fairness, both of the ideas he’d raised were good ones. I shook my head with a resigned sigh, though, “I’ve actually stopped by and asked Riddle about that already. He said that it would be impossible.”

I paused before meeting my friend's gaze directly as I shifted slightly in my chair. “He’s worried she would smell me if I were to sneak in, and he said there was no way to watch her from a distance… Apparently her house has little in the way of windows or ways to look inside. I got the feeling she’s been very wary of others, especially vampire hunters, for quite some time now.”

“But he thinks you waltzing in there after having been bitten won’t be an issue?” It was the first thing Vil had said since I’d explained the plan, and I could clearly hear the judgment in his tone.

And his judgment was perfectly valid. She probably wasn’t going to be very accepting of my presence, and me getting bitten by a vampire was most definitely risky.

I looked his way and lifted one shoulder, though. Doing my best to appear wholly unbothered by this plan even though he’d never buy that for even a millisecond. He knew me far too well for that. But I also knew that he would never agree to the plan, much less agree to being the one to bite me, if he knew how nervous I was.

“If necessary, I’ll tell her that I work for the head-vampire of the district and that I’m evaluating all of the vampires in the area. That should at least give me an excuse to be there,” I explained in a carefully nonchalant tone, but Vil’s eyes narrowed at me in a way that told me he wasn’t convinced. Not in the slightest.

And I wasn’t surprised. If anyone knew me well, it was Vil, and even I had some misgivings about this plan.

“That all makes good sense, but I don’t see why you have to be bitten to do that. Are you sure this isn’t just a ruse the Heartslabyul vampires are using to get some of your blood?” Vil’s tone was utterly condemning and had Epel looking between the two of us nervously as I felt myself frown.

“They wouldn’t do that.” I immediately shook my head, disagreeing with Vil’s assertion in a flat voice. But I could tell my words did little to calm him even as I continued. If anything, he seemed to be getting more frustrated.

“Riddle explained why I had to get bitten anyway. He said she’d attack if I wasn’t obviously marked or bitten, and I can’t find out if she’s the one causing all of this if she’s just attacking me. Apparently she hates humans or something,” I finished stubbornly as I watched Vil’s fingers tap annoyedly on his already crossed arms.

His brows were furrowed, and I could practically see the gears turning in his head as he worked to come up with some other issue or flaw in this plan.

And I couldn’t deny that there were many.

It would be dangerous and might not work at all for a variety of reasons, but it was also the only plan I had at the moment, and I couldn’t just keep dragging this entire thing out. 

Even if Riddle’s commentary had been overly harsh, it hadn’t missed its mark. The longer this issue of insane vampires remained, the more people were in danger. After all, the number of times I’d been attacked in the past few months alone far outpaced the experiences I’d had previously.

I inhaled slightly before I spoke again, looking at all three men in turn, “I know why you’re upset, and I get why you’re against this…. All of you. I don’t like it either, but this issue has to be resolved. The longer this keeps going and the more insane vampires there are running around, the more likely it is people will get hurt and get turned into vampires.”

I paused, noting how Epel’s gaze fell at my words, and I swallowed as Rook nodded solemnly while Vil’s gaze continued to rest weightily on me. “If this keeps up, then people are going to start suspecting things, looking where they shouldn’t be, and finding out about vampires. And then who knows what will happen?”

My voice wavered slightly, and I cut myself off short. Not bothering to voice the possibilities of what might or even probably would happen.

Mass frenzy, hysteria, and people beginning to institute methods against the vampires who endangered them. Even if some or most of the vampires were innocent. And I couldn’t accept that. Not when so many people could get hurt. Including these three and the myriad of other friends I’d made.

At my silence, Vil’s frown deepened, and Rook glanced over at him, a concerned frown of his own on his face, “Roi du Poison….”

He trailed off, seemingly not knowing what to say to the other man before he looked my way with a sorrowful but understanding expression, “You make a good point, Trickster. But-”

“It ain’t your fault!” Epel’s sudden explosion of words cut off whatever it was that Rook had been about to say and had me looking over at my friend, whose hands were curled into trembling fists as he stared at me.

His face was a mask of frustration, no doubt due to the fact he couldn’t do anything.

It was like we were back at that night when Epel had first been turned and none of us had known anything other than the fact that there was a vampire who was apparently after me and who was willing to target those close to me.

Except it somehow felt more complicated now. I was far deeper into the world of vampires now than I had been at that time. There was more at stake.

It wasn’t just me at risk, but others. Other humans and the vampires that I’d come to know so well.

Well enough that I wasn’t sure I would ever want to leave their world to return to mine, which was a thought I knew I should never have. Because it was perilous at best.

But now wasn’t the time for such thoughts. Right now, I needed to focus on the present, or I had no hope of convincing these three.

Especially Vil.

Epel shook his head, and I somehow felt even more lost just by looking at him as he staunchly met my gaze. Somehow managing to look determined and so hurt all at once. But I knew it frustrated him that he couldn’t do this for me.

And perhaps that was why his voice quivered with far too much emotion as he spoke, “You shouldn’t have to be the one to bear this burden, Y/n… Not when it’s not your fault! None of it! If anyone should be doing something, it should be that blasted birdbrain! HE’S the one in charge of this district, not you!!”

“Epel,” Rook’s voice was soft, but it was all that was needed to silence the younger man, who bit off whatever other words he had. His lips pursing together as he trembled, a subtle reminder that he was just as new to the world of the night as I was. But unlike me, he hadn’t had any choice and could never leave.

Because even if Crowley had forced me into the position of vampire hunter, he wasn’t the real reason I was here. 

The real reason I was here was quite simple.

Wordlessly I looked towards Vil, knowing that even now I didn't regret my decision to befriend him and stay by his side, but wondering if he shared the same sentiment.

He met my gaze, his expression one that I could tell was tightly controlled as he swallowed, lifting his chin slightly as he spoke. And his eyes held mine in a way that told me he would see the very instant I hesitated or wavered. “So you’re determined to go through with this plan?”

Epel’s eyes widened with surprise at Vil’s cold words, but Rook simply looked towards Vil silently. A small but sad smile on his face that told me he’d been expecting this turn of events.

But Rook, Vil, And I all knew that if Epel’s reaction to all this hadn’t broken my decision to do this, then very little would. 

But even with that simple fact, I could tell Vil didn’t like this. Not one bit.

The only question was why he wasn’t arguing with me more. I’d expected to have to fight tooth and nail over this.

I nodded quietly, though, and Vil sighed. Not looking surprised but certainly less than pleased, “Then who are you planning on asking to bite you? Not just any vampire will do.”

His tone turned warning, and I knew we’d reached the part of the decision he would not budge on. He might accept my choice to take drastic measures, but he would step in if the plan took a turn he didn’t like here.

Because, knowing Vil, he wasn’t about to accept risk to my person. Even if it was a risk that was brought on by my own choice.

He would respect my decisions, but only to a point. It was something I’d always known.

The very instant I crossed the line into the territory of ‘too far,’ then Vil would step in. Because he knew that when the pressure got to be too much, I couldn’t necessarily make choices in an exactly reasonable manner.

At some point, he and I had become a gauge for one another, and in all honesty, it was a comforting thought. Because I knew Vil wouldn’t let me push myself too far, just like I wouldn’t let him do anything he’d regret so long as I could help it.

But even then, I had no idea of how he would respond to what I was about to ask of him. Not when it would require him to do the very thing he’d been protecting me from ever since I’d met him.

I swallowed thickly, holding his amethyst gaze and half-wishing that Rook and Epel weren’t actually here for this part of the conversation simply because of how purely awkward this was going to be. But it wasn’t as if I could just send them away either. They were just as worried as he was.

“I was thinking…” I paused slightly, shifting nervously and doing my best to ignore the way both Rook and Epel leaned forward. Epel with an expression of wary curiosity and Rook with an uncomfortable degree of knowing in his eyes.

“You… If you’re willing to do it,” I finished. My answer falling from my mouth in an oddly merciless fashion. Though I wasn’t sure who needed the mercy more. Me or him.

Vil’s eyes widened, and his lips parted slightly, like he was genuinely surprised and, dare I say it from the brightness of his eyes, pleased by my choice, and I felt myself blink. Briefly taken aback as I matched his stare. My hands still linked together themselves nervously in my lap.

Off to the side, Epel’s eyes widened, and he looked over at Vil in surprise. Rook, for his part, smiled slightly before he mirrored the younger man and also looked towards Vil, who continued to sit motionlessly, his surprised gaze holding mine.

And then he shook his head, “No.”

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Dreaming of the Dead as if Death Itself was Undone.

-"Blinding" by Florence and the Machine

Einherjar Silver again, I had enough hand strength to use filters to finish a messy piece I've had rotting in my folder for like a month.

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Dancing With Visions - Nothing New - Ifa - Salsa (Street)

Author Notes: My first Ifa fic! I was rather pleased when he got Salsa from his wheel of fortune (or dances in this case) roll. I didn't actually have a specific dance I watched for this fic, though I did watch a plethora of street salsa dance videos on Youtube in the name of research. This chapter does have a song I listened to while writing and editing though! The song "Nothing New" by The Strike helped me a lot as I wrote, and I do recommend giving it a listen. Just like the rest of this series, reader is female. I hope you enjoy.

If you would like to read more of this series, the fics can be found here: Dancing with Visions Masterlist

Type: Female reader/ fluff/ sfw/ romance somewhat implied but can be platonic/

Word count: 1483

I strolled along with Ifa, my hands laced behind my back, as we perused the Children of Echoes after checking in on a Tepetlisaur that had been sick. And, luckily, it was better now. Which was definitely a good thing considering the amount of effort Ifa had put into figuring out what was wrong with it only to find out that it had eaten a rag when no one was looking.

And, as ever, the Children of Echoes was filled with music and dancing people that had Cacucu flitting around all over the place. It wasn’t long until Cacucu had, evidently enough, found something he was interested in.

“Bro!” I glanced over at almost the exact same time as Ifa, and it didn’t take me long to spot the people who were dancing together to the easily recognizable style of music.

Salsa.

“What’d you find, bro?” Ifa ignored the dancers as he walked over, looking up at where Cacucu flapped around. 

I watched from a slight distance as the two chatted, exchanging varying bro-isms as Ifa gestured idly to the dancers that had seemingly attracted the Qucusaurus’s attention. And after a brief moment I walked over, feeling myself smile as I looked up at the saurian in question, “You know, Cacucu, Ifa can dance like that too.”

“No way, bro!” There was absolutely no hesitation in the saurian’s response, and I laughed slightly. Wholly unsurprised by Cacucu’s declaration as Ifa crossed his arms. A frown appearing on his face.

“Hey now, I’ll have you know that I’ve got other talents than just working with saurians,” Despite his scolding tone, a slight smile pulled at Ifa’s mouth, and I glanced back up at Cacucu. And I already had a pretty good idea of what he would say before his beak ever even opened.

“For real, now? Do you even hear yourself, bro?”

I snorted, barely managing to cover my smile with a hand as Ifa looked my way with a slight frown before he looked back up at Cacucu.

“Listen here, you. I’m a perfectly good dancer. I just prefer to strum along and let others do the dancing while I watch.”

This time Cacucu just responded with a laugh that Ifa had scowling at him slightly as I pressed my lips together in amusement. Doing my best to not openly snicker at their antics.

In all honesty, though, I’d largely known what I was starting when I’d come over here and first spoken up. But I really hadn’t expected for Ifa to reach out and suddenly grasp me by the hand.

“Fine, I’ll show you. You just perch over there,” He waved Cacucu off, hardly missing a beat before looking my way, “Dance with me, Y/n?”

I blinked at him, briefly stunned before I nodded, feeling a new smile start creeping onto my face that I didn’t bother hiding as Ifa nodded his head in confirmation before turning and starting off towards the dancefloor with my hand in his as I followed him.

And behind us I could hear a slightly stunned Cacucu: “Oh wow… No way, bro!”

The words were followed by the soft sound of fluttering wings that told me that he’d gone to find a perch and watch just as he’d been told. I’d barely even glanced back at the Qucusaurus before I trotted up alongside Ifa as he slowly started to make his way through the crowd of dancers.

And he was, as ever, as easygoing as could be as he casually dodged couples and led me along with him. Turning and dodging people, occasionally stopping and nudging me back as he had to step to the side to dodge any particularly exuberant couple, “Whoops, excuse us, bro.”

He tilted his head as we finally reached a slightly clear area, glancing around before nodding in apparent satisfaction as he no doubt guaranteed that Cacucu had, in fact, found himself a good perch.

“I don’t know where he got his attitude from,” Ifa shook his head slightly as he met my gaze, and I felt myself grin at his dry tone.

I lifted one shoulder in an only slightly apologetic half-shrug, “I may have goaded him a little.”

Ifa shook his head, half-chuckling to himself, “Not like it takes too much; nice to know that you knew what you were doing though.”

“Only a little bit,” I confessed, nodding my head slightly as we both started idly shifting to the music, letting our hands swing between us where they’d found each other.

“I never thought you’d opt to prove him wrong by dancing with me,” I tilted my head as I finished, smiling in quiet amusement as Ifa’s eyebrows arched at my words.

“I don’t see why not,” He lifted his arm, raising my hand with it, and I twirled obediently. And our footwork was already gradually speeding up to match the beat of the music. But Ifa hadn’t actually been lying when he’d scolded Cacucu for underestimating him. He had a great many other talents beyond just being the very best sauro-vet around. Though he would never actually proclaim himself as such.

He could surf, play the guitar, get along with just about anyone, reassure people when they needed it, be a solid support for any friend, and, obviously, dance.

I was just lucky in that I’d seen most of his talents in person, as well as having had the opportunity to laugh along with either him or Ororon whenever something would go mildly wrong for him. Such as when he’d wiped out that one time while surfing with Mualani.

By now we were in full motion, and it was almost impressive that Ifa was even giving most of the other dancers here a run for their money. After all, the Children of Echoes were known for their dance competitions in which some form of salsa usually made at least one notable appearance.

But Ifa dancing well was certainly nothing new. In fact, he’d always struck me as a bit of a natural at it.

I laughed slightly as we rotated around each other, our arms having to swing up around the other one so that we could avoid getting tangled together as we danced, “I see you certainly haven’t gotten rusty on your salsa dancing at least.”

He hummed, swinging me around behind him as he looked over his shoulder slightly, an amused smile on his face, “I could say the same to you. You’ve definitely kept in practice since the last time I saw you dance.”

I managed a slight shrug as we continued to dance, somehow not interrupting our motions as I grinned at him, “Well, it’s something to do.”

He spun me again before stopping me abruptly with his arm wrapped around me and my hands resting on his shoulders as the music came to an end. And I looked up at him, half-startled as I caught my breath. But I hadn’t even realized that we’d been dancing long enough for the song to have reached its end.

We’d barely even caught our breath before Cacucu had found his usual perch on Ifa’s head, “No way, bro!”

“Yes way, bro. Me and Y/n told you I could dance,” Ifa hardly even missed a beat, letting go of me and stepping back as I glanced up at Cacucu in amusement.

“What’d you think, Cacucu? He’s pretty good, right?” Ifa all but snorted at my words, but Cacucu was already flapping his little wings excitedly.

“For real now!”

As if to agree with him, people were politely applauding where we stood on the dance floor. And I belatedly realized that Ifa and I had somehow made it to the center of the crowd as he waved off their applause. Somehow unbothered even as the slight embarrassment kicked in for me.

“Thanks, dudes, I’m afraid we’ve gotta go now, though. Keep the party pumping!” Ifa raised one hand in farewell, casually taking one of my hands in his other one before he started off the dancefloor. Evidently enough, picking up on my reaction to everyone’s sudden attention. And he didn’t stop even as the saddened calls rang out from behind us as we left the dancefloor and started back off towards the Flower Feather Clan.

I was half-tempted to thank Ifa, but I kept my silence as we walked along with Cacucu continuing to rest on his hat. After all, just like how Ifa being talented was nothing new, so was him being considerate. And if I thanked him every time he did something for me without me saying anything about my troubles then I wouldn’t have air to say anything else.

So I just smiled to myself, quietly pleased that I’d gotten to dance with Ifa yet again. After all, who knew when such a chance would arise again? Though I certainly hoped it would be soon.

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Hours in the Moonlight: Rose Red Dawn - 14. Careful Choices

Summary: The debate of which vampire you were going to ask to bite you was quite honestly a mess. Because even as you went down the now long list of vampires you knew, you already knew who you were going to choose. Because for better or worse, there was really only one choice you wanted to make.

Series Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ series/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!

Trigger Warning: Vampire

Word Count: 1904

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

I walked around my apartment restlessly as I considered my options. 

Last night, I’d stopped by the Savanaclaw clan to keep my promise of notifying Leona first when I found the cause of the insane vampires, only for him to ask me what my plan was, which had been an ordeal in and of itself. And then, first thing this evening, I’d called Ace and Deuce to tell them that I wouldn’t be coming by tonight because I needed more time to consider my options. 

And in no way had that been a lie. Because that was exactly what I was doing as I paced around. 

The more I’d considered it all, the more it seemed to make sense for me to do what Riddle and Trey had suggested and get ‘marked’ so that I could feign being claimed. 

But as I’d thought about it all, I’d realized that line of action had more benefits than just preventing Riddle’s ‘mother’ from attacking me. 

Being claimed would mean that I would come across as less of a threat. She’d possibly be more open to talking to a silly little mortal that had been claimed but hadn’t fully committed to vampirism than a vampire hunter working under Crowley.

Of course, it was also quite possible that she would already know I was Crowley's vampire hunter. It certainly seemed like everyone else did at this point. But even then, being supposedly claimed could possibly still work to make her less wary. At least then I would come across as foolish at best, and she might be less wary.

And then, if it turned out that Riddle was correct in his suspicions and she was creating insane vampires for some heinous reason, I would probably end up having to ‘handle’ her. 

But even by considering that, I was getting ahead of myself. I needed to decide who, exactly, I was going to let bite me first.

Even thinking of it made me grimace, but now that I’d come this far, I certainly wasn’t going to get cowed here. I would just have to make my choice carefully.

Vil was, of course, the first one that came to mind, but I wasn’t entirely certain he’d agree. At the very least he wouldn’t like this plan since it put me at risk, but he would quite possibly outright refuse.

In fact, he might even be appalled that I would ask. After all, I didn’t know what vampire decorum there might be about getting bitten, claimed, marked, or any of the above.

Rook and Epel were options too, but I was less confident in their control. I knew neither of them would ever intentionally hurt me, but they were younger vampires, which meant their control was probably lacking. 

And if a vampire's reaction to me when I simply walked by was anything to go off of, then I definitely didn’t want any vampire that lacked in terms of control in any way for my own safety.

And on top of all of that, I knew for a fact neither of them had ever drunk blood from a human, which wasn’t something I couldn’t say for any of the other vampires I knew.

 Bluntly put, if I was going to have to get bitten, I would prefer it be someone experienced for my own sake, as uncomfortable as the whole idea made me. And frankly, I didn’t even want to think about whether technique was an important part of the equation or not.

So Rook and Epel were out.

Adding quickly to that pile were Ace, Deuce, Sebek, Jack, and Azul. I knew all of them were younger vampires, which meant they possibly had less control.

Jade and Floyd were both young too, of course, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that they would somehow be more competent in terms of drinking blood or the entire biting situation in general. 

Another thing that I didn’t entirely want to consider.

And then there was the fact that I also wasn’t sure that I was entirely comfortable with the thought of them biting me. I doubted they would outright hurt me on purpose, but there was something about them that made me hesitate to outright choose them.

I wasn’t actually sure how old Ruggie, Jamil, Kalim, Cater, Trey, or Riddle were, which made judging them a bit more difficult. Though Riddle had mentioned being one of the older members of the Heartslabyul clan.

Ruggie would possibly be okay, but somehow I was also against it being him. In truth, I was concerned that he would have less control, though I couldn’t actually put a finger on why that would be the case.

I knew for a fact that I didn’t want it to be Jamil, simply due to our past. With the entire hypnosis thing, I was just against the idea of it all, even though I was pretty confident that Jamil wouldn’t intentionally hurt me outside of the general, unavoidable injury that came with being bitten.

Kalim was someone I was reasonably comfortable with, but I was also worried he would get excited, for lack of a better word. Plus, I honestly wasn’t sure he would even be able to handle hurting me to the degree the biting itself would take.

I didn’t know Cater, Trey, or Riddle as well as any of the others I’d considered so far. And though it was true Riddle had offered, he’d also done so in a way that implied he would only be willing if there were no other options.

Which brought to mind another person who’d once made a similar offer. 

Malleus had told me that, should I ever wish for it, he would be willing to turn me. And while I wasn’t sure about being turned, his offering implied he was confident in his capabilities of controlling himself, so at the very least he might not drain me by accident.

Malleus was also old, as was Lilia, and with how old  they had implied they were, they had probably drunk blood from a human rather than a baggie before, which meant they had experience.

I somewhat leaned away from picking either of them, though, simply due to how my interactions with both Malleus and Lilia had gone. Though between the two, things had been less weird with Lilia, the simple fact Malleus had offered to turn me made me hesitate to pick him.

And there were still other options too. 

Idia, for instance, wasn’t affected by me, which made him a very good option. But, being totally honest, I didn’t actually think he would do it. Not with how anxious he was. 

In fact, I was worried he’d pass out at the very thought of having to get that close to me, much less having to bite me.

Finally, as the only remaining option, there was Leona. 

Leona had controlled himself when I’d bled in front of him before, which was a comforting thought in regard to the level of control he probably had. And while I didn’t know about his biting experience, it was honestly hard to picture him losing control of himself.

In fact, it was easier to picture Malleus or Lilia losing control of themselves, which was odd, considering they were probably the oldest vampires in my list of options.

Finally, as another point towards the Leona option, when I’d told him what Riddle had told me, he’d been rather disgruntled but grudgingly accepting of the possible necessity of my being bitten.

I frowned, at last plopping down on my couch as I realized I’d already narrowed down my list to two main options. Leona and Vil.

I didn’t know if either of them would agree, though. Vil would probably be the more likely one to refuse, but he was also the one I leaned towards. In fact, if I were to be wholly honest with myself, he was the only one I wanted to do it anyway.

I was comfortable with Vil and trusted him implicitly. I’d known him for so long, though I’d also known for quite some time that my affection for him edged just a little too far beyond the line known as friendship, which could definitely complicate matters when I considered exactly how close to me he’d have to get to actually bite me.

On the flipside, I didn’t exactly think Leona would outright hurt me intentionally either. He was both reliable and trustworthy, but I also wasn’t nearly as close to him as I was to Vil. By the same token, though, there was safety in that I didn’t have near the feelings for him that I held for Vil.

But, at the end of the day… I didn’t want it to be him. I wanted it to be Vil. A thought that was somewhat frightening in and of itself. Because was I truly that insane? That I could have such a strong preference even though I knew the issues it could cause between Vil and me.

I leaned back, letting my head rest against the back of my couch as I stared up at the ceiling and let my fingers curl around the cross charm that hung, as it always did, from my necklace that had been latched around my neck all evening. 

A small reminder that I knew exactly who my choice was going to be, even though I’d spent so much time debating my numerous options.

I smiled tiredly, almost disappointed in myself. But I was going to prove all of those rumors right.

I’d gone from being beyond wary of Vil, to befriending him, to relying on both his protection and him as a companion, and now I was quite literally going to ask him to bite me. 

I’d pretty much done a 180 in my relationship with Vil, and now spent most of my time with him ignoring the feelings I had for him simply because it was all just too complicated.  And that wasn’t even considering the way he’d always dodged the matter. 

After a while, I’d simply stopped trying to broach it long before Crowley had ever gotten himself involved in my life.

Because, no matter how I thought of what a relationship between us could truly be like, Vil was a vampire, and I wasn’t. In fact, I was a vampire hunter.

It was both cliché and ridiculous, and I knew that. Especially since even though I was going to ask him to do the one thing vampires were best known for, I probably still wouldn’t come clean with him about my feelings. Not when I knew he’d likely turn me down.

But then I’d known for quite some time now that I was a coward.

I inhaled, closing my eyes as I resolved myself. It was asking enough of me to deal with the idea of him biting me, much less requesting it, when I’d been avoiding being bitten by a vampire for over a year now.

Besides, I didn’t even know if he would agree. And if he didn’t, I supposed that would mean going on to my next option and dealing with that entire mess.

I could face my feelings for Vil and what exactly they meant for my future and our relationship later. Maybe after the entire insane vampire issue was resolved. 

Assuming everything went well, I would have more time then anyway.

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Hours in the Moonlight: Rose Red Dawn - 13. Exactly How Dangerous

Summary: At this point, you would’ve really thought you would be better prepared for the concept of being bitten by a vampire. But Riddle’s assertion that being bitten would be necessary put a hard stop on all your thoughts of how you would handle the woman at the center of this entire issue. Because now you had a new hurdle to get over before you ever had to face her. Were you going to let yourself get marked? And, if so, by who?

Series Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ series/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!

Trigger Warning: Vampire

Word Count: 1582

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

I stared almost numbly at Riddle, who held my gaze unflinchingly as I exhaled evenly, “So you're saying that I’m going to have to go and get myself bitten so that this woman, your mother, will think that I’m claimed; otherwise, she’ll attack me without any warning?”

Riddle nodded, a quick motion that somehow made the entire situation all the worse because it left absolutely no room for questioning.

“Yes. She is very anti-mortals, which could have something to do with her creation of the insane vampires. If she sees you, unclaimed as you are, she will attack you, and she will kill you.”

I frowned at his words, shifting slightly in my seat, “I can defend myself if it comes to that.”

Even Trey shook his head at my words, and I looked between the two, feeling half-annoyed and half-desperate. 

Trey was the one who spoke, though, his expression sympathetic as he met my gaze, “Y/n, we understand that you’re a vampire hunter and that you can hold your own in a fight. You even proved that this evening in your duel with Riddle. But you have to understand, this woman is on another level. She’s ancient and has survived many, many encounters with other vampire hunters. It’s too dangerous for you to just rely on your skills.”

Riddle nodded, agreeing with the other man as he shifted, uncrossing and recrossing his legs as he frowned at me, “Indeed. Just because you beat me in a duel doesn’t mean you can best her. It would be foolish for you to go in there unprepared when I can promise you she will not turn you. She would kill you.”

He paused, letting his words sink in before he continued, “Your best option is to feign being claimed. That way she won’t attack you out of respect for the one who has staked their claim.”

I crossed my arms as he finished, not entirely as confident as he was that a simple vampire bite would be enough to drive her off if she hated people as much as both he and Trey implied, “And you’re sure she won’t just ignore this whole ‘claimed’ business and attack me anyway?”

I watched as a smug smile curled across Riddle’s face, and he nodded, “It is one of the oldest rules there are for vampires. You don’t attack another vampire’s mortal that has been claimed unless you are willing to wage all-out war with both that vampire and their clan. Mother would never do such a thing. It would be the height of rudeness and beyond improper.”

I blinked, half-unimpressed but now able to assume that Riddle had gotten his obsession with rules from his so-called mother.

But that didn’t solve my issue.

Having to get bitten, of all things, for my safety had issues of its own when it came to how safe I would actually be during the biting process.

It might as well be common knowledge that my blood was apparently something to be desired by vampires, and I couldn’t help but be worried. If just smelling me caused some sort of bizarre reaction where they had to control themselves, how bad would tasting my blood be for them in terms of having to control themselves? 

Could I really trust a vampire to bite me and not end up draining me entirely?

I knew from my time at the Diasomnia clan that a single bite didn’t necessarily seal the deal for being turned unless too much blood was taken. But I still couldn’t help but be on edge at the mere thought of getting bitten.

And, as if the idea of getting bitten wasn’t bad enough when I’d spent quite a bit of my time avoiding precisely that, then the idea of the vampire losing control and either killing me by draining me or turning me into a vampire by taking too much blood was worse.

It was true that I was already a part of the vampire world and that I had lots of friends here, but that didn’t mean I was just itching to die and join them.

Even if it would resolve some of my concerns about how long I’d be able to stay with Vil…..

“If you’re going to do this, I recommend you pick someone you trust. If you can’t find anyone, then I am willing to do what is necessary, but you should think about this carefully,” Riddle’s words drew my gaze back to him.

I’d barely looked his way in time to notice the way his gaze settled a little too perfectly on my throat before he cleared his throat and dragged his eyes back up to my face.

I swallowed, doing my best to pretend that I hadn’t noticed his gaze as he tilted his head, “I’m sure you know exactly how dangerous this is for you, after all.”

I nodded numbly, finding it oddly difficult to speak with all of the thoughts that were currently circulating through my mind.

I could feel the weight of Trey’s eyes on me as silence stretched between the three of us.

And it was almost a blessing when a knock on the door shattered the silence, causing me and Trey to turn and look back at the door as Riddle called out in a half-annoyed voice, “What is it?”

The door barely cracked open before Deuce’s head appeared as he cautiously looked in before brightening as his eyes landed on me, “Y/n! There you are.”

He glanced around the room and stepped into the room, his back perfectly straight and his entire body stiff, like he was at attention as he noticed Riddle, “I just came to let you know that it’s getting late and that Y/n had probably better start heading home.”

Riddle nodded, his motions as sharp as ever as he stood, “Very well.” He paused, looking over at where I sat, “I suggest you think about what we discussed here and decide what you want to do before moving forward.”

I nodded, pressing my lips together but getting up from my seat, “I will… Thank you.”

Deuce’s worried gaze rested on me as I walked out of the room, followed by my friend, only to find Ace waiting outside for me with a slight frown on his face as he looked my way, “So, was he a pain?”

 I didn’t have to ask who ‘he’ was. It was obvious who Ace meant, and I almost smiled at his slightly peevish tone.

“Riddle was fine. In fact, he answered all of my questions without losing his temper at all,” I spoke as calmly as possible as the redhead fell in step with me and Deuce. But both young men continued to eye me expectantly, and I felt myself sigh.

A large part of me didn’t want to tell them what I’d just learned. It certainly wasn’t my place to tell them about Riddle’s connection to the vampire causing all of this, but it also didn’t feel entirely right to leave them wholly in the dark. Not when they’d been on my side this entire time.

“Riddle knew who the root of insane vampire issues was, and they aren’t part of the clan,” At my words, Ace grinned, startling me slightly until Deuce started speaking.

“So you were right! It is a vampire acting on their own! Does this mean you can go and, you know, handle them?” Deuce questioned me rapid-fire, and for a brief moment I blinked in surprise before smiling slightly.

Because, of course, they were excited. I had been right, and they didn’t know everything I knew.

I nodded slightly before a frown worked its way back onto my face, causing the two young men to both frown as they exchanged a look from around me. Deuce leaned over, his voice lowering as if his words were a secret, “Y/n... What’s wrong?”

I inhaled, bracing myself slightly before I started explaining. Because I knew this was going to be the first of many explanations that would follow the same basic formula.

“Riddle told me that if I was going to have a chance of safely meeting this vampire to confirm everything he told me as well as handle this entire mess, I was going to have to be marked so that she would think that I was claimed and wouldn’t just outright attack me.”

I glanced worriedly between the two young men, who both stared at me in a notably heavy silence. 

Ace was the first one to react, a deep frown appearing on his face as he came to a stop next to me, “He doesn’t think you can handle this woman? Even after you beat him in a duel??”

I shook my head slightly, “Apparently she’s an old vampire that’s fought lots of vampire hunters before. Trey agreed with him and even said that this had to be handled carefully.”

“Then what are you going to do? Are you actually going to let a vampire bite you? Is that even safe??” Deuce picked up where Ace had left off, and I looked his way, lifting one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug.

“I don’t know yet. Riddle told me to consider it all carefully… But I don’t really know what to do,” My honest admission was met with silence and was predictive of how the rest of my trip home went. 

Very quietly and filled with questions of what I should do. 

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Ink and Magic Series Master-List

Twisted Wonderland was already a world filled with questions that needed answering, but perhaps the one closest to you involved the young men who overblotted and your connection to them. After all, there had to be some reason for why you were seeing their memories. Right?

Warning: Spoilers for all overblots.

The Rose-Red Tyrant-Heartslabyul

Usurper From The Wilds - Savannaclaw

Merchant From the Depths - Octavinelle

Tactician of the Scalding Sands - Scarabia

The Beautiful Oppressor - Pomefiore

The Watchman of the Underworld - Ignihyde

Ruler of the Abyss - Diasomnia

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Ink and Magic - Ruler of the Abyss

Author Notes: So, it's finally out. Part 7 of this pseudo non canon compliant what if with the overblots and their aftermath! A lot of what I said for part 1 counts for this section too. This isn't exactly romantic. in fact, I would say it counts as more platonic, but it certainly can be taken as shippy. I really can't promise this is the end of this series since I don't know what's coming next for the Twisted Wonderland plot. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Spoilers for Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss!

[Heartslabyul] [Savanaclaw] [Octavinelle] [Scarabia] [Pomefiore] [Ignihyde] [Diasomnia: You're Here!]

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fic series/ Can be platonic or romantic/ fluff/ angst/ comfort/ Spoilers for Diasomnia overblot.

TW: Character death mentioned.

Word count: 2104

Lilia and I had barely made it in time, and the first thing we’d seen had been Silver and Malleus locked in battle with Sebek sprawled on the ground behind them. And from there it had all happened far too quickly.

Lilia had dashed forward at inhuman speeds. His red eyes wide in horror as he threw himself between the two, all but screaming at all of them to stop.

I faltered, my own eyes wide with horror at what I was seeing as Lilia collapsed, Silver fell backwards, and Malleus, in his dragon form, paused as if some small part of him realized what was happening. 

Lilia crumpled brokenly to the ground, and I found myself dashing forward, barely in time to try and catch Silver as he too collapsed while his sword spiraled through the air.

I grimaced as it clattered to the ground before I looked towards the giant dragon that was panting slightly as its wide eyes flickered across our forms. And there was something in that familiar shade of green that told me in some small way that the Malleus I’d gotten to know was somehow still in there despite everything that had happened.

I carefully shifted Silver off me, grunting under the weight of his armor before I stumbled forward. Both of my hands raised as if I could calm the dragon as its gigantic eyes locked onto my form, “Hor-”

My call was interrupted by Idia’s desperate tone, “NOW! Lock onto the target!!”

I spun, looking back in time to see him typing away furiously on his pad as Silver’s sword magically levitated, and I felt my eyes widen once more as I suddenly realized what was about to happen right as Idia pointed. But there was no time now. It was all happening far too fast for me to have even a prayer of doing anything. And even if there were time, what would I do? Malleus had to be stopped, for better or worse. I just wished it didn’t have to be this way.

Idia’s magic sent the now glowing sword flying through the air and directly into Malleus’s horn, causing an almost blinding flash of light when the two collided.

And then everything was black.

It was almost the exact same as what I’d seen during each and every other overblot. But, alarmingly enough this time, I hadn’t seen Malleus collapse out of his overblot form, nor had I rushed to catch him.

Instead, I’d seemingly just passed out from being in the presence of an overwhelming amount of magic or, perhaps, simple exhaustion.

But I knew perfectly well that this wasn’t a normal darkness that surrounded me. I could practically feel the presence of the fae prince with me, even if I couldn’t see him, and I found myself waiting. Wondering what sort of memories I would see this time. 

I already knew a fair bit about what happened before Malleus had hatched, but what had happened after that? What had led to Malleus becoming the lonely and somewhat misguided man he was? So ancient, and yet still so immature despite the many years he’d already lived through.

“A blessing was given to me when I was born. It is… A great power that destroys everything.” 

Malleus’s solemn voice came from beside. Calm and more like what I was used to from his nighttime visits to Ramshackle dorm. But even then, I could practically sense the undertone to that calmness. Like his calm was forced and oh-so-perfectly rehearsed so that nothing could go awry. Because if he was in control, then what could ever go wrong?

I frowned at his words, almost squinting as I tried to catch sight of the scene that usually followed the narration of the overblotee’s memories.

But instead of any black and white memories, what appeared before me was something akin to a glowing green gem that had me stepping back in alarm.

It reminded me of the gem that had been on Meleanor’s staff, but it wasn’t even precisely that.

It was the same color as Malleus’s magic, though. But it wasn’t Malleus’s voice that rang out through the darkness. Instead, it was a woman.

“Lord Malleus, you were born to be the ruler of the Night’s tribe.”

I felt myself slowly relax as I listened to still more voices that narrated gifts being given to a prince whom I was far too familiar with while simultaneously not understanding what had led to this entire tragedy. 

But even with my myriad of questions, I could still silently summarize what these unidentified voices were talking about. 

These were the blessings Malleus had been talking about just now. 

The power to sweep away anything that obstructed his view, so that nothing could ever touch or hurt him. A voice to scare anyone into submission. And time that never passed despite how the world continued to change around both it and him.

These were blessings of the night meant to protect and safeguard him. But I already knew how it was all going to turn out, and I pressed my lips together in silent frustration.

Because just like with everyone else who’d overblotted, I was just an audience to Malleus’s memories and thoughts. Unable to influence anything or save him from the heartbreak that doubtlessly awaited him. 

The gem faded from existence, and Malleus spoke from just beside me again, even though I couldn’t see him in the inky darkness that surrounded us.

“But, what I really wanted was….”

His somber voice trailed off, and a scene flickered to life. I tilted my head, looking at the young Malleus being assisted by a maid. 

It was a fairly relaxed scene, and I smiled as he nodded his small head at the maid. Already polite, if a little awkward, as he responded to her.

But everything went awry almost immediately as she was shocked the very instant she touched him, letting out a shriek of pain that had me jolting as the tiny prince whirled. 

His too-bright green eyes were wide with horror as he attempted to apologize before another maid stopped him. And I frowned as she shook her head while another man stepped forward, automatically placing all the blame on the injured woman who, from what I could tell, hadn’t done anything wrong.

In fact, she’d just been trying to comb his hair. At worst she’d found a knot.

But just from this scene alone, I already had a pretty good idea of what was going on.

The power Malleus had been gifted was too much for him to control without suppressing his every emotion and reaction, I’d imagined. After all, I already knew from his own explanations that emotional reactions from him could even cause the weather itself to change.

And on top of that, he’d been raised to think he was never at fault, which led to some degree of a superiority complex, which explained at least some of his actions. 

The scene shifted, showing more and more of Malleus’s childhood. Shifting to scenes of him excitedly greeting Lilia, which managed to result in Lilia getting injured as Malleus’s power went out of control once more.

Then came the story he’d told me about when he’d been alone on his birthday and had frozen the entire castle.

And one thing remained the same throughout each scene. The simple fact that the younger Malleus could not control his own power and was horrified by what he did to others.

A clear reflection of the man I’d gotten to know, despite how much more in control he was by the time I’d met him.

The scenes faded away, and the fathomless darkness came back to the forefront as Malleus spoke once more, a sigh slipping from him, “I don’t know. How to laugh with someone... The warmth that comes from touching someone. Even what it feels like….” 

He paused, but his voice remained carefully controlled with only a mild degree of strain to his tone as he continued, and I quietly wondered if he was just that used to controlling his emotions.

“Everyone tells me, ‘You have the power to make anything happen the way you want it to.’ In reality, the more you try to gain, the more you lose.”

I grimaced at the similarity of his words to what I’d heard from other overblot victims. 

It was that same strain of pessimistic hopelessness that stemmed from a past filled with disappointments and failures. 

I pressed my lips together as he sucked in a breath from wherever he was in this abyss, and his voice became still more strained than it had been as his control began to waver. “I just wanted to be angry, to laugh… I wanted to cry.”

His voice trembled slightly now, and I swallowed, reeling from the same frustration I felt every time as I got to listen to these men slowly unravel with me being able to do a single thing.

But even now he fought to maintain that same stoic calm as he spoke, rationalizing the unfairness of the fact he wasn’t allowed to feel or emote.

“When everyone shares in joy, there’s no place for me…”

It was all too easy to recall the way he’d watch as I walked by the other first-years when I’d wave at him. And he always exuded that same loneliness that seemed to constantly permeate from him.

  I was kicking myself now for not trying harder to include him in everything.

Even if he himself also pushed others away and made it difficult. I could understand why. It was possible, and even likely, that he feared hurting others.

There was silence for a moment, and I wondered if he was done, but then he spoke again. Sounding oddly like he was questioning me. Like he somehow knew I was here in the same way I could all but feel his presence.

“Am I supposed to continue living like this for what seems like an eternity? Alone until the day I return to the stars.”

I faltered as palpable anger entered his tone, knowing there was nothing I could do as his frustrations bubbled to the surface. And I could only hope that letting it all out would help.

“What blessing?? This is just a curse!”

The world flashed white, as if in reaction to his words, and blinded me as that perfectly spotless brilliance surrounded me and seemed to devour everything. Washing away the inky black, but still hiding Malleus from my view.

I gasped as I awoke, finding myself cradled to Malleus with his forehead resting gently against my shoulder as my arms wound around his neck and shoulders. His broken horn scraped against my side as I caught my breath. Realizing that I’d come back to the present and had been ejected from Malleus’s memories in much the same way I had been from Idia’s.

“Prefect! You’re back,” Idia’s voice had me twisting vainly as he walked over. His shadow fell over me and Malleus, illuminating us in soft blue firelight as Malleus remained fast asleep. His grip on my shoulder and waist tightened as he frowned and buried his face further into me.

And then I heard it. The choked-off sobs mixed with Silver’s pleas told me everything that I needed to know, and I all but flinched away from Silver’s cry in pained sympathy, “Father, please!” 

My eyes were wide as Sebek’s voice joined the pleas, and I turned, straining to see, only for Idia to stop me, stepping in my way and kneeling. His hand gripped my shoulder as my eyes met his grim ones, “Don’t. There’s nothing for it. We need to wake Malleus quickly, though.”

My mouth flapped uselessly as Idia looked over at the prince, who still held me tightly, seeming to grow more and more upset the longer he slumbered. 

After a moment, Idia frowned, leaning over and calling out, “Malleus!”

Malleus’s eyes flew open, and his gaze first flew up to look at me, muttering out that demented nickname of his, “Child of man….”

He was disoriented, but I stayed silent as he muttered once more. My lips pressed together as Silver’s voice broke through again, and Malleus’s eyes widened once more as he looked past me. Slowly releasing me as my gaze followed his. And my heart was already squeezing itself painfully since I knew exactly what I was going to see.

The aftermath of his overblot… And the source of both Silver’s and Sebek’s heartbreak that no one could protect him from.

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Hours in the Moonlight: Rose Red Dawn - 12. The Root Issue

Summary: When you’d sat down to talk to Riddle about the entire insane vampire issue, you certainly hadn’t expected to learn about his family story, about how he’d been turned, or anything like that. You certainly hadn’t expected Crowley to crop up as an issue here either. But it was clearly obvious that you definitely had your work cut out for you here, and you weren’t even done learning about the specifics of the vampire you’d likely end up fighting before everything was said and done.

Series Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ series/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!

Trigger Warning: Vampire

Word Count: 1699

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

I blinked at the green-haired man in quiet surprise and a fair degree of worry until Riddle spoke in an almost exasperated tone that was at odds with what I would have expected as he picked up from where he’d left off, “You shouldn’t have come in like that. You startled both of us.”

Trey shook his head as he shut the barely cracked door behind him, frowning all the while, “I was worried.”

I twisted in confusion to look back over at Riddle, who only shook his head, ignoring me in favor of responding to the other young man, “Of course you would be, but there’s no need. I’m simply honoring my agreement with Y/n.”

I blinked at his use of my name, rather than my work title, but stayed silent as Trey came up behind me.

 I had to fight the urge to not tense as I heard his wary, almost cold voice, that was at odds with the warm tone I’d gotten used to Trey using, “And what does that have to do with your mother?”

Riddle was, unlike me, utterly calm as he sat his teacup back down, “They asked me to answer their questions honestly, so I was.”

He paused, his gaze flickering back over to me before he sighed, apparently reading my concerns and confusion on my face, “Trey already knows everything.”

“Does anyone else know?” I tilted my head as I questioned him in confusion before belatedly realizing that our agreed-upon time had ended the very moment Trey had come in. 

But, despite the fact my agreed-upon time for questions had already passed, Riddle simply nodded, “Yes, he’s the only one who knows.”

I nodded slightly, not surprised to find out that this was all a secret, but then Riddle sighed, “I suppose I owe you an explanation for all of this.”

I blinked at his words before slowly shaking my head, “No. You don’t actually owe me anything, and I can’t make you explain.”

My words came out rather blunt, but they were true.

Even though I couldn’t deny that I did want an explanation and that it would make my life a whole lot easier, I also didn’t want Riddle to feel like I was forcing him. Not when I knew perfectly well that could easily turn ugly.

I may not have a good understanding of the young man in front of me yet, but if this all led back to his mother, then that changed things.

Even if I wanted to get this entire insane vampire mess resolved as quickly as possible, being sloppy about it and forcing Riddle’s hand would probably only result in more issues rather than less.

And besides, forcing him to relive anything uncomfortable or unpleasant just felt wrong. Plain and simple. Especially considering this dealt with his family.

Riddle’s eyes widened at my words, and then I watched in surprise as a genuine smile spread across his face as he let out a half chuckle.

“I see….” He trailed off slightly before gesturing for Trey to sit down next to me, and I glanced over as he sat in the chair next to me, wondering exactly where this conversation was about to go.

But then Trey looked just about as uncertain as I felt.

Riddle met my gaze once more, shaking his head slightly with an almost hollow expression before he spoke, “My mother is the one who started making the insane vampires. She started doing so shortly after I left her side. I suppose it was her way of maintaining some sense of control. She herself had probably gone mad long, long ago.”

I stared at him, unsure of what to say or even think as Trey looked over my way, “She’s the woman who turned Riddle into a vampire. Or at least she is as far as we know.”

I looked over at Trey, frowning slightly at his explanation before looking over at Riddle, who shifted slightly in his seat before clarifying. “I don’t remember my life before being turned, not really at least. The first thing I do remember is her.”

I nodded slowly before glancing between the two until my gaze finally came to rest on Riddle, “Why are you telling me this? You know that I-”

“You’ll report it to the head-vampire, like you should. It’s time for this entire mess to be ended.”

Riddle didn’t even flinch as he answered, but I still felt myself frowning. Because I knew, perfectly well, that this meant that the woman he apparently regarded as his mother would no doubt get killed. Most likely by myself.

I leaned forward, “But what about you? Crowley is quite likely to trace this back to you even if I don’t mention you by name in my report.”

Trey frowned and turned to look at Riddle, who only sat there silently, his back perfectly straight, before he nodded, “I know. And I’ll accept my punishment when the time comes.”

His punishment… Even I knew any punishment he received wouldn’t be light if Crowley put two and two together. 

Crowley might be largely useless, but I knew firsthand how cruel he could be without even batting an eyelash.

I felt myself straighten in my seat as I frowned, my mind racing to figure out a way to resolve all this with the least pain and suffering possible.

If I could keep Crowley from victimizing Riddle, then I would. Even if Riddle was somewhat in the wrong. 

Because while I didn’t know the specifics, something told me there was more to the story of Riddle and his Mother.

“Do you know why she started creating insane vampires, or how?” I glanced at Riddle as I spoke, but he simply shook his head.

He was frowning as he held my gaze, “I don’t know why or how. But I do know for sure that she is the root issue. If I had to make a guess, I would say that it started as a misguided attempt to replace what she’d lost. A vampire hunter killed her actual son, who’d been turned at the same time as her, when he started attacking humans. Even I was likely just a replacement for him. Probably the first of many, at this point.”

Silence fell between us as my mind continued to swirl with everything he’d just told me.

The vampire who’d turned Riddle, his ‘mother,’ was the one creating insane vampires, but we didn’t know how or why other than she might be doing so to replace her dead son, which was an entire box to unpack in and of itself.

When it came right down to it though, all we really knew was that it was her and that she’d started doing so after Riddle had ‘left her side,’ which I could only assume meant when he’d moved out.

It wasn’t enough to even try to compile an argument that the Heartslabyul clan wasn’t at fault despite being connected to this woman. Especially since everything I was working with right now was hearsay. 

I had no proof that what Riddle was telling was true, and while I didn’t exactly think he’d lie to me, that didn’t mean I could take his words at face value for a matter as serious as this one.

Especially since there was the question of how he even knew all of this if he’d already left her side by the time she started creating insane vampires.

I slowly lifted my gaze to meet Riddle’s gray-eyed one, and somehow, even before I spoke, I knew he was going to argue with me. But I questioned him anyway, my voice coming out in a way that even made it sound controlled, “Where is she?” 

Riddle frowned at my words and immediately started shaking his head, “You can’t. The moment she sees you, she will attack you without any hesitation since you haven’t been claimed. She’ll-”

“Riddle, I have to go and personally confirm all of this,” My words were blunt, and he froze, his eyes wide before he slowly nodded. His lips pursing together as he realized I wasn’t going to budge on this. And for a brief moment, something akin to respect flickered through his eyes.

In an odd sort of way, I almost felt like he understood my reasons without me really having to explain. But I continued anyway, telling him exactly how I planned to handle all of this even as I was coming up with said plan.

“If it is her, I’ll handle it and then report to Crowley. I should be able to tell him that I tracked down the vampire at the source of all of this and handled them. If we’re lucky, I might not even have to give any names…”

I trailed off, not terribly confident in that last part, and, judging from the frowns on their faces, neither were Trey or Riddle.

But I didn’t have much of a choice. Even without any proof, something told me that telling Crowley everything Riddle had just told me would only result in suspicion falling on him and the Heartslabyul clan.

Besides, if we were all highly lucky, we might not have to deal with questions from the head-vampire. Crowley did like to play things fairly loose and fancy-free after all. And if this did work out, then I could even selfishly count this as a win against him.

Riddle pursed his lips slightly before nodding, obviously less than pleased with my plan but, for some reason, not arguing, “Very well. But if you’re going to go, you’re going to need to get yourself claimed, or at least have a mark that will fake someone having a claim on you. If you don’t, she’ll attack you before you can even see her. And while you may have bested me in a duel, she is far stronger than me.”

I frowned slightly, glancing over at Trey, who nodded his agreement before I looked back at Riddle, inhaling slightly before I voiced a question that I was pretty sure I already knew the answer to, “And what does getting claimed or marked entail, exactly?”

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Hours in the Moonlight: Rose Red Dawn - 11. The Prize

Summary: A prize for winning the duel between you and Riddle… It was something that the two of you had agreed on, so all that was left was for you to claim it. And while you really wanted to ask for one thing, you knew what you actually had to ask for. Though you truly hoped your suspicions were wrong.

Series Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ series/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!

Trigger Warning: Vampire

Word Count: 1405

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

Everything seemed to be a blur after Riddle’s surrender. I’d gotten up off of him in a numb sort of surprise, and he’d gotten up without me even getting to offer him my hand as I got crowded by Ace and Deuce, who were cheering for my victory.

Apparently almost everyone was shocked by the way the fight had gone, with Trey and Cater both apologizing to me for what Riddle had said about Vil, and the rest of the clan regarding me with surprise.

Riddle, for his part, had left quickly after collecting his cape. Leaving me to slip away from the crowd and follow him back into the building as gossip began to fly around at speeds that seemed like they should be impossible.

It took me several tries, but I eventually found my way to the room I’d always met with him in before, his office as I’d begun to think of it, and I knocked lightly on the door.

At first I was only greeted with silence, but then I heard a surprisingly soft, rather tired voice call out from within, “Yes?”

He didn’t sound upset, but that single word had none of his usual commanding tone that had so caught me off-guard when I’d first met him.

“It’s me,” I matched his soft tone as I answered quietly, lowering my head as I waited for another moment while silence reigned once more.

And then he finally answered with a surprising amount of calm that made me feel ridiculous for having been worried about him being angry if it weren’t for my past experiences with his hair-trigger temper, “Come in then.”

I opened the door and slipped quietly, abruptly realizing that this was the first time I’d come here on my own. All of the other times I’d been with someone else. But something told me a lot had changed with the duel that had just occurred.

Riddle met my gaze with an oddly quiet expression, and this time he didn’t even have to twist in his seat to face me. In fact, he’d already been facing the door with his hands laced together in his lap. Almost as if he’d been expecting me.

“I suppose you’re here to claim your prize?” His words had none of the bite they’d held in all of our previous encounters, and I felt myself smile slightly. And I was surprised to find that I felt oddly sympathetic to the young man who gazed at me with a numb sort of acceptance.

He was taking his loss with quite a bit of grace that was somewhat at odds with his incredibly youthful appearance.

Because he really did look quite young. He couldn’t have been very old when he was changed, which was something I’d never really considered up until now. But now that I was looking at him like this and he was behaving less imperiously, he didn't look much older than Epel, and he had just as delicate of a face.

I shrugged lightly as I quietly shut the door before walking across the room to where he sat, “I suppose I have.”

I didn't bother denying my reason for coming, and he nodded slightly, “Well, what is it then? What do you request?”

He crossed his slender arms as he looked up at me expectantly, and I smiled slightly again. Abruptly realizing that in the past my requests had always been for the clan leader to be my friend and ally. And in one sense, that was what I wanted to request of Riddle.

It was true that, in many ways, I didn’t understand him and that he’d said many things for the sole purpose of upsetting me, but it was also true that I didn't want to constantly be at odds with him. Especially not with the way he was behaving right now, which made me wonder if there was more to him than what I’d seen thus far.

After all, he wouldn’t be the first vampire to end up having incredible character depth beyond what first impressions might suggest.

I sighed, though, knowing that I had to get answers for the sake of this evaluation. And, even if it frustrated me, Riddle’s words had goaded me into wanting to finish this evaluation as quickly as possible so that the issue of the insane vampires could be put to rest.

“I want you to answer my next questions honestly,” Riddle’s eyebrows rose at my soft words, and I couldn’t even blame him as his stare turned wary.

“I can’t refuse due to our agreement… But how many questions will this be?” I smiled at his words, not surprised in the slightest that he wanted to place limits on my request. And again, I couldn’t blame him.

“How about however many questions I can get in until someone else comes in?” He frowned slightly but nodded at my words and gestured for me to sit in one of the plush-looking red chairs.

And I was relieved. I knew there was no way Riddle would trust me to not spread what I learned, but at least this way he’d have a little bit of peace of mind.

Because if I was right, then he definitely wasn’t going to want others to know his answers to my questions.

I sat, shifting slightly before I met his expectant gaze, “I was told that the Heartslabyul clan had a member that was connected to the person at the root of the issue involving the insane vampires. Do you know who it might be?”

Riddle let out a wry-sounding laugh, “So that’s what you meant when you were talking about rumors out there.” He paused, smiling in a rather disgusted fashion before he nodded, “I do, yes.”

I nodded, inhaling slightly and bracing myself for my question, the one I actually wanted to know the answer to even though I didn’t want to ask it, “Is it you?”

Riddle paused in his motions, his hand freezing where it had idly reached out to lift his teacup, and I swallowed thickly. This was what had made me nervous. How he’d react.

I couldn’t blame him if he got angry, especially if I was wrong and he was innocent. But even if I was right, and he was the person in question, I wouldn’t blame him if he got defensive.

Especially since I couldn’t see him hiding a secret like that unless he had a very good reason. 

Though I couldn’t fathom what that reason might be.

I watched his lips press tightly together before his fingers finished curling their way into the teacup’s handle in an oddly controlled manner before he took a sip of the deep red liquid that I knew perfectly well was not, in fact, tea.

“I see why Crowley has had you doing all of the evaluations. It appears you are more clever than I’d assumed. I apologize for underestimating you.”

My stomach felt like it had dropped as he met my gaze directly with an unflinching gaze. But he’d already confirmed my words before he ever finished.

“Yes, I’m the person you’ve apparently been looking for, and yes, I am connected to the person at the root of the insane vampire issue.”

I exhaled, somehow surprised that I’d been correct even though I was the one who’d come up with the idea that it was Riddle.

But I truly did wish that I’d been wrong. Because even if he’d said horrible things to me, that had been in the heat of the moment. What he’d just said right this instant, with an air of utter calm, was far more condemning.

And the word left my mouth before I could catch it. More of a gentle exhale than anything else, “Why?”

Riddle’s gaze shifted away from mine so that he was looking out the window. Almost as if he couldn’t face me, as he responded in a fragile-sounding voice that matched his small frame surprisingly well but was at odds with his usually imposing demeanor and that had my eyes widening in surprise, “Because… She’s my mother.”

“Riddle….”

At the sound of his name, we both whirled. With me looking over my shoulder in surprise while Riddle’s head snapped over so he could glare at the doorway before he relaxed at the sight of the man who stared at him with a sorrowful expression.

“Trey.”

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