#adam driver vampire x you

[thedarkcoven]

The Fine Print | Adam Driver Req

Divider by @cafekitsune​ Warnings: Blood/discriptions of blood cause hes a vampire and very little alcohol use (in this he is able to eat and drink what humans can to blend in but he needs blood to survive) and some cussing. I lost the anon ask so I can’t share exactly what it said so I am so sorry if its not EXACTLY what you requested T.T But I am finally getting to it <3 Sorry it took a bit, anon but I didn’t forget you!! <3 We need more Vampire Adam Driver (come on Hollywood! Give us <3 lmao) -Sorry about errors. The banner is made by me. I ONLY take credit for the banner not the pictures used for the banners <3

Like every Summer you spent most of your time trying to find something to do or trying to figure out was you could make a bit of extra cash for whatever you wanted or to pay rent if you struggled with it or got jipped at work. Your answer? A piece of paper that was stapled to a wooden pole that was a few feet from your apartment. “HELP WANTED! Please call...-” Perfect! Just what you so desprately needed. Your eyes quickly scanned the pale slightly crinkled page. A male aged 39 needing an assistant ASAP and is willing to meet with anyone who was willing at any time. You were quick to put the paper down and text his number to ask if he would be willing to meet up with you at the local bar. Luckily he agreed and you felt excitement bubble up inside of your chest. Finally your Summer wasn’t going to be boring. The bar was dim and loud. Music vibrated your body as you waited in your booth toward the back of the bar with a couple of drinks on the worn wooden table, condensation rings collecting on the coasters under the shimmering glass. Your heart was pounding at the thought that he might have forgotten or possible found someone else to be his assistant. The sight of a tall man with shoulder length dark hair, a black jacket and jeans caught your attention. Your eyes scanning up the tall figure until you were met with a dark gaze, a small smile on his face. You could feel your cheeks grow warm as he sat beside you, his large frame practically pushing you against the wall. “Hi. I’m Adam. It’s nice to finally meet you. Y/N, right?” His large hand wrapped around the thick glass mug and brought it to his soft pink lips. His voice was deep and booming. “Uh ye-yes, sir. Its um it’s nice to meet you too. So you’re looking for an assistant?” You asked leaning in so he could hear your soft voice over the music. “Yeah. Something like that and please call me Adam.I have a spare room for you to stay in. I’ll help you by guiding you through everything since sometimes its so much for first time helpers to get used to. Once you get used to it its smooth sailing.” He gave a soft smile. “Come by my place tomorrow with a weeks worth of clothes, toiletries, things like that and then we can discuss it further. Sound like a plan?” You gave a nod and smiled.

Once you got settled into your room, Adam stood at the doorway leaning against the frame, his arms crossed over his broad chest. He could since you were a bit nervous and let out a soft sigh. You were sitting on the bed with your hands clamped between your knees looking as if you were getting scolded by your parents for sneaking out late at night to go to a party.  “You didn’t read all of the paper did you?” He asked raising one of his thick dark brows.  “Noooope.” You drawn out with emphasis on the ‘p’ as you stared up at him, your mouth in a straight line.  “Oh boy. Okay so um... how do I?”  Your eyes widened and you felt as if all the blood was drained from your body as he smiled, sharp fangs glistening and poking out, his dark eyes now a soft honey color. When yous tood he quickly raised his hands up as if to show you he meant no harm.  “You drugged me. You drugged me and now I am tripping balls right now.” You panicked, your eyes glued to the sharp canines.  “Y/N. I uh I need you to remain calm okay?” He slowly approached you and took your hands in his, your hands looking extremely tiny compared to his. He had you sit back down so he could kneel in front of you. Both of you being at the same eye level. “The paper was to help with my need of survival. Yes I am able to eat and drink what normal humans can but I also need human blood to survive. I’m not going to force you to do anything you want, okay? I’m not like that. I want people who are willing and I care about your health both mental and physical. Tell me how you’re feeling now.” “You’re a vampire?!” You managed to squeak out. Adam gave a chuckle and nodded. “Can I... um could I touch your fangs? Sorry that was a weird as question ignore that. So um the whole thing... what um what am I needed for?”  “Well you’re going to be helping me with every day things as well as providing me my source of survival. But first I need you to sign a contract because I am not going to do anything until you’re 100% okay with it. If you want to go home and then thinka bout it or choose to never speak to me again then that is okay with me.” He gave a soft smile. “I just want to make sure you feel comfortable.”  After reading over the contract and making sure to double read the fine print this time you sat staring at the paper before picking up the pen, your hand hovering over the SIGN HERE line. You quickly signed the paper after double checkign one last time to all of the terms. The main one being at any time you are able to step back whenever you wanted. He wanted to make sure you knew that you were the one in control and whatever you wanted to know he would be there to help guide you.  “Okay. I’m ready now.” You stated with a shy nervous smile as he looked down at your signature before taking the paper and sitting it to the side on your bed side table before bringing a hand up to brush your hair back away from your neck, his arms wrapping around you further soothing your anxiety. You were more prepared and gripped his shirt as his fangs pierced your fragile skin at the crook of your neck with a small popping sound, the warmth of the crimson liquid pooling into his mouth as some trailed down your neck and chest.  This wasn’t how you expected your Summer to turn out but it was definately interesting and you got to spend it with a pretty cool vampire who suprisingly cared about your well-being and about how comfortable you were. And to top it off... you will know from now on to read the fine print.

[yourroleplayfinder]

Heyyo!!!

23 F looking for long term fxm RP. Primarily I’m looking for my F Oc to be preggo along the way🌶🕊

I’d rather play Oc x Oc but I’m open if you have fandom recommendations. I’m open to any Adam Driver, Tom Hiddleston, or Henry Cavill characters. Twilight could be a fun universe maybe? I love Crimson peak. Spooky vibes are welcome. We could even include supernatural vibes with vampires or werewolves or something? A cute royalty thing could also be cute! I only prefer I stay an OC but let me hear whatcha got! I have basically no limits. Pleas I’m begging you

I’m craving cute family/ young family/ making a family vibes? I also love heart shattering drama. Maybe they’re newly weds maybe they’re friends with benefits? Please 🙏 I’ll do anything

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[briillicnt]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE !!

Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

TAGGED BY: @fragiilex

TAGGING: whoever would like to do this!

► NAME: tristan jacques ronaldo ► NICKNAME: tist, tris ► TITLE(S): n/a ► AGE: 28 ► SPECIES: human ► SEX: male ► NATIONALITY: american ► INTERESTS: hunting, archery, photography, reading, playing guitar ► PROFESSION: hunter, freelance photographer, bartender ► BODY TYPE: athletic  ► EYES: green ► HAIR: light brow, short, messy — styled longer when he’s older ► POSTURE: straight, relaxed ► HEIGHT: 5'11" ► VOICE: deep, scratchy, quiet ► SIGNATURE OUTFIT: dark jeans, brown / black hiking boots, flannel button up shirts that he layers over a plain short sleeved shirt. he also wears dark long sleeved shirts, denim button down shirts, olive / brown / black / or gray jean jacket / leather jacket or bomber type jackets. examples x, x, x, x ► SIGNIFICANT OTHER: n/ a ► COMPANIONS: a golden retriever named molly ► ANTAGONISTS: vampires or any supernatural creature really.  ► STRENGTHS: he’s great with a bow and arrow, he’s handy with woodworking, he’s charming and can talk his way out of some situations ► WEAKNESSES: his stubbornness and his lack of trusting.  ► FRUITS: blueberries  ► DRINKS: black coffee, lemonade  ► ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: beer — his favorite is samuel adams boston lager, he isn’t the biggest fan of cocktails but, if he had to drink one he’d pick a whiskey sour.  ► SMOKES: yes, a bad habit and he tends to do it in private.  ► DRUGS: he does smoke cannabis occasionally but, he again doesn’t make it known.  ► DRIVER'S LICENSE: yes.

[babbushka]

Into The Shadows I Follow

Kylo Ren x F!Reader (Set in the Solo Triplet Vampire AU)

A/N: Once again I am so grateful to be participating in the Writer Wednesday challenge as presented and curated by @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape! When I saw this week's photo, I knew I had to bring Vampire!Kylo out of retirement. I hope you all enjoy!

4k; explicit descriptions of blood (blood drinking because, vampires) & NSFW (PIV, desk sex, blood-drinking induced orgasms, body worship)

Available on AO3

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The bells toll seven, as they do at the beginning of every morning. Though Matthias’ synagogue is on the south side of the property, those bells can be heard across the land, and they are the signal for life to wake from its deep slumber once more. They wake you as well, their persistent ringing a gentle yet firm call to rise from the dreams which have kept you company all night long.

Sunlight pours in slim beams of light from the thick drapes which are closed shut, and you know that despite the sound of the bells, your boys will not open their eyes until the drapes are opened and morning light can flood the room.

Stretching, you blink your sensitive eyes open and let out a happy sigh. But when you move to sit up, and as the luxurious silk sheets slip away from your naked body, a pair of strong arms wraps around your middle, pulling you back down.

You are in the big bed, of course. A castle such as theirs has so many grand rooms, and such rooms were not put to use. Each of the brothers have their own wing of the elaborate floor plan, with their own bedrooms and offices, as do you. But every now and again, the three of you find yourselves seeking comfort, and so at the end of a long day and an even longer evening, you retire to the largest bed in the largest room. It is here, in this bed that could surely fit ten people with ease, do you feel the enveloping cocoon of arms around your body.

Smiling, you let yourself be moved by Benji; out of the three of the brothers, he is the least likely to want to start his day. Ben will sometimes sleep for a week straight if he can get away with it, although you tend to not let him, for it often results in a week of pure chaos from all his reserved energy. Mattie on the other hand, likes to keep his schedule, so while Ben remains an iron grip on you nestling you against his chest, Mattie slips out of bed and throws the drapes wide open himself, unlocking the windows and letting the sweet smell of late summer air into the room.

“Ugh.” Is all that Ben has to offer by way of a morning greeting, tucking you underneath his chin, his undead skin smooth like marble against your cheek.

Ben’s hands wander across your naked body, cupping at your breasts and rubbing his thumbs over your nipples, making them stiff underneath his touch. He nudges a knee between your legs, and you can’t help but let out a sleepy eager chuckle at the way he is so keen to fuck you. If he should be awake, he thinks, he might as well enjoy a good morning.

Matthias tsks his tongue against the roof of his mouth though, walking around the enormous bed to sit on the edge of the mattress where you and Ben have rolled away.

“Good morning sweetheart,” Mattie pries you away from his brother, kissing you on the cheek sweetly, that gentle way that he has always treated you, whispering against your sleep mussed hair, “Kylo’s looking for you.”

At that, Ben lets you go with another irritated groan, knowing that if the eldest Organa is in want of you, no one is allowed to interfere.

Oh how things have changed, you think with a smile, as you kiss Ben before leaving the bed. You’re no longer a maid, no, you haven’t been for quite some time, not since that fateful evening a year ago where they professed their love for you and turned you into an immortal just as they are. You’re a Lady now, with a proper title, proper riches, and more affection than you knew what to do with between Kylo and his brothers.

It was undeniable though, that between the three of them, Kylo had the greatest claim on you -- was certainly the most possessive of you, at least -- and so, with the birds of the estate chirping, you know it would not do to keep him waiting, if only you knew where he had snuck off too.

“The study.” Matt replies to your thoughts with ease, and though you are now used to their mind reading -- an ability you were sad to discover you yourself did not develop when you were turned -- it still tingles up the back of your spine.

“That doesn’t help.” You tease playfully, knowing there are a dozen studies in this castle.

Mattie smiles back, kisses you once more, the barest hint of lips upon lips, before draping a robe over your bare body, not saying a word all the while. Then, he is gone, and you know he will likely not leave his scrolls’ side for many hours. Turning to Ben, you find that he has fallen back asleep, so with a fond shake of your head, you leave the room and set about finding Kylo.

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On the third try, when you knock on the door, there is a shuffling of movement inside that stills, and you know that you’ve found the right study, when a deep voice calls out, “Darling, is that you?”

“Yes, I’m coming in.” Elated, you turn the doorknob and push it open. Before they had changed you, such a task required immense effort, as the doors in the castle were nearly three times your height, and solid wood or stone. But now, with the otherworldly strength afforded to you by immortality, the door opens with ease.

“Hello beautiful girl, good morning.” Kylo is at your side in an instant, still wearing his traveling clothes. He must have only returned then, you think, and Kylo nods, reading your thoughts.

Leaning down, he presses a deep thoughtful kiss to your lips, his hands smoothing up your arms, across your shoulders, trailing up the length of your throat, before landing to cup your cheeks, pulling your face ever closer to his. He smells like smoke, and your eyes slip shut as you indulge in this ritual of breathing each other in, tongues slipping together, hot breath on one another’s teeth.

“Good morning,” You murmur, eyes still shut as he clutches your body to his, feeling through the thin veil of your robe. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and in between deep breaths, you cannot help but ask, “Where did you sneak off to in the middle of the night?”

“I had an errand to run. It was of little importance, but better done sooner than later. I’ve brought you something to make up for it.” He smiles, the sharpness of his teeth grazing against your lower lip -- before he is gone altogether.

He does this often, they all do. On the rare occasions when they leave the castle, they always bring you back something, a token of affection. While Kylo retrieves his gift, you sit yourself down on one of the green velvet armchairs that furnish the room.

This study was one that you and Kylo have spent the least amount of time in, simply because he preferred a study with the fireplace, and this particular room didn’t have one. Still, it was a lovely place very fitting for Kylo, what with its dark wood walls and black iron accents. A double-tall room, there were balconies on each side that housed bookshelves stocked with records as far back as the family had been living there.

On the lower level were plush seating arrangements; two velvet green armchairs and a matching loveseat, as well as two wing-backed armchairs all situated around various rugs and coffee tables. A candle-lit chandelier sparkled like the stars in the center of the room, the only other light coming from two lantern lamps on the ornately carved wooden desk.

Another reason why Kylo didn’t care much for this study was the window -- though it was grand, it always seemed to be blocked by foliage, creating a dark and mysterious aura at all hours of the day.

He returns then, with a small velvet box that he holds with care in his large palm. Eagerly, you nod once, and Kylo slowly opens the lip, revealing a pair of beautiful earrings. They are elaborate, from the clasp which sits through your ear, a flower with rough cut diamonds in each petal dangles. The flower head is attached to a short stem that has six leaves, each leaf also embedded by a diamond. And then as if that were not ornate enough, dangling from the base of the stem is a conical gold and diamond encrusted bead, followed by two freshwater pearls with yet another gold bead sandwiched between them.

It is without a doubt, one of the most intricate pieces of gold jewelry that you have seen, and certainly one of the most elaborate pieces that Kylo has ever given you. Fleetingly, you wonder where he had gone to obtain such jewelry, but Kylo usually never says, and that’s alright with you.

“Won’t you put them on?” He asks softly, and you smile, accepting the earrings carefully.

They are heavy, but not in a way that would become uncomfortable, and when you clasp them through your ears and the light of the chandelier catches the diamonds, sending small sparkles onto your cheek, it’s all Kylo can do to kiss you again and again and again.

“Perfect, you’re absolutely perfect, my marvelous girl.” His teeth are sharp, and his mouth waters as he pulls you as close to him as possible, backing you up against the desk until he’s lifting you just enough to sit you down on the surface.

“You look hungry.” You whisper, your lips ghosting over his, noses rubbing together.

“Starving.” He replies, eyes darkening with something other than bloodlust, lust of another kind entirely, even as he tips your chin up up up with the tip of his finger, exposing your rabbiting pulse. “How lucky are we, that for whatever reason, you did not turn all the way.”

Humming in agreement, you untie the sash of your robe, letting the fabric pool around your hips where it hits the desk. He watches you carefully, his hands clenching and flexing into fists, open close open close, trying his best to be patient as you reveal yourself to him. He saw you last night before leaving of course, but there is something so delicious about sex during the day, in the light of morning, where you can truly see one another.

“We still have no answers for that, do we?” You reach your hands out to him, and at once he steps forward and fills the gap between your bodies, already beginning the tearing apart of his own clothing.

“No, not yet. But it has only been a few months, there is time to find them.” He grunts as your fingers make quick work of his cravat, his own hands popping open the buttons of his vest, and soon after, the shirt that sits underneath it, “Although, I do not think anything will be as lovely as the sound of your heart beating. It would be a shame to silence it.”

“I am in no rush to change,” Your breath quickens as you push the open jacket and vest off of his arms, before lying backwards on the desk, your bare legs spreading for him, “I like this, I like being needed this way.”

His hands pause on the buttons of his breeches for just a moment, drawn instinctively to the glistening between your legs, your pussy just as desperate for him as he is for you. Moving only so much as to shove the breeches down enough to pull his hard cock free, Kylo immediately settles himself between your spread legs, kissing each of your knees as he rubs the head of his cock through your folds.

“We like needing you.” He groans, the velvety heat of your cunt welcoming and so wet, tantalizing in the way it clenches around nothing, wanting to be filled. “Never before has there been blood so sweet, and never again are we to find it anywhere other than you, of that I’m sure.”

He has yet to push himself all the way inside of you yet, a remarkable amount of restraint for a man who hasn’t fucked you in over ten hours. You are not so patient, not so restrained, and so as he hovers himself over your naked body, your hands clutch at his shoulders to pull him down fully on top of you.

“Take your fill, but save some for the others,” Your head lies flush against the desk, throat exposed and lengthed to the best of your ability, breathing out in a thick gasp, “They’ll likely be hungry too.”

“Have you come yet?” Kylo asks, and at this you groan in your frustration at being so close to getting fucked and yet still not being thrust into.

“Kylo, please! I’ve only just awoken.” You complain, and that seems to be the magic words, because as soon as they leave your lips, he has grabbed your hips and pulled them towards his own, your bodies colliding together perfectly as his hard thick cock throbs inside you.

“Good, I like being the first one.” His baritone is deep, it rumbles through your chest as he wastes little time building a rhythm that is steady yet brutal at the same time.

Your feet can’t find any purchase on the edge of the desk like this, so he grabs your ankles with one hand and throws your legs up, resting them against one of his broad muscular shoulders. He kisses an ankle delicately, before ramming his dick so far into you and with such force that it scrapes the desk against the rug.

“Oh yes!” You breathe, a great big grin forming on your face as your eyes shut and you revel in the building pleasure that he gives you. “Yes Kylo, fuck me harder, give me everything!”

His breath comes in heavy pants then, as he listens and gives you exactly what you want, his thrusts speeding up, pulling out just enough to knock the wind out of you when he pushes back in.

If you were mortal, his grip on your hips would have surely broken your bones, but you are not so fragile as you once were, and he doesn’t hold back. He buries himself to the hilt every time, the stretch so delicious and intoxicating that you can’t help but moan loudly, gasping and sighing in sharp surprise each time he grazes against your gspot. Though they all take turns making love with you, it is Kylo who is the most passionate with you, the one who craves you the most.

“Beautiful,” He is hypnotized by the way your body is stretched out on the desk for him, your flesh rippling and bouncing from the force of his thrusting, the sounds of your wet cunt squelching and dripping onto the table, your nipples painfully stiff as your arms are thrown up over your head, “So gorgeous, all ours, ours forever, just like this.”

A prophecy a hundred years ago gave them the hope that you would join them, and every evening since then Kylo has imagined what it would be like to have you, to keep you, should you want this eternal life. He loves you, oh how he loves you! How he has loved the idea of you for so long, desperate to sleep decades away so that he would have you in his dreams, so that he would not have to wake and spend the days without you. A lonely existence it once was, but no longer, he thanks the stars above that it is no longer.

“Yes! Yes, oh Kylo touch me, please I -- I need it.” You moan, arching your back clean off the desk when he fucks your gspot once again, the feeling like lightning as it sparkles across the nerves in your body.

At once, he bends himself over your body and begins a barrage of kisses and bites all across your chest, one of his hands abandoning your hip to press his calloused thumb against your swollen clit. His teeth are so sharp, but he is careful not to draw any blood -- not yet, at least.

No, instead as he continues to thrust wet hot fast hard into your pussy, he sucks and leaves dark marks across your breasts, the stimulation of your nipples only making your cunt drip more more more, your thighs twitching, wanting to wrap around his waist and keep him there forever.

“Louder,” Kylo orders, his eyes black and glittering with a dangerous possessive sort of lust, his fangs protruding out further, “Let the castle know, let the villagers know, let the world know who fucks you so well.”

“Kylo!” You’re shouting now, and somewhere in the back of your mind you hear the door being compelled open by Kylo’s telekenetic abilities so that the castel staff can indeed hear you, and something about that makes your voice carry even louder when you gasp and plea, “Oh fuck, right there Kylo! Your dick’s so big, I -- I’m so close to coming, make me come Kylo, please!”

And he does, oh, how he does, with his tongue his fingers his teeth his cock, he fucks you and pinches at you and rubs at you and sucks sucks sucks at you, so much so that you don’t even realize it at first when his fangs have pierced your throat. But he has latched himself onto you, and your body shudders and jolts and shakes as the fireworks explode behind your eyelids, body going limp from the pleasure.

Somehow, he has enough presence of mind to pull you off the desk and stumble backwards into the velvet armchair that is only a foot or two behind him, tugging you back onto his cock as he sits you on his lap, his fangs never once leaving your throat as your blood floods his mouth.

“Be gentle.” You whisper, as his hands crush your body to his, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other cradling your head and supporting it in his palm as he groans and moans as he drinks you down.

Had you been told years ago that having a vampire drink your blood would feel so good, you would have thrown yourself at the castle gates, begging to be dinner for whomever had lived inside. It is so good in fact, such a thick and heady feeling, that you grow dizzy from it, your body like lightning once again, a second orgasm before you’ve even finished riding the high of your first one.

Kylo can feel it, can feel the pleasure that pulses out of your body, the hot gush of slick that coats his breeches, still half-dressed in all his desperation, and he grinds his hips upwards, a slower, deeper pace set to fuck you through it as he sates all of his hungers.

“Darling I’m -- ” His voice is muffled against your throat, but you don’t need him to speak the words for you to know what he’s going to say, what he’s going to ask.

“Yes, please, come inside me.” You sigh, moving almost in slow motion as you card your hands through his hair, combing the silken dark locks away from his face as he continues to moan and pant against your neck, his hips grinding up up up, fucking you on his lap, until he finally stills and shudders out a deep rumbling orgasm of his own.

The two of you stay like that for some time; your body wrapped around his on the velvet armchair as he clings to you, his eyes shut as he moans out gratitude against your pulse. He’s good about the way he drinks, he never takes too much. You are dizzy and weak afterwards, but never so much that you are in any real danger. Immortality helped greatly with that, even if it wasn’t a complete transformation into the undead as Kylo and his brothers were.

“Thank you, oh fuck, thank you.” His fangs retract back into his gums, and with a bloodied tongue, he licks closed the puncture holes that he has pierced, a kindness to not mar your skin that all three brothers give to you. He noses at one of the golden dangling earrings that have warmed against your skin from all the hot breathing, “I’ll never get tired of that feeling.”

“I should hope not.” You smile softly, a playful jest that has him smiling back -- a rare sight from Kylo.

With trembling hands, you cup Kylo’s cheeks and guide his face to yours, kissing your own blood off of his lips. It doesn’t taste nearly as sweet as your boys think it does, but that’s alright, you’re not the one drinking it after all.

“Can you walk?” Kylo asks after a while, and you let out a silent puff of a laugh, the obvious answer being no.

“In a moment.” You roll your eyes, just wanting to sit there with him for a little while, still so dizzy and sex-drunk that you need to catch your breath and let the room stop spinning for a few minutes. He recognizes this and simply returns to kissing you sweetly, gentle chaste presses of his lips on yours.

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Like that you both stay, until the bells toll twelve, and the sun is so high in the sky that even through the foliage outside the study window, light streams through in ethereal ribbons between the branches. A streak of light lands on your bodies, and even after all this time of worrying that you’d burst into flame, all that happens is the ever so slight tingling of your skin, no different than that of the way Kylo makes you feel.

Realizing just how late it’s gotten, Kylo groans and carefully pats your thigh, a signal to get off of his lap and stand on your own two feet. He follows suit, and the two of you look at each other, admiring one another’s bodies. He tucks his cock back into his breeches and buttons himself back up, not bothering with the vest or jacket. You reach for your robe, and attempt to fix the disaster that your hair has become, to little success.

“Why don’t we go to lunch and show my brothers your pretty new gift?” Kylo suggests, knowing that the noon bell would draw Mattie and Ben away from their respective activities long enough for a bite or two to eat.

“They’ll be angry with you for not sharing.” You point out, but Kylo only gives you one of his dangerous smiles.

“I know.” He winks, and you roll your eyes, wondering how on earth these boys have gone five hundred years without killing one another, the way they rile each other up so.

Opening the door wider for you, Kylo allows you to step out of the study and into the corridor first like the gentleman that he is, and when you reach out his hand and he whisks you away to the formal dining room, you can’t help but feel so lucky that this is the life that they have given you, and lucky that you still have something you can give to them in return.

As Ben and Mattie both immediately begin to protest that Kylo did in fact keep you all to himself for the entire morning, you satisfy your own hunger with blood drunk from your diamond goblet, smiling to yourself over their bickering antics.

And though there are answers to questions you have asked that remain secret to you, though you may not have the extent of the abilities that they do, you know that no matter where they go, into the shadows so too will you follow.

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Tagging some Kylo lovin' friends!

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[oreosmilkshakes]

Hello its your friendly neighbourhood supernatural enthusiast. I love your vamp/were!Reader fic. I've never seen the tables turn before like this for x readers! It was refreshing and so damn good.

My questions are these. Are you willing to do either werewolf!Sebastian or Vampire!Sebastian and the reader is another supernatural and they just end up bickering but secretly like each other? I've read the Mercy Thompson series and the idea of reading something with Seb having the same kind of changed rivalry Adam has with Mercy is 🥵 but also could it be gender neutral? Thanks! ❤

Title: The Fire Within Summary: The story of how a werewolf soothed a fiery demon over the years Pairing: Werewolf!Sebastian Vettel x Demon!reader Word Count: 2.6k Warnings: None A/N: You requested it, you got it! Seb as a werewolf pretty much explains his scruffiness. This story doesn’t follow canon races past and present (only some bits). It’s very rare that I write GN! Reader but here it is! I hope you like it! Taglist: @adlerslut

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No one knows how the rivalry between Sebastian and Y/N started. The earliest memory Y/N had of this rivalry was back in 2010, where both Sebastian and Y/N drove for Toro Rosso. While Sebastian chased for a championship title, so did Y/N. Imagine their extreme unhappiness when Sebastian got what he wanted while they had to suffer the same fate in 2011. After the events of 2011, Y/N left Toro Rosso for Ferrari where they drove for Ferrari with Fernando Alonso.

A whole season of fighting side by side with Sebastian and the man was crowned a two-time champion. His reign ended in 2013 when Lewis Hamilton took the crown from him.

Y/N could not remember how many crashes they have had with Sebastian in 2014.

“Oh! That’s a big crash for Sebastian Vettel and Y/N Y/L/N!”

Y/N pushed themself out of the car, shoving their helmet off their head. They threw it down, storming over to Sebastian who was doing the same.

“How the fuck did you not see me coming from behind?” Y/N shoved Sebastian on the shoulder, the werewolf’s eyes were burning red from anger. He bared his fangs at them. “You were forcing me off the track! What else was I supposed to do?”

Y/N snarled, forcing themself to not act upon their anger as the marshalls ran over to the two. Sensing the tension, the marshalls held both parties aside, keeping a good distance between the two. The medical cars arrived shortly after, bringing both drivers back to the paddocks. When the medics offered to check up on Y/N, they simply growled at them and stormed back into the garage.

That was one such incident. Of course, there were many others but there were too many to count.

So, try to picture Y/N’s reaction when they realised that Ferrari had signed Sebastian for the 2015 season. What was worse was that Maurizio had informed them at the last minute.

“Y/N, this is the reason why I did not want to tell you earlier,” The werewolf rubbed his forehead in exasperation as Y/N threw a fiery tantrum, literally. The demon was all ‘horns and wings out’ sort of anger. It took her PA and trainer to calm the demon down. Maurizio sighed heavily, shaking his head. He knew what he was going to have to face. He prayed that this situation would not worsen.

Boy, was he wrong.

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2015

Belgium. Lap 25. Sebastian was leading the race with Y/N right behind him, fighting for pole position. They had kept a good and consistent 8-seconds gap between themself and the third driver behind. Closing up on the Kemmel straight, Y/N was picking up pace and closing the gap between themself. Just as they were about to overtake Sebastian, a loud pop vibrated the track. Rubber flew in Y/N’s way, blocking their view and crashed into the back of Sebastian’s car. Debris covered the track as both cars crashed into the barrier. Y/N knocked their head on the steering wheel, lightheaded from the impact. Y/N struggled to absorb what had just happened, a hand pressed to their helmet. Slowly, they came to be. Unlocking the steering wheel from the dock, Y/N climbed out of the car, stumbling away from it to take a look at the mess. But, a sudden sharp pain struck their back. A cry of pain and they hunched over, almost losing their balance. Just before they did, a pair of hands caught them before they could. Y/N knew who it was but they were too sore to even push him away. The marshals came running and a medical car arrived on the double. The medics plucked Y/N off Sebastian, the look in their eyes was burning orange with pure anger. They tried to move their tail, crying in pain. The faeries medics took Y/N away.

On the very same day, Y/N was admitted to a hospital. Sebastian ran down the halls, trying to catch wind of Y/N’s scent but it was faint. He ended up seeking help from a nurse, who brought him to their ward. Maurizio stood behind the door with Y/N’s PA by their side.

Before Sebastian could knock, the older werewolf swung the door open. He stepped out, closing it behind him. “Sebastian,” “Maurizio, are they alright?” The older werewolf sighed. “They’re alright. Are you alright?” “Just a sore neck but nothing worse,”

Meanwhile, Y/N caught Sebastian’s scent in the wind. Sitting up slightly, they peered through the little window but Maurizio was blocking it.

“What’s wrong?” Alma, Y/N’s PA, questioned.

“I smell Sebastian,”

They felt the burning heat in their heart grow again but there was something cooling it down. It was the fact that Sebastian had taken the initiative to visit them despite their rivalry. Y/N swallowed, the orange in their eyes died down. Their brain would not stop repeating the same lines over and over again. ‘Sebastian had come visit me, Sebastian had come visit me,’

Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck, popping it. Maurizio placed a hand on his shoulder.

“What did they suffer?” “A little strain on their tail but nothing too major,” Sebastian let out a quiet sigh of relief. Nothing too bad.

“Look, Maurizio, what happened today was-,” “Was neither of your fault. Things happen, you know? Pirelli is looking into it as we speak,” Sebastian nodded.

“Thank you, Maurizio,” The older werewolf nodded, Sebastian left shortly after.

Maurizio stepped back into the room. “That was Sebastian, wasn’t it?” Y/N asked quietly. Maurizio nodded and they sighed. They leaned back, not knowing what to say next. However, they felt really grateful to Sebastian.

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2018

Monaco. Opening Lap. Y/N was starting 7th place and Sebastian was starting on the 2nd. Their hands gripped the steering wheel, feeling the tension as their eyes stared at the starting lights. As soon as the red lights were off, their foot was on the throttle and off they went. They followed behind Fernando, slowing down as turn 1 came about. The adrenaline was rushing and as Y/N entered turn 2, the situation took a drastic turn. It was worse especially when one is driving at over 265 km/h. It all happened too fast. Hulkenberg was right on Y/N’s rear. He made an attempt to pass. However, it turned badly. The front right wheel of Hulkenberg’s car struck Y/N’s rear left, sending the Ferrari into an unstable drive and straight through a barrier with a loud bang. Within that same second, a huge fire broke out. Surrounding watchers ran for their lives as the fire grew around the Red Horse.

Meanwhile, Sebastian’s engineer came on the radio.

“Red flag. Slow down,” Sebastian looked through the mirror to see thick, black smoke in the air.

“What’s happened?” “Y/N crashed,”

Sebastian tensed.

“Fuck! What happened?” “Standby. The instruction now is for all cars to pit. All cars to pit,”

Sebastian growled in frustration, following behind Checo. His grip tightened on the wheel, heart racing as he prayed hard that Y/N was alright.

Y/N felt the familiar warmth of home surrounding them. They slowly opened their eyes, the heat was intense but to Y/N, it was warm. They had both hands on the car, trying to push themself up but a piece of metal was pinning their foot.

“Fuck..Fuck!” They hissed. Unable to reach for the metal, they had to move their feet. The pain was biting and they were unable to move their tail. Once again, they pushed themself up, trying their best to wriggle their broken ankle out. They roared out in pain, the crackle and blaze of the fire drowned out the situation happening outside of the fire.

Sebastian watched the screen, Alma and Maurizio were by him. The emergency teams were trying their best to fight the roaring fire and Sebastian had his claws digging into his own palm.

“Come on..Come on..,” He muttered. As a demon, Sebastian knew that fire doesn’t affect Y/N. But it was the impact that he feared. The G force from the impact could kill a regular person, especially at that speed. Sebastian watched as the helicopter viewed the entire scene. The car was practically nothing now, just bits of big chunks of the rear and little scraps of metal.

Y/N breathed in hard, nails dug into whatever was left of the car and pushed themself up.  A loud roar escaped their lips, successfully getting their ankle out. They slowly moved to the broken barrier.

Everyone in the paddock was tense, distraught and vulnerable even. Y/N emerged from the fire.

“They’re alive!” One yelled, grabbing onto Y/N and carefully pulling them out of the fire. Y/N gripped on tightly to the man, the medical car was already waiting.

“Wait..Wait..,” They slipped from the grip of the man but another was quick to catch them. Exhaustion overcame Y/N. One assisted to push the helmet and balaclava off their face.

“Ambulance.. Ambulance. I’m okay,” Y/N wheezed out, concerned about their broken ankle and tail. They were also sure that they broke about two fingers on the right hand.

Paramedics carefully laid Y/N down on the stretcher, careful of their limp tail. It was these moments that Y/N thanked her father that they were impervious to fire.

As Y/N laid on the stretcher, they felt tears steaming their cheeks. They never thought they would see Sebastian or their best mates again.

Sebastian hugged a sobbing Alma tightly as the Ferrari crew hugged one another when they saw Y/N emerged from the fire. All drivers had gathered in Ferrari’s paddock, hugging one another. The drivers were all pack despite some being different species. They were family, they were pack. Max, a shapeshifter, clung onto Daniel, a fellow werewolf, so very relieved that his best mate was alive.

“It was a miracle,” Charles, a daimon, sighed softly, clinging onto Esteban, a vampire.

Y/N did not know how long they were out for but the clean smell of a hospital struck their nose. Slowly, they came to be, squinting slightly from the bright light. A heavy scent lingered in the air. Someone familiar. Sebastian.

Y/N carefully sat up, wincing slightly as they turned to see their casted tail and foot.

“You’re awake,” Sebastian sat up, rubbing his eyes slightly.

Y/N hummed in response, moving a hand to try and sit themself up.

“Let me help,” Sebastian offered, grabbing another pillow and wedged it between Y/N’s back and the second pillow. “Thanks,” They muttered.

The silence between them was comfortable but tense.

“Who won?” Sebastian chuckled in disbelief.

“You are injured and you are more worried about the race?” Y/N rolled their eyes. “Well, of course,” “Daniel Ricciardo won. I was second and Lewis was third,” Y/N nodded.

“Congratulations to Danny and Lewis,” Y/N refused to look at Sebastian.

“No congratulations for me?” “Fuck no,” Y/N hissed, glaring at Sebastian. This ignited anger within the German’s chest.

“After all that you’ve been through, why are you still being difficult?” “Because my problem is seeing you here! My rival,”

Sebastian growled.

“That’s not my fucking problem. I could have left you alone here but I didn’t. So take that into consideration,”

“Fine!” Y/N hissed, accidentally moving their tail. Crying out in pain, Y/N laid back down in pain, Sebastian jutted forward to help Y/N. Tears pooled their eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it,” Sebastian sighed softly.

“It’s fine. Years of anger and rivalry does this to someone,” Y/N allowed their shoulders to slump, cheeks red. Years of fighting, something deep within their heart always knew that they had fallen for the German werewolf. And Sebastian reciprocated that feeling.

“Look-,”

“I-,”

Both interrupted one another.

“You first,” Sebastian smiled.

Clearing their throat, they glanced up at the werewolf’s eyes.

“I just wanted to say that.. I..uh..I’m sorry for everything. And I mean everything. All those times I tried to jeopardise your races. I used to have this immense hate for you because you were just so damn good at everything and I envied that a lot,” Y/N swallowed.

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t actually..desire..you,” They trailed off.

Sebastian stared dumbly at Y/N. The demon tensed, swaying slightly to see if Sebastian would follow.

“Seb?” Sebastian tensed. That was the first time he has heard his shortened name coming out of the demon’s mouth.

His stoic expression broke into a smile. Moving his chair closer, Sebastian gently took one of Y/N’s clawed hands in his.

“I would also be lying if I said I did not feel the same,” Y/N’s cheeks redden.

“When did you know?” “Well, let me ask you that question first,” Y/N thought back to the memories they had of Sebastian. There were some good among the bad.

“Red Bull. Definitely your Red Bull era. But what nailed my feelings was Belgium 2015. When we crashed into one another? I..knew you came to see me and I was, well, I was very surprised. I thought you hated me but I was starting to think you didn’t at all. It was just our rivalry and our tension that made us this way. I really want to start over with you, Sebastian,” The demon’s eyes glowed a light orange, one filled with adoration rather than the usual deep orange ones that were filled with anger.

Sebastian’s eyes glowed a light red, lacing their fingers together.

“Yeah, I think I want that too, klein dämon,” Sebastian moved closer to Y/N, resting his forehead against the demon’s and stayed that way for a good few minutes.

This was definitely the turning table for both drivers as they both went on to dominate the rest of the season together after the demon was off hospitalisation (Kimi took over during the time that Y/N was in the hospital). Y/N did their best, helping Sebastian with getting his wins. Of course this surprised everyone in the pack, especially the grid and the press. This new side of both Ferrari drivers was something no other drivers dared to mess with.

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2021

New season, new set of drivers. Sebastian was now racing under a rebranded Racing Point now Aston Martin. Y/N drove for McLaren with Daniel Ricciardo. Despite being away from Sebastian, the two kept a close (but intimate) relationship by sneaking behind their teams’ back and spending time with one another. It was a good secret kept for three years until both decided to come clean with the pack, only to find out that they knew earlier.

(“Oh we knew. We even made a bet with each other on who would be the one to announce your relationship,” Lando said. “Yeah, you guys can keep this relationship thing from your teams and the press but not us. We’re pack after all,” Lewis added and Y/N had never been so embarrassed in their whole life with Sebastian laughing at their reaction.)

Sebastian sat down beside Y/N, admiring the view of Baku from the rooftop of their hotel. Their tail wrapped around Sebastian’s waist, head resting on his shoulder.

“How far we have come,” Sebastian inhaled deeply, turning his head to nose the demon’s neck and rubbing his scent all over them.

Y/N laughed slightly, ticklish from Sebastian’s gesture.

“How far we have come indeed,”

Truly, a happy ending for the couple.

[ghostadventuresstuff]

Zak Bagans (Vampire) x Reader

Y/N

You never did have the best track record when it came to being safe, it was as if danger and near-death followed you everywhere you went but your boyfriend Zak was mysteriously always there to save you. He'd make you drink some homemade medicine which would have you feeling brand new in a day or two. It cut down on hospital bills.

You and Zak were returning back from a date when your car was smashed into by a large truck, running you off the road and with enough force you're ejected from the car. You can hear Zak shouting your name as your vision starts to blur, he sounds fine but that's impossible because the two of you had just been in a car crash.

Sleep overcomes you and closing your eyes seems like a good idea, however before the darkness takes over you feel something wet on your lips. It was probably blood from a head injury but something inside you told you to part your lips slightly and swallow. It was as if you could hear Zak's voice in your head. Then the darkness overcame you.

*2 DAYS LATER*

You slowly start to open your eyes, you remember very little from the accident but you were adamant your injuries should have killed you. You sit up in bed, yours and Zak's bed to be precise and notice there's no sign of injury on your body.

On the bedside table is a glass of Zak's homemade medicine, you drink it without hesitation as you always did. Though this time you taste something metallic, you bring the glass up to your nose and sniff. Blood, that's what you can smell. But why would there be blood in the juice you just drank?

You needed to find Zak and get some answers because you were seriously starting to freak out. Carefully you climb out of bed only then noticing that Zak had put you in one of his shirts which reached your knees. What exactly happened after the crash? Zak should have been injured just like you.

Walking down the staircase you get to the bottom step where a patch of sunlight seeps through the front door window. The second the sun makes contact with your skin your foot starts to hiss and you jump back as you feel the skin on your foot blister. What was wrong with you? sunlight didn't normally burn people like that.

'Zak,' you call out.

You get no reply. Carefully you edge your way around the patch of sunlight on the stairs and edge your way into the living room. The curtains are wide open and sunlight floods the room, you instinctively cover your eyes with your hand which is odd because you're never normally sensitive to light like this. A stray beam hits your hand and you hiss in pain before jumping back into a patch of shadow by the bookcase.

You started to freak out, what was going on with your body? You'd never felt this weak before, back in bed you felt fine because the curtains were closed but now you felt the energy leaving your body. You begin to sob silently and sink to the floor clutching your hands over your knees. Maybe Zak can offer an explanation.

*EVENING*

Zak hadn't returned home all day leaving you trapped in the small shadow in the living room. You were unable to reach your phone, by now you had cried all the tears out of your body and had begun shaking uncontrollably. Then suddenly you hear the front door open and Zak casually drops his keys into the pot, he was whistling.

'y/n are you up?'

You try to stand up but your body is weak and you collapse back to the floor. You manage to knock over a book which causes Zak to run into the living room, his eyes scan the room frantically before they latch onto you. His face drops as he darts beside you in a second.

'What are you doing down here?' he speaks frantically.

You gasp, fighting for breath 'I woke up and you were gone. I came downstairs but the sunlight hurt me, I've been trapped here all day because the sun kept coming through the windows. Why did the sun hurt me?'

Zak glances over at the open curtains and curses under his breath. He examines your hand and foot which still has slight burn marks on them.

'I'll explain everything to you, babe, after you drink this.'

Next thing you know his eyes have turned black and his canines have extended and he's biting into his wrist. Your eyes bulge at the sight of blood trickling from the wound. You believed in the supernatural world, but Zak couldn't possibly be a vampire as he showed no signs. He was obsessed with Dracula but you simply thought it was a quirk.

'I never should have left you, I thought you'd take more time to heal. Come on drink up, it will make you stronger,' he says with urgency in his voice.

He brings his wrist up to your mouth and as much as you find the idea of drinking his blood repulsive, something inside you stirs and suddenly you're craving the crimson liquid.

You pull away after a minute or so and already you feel strength returning to your body. Zak stands up and brushes the dust off his trousers before bending down and scooping you up bridal style. You should have been more scared by the monster holding you in his arms, but he still looked and acted like the man you fell in love with.

'Let's get you back upstairs love,' he speaks softly.

Before you know it you're back in the bedroom and Zak is placing you back in bed, however, he doesn't leave this time. Instead, he climbs onto the bed next to you and rests your head on his chest as he starts to play with your hair.

'If you haven't already guessed it by now y/n I'm a vampire.'

You nod in understanding, 'yeah I kind of conned onto the whole black eyes, extended canines and blood. How old are you? And why did you lie to me? Oh yeah, and what the hell happened last night?'

Zak chuckles, 'I'm 150 give or take a few years, after a while vampires stop counting birthdays. Now the reason I lied to you is that I didn't want to lose you. That night when we met in the club I was at one of my lowest points where I craved blood and would kill anything with a pulse. I saw you sitting at the bar and as much as I wanted to drink your blood, I couldn't bring myself to physically harm you. When that creep was hitting on you I was jealous and protective, I did kill him by the way. But once I got to know you I knew I'd found the reason to switch my humanity back on.'

He sounded genuine, and it made you feel warm inside that he was jealous of another guy hitting on you.

'I'd just lost my job that day and was looking for a little adventure. Then you came along and I got to have my adventure, give or take a few times you talked me out of things for fear of my own safety,' you joke.

Zak sighs, 'It takes a lot to kill a vampire y/n, whereas humans are easy to break.'

It was your turn to chuckle, it felt like you were having a normal conversation with your boyfriend who just happened to be a 150-year-old vampire, 'we were in a pretty bad crash last night. What happened? Because my mind is drawing blanks after I passed out.'

'We were hit by an oil tanker, the driver was over the limit and unfortunately didn't die but chose to do a runner. You were thrown from the car and I fed you my blood to heal you, however, if a human dies with vampire blood in his system then they start the transition into becoming a vampire.'

That explained the weakness to sunlight and the weak body, Zak had turned you into a vampire because he didn't want to watch you die. However, you were curious about the transition and what happened to the driver.

'What happens during the transition?' You ask, genuinely interested and a little scared.

'You have to drink blood from a human. That glass I left you earlier which you drank contained the blood of the driver. He had no regard for your life and chose to run instead of calling an ambulance so I took his life to save yours.'

Okay so that explained what happened to the driver, his blood was in your system and that was turning you into a vampire. But you had so many more questions. Zak seemed relatively calm and willing to answer, after all, he had made you immortal without your consent.

'How can you walk in sunlight whereas it burned me?' you question.

Zak shifts himself from under you and pulls something out of his jacket pocket. It's a small black box, 'vampires can only walk in sunlight if they have a ring made by a witch, luckily I know a friendly witch who made mine. Here give me your hand y/n.'

You lazily lift your hand up while Zak pops open the little black box, inside is the prettiest ring you've ever seen. You can tell it was handcrafted and looks like it's been through the ages.

'Zak the ring is gorgeous,' you gasp.

Zak smirks and slips the ring out of the box, 'this was crafted by my father 170 years ago, he gave it to my mother and then my mum handed it to me and told me to only put it on the finger of the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my days with. I had the witch spell it so you'll be able to walk in sunlight, will you do the honours of marrying me y/n?'

Your mouth drops open, those were the last words you expected to come out of his mouth. Was this why he was out all day? You should have been flattered that he'd waited 150 years to find the right person, and you couldn't believe that person was you.

Ever since you were a little girl you'd always planned how you were going to get married. Maybe to a vampire wasn't the initial plan but things change, you were both vampires and that meant he'd be stuck with you for a very long time.

'Yes, Zak I will marry you.'

You've never seen a bigger smile on Zak's face than right now, he slides the ring onto your finger before pulling you in for a kiss. You smirk against his lips and pull away slightly.

'You do know you're now stuck with me, Zak.'

He chuckles, 'I think I can handle you y/n.'

[apollostears]

ICY HOT [ l. wong ]

↬︎ group: wayv

↬︎ pairing: vampire!lucas x black!huntress!oc

↬︎ warning(s): blood, violence, angst, swearing

↬︎ wc: 1255

↬︎ apart of the ‘cold blooded’ series

PLOT. continuation of ‘cold & colder’ where selene and lucas are about to have their arranged wedding, eight months after the events at the gala. sinister forces are at work to stop this wedding from happening, even if it means death.

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“selene, i’m telling you what i already know; these flowers will not go with this dress!” selene’s mother had been adamant on her distaste for the flowers her daughter had chosen for her bouquet.

according to her mother it was tacky to want to have black roses as a bouquet.

“great thing you aren’t wearing it, yes? also, this is my wedding, however forced it may be, and i will not allow you to have your way. understood?”

it was rough how she spoke with her mother, but their relationship was strenuous and if it was up to selene, she’d only be her mother by name. queen mei was a lot nicer and more motherly to her than she had ever experienced in her twenty-one years of life. selene wished the undead woman was here instead.

“well, i think it would look lovely paired with you selene! and i’m sure we can make any alterations needed to dress, to make those flowers fit!” her wedding planner, kai, had encouraged.

in the few months selene had been planning this ceremony, kai had to endure a lot of tense conversations and awkward stares. selene would make sure the prestigious wedding planner was paid handsomely.

“thank you, kai. now, what’s next?” she asked, handing the flowers back to the florist before following kai out the shop.

her mother was the last thing on selene’s mind as the two chatted away about the day’s plans. “actually, you and the prince will be meeting at the castle for a private dance session with estelle and eben to go over the first and final dance. after that, you are free for the day.”

selene let out a sigh of relief. planning for a wedding was exhausting. especially one that’s fit for a prince and soon-to-be princess of the vampire race. it was still very weird to her. a huntress marrying a vampire; a prey being with its predator. she was sure that several people throughout the supernatural world were not pleased with this union. and neither was she to be honest, but then she understood why this was happening and figured she push her pride aside for the greater good.

“am i to change then before heading over there?” selene had been dressed in light blue jeans and a cream colored turtleneck with trainers on.

without paying her any mind, kai gave her an answer that had the huntress smiling and rolling her eyes at her. “aye-aye boss lady.”

after selene's comment, the rest of the ride to selene's apartment was silent. reese, her driver, had dropped mrs. cole off first, much to selene's pleasure. their exchange was brief with her mom promising to call later about her table seating for everyone that rsvp'd.

truthfully, selene was surprised by the turnout for the reception. she didn't have many friends, but she did invite the few that still liked her despite her situation. lucas invited whoever he knew and then the rest were just elders that the two would have to grow familiar with during their reign as king and queen.

"hate to put you on a time limit, but you really only have ten minutes before we have to be at the gate to make it on time." kai advised, fingers moving across the ipad.

selene nodded and quickly exited the car with the help of reese, to enter her apartment building. her place of sanctuary for the last four years of her life. she was only twenty-one, about to turn twenty-two, and her she was about to get married to an immortal being. being's that she, just a few months ago, was slaying in the streets at night.

entering her penthouse suite, selene hastily got changed. going through the motions, she slipped on some sweatpants and a cotton crop-top with sneakers. grabbing a water bottle and her keys, selene was on her way out the door when she noticed something.

"took you awhile to notice me darling. planning a wedding makes you soft, doesn't it?" his voice was smooth, non-threatening in the slightest, but that doesn't stop the chill that runs down her spine.

"the fuck are you doing here?" she was nervous. how long had he been here? how did she miss him? why was he here?

the man tsk'd and stood from the loveseat positioned by her window overlooking the city. his posture was straight, footsteps heavy, and stature terrifying. selene was not one easily frightened, but he. . . he was her version of the boogeyman.

she backed up slowly, moving closer to the door for an easy escape. "don't run from me angel. i just came to share something interesting with you."

"who's to say that you're telling the truth?"

suddenly, he stopped moving, almost looking like he was in thought before he lunged at selene and pushed her up against the wall with a harsh grip on her neck.

she was surprised and scared, her nails leaving tiny trails of blood on his hands as she clawed at them for release. he hadn't restricted her airway yet, careful not to squeeze too hard to avoid bruising. his breath tickled her ear as he leaned forward to whisper in it.

"someone isn't who they say they are, princess. several people are working actively against you as we speak. now, i'd hate for my favorite monster slayer to perish over some trivial diplomacy. so, be a good girl and figure out who it is after you and your precious vampire prince." he warned, releasing his grip on her neck at the end.

selene glared at him as she attempted to soothe her burning skin. "how can i trust you? you just attempted to choke me out and broke it my house. how do i know it's not you plotting against me?"

as she questioned him, the man made his way back over to her window and pushed it open. "if i wanted you dead, i would have killed you the second you stepped foot in the door. see you later selene."

and just as easily as he came in, he was gone like nothing happened. all that was left of his presence was her aching throat and her open window.

"hey selene! you in there? we gotta go!" kai's voice pulled selene back to reality and she cleared her sore throat before speaking.

"yes! yes, sorry! i'm coming out now." she called out, hastily picking up the items she dropped and rushing to her door. selene stopped in her tracks at her face in the mirror. her dark skin showed no signs of bruising, but the fear in her eyes said everything she needed to know.

shaking her head, selene attempted to pull herself together before opening her door and stepping out into the hallway.

"that's my bad. i forgot where i put my water bottle." she laughed, locking her door.

her hands were shaking and she cursed herself for being so weak. she's supposed to be this feared huntress and she can't even lock her fucking door.

"hey, you okay? are you nervous about seeing lucas?"

kai was kind. too kind for her own good, but selene had to remind herself that she hadn't grown up in the world she did. where kindness gets you killed.

"yes. just hungry probably. lets go, we're already late."

but what selene didn’t know, and wouldn’t until later, was that people really were watching her every move. and if kai hadn’t of came when she did, she would be dead.

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NOTE. this is part two in the series! as i was writing this, i figured i would make this into a mini series. hope you guys enjoy!

[moeyy-writes]

Bucket of Snakes

Zak Bagans x Reader, Billy Tolley x BestFriend!Reader

Warnings: brief mention of blood, other than that it’s just goofy shenanigans. Oh, and poorly edited as usual. Haha.

Word Count: 1,649

A/N: I had a few ideas for this theme, and I might make it a drabble collection. I haven’t decided yet. Also, who wouldn’t want to set up a prank with Billy?

My Full Master List

You danced in the passenger seat of Billy’s car, hoping to set your plan in motion before Zak returned home. For now, Aaron and Jay were keeping him occupied with yet another game of golf, which allowed you and your best friend just enough time to set up your latest prank.

And this one was your best yet.

You held your phone up and started filming your excitement. Billy was already planning on having Jay film the entire prank but having a silly little intro wouldn’t hurt.

“Heading to the Bagans Manor with a bucket of snakes,” you sang to your phone. Billy chuckled beside you.

“I hope you aren’t on Instagram live or something. We need to keep this a secret.” You rolled your eyes, still filming, and turned to the driver.

“Dude, how many pranks have we done so far? I’m not going to spoil it,” you scoffed. “That’s a rookie move, Tolley.” You stuck your tongue out, then turned back to your phone. You wiggled your shoulders and smiled. “Heading to the Bagans Manor with a bucket of snakes,” you continued with a giggle.

You turned the phone back over to Billy, who just smiled, Starbucks drink in hand. He cheered the camera. “The saga continues.”

As Billy pulled into the driveway, your body hummed with excitement. The moment the car stopped, you leapt out and raced for the truck. You opened the door and grinned at the plain white bucket.

“He’s going to hate us for this one.” You reached for the bucket, then skipped up the driveway to the door.

You unlocked the door and waited for Billy to grab the rest of the gear. You peered around him and stared at the car, which was parked dead-center in the middle of the driveway.

“You think we should move that over a little? Jay is going to text me when they’re on the way back, but I don’t want to have to worry about parking on the street.” You reached out for the bucket that Billy was carrying and nodded towards the car.

“Yeah, probably a good idea.”

While Billy went to move his car, you made your way to Zak’s favorite room. It didn’t really have a title, but it best resembled a creepy, fucked up mancave. It looked like a partial library with a grand table in the middle, like where vampires would meet and have a blood tasting party or some shit. Right before leaving for a lockdown, Zak, you, and the crew and would all gather in there and go over travel plans.

And this is where Billy, Jay, and you usually went over evidence after a lockdown.

You gently placed the buckets onto the hardwood floor and smiled. It was going to be a piece of cake to get that bucket overhead. You knew there was a ladder in the garage, and Billy was surprisingly knowledgeable in rigging traps like this.

Once Billy got back from moving the car, he started unpacking the tools while you went in search for the ladder. You knew last saw it on the wall next to where you parked your car. And, luckily, that’s exactly where it was.

Lugging that ladder to the other side of the huge house wasn’t an easy feat, but you managed to do it without breaking anything. Honestly, that alone was deserving of a medal. Zak wasn’t exactly a sparce decorator.

“Okay, I’ll hold the ladder and you can—”

“Oh no,” Billy interrupted, his eyes narrowing. “You’re younger and far nimbler that I am. There’s no fucking way I’m getting on that thing. I’ll break a hip.” You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Fine, old man, just hold the damn thing still. I don’t want Zak coming home to a broken fiancé.”

“It’s beautiful. Our best work yet,” you boasted as you stared up at your handy work, hands on your hips. Billy chuckled beside you.

“It’s pretty genius,” he agreed. “Have you heard from Jay?

Shit. You hadn’t looked at your phone in ages.

“Uh, hold on.” You pulled your phone out of your back pocket and studied the screen.

Two New Text Messages: Jay Wasley

Jay: Hey, we are leaving now. Do you need us to buy you more time?

Jay: We’re five minutes out. I hope you guys are ready.

“Shit, Jay said they were five minutes out three minutes ago. They will be here any minute!” You rushed to your usual spot, in the living room. You turned the TV on and tried to look comfortable while Billy plopped down into the leather chair beside you.

The moment you two settled, you heard the sound of car doors slamming. The sound sent a shock wave of nervous tingles through your body. There’s no turning back now.

“If he gets pissed off and calls off the wedding, I’m blaming you,” you whispered as the door opened. Zak’s distant voice filled the air.

“He better not. I already bought my groomsman tux—”

“Hey there, couch potatoes. How was your day?” Zak greeted as he entered the room. You beamed up at him and smiled.

“Hey!” He leaned down and kissed the top of your head.

“Did you get through any of the footage?” Zak gently rubbed your shoulders as he stood behind the couch.

“Uh, no. Not really. We went to get lunch, then went into a food coma. Plus, it’s a shit ton of footage. We thought all of us could go through it together.” You stared up at Zak, who just smiled.

“I mean, sure. It was a two-part lockdown, so I’m sure there’s a lot to look at.” He glanced over at Billy, who was staring down on his phone. “You guys almost out of your food coma?” You nodded, then slowly lifted off the couch.

“I’ll go set up the computers,” Billy announced, stepping in front of you. “Jay, you wanna help real quick?” You watched as Jay nodded. He was nominated to film the plan in motion.

“How was your game?” you asked, trying to distract Zak are a moment. Aaron immediately start laughing.

“You mean other than almost falling into the pond?” You laughed with him.

“Wait, what?” You turned and stared at Zak, who rolled his eyes.

“Dude, they definitely moved that pond! I don’t remember it being there before!” Zak scoffed. You raised an eyebrow.

“Wait, the pond by the eighth hole?” You turned back to Aaron. You had been invited to play with them a few times, not that golf was your best sport. Usually, you and Aaron tried to beat each other on who could have the worst game.

Zak sighed. “It wasn’t there before!” He was adamant and he wasn’t backing down.

“Okay, babe. But, if you really want to go swimming, we can always just go to Aaron’s place. The last thing you need is to get E. Coli from all that goose crap.” You had to tease him one more time. He was so adorable when he got embarrassed. “Now, let’s go see what Billy and Jay are up to.” Zak just sighed and nodded.

The three of you headed up to Zak’s favorite room. You led the way, wanting to look back as the whole thing played out. Zak was right behind you, followed by Aaron.

Butterflies filled your stomach as you neared the hall. You turned into the first door on the right, then gave your signal, before spinning on your heels. The moment you turned around, Zak passed through the doorway. In an instant, Billy pulled the rope, emptying the large bucket of snakes onto the unsuspecting target.

“What the Fu—Ahhh!” Zak shrieked and nearly leapt into Aaron’s arms. You, Billy, and Jay all immediately erupted in laughter, followed by Aaron. Zak grasped onto Aaron’s arm for dear life, staring wide-eyed at the dozens of plastic and rubber snakes that now littered the floor.

“Oh my god, look at the terror in his eyes!” Billy cackled as he doubled over, holding his stomach.

“Zak, man, I can’t feel my arm. It’s okay, Z.” Aaron pulled away from Zak, but Zak barely moved. You peered back at Jay, who was still recording, then back at Zak.

“Babe?” For a moment, you were afraid that you had given him an aneurysm or something. Zak’s widened eyes slowly locked on you.

“Fuck you, Y/N.” His voice was low and stern. He slowly loosened his grip on Aaron as he studied the snakes on the floor. “This is why you fuckers haven’t looked at any evidence yet.”

You burst into laughter. “Yeah, well, it was worth it,” you retorted. Billy nodded beside you, agreeing.

“Is this what I have to look forward to now?” Zak finally caught his breath and stepped cautiously over the snakes, towards you. “Am I always going to be looking over my shoulder?”

You grinned. “You knew what you were in for, babe.”

“Dude, we’ve been pranking you since before you two started dating, and you still proposed,” Billy defended, patting Zak’s shoulder. “Don’t call off the wedding now. That tux was expensive.”

Zak laughed, then wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Oh, I’m not calling anything off.” He yanked you tightly against him and leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from your ear. “But I’m not the only one who should be looking over my shoulder. Revenge is swift, and someone in this room may just be a double-agent.” Your eyes widened and you peered over to Billy, who shared the same look.

“Haha, well, good luck pranking the masters.” You tried to hide your nerves, but Zak was good at surprises. He planned several surprise parties for you and the guys, and had planned his elaborate proposal for months without you suspecting a damn thing.

Well, this was going to be interesting.

[thedarkcoven]

UPCOMING WORKS

-If you wished to be tagged in any of these please let me know! <3

1) Loki Request- Spicy(Almost complete)

-Loki gets jealous that reader spends too much time with Thor but reader is just talking to Thor to get tips on how to confess to Loki

2) Vamp Kylo Headcannons-Some Spice (havent started)

-How I think Kylo would be as a vamp/Vamp kylo vibes

3)Adam Driver as vamp request- Fluff/Blood mentions and descriptions of blood (havent started) -Will start after Kylo Soul Mate req.

-Reader agrees to help Adam but doesnt read the fine print about him being a vampire so freaks out and he tries to make it easier for reader and make them feel more comfy

4) Clan Techie aka Bill Huxley x Reader (Dredd) [Will have alt ending with angst] (Havent started)

-Reader is Bill’s go to person after getting treated like Ma Ma’s punching bag. Alt Ending: When you step up for Bill Ma Ma puts two and two together and decides to punish Bill a different way -Will start after Kylo and Adam Driver vamp requests

5)Vamp Kylo Fic (on hold for but not for long <3)

-AU where Kylo is a Vampire; modern settings. You become his prey

6) Kylo Ren Soul Mate AU

-y/n has a birthmark that they have been hiding from Kylo because they think he is going to get mad if he sees {forgot to add <3} -Going to be starting tonight

7) Sam Fortner Idea

- Sam kidnaps female therapist and confesses about being a murderer. One night while watching horror movies with her she talks about how to properly kill, dismember a body, etc and Sam looks over at her like “What?”

8) Bond of the Force

-Rayvin x Kylo Ren/ Rayvin x General Hux

9: General Hux Idea

-Y/N proves to Hux that not everyone hates him and wants to show him how much he means to them. Will have angst

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[megthemewlingquim]

This Is Your Wilderness

Summary: You learn new things about the world you have entered, both the easy way and the harder way.

Pairing: Adam x Reader

Warnings: foul language (it’s a given for Adam), violence, angst

A/N: This is for @just-the-hiddles 's 3500 Follower Writing Challenge! The prompt was Bliss: A shot of pure, self-indulgent euphoria! A scent that is very, very wicked in its own way: the serotonin-slathered scent of pure milk chocolate. This turned out to be much more angsty than I expected, and you can thank @empower-bi-women​ for that little nudge. This is also an AU where Ian never died.

“Adam, don’t be so paranoid. No one has come around for ages.”

The tall, dark figure at the window sighs. His fingers had only moved the curtain for a second, and he had peeked out and looked down, but now he shifts, lets the curtain fall again. His eyes glint in the dim lighting, and they seem black. “Yeah, but I’m still worried,” he mumbles.

“I could try and get them to stay away,” you say lightly, a suggestion you know will fail tremendously. “Say it’s all fake, what with you and your reclusiveness.” You fiddle with a chess piece, a white rook, in your right hand, glancing back up at Adam. “It’s no trouble.”

“You’re the only zombie I trust now, you know that.” Adam moves back over to where you sit cross-legged on the floor. “You’re all I have. I’ll be damned if I let you go out there alone.”

He sits back down across from you, eyeing his own black chess pieces. Currently, he is down two pawns. “Besides, if the Others find out about you, they’ll… fuck, they’ll kill you. They’d kill you and leave me alone. Because they’d want me to suffer.”

Your eyes widen and your breath hitches. Adam never speaks about the “Others” — at least, never more than a mention of the name.

“Why?” you ask. “Why would they want that?”

“Because I don’t care about their fucking wars. The zombies cause enough trouble as it is. When the vampires and werewolves started their clans, I was not there to join them. I was... I was actually trying to settle down with someone.”

“That’s why you’re in hiding? Because you love?”

“I love, yes. I love and I care and I don’t just survive. This isn’t the goddamn 14th century anymore. I don’t just drink someone and throw their body in a ditch. I get my blood from hospitals. That is if it isn’t fucking... contaminated.” Adam winces. “That’s how Marlowe died.”

“Wait, who’s Marlowe?” you ask. “Was he a friend of yours? Another vampire like yourself?”

He smiles, an amused hum leaving him. “Yeah, he was a friend. Eve knew him longer than I did but we were friends. He was a visionary, an absolute genius. He wrote most of Shakespeare’s plays, y’know.”

You have to take a second to process this, and another to make the timeline match up. “You don’t mean the Christopher Marlowe?”

“He was one of Shakespeare’s biggest influences... and one of Shakespeare's real writers.” Adam smiles. “He really died a couple of years ago. Blood poisoning from a French hospital.”

“Is that why you only use me for your blood?” you ask softly. He nods. You look down, realizing the severity of it all. “So no drugs, huh?” you ask jokingly.

He laughs, a small amused chuckle. “Yeah, no. Drugs... if you’re still helping me out, are off limits. The occasional coffee is okay.”

“‘S okay with me.” You shrug. “As long as you stay safe.”

“And I can say the same to you,” Adam says, coming back over to sit beside you. He brings you close, resting his chin on your head and cuddling you from behind. “All I’d ever want is for you to be safe. Which is why I can’t have you talking to the Others... or anyone who might know them. Do you understand?”

“Yeah,” you say. “I do.”

After a long pause, you perk up.

“We should go to the store.” You glance at the electric clock, which reads 1:43 AM. “I’m sure some convenience stores are open. Do you need anything?”

“You ask me that every time we go,” Adam mumbles amiably. “I don’t need anything, no, but I’ll go with you if you want.”

And so you go.

All you get at the end of the trip is a loaf of bread, a gallon of milk, and some milk chocolate bars (an essential in your opinion). 

“I’ll go for my actual shopping tomorrow,” you say, getting the gallon out of the freezer. 

The air is cold all through the tiny store, and the surprisingly satisfying scent of beer cooler is all around you. Adam wears his sunglasses and gloves, and looks around the shelves. He has nothing in his hands.

He glances at you. “Okay,” he says hesitantly, standing quite rigidly.

When you step up to the counter, the cashier looks suspiciously at Adam, who stands behind you, looking at a beer bottle: it has a tiny little Dracula on it. He is reading the flavor: blood orange.

It seems like the cashier had not heard the two of you talking, but had only seen you look at each other.

“Is this man here, uh, bothering you, miss?” he whispers.

You do not see it, but Adam’s head lifts, just a little.

“N-no,” you say, trying to make your voice as firm as possible. “No, I’m with him, actually.”

The cashier nods. “Uh huh,” he had said, not sounding convinced at all.

Adam comes up to accompany you at the register. Even through his glasses, you can see that his gaze is piercing. “She’s with me. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’d like to leave.”

Maybe it’s something about Adam’s gaze or his dark tone: the cashier looks slightly worried, but he does what he was told. In a few seconds, you are out, Adam following closely behind you.

“Don’t want anyone coming close to my girl,” he mutters, his breath steaming in the crisp air. “Even if he means well. We’re out in the open now. And I can’t take any chances.”

Without saying anything in response, you both make it into Adam’s car, your little plastic bag sitting peacefully near your legs. Adam turns the key and the car rumbles to a start, and he is just about to shift into drive when he looks up.

He freezes, nostrils flaring in anger. His grip on the shift tightens, and your eyes go from his gloved hand to the dashboard, to see what he sees.

As if on cue...

There are three middle aged men in front of the car, almost completely shrouded by the darkness. The sides of their faces are lit up from the left by the white light of the store’s inside.

Their eyes seem black, and their faces are deathly pale.

“Stay in the car,” Adam hisses, his voice dark and angry.

“Adam—” you try to protest.

“Stay. In. The fucking. Car.” Adam’s teeth are gritted, and his voice gets even angrier, if that’s possible, but he never takes his eyes off of the three men in front of you.

“Wh-what are they going to do? Wh-wh-who are they?” you ask, stammering.

“Lock the doors,” is all he says.

He takes the key out of the ignition. The car stops its rumbling. He opens his driver door and steps out, placing the key in his back jean pocket. He shuts the door behind him.

“Adam!” you whisper, knowing he can still hear you. “Adam, get back here! We can just drive away.”

You see him mouth something: No.

You lock the doors.

Your ears are unable to pick up what they all say: but I will fill in the details.

One of the men steps forward, his white teeth showing in a sickly sweet smile. “Adam,” he says, welcoming in tone. “It’s been a while. When was it we last saw each other, hmm? 1805?”

“Walter… Henry… Jesse,” Adam says quietly, nodding at each of the men. “It has been a while, yes.”

The first man — Walter — glances toward you, and winks. “We've come to talk to you about enlisting. But... this is much more interesting. What’cha got there, huh? A little mouse?”

The name is not positive, nor is it cute. With Adam, it would be. But, right now…

You’re already petrified. From a wink, and a bittersweet smile. 

Your heart pounds.

You know, then, that they can hear it. All of them. They can hear your heart racing, the blood rushing through it. They can probably see you shaking, hear the breath leaving your mouth in trembling whispers.

Adam. Adam, run.

“She’s no one,” Adam says darkly. “She...found out about me. I have to kill her. She can’t know about me. About us.”

“How did she find out?” asks another man. Quite tall, nice looking, with light brown hair and stubble at the jaw and cheeks. A gold chain is around his neck, and he wears a brown jacket and white t-shirt. He is also pale, extremely pale, just like his friends, and his eyes seem black.

“There was a friend of mine who broke the confidentiality agreement. That friend is dead now. I killed him, too. But she also has to go.”

“Did she tell anyone?”

“No, Jesse, she didn’t.”

“Good,” the third man — Henry — says. He looks nice, too. Black hair, olive skin. He looks a little older than Jesse or Walter, though. “We can’t let that happen, now, can we?”

“Hey…” Walter says, getting an idea. His smile is not a good one. “Why don’t we help you out? She’s gonna die anyway, isn’t she?”

Adam, by all means, should say yes. It would give him some more time to banter, to discuss horrible ways of torture and death. It would help to keep your cover. He should shrug, say yes, and let you out of the car. Then, he should rip the other three vampires to shreds.

But he doesn’t.

Adam growls — and though you are not able to hear it, you can see his expression. It is hunger, it is defiance, and it is anger. “You are not to touch her. She’s mine: mine to kill, mine to torture — ”

“Yours to marry, yours to love?” Walter asks, mockingly. “Yours to fuck?”

Adam freezes.

“Nobody we know — you least of all — would ever get that protective of a fuckin’ zombie. What are you not telling us, Adam?”

“Get the fuck away from us,” Adam snarls, suddenly furious. “I don’t want any part in your little wars — and neither does she.”

“So you’re admitting it,” Jesse says, almost excitedly. “You love her, don’t you? That's what this is about?”

“That, and the fact that that he hasn't joined a clan in his entire existence,” Walter murmurs over to Jesse. “We discussed that already.”

“I told you once, I’ve told you a million times: I don’t want to be involved with you,” Adam groans.

“You know it’s frowned upon. Both things,” Jesse says.

“A vampire hasn’t mated with a zombie in centuries. And you remember how that went, don’t you?” Walter takes a singular step forward.

Adam’s eyes narrow. “Don’t,” he growls, his voice practically dropping a whole octave with anger.

“It’s only for the good of our survival, Adam. You mustn’t blame us,” Henry says, a mad glint in his eye.

The next five seconds happen with lightning speed. You only recognize the sound and feel of broken glass when it hits you, and a bloodied hand unlocks the door. You blink, it seems, and you’re suddenly pulled roughly out of the car and onto the cold pavement below. Then, you’re hoisted up into someone’s grasp, and into standing position. They still hold you tightly and roughly, and their grip is harsh. A cold hand is slapped onto your mouth.

You scream through it, though, your voice muffled and frantic.

In an instant, Adam’s alert, animalistic, beastly. He growls again, and spits out, “You will not harm her!”

“Adam, what are they doing?” you pant frantically through the hand covering your mouth, knowing that he can hear it loud and clear.

“We’re gonna fuckin’ skin you alive,” the one holding you whispers, gripping you even tighter when you flail and whimper in fear.

“No, you won’t,” Adam murmurs. “Let her go.”

“How do you think this’ll go, Adam?” Henry asks. “You think you’re gonna come out on top? You think you’re gonna stay away from our destiny? You need to help us, Adam. You need to be a good soldier and join us in the wars.”

“I’ll die first!” spits Adam.

“No. You won’t. But she will... whether you say yes or no. Because you’ve gone against our code anyway. Being with... and mating with... a mortal. Now, Adam, you’re better than this.” Henry’s tone becomes condescending. 

Adam’s eyes glint with offense and anger. “If you say one more word, I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Not if we kill her first.”

You hear something, then. The breathy sigh of someone holding you... it sounds like a grin. A hungry grin.

You’ve heard that noise before. It happens whenever Adam drinks blood... yours included.

Your stomach drops to your feet.

A childish, delusional part of you wants to say something. Hey, ya want some chocolate? We got some in the car, it smells really good! Really sweet! Sweeter than blood!

You go mad, flailing and screaming, trying desperately to escape, but the one holding you keeps you in his grasp.

“It’s dinnertime,” Henry says, and his voice is a growl.

The next ten seconds happen in a blur. You hear several whooshing noises, feel light brushes of wind all around you, and see blurs of black, white, and gray all around you. You also hear growling — feral, ferocious, angry growls.

You land on the pavement, scraping your knees. Not enough to draw blood, but they sting all the same. In a frantic rush, you scramble as far away from the fight as possible. And that is what it is — a fight. A fight between four —

Three vampires. One of them has dropped to the ground in a heap. You fight the urge to vomit when you notice his head is at an extremely abnormal angle. It is not Adam, however.

Adam was the one, you realize, that has broken the vampire you don’t know to be Jesse’s neck. Adam is lunging, swiping, roaring at the other vampires, who are doing the same. They dodge each other’s grasping hands and punches. You can see flashes of white in the middle of this: fangs.

“Go!” Adam screams, and the breath leaves your lungs. You’ve never heard Adam shout. His voice has never risen above an indoor voice or a menacing mutter.

“Not without you!” you cry desperately. “Adam, they’ll kill you!”

“RUN!” 

This time, you know there’s no argument to be had. You run as fast as you can away from the scene, tears stinging your eyes and your legs burning with the effort.

Eventually, you have to stop your running and settle for walking on the cracked sidewalks. Something howls as the night grows deeper and darker. Fortunately, you know the way home, and you also know that whatever is out there, howling at the moon, will not hurt you. Adam made sure of that one.

You’re a lone figure, shrouded in darkness, walking back to safety with cold arms and stinging knees. Occasionally, you glance behind your shoulder, but you don’t see anything.

After a long while, you start to hear the rumble of a car’s engine driving up behind you. You look behind you and see that this car is driving quite close to the sidewalk. Moving further to your right, you avoid it — that is, until it slows to your walking pace and stays beside you. Keeping your head down, you try to walk a little faster. The car, you notice, looks a bit like Adam’s, but it is not. Your heart pounds, and you almost start to run when a car window is rolled down, and —

“Hey — what’re you doin’ out here?” A soft voice. He sounds like he’d be a surfer in another life.

You recognize it. “I-I-Ian?” you stammer, your eyes widening. You turn to the car and exhale a sob of complete relief. It is Ian, driving slowly beside you and looking at you with the utmost concern.

Ian has known you for a long while, ever since you started dating Adam. He has always been sweet, kind, and considerate, and has always been a good friend to the both of you.

“Y-yeah,” Ian says softly, “what... what’s the matter, sweetheart? You ok?”

You shake your head. “No,” you mutter. “A-Adam got into some trouble. We were attacked in the parking lot of some shitty convenience store. He t-t-told me to run, and I did. R-Reluctantly.” 

“Holy shit...that’s fucked up,” Ian says incredulously. He leans “Is Adam still there?”

You feel tears rising to your eyes again and you sniff. “I don’t know where he is... or if he’s ok, and — and — I don’t wanna go home and wait and find out that —” Your voice is dangerously close to cracking.

“Hey,” Ian says, his voice a little firmer now. It still keeps its compassion. “Y’want me to take you home?”

“Would you?” you ask desperately.

“Of course, sweetheart, come on in.” He leans over and, with a little grimace of exertion, unlocks and opens the door. You can't get into the car fast enough. You slam the door beside you and slump against the seat.

“We're gonna get you home, ok? It's not far from here. Want me to turn the heater on?”

You drive in silence for most of the trip. Ian must know you don't want to talk too much.

Ian's head comes into your peripheral vision. You're looking down at your feet.

“Hey... Adam's gonna be fine,” he says softly. “He can take care of himself. Something about him just tells me that. My guess is that he's driving home now, actually. He probably fucking destroyed whoever did this to you.”

You nod. You know it's true.

“He cares about you a lot. He loves you. I've... I've never seen Adam look at someone the way he looks at you. Well, maybe except his wife. But... that was some time ago. And she—”

He stops himself. You can both feel the tension there, and you shuffle nervously in your seat.

“Anyway,” Ian continues hesitantly, “he — he cares about you. He'll come back, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whisper.

You get to the house, Ian driving slowly up to the curb. The house, as always, is dark.

“Check the back?” you ask. Ian drives further, and you crane your neck to eye the garden. There's an empty spot where the car normally would be.

Your heart sinks.

“Hey, sweetheart...” Ian says. “It's alright... I'm sure he's just...” But he trails off. “A fight wouldn't take this long,” he mutters under his breath. You can still hear it.

There's a pause in which none of you move. You're hesitant to get out of the car and into the house. Ian watches you, waits for you. The rumble of the car is quiet and hypnotic.

“I don't... I don't wanna go in alone,” you say, and you inwardly scoff at your own childishness.

“I can stay with you if you want,” Ian says. “Adam mostly leaves his doors unlocked, doesn't he?”

“Yeah.”

“Why is that?”

You hesitate. “I don't know.”

But you do know. Regular people are pretty much out of the question — they wouldn't come in, because they think the house is abandoned. If they do come in, Adam could play it off as nothing suspicious and get them to leave as soon as possible. The werewolves wouldn't hurt you, and vampires suffer awfully bad luck if they enter a threshold uninvited. If the Others did come in, well... Adam could take care of them, couldn't he?

“Maybe it's because he's all reclusive. He probably doesn't think anyone will actually come in. Those rock 'n roll kids are exactly that. Kids. They won't do anything.”

You nod. “Er... could you stay with me, Ian? Please?”

He smiles. “Yeah,” he says. “I can do that.”

Ian parks the car on the edge of the road, and shuts off the engine. The cold seeps in your skin again and reaches your bones.

You both get out of the car and walk up to the door. It opens without any struggle.

The house itself is completely dark, and there's no sign of Adam anywhere. The room upstairs — Adam's studio — is completely silent and dark, and he's not in his bed.

Without any words, you two go into his studio again and turn on some lights. Together, you sit on his couch and wait.

After some time, Ian sits up suddenly.

“Oh, shit! We should've called the cops!” Ian cries.

You shake your head. “No,” you say.

Ian looks at you, baffled.

“Ian, Adam's... not one for the police. And, like we said before, Adam can take care of himself. He's strong like that. I'm sure he's...” you trail off. “I'm sure he's fine.”

“Did they have any weapons on them?”

“I don't think so,” you say, remembering the flashes of pointy white teeth.

“Then, what the hell happened afterward? Why isn't Adam back yet? If they didn't have any weapons, and you know Adam can throw a punch and take care of himself, then why the hell isn't he back yet?”

“I don't know,” you say miserably. A part of you thinks Ian is somehow mad at you, but the rational part of you takes over, and decides that he is not.

Ian pauses.

“Fuck it, I'm calling the cops.”

“No,” says a voice behind you. It is sharp and commanding, but you recognize it in a heartbeat.

You turn to look. Standing in the doorway, all battered, bruised, bloodied, is Adam. His sunglasses are nowhere to be found, and neither are his gloves.

“Oh, my God,” you whimper, rushing toward him. Immediately, you're engulfed in his scent, his warmth, his comforting embrace. It's a rush of relief. “You're — you're okay,” you whisper, sniffing as tears of relief come to your eyes.

“Baby, it's alright,” Adam murmurs, “I'm here. I'm here and I'm okay. It's all OK. We're fine.” He rubs your back with a hand.

“Adam, what the fuck happened, man?” Ian asks. “We were worried sick.”

“I'm sorry,” Adam says. “That took way longer than expected. I was also questioned by the authorities. They're looking for the kids now.”

Something tells you that this is not what happened.

Ian looks at Adam skeptically. But, after a few seconds, he shrugs. “I mean... I'm just glad you're alright, man. And I'm glad she's safe, too.” He gestures toward you with a small smile.

“Thank you, Ian,” Adam says gratefully. “Thank you for keeping my love safe. Thank you for staying with her. Now... I think it's time for you to go... Do you need anything before you take off? You can piss in the garden if you need.”

“You sure you don't need anything? You wanna take a look at those bruises?”

“We'll be fine, thank you,” Adam says.

Ian blinks. “You never fail to amaze me, Adam.” He stands up, and rubs your shoulder. “G'night, sweetheart. You're in very good hands now.”

“Thanks, Ian. See you soon, ok?” you say.

“Alright.” He starts to walk down the stairs. “If you guys need anything at all, just hit me up. Later.”

You and Adam don't speak until you both hear his car driving away from the house.

“What did they do to you?” you ask immediately, suddenly frantic and worried, stepping away to get a good look at Adam.

You blink, it seems, and Adam's bruises, cuts, and overall tired appearance are gone. He looks perfectly normal now.

“They did that,” Adam says. “I killed two of 'em. One of them got away.”

“Did anyone see you?”

“No, thank God for that.”

But there's something... off... about the way Adam looks. He seems sad, worried.

“Adam... what is it?” you ask slowly.

“One of the Others got away. He's bound to have talked to his clan by now. I'm still not gonna join them. And I'm sure as hell not gonna give you away and leave you.”

“So... what's gonna happen?”

Adam takes a deep breath. “How do you feel about Tangier, Morocco?”

[ayoitsnic]

Platonic! Sam x Reader x Dean

Word Count: 2.5k

Trigger Warnings: None? Violence that's pretty typical for Supernatural

Summary: Sam and Dean found out they have a sister. They're very skeptical at first but upon meeting they find out that despite 2 totally different upbringings they have more in common than they expected.

*Disclaimer* I wouldn't normally describe y/n in fics but in this one I did so purposefully to show the similarities between the siblings. I've been told some people are a bit touchy on that.

Oh also this is the first fanfic I've ever written so I'd be happy with constructive criticism.

'This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son Dean 866-907-3235. He can help.'

'Shit' Y/N thought to herself as she was put through to her dad's voicemail. 'Wait....it said call his son....does that mean...? Wait do I have a brother he never told me about!?' Grabbing a pen and a pad of sticky notes she called again, this time hoping for voicemail so she could write that number down.

'This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son Dean 866-907-3235. He can help.'

She got his voicemail again, quickly scribbling down the number before hanging up and dialing it.

~

Sam and Dean were just finishing up a ghoul case in Indiana when Dean's phone began ringing in the glove compartment of the Impala. Reaching over from the driver's side Dean quickly found his phone, glancing at the caller ID "Unknown Number?" He questioned out loud. He assumed it was a scam caller, but answered it anyway just in case "Hello?"

"Is this Dean?" A female voice asked, sounding mostly nervous, but also just a teensy bit excited.

"Who's this?" Dean questioned skeptically, causing Sam to look over curiously from the passengers side

"I'm Y/N. I umm....this is gonna sound crazy but I'm your sister." She felt weird saying that. Until 5 minutes ago she was an only child. "I tried calling dad but it went straight to voicemail and said to call you if it was an emergency...I kind of need help.."

Shocked with the idea of possibly having a sister Dean pulled the car over to a screeching halt, putting the hazard lights on. He needed a minute to take that in. He put the phone on speaker so Sam could hear what was being said "No that's impossible. Dad already had one kid we didn't know about. No way he had a second." Dean said, obviously in denial.

"He what?" Y/N asked, a grin spreading across her face. Regardless of the circumstances that prompted this call, she was elated to find out she had more than one sibling

Realizing what he had just said, Dean shook his head "Nevermind. Where are you?" He asked as Sam began to flip through John's journal, looking for any hint that there might've been another Winchester out there. It didn't take long for him to find the missing pages not even halfway through the book. It would seem she was born long before Adam.

"I'm in the Poconos, in Pennsylvania." Y/N responded

"Okay well we're about 10 hours from there. We'll be there in the morning." Dean told her "Text me the address." The phone call ended and Y/N texted him the address. They weren't sure what the emergency was that she had to call their dad for but regardless of whether or not it was their kind of thing, Sam and Dean were definitely gonna haul ass to go meet this mystery woman.

~

The next day Sam and Dean found themselves in Northeast Pennsylvania before noon hit. When they finally reached their destination they realized that this woman had grown up so differently from them. She lived in one of those fancy gated communities. Well THEY considered it fancy. Y/N was used to it, but then again the bar wasn’t too high with the childhood Sam and Dean had. The houses were big, the yards green, you needed a pass from security to get in, the only thing missing were picket fences.

"Are we sure we aren't walking into a trap?" Sam asked Dean as they stood on the big white porch, ringing the doorbell. "Well if we are, we're certainly prepared." Dean had grabbed holy water and had his gun tucked into the back of his jeans. Sam, a little silver and the Demon killing knife. It wouldn't protect from /everything/ but it'd save them from most of their most common threats.

When Y/N opened the door you could definitely see the family resemblance between her and Sam. She was tall for a woman, standing around 5'10, had light brown, shoulder length hair. Her eyes though, those were a beautiful shade of green like Dean's. It was almost like looking in a mirror for the boys "Hey." She greeted, letting them in

"Which one of you did I speak to on the phone?" She questioned

"That would be me." Dean replied, raising his hand a bit "This is my brother Sam." Sam was still trying to get over the fact that it looked someone took him and hit copy/paste.

"Wow. Dad really got around didn't he?" She commented without thinking. "4 kids, good for him." Just like Adam whom Dean had very briefly mentioned the day before, John Winchester while still her father, wasn't in the picture that often. Sure he seemed like a cool guy the few times a year he would visit but they never really had a proper Father/Daughter connection. She did care about him, but at the end of the end of the day he was just a person she knew she could trust, hence she didn't think twice about making comments like that until she noticed the look on her brothers' faces when she said it. "Sorry, I want thinking when I said that." She quickly apologized, wanting to move on.

Upon entering, the whole house smelled like Palo Santo wood. She found the scent very calming. "Anyways it's a hell of a drive from Indiana. You hungry? I made pie." She offered.

Dean's face lit up at that "What kind?" He asked with a small grin

"Blueberry. It's my mom's recipe." Y/N replied as she motioned for them to sit at the kitchen table. While she took out a knife to serve the pie, Sam had swapped out her utensils for ones they knew were silver.

"So what was so important you felt the need to call us up here?" Sam asked. Y/N could already tell she liked Sam. He gave off good vibes.

Y/N stayed silent for a moment before telling them "My cousin was found dead the other night. He had his throat ripped out. Cops say it was a Mountain Lion but it sounded like something that might interest Dad. Where is he by the way? I tried calling him a few more times and it just kept going straight to voicemail. Doesn't even ring."

Sam and Dean both looked a bit sad as they had to break the news that their father had passed away and had been dead for quite some time now. Upon hearing that, Y/N didn't really react. She wasn't sure how to. Of course she should've felt something because it was her father, but at the same time, as mentioned previously, he wasn't around a lot. He was absent for most of her life just like he was for Sam and Dean's. Sure he was there for the big stuff like birthdays, her high school graduation, or prom night where he let her drive up in the impala, but it was the small stuff she wanted him there for.

"So you know about the whole 'fighting monsters' thing then?" Dean asked as he splashed a small amount of holy water on her leg under the table. Sam kicked him under the table for even mentioning it. What was he thinking!? She didn't even notice the holy water but the question caused Y/N to look at him weird.

"What the hell are you talking about? Mom always said he was a fed." This almost forced Sam to hold in a chuckle.

~

Despite looks from Sam telling him it was a bad idea to tell her what they really do and that it was probably a vampire that killed her cousin, Dean told her anyway. They already made the mistake of not being totally upfront with Adam. Dean wasn’t making that mistake again "Yeah, okay." She chuckled dryly "You fight monsters. Sure you do." Like any sane person, she thought they were bullshitting. "Next you're gonna tell me you've found bigfoot out something." She said sarcastically

"Actually Bigfoot's one of the few things that isn't real." Dean told her with a smirk

"Tell ya what, you fight monsters?" She motioned towards her two brothers "Prove it. Show me these monsters. Let's go find the 'Vampire' " she said with finger quotations "that killed my cousin."

"Oh no no no." Sam finally spoke up "I was against telling you about what we do to begin with, but I'm drawing the line at having you go out on a hunt. You could really hurt. Or worse, killed."

"What is this, some bullshit male chivalry thing? Do you think women can't do the job?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"No, no that has nothing to do with it." Sam quickly back tracked "It's just that you only found out today that monsters are real, you've never hunted before, and we don't want you getting hurt."

Y/N got quiet for a moment, contemplating how she wanted to respond to that. When she finally spoke, she leaned across the kitchen table and told the boys very calmly, like eerily calmly "He was my family. I'm going and we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice." It was loud and clear, in no uncertain terms that she would do anything for her family. That included killing vampires.

The group went silent again. Sam and Dean exchanged a few glances before Dean relented "Alright fine, but you follow our lead."

"Deal." Y/N nodded

~

It didn't take long to locate the vamp nest. Only a day or two. In that time Sam had given Y/N a full rundown of everything she'd need to know about Vampires. How they're nocturnal but that doesn't mean they can't wake up during the day, how the whole 'stake through the heart' thing doesn't actually work and you gotta cut the heads off, and how they normally live in groups.

Thankfully it was a small nest, only about 6 or 7 of them. When the 3 of them pulled up to the old, long abandoned Birchwood Resort, Dean popped the trunk revealing their weapons cache. Y/N looked surprised to see all that stuff, peeking over Dean's shoulder to get a better look. "I've never seen so many weapons in one place. That's awesome." She grinned as Dean handed her a machete. Sam looked at Dean, thinking to himself how similar she sounded to him.

"Alright, Sam and I are gonna go in. Stay out here and if you see any of them try to run out just chop the head off." Dean told her

"You're crazy if you expect me to stay out here and miss all the action." Y/N told Dean as she leaned against the side of her dad's car. She didn't care how long the old man had been dead. To her, that would always be his car. NOT Dean's. With a sigh, she looked up to the night sky and ran her fingers through her hair "Alright fine, whatever. You're the master. I'm just the padawan." She shrugged, kind of annoyed but not in the mood to argue. Sam chuckled at the Star Wars reference.

"This place is huge though." Y/N added "It's really easy to get lost in. You might be better off with someone who grew up here and is familiar with the area. I wonder where you could find someone like that." She hinted, as her and her friends would explore this place as teenagers. "I think we'll be okay." Sam declined. They really were set on having her outside. Thinking about it, she could definitely understand the decision. They'd probably see her as a liability.

Once Sam and Dean had found the nest, the massacre began. After killing half the nest Dean found himself pinned under a vamp, his weapon thrown across the room where he could reach it. "Sammy!!!!!" He called out but Sam was busy with 2 vampires of his own.

Outside Y/N had grown bored of waiting for the boys to return. How long did it take to kill a few 'Vampires'? 'Fuck it' she thought to herself 'I'm going in.' And that's exactly what she did. Looking around the place for her brothers she ran into 1 vampire. Too Easy. She cut the head off as it made a move to go after her. Looking at the decapitated head on the ground made her nauseated but she pushed on.

Before long she heard a commotion From inside one of the private cabins. Peeking through a window she saw the bad position they were in. Scared, and sick to her stomach she ran into the cabin. Swinging the machete in her hand she killed the vampire that had Dean pinned. It was a clean cut and came centimeters from Dean's throat.

He got up, grabbing his own machete to help out Sam. After the vamps were dead Y/N averted her gaze, trying to avoid looking at more dead bodies as she caught her breath.

"I thought we told you to wait outside!" Dean told her to which she instantly responded with "And I thought Sam said you guys would be okay on your own but I just had to come and save you. You should be thanking me."

With a sigh Dean nodded "Are you okay?" He asked, just making sure. "I'm fine. I'm covered in blood and I just killed 2 Vampires, but I'm fine." Despite the nausea, she grinned. The whole hunting thing wasn't supposed to be fun, but this was the most excitement she had in a long time. "Alright, I don't know about you guys but I would kill for a shower right now. If you want after that I know a great bar off main street. I could use a stiff drink."

~

Sam and Dean left 2 days later, having found a case in Virginia. "We are gonna keep in touch, right?" Y/N asked as Sam and Dean put their duffel bags in the Impala

"Of course we are." Dean agreed while Sam added his contact info to her phone. She of course already had Dean's info saved. "You sure you don't wanna come with us?" He asked which caused Y/N to shake her head lightly "As much as I would love to, I have responsibilities up here. Work, family, what's left of a mortgage to pay off...Maybe one day though." She offered a soft smile.

After hugging both boys and telling Dean to drive safe, they took off for Virginia. "Dude," Sam looked over at Dean "I know we were skeptical at first but can we agree she's definitely related to us?" 

Dean looked at Sam weird “I don’t see it.”

“You’re kidding right?” Sam asked “Aside from the fact that she’s like a walking replica of me, she makes really good pie; you love pie. You saw how defensive she got when I told her it’d be safer to sty at home while we took care of the vamps. It’s clear she’d do anything for her family. Sound like someone you know? and while we’re on the subject let’s talk about the fact that she’s not a  terrible hunter. She’s far from a natural and a little weak stomached, but for someone who’s probably never killed a thing in their life she wasn’t bad.” Sam listed all the different ways she was just like Dean.

“What was the first thing she said when she saw the arsenal he keep in the trunk?” Sam asked his brother who responded with “I dunno. What’d she say?”

“She said ‘That’s awesome. She sounded just like you.” Sam insisted

Dean sat silent for a moment, focusing on the road ahead of them before relenting “Yeah okay when you put it like that she’s definitely related.” He agreed

[babbushka]

Hi baby love! This zodiac game looks so fun but mine are real spooky. It’s giving Vampire!Kylo vibes I think? I would be so impressed if you managed to come up with something cohesive for this hodgepodge lol. Thanks for doing this fun lil game! And lots of big hugs and healing vibes to your mom!

A/N: I'm so sorry for how long this took my friend! But I hope that you enjoy this little vignette for our favorite Vampire! And thank you for your kind words, she's on the mend, slowly but surely!

800w, mentions of nudity, mild angst but no real warnings lol

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“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” Are the first words in days to come out of Kylo’s mouth.

You’re lying together, naked in his large bed. The sheets are pooled around your hips like ripples of satin and silk, as your bodies press together, simply desiring the touch of another. The sun is bright in the sky, a last burst of orange and yellow before the purples of twilight settle around the manor. You’ve pulled the drapes open so that you and your lover might bathe in the golden hour, disproving for the millionth time the myth of the harsh rays.

“Whether or not I do, isn’t your responsibility.” You point out, reaching for him, holding him impossibly closer. He shuffles himself so that his head rests against your chest, his cold cheek seeking the warmth of your flesh and blood. He shudders in pleasure when your nails scrape against his scalp; for being undead, he was more sensitive than anyone you had ever met. But perhaps that was more so a result of his starvation of touch, that his absence of nerves.

“I have been alive for a long time, my pet.” Kylo doesn’t sound angry, he doesn’t sound sad, he simply speaks plainly, the words muffled as he presses his mouth to your throat, “I have seen much, seen horrors beyond your wildest dreams. I have seen the world burn down time and time again.”

You know that Kylo has traveled across the globe in his many years, the centuries under his belt, the time before A.D., the time before Empires have risen and fallen. You know he has crossed golden deserts on camelback and on foot, crossed frozen tundras of white and grey, has sailed ships and flown planes. You wonder if he misses those times, when life was so different, so much easier. But then again, he didn’t have you back then before B.C., and as selfish as it sounds, you’re glad he has you now.

“Ah, but yet here you still are.” You hum, carding your fingers through his thick locks, shiny and smooth. “And here I am next to you. As I want to be, always.”

Kylo goes silent for another long while. You watch as light moves on the other side of your eyelids, your face turned towards the windows as the sun starts its slow descent. You wonder if he won’t turn you because of the blood you give him, because of how sweet you taste. He’s been drinking your blood for ten years now, for a decade you’ve freely given it to him. Who would the brothers drink from, if they turned you?

“Your family will attend your funeral. Would you do that to them? Would you make them see their loved one like that?” He whispers to your surprise; Kylo’s primary argument has nothing to do with his own sustenance. He puts an image in your head of your parents walking through a graveyard where your empty coffin is buried, the mist clinging to the stones like ghosts parted too soon.

“I wouldn’t need to be dead, to die.” You shrug, knowing that this is probably the best age to be a vampire and get away with it. You whisper back, “Plastic surgery is freezing everyone’s aging, people are far less suspicious now. Lying is easy.”

“You really want this, don’t you?” Propping himself up on his elbows, he looks at you with ruby red eyes, the tickle of his mind reading prowess caressing your scalp.

“Yes.” You say simply, “I’ve wanted it for my entire life, and now that we are together, I don’t want my life to ever end.”

“But it will.”

“Not in the way that matters.”

Huffing out a laugh, Kylo settles himself back down against your breast, the world going soft, all the edges blurring as the shadows creep into the manor.

“If it’s not you, it’ll be someone else. Mattie won’t say no. Ben won’t either. But I want it to be you.” You resume petting and caressing his hair, thinking that if only he weren’t so hesitant, you could be like this together forever.

“Alright.” Kylo agrees, after a stalemate that’s lasted for nearly seven of those ten years. “We’ll do it tomorrow, at noon, when the sun is at its highest, so you will be the most brilliant thing in all the world.”

Grinning, you feel your heart begin to pound in your chest and cannot hold back a laugh at the idea that soon, such a sensation as a pulse will be foreign to you. The thought of it has Kylo’s teeth sharpening against your throat, and you tip your head back with an inviting gasp, letting him drink his fill of you, before he fills you in return.

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Tagging some Kylo lovin' friends!

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[when-witches-go-riding]

This is a side blog to feed my obsession with all things related to Autumn, Halloween, and Spooky Vibes in general.

Here you will find fics, aesthetics, pictures, stories, and content related to Autumn, Halloween, October, Witches, Vampires, Werewolves, Devils, Ghosts, Hauntings, Murderers, All Things Dark and Macabre, and Everything Similar. Adam Driver content also makes an appearance. All writing and stories are ADCU content only.

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My horror and Halloween related fics below the cut

Jacques

Sinners Welcome - Exorcist Jacques x Reader

Drink of Me - Vampire Jacques Le Gris x Lawyer Reader

Belle Avocate - Vampire Jacques x Lawyer Reader

A Sharpened Wit

The Black Forest

Kylo:

Kylo the Malevolent - Victorian Magician Kylo x Magician Reader

The Witch - Knight Kylo x Witch Reader

Krampusnacht - Knight Kylo x Witch Reader

Heart Shaped Box - Knight Kylo x Witch Reader

Outrun the Devil - Lawyer Kylo x Reader, Sleepy Hollow AU

The Devil Made Me Do It - Devil Kylo x Flip x Reader

Is Your Soul for Sale? part i - Vampire Kylo x Reader

Is Your Soul for Sale? part ii - Vampire Kylo x Reader

A Dance with the Devil - Vampire Kylo x Reader

Forever - Vampire Kylo x Reader

Ben:

Mirror, Mirror - Possessed Ben x Reader

Flip:

Ghost Town - Gunfighter Flip x Reader

Bad Moon Risin’ - Werewolf Flip x Lawyer Reader

Road Trip

Disturbin’ the Peace

Howlin’ for You

Everything A Big Bad Wolf Could Want

Fixer Upper

The Devil Made Me Do It - Devil Kylo x Flip x Reader

Shootin’ Gallery

Here Kitty, Kitty

Play By My Rules - Murderer Flip x Reader

Nobody Does It Better

Chase Me

Clyde:

Spooky Little Girl Like You

Pumpkin Spice

Wet Work

Nobody Does It Better

Charlie:

Spectral Evidence - Salem Witch Trials AU

Savor Each Sensation

Tricks before Treats

Something Sweet

Henry:

A Midsommar Night’s Dream

Carnival

Dan:

The Invisible Man

Crossovers:

Nobody Does It Better

Halloween Prompts

Halloween Ship Blurbs

Devils, Demons, Witches, Occult and Related Fic List

Graphics

Halloween Fic List

My Complete Masterlist

[bex-la-get]

This Unpredictable World (Adam x f!Detective)

Book: The Wayhaven Chronicles

Pairing: Adam du Mortain x Alma Cunningham

Word count: 2808

Summary: “We’ve spent so long trying to protect her from our world, that we never once thought about protecting her from her own.” Adam grapples with the dangers of the human world when Alma is in an accident.

Author’s Note: So, I threw my back out last week (always warm up before working out kids; it’s not worth the injury) and I thought “Ooh, how would UB react if the detective was injured?” And this was supposed to be fluffy, I swear... but then it wasn’t and here we are. Sorry? 😅

TW: Car accident, drunk driving, mentions of blood and injury.

Laughter. That was the sound he missed most. 

Alma’s laugh had always been infectious. From the moment he met her, her laughter had drawn him in like a moth to a flame. He had resisted it, at first; fighting the urge to say things that might have elicited that laughter from her. But as time went on, he began to give in. He began to relish the sound of her laugh. The one that made her throw her head back and close her eyes as she reveled in the thing bringing her joy. The one that made his heart skip a beat every time he heard it. 

Now, he’d give anything to hear it again. To see that bright smile of hers and watch as her face lit up; to hear her laugh that always reminded him of windchimes echoing throughout the sky. All he wanted was to hear that laugh, to see her smile. If he could just have that, then he knew everything would be okay...

Instead, Adam was stuck staring at the walls of the facility common room, desperately waiting to hear something, anything. The lack of answers was slowly killing him. He needed to know she’d make it out of this. That she was going to live. 

Alma had been in a car accident; a bad one. She had been hit by a drunk driver causing her to skid off the road and crash into some nearby trees. She’d sustained some serious head trauma, several broken ribs, and internal bleeding in her lower abdomen. She had lost consciousness almost immediately but not before quickly calling her mother stating she was in trouble.

The Agency had moved fast; faster than normal emergency services would have been able to. One word from Agent Cunningham and several medical units were on their way to the crash site, Rebecca hot on their tail. Unit Bravo, having walked into the chaos that was surrounding the facility, barely had any idea of what was going on until Nate heard someone mention Alma’s name in the same sentence as “car crash.” 

Adam’s world had come to a standstill at the news, his heart pounding so hard, he thought it might burst. When he met Nate’s eyes, his old friend nodded once and the four vampires piled into the car, following the medical units to where Alma was. “We don’t know how bad it is, Adam,” Nate had said, attempting to soothe Adam’s nerves. “She could be completely fine for all we know.”

Adam had nodded, but he wasn’t convinced.

When they had arrived at the crash site, his stomach dropped. Alma’s car was crushed in on several sides, smoke emitting from the hood. He couldn’t see her but he could hear the medics attempting to talk to her as they wriggled the door open. He didn’t hear her respond to them.

With a grunt, the medics opened the battered car door and Adam had watched in horror as Alma’s body slumped, nearly falling out of the vehicle. The medics converged over her blocking his view and he moved to get closer. He had to see her up close, he had to know she was okay.

A hand on his shoulder had stopped him and he turned to find Mason looking at him, a look of distress on his face. “Adam, don’t; her blood’s too strong. I can smell it all the way over here.”

Adam looked back at Alma, now being moved onto a gurney, and realized how bloodied she was. He could smell her now too; the smell of her mutated blood reaching him even as he stood yards away. He turned around and took a few steps farther away in an attempt to get away from the overwhelming scent of her. He needed to keep a clear head and, as much as it pained him, the farther away he was from her at the moment, the easier that would be.

The sound of footsteps gained their attention and they turned to find Agent Cunningham walking towards them, her face sullen and pale. “Agent Cunningham,” Nate had said, “we came as soon as we heard. Is Alma going to be alright?”

Rebecca gave them a sad smile. “Thank you for coming; to answer your question, I don’t know. They’re going to rush her back to the facility and assess her injuries there. She might need surgery. I don’t know much beyond that right now.”

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Felix asked, his usual cheery demeanor replaced with worry.

Rebecca shook her head. “Thank you, but no. Unfortunately, all we can do right now is wait.”

And wait they would. After Alma had been rushed to the facility and the intoxicated driver taken into custody-- their injuries far less severe and life-threatening-- Unit Bravo returned to the facility, the air around them heavy as they waited for an update on their detective. Some time after their return, Agent Cunningham entered the room notifying the vampires that, as of right now, Alma would not need surgery, much to everyone’s relief. But she wasn’t out of the woods yet. “The doctors are keeping her under close monitoring for the next twenty-four hours; they think the internal bleeding will stop on its own but if it doesn’t, they’re going to take her into emergency surgery. Same with her head injury.”

“When is she expected to wake up?” Adam asked.

Rebecca shrugged, the gesture taking more effort than normal. “I don’t know; she’s currently under a lot of medication. She could be out for a few hours or a day.” She pinched the bridge of her nose and took a ragged breath. “I’m sorry, I wish I had more information.” It was unclear if she was speaking to Unit Bravo or herself.

Nate stepped forward and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You have nothing to apologize for; we understand how difficult this must be for you.”

She looked at Nate sadly and nodded. “Thank you.” Her phone chirruped and she moved to exit, muttering a small “Excuse me,” as she left. Unit Bravo looked at each other, the same looks on all of their faces. Worry. Distress. Anxious.

Adam was the first to break away from the group, moving to a nearby sofa and dropping onto it heavily. He pulled a small photo-- the one he and Alma had taken when undercover at the carnival-- from his pocket and stared at it, his fingers running over the image of her. It had just been for show, he had told himself at the time; but the way she stared at him in this photo told him otherwise. It had never been for show for her. 

And, if he was honest, it had never been for show for him either.

“Are you alright?” a familiar voice asked from next to him. He hadn’t even noticed Nate had sat down with him.

Adam closed his eyes and folded the photo closed. “No.”

Nate rested a hand on his shoulder and Adam looked at him. “We have to believe she’s going to be okay, Adam. Entertaining any alternative isn’t going to help anyone.”

Adam dropped his shoulders. “I know.”

“But?”

Adam reopened the photo and looked down at it sadly. “We’ve spent so long trying to protect her from our world,” he began, “that we never once thought about protecting her from her own.”

“No one could have predicted this, Adam,” Nate reasoned. “Try as we might, we can’t protect her from everything.”

“It’s our job to protect her from everything,” Adam argued. “I-- we should have been there, with her. We could have--”

Nate tightened his hold on Adam’s shoulder. “It was an accident, Adam. A preventable one, yes, but an accident nonetheless. We’re not seers; we can’t predict what’s going to happen every time we walk out the front door. You can’t beat yourself up over that.” Adam sighed and said nothing but Nate knew he had heard him. He squeezed his shoulder once more then stood up. “She’s in the best care possible; and she’s strong. She’ll pull through.”

As Nate walked away, Adam returned his attention to the small photo, once again tracing Alma’s image. “She’ll pull through,” he repeated, in a whisper. “She has to.”

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Twenty-four hours passed slowly. And with very little update.

Rebecca had been allowed into the room around the eight-hour mark and Unit Bravo had been allowed in a few hours later. If Adam had thought seeing the detective would ease his nerves, he had been wrong. Her blood had been long cleaned off and any open wounds had been cleaned and stitched but she still looked so small. So fragile.

Alma laid unconscious on the hospital bed, her arms and face covered with bruises and scratches. There was an IV attached to one arm while the heart monitor beeped consistently in the corner; not that it was necessary. Adam had been listening for her heartbeat ever since they had returned to the facility. He was reassured that it remained as steady and strong as always. Still, the current sight of her made his heart ache. 

He watched the rise and fall of her chest, her breathing steady, then looked over her face, eyes relaxed in sleep. He hoped she was having a good dream; she had mentioned once that she still had nightmares of Murphy. The idea that that monster still haunts her made Adam’s fists clench; he hoped, above all else, that she wasn’t dreaming of him at this time. May she never dream of him ever again.

As the hours ticked on, Unit Bravo began to retire to their rooms, after reassurances from the doctors that Alma wasn’t likely to wake until tomorrow. Even Rebecca eventually retired, emotionally drained from the day. Eventually, the only person to remain in the room was Adam.

When he was alone, Adam moved from his place in the corner to a nearby chair. He dragged it over until it was right next to Alma’s bedside and took a seat. For a long moment, he sat in silence, listening to the sound of Alma’s heartbeat and the quiet sounds of her breathing. Then, he reached for her hand and took it in both of his, his fingers resting on the pulse point on her wrist. It was one thing to hear it, but upon feeling her heartbeat, his shoulders dropped from their tense position and he released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“Come back, Alma,” he said, quietly. He was positive she couldn’t hear him but he still felt the need to say something. Anything, really. He just… needed to talk to her. “Come back to me. Please.” He clasped her hand in his and he placed a soft kiss to her knuckles. “We need you. I need you. Please.”

The night passed slowly, the hours feeling more like days. With the exception of the occasional check-up from Elidor, Adam remained Alma’s only visitor for the entirety of the night, his hand never leaving hers. He would occasionally talk to her, sharing mindless thoughts with her, ranging from a book he had recently read to Felix’s recent antics with Mason’s laundry. He had hoped that by talking to her, she might be able to hear him and know he was there. That he would always be there.

It was nearing sunrise now; the early hours were quiet and undisturbed. Adam’s hand still held Alma’s tightly as he watched her heart monitor, her heartbeat still strong and steady as it always was. A small smile on his lips, he became so focused on the monitor that he almost missed Alma’s hand tightening around his. Almost.

He looked down at their clasped hands before looking to her face to find her hazel eyes fluttering open. He sucked in a breath as her eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the hospital room before locking with his. “Adam?”

He released a sound that was a mix between a laugh and a sob and used his free hand to brush some stray strands of hair behind her ear. “Good morning.”

She leaned into his touch. “What happened?” she asked, her voice thick with sleep.

He frowned. “You were in an accident. You were--” he hesitated to speak his next words-- “you were hit by an intoxicated driver.”

Alma released a breath. “Shit. Are-- are they okay?”

There she went again, worrying about others before herself. Adam fought the urge to shake his head at her kindness; she was too good with people sometimes. “They do not deserve your concern; as far as I care, they’ve been arrested and incarcerated. That is all that matters.”

Alma frowned in disagreement but didn’t argue the point further. Instead, she tightened her grip on his hand. “Where’s everyone else? Mum?”

“They retired for the evening last night. I should alert them that you’re awake.” He began to slide his hand from hers as he shifted out of the chair but she held on tightly.

“Don’t go,” she whispered. “I-- I don’t really wanna be alone.”

His eyes met hers and a small smile settled onto his lips before sinking back into the chair. Instead, he pulled out his phone, sent off a quick text to the rest of Unit Bravo and Agent Cunningham, then returned his attention to Alma. She was studying his face, a thoughtful look on her face.

“What is it?” he asked.

Tentatively, she reached with her free hand and cupped his cheek. He leaned into her touch almost on instinct. “You look tired. Did you sleep?”

He chuckled dryly. “No. I don’t need to sleep, remember?”

“Adam--” she began, the sound of disapproval in her voice.

He shook his head. “I’m alright, Detective,” he told her, quietly. “I-- I didn’t want to miss an update on your condition. I--we were worried about you.”

She brushed her thumb across his cheek. “Thank you for staying.”

He closed his eyes and relished in the feel of her hand on his cheek. He covered her hand with his free one, as if holding it there. “I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost you, Alma,” he said, softly. It was so quiet Alma almost missed it; but she was grateful she hadn’t.

“I’m here now,” she reassured. “And I’m safe. That’s the important thing.”

He nodded. “That it is.” 

“Tu omnia,” she whispered.

He smiled. Then, acting off of instinct rather than logic, he removed his cheek from her hand only to turn his face and place a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist, right above her pulse point. Her pulse sped up at his gesture and he placed one more kiss higher up on her palm. “Tu omnia,” he repeated.

Just then, he could hear the sound of several sets of feet rushing their way towards the hospital room and he stood up from the chair, giving Alma’s fingers one last squeeze, then moved away to the corner of the room. Alma gazed at him confused but understanding soon flickered across her features when the door opened and her mother appeared.

“Alma!” Rebecca practically ran to her daughter’s bedside, pulling her into a tight hug as the rest of Unit Bravo trailed in after her. Alma returned her mother’s hug before looking to the rest of Unit Bravo and smiling. Within seconds, Felix and Nate had her wrapped in a bear hug, Mason standing nearby with his signature smirk, making Alma laugh in response. 

Adam’s heart skipped a beat. There was that laugh again; the one he had missed so much, the one he had craved to hear when she had been unconscious. Hearing it now was like hearing a beautiful piece of music for the first time after being unable to hear anything; his shoulders released their usual tension and he smiled softly.

“So, no one’s bothered to tell me what happened to my car,” Alma said, looking at her mother.

Rebecca grimaced. “Uh--”

“Your car’s totaled,” Mason interjected. “But on the plus side, the forest now has a nice shiny fender element to it.”

“Mason!” Nate reprimanded.

Alma shook her head, smiling. “I should’ve known.”

“You can use one of the Agency’s vehicles while we find you a replacement,” Rebecca offered.

“Preferably something that doesn’t look like it’ll break upon getting into it,” Mason muttered.

Nate groaned. “Mason!” 

Alma laughed again, making Adam’s heart swell at the sound. There were still some loose ends that needed tying up: Alma would still need time to fully recover and the intoxicated driver would need to be taken care of at some point. But for now, she was smiling and laughing and safe. For now, that was all that mattered.

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[snesdudes]

FIST FIGHTING WITH FIRE

chapter I

Pairing: Mason x Detective (Alice Santos)

Warnings: Book 3 demo SPOILERS!!! Cursing, some angst, mentions of sex, Mason being Mason, I guess. Sorry if there are any mistakes!

Word count: ~2k

Summary: A week after that scene on Haley’s Bakery, Mason deals with the aftermath of his words... Or has he been dealing with it since the very moment he said them?

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"Are you gonna put that down?" Nate's voice sounded gentle even when his eyes looked at him in concern. As a response, Mason took another drag of the cigarette before letting it fall to the floor and stumping it with his boot. 

"We gonna go inside or what?" He pretended he wasn't worried.

A week had gone by since his last encounter with the detective. Since he last heard her voice, tasted her lips, looked into her eyes. 

And it was goddamned near killing him.

It hadn't been the last time he had seen her -thank God- since he had checked on her more times than he would admit willingly. The sight of her running down the street, away from his words, away from him, made him ache in a way he wasn't used to. The strange pull on his chest, tightening, constricting, had nothing to do with the kind of aching she used to inflict on him. When that tightening sensation was on the pit on his stomach, a heat surging on his lower belly and expanding. 

When she teased him relentlessly, her usually shy persona changing dramatically the moment they were alone in her bedroom - and her hallway, and her kitchen, and her couch. That aching, he could get used to.

This one, nonetheless… was awful.

He had been inside the SUV the next morning, a cloud of smoke surrounding him when she exited her apartment to leave towards the station. Her bright red hair was pulled up in a ponytail, half her face hidden behind a pair of large sunglasses.

"Come on, sweetheart, let me see your face." He muttered to himself as he watched her advance to her beat up car, long fingers drumming on the steering wheel nervously. But she didn't comply. Instead he saw her get in the driver's seat and take a shuddering breath while she checked her phone, apparently not finding in its screen what she hoped for. 

Did she wipe her cheeks with her sleeve?

He waited two days before he tried to check on her again. This time at night. He stood among the shadows at the edge of the street, his hearing searching for her heartbeat to know if she was home. The sound let him know she was there indeed, though by the force of it probably not asleep… and quickly knew she wasn't alone.

The cigarette burned his fingers for a few seconds before he reacted and threw it. He couldn't just barge in, could he? Even less after what he told her - after making her cry.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

He stood there for two more hours until he saw Tina leaving Alice's apartment. The sigh he exhaled surprised him in new ways. 

It was late at night before her heartbeat let him know she had finally fallen asleep. He had lost the count of the times he had almost crossed the street to bang on her door. 

The mood had dropped lower and lower on the Unit as days passed by. He wasn't sure if it was because he was feeling like shit, because he hadn't told them anything about it even when they had asked repeatedly or because - and that's what he feared - they all missed her. She had kept her distance, only updating Adam on work-related stuff and occasionally texting Felix back, but it wasn't enough. They needed her - they, because Mason had to believe it was all of them and not just himself. Her cheery, strong presence, her incessant chatting and her patience… 

Mason was starting to understand she was irreplaceable. And no one should be. 

That was why they had reluctantly agreed to go to the local bar that night, after Felix pestered them about it for two days. And he didn't know if he wished she was there or the complete opposite. 

The vampire was usually ruthless with his words, but always honest. He told the crude, ugly truth, and if someone didn't like it, they could go to hell for all he cared. It didn't matter if he hurt them or angered them. He didn't give a shit.

But the guilt growing and gnawing at his insides for a week told him otherwise this time. Which could mean two things: or he didn't really mean what he said or he just hated to hurt her. In the worst case scenario, both statements were right.

His brain had replayed the moment over and over. The soft smile she was giving him when their lips parted, hers looking plumper after he moved away, thinking he wasn't nearly done with those lips. Her bright eyes seemed to sparkle with the sunlight that filtered through the windows, and for a few seconds, everything was perfect. They were on their own bubble, sharing breaths and body heat, and the sound of her fluttering heartbeat was the only thing he could hear. Her sweet coconut perfume was the only thing he could smell. He could still feel the tingling in his lips because of her own. And the way she looked at him…

She looked at him in a way that made his breath catch and his pulse kick up. The way his heart nearly seemed to burst threatened to consume him, and he had to look away. He had to look away because he didn't know what he would do if he looked at her for a moment longer. 

Still reeling, confused and scared and anxious, he tried to figure out what was happening. And it all was too much and he heard what the waitress said and had to draw the line that had become blurred between them. So he said those words. And when her smile faltered, his heart seemed to contract and become smaller, and again he looked away. 

He only caught a second of her tear filled eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks, as Alice got up from her chair, almost knocking it over. He almost expected her to snap at him. 

But what she did was so much worse.

Her voice broke and she ran away. He could still hear her heart when he got up to follow her, beating so rapidly it made his own speed up to match it. She took a shuddering breath, so close to a sob he stopped in his tracks. 

He was paralyzed, watching her go. Knowing her pain was his fault.

Felix pulled him away from his thoughts when he stepped forwards and opened the door of the small bar, his demeanor joyful and excited. Nate smiled and followed him, Adam joining as if he was trying not to ruin the night for them. Mason took a deep sigh and followed. 

Alice knew he was there even before Verda's eyes widened and he elbowed Tina, making her drink dangerously shake in her hand. The redhead took a deep breath. The way the back of her neck heated up and her skin exploded into goosebumps was the telltale sign of his grey eyes on her. 

Maybe the worst of it all was that she had no right to be upset. He had been clear even before the first kiss - just sex, no complications. Had she been reading too much into it? In the way he seemed to orbitate towards her whenever they were in the same room? How he seemed to relax and want to actually talk to her? Was all of it her heart guiding her brain and not the other way around?

Alice didn't know how she would react when she saw him again, therefore she had avoided the Unit altogether, but this moment had to come. She was still hurt and trying to figure out her feelings for the infuriating vampire, but still the Unit were her friends. Her family, the closest thing she ever had.

She had to pretend. For herself, for him and for the Unit.

So she turned around with a smile, hopefully convincing enough.

"There she is!" Felix chanted happily before he strode towards Alice through the tables. Her smile seemed to freeze on her face the moment their gazes locked. 

Fuck, she looks stunning. Her hair was wavy and bright as the fucking sun and she wore a lipstick to match. His breath caught on his throat the same way it seemed to happen to her. His fingers twitched, as if wanting to reach out for her without his permission. He almost took a step forward, missing her closeness and the peace she brought with her. Her own peace and storm, all mixed up inside him.

Black looks good on this man. The black henley shirt wrapped around all the right places, and when he ran a hand through his long hair she almost passed out with the urge to feel those biceps around her. He was looking at her and there was no hostility in his gaze. A flash of something passed through his eyes, but she was too far to read it. Regret? Longing? Maybe he just felt awkward after her outburst at Haley's Bakery. She wished she could go back in time, before she felt her heart aching at the sight of him. To the last time she had been tangled with him on her bed, feeling his heartbeat against her skin, his breath on her neck just above her scar.

Could she? Could she keep on having sex with him knowing he would never be truly hers? Not all of him? Why did she ever agree? She had known he would consume her. She had known she was doomed. She had known she was going to fall from him since the morning she woke up with his scent on her sheets. 

Her attention snapped to the brightest smile she had ever seen and she couldn't help but genuinely grin at Felix. Who would have known a vampire would actually be the personification of a ray of fucking sunshine?

"Allie!" He wrapped her in a bear hug while she was half getting up and raised her the rest of the way, until her feet didn't touch the ground, and the detective squealed in delight as she returned the hug, before laughing. 

Had her laugh always been so goddamn beautiful or had Mason just missed it like crazy?

The rest of them sauntered towards the table and Mason didn't miss the glare Tina was throwing his way. Girls talk, man. He ignored her completely, letting himself fall into a chair with Adam taking the seat next to him. 

Nate was the next to hug Alice, although softer, and Mason watched as she closed her eyes, as if she had missed them just as much.  She spoke over Nate's shoulder. "I'm so glad to see you. I was just going to get another round, this one's on me!" 

"Actually, this was enough for me." Verda spoke while getting up, throwing a meaningful gaze to Tina.

"Y-yeah, same. Early morning tomorrow." 

"Oh. Okay." Alice said, suddenly a little shy, finally letting go of Nate, who sat at the other side of Mason. 

"I'll go with you to get the drinks!" Felix offered enthusiastically, asking all of them what they wanted while Verda and Tina said their goodbyes and left. 

Like a magnet, their gazes found each other again. She was trapped in his just as much as he was in hers, but she broke it first, turning her eyes to the ground. She hadn't looked so insecure around them since the day they met. Her shoulders were slumped and she had her own arms around her frame, hugging herself, as if trying to become smaller. He could see the movement of her eyelashes as she blinked rapidly, her heart beating a mile a minute inside her chest, teeth chewing on her red lower lip. She looked shy and fragile, but Mason knew she was the strongest woman he had ever encountered. 

Mason made a decision in that exact moment. 

He would be the one biting that lip before the night ended. And he would not let so many days go by without touching her ever again. 

He didn't even realize the magnitude of his thoughts, too caught up in the moment. He would deal with them later if they resurfaced. 

For Alice, it was absurd how difficult it was not to look at him. To pretend the floor of the bar was far more interesting than those deep pools that seemed to see right through her every single time. But then he spoke.

"Sweetheart."

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A/N: Ahhhh!! My first time writing Mason!! I’ve been obsessed with TWC since I read it and after the demo I just couldn’t help myself. Next chapter coming soon!! Let me know what you thought and if you’d like to be added to the taglist.

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[homeformyheart]

everything - adam du mortain x f!detective (twc)

day 7 - pain

author’s note:  i’m trying to keep the prompts for this month relatively light and it took me a while to think of something for ‘pain’ that wasn’t angsty, so i hope you enjoy!

copyright: all characters, except my oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – adam du mortain x f!detective (regina bishop) rating/warnings: 16+; swearing, pregnancy / childbirth word count: 1.9k based on/prompt: day 7 – pain from #28dateswithunitbravo challenge by @wayhavenmonthly summary: regina goes into labor while adam is away on a mission.

everything

regina stepped back to admire her handiwork with a satisfied smile, farah standing next to her with an arm around her shoulders.

“it looks really good, don’t you think?” she mused, taking in the soft lavender walls of the nursery decorated with plants and baby animals.

“you know adam’s going to kill you when he finds out you did any sort of physical labor while he was gone,” farah said, helping regina move the ladder and paint supplies to the corner of the room.

“you’d be surprised what i’ve been able to get away with,” regina shrugged, rubbing her large belly. “besides, by the time he comes back, the baby’ll practically be here.”

at thirty-eight weeks, she couldn’t see her toes and had adopted what she affectionately described as the “penguin waddle.” she groaned as she lowered herself on the couch, motioning to farah to help her settle her feet on top of a cushion.

“is that why you insisted he go on this emergency mission? so you could finish decorating the nursery on your own?” farah asked.

regina smiled smugly as she turned on the television. “about that emergency mission…”

farah turned to look at her. “don’t tell me…?”

“he and nate were getting on my nerves with all their fussing! so i asked rebecca if there was a low-risk assignment out of town she could give them that wouldn’t raise questions,” she said with a shrug.

her jaw dropped. she was both surprised that regina would mislead adam given how worried he’s been the past few months, and proud of her audacity.

“i’m guessing they’ve been getting on her nerves too. or maybe my dad was the same way. either way, she agreed in a heartbeat,” regina said.

farah shook her head fondly. “oh, i knew there was a reason i liked you,” she said, chuckling.

regina felt a sharp kick in her stomach and rubbed a hand soothingly over the spot. their son was due any day now and she was incredibly excited to meet him. it took a while for adam to come around to the idea of being a father, more so because of how it represented her human mortality more than anything else. even though the concept of family had taken on new meaning when she met unit bravo, she still felt like something was missing.

she had always wondered how different things would be had she gotten to know her father. or if her mother had been around more. they always had a good enough relationship, but it didn’t make up for the fact that for most of her upbringing, she didn’t really feel like she had a family.

and she wanted that so much for her and adam. even knowing how he felt about humans and about her mortality, it was still something she had hoped to have one day. multiple children preferably, since being an only child was incredibly lonely. it had taken a long time for adam to come around to the idea.

if she was being truly honest with herself, she wanted him to have a family line again, one that he could look after if she chose to stay human. they hadn’t talked about that possibility yet, and she certainly hadn’t thought about it too much, but she knew they’d have to decide eventually.

a sharp pain in her stomach made her gasp loudly. farah’s head whipped toward her.

“what’s wrong?”

regina just shook her head and pressed her lips together, squeezing her eyes shut until the pain had passed. “i think it’s just braxton hicks contractions. i’ll be fine.”

farah’s brow furrowed in concern and she didn’t look convinced. “maybe i should call adam. or maybe we should get you to the hospital, just in case.”

“let’s not worry him yet,” she said, wincing as she tried to stand up. “i’ll walk around a bit and get some water, that should help.”

farah leaped up from the couch and gave regina her arm for support. she rolled her eyes but took it anyway as they walked to the kitchen, glad that she wasn’t alone right now.

* * * * * adam wiped his hands with the towel nate had handed to him after they secured their charge in the back of the suv. he thought it was odd that agent bishop would assign them a mission as simple as transporting a rare supernatural breed back to the facility, but he wasn’t one to question orders. the mission wasn’t as simple as they all thought it would be given the creature, which on the outside looked like a hybrid sabretooth tiger and panther, had large wings that could send any one of them flying.

they were able to sedate the creature before it had a chance to escape, but adam made a mental note to recommend the agency build stronger cages for transporting such creatures. he was relieved that they were done with time to spare and he was hopeful he could be back with regina before the baby was born.

the ringing of his agency cell phone broke through the quiet of the car. at the sound of farah’s panicked voice, his grip on the phone tightened, the plastic beginning to crack.

“what? when? where? i’ll be right there!”

nate looked over at adam with concern, sharing a knowing look with morgan, who stepped out of the car.

“go, we’ll finish the mission and meet you at the hospital,” nate said, squeezing adam’s shoulder reassuringly. “you’ll be faster on foot.”

adam gave nate a relieved nod and stepped out of the car. morgan slid into the driver’s seat, adam disappearing before she could even turn on the ignition.

* * * * * rebecca had used her connections to make sure that regina had a private room to herself as they waited for adam and the doctor to arrive.

“where is he?” regina whined, wincing at the next contraction that hit. rebecca handed her more ice chips, which she took gratefully.

“on that mission you sent him on?” farah teased, pacing around the small room, choosing to ignore regina’s glares and rebecca’s pinched sighs.

“just breathe, regina,” rebecca said in her best soothing voice.

regina was getting really tired of being told to breathe. “can someone just call him again please?”

adam stormed into the hospital, slowing his pace so as not to arouse suspicion. he barely noticed the blinding, fluorescent lights, given he had only one thing on his mind.

“where is my wife? regina bishop-du mortain. she’s in labor,” he said brusquely, to the receptionist on duty, who raised an eyebrow at his tone.

he mumbled an apology before sprinting to the room they told him to go to, only letting out a sigh of relief once he opened the door and saw that regina was fine.

well, as fine as she could be given the amount of pain she was in.

“no one told me this would hurt this much!” she cried, feeling overwhelmed as the contractions began to come stronger.

“i’m here,” he said quickly, giving her a kiss on the forehead and grabbing her hand.

rebecca gave him an understanding nod and stood up from her seat, motioning for farah to follow her out. “i’m going to go get some coffee and check in with the team.”

“i’m sorry, i came as fast as i could,” adam murmured, wincing at the sound of regina’s cries as another contraction hit her.

she gripped his hand tightly and he was thankful that his vampire abilities allowed him to withstand her crushing grip. he was pretty sure a human could not handle being a pregnant woman’s stress ball. nate and morgan walked in, faces pinched at the sterile smell and fluorescent lights, just as regina let out another pained gasp.

“i’ll take getting stabbed with needles by murphy over this. please make it stop!” she whined, tossing her head from side-to-side as adam tried to mop the sweat from her brow with a towel.

morgan scoffed. “you don’t remember shit from that night, do you? we all thought you were done for.”

regina glared at her. “have you ever pushed a bowling ball out of your body? no? then shut up!”

nate covered up a laugh with a cough, smiling as morgan let out a huff and stormed out of the room.

“if i could bear this pain for you, i would in a heartbeat,” adam murmured, drawing soothing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb.

“while i appreciate the sentiment, that doesn’t help me! where is my doctor?!” she snapped, trying to take deep, calming breaths.

“i’ll go find out,” nate offered, eager to avoid the pregnant woman’s ire.

it didn’t take long before the doctor arrived and announced that she was ready to head to the delivery room. she held adam’s hand tightly on the way to the room, grateful that the doctor and nurses insisted that everyone else needed to stay in the waiting area. she didn’t think she could even handle rebecca being in the room.

the amount of relief she felt instantly evaporated once she was told to start pushing. if it wasn’t for adam, holding firmly onto her hand and distracting her with stories from the most memorable missions he led before arriving in wayhaven, she was sure she would’ve passed out from stress and exhaustion hours ago.

“i don’t think i can do this,” she whispered, tears in her eyes, as the doctor encouraged her keep pushing.

adam wiped the sweat from her forehead and leaned in close. “yes, you can. you have survived a blood transfusion, multiple kidnappings, and protected everyone around you time and time again. you are stronger than you give yourself credit for. you can do this.”

regina nodded weakly, but with a renewed look of determination on her face. she gave everything she had in one final push and instantly fell back in exhausted relief at the sound of the baby’s cries echoing throughout the room. she cracked open one eye to see adam cradling their son close despite the smells and sounds that must be overwhelming his senses.

by the time she was back in her room, she was feeling a little more like her normal self. adam kept saying how proud he was of her and how amazing she was, and she was just happy to finally have the family she always wanted. she didn’t bother to hold back the tears that spilled when she held her son for the first time, or seeing the overwhelmed look on rebecca’s face when she got to hold her grandchild. each member of unit bravo took turns holding their son, and even morgan’s grumpy demeanor softened at the new addition.

“i was thinking we could name him jacques rook du mortain,” she said softly, leaning into adam’s side as he wrapped his arm around her, having perched himself on the bed to keep her close.

he looked down at her, eyes shining with unshed tears, moved by the significance of her suggestion.

“thank you,” he whispered, leaning in to give her a kiss. “for giving me everything and more, my love.”

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