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animereaderinsertwriter · 3 years

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Cupbearer (Eren/Reader)

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV (in progress)

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (im watching you, if you see this, begone!), vampire!eren, hunter!reader, fem!reader, smut, some amount of predator/prey dynamics but only kinda?? there is also a significant age difference but only cos eren is immortal and all that jazz. we're all adults here. there will eventually be smut.... and do i really need to say that there's gonna be blood in a vampire fic?

Description: A story of falling in love in 4 parts.

Eren is a bad man (well, a bad Creature) who has done bad things. When he meets the great-great-great granddaughter of one of his former friends in his favorite blood bar, however, he thinks it might not matter so much what happened in the past, so long as he can make the future something worth living to see.

Ao3 link here

Part I

A lamb in a den of lions, he thought, watching the newcomer as she settled in, ordering whiskey neat. A fool, for sure.

A fool she may be, perhaps, but even fools could be dangerous. Eren had known that the young woman was a Hunter from the moment she entered the bar (everyone else had, too) but something told Eren that she was hardly cut from the same cloth as the average Bane of Creatures. There was something in her movements— a predatory grace in her stride, perhaps, or a stiff, straight posture, with muscles tensed and ready for action— that betrayed her power to him; but for all that, she really was lovely, and the image of a rabbit caught in a patch of bramble came to mind whenever he looked at her.

Sitting in a corner, drinking his B-neg, he watched the woman as she sipped her drink, checking over her shoulder now and then. She was wary— as anyone with good sense would be— but she didn't appear frightened, and Eren's curiosity was piqued. It wasn't every day that someone so bold happened across his path, and it became harder and harder for him to resist the urge to approach her.

Eventually, Eren gave in to his curiosity— he never had been very good at or even particularly fond of restraining himself— and when he came silently up behind her, the newcomer didn't even notice his presence until he murmured a greeting close to her ear.

"Hello, little love," he said, and she startled in her seat. "Are you lost?"

She turned around then, her eyes big and bright in the dim lighting of the bar, but by the time she managed to look at the spot where Eren would have been, he was already seated on the barstool beside her. Eventually, though, her eyes found his, and when their gazes met, Eren was amused to find no fear in her visage.

"Far from it," she told him, turning her body towards him. "I am precisely where I mean to be."

Eren blinked, nonplussed.

"Curious," he said, leaning forward so that she could see the sharpness of his teeth as he spoke. "Do you fancy yourself a wolf among sheep, little Hunter? Did you really not think we would know you for what you are the moment you crossed the threshold of this place?"

Any normal, human ear would have missed the way her heart leapt in her chest, but Eren missed nothing. The fear he had hoped to inspire in her was present after all, but her face never moved from its impenetrable mask— an affectation that was somehow both soft and steely at once.

"That's not what I'm here for," she told him, widening the distance between her knees as she readjusted on the stool. "I'm here to discover the truth."

The truth— what an odd notion!— and yet Eren sensed no lie in her.

"You're a strange one," he told her, but forced himself to relax his posture to appear lazy, almost drunk. "Most Hunters— even ones so pretty as yourself— shoot first and worry about the truth later. What's your name?"

Her nose crinkled. "It's polite to give your own first."

Sharp, he thought, watching her closely. Names have power.

"Eren Jaeger."

"Eren Jaeger," she echoed, then extended her hand. "My name is (Y/N)."

That name sounded familiar to Eren— and though most names did after living a few centuries, this one seemed to hit closer to home. He knew that name, and knew it well…

"What's your surname?"

(Y/N)'s eyes flashed with an emotion that Eren didn't catch.

"Kirschtein," she replied, averting her eyes. "I'm Jean Kirschtein's great-great-great granddaughter."

And damn if Eren didn't want to laugh. Perhaps his nosiness into the posterity of his old acquaintances really was as bad of an idea as Armin always seemed to imply.

"I see," he said, and he truly, truly did. "Then you know who I am— what I am— and what I've done."

More than that, if she truly did know who he was, it was unlikely that she had come without a specific purpose in mind.

(Y/N) nodded, confirming his suspicions. "I was digging around in my family history and— well— I read what my grandfather wrote, and I just— I wanted the truth."

So wide-eyed, so innocent— so alive. Eren could see now her resemblance to Jean; if they were not similar in looks, she had his sharpness, his humanness… and, as he always had Jean, Eren envied her for it.

"If that's the case, then I'm sure you know that you don't get something for nothing," he told her, sipping his drink just to watch the expression on her face as he let the warm blood slide down his throat. "And that dealings with me can be dangerous."

"Jean Kirschtein loved you, Eren Jaeger," she told him fiercely and with such conviction that Eren nearly choked on his drink. "To take such a tone with me, to threaten me, the last living remnant of him, is the most disrespectful thing I've ever heard."

Eren was about to say that he didn't owe her, Jean Kirschtein, or anyone else any sort of respect, but she plowed on, unwilling to let him say his piece.

"You broke his heart a million ways by doing what you did, but— but he was your friend through all of it, no matter what side each of you were on," (Y/N) continued, passion aflame in her eyes. "I can't even imagine what inspired such a love, such a loyalty from him that he would forgive you for the horrors you caused. That's what I'm here to find out— what you have that a man such as him would find you redeemable."

The reproof in her words stung, but Eren was too old to argue. She could never understand what it was like back then.

"I understand more than you think," she snapped, and Eren actually flinched. "I understand that you hurt the woman my grandfather loved immeasurably, and that he forgave you for that even though he never even particularly liked you. I understand that you were ready to sacrifice the world for that selfsame woman, for Jean, and for all the others. I understand that you're a monster who loved and was loved back, but I want to know why."

How? Eren thought, shaken.

How had she known his thoughts? It was as though she had seen straight through to his innermost being.

Without speaking, she answered his question. (Y/N) took a hand and rolled up her left sleeve, presenting to him a scarred marking in the shape of a pentagram.

"My grandfather didn't settle down with just anyone," she told him, holding his gaze. "I come from a line of powerful witches, all of whom possessed strong claircognizance. Paired with my nature as an empath, you can assume I know what you're going to say before you say it."

Eren hummed, trying to appear less perturbed than he was.

"And yet you hunt Creatures for a living; strange, since you're practically one of us yourself."

(Y/N) glowered. "I hunt monsters that prey on my people, not Creatures. No innocent has died by my hand."

The unlike you went unsaid, but that didn't mean that Eren didn't hear it anyway.

"Don't get high-and-mighty with me, girl," he told her roughly. "Knowing is one thing, but experiencing what we experienced is another."

"I'm not here to judge you," she replied. "I told you, I'm here for truth, nothing more."

"And I told you that the truth doesn't come for free," he told her darkly. "You must give me something in return."

(Y/N) set her jaw.

"What would you have of me?"

It was a mean, base request. Eren was wicked for even thinking it, and vile for wanting it— but looking at the great-to-however-many-degrees granddaughter of a good man that he had once known, seeing the vitality that brought a flush to her cheeks and thumping to her heart, he knew he couldn't pass up this golden opportunity.

It had been so long since he'd had a Companion.

"Become my cupbearer for six moons," he told her, crossing his arms. "Starting with tonight, the moon becomes new; let me drink from you until six of these have passed, and along the way, you will learn what you want to know."

(Y/N) eyed him warily.

"Can you assure my physical safety?"

Eren grunted, almost amused. It was a bit late to be worrying about that.

"I think you know that I can."

"And will you let me continue in my duties as a Hunter?" she asked, her eyes searching his own as if she would find the answer to her question there inside the same eyes he'd had since he was nineteen. "Completely uninhibited?"

"That depends. Will you kill Creatures in the discharge of your duties?"

(Y/N) made a face. Eren had forgotten how expressive mortals could be, but he found that being reminded was not altogether unpleasant.

"You know I will," she replied, "But you have my word that any killing won't be unprovoked."

Eren supposed it was as close to a compromise as he could expect.

"As you wish it, so shall it be."

He turned away, signaling to the bartender for another drink, but a lightning-fast hand shot out to grab his wrist.

"Swear it," she demanded. "I need us to be Bound by it."

The meanness in Eren finally won over. He reached forward, grabbing (Y/N) by the neck, and the silver rings on her fingers burned him as she pulled at his hand to try and restore her breath. Eyes from all around the room were on the two of them— had been, since the very beginning— but it was only once the Hunter before him began to look appropriately humbled that he withdrew.

"Do not touch me without my permission," he said, "And I will return the favor."

(Y/N) looked at him then, but there was still no fear in her eyes. Anger, yes, but no fear.

She must be mad, or foolish one, he thought, considering her for a moment. I always have been partial to mad fools in general, but…

Something about her seemed different, and Eren didn't know what to do other than accept what she had to offer. Heavens knew he was getting the better end of the deal anyway.

"Swear it," she repeated, this time more quietly. "Give your word, and I will be your cupbearer."

Eren brought his hand up and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. At his will, the nail tip of his forefinger sharpened, hardening into a point; he used it to draw an 'X' onto the skin just over where his heart rested inside his chest, cold and dead. Blood welled into the cut— precious little, compared to that of a human, but still enough to run down his chest in smudges— and it was by that blood that he swore. He spoke the terms of their agreement, then took the blood from his wound with the pad of his finger and marked the same spot over (Y/N)'s own heart.

"Satisfied?" he asked, their faces almost touching, and (Y/N) shivered.

"Yes."

Her warm, living breath fanned over his face with her reply, and Eren took the moment to close his eyes and appreciate the scent and sensation of it.

"You may think you're satisfied," he told her, pulling away, "But you don't know the meaning of the word."

She eyed him warily, but before she could speak, he added, "In six months' time, I'll ask you the same question, and it is then that you will truly know what it is to feel satisfied— satiated in every way."

"As you say."

It was a throwaway comment, nothing more than a dismissal, really; but Eren felt like it was the start of something truly remarkable.

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badass-at-fandoming · 4 years

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Just Little Ventrue Things ~

I finished a Camarilla Ventrue run of VTMB. Mostly, the only thing Ventrue these days know how to do is Dominate, run screaming, eat hot chip, and lie, and [high falsetto voice] here’s a list of other nonsense I discovered:

PC’s name is Christina; she’s a Dominatrix because I’m bi. Her sire was one of her clients, and she’s actually very, very angry about his death. She doesn’t mind being a vampire. She’s Wiccan and part of a coven

In this Camarilla run, I decided I would only do quests given by Camarilla members. My justification was that, while Christina is intelligent and curious about lore, she focuses on tasks that immediately relate to her and her goals. She’s not curious about others; won’t go out of her way to talk to them. She’s not a bleeding heart, like my other PCs, and she believes in the Camarilla’s laws. She just hates LaCroix for killing her sire. Her plan during the game is to curry as much favor within the Cam as possible and cozy up to LaCroix so she can stab him.

Enough backstory

Nonsense time

Smiling Jack laughs at you if you don’t eat a rat in the tutorial. LOL. The Ventrue dialog is like “I could barely choke down the homeless man: please don’t make me eat a rat!”

The blood in the Santa Monica haven’s fridge is now blue blood. Does regular blood make Ventrue sick? I was too scared to experiment.

[spots Mercurio] I am going to steal that ghoul

Rosa: The people you’re looking for are up there. Christina, assuming Rosa is a Cam agent: Okay, thanks, bye

Never spoke to the Thin-Bloods again (sorry Lily baby ;-;)

Everyone except Julius still leaves when the PC reaches Hollywood

If you try to feed on Julius, he WILL kick you in the head and you WILL glitch into the fire, be on fire; run away screaming in Prada

You can skip the whole basement of the Ocean House Hotel if you manage to jump over the hole in the staircase???? Like?? You mean the spookiest fucking level has been optional this whole time I”M

[ghost appears] [Christina smacks it with an axe] None of that.

Club girls speak to Christina and I’m on the FLOOR

Therese “kills” Jeanette, even though I had enough oompa to make that not happen.

Therese joins the Camarilla and says she’s in good position to be the next Prince??? Hello??? Where is our Prince Voerman ending????

Went straight to LaCroix, called him “sir,” and he name-dropped Napoleon.

LaCroix tells Christina to go visit the Anarchs. She blows the Anarchs off (Nines made a growly face, Damsel dialog yowl-exited out after I asked if she wanted to join the Cam; Skelter threatened to murder me twice). When LaCroix told Christina that, while he admired her Cam loyalty, she must listen to her enemies to understand what they wanted, it felt like he was actually being a good sire and mentor.

That’s weird.

When Christina asked for his history, he very carefully explained his lineage, like the important part of Ventrue culture it is.

Overall, I found LaCroix-being-nice-to-me extremely unsettling.

Sir. Stop smiling at me, sir. Stop being impressed I don’t ask for money. STOP MAKING ME UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE LIKE YOU, SIR.

In contrast, LaCroix sounded genuinely betrayed at the end

Also made it more obvious when he started to lose track of his marbles

Ventrue PC seems juuuuuuust tall enough for her forehead to glitch into the ceiling of literally any confined space

The dirty Elizabeth Dane policeman didn’t psspspspsp at Christina so the whole ship was 15 white-knuckled minutes of making police dance and scuttling about

There is!!! A lot less!!! Talking in this game!!! Than I remember!!! She is only good at talking and ordering people around i am bEGGING

All EXP goes to Dominate and making Christina extremely charismatic and buff.

Ventrue himbo????

Beckett un-himbo-ifies her

She insults Beckett on their first meeting, spitting out “What do you want, wolfie?!” I thought this was appropriate because she died like, 4 times on that warehouse mission and was Extremely Stressed And Under Duress

Beckett’s response of “Oh, you’re too young to have mouthed off to the truly old ones yet.” makes his later snide remark of “the young ones are so temperamental” 900% funnier. Yeah, LaCroix! Beckett thinks I’ve grown and am now more mature than you! XD

Missions involving sex workers hit different when you’re a sex worker.

Christina was incandescent with rage at the Brotherhood

Grout’s mansion mission was a lot of “I have no interest in this nonsense.”

For the first time ever, I didn’t kill anyone during the Museum quest! This is because Christina ran very fast and Dominated every guard as quickly as possible. Every single fucking guard knew she was there, but could do nothing about it, because they were dancing. The door to the sarcophagus locked (it will do this if too many guards are agro), but locked doors are no match for noclip hack.

Entertaining image of a tall woman absolutely blasting into this museum room and Beckett tackling her to the floor like wait! I must snark at you! You are legally obligated to speak with me!

Isaac is still somehow a pretty chill guy to work with if you’re Camarilla.

Christina didn’t visit VV or Ash. Interestingly, Ash didn’t show up at the hunter monastery later. Did he just die in his club? Is he still there, waiting, deciding?

Christina @ Andrei: what the fuck is this shit

“I don’t care. It’s ugly. Clean it up.”

SEWERS.

Not as bad as I was expecting

Did take shortcut, run away from fights, ducked out in the middle for a snack, and bring 7 blue blood packs tho

Gary threatened to shred her face with a cheese grater, which I thought was Toreador only dialog?? It must be connected to the Appearance Stat. Which Christina has maxed out.

When Heather became Christina’s ghoul, I was delighted because I thought this meant Christina would always have fresh blood.

If you ask to feed on her too soon after the last time, Heather says she feels light headed and wants to lie down. The dialog exits out

I love you, Heather bb

Perfected the art of nudging NPCs into corners

Mitnick’s quests now feature Enforced Nap Time for all guards

Seriously, Dominate is ridiculously powerful, hooooly shit. I get why people like it. I also like it when people do things I ask them to do.

Christina can’t sneak, but she CAN strongly encourage everyone to choke on their own tongues.

Very high contrast in the beginning of the game: 2 punches would knock her over, but anyone she spoke to would obey immediately and without question

Chinatown goes by ridiculously fast if you can’t sneak and don’t do any sidequests besides Mitnick’s.

For the first time ever, Zhao survived! This is because Christina made him take a nap.

He just told her to leave

You’re welcome, my good dude

IDK if it’s a game glitch, but Christina would vocalize? In battle, she grunts with effort and pain.

Got to the point where I kept expecting Dominate dialog in every interaction and would get disappointed if it didn’t show up. What do you mean I have to actually convince people? That’s lame.

Christina was polite and charming to Ming Xiao, who also conveyed a deeper betrayal than normal at the end. ;-;

I promise to give you a Ventrue boy toy soon, Xiao

Finale arc quests went by VERY FAST because Christina can’t sneak for shit. Just run in, Dominate blazing

You can skip the outside bit of the Hallowbrook Hotel if you find the open door on the top level what the fuuuuuuuuuCK

[“A Little Party Never Killed Nobody” plays while Christina wipes out the Sabbat in 10 minutes]

Andrei disappeared mid-fight and didn’t come back until I complained that only I was allowed to run away from boss fights

I’m categorizing “triggering the interaction to save Heather” as something quite difficult to do. The timing has to be just right. I’ve missed it twice now. BUT hacking into the game to save her is easy.

I love you, Heather bb

Final Beckett talk had the vibe of “You’re a very different person than me, but you’re also High Humanity and trying to do good. You don’t deserve to die.”

Damsel threatens to kick the shit out of Christina and is extremely reluctant to tell her where Nines is

“Out of all people, they send you? All right, let’s just talk terms.” - Nines because Christina was short with him one (1) time

WEREWOLF HARD

You can just?? Walk out of your haven?? Without speaking to Jack at all???

I didn’t do that

But I could have

[”Dust in the Wind” plays while Christina kills entire Camarilla hit squad in 3 minutes]

You can visit Mercurio and Trip on your way out of Santa Monica??

Mercurio makes no comment on the blood hunt. Business as usual with him. This is fine.

Christina: I’m SO going to adopt that ghoul. And perhaps Isaac can be convinced to part with Romero...

(For the first time ever, my PC boinked Romero. Twice, to receive the break up email)

This is definitely a glitch, but Christina brushed up against Caine, and a worried voice said, “Are you all right?” It sounded like the same voice actor, but a higher pitch?

Always nice to think about Caine demonstrating care

Christina asked Caine who he is, and Caine replied that he “gets people where they’re going. [He’s] a driver,” which is a nice nod (lol) to both his literal job as a driver and as a shepherd/creator/god to Kindred. Caine creates and makes fate.

Caine triple checks with Christina that she’s sure Strauss won’t betray her. Thanks, Vampire Dad. :’D

For some reason, only other Ventrue guarded LaCroix’s tower. I wonder if this is intentional. Like all the other Camarilla Clans backed Strauss and left? So only LaCroix’s Ventrue lackeys remain? Anyway, it created some weird moments where Christina fought her double.

KILL YOUR DOUBLE

Sheriff laughed in haughty joy that he was to kill Christina. I don’t remember him laughing in other playthroughs.

Christina ruining Caine and Jack’s prank oh noes

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impalas-r-important · 4 years

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Love of my Life - (6) How it all started

Summary: This is the story of how Dean and Y/N met.

Warnings: Some show level violence. Dean being a sap.

A/N: Okay, we're hitting rewind to delve into some back story before we continue on any further. I loved writing these next few chapters about how Dean and Y/N met. This is set just weeks after Dean returns from hell in S4. The italics are Dean's thoughts. Let me know if you'd like a tag for the rest of the series. Thanks for all the love!

Series Masterlist

DEAN'S POV

Sam and I were in over our heads and we knew it. What was supposed to be a small nest of vamps ended up being a whole house full. The first few we took care of easily, then they started coming out of the woodwork. Left and right, up and down, they were everywhere. So, we did what we always did; we went to work. Heads were rolling, blood was spattering, fangs were flying, but I was backed into a corner with 3 of them closing in on me and Sam had his own problems. He was on the floor, trying desperately to back away from two onrushing blood suckers. Both of us weaponless, we exchanged looks as if to say goodbye, and I prepared myself to fight for my life.

I raised my bloodied fists, staring straight into the eyes of the monster who would surely kill me. He took half a step forward before stopping dead in his tracks as a quick flash of a blade sliced through his neck so smoothly that his head stayed balanced for a moment before slipping off to the ground with his body following suit. I didn’t have even have enough time to feel shocked when the remaining two vamps who were cornering me met the same fate. What the hell? I thought to myself. I looked up to gauge the situation when I saw her. Long Y/H/C hair danced through the room, swiftly flowing as she expertly beheaded pests left and right, a machete in each hand.

“You just gonna stand there, or are you gonna help?” She yelled as she slid one of her blades over to me. I picked it up and joined back in the fight. She had already taken care of the vampires after Sam and he was by her side, picking them off quickly. I took care of another three, leaving just two left who were quickly retreating and too far away for us to catch them on foot. The strays had almost made it to the door when I saw the mystery hunter throw her machete, nailing one square in the back. She then grabbed my knife from my hand, flinging it at the other, leaving both of them lying on the ground. Two bullseyes. Damn.

Sam and I jogged over to them, pulled the blades from their backs and, in unison, sliced their heads off. Chests heaving, we looked up at each other, then over to the new girl who was wiping blood from her machete on the jacket of one of the victims.

“Bleh.” I heard her mutter to herself as she casually kicked a severed head from her path and walked over to us.

“Sam and Dean, right?” She asked.

Sam and I, both still shaking off the shock, hesitated to answer. Sam cut the silence. “Uhm, not to sound ungrateful, but who are you?”

“Your new favorite person.” She gave a teasing side smile. “I’m Y/N. Bobby Singer called me and asked if I could check in on you boys. He said something about you having your heads too far up your asses to ask for help.”

I got lost in her eyes when she looked at me and my heart was beating so heavily that I felt my legs shake with every thump. I could only hope she and Sam couldn’t hear it beating. Sam noticed my dreamy state and hit my side, pulling me from the trance. I cleared my throat and desperately searched for the words to invite her to stick around for the rest of the night. I had to get to know her. A million phrases ran thought my mind, but all that managed to slip from my mouth was, “We have a shower.”

Sam dramatically turned his head and looked at me like I had lobsters crawling out my ears. Y/N raised her eyebrow and nodded a little. “Okay. Good for you?” She replied, clearly confused.

“Oh, no, I just…. I, uh…” I stammered. Sam quickly interrupted me. Thank goodness.

“I think what my brother is trying to say is that you are welcome to come back to our motel and clean up if you want.”

“I actually have a room not too far off from here, but I appreciate the offer.”

Crap. Say something, Dean! Don’t just let her go.

“Well can we at least meet up with you and buy you dinner? We owe you that.” I, too eagerly, counter-offered, just relieved that I spoke in full sentences.

“Okay, yeah that sounds good. Let me go get this blood washed off first though.” Y/N agreed.

“Great, meet us at that old timey diner on main street at five.” Sam added.

“See you then, boys.” Y/N looked between the two of us and smiled.

“It’s a date!” The words flew out of my mouth before I even thought about them twice. “Well, not an actual date, but you know…” I rubbed the back of my neck and grimaced at my own stupid self. Y/N gave a small laugh and sent a wink my way before leaving.

Sam waited until the door was closing behind Y/N before he turned to me. “Dude... We have a shower?” He mocked, clearly trying to suppress his laughter, which escaped in a snort anyway. “You’ve got it bad!”

“I do not!” I tried to fight, but I knew I was lying to myself. Right now, I should be feeling lucky that we didn’t die a horrible death, but all I could think of were Y/N’s deep eyes, brilliant smile and that wink she sent my way. Damn, that wink. “Shut up. Let’s get outta here.”

Sam’s laughter continued all the way back to the motel. He was having way too much fun reenacting the “lost puppy” look on my face.

Sam was in the shower and I walked over to the mirror hanging above the desk and gave myself an internal pep talk.

You are Dean freaking Winchester. Girls don’t scare you and you will not be an idiot tonight!

I gave myself a reassuring nod then reminded Sam to hurry so I could wash all the vampire gunk off of me.

We pulled into the diner just before five and the waitress seated us. The minutes seemed to drag on and I couldn’t help but check my watch every few seconds.

“Dude, relax. I can feel your anxiety from across the table.” Sam said, not picking his eyes up from his menu. I sent him a glare and began to read down the list of food they had here. The bell at the door dinged, signaling someone had entered and my eyes shot up. There was Y/N, dressed in blue jeans and a plain white shirt. How could she be so beautiful in something so casual? She looked around and I waved my hand at her, my heart singing the second she saw me. I was mesmerized by her doing something so simple as just walking over to us at the table.

“You two clean up nice.” She greeted. Sam had purposely sat in the middle of his side of the booth with our coats on either side of him so she wouldn’t have any choice but to sit by me. You would have thought I had just finished running a marathon with how fast my heart was beating.

“So,” she picked up her menu and glanced over it, “you guys been here before? What’s good?”

Sam answered first. “We got some take out last night. The grilled chicken salad is pretty good.”

“Nah, come on. We’re celebrating! I don’t know about you guys, but seventeen vamps inside an hour is a personal record. You can’t celebrate properly with salad.”

I tried my best to hide my smile at her comment.

“My go to is always a cheeseburger of some kind. Preferably with bacon.” I added.

“Mmm, you know what? Bacon does sound good. I’ll go for the BLT.” She smiled and shut her menu, placing it on the edge of the table. Man, this girl just keeps getting better. “So, I’ve gotta admit, I never thought that the first time I’d be meeting the famous Winchesters would be me saving your asses.”

“You’ve heard of us?” I ask, trying my hardest not to stare too much.

“Are you kidding? Everyone in the hunting community knows who you two are. Plus, Bobby loves you boys more than he’d ever admit.”

“I remember Bobby talking about you, too.” Sam joined in. “He said he loved you like a daughter, but he never sent us out on cases with you because he didn’t want us to ruin you.”

“Hah! Yeah, that sounds like Bobby.” Her smile absolutely lit up the small diner. “He told me he didn’t want me ever getting involved with you boys because you were bad influences. Well, mostly just Dean actually.” She looked at me and added, “Bobby said you’re too much of a womanizer for me to be around.”

I didn’t want her to think that I was interested in her just to use her. My soul wanted to get to know hers.

“I used to be.” I admitted. “Not so much anymore.”

“What changed?” Y/N asked.

“I guess going to hell and coming back really changes a guy.” I laughed.

“Fair enough.” Every time Y/N looks at me, I get a rush of adrenaline. I’m trying my hardest not to blush when the waitress comes over to take our orders.

Dinner was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. We exchanged hunting stories and talked about our lives a lot. Y/N’s family had died when she was little, and she bounced around between Bobby and a few other hunters who helped raise her. She seems to be the most put together person for having a past like that.

Y/N excused herself to use the bathroom and Sam made his move. “Alright, Dean, I’m going to head back to the motel. You good to walk?”

“What? Why?”

“I’m going to give you two some time to yourselves. Tell her I was just tired from the hunt and wanted to head back.”

I give him a suspicious look, but I’m actually more than happy I get some one-on-one time with Y/N.

“Oh, and don’t sleep with her. Bobby will send you straight back to hell.” Sam added with a hard pat on the back as he takes the keys from me and heads out the door.

Y/N comes back and asks where Sam went.

“Oh, he’s kind of a party pooper. He went back to the motel for some shut eye. You don’t mind if I keep you company, do you?”

“I’d like that.” A shy smile crept up on her face.

“So, we’re celebrating. How about some dessert?”

“Hell yes. You are speaking my language. I have the world’s biggest sweet tooth.”

“What are you in the mood for? I guess you get to pick since you saved my ass.” I was obviously hoping she’d choose pie.

“Anything chocolate.”

“Hmmm,” I look over the small menu off to the side of the table, “chocolate cream pie? I love me some pie.”

“Perfect!” She waived the waitress over and order a whole pie. A girl after my own heart.

A few minutes later, a beautiful, massive pie is set down on our table with two forks and we dive in. I ate my fair share, but Y/N polished most of that thing off.

“I’m impressed.” I sit back and rub my full stomach as I look at her finishing the last few bites of the pie. “I’ve never seen any girl eat that much.”

She shrugged. “I love chocolate. Plus, hunting makes me hungry.”

I can’t help but admire her every movement. She’s so kind and graceful, and her hair falls so perfectly around her shoulders. I can’t find one flaw and I know I’m in trouble. She catches me staring at her a few moments too long, but I shake off the embarrassment and keep the conversation flowing, not wanting this night to end. We talked for hours about anything and everything. Dreams, hopes, fears, music, food, family, and before I know it, the waitress is telling us that we have to leave because they are closing. My heart drops because I just can’t get enough of this girl. Everything in me was so drawn to her.

I open the door for her, and the slight breeze is just cold enough to give her goosebumps. Immediately I take off my jacket and wrap it around her shoulders, holding it up enough to let her arms slide in.

“Thank you.” She smiled.

“Don’t thank me, I’m only standing here right now because you saved my life.” We stand silent for a few seconds just looking at each other before she breaks the stare and reaches into her pocket, pulling out her car keys.

“Well, let me at least give you a ride back to your motel. It’s too cold out here for you to be walking.”

It wasn’t too cold, but I wouldn’t turn down that offer in a million years.

“You mind driving? I’m pretty sleepy.” She held her keys out to me. Something about the way she said “sleepy” and looked up at me while drowning in my jacket made me go crazy. I hadn’t known this girl for even 12 hours, and she owed my entire heart already.

“Of course.” I gladly took her keys from her and subconsciously placed my hand on her lower back like we were some cheesy-ass couple, but she didn’t stop me, so I left it there as I lead her to the only car left in the parking lot, which I assumed to be hers.

“Where are you staying?” I asked.

“At the Red Rock motel, about ten minutes that way.” She pointed north. I couldn’t help but laugh as I moved her arm to the right.

“Sam and I are holed up there too, but it’s actually east.”

We both laughed as I started up the engine.

“Don’t judge me. I drove twenty hours straight to save your asses and I’m tired.” She joked. “Plus, I’ve never been that good with directions.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’ve got your own personal compass now.” I sent her a wink, and she bit her bottom lip, trying to fight the blush that was creeping up on her cheeks, which, in turn, made me blush. Dammit, am I a freaking teenager again?

We pulled into the motel and I walked her to her room. She shrugged off my jacket and thanked me as she gave it back and told me goodnight.

I couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off of my face the entire walk back to my room, and upon entering, Sam noticed.

“Aww, Dean’s in love.” Sam half mocked from the bed he was sitting on, with his computer in his lap.

“Whatever.” I brushed him off. “You got a new case?” I nodded to the computer and newspapers that he had been studying.

“Yeah, I think so. Some missing people in Montana have shown up with their hearts ripped out.”

“Sounds wolfy to me.” I added as I began to get ready for bed. “Maybe Y/N wants to come with us. You good if I invite her?”

Sam raised his eyebrows at me. “No, I don’t mind. But be straight with me for a minute here. Dean, how much do you really like this girl?”

I didn’t even feel the need to lie. “I really, really like her. Like I’m already in way too deep for not knowing her for a full day.”

“Wow. The great Dean Winchester is whipped. Never thought I’d see that day.” Sam closed his laptop and began to gather up all his papers. “Be honest, was it when she threw the machetes?”

“The freaking machetes, man. That was the most badass thing I’ve ever seen…” I trailed off. “But no, I mean, that’s part of it, but it’s just everything about her. I can’t say it’s one specific thing, because it’s just every single detail about her draws me in.”

“Alright Nicholas Sparks, well I’m getting some shut eye and you should too. We have a long drive tomorrow.” Sam turned off the lamp by his bed and turned away from me, snoring almost instantly. I slid under the covers, knowing that I should be exhausted after a long day that involved almost dying, but all I could think about was talking to Y/N tomorrow.

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The Devil In I - Bela x OC (Resident Evil Village AU) - Chapter 5

“Step inside, see the Devil in I”

Summary: Aleena Novak is a 19 years old orphan who desired more than living in a village in the middle of nowhere. A talented artist with a big future ahead, she gets the scholarship of her dreams in United States. But everything changes when her twin brother, Auryk, steals an important artifact from Castle Dimitrescu.

In this adventure, Aleena will find way more than she expected.

“You’ll realize I’m not your Devil anymore”

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x f!OC

Genre: Between T and M (Trigger warning for violence, blood, abuse and eventual smut)

Tag List: @nydeiri

Notes: I hadn't seen the video with all the sisters' lines, even those cut from the game. From the Maid's Diary we found, I assumed they could never leave the castle, even in Summer, as it was set in July like this fanfiction. I'll fix the mistake in this chapter. My apologies!

Thank you for all the reviews, follows and likes! It means a lot to me.

Trigger Warning: Language, abuse, blood and violence.

Castle Dimitrescu, Lady Dimitrescu's Bedroom - 3 Days Earlier

When Bela woke up in the morning after the attack, she had been taken to her mother's bed. After her transformation, she felt fragile like a child again. Not knowing who or what she was anymore, she was scared and lost. Her mother's bed felt like the safest place in the entire world. And it was. She loved being there. Alcina would never let anything or anybody hurt her. Nobody knew this side of her, when she acted like a loving and protective mother.

"Mother," she muttered, noticing Lady Dimitrescu was watching her and stroking her hair. "I'm sorry. I failed."

"Shhhh," Alcina kissed her daughter's forehead, "you need to rest now, daughter."

She started singing a jazz song Bela liked. Singing was one of her hidden talents. Her mother's voice was like a lullaby to her ears. She was almost falling asleep again, when flashbacks from the night before returned to her mind. She remembered being in Aleena's bed before falling asleep. She was holding Bela's hand, assuring her she'd be alright.

"Aleena," she sat down in an impulse. Bela feared what her mother and sisters could have done to the girl while she was sleeping. She started feeling agitated. "Where is she? I failed to protect her."

"She's fine. There's no need to protect her anymore, I asked Cassandra to keep an eye on her while I'm here with you."

Cassandra? But her mother knew Cassandra's intentions. She'd use Aleena to satiate each one of her desires and then, she'd kill her. If only she hadn't failed. If only she hadn't been so weak.

"But, mother... she's going to kill her. Please, she saved my life! She doesn't deserve to..."

"Nobody is going kill her, Bela. Once I have my goblet back, I'll let her go." Lady Dimitrescu pushed her back to the bed, tucking her under the blankets again. Then, she grabbed a book from the bedside table. "Why don't I read something for you? One of the stories you like?"

Bela forced a smile, listening as her mother began to read. She loved being there. It felt like the safest place in the world... in the past. Not anymore. Now she just felt betrayed.

When she noticed she was still wearing Aleena's jacket and inhaled her perfume, she thought there was somewhere else she'd rather be at the moment. Somewhere where she was truly feeling safe and happy. She wished to be in Aleena's bed again.

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Castle Dimitrescu, Lady Dimitrescu's Bedroom - Present Days

Three days passed and Lady Dimitrescu still wouldn't let Bela leave her room, even if she already felt completely recovered. She wouldn't leave her side for more than a few minutes and not even her sisters were allowed to see her.

She had everything she always wanted. Her mother's exclusive attention, to be sure she cared about her as much as she cared about her sisters. Yet, it wasn't enough. Not anymore. There was something new inside her. A part of her that wasn't connected to the life she had lived so far, a life that only included Alcina, Cassandra and Daniela.

"Good morning, sunshine," Bela covered her eyes as the sunlight invaded the room, immediately pulling her out of her sleep.

She was having those dreams again. Dreams she assumed to be memories from her past life. The one before the transformation. She decided to record them all in a diary. She hadn't much to do while she was stuck in that bedroom, it felt like a good manner to spend her time.

"Oh my god, now besides spending the day in bed reading Lord Byron, you're also writing a diary?"

"Cassandra," she angered, immediately getting up and grabbing the diary from her sister's hand before she could read anything she wrote. She also kicked the small pile of books on the floor to under the bed. "What are you doing here?"

"Quick and sharp. It's about time you leave the nest, don't you think?"

"This is what I want the most, but mom isn't convinced I'm recovered yet."

"Liar," Cassandra shook her head and smiled sarcastically. "You're loving it and I know."

"Are you jealous she remembered she has another daughter?" Her eyes and ears analyzed the space around her. Alcina was nowhere to be seen or heard. If their mother wasn't around, it could be a good opportunity to sneak out of the bedroom. "Where's mom, by the way?"

"Doing some boring shit in her office. She asked me to keep an eye on you."

"Okay, I'm doing great. Now leave, I'm gonna take a bath."

"Oh, no," her younger sister sat down at the bed with a book. "It's my turn to read something to read for you."

Cassandra began to read some words Bela recognized very well. She added a dramatic tone to her voice.

"When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end. The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me."

That was an excerpt from the book Daniela once found among a servant's belongings. The one about a vampire who fell in love with a human.

"Why are you reading this to me?" Bela rolled her eyes. That story was beyond absurd, suggesting vampires glowed in the sunlight. Yet, she wished she had the opportunity of attending school like those vampires were able to. Being weak to the cold was definitely worse than glowing in the sunlight.

"You know why," Cassandra did that judgmental look again. "It didn't work well for mom, it won't work well for you."

"I don't know what you're talking about," enough was enough. Bela went to the bathroom to prepare her bath. She would leave that room and no one would stop her. "And we don't talk about it, remember? You know how upset mom gets everytime she's reminded of her."

"We're not talking about her, we're talking about Aleena."

She froze at the mention of that name. It was surprising how in only a few days, a simple name acquired so much meaning.

"What Aleena has to do with this?"

"She saved your life," her sister followed her into the bathroom. "She could've ran away, saved her own ass, but instead, she came back to rescue you. She fed you her own blood, even knowing you could lose control and kill her. There is something going on and you can't deny it."

"So what?" Bela closed her eyes inside the bathtub, attempting to relax. All those things were true, but in the end, she had failed to protect Aleena. So much the task had been given to her sister. "It wouldn't be the first time a woman becomes infatuated by me. Which is not her case anyways. She's only trying to show how brave and efficient she is."

"You can fool mom and even Daniela, but not me. I know you, sister. Something about you has changed from the moment Aleena entered this castle."

Cassandra was definitely doing that to annoy her. That was one of her favorite hobbies. Bela decided to ignore all that provocation.

"You're wrong. And besides, she'll be gone soon. It doesn't matter."

But it did matter. And that was exactly why Bela was so desperate to leave that bedroom. What if Aleena was already gone when she left the room? What if she couldn't see her at least one last time? What if she ended up being another one of Cassandra's maidens?

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Castle Dimitrescu, Office - Present Days

A few days had passed since the Lycans' attack to the castle. The heating system had been restored, as well as the windows. The members of the staff proved to be innocent, they were so scared and ambushed as any of us.

Cassandra and Daniela were finally warming up to me. But I hadn't seen Bela yet. Alcina was keeping her locked at her own chambers, not allowing me anywhere near it. Even her own sisters were only allowed to see her that morning.

I was caught by surprise when, after breakfast, Mrs. Volkov came to my room bringing the information Lady Dimitrescu wanted to see me. I hadn't seen her since her return. Her entire time and attention were dedicated to Bela and god-knows-what she did inside that office. Maybe that was the day she decided to end my life. Even if I knew she was immortal, I decided to go prepared. If she couldn't die, maybe my daggers could at least give me some time to run. I was glad to have my amulet with me.

"Sit," she ordered as soon as I entered her office. "We must have a talk."

I obeyed. She closed the door and served us both a cup of tea. I decided to accept it, even if I just had breakfast.

"How's Bela?" I asked.

"Oh Bela... my sweet daughter..." the woman sighed and shook her head as she took a sip of her tea. "She's the most tempestuous of my three daughters, even a small thing can affect her mood."

I had a feeling she was talking more to herself, than to me.

"She's recovering. Her wounds have healed but I still think she looks a bit weak. As you could see, the cold can cause a severe impact on their bodies. Had it been in Winter and my daughter could have..."

She interrupted her sentence. She couldn't pronounce that last word and neither could I. Even if I only knew Bela for a few days, I couldn't stand the idea of losing her. Seeing her looking so sick in my bed still haunted my memories.

"Anyways, this isn't why I called you here," Lady Dimitrescu changed the subject.

"Yes, m'am?" I asked, drinking my own tea. "Have I done anything that goes against our deal?"

She raised her eyebrows at my unexpected question. I could imagine she was used to people being less confident in her presence.

"You did everything against our deal. You've been bumbling around this castle like if you were at some kind of fairytale, you've been messing around with my daughters and you... you saved them."

"I did."

"You could've ran away or even killed them. That was your perfect chance but you chose to save them," I had never seen such a look in the eyes of Lady Dimitrescu before. Only in that moment she seemed like a loving mother, grateful that I made the stupid decision of giving up my freedom for her daughters' lives. "Why?"

"I don't know," I sighed. I really didn't have an answer for that. "Maybe I was just following what my mother taught me, to help anyone in need despite of who they are or what they did. Bela saved me in my first night here, I felt I owed her that."

"She saved you because I ordered her to protect you. I know how Cassandra and Daniela can be. You owed her nothing."

"I also owed you," I added. I had to work on earning her trust, if I wanted my freedom and my life back. "You could have killed me and my brother, but instead you're giving us a chance."

Alcina did everything to hide it, but I could tell my words had caused impact. She appreciated honor and loyalty, and that's what I was showing her.

"What do you want?" She finally asked. "I must give you something in trade for your courage."

I thought for a while. I could ask for my freedom. I could ask for money. I could ask for her to forgive Auryk. But instead, I asked something simple.

"I want to call my brother. I want to know he's well and inform him I'm doing fine. I also want to know about his search of your goblet."

"Okay," she indicated me the phone on her desk. "I'll give you some privacy."

I couldn't believe what just happened, but I dialed Auryk's number as fast as I could. Nothing brought me more relief than hearing his voice on the other side of the line.

"Auryk! That's me," I spoke.

"Leena? Oh my god, I was starting to think you were dead."

"No, actually I've been doing pretty well here. You wouldn't believe it."

"What? How is that even possible?"

"Nevermind," I smiled. "I'll tell you later, in person. So, how's the search for the goblet, speaking of which?"

"I've been following some leads but it seems impossible to trace the buyer. I've also received some information that seems confusing and misleading."

"Why?"

"Aleena, do you believe Miranda would be able to betray her own cult?"

We didn't spoke much after that, but the question remained inside my head. The leads Auryk obtained all lead him to people related to Miranda, her most loyal followers from the village. I also thought about the Super Lycans and how somebody planned to kill the Dimitrescu girls. Only someone with so much power would be able to plan such a thing.

"I need your help," Alcina spoke once she returned to her office. I lied to her, saying my brother was close to find her goblet. "Somebody has betrayed me and I need to know who."

"Okay..." I don't know how I could even help her with that.

"I bet that was him!" She smashed the teacup in her hand furiously, before starting to walk around the office like a maniac. "The pig, the bastard, the motherfucker..."

"Heisenberg?"

"Yes!" She looked at me proudly. As if it was any secret those two hated each other. "But I need proof to show Mother Miranda the rat he is. Otherwise, she would never believe me."

"You need to approach him cautiously," I suggested, "so he won't have any suspicions. Bring him into your territory, where you are in charge and not Miranda. It'll be enough to intimidate him a little. Enough for you to catch any hints of a strange behavior."

Lady Dimitrescu didn't say anything for almost a minute. At first, I thought she had found me extremely stupid for suggesting she should invite her nemesis to the castle, but then, she opened a sly grin.

"Smart girl! You just gave me an amazing idea... I'm throwing a dinner tonight, for Mother Miranda and the other Lords."

"Yes, give him some alcohol too. You know, men and alcohol... it's not a good match."

She laughed. Not sarcastically this time, but sincerely. Then she got up and caressed my chin. Her cold hands made me shiver from head to toes.

"If I knew you were such a good girl, I'd have kidnapped you earlier. Now go, I want you to be there too. I'll ask someone to get you an appropriate dress."

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Castle Dimitrescu, Ballroom - Present Days

After lunch, Cassandra asked me to show her some of my knife moves. She had been strangely glued to me in the last few days, like a dog guarding its bone. I knew I had promised her we could do a training session any day, but I never imagined she'd take it seriously. I started to wonder if that was a good idea at all.

She picked the ballroom for our training session. Where we'd have plenty of space to move and chase each other. Scary.

"I'm giving you an advantage," she said. "I lowered the room's temperature a bit. I can't transform into flies."

"Good," I grabbed my twin daggers, "not all of us can buzz around."

She rolled her eyes at the pun.

"Oh and I also fed before coming. So in case you get hurt, I won't have problems with my instincts."

"I'm glad to know."

I started by teaching her some basic moves, which bored her a little. Then, we proceeded to a close body combat. I had to admit she was good, even if she didn't have a specific style or technique. But when she fought purely by instinct and impulse, that was a disadvantage. I was able to deflect some of her moves easily.

"Damn," Cassandra panted, a little tired. "You're not so bad. Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"By myself, mostly," I swallowed an entire bottle of water. Training with a vampire had consumed all of my energies. "My father didn't believe women should hold weapons."

"Moron."

"And a bastard. That's what he was."

"How did he die?"

"I never found out for real. He was out for one of his travels and apparently he got in a bar fight or something. I can't say he didn't get what he deserved."

I sat down on the floor to get some rest before taking a shower, Cassandra joined me.

"Your mother is throwing a dinner tonight," I spoke. "She wants me to be there. I have to admit I'm kinda nervous."

"Don't worry, it's only an excuse so she and Heisenberg can yell insults at each other. It'll be like any other meeting."

We were in silence for a moment. Cassandra fell pensive but I noticed a smirk on the corner of her mouth.

"I saw her this morning," she commented. "Bela."

"And how is she doing?"

"Quiet, broody, boring... same as usual. I'd say she's completely recovered. Mother is exaggerating, being so overprotective. But it isn't like Bela doesn't like receiving attention and being spoiled."

"She seemed very weak that day."

"Not anymore," she was about to leave the ballroom when she remembered something else. "She asked about you, in case you wanna know."

"Oh," I tried to pretend I wasn't so worried and interested. But I could feel my cheeks burning. "She did?!"

"You're blushing, sweetheart," Cassandra was too smart to leave this unnoticed. "You like her, don't you?"

"It's not like that! I... I care about her, we... have this thing... we kinda saved each other, you know?"

"No, I'd call that 'having a crush'. And I must give one advice, it won't end well for you. You and Bela belong to two different worlds."

"I know that," I assured her. "Trust me, I don't have a crush on your sister. And I won't have. I have another priorities at the moment."

"Good for you."

She laughed sarcastically and leaving me alone in the ballroom with my own thoughts. I didn't have a crush on Bela. I couldn't. She was right, we belonged to different worlds. I was only fascinated by the sensation of danger, the adrenaline she brought to my life. A sensation I never felt before. She was a predator and I was her prey. A real feeling would never exist between us.

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Castle Dimitrescu, Dining Room - Present Days

Right after I took a bath, Mrs. Volkov knocked on my door bringing a stunning red dress, jewelry and shoes. That was what I was supposed to wear for the night. Never in my entire life, I could be able to afford something so fancy. If it wasn't for the fact Lady Dimitrescu was pondering if I should live or not, I could easily enjoy that life.

"You look amazing," was what Daniela spoke when I met her in the hall. "Come here, let's take a picture."

Taking advantage of the fact her mother had been busy with Bela, she was enjoying her free time to discover the joys of the modern world with me. She revealed me she also had a cell phone. One she stole from one of the maids and assumed to be broken. I explained there was no phone signal where she lived but that she could explore other functions of the device. Since then, she has been recording multiple videos of her daily life and taking pictures with me, Cassandra and even the staff.

Lady Dimitrescu was going to kill me. I raised a monster.

I also found out we shared the same passion for art. She was a very good artist.

"Red is Bela's favorite color, by the way," she told as she tapped her phone screen. Good thing the camera wasn't able to capture me blushing.

I finally saw Bela for the first time in days. She was coming down the stairs just as we took the picture. Dressed in white, she seemed like an angel.

"Aleena," she greeted me with a simple nod.

"Hey," I couldn't help opening a huge smile, "I was starting to get really worried about you."

"I'm fine."

She followed her way to the dining room. I could tell something had changed. I didn't know what though. Was she mad at me or at herself because of the Lycan incident? Was it something her mother said again? The thoughts were consuming me as we placed ourselves around the table.

It was a foolish idea to assume a civilized meeting could happen in that dinner. Lady Dimitrescu and Karl Heisenberg had already started to exchange insults. Daniela said inappropriate things about five times. Cassandra had just threatened a servant with her knife. In my turn, I observed Donna Beneviento and I could quite imagine why she wouldn't speak to those people.

"Mother Miranda," Alcina had finally reached the point where she revealed the true objective of that meeting. "About four days ago, I was called to an emergency at Donna's house. A prized possession of hers has also been stolen. When I returned home, my castle had been vandalized. Someone attempted to murder my daughters by exposing them to the cold air, besides sending Lycans to kill them. And they weren't normal Lycans, they..."

"Were Super Lycans," Daniela interrupted. "Their claws were exactly like my mother's."

There was an awkward silence before Lady Dimitrescu proceeded.

"As I was saying. The Lycans were modified to be stronger."

"Oh please," Heisenberg argued. "Who would bother wasting so much time with you?"

"Those Lycans could only have been created in that gruesome factory of yours."

"Gruesome? Let's talk about gruesome. How many virgins did you sacrifice for this bottle of wine?!"

Oh god. I suddenly didn't feel like drinking anything else for the night. But then, the conversation shifted to another point.

"You're inventing this attack to cover up the fact you let that little thief go and he has stolen from another Lord," Heisenberg accused. "It was more important to you to bring his sister to serve as entertainment for your daughters. Which she must be doing very well, considering she's still alive and sitting among us tonight."

"Hey," I opened my mouth for the first time that night. Suddenly everyone was looking at me. "My brother didn't do it. I called him this morning, he's not even around. He has been searching for Lady Dimitrescu's goblet. And dare you to disrespect me again and I will..."

Nevermind. What could I even do against him? He was immune to my bullets and my daggers.

Cassandra started laughing, while her mother looked at me in a mix of shock and disappointment. Heisenberg continued with his accusations.

"Prove it then. Prove your brother has no involvement in this whole situation. He could have planned the attack as well, to rescue you."

"My brother is human, he has no power to create modified Lycans!"

Mother Miranda cleared her throat, indicating all of us should shut the fuck up. I stared at her figure, remembering my brother's words. She could be the one behind all of that and everyone was blinded by her power.

"I've come to a decision," she spoke. "Heisenberg is right. So far, the only person who could be declared guilty is the Novak boy. Alcina, if I remember correctly, you made the decision of letting him go."

"What about the attack, Mother Miranda?" Lady Dimitrescu was furious, but not surprised at her decision. Miranda seemed to always favor the other Lords over her. "The girl has a point. Such a stupid manthing couldn't have created Lycans and given them more power."

"Do you have proof the attack even happened? I'm sorry, Alcina, but the castle is intact."

"I repaired the damage! It was a risk to my daughters! I have their word as proof, as well as the word of my servants."

Heisenberg started to laugh non-stop, before insulting her again:

"So now you remember you have servants? You always kill each one of them to satiate your thirst for blood."

Lady Dimitrescu couldn't find words to refute that argument. Whether because it was true or because she was being smashed by Miranda and Heisenberg.

"Your son of a bitch!" She punched the table, making everything shake.

"We're all doomed!" Beneviento's creepy doll, started to run across the room, repeating those same words. "Each one of us!"

In that moment, I could finally hear Bela's voice in all of the mess.

"At least one reasonable person in this room," she stood up and started to leave. "Angie is right. We're all doomed."

"Bela," Alcina called, "come back here. We're not finished yet."

But she had enough. And so did I. I didn't think before following her to the main hall.

"Bela," I called her. "Where are you going?"

She stopped, taking a deep breath.

"Somewhere," she said. "Are you coming?"

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Castle Dimitrescu, Bela's room - Present Days

I swallowed hard when I noticed we were standing in front of Bela's room. She opened the door and invited me inside. I felt my heart thundering inside my chest. It was the first time a woman invited me to her bedroom.

Bela's bedroom was a reflection of herself. Completely organized, perfectly decorated. Daniela was right about her favorite color, some things had shades of red. Such as the curtains and the sheets covering her bed. The walls were decorated with some paintings and a portrait of herself. She also had a small collection of vinyl discs and a telescope near the window.

It had a small study attached, where I could see she had her personal collection of books. That was where she entered and came back seconds later, bringing a bottle of wine and two glasses. Then, she sat down on a sofa, inviting me to join her.

"There's no blood in this one," she spoke. I stared at her, wondering how she even knew. "I can't hear you thoughts. I saw how you put your glass aside when Heisenberg made that comment."

Good. That was probably something good to know. Bela couldn't see the mess inside my head. She was merely an observant woman who could read people very easily. I smiled in response. I was too nervous to show any other reaction.

"I just can't stand all that arguing, all that yelling," Bela drank her entire glass in one sip. Then, she stood up and went to the window. I followed her.

"It's a beautiful night," I commented, pointing to her telescope. "Do you like to watch the stars?"

"Yes and it's the only way I can do it."

"So you can never leave the castle, at all?"

"Sometimes, during Spring and Summer," she sighed melancholic. "Days when the temperature is higher than usual. This year hasn't been kind to us so far. Or the last one."

Never being able to go outside should be a torture. Now I could understand why sometimes she seemed so moody and upset.

"Summer has just begun," I told. "Maybe you can get some luck in the next few weeks."

"I hope so."

She went back to the other side of the room, serving herself another glass of wine. I hadn't finished mine yet.

"What do you think?" She returned to my side and asked. "About the attack. Do you think your brother is fooling you?"

"No, no way. Auryk never lied to me before, I know he's telling the truth."

I knew Heisenberg accusations would cause me trouble. Especially with Miranda siding with him.

"Lying is different from having secrets," Bela said. "Don't you have anything you hide, even from your brother? Something no one knows, but yourself?"

I did. I never told Auryk about the night I spent with Gustav, where I wasn't able to lose my virginity to him. I also didn't feel like telling him about my days in the castle this morning. I knew he'd judge me, in both cases.

"I do, but..."

She let out a small laugh.

"Oh Aleena," she traced the border of her glass with her perfectly manicured finger, "you act so strong and tough but deep down you're so naive."

"What do you mean?" I wanted to know.

"You should've ran away during the attack."

"I wouldn't let you die."

"Why?" Bela was staring deeply inside my eyes. In a manner I was feeling completely exposed, uncomfortable. "Do you know how many people I've killed? Or how many women I seduced only to drink their blood? It's not like I deserved to be saved."

"It doesn't matter," I didn't have a right answer for her question. "It felt right. You saved me in my first night here."

"Only because my mother ordered me and I try so hard to be a good daughter for her. But I failed, right? Now Cassandra has been taking care of you."

"Is she? I mean, I noticed she has been kinda glued to me lately but... sorry, I don't believe she'd save me if she had to."

"No, she wouldn't. She'd take advantage of the opportunity to get you killed and feed from your blood. My sister is more reckless than I am."

"You're different."

"I'm not. I'm just more careful with my actions," she placed a hand on my chest, feeling my heart beating fast. She shook her head in denial. "How do you know I'm not playing with you? How do you know you won't have the same fate as those five teenagers from your village, three years ago?"

"I... I..." deep down, I always knew Bela had an involvement in that situation. But now hearing a confession was totally different. Yet, I didn't feel afraid.

"How can you trust me? We've only met for a few days and here you are, standing in my bedroom where I could kill you and no one would even hear you scream."

"You wouldn't do that," it was my turn to face her, to look deeply into her eyes. I placed my hand over hers. "I know."

"I'm a monster, Aleena. All the stories you've ever heard about me? They're all true."

I don't care. I don't care. I'd still save you if I had to. I wanted to scream those words, but they wouldn't come out.

"You need to stay away from me," she removed her hand from my touch.

"Why?" I asked. "Tell me. Be honest. Who are you trying to convince with all of this? Me or yourself?"

"Just go, Aleena," she turned her back on me. "Just go."

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Castle Dimitrescu, Library - Present Days

I couldn't get any sleep. I'd just keep rolling in bed, without being able to find a position. What did Bela mean with that conversation? Was she assuming I was in love with her or something? I wasn't stupid like the other women she was used to seduce. I knew better than that. She had absolutely no right to throw all her frustration and anger at me. I wasn't her mother. I wasn't Heisenberg or Miranda.

I grabbed my sketch book and walked to the library. That castle was even creepier when it was dark and silent. It was almost like you could hear the laments of the people who had been tortured and killed within those walls. I remembered the five teenagers from the village. My mind tried to picture how they were lured into the castle and who killed each one of them. I could see myself in the place of one of those girls and the only thing I could imagine was if they were in Bela's bed when they were killed. I imagined the things she did to them. I tried to feel scared but instead my heart would start racing all over again. I tried to ignore those thoughts, but I locked the door anyways.

I had to relax somehow. I sat down at the desk and attempted to find any inspiration. I started working on a piece that represented Mother Miranda, the Four Lords and all the mystery surrounding those people.

I heard the door opening, I quickly pulled a dagger from my ankle. I could sense a presence approaching me. I was ready to attack, when the low light of the lamp revealed who it was.

"Oh, I didn't know you were here," Bela spoke.

"I was about to leave," I grabbed my sketch book from the desk. When I turned around, she was standing very close to me. We were face to face now, even closer than we were earlier in her bedroom. Her eyes were different though. Before, she looked angry and upset. Now she just seemed sad. "Good night."

"You can stay, if you want. I shouldn't be here anyways."

"No, it's your castle and your library. I'm leaving. Also, I'm retuning your key."

I extended her my palm, handing her the key I was holding.

"Don't be ridiculous," she closed my hand again. "You're my mother's guest."

"Prisoner," I cleared my throat and corrected. Bela let out a small, ironic laugh in response.

"Well, you had the chance of running away. You wasted it, darling."

And we were back to 'darling'. The same 'darling' from the beginning, when she was still deciding if I should be her prey or not. From when she didn't even know my name.

"It wasn't a waste. Not when I was saving your life."

"You shouldn't have saved! I made a mistake, I should be the one to fix it or face the consequences."

"Oh my god, is it all because you were in danger? Because you lost control of the situation? You don't need to be perfect all the time, Bela. It's okay to fail."

"Not everyone is like you, Aleena. For you, it's just natural. You are perfect at everything you do. You can always fix everything that is wrong. You can always use the situation in your favor. You're always pleasing everyone, even my mom!"

My hands started to shake in anger. She knew nothing. I was far from perfect and my abusive father knew very well how to expose my flaws, my failure. For Adrian, being perfect was the only acceptable option. Otherwise, he'd beat us. He'd punish us. Yet, I didn't torture myself for that. Especially after his death. I was about to shout it at her face, when I dropped my sketch book.

I kneeled down, collecting all the spread papers on the floor and shoving them back into my sketch book. When I stood up, Bela was holding one of them.

"Why were you drawing me?" She asked, analyzing my work carefully. I froze.

"I... I..." I had no excuses this time, except for the truth. "I wanted something to remember when I'm gone."

"You shouldn't, Aleena. You should forget it as soon as you leave through the front door. Nothing in this place is worth being remembered."

"You are!" I finally said it. "What if I don't want it, huh?! What if I don't want to forget you?!"

She was in silence for a moment. Then, she closed her eyes as if she was trying to process what she heard and what she would do next.

"Then, I better give you something better than a portrait."

She grabbed my face, pulling me closer to her. There wasn't any more distance between us, I was pressed between her body and the desk. I couldn't move, not even if I wanted to.

Bela's kiss was like every other of her actions. Calculated, planned. She wanted to make sure she'd be in control of it. She wanted nothing but perfection.

She started it very slowly and shy, as if she was trying to figure out the territory first. Her lips softly brushed mine at first, like if she was asking for my permission to go forward. I retributed, pressing my lips harder against hers. I wrapped my arm around her neck, bringing her even closer. I wanted to show how much I desired her, I desired that kiss.

She gently parted my lips with her tongue, finding her way into my mouth. Her tongue gently stroke mine, raising shivers all over my body. I stroked hers back and I could feel her pulse accelerating too.

I don't know for how long we kissed. Minutes, probably. I didn't want to stop. Never.

"Now," I smiled against her mouth when we parted, "that was perfect."

"Shhhh," she whispered, opening a huge grin, "shut up, love. We're only getting started."

Our second kiss was different from the first. It was more desperate. More intense. More passionate. We were both confessing how much we had been longing for that. Then we kissed for a third time. And a fourth. Then I lost count.

All I know is that I spent the night in the library, making out with Bela Dimitrescu.

#resident evil village #residesnt evil 8 #bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bela x f!oc #bela x oc #resident evil fanfiction #the devil in i

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postmodernmulticoloredcloak · 4 years

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Fantasies, dreams and desires, ideas of normalcy and fears of difference. A slightly queer reading of 15x14

Mrs Butters is a delightful character who is built to parallel so many things in the show. She occupies perfectly the semantic sphere that the narrative has crafted around Dean’s desires; also, you know, cake.

We could talk for days about the significance of food and drink in Supernatural. One of the biggest themes that run through the entire show is hunger (or thirst) and food is very often a symbol for an emotional need of sorts. Supernatural draws a lot folklore, and human stories have always used symbologies that put together food, desire, love, sex, family, goodness and darkness and all those human experiences.

We have discussed the shit out of every instance of food in the show, analyzed parallels to other stories and fairytales, scrutinized queer-codings and subtexts, got called nasty names by impolite people accusing us of saying that a slice of baked good means Dean likes sitting on dicks. So, yeah, I’m not gonna start explaining everything from the beginning. Let’s jump to the parallels.

- The comfort food. Motherhood, hugs, and the past that can never return: the ideal of childhood and the 50s fantasy

We’ve already talked about how Mrs Butters functions as a parallel to Mary and a symbol of the ideal motherhood that both Mary and Dean struggled with. In Dark Side Of The Moon, we see a memory from Dean’s childhood, where we learn that Mary would cut off the crusts off his sandwiches. Mrs Butters also says that she cut the crusts off, establishing a direct parallel to Dean’s ideal of childhood and child-parent relationship. Or, we should say, as both Mary’s and Dean’s ideals of a child-parent relationship, because we know that Mary set up her life with John and the kids as an elaborate “scene” according to her idea-slash-fantasy of the perfect safe life.

She strugged with that, because her ideal life could never match with reality - she had loose ends from hunting to deal with, she at some level liked having those loose ends to deal with because as much as she hated the hunting life and craved for safety and “normalcy” that was still something she was in her element doing, probably more than the perfect housewife role. Of course when she came back she attempted to recreate the scene but quickly discovered that it was impossible and dropped all attempts to do so, embracing the opposite, or at least what she perceived as the opposite (having a pretty dualistic view of hunting life-domestic life where they cannot be reconciled).

Dean, on the other hand, started out with a similar dualistic view, figuring that he’d always belong to the hunting world and could never have the domestic, “normal” thing at all, embracing his “freakness” as opposed to the concept of normalcy represented by civilians, by the middle class, by the suburbs, by the apple pie, white fence life (insert heavy queer subtext here). And yet there was always an ambiguity with him (again, he’s never one-or-the-other, he’s always both), because, while on the surface he embraces this rebellious, devil-may-care persona, that’s not quite what he is as a full individual. He grew up essentially a housewife from a very early age, has a very caregiving personality, and thrives in taking care of others.

Dean is both Mrs Butters and Mary, where the difference between him and Mary is that Mary couldn’t (didn’t have the time, support, resources?) reconcile parts of her that Dean instead was able to (and in fact recently helped her with: before dying, she’d reached a pretty healthy balance of living her own life as a hunter and having a warm relationship with her sons, at least as healthy as it can get in that kind of circumstances).

Another important parallel to Dark Side Of The Moon, borrowed by Scoobynatural, is the nightgown that feels like being wrapped in hugs: we are reminded of Dean’s “I wuv hugz” from when he was a kid, a symbol for his early life of affection and safety that he lost with his mother. Childhood hugs, comfort food, loving gestures like cutting off the crusts are all symbols of a past that cannot return.

On a level, from a “coming-of-age story” perspective, childhood, with its innocence and perception that adults will always keep us safe, is obviously something that everyone needs to accept as something that belongs to the past and cannot return, to embrace instead the responsibilities and risks of adulthood in a healthy way. In a sense, Dean needs to go through all these steps - acknowledging that his mother was a flawed person, that in fact both of his parents were flawed people who made mistakes but he can forgive them for his own sake in order to be able to let go of trauma and carry on... - to become a healthy adult able to be a good parent to his own child.

(There’s also the cholesterol thing - Mrs Butters chastizes Dean for his diet, but we know that there’s a depth to Dean’s diet, not only his extreme appreciation of food due to experiencing food scarcity and insecurity as a child, but also the memory of his mother’s comfort food, such as the “Winchester surprise”, a monstrosity of meat and cheese. While the “meat man” persona would appear on the surface as a sterotypical masculinity thing, it has layers, in a typical Dean fashion... not coincidentally, in the latest episode he calls himself the meat man while wearing an apron that we’re told he’s very fond of, painting him, again, in a mixture of different meanings, masculinity and femininity, fatherhood and motherhood, devil-may-care attitude and caregiver attitude.)

On another level, a more political level, there’s the 50s fantasy element. We all know the significance of the idealization of the post-war period as the “good ol’ times” in American culture, and it’s an ideal that Mary definitely drew from when she built her perfect life with her family. Mrs Butters represents this in a very literal way, being literally from 1958 when she “froze” herself, and acts as a very stereotyped governess for a bunch of men that feel like they are above housework, what is considered women’s work. Dean initially comments “how progressive”, knowing exactly how bullshit these conversative ideals are, but then appreciates the comforts of the perfect caretaker.

In fact, Dean’s “giving in” to the comforts of a governess makes me think of that famous feminist manifesto “I want a wife” by Judy Syfers... because housework is very much Dean’s work in the bunker. It’s interesting that Mrs Butters immediately comments negatively on the cleanness of the bunker and their clothes: we know that Dean cleans and washes, and, while it’s likely that he cannot keep everything super perfect like a governess would because he’s busy doing many other things, it’s a way Mrs Butters uses to establish roles that she knows and is comfortable with. She is used to being the one who does “feminine” work while the Men of Letters have absolutely zero skills in that regard, and doesn’t really even stop to question if that’s the case with the men in front of her.

Anyway, let’s go back to the 50s fantasy. The show has repeatedly made commentaries on the vacuity of it. Peace Of Mind is the most obvious instance, but there’s plenty of subtext in the show that deals with that typically American aspect. Just like the childhood aspect, the narrative tells us that the “good ol’ times” are also an idealized thing that cannot return (if it ever existed, because Dean’s childhood was built on a fantasy, and the “good ol’ times” are also a fantasy, because the real 50s were horrible for anyone who didn’t swim in privilege). Mrs Butters cannot stay, the 50s fantasy-slash-childhood fantasy cannot last, and Dean embraces his role as an adult-slash-modern housemaker. Blah blah gender, blah blah cake. (Yeah, sorry, but you can fill in the blanks.)

- The contaminated drink. Poison and weakness from the forbidden sexual desire to the forbidden family domesticity

Aaaand now the second branch of parallels that Mrs Butters pinged on my radar, which sends us in an even more queer-subtext-heavy territory. We’re going to talk about the smoothies and the tomato juice. Yes, I know, the smoothies are given to Jack, not Dean, but symbolically Dean and Jack share the same semantic area; both are given a magically conjured drink, and both end up locked away waiting to be killed. For this analysis, they basically overlap.

Let’s start with the tomato juice. I don’t think that it’s a coincidence that Dean is given something that visually reminds of the blood the vampires drink. The tomato juice is a stand-in for blood, and blood in relation to vampirism has a long history of subtext in the show that connects to sexuality, sex, sexual fears and contamination. While vampires are not necessarily always invested of those meanings every single time they appear in the three-hundred-whatever episodes of the show, their main symbology is connected to sex and sexual fears, as vampires do in modern western literature, after all.

You’re probably going to think, wait, what? What has Mrs Butters got to do with sexual fears? Yeah, I know, it sounds weird, but hear me out.

The tomato juice - a stand-in for blood, with a vampire reference - parallels Mrs Butters (who represents trauma, remember) to 6x05 Live Free Or TwiHard. Sexual assault, blood, contamination via the poisoning liquid.

Next to the tomato juice there’s the smoothie. It’s a poison in disguise, a contaminated drink that makes Jack weak. We have, in fact, a pattern of Dean being given contaminated drinks that place him under another’s power. Not just the vampire’s blood, but also Jeremy from 3x10 Dream A Little Dream Of Me, who offers Dean a beer through which he connects him to his dreams. There’s Nick the siren from 4x14 Sex And Violence, who contaminates Dean through the flask. The venom in the siren’s saliva parallels straight to the gorgon Noah in 14x14 Ouroboros, and I don’t have to start explaining what all those things represent, right? (I have written posts about these things, it would be nice if tumblr didn’t suck and showed them to me when I go look for them.)

(Oh, there’s also Crowley’s human blood addiction, which is not, as one might expect, a parallel to Sam’s demon blood addition, but Dean’s First Blade/Mark Of Cain issue, and the First Blade/Mark Of Cain arc is all imbued by the queer subtext of the Dean-Crowley-Castiel triangle.)

Basically, Mrs Butters is inserted in a history of queer subtext, although it appears as obvious that Mrs Butters hardly represents homosexual desire, unless we go a pretty stretchy route of her occupying Cas’ space in the Dean-Sam-Cas-Jack family (I mean, that’s true, but it’s not simply that). It is also true that Mrs Butters represents Cuthbert Sinclair, and here the radar pings, because Cuthbert Sinclair is totally inside the pattern! He wanted to make Dean part of his collection just like the vampire in 6x05 wanted to make Dean part of his pack, with supernatural means of exorting control over Dean and heavy heavy rapey tones. (I know we don’t like to talk about this, but the show does play with incest subtext, John mirrors are often rapey.)

So, we have all this semantic area of poison, weakness and submission to external control painted in overtones of sexual assault and sexual fears especially in relation to homosexual desire. (I am NOT linking homosexual desire to sexual assult, nor the show is, it’s a wide and volatile semantic area where the common denominator is fear, fear of being hurt FOR being different sexually, it’s about vulnerability because of being different. It’s a horror narrative, guys, remember, queer fear is a recurrent theme in the genre. Dracula was about the horror of what happened to Oscar Wilde, we’re running in circles.)

Now, what kind of fear is explored in 15x14? Well, the episode is about the fear of losing family. The plot is about Dean’s feelings towards Jack after he killed Mary. Dean doesn’t know it yet, but he’s going to lose Cas soon also because of Jack. Mary and Cas are both very noisy absences in the episode, and we know that Dean is going to suffer something horrific again that will shatter his family again. This goes past the fears regarding forbidden sexual desire: we’re in the territory of forbidden familial desire, so to speak, Dean’s craving for a domestic peace with his family.

Jack is both the culmination of Dean’s process of family-building, as the son figure of the family, and the element of destruction of that family-building. Not a coincidence Jack’s birthday was referenced, as Jack’s birth coincided with Cas’ death and Mary’s supposed death or at least separation. Now Jack has supposedly killed Mary (or is it a inter-universe separation again? @drsilverfish’s theory always pops up, and we keep getting reminded of other universes - the telescope is broken...) and we know that Cas’ ultimate death hangs above us.

We’re always running in a spiral, Dean’s relationship with Mary, Dean’s relationship with Cas, Dean’s relationship with motherhood and gender roles, Dean’s relationship with sexuality. There’s a big picture of mirrors in the semantic area of fantasies, idealizations, desires and dreams. I hope I managed to make this post make sense, but I’m always open to requests of clarification or elaboration. Thanks for reading!

#my spn thoughts #spn meta #spn 15x14 #queer subtext #dean and femininity #dean and masculinity #dean and food #dean and mary #dean and childhood #dean and sexuality #dean and family #spn

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pvrkacciosan · 3 years

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Part 6¦ Forgetful World

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Arms folded over her chest Suki observed from the door way, watching Yeosang as he sat onto the bed next to Tia.

Everyone else had left a couple mintues ago, though some were more reluctant than others, especially after Yeosang's little display with the wall.

Her curiosity had gotten the best of her, clearly. Other wise she may not have been standing in the door way, observing the suspected pair of mates.

But no one had bothered to tell Yeosang, not yet anyway. No one wanted him to lash out and create further holes in the walls. They didn't even know if he had already figured it out or not.

He hadn't, but he was getting to a point of which he was begining to feel something more than attraction towards Tia but still nothing clicked.

Tia was next to him, fiddling with the touch cut edge of the fresh bandage thatay over the cut on her palm from the shard of glass she had previously used as a weapon. He took hold of her hand, this time she didn't pull away.

"I can't imagine how hard this must be for you"

She looked at him when he spoke, "H-how did...I lose my memories"

Tia's eyes were drawn to his lips when he brushed them with his fingers in thought, recollection of a past feeling made her own lips tingle, she bit the inside of them trying to stop the tingling from numbing her lips.

"Well...." from the corner of his eye Yeosang saw Suki stand up straighter against the door frame.

"there was a creature that bit you and when it did, it took your memories"

The frown lines deepend on her face, fingers brushing the bandage wrapped around the puncture wounds in her neck, sharing a look of understaning she concluded that the ache in her neck was because of that thing, whatever it was.

Mind fuzzy, she could feel something trying to brush its way to the surface of her mind,

blood red eye.

"I remember..." she cleared her throat, "I remember, red eyes glaring at me, then" she raised one hand to her neck "A sharp burning pain"

Yeosang had no idea how to actually proceed with this conversation, in order for her to fully understand what happened to her, of which he felt she had the right to know, but he didn't want to risk tarnishing her bright spirit with the darkness of his world.

But still she watched him with her blue eyes, awaiting an answer. "There are things in this world that are..... not human"

She didn't understand what he was getting at, but there was something inside her that stirred, ticking her head to the side he huffed.

"there-" he paused, he didn't want to down right tell her, damning her soul to this dark and unsafe world.

The increase of rogues, doubled with the rise in hunter activity had taken away their right to roam safely and freely. The mere thought of exposing Tia to that made his insides feel queezy.

Their gazes collided when he looked up from his lap, breathing shakily he took a leap of faith, "There are creatures which live in this world, werewolves, witches" her face softend and scrunched in confusion at the same time, "And vampires"

By the way Yeosang had left vampires till last. Tia concluded it was because of one, that she no longer had her memories.

Suki tensed at the door, along with Yeosang as they watched Tia, she stared off into space in the middle of the room, thinking, trying to recall or understand how the revelation didn't distrub her as much as it should have.

"What are you guys?" she didn't waver her gaze from the emtpy space of air when she spoke,

Yeosang flitted a wary look to Suki at the door before answering "I'm a werewolf so is Suki and everyone else in this house" Tia didn't look panicked, instead she didn't break their eye contact as she asked

"So you have change into a wolf?"

"Yes."

It was only now that she looked away from him, "Is it only on full moons?" her blue eyes shimmered with curiosity and not fear, which Yeosang took as a positive.

Shaking his head while chuckling, "No, I can shift whenever I please"

"Oh"

She didn't know what she had expected his answer to be, but the idea of him seeming so ordinary and being able to physically become a wolf did baffle her.

Two figure appearing behind Suki made Yeosang and Tia divert their attention from one another.

As if sensing the tenseness in the room Mingi stopped causing Yunho to almost walk straight into him, Yunho sucked in a breath, trying to stop the content of the food tray from falling off and onto the floor.

"Jesus Mingi"

"Sorry" he said meakly, stepping out the way.

Yunho raised the tray up, facing Tia "Sustenance!"

His happy mood and bright smile lifted the dark cloud in the room, Suki watched as he stepped infront of her "Ooo"

Quickly she snatched up a waffle from the tray, Yunho scowled at her, she smiled as she bit into the fluffy goodness. Letting out a satisfied groan when the sweet flavour dissolved around her mouth.

Yunho walked towards the table next to the bed while shaking his head. He slide the food tray with one less waffle on it onto the table. Smiling at both Tia and Yeosang, he sensed the mood in the air but chose to ignore it when he walked back over to the door.

"Come on Suki" her eyebrows shot up and she looked at him through her lashes, while she raised the remainder of the half eaten waffle to her mouth "Mmh?"

"Lets give them some privacy?" she rolled her eyes, biting down on the last of the waffle she followed him and Mingi out none the less

The three of them didn't talk while they moved through the house, towards their longue area.

With every step going down the stairs Suki's thoughts grew louder and louder in her head, so much that by the point she reached the longue she just had to talk to someone about it.

As soon as she stepped one foot into the room she let out a dramatic groan, all of the others besides Mingi and Yunho, who were behind her, sat on the couches and chairs around the room.

Wooyoung's gaze clicked in her direction in confusion, thinking there was something wrong.

All the boys said nothing, simply watching as she threw her self dramatically over the back of the L-shaped sofa, pratically landing on top of Seonghwa.

He grunted head moving back on instinct so she wouldn't hit him in the face, Suki had her gaze fixated on an invisable spec on the ceiling, deep in thought.

Wooyoung watched his mate from across the room, layed in the lap of her non-biological brother, the tensesness to her body and faint worry lines creased into her beautiful face made his stomache drop, something was troubling her.

The other seemed to sense it as well, they all sat in silence just waiting for her to communicate her worries to them.

"Did you guys notice it as well?" she turned her head in Seonghwa's lap to look at the rest of them.

Suki pushed herself up from him before any of her brothers or her mate could answer her question.

By this point Yunho and Mingi had sat down next to the others, she paced back and forth infront of them all, chewing her bottom lip in thought.

"if you're talking about Yeosang and the girl, that's what we've been discussing for the past few minutes" Hongjoong stated from his single chair, elbows rested on his knees.

Suki stopped her pacing giving them a hurt look, "You talked about it without me?" she placed a hand on her chest "I'm hurt"

Wooyoung smiled up at her, he knew she wasn't badly effected, she would just be happy she wasn't the only one who noticed Yeosang's odd behaviour around the girl still sat upstairs.

"Sit down Suki, you're pacing is giving me a head ache" Seonghwa said to her, she huffed before moving over and plopping down onto the couch next to Wooyoung, he took hold of her hand, rubbing his thumb in small circles on the skin.

"So what was it you guys were saying exactly?" Suki asked watching as Wooyoung became slightly rigid beside her. She frowned but didn't react to his new bodily posture.

"Well Wooyoung suggested that the two may be mate" Seonghwa said from the other side of the couch, he wiggled his shoulders back into the cushions to get comfortable.

"Yeah" Jongho giggled, Suki turned her gaze to him, a small "Please don't" came from her mate beside her.

"he suggested that after telling us all about how much he loves you and how you're his whole world, it got cheesy real fast" Jongho added as Wooyoung tugged his hand from hers, covering his pinkening cheeks.

Now his odd posture made sense.

The others grinned and smirked when Suki 'awww' while turning to Wooyoung poking him in the side, he moved to get away.

"Thanks Jongho, you just fed into her ego" Wooyoung muttered from behind his hands. Causing the others to laugh.

His ears burned hot of which Suki took quick notice of, rubbing her finger along the ridge of it, "You love me that much to talk about it infront of my brother"

Peaking out from behind his hands, Wooyoung kept his face hidden from the other boys, "You know how much I love you, don't you ever question that"

Suki didn't believe she could ever have felt better then the day Wooyoung had officially made her his, and him hers but clearly she was wrong, heart swelling twice its size in her chest at his words.

She took hold of his hands, pulling them away from his face, leaning forward she kissed him.

All five of her brothers sat up, ever single one of them looking away, Seonghwa began to pick off non-exsisatnt fluff from his clothing, while the others looked at anything around the room that wasn't Wooyoung or Suki.

Suki pulled away, looking down to her lap. Only when she moved her gaze up did she notice the awkward looking brothers of hers. She sighed, realising she had broken the promise she had made to herself about restricting the amount of PDA her and Wooyoung had around her brothers.

Hongjoong quipped an eyebrow up, "Shall we continue with our conversation?"

Suki nodded, it was her cheeks that started to grow into a hue of pink this time, Wooyoung grabbed hold of her hand giving it a light squeeze. The touch was like an ice pack, cooling down her body, but yet at the same time his touch electrified her in the best way possible.

"Do you think Yeosang has figured it out yet?" Jongho asked, leaning back in his chair, relaxing after the awkwardsness of the previous moment.

Suki shook her head, "No, I don't think he has, not yet, he still has that...look in his eyes when he looks at her" she looked at her mate beside her "Do you know what I'm talking about?"

He nodded, "I have to agree with you on that"

"Like you ever disagree with her" Yunho joked letting out a huff of air that could be dubbed a small laugh.

Wooyoung frowned, "I do sometimes!" he tried defending himself

"You really don't" Seonghwa interjected, Wooyoung leaned back, folding his arms over his chest like a five year old would if they were having a tantrum.

Suki smiled at him, patting his knee for comfort, "It's okay, I'm always right anyways"

"The hell you are!" Mingi yelled across the room at her.

It didn't take them long to start up a slibling like argument, petty comments going back and forth, Hongjoong groaned placing his fingers to his temple, he was starting to get a headache with all the yelling.

He eventually started to yell back which only made the volume of the room go up, Jongho sat grinning in his seat, he was the only one who wasn't joining in on the yell-fest, he only sat and watched the carnage as it unravelled amongst the Fedora pack siblings.

Jongho laughed when Suki stood up, Wooyoung desperately trying to get a grip of her arm as she advanced towards Mingi, The giant stood leaping over the back of the couch.

Wooyoung lost his grip of the female's arm real quick mutter a small 'she's loose' under his breath, she threw herself over the couch as Mingi took of running.

"GET BACK HERE YOU SHITHEAD!!" she yelled, the other still continued to argue among themselves, unfazed by Suki as she took off after the running Mingi.

He screamed as she got closer, grabbing hold of a pillow from the nearby chair he threw it over his head, hoping it would hit and deter her from her course of possible homicide.

Thinking he had gotten away he turned to check were she was, he was deadly wrong, eyes widened when she jumped onto the table in the middle of the room, she emitted a small scream as she lunched herself at him.

Mingi panicked, jumping back to get out her way he crashed straight into a book case, it knocked sideways taking all the items encased inside with it.

Realising the items inside all belong to Suki, Mingi's blood ran cold when it thundered down against the floor.

The yelling in the room momentarily paused, everyone looking in the direction of the two of them.

Mingi looked guilty, face flushed white with fear, Suki was seething, "Did you just?-"

Mingi didn't wait for her to finish her sentence, jumping over the bookcase, his arms flaring out around and up over his head when he heard her jump over after him.

"Help Me!!" Mingi screamed, his brothers simply laughed watching him run the room, trying to get as far away from Suki as possible.

She tackled him, and he went down like a sac of tatties, a burst of air exploding from his chest.

The others finally jumped into action, yelling at Suki to let Mingi go when she grabbed hold of the giant by the ankle.

Seonghwa and Wooyoung grabbed her, while Yunho, Hongjoong went to grab Mingi's hands.

Mingi desperately held onto them, praying to get away form his now demonic sister. She continued to scream, Seonghwa and Wooyoung had now lifted her complety off the ground in their attempt to pry her off the ever screaming Mingi.

Her grip didn't ease up and in the end Mingi also ended up in the air with her, he continued screaming.

Jongho was bent over laughing at the scene, finding it highly amusing as he wiped away a tear. His stomach hurt as he watched his siblings screaming at each other.

Mingi was just screaming, Suki was screaming at him that she was going to kill him, Seonghwa, Wooyoung, Hongjoong and Yunho were all screaming at Suki to let go of Mingi but she wasn't listening.

And it was at this perfect time that Yeosang opened the door, Tia at his side.

They both stood in shock, seeing Mingi and Suki hung in the air by the others trying to pull them apart, Suki was pratically growling at Mingi by this point, trying to claw her way along his body towards his face, the other continued yelling.

Tia was slightly intimidated by them all covering her ears from the onslaught of loud innvassive noise.

Yeosang glanced at her when she did so, he sighed, this was the best first impression ever.

"Guys" he started. They ignored him.

"Guys" he tried again, they continued screaming.

"Guys" he was losing his patience as they were making him look stupid in front of Tia.

"Guys" they got louder.

"GUYS!"

They all froze mid position as if they were statues, slowly they all looked at him heads all moving in sync they smiled at him innocently as if they were children caught in the cookie jar.

Realising who was stood next to him, their smiles faded from their lips, They others swiftly dropped Mingi and Suki onto the ground.

The pair landed with an 'oof' sound emitting from both of them. They quickly stood up side by side, Suki glared at him through the corner of her eye. She bit the inside of her lip to stop herself from growling at him.

"What, What are you doing down here Yeosang?" Seonghwa asked panting, from his efforts of fighting with his sister.

Yeosang scratched his nose, sighing once more, looking to each of his siblings, "I came to formely introduce Tia to my family" he said gesturing to Tia stood at his side, she gave them a small smile and little wave.

Awkwardly the siblings waved back.

Tia was a little taken aback, edging closer towards Yeosang, the female stood across from her smiled at the action. weird.

"Tia, this is my family," Yeosang started, pointing a finger at them going along the brief line they had formated in, "That's Jongho, Seonghwa, Wooyoung, Suki, Mingi, Yunho and the short one is Hongjoong"

"For the last time, I'm not THAT short" Hongjoong yelled, the others in the line tried to hide their laughter, covering their mouths with the back of their hands or hiding the laughter with a forced cough, Hongjoong glared down the line at each of them.

Suki stood, narrowing her eyes she casually chewed the inside of her cheek, watching Tia, the only other female who could possible stay at the house, her first friend, her first sister.

But judging by the situation Tia had met them all Suki would be surprised if she chose to stay, oh well First introductions could fuck themselves.

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Your breath danced in the sky of the frigid air, you were supposed to be inside mingling with the other guests and having fun, but Mikaelson galas were never your thing no matter how much Rebekah forced you to attend. Not that you didn’t know how to party, God knows you knew how to throw it back but the anxieties of a big crowd who ninety-seven percent you didn’t know kept you prisoner to the balcony. And being honest, you didn’t mind. One thing Mystic Falls was good for was their nightlife, you had never seen stars twinkle so brightly or the moon staring down at you so humbly.

“I thought you'd be out here,” you felt a familiar whisper in your ear as two long arms wrapped around you. “Anything the matter love?” Klaus’ stubble tickled the side of your face.

“Nothing.”

“If nothing was the matter, then you’d be out there with me”, he pulled you closer, “showing you off in that ravishing dress that I sat in a dressing room for hours waiting for you to pick.” You could feel the smirk in his voice.

You fought back a smile as you turned around and playfully jabbed your elbow into Klaus’s gut.

“There’s that beautiful smile, now how about that dance love.”

Your face dropped, “But Kl-”

“If it's prying eyes you’re scared of,” he took one of your hands into his, “I’ll stay close to you.” He kissed you hand. “And if it’s the dancing you’re scared of, remember that you are a professional, it anyone has to be scared it me,” he joked in hope of making you feel more at ease.

Knowing you couldn’t resist the accursed Mikaelson charm you caved. “Fine.”

Your ears welcomed the sound of smooth saxophone and delicate piano, there was not a hitch at the gala. As to be expected. Discreetly looking around all the guests were in their best attire, whether rented or bought, for the night.

You caught Rebekah, Kol and Elijah in the crowd. “Y/N! I’m surprised to actually see you’re out here”, Rebekah remarked taking a sip from her wine glass. “And I see that my choice is dress fits you well.” She took a whole scope of the gold ball gown that hugged your body. The gown had off the shoulder sleeves with glitter decorations that matched the gold makeup that adorned your face. It complimented nicely against your brown skin tone making it even more radiant, even you had to agree that you looked like a meal that Klaus couldn’t stop staring at. All observations from how tight Klaus is holding you at the waist and how his fingers are wandering slightly.

Kol turned his attention from Rebekah to you and smiled, “I’m sure Klaus had his hand in this somewhat, but nonetheless happy to see you enjoying the party Y/N.” You nodded your head in thanks, and pulled a curly away from your face that had happened to have fallen out your elegant bun.

“You look beautiful tonight”, Elijah humbly complimented you and gave a cheers with his wine glass.

“Thank you, I can say the same for you all as well”, you complimented them all back with a smile and it was true. Rebekah had on a deep red fitted dress that showed off her curves, Elijah as usual was wearing a suit but it was all plack. Kol was dressed in a classic suit, with a white blouse, black bow ties, and his best accessory his smirk. Klaus was dressed similarly, but instead of a smirk Klaus donned a knowing smile almost as mischievous as the stars you were gazing at earlier. But, this smile brought out his dimples that you loved so much and at times rarely got to see.

Klaus cut in and took your hand, “I am sure you would all be more than delighted to continue complimenting Y/N, but she owns me a dance.” Rebekah rolled her eyes at Klaus’s antics and walked off, leaving Kol and Elijah to their own devices. Not waiting on them Klaus turned to you, “Shall we?”

Craning your neck to look up at him you nodded, “We shall.” He led you to the crowd of dancers and placed his hand on your hips ready for the next slow song to begin. The second the song started you and Klaus started moving, most of your jitters melted in the joint swells of music and pleasure. You felt right in his arms, and he caught in yours, the steps flowing you two like sighs slipping against a silk pillow. Klaus's breath, short and trembling, brushed your hair, and he saw the laughter glitter in your eyes.

“Tell me I didn’t do you a favour tonight,” he whispered in your ear.

You flashed him a rueful smile.

“You wait until I step on all your toes.”

Leaning his head back to let out a laugh you and Klaus continued to twirl around on the dance floor until you needed a drink, excusing yourself for a moment you headed to the bar. You took a seat next to a young man and slouched, calling to get the waiters attention your ordered you drink and slammed it down your throat once it arrived. Not paying to how to the body sitting next to you was staring in amazement.

“Tough day?” They questioned.

“Something like that.”

He stuck out his hand,“Damon Salvatore, a pleasure.”

Grasping his hand and shaking it, “Y/N L/N”

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“Enjoying the atmosphere,” you fingered the next drink in front of you.

“You mean enjoying that dance with the devil?” Damon leaned closer to the bar, but turned his body toward you.

You hummed, “Devil? You must mean Klaus. So you were watching me… What’s so wrong about a little dance with the devil? He was God’s favorite,” you innocently inquired. What made this guy so set on Klaus anyway?

“Keyword was. Wouldn’t want to be around a guy like him,” he gave you an award winning smile that didn’t reach his icy blue eyes.

Matching his energy you carefully took a sip of you beverage, “Duly noted.” With that final response you decided to head upstairs for a while to clear your head and take a break from the crowded foyer. However not before noticing a lithe form brunette come talk to Damon, as she was conversing with him she shot a wary look at you then focused back on Damon. You made a face, something about the way she carried herself and her energy threw you off.

Walking into your bedroom you noticed that there was a tower of different types of cupcakes on a stand on your dresser. You bit back a smile as you took the note that was on the tray and read, the note being from Klaus didn’t contain much. Just a ‘For my darling’ but it was enough for you. Klaus probably knew you'd get tired of the celebration going on downstairs with people you didn’t know, how thoughtful. Without missing a beat you shoved a powdered brownie into your mouth in delight. This was proving to be a day in your favor, you decided to sit on your bed and continue to enjoy your time scarfing down the delicious sweets.

However, while being preoccupied with licking the frosting off your finger you didn’t feel a sneaking presence behind you, and from then on your world dimmed from your perspective, and you were welcomed by darkness.

“Mmmhhh….” You groaned awake, there was something stiff sitting under you. If you were still enough you could feel a draft around your ankles.

“Welcome back to the land of the living sleeping beauty,” a familiar voice teased. Your brows furrowed, you clenched your eyes not wanting to open your eyes to the blinding lights that were waiting for you. The whizing of the lightbulbs were making your pounding headache worse, you felt your body sway in the chair you were placed- more like tied to- in.

Not being particularly in the mood for whatever was about to happen, “Suck my left titty.”

“Ohhh such colorful words for a lady.”

Opening your eyes just a sliver, you hissed in pain at the bright lights, “I’ll show you a lady when I shove my foot up your ass.” You gulped right after that comment, your throat was as dry as the Sahara.

You heard some shuffling around the room, “Here”, a cool glass of water was pressed to your lips that you eagerly downed. Gathering enough grit to open your eyes, the lights burned your eyes but you ignored it and took a look of the room you were in through blearly eyes.

Once you realized where you were, you scoffed, “You have got to be kidding me. A cellar? Seriously?” You turned your head forward, your puffy dress making it difficult to adjust your seating. You realized it was Damon in the room with another man, he was older with dull blue eyes and sandy blond hair.

“At least it’s not some creepy tomb,” quipped Damon who leaned back against a wall.

“Enough with the chit chat”, the mystery older man butted in stepping forward, “What is your affiliation with Niklaus.”

Giving him back a dull look, you shifted back in your seat, taking careful note of how the rope tied around your wrists were beginning to rub them raw. Not liking your silence, the man stepped forward and leaned in close to your face.

“I asked you a question”, you could feel his breath on your face.

There was a long pause, internally rolling your eyes you answered, “The white man's whore.” His eyes went wide for a second not expecting the type of answer from your mouth, you heard Damon snort in the background. You had to stifle a laugh, “Kidding, I’m one of Klaus’s friends.”

“Friend? I just thought you were one of mindless blood bags,” Damon muttered off to the side, “That psychopath isn’t capable of having or even maintaining friendships.”

Squatting in front of you, the man who had yet to introduce himself scanned your face and body, “I never believed that my bastard of a son would obtain a friend, a lady to some extent no doubt.” His blue eyes continued to pick and prod at your body, most likely wondering why you haven’t started to beg for your life. You were as cool as the other side of the pillow, almost as if you were treating all of this as a game.

Cocking your head to the side, “So… You must be the infamous Michael, huh. I expected someone more… frightful.” You carefully chose your words and kicked off the heels you were still in, somehow you knew this encounter would take a while.

“An immortal vampire hunter doesn’t scare you?”

“Quite frankly, people in white sheets with holes cut in them have a higher place on my fright-o-meter than you”, you answered smarty and tilted your head. You watched as Michael’s previously amused face morphed into a frown. “So what do you want with me? If you thought I was somehow Klaus then you desperately need glasses.”

Damon stepped in with his arms crossed, “We didn’t, we just thought you’d be somewhat important to the big bad wolf seeing as you’re not dead yet. Considering our coupe d'etat didn’t work out so well, you were plan B.” He relaxed his shoulders, “Or in this case, our collateral damage if things get dicey.” Damon seemed proud of his last minute plan.

There was a pause as you took everything in, “So… What I’m hearing is your sorry excuse for an overthrow failed, so you ran around like headless chickens to try and save your own ass so you kidnapped me.” You squinted your eyes in thought, “And in all of that you left an original- correction Klaus Mikaelson, with ground zero morals free to roam the town in possibility of finding the girl you kidnapped. Man, and I thought you were dumb before.”

“What could you possibly know about killing an original?”

“Nothing”, you shrugged, “but I do know Klaus and he will most definitely set everything in his path ablaze to find something in light of your shitty. In conclusion, he’ll dick your shit.” You finished with a straight face.

Damon seemed to mull this over in his head while Michael turned his attention back to you.

“Ladies, shouldn't curse”, his beady eyes tried to stare through you.

Without missing a beat, “Get fucked-”

The rest of your sentence was cut off as Michael backhanded you and your face went sharply to the side, the sound of the slap resounded in the room.

Damn looked startled, “Wait, I didn’t know harming the h-”

Michael cut him off sharply, “Leave us boy, I have some catching up to do with my sons friend. I see it… obligatory to see what he’s been up to.” He turned his back to Damon to look at you as you recovered from the slap, your cheek was turning crimson.

You grit your teeth through the sting, “You hit like a bitch.” Which almost earned you another that Damon sped over to catch Michaels wrist tightly in his grip.

“You better keep it light with the hits”, Damon whispers through his teeth, eye staring intensely intO Michales. “If your little plan doesn’t work then we’re all fucked.”

Roughly grabbing his hand back, Michael shrugged him off, “If Klaus is the same weak boy that I knew centuries ago, then he’ll be easy to detain. Now leave us.” Damon stared on more for a few seconds, and then took his leave. Michael turned his attention back to you once again, and roughly grabbed your face with one hand.

“So this is what my dear son is so fond of. You have quite a mouth on you… Let’s change that.” And you were met with another backhand to the face that turned your world dark.

The Salvatore cellar smelled metallic and there were droplets of blood on the flood courtesy of Michael. You had been in and out of consciousness for what you could only guess were two days. You whole body felt like it was on fire, you could tell your face was swollen just by the gentle throbbing of it. Damon had been nice enough to make sure you were somehow fed, and took a daily shower. With all this craziness you should've been saved by now. You hadn’t heard a peep out of anyone’s mouth about his whereabouts and it was beginning to scare you.

With how things were going, it seemed like the universe hated you for the moment, your wrists had most definitely been rubbed raw and hurt like a bitch. Your back hurt too with sitting in a chair day and night, you were brought out your thoughts when you heard a distant crash upstairs and some yelling. You tried keeping up with your ears, but your body had other plans and shut down to the amount of stress you were under.

You felt the room sway under your feet, you hissed in pain as you felt someone tug on the rope that tied your wrists behind you back on the chair. Mentally you weren't very present as what was happening around you at the moment. Elijah had just come down the stairs to retrieve you as Rebekah and Klaus dealt with the bodies occupying the upstairs.

Elijah took a look at you and cursed under his breath, dealing with Klaus's mood swings when you were taken was a challenge. But, after seeing the state that you were in Elijah knew that Klaus seeing you like this would open up a whole other can of worms the world was not prepared to see. It took some time for him to calm Klaus down enough for him to think clearly about his next move with the salvatores. It took even more additional time for Elijah and Rebekah to consult Klaus on not using any high-strung anger and or violence when trying to get you back. This all led to the present, Klaus negotiating and somewhat arguing with the salvatores about getting you back, knowing that trip was in order. In addition, Elijah had to console Klaus on Michael being back in Mystic Falls. It was a hard time for the Mikaelson family of seeing their father back. While during Y/N's is absent Kol went on a purge of Mystic Falls trying to find you. He had a record number of the next snaps and missing people's cases in a small town. Rebekah on that other hand was livid as well, as she should be considering you are one of her favorite humans. But she was more calm about the situation unlike Kol and Klaus. She knew that it would only be a matter of time when she found you, and when she did she would have to destroy anyone and everyone who had anything to do with your kidnapping.

That all led to the present, Klaus had Damon pinned to a wall almost about to break his neck with his hand plunged into his chest squeezing his heart. Rebekah had Stefan on the ground with her high heel pressed dangerously close to his neck, she wasn’t one for games at the moment. And there was Kol with his trusty titanium baseball that he knocked out Elena’s kneecap in with. In all the chaos, Michael decided to make an entrance. He smoothly walked down the top balcony with a glass of bourbon with some ice cubes unbothered by the scene as if he expected no less.

“I was beginning to wonder when you lot would show up”, then he took a sip. “You are all quite tardy on your part.”

Stefan struggled under Rebekah’s foot, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Ah ah ah,” Michael wagged his finger, “You’re not in the position to be asking questions, or demanding for that matter. First things first, you have something I want.”

The room went silent, besides Damon grunting on the unrelenting grasp Klaus had on his heart. Klaus stared intently at his hand in Damon’s chest trying to figure out what he meant.

Kol broke the silence, “You mean the white oak stakes.”

“Michael chuckled, “Ah and we have a winner. Without the stakes, no point in getting Y/N back how you found her.” At that remark Rebekah tensed.

“What do you mean,” Klaus growled under his breath.

“I mean, your little… companion is losing quite a bit of blood at the moment. It would be unfortunate for the vampire blood in her system to kick in. At that revelation Klaus’s blood ran cold.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He smiled and took a long sip of his drink, “Your call.”

Fighting an internal battle, Klaus caved.

“Elijah if you will.” The named original walked in timely with his suit and a large black duffle bag in hand.

“Are you sure about this Klaus?” He questioned with a straight face as he kept his eyes on Michael. Rolling his eyes gave a silent reply. Not waiting any longer, Elijah opened the duffel bag and threw it in Michaels’s line of sight and sped off to find you down in the cellar. Elijah came back up with you in his arms, your dress was ruined, wrists a red swollen mess as well, and your face held purple bruises and some blotches of blood underneath. The originals took a look at you and the room physically dropped in temperature.

“Y/N!” Rebekah and Kol cried in concern, Rebekah kicked Stefan unconscious and ran over to your body to take a closer inspection.

Klaus watched from the distance, his face contorted in unbridled anger, he quickly snapped Damon’s neck and made a walk over to the doppleganger. He slowly squatted in front of her, he watched the look of fear in her eyes as she tried to scoot back with her injured knee. “Get Y/N back to the house, I’ll catch up.” His siblings looked at him warily but didn’t argue and took their leave. His tone was low and dark, “Whatever victory you think you have over me I can fully assure you that you’ve made the biggest blunder of your measly human life. If for a second I even think you’re in cahoots with my father I will slaughter everyone and everything you love.” Klaus paused for dramatic effect, and reached out mechanically to wipe a tear from Elena’s face then roughly grabbed her chin so she could face him fully. “When I’m through with you, you’ll be begging me for death,” he squeezed her face tighter and his look went cold, “If you really thought you could subdue me, then you’re dumber than the Petrova girl.”

Once Klaus got home, he sought to it that the servants inside tend to your wounds and had you on an IV in your bedroom. He watched you like a hawk as they began to clean you up and wrap you in bandages. The damage done to your were only surface level, no completely broken bones but mostly damaged skin and some internal bleeding on your face.

Klaus stood at the doorway into your bedroom to see how you were fairing, he was greeted by the sight of your curly hair in every which way on your satin pillowcase. Stepping inside the room over to your bedside he carefully took a look over you. Klaus's dark blue-green eyes scanned over your face, your previously coco caramel skin was beginning to turn purple and red. He reached out his hand and slowly dragged a thumb across your dark circles, anger boiled in his stomach. Clenching his jaw he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Getting up from his seat he made his way to the door, but not before shooting one last glance over his shoulder at you.

That night at the Mikaelson Gala, Klaus was having his best time with you. Albeit you were a little awkward on the dance floor, but it's one of the quirks he learned to like the most about you. But the joy that Klaus felt that night was rendered short by the Mystic Falls gang trying to kill him in a poorly planned ambush. Don’t get Klaus wrong, he was always ready for an ambush, he was never caught lacking… Until that night. During his time in Mystics Falls Klaus picked up some things: the town would always foolishly try to save the doppelganger and with all the bat shit crazy things to happen in this town, no on ever decided to move out of town. But the original would have never guessed he’d come face to face with his father, Michael, that night. The only man that has ever struck fear and a multitude of emotions inside him, so of course it caught him off guard when a dagger was nearly plunged into his heart by him.

Watching you in bed in the worst condition he’s ever seen you in pulled at his heart and actually made him feel human which at times he detested. Klaus took the stairs down on his way to his study where he found a glass of whiskey already poured waiting for him. He chugged the glass in one go and relaxed in his chair staring blankly at the grandfather clock next to his large oak doors. Deep into his thoughts he wondered where he went wrong, he was an original of course his power was sublime and unmatched, he could take on anyone. He was the Klaus Mikaelson. But for once Klaus doubted his skill to protect the one he loved, he still got chills from the man that used to beat him and let a tiny gang of misfits best him. Sighing, he opened a drawer in his desk and removed the false bottom. There lied a black velvet box, thumbing the box in both his hands, he took a peek inside the box and stared at the ring. The ring was anything but humbling, but it was a token of Klaus’s love that he thought he was ready to give you. A promise to forever love you, always and forever. But now always and forever seemed short. Pocketing the box Klaus rolled back his shoulders and got up, with the arrival of his father he needed to make preparations for the future. In one swift movement he headed out his door to do some diabolical planning to keep his thoughts away from analysing how slowly his love for you was becoming a battlefield.

Getting out of bed had been the hardest thing to do in days, your hair was in a curly mop that was beginning to become matted, not to mention you had lost some weight from your period of depression. You were nothing short of a mess, but a mess who was trying their best. Throwing your curly locks into a bun you walked out the Mikaelson compound and headed to the one place you could think: How Sway Studios. You had tried to look for Kaus or anyone else earlier when you got out of bed, but no one was home. The illuminating neon lilac sign bounced harshly off your eyes, roughly digging into your pocket you fished out the keys to unlock the studio. The smell of freshly mopped floors greeted your nose and so did the mirror wall adjacent from you. You took in your disheveled look and dark circles.

Wack.

You sighed and connected your phone to the speakers, the whole entire weeks had been a mess. A fuckery among proportions that you had somehow survived. You let the first couple of songs pass over you as you began to stretch on the floor, your joints screamed at you for being inactive for the past days. Coming up from touching your toes you took a moment.

Always and forever, huh? You snorted, the award for the best act of 2014 went to Klaus Mikaelson. Standing ovation, you thought bitterly. Standing up you began to do a few practice basic moves to warm up some more. To say you were angry was an understatement, you were outright ready to air a bitch out in front of his mama. Chakras damn near all the way fucked up.

“Hey, Google.” A ding echoed through the room signifying your device hear you loud and clear. “Shuffle ‘Heavy is the Head’ playlist.”

Oh yeah, you were in one of those moods. You dragged a chair front and center in the mirror already anticipating the sound that’s about to free your soul.

You don't own me

I'm not just one of your many toys

You sauntered around the chair until you slowly took a seat, making sure to keep eye contact with yourself in the mirror. You slowly spread your legs open and dragged your hands down your thighs and legs.

You don't own me

Don't try to change me in any way

In a quick second, you crossed one leg over the other and had taken your hair out of its bun. Coyly fluffing it up as you embodied the energy of the song.

I can always have just what I want

She's that baddest I would love to flaunt

But nope, she ain't with it though

All because she got her own dough

Boss bossed if you don't know

She could never ever be a broke hoe

Up out the chair, you make quick ball changes to the mirror, not forgetting to sway your hips. With a spin you were back to back with the mirror, hands slowly descending beside you. You could feel the speakers vibrations through the mirror into your chest.

You don't own me

Don't tie me down 'cause I'd never stay

Really though, honestly

I get bored of basic bitches

One aerial cartwheel back into the middle of the dance floor, you sashayed to the side and slowly squatted down and mean mugged the mirror. Damn, right you were no basic bitch.

She's the baddest, straight up vicious, texting her asking her

If she's alone and if she'd sent some pictures, she said no

Well goddamn, she said come over and see it for yourself

In the next move, you were on the floor and twisting your body and arching your back off the floor while mouthing the words ‘come over and see it for yourself’ completely getting lost in the music. From that, you snapped forward into a split and crawled seductively towards the mirror.

The next couple of songs became a blur, you were pouring out all of you emotions and the bullshit you felt. You had no idea where the energy and the audacity to pull these moves were coming from, but you weren’t complaining. You were giving the best dance show of your life, unknown to you, to a watchful hybrid at the door.

As the music began to fade away he finally spoke, “Having fun, love?” Klaus stepped forward, “It was a surprise to come back to the house to see you weren’t there.”

Rolling your eyes, you were breathing hard and your legs were aching. Ignoring Klaus you went up to the mirror to fix your hair back into a bun and get ready for the next song. You pulled your arms above your head and stretched out your back only to hear a resounding pop that made you cringe. This was a much-needed dance practice.

You heard a scoff off to the side, “The silent treatment dear? Are we still children?”

I should be asking you that question, you thought to yourself squaring your shoulders. Apparently we are since communication hasn’t been a thing between us for the past few days, I get kidnapped, saved, then completely ghosted? Nah, this isn’t how this shit works. You let angry thoughts run in your mind.

Lover come over

Look what I done

You internally rolled your eyes once you realized the song that was being played, it just had to be a sentimental contemporary piece. Getting into character you hunched your body over and dramatically dung you hands into your curls, in one fluid sweep you swung your leg over in a complete aerial turn around angling your body to the ceiling. From then on you pushed yourself back into a backflip. If anyone had to avoid someone, it should be you. You were the one taken hostage and tortured in the Gilbert’s basement, granted your foul-mouthed insults did egg them on, but who were you without them?

I been alone so long

I feel like I'm on the run

Face contorting into pain you gave a running start into a mid-air split and into a grand jeté. Overall the whole situation was handled, though you came out bloody and battered you lived via care of Rebekah, Kol, and Elijah keeping a watchful eye on you. But who was missing from that equation? Klaus. Who was nowhere to be found, no texts, calls, or even a carrier pigeon to ask how your recovery was. The man ghosted the living hell out of you, choosing to only come at the oddest of hours when you were asleep or avoid the house in general. Always and forever, huh? Your forced your body to lunge to the floor and curve upward with your legs to get back to standing position.

Klaus’s eyes hadn’t left your body once since he stepped in, he had seen you dance before, but somehow this all seemed different. He walked closer to, the music was so loud he could feel it under his shoes. You carried yourself with a melancholic yet rebellious energy, but that wasn’t all that was there. His dark blue-green eyes scrutinized your every move deeply in thought, he knew what he did wrong. Hell, he always did.

Lover Come over

kick up the dust

Your leg extended back as you step balled changed upright, legs shifting smoothing over the glossing floors. The only people that kept you company during recovery was everyone, but Klaus. Even Kol for once humored you with your outdated jokes about Stalin and Abyssinia.

You huffed, and closed your eyes for a second to pull of a pirouette, only to be met with your hand in someone else’s getting spinned into their chest.

“You know I don’t like being ignored, love.” Klaus’s hot breath tickled inside your ear as he held you firmly.

“I could say the same to you,” you sneered as he grabbed you by your hips and hoisted you over his shoulder.

“You know I’m busy.”

You dipped yourself back, crossing over his torso, “Busy enough not see your girlfriend who was recovering from being locked in a basement by mediocre vampires and a witch?” You briefly took notice of his shoes that would eventually scuff up your studio floors, you made a mental note to yell at him for that later. “I’m human, not stupid, love.”

I got a secret

Starting to rust

You landed back on the ground and folded over, hands pressed against Klaus’s chest.

“I never said you we-”

You cut him off, “Then for the love of everything, why the hell did you ghost me in my ‘time of need’?” You came back up and met his eyes, your brows furrowed. He wasn’t making any sense. “You don’t even look like yourself anymore.” And Y/N had never been so correct, she fully looked at Klaus’s face. His under eyes were slightly puffy and dirty blond hair more out of place than usual, though it was only criminal to look this good, this wasn’t her Klaus.

She said I'm looking like a bad man

Smooth criminal

She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before

She said that I don't look like me no more no more

I said I'm just tired

She said you're just tired

Despite their lack of communication, both Klaus and Y/N’s feet and body moved in sync, and there was no reason it shouldn’t have. At first glance, it didn’t seem like Y/N and Klaus would be a perfect fit as a couple, or in Y/N’s case someone to date at all. Klaus was Klaus, a conniving vindictive hybrid with power the only thing on his mind and seeing his enemies bend to their knees. A force of nature to be reckoned with in the supernatural world, and other side. A soul that wanted nothing more to set the world ablaze and sit and iron thrown watching all those who’ve overlooked him as the runt of the litter to burn with glassed over eyes.

And then there was Y/N, a girl who didn’t know when to shut the hell up and got messy real quick when tea was spilled. Unlike Klaus, Y/N had a heart of gold and gave tough love just like her mama when she lost a fight, ‘you’re fighting again, if you don’t beat their ass I’ll beat yours’ her mother's words echoed in her head. Though Y/N always viewed the world in the worst possible light from past experiences, she strived to see the best in it. And by some grace or cruelty depending on who was asking, of the divine she met Klaus Mikaelson. Truth be told they didn’t start off on the best foot, the Mikaelson saw Y/N as a joke within his eyes, but a joke that somehow wormed their way into his heart nonetheless. And unknown to Y/N, she worked her magic on the rest of the Mikaelson clan. Somewhere in between all the bullshit of Mystic Falls and ancient evils trying to take over, Klaus fell in love with Y/N and vice versa, however, it wasn’t all that simple.

Klaus Mikaelson wasn’t the easiest person to love, not by a long shot. And who could blame him? The bastard child born out of wedlock, beaten by his father, one of the originals abominations to roam the earth, daggering his siblings for hundreds of years, the list could go on. The Mikaelson himself knew that, but never let it bother him. A lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinion of sheep, he'd think to himself at times. But, despite his many faults the hybrid managed to find someone who loved him and who’d put up with his brazen attitudes, mood swings, and homicidal tendencies. Which made this all the more difficult to do.

Lover come hold me

Heads on the fritz

Body intoxicated

feelings comfortably mixed

Klaus pulled you in close once more as you swirled gracefully on the floor, you got a lungful of his scent pine and sea salt. He replied, “I never felt more like myself in my life.” You weren’t buying whatever he was trying to sell, hooking your leg around his torso you brought up your other leg up vertically to the ceiling. If he wanted to shut you out, then he had another thing coming.

“You can lie all you want, but I can see right through your shit Niklaus.”

“I have no recollection to what you may be hindering at,” he quipped back and gently dipped you down.

You face didn’t move away from his face for a moment, your eyes looked deeply into his. Searching for an answer to his behavior, “Klaus, after that whole mishap with the Mystic Falls Scooby Doo Gang you went completely silent on me. My ass was in bed damn near depressed and not once did you come to visit. No calls, no text, not even a carrier pigeon.” As you carried on your voice began to rise in volume and speed up.

Klaus’s eyes wavered against yours for less than a second, but that was all you needed.

“And don’t you give me that kicked puppy face, you knew what you were doing.” You felt your face begin to heat up in anger. “So-”

Klaus harshly pushed you away, “So I had to go on a complete rampage to find you after the gala, right after my own father almost staked me with help of that flimsy doppelganger. I had to deal with the dimwitted Salvatore brothers and a Bennett who thought they could stand a chance against The Original.” As he pulled you back in, Klaus heaved you up into his arms and gave you a spin. His voice grew harder, “I had to succumb to a poultry excuse of a hostage situation and wait for days to get the only human-” he put you down with your back pressed against his chest. You dared to stare ahead in the mirror to only be greeted by Klaus’s already staring you, his brought up his hands to gently trace the curve of your arm. “-the only person I remotely care about back. And when I got them back, they looked like the dead.”

His lips thinned in the mirror.

“They looked like the last bit of light in them had died off, their brown eyes no longer held a spark of mischief, they could barely stand on their own.”

He turned you back to him, “I had to watch my you struggle to stay awake, and it tugged at every one of my heartstrings. It made me see that I wasn’t as capable as I thought as an original and that you weren’t merely a chess game on my side of the board.”

He tilted your chin up and whispered through a searing gaze, “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

You couldn’t answer.

Lover come hold me

Could you forget?

I got a secret

Digging a ditch

He moved his left foot backward in a smooth motion, sliding across the slick floor. You slid your right foot forward, chasing his retreating foot with yours, like a fox on the hunt. Dipping forward and looking into your eyes, his fingers tightened on your ribs as his left foot came forward again, surprising your foot and chasing it back. Both souls on the dance floor stopped, toe to toe, Klaus pulled your hips in close to his.

Threatening to brush his lips against yours, he looked to the left, and then to the right. You mimicked him, turning her head opposite. To the right, then to the left.

Klaus kept talking, “It was then I once again realized how fragile humans were, and how dangerous the supernatural world would be for them.”

You face turned into a frown.

Sweating all your sins out

Putting all your thoughts back together

Oh we just don't blend out

All of my attempts seem to weather

Klaus pushed you away as though you were too terrible, yet too wonderful, to be near, yet he held on to your left hand with his right, catching you as his arms pulled taut and spinning you out and away. Then he reeled you back in, unable to give you up.

You fell into him, his strong arms wrapping you tight, protecting you before casting you out again.

“If you think I’m just gonna leave because I’m a “little human” in a dangerous and outlandish supernatural world that will most likely kill me, then you’ve definitely got me fucked up.”

Klaus chuckled at your determination and it was music to your ears, finally seeing his dimples making an appearance was a gift.

Slowly you both stopped dancing and stood face to face as the music continued to its end.

“You were always a firecracker.” Klaus took your hand into his larger ones and drew small circles with his thumb.

“Well, I’m more like a chihuahua that doesn’t know when to give up, but I like your analogy better,” you gave his hand a squeeze.

She said I'm looking like a bad man

Smooth criminal

She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before

She said that I don't look like me no more no more

It felt like ages with the both of you standing there and having a silent conversation with your eyes, but you broke it.

“Klaus,” you began slowly trying to find the words, “can you promise me, and I want your word, that when some bullshit like this happens if it happens again that you won’t shut down. I need you”, you squeezed his hand even tighter as your voice got quieter. “I can’t have you shutting me out again.”

Pulling your hand up to kiss it Klaus held your stare, “I can promise you that”, his other hand slowly crept up to your face to cup your cheek. “Only if you can promise me this, sweetheart.”

Your eyes looked hopeful, but suddenly alarmed as the hand Klaus had on your cheek moved to the back of your head to keep it in place and his eyes looked straight into yours with a mission.

Klaus’s pupils dilated, “I want you to forget about the supernatural world, forget about the the Mikaelson family and everyone you know in Mystic Falls. I want you to go home and start packing, you are to move out of Mystics Falls and go somewhere far far away from here as fast as you can.” Your body slackened at the compulsions and pupils dilated with Klaus’s, hanging onto every word. After Klaus felt that the job was done, he took one last look into your eyes and pressed a soft kiss to your lips and disappeared.

She said I'm looking like a bad man

Smooth criminal

She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before

She said that I don't look like me no more no more

At that moment he didn’t know what hurt more, watching your eyes stare right through him like you didn’t know who he was. Klaus gingerly fingered the vervain necklace in his palm that he discreetly snatched from your neck while dancing, his eyes began to sting and he licked his lips. He stared at the necklace he picked out specifically for you, half of an angel wing that had a gemstone embedded in the middle. He remembered the day he got it for you, he had the back engraved with the message Forever and his matching wing that hung around his neck had the text Always engraved on the back. With a final look, he pocketed the necklace but felt the contact of a velvet box in his pocket that he had been carrying for the past three weeks. Klaus’s heart had never felt heavier, you would always be his forever in his heart, but for the present, you were his ‘almost’.

“Goodbye, love. I’m sorry”

After a few moments you blinked rapidly to fight the nauseous feeling away, slowly your hand slid up to your neck to feel around for a chain. Knowing better than to continue searching fruitlessly for it, you clenched you hand to our chest, and closed your eyes. Taking a shaky deep breath you let your feet slowly start the trek out the studio. As you reached the entrance of the studio the chilling temperature outside made the hairs on your arms stand, you turned to look back solemnly and then continued on your way out never once looking back again. However, you did leave parting words:

“I’m sorry too.”

She said I'm looking like a bad man

Smooth criminal

She said my spirit doesn't move like it did before

She said that I don't look like me no more no more

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Twisted Teeth: Vampire Gaara x Reader Chapter 2 Part 1

It was originally going to be just one long one-shot, but I thought it best to break it up...which might lead me to going back and editing part one then, in case it's not flowing right.

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I had a lot of work to do this morning and found it almost near-impossible to catch a break and when I did Naruto showed up, and I really didn't want to leave, but I had to.

So as much as I didn't want to, I cut our fun conversation short and went out hunting for Gaara's food, I went the extra mile and caught three rabbits for him in case he was really hungry.

"Hey, it's me, I brought you some foo-" I paused in my sentence having seen that, my troubles were for naught, made clear by the two bunny bodies that were discarded in a corner.

Gaara who was looking better though still frail lifted the covers off of his body by a little to peek his head out, he looked at me and towards the three rabbits in my hand and made a gesture for me to bring them over.

"You're still hungry?" Gaara nodded.

"They're too small to supply me with the amount that I need" I bit my lip as I handed the rabbits over, quietly debating if I should ask the question that was on my mind.

Feeling like the answer was yes, I asked, "Just how much exactly do you need?" Gaara who had just bit into the rabbit, draining it of its blood, replied as I looked away.

"What I caught and what you brought me will be enough for the day" That doesn't exactly answer my question, but I left it at that.

"Alright, good" I sat down by the table, Gaara after finishing off the last bunny, sat up even more in his bed, watching me from his side of the room.

"Thank you for the meal" I cut my eyes toward him and gave a slight nod before averting them.

"....is something the matter?" Gaara asked, but before I could reply no, he answered his own question.

"Does the blood bother you?" I gave a tiny strain smile with an awkward laugh.

"Yes, a little."

"Then I will go wash up and refrain from doing this around you in the future" Gaara rose up from the bed and headed toward the bathroom.

I found it nice that he cared enough to wash himself up and was even going to not eat in front of me, I'm not sure if Gaara was just naturally this considerate or if maybe my kindness is rubbing off on him in such short time!

Either way, I'm grateful and really appreciate it, when Gaara got back he was relatively clean, you know besides his clothes which were still very dirty from his fight with the hunters and the dirt.

I think now is the time to perhaps bring him a change in clothing? Maybe Jiriaya left some behind?... I suppose I should check, I stood up from the table and went looking through his old dressers.

As I was hoping I did find some clothing, but uh they weren't going to fit and were pretty dirty them-self... covered in webbing and so much dust, so the purpose even if they did fit it would have been pointless in the end anyway...

Er, well, I guess, I could wash these and he could wear them regardless of their size? I shrugged pulling out a pair I thought he would look good in and proceeded to go clean them.

Gaara surprisingly followed me outside where the sun was still pretty much out and about, "I thought vampires perished in the sun?" kinda went out of my way to ensure that there wouldn't be a chance of him getting even a tiny bit of it on him... feels pretty pointless now.

"...I'm only half" I titled my head to the left a slightly confused, I was unaware of half-breeds among vampires and really didn't even know that they could breed.

I thought being undead kinda put a stop to certain "things" if you catch my drift... shows just how much I know about vampires...

"I.. I didn't know that was a thing" I regrettably voice my thoughts, that now that I was hearing them out loud sounded a bit insensitive or maybe I'm just overthinking it?

"It is rare, not many are capable of it, unfortunate for some or so I've heard, wheres a blessing for others" Gaara sounded a bit off when talking of this, but I didn't want to push, though I think I can guess on where he stood on it.

At least judging from his tone when mentioning certain parts of the topic, "I see... not too different from humans then so that's interesting" I offered my best smile and bright side take on the subject as I washed the clothing.

"... I guess that's true..." Gaara fell silent after that, which I guess is normal for him since he seems to be the quiet type, much like my friend Shino... though in Shino's case, I'm sure he would love to talk more if someone would let him...

"I'm glad you think so... I find it kind of nice that we have similarities in our species, I never really give it any thought till now... but I'm am pretty curious to just how much more we have in common?" I took a slight pause in washing the clothes so that I may gaze upon Gaara as I begin to ask him my question.

"Aren't you?"

"I am...now" A smile broke out on my face, happy to hear he felt the same as I returned back to cleaning, it didn't take me long to get them as good as new, so I smiled happily and begun hanging them up to dry.

"Shouldn't be too long till they are dry, but if they aren't by the time I have to go home, you can always just get them yourself" I turned to face Gaara who was still watching me from four feet away.

"Is it really okay for me to wear those?" I placed my hand on my hip as I shot him a smile.

"Why wouldn't it be? Jiraiya has long since abandoned them and I don't see Naruto wearing them any time soon so what's the harm in you putting them to good use?" I raised a brow, expecting a response, but he remained silent so I took it as him accepting my points.

So with a happy little nod, I lead him back into the cabin with a cheerful hum, I went straight for the table and pointed toward the other chair for Gaara to sit on, like I wanted he followed my little wish and sat across from me.

I placed my elbows onto the table leaning forward as I rest my chin onto my palms, gazing at my red-haired friend while probably looking pretty goofy from how I'm smiling.

"You know... when I saved you, I never imagined I would become such fast friends with you... it's really such a crazy thing that I'm finding it hard to believe even now" Gaara's face showed shock as he leaned back a bit in his seat with eyes wide.

"Friends? You think of me as a friend?" This time I was taken back and was starting to feel silly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, was I out of line? It just kinda felt like maybe we were so I-" Gaara's eyes were locked onto me as I fumbled around on finding what to say.

"I... I don't think you were... I just wasn't aware you felt so fondly toward me?... and besides" Gaara paused glancing down toward his lap for a moment before staring at the wall dejectedly.

"I've never had a friend before... is this perhaps what it feels like to...have one?" Gaara broke away from the wall to look at me with curious, sad green orbs, I felt pretty sad for him when I heard that, though if I'm being honest I suspect that he was a rather lonely fellow from our previous talks.

Smiling sweetly at my new friend, I assured him, "Yes Gaara, this is what having a friend feels like" a tiny smile made way onto his lips and it was precious.

"I see..." He said in a low, tender voice, it was so sweet and gentle, with a hint of a faint blush upon* his cheeks, I couldn't help but break out into a wide grin.

'Gaara, I promise you I'll be the best first friend you've ever had and when I'm sure that you're ready, I'll help you make even more~' I mentally vowed to Gaara to help brighten his world and fill it with some much-needed love.

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Before I had known it Gaara had made a full recovery and weeks had flown by since I found Gaara that one fateful night, I thought by the time he would get better he'd pretty much leave and just pay me visit from time to time, but.

That wasn't the case, he asked for my permission to stay in Jiriaya's cabin a little longer so we could continue to spend more time together, I told him yes, obviously, we were friends now and I wanted to get to know him better, which.

I did and like I had hoped from spending as much time as I could with him when I could sneak out or had some excuse to leave the village for a bit, I would go to the cabin and meet with Gaara as he slowly opened up to me more and more with each visit.

Gaara would share and tell me something new and fascinating about vampires, and of himself, this would contain some times sweet and fun information, but it would also yield sad and painful to hear knowledge about him, those times were bittersweet little moments, between us, that I still hold dear nonetheless.

Though as I'm sure you could guess, sneaking out to visiting him wasn't exactly easy, I couldn't be seen going out as often as I was, I didn't exactly have an excuse for it all of the time, it's not like I was a hunter despite knowing a few tricks from my grandfather who was one.

My friends and family would get suspicious as to where was I going and why was I suddenly interested in going outside of the village so out of the blue, if I were caught doing it as much as I was.

It's not as if I could tell them of Gaara, neither party was ready for that step yet, Gaara still needed more time to adjust to human companionship among other things and I somehow have to figure out to ease them into the idea of a friendly vampire.

I'm sure Naruto would be more than ready to welcome such a thing, but the others... hmm well, some convincing was in order... Especially Sasuke.

That boy is from a well know vampire hunting clan after all... wait a second... who exactly were the hunters that were attacking Gaara and just why was he being attacked?

Where I found him wasn't all that far and if I recall Sakura mentioned that Sasuke and a few members were out on a mission from a nearby town to take care of some vampires...

I bit my lip from concern that maybe that vampire could have been Gaara and his attackers could have been the Uchihas... oh lord, please no.

Taking a brief break during my walk toward my sneak-out spot, I stopped to think of what I should do if what I feared were true, how would I go about it then?

It would make everything so much harder which was something that was already going to be quite a challenge given how feared and hated vampires are, and I already knew that Sasuke was going to be the hardest to get on board with this.

'Darn it all!' I frowned as I chewed on my thumbnail out of frustration.

To be continued ➡️

#vampire gaara #naruto #au #reader insert #fanfiction #suna no gaara #gaara of the sand #vampires au #alternate universe #chapter 2 #part 1

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ineedglasses · 4 years

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VK Character Analysis: Shizuka Hiou

Once in high school, an old friend who also read VK asked me who my favorite character was, and when I said Shizuka, she was shocked. Now her favorite was Zero, and she thought I hated Zero since I liked Shizuka, his enemy.

That is not true, I don’t hate Zero. For some reason, some Zero fans seem to think anyone that likes Shizuka hates Zero. There is NO correlation between liking Shizuka and hating Zero. Some people love them both, while some people hate them both.

Anyway, my friend seemed appalled when I told her my fav character and she asked me why. At that age I wasn’t the most articulate or the most patient, so I simply told her, “just because.” So, now that I have free time and because her question had bothered me for a while, I decided I should write down my thoughts on why I love Shizuka.

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First of all, Shizuka was NOT actually insane.

Medically speaking, “insanity” is associated with conditions like bipolar disorder and schizophrenia. There is no indication in the manga or anime that she exhibited any signs or symptoms of those diseases, such as hallucinations or delusions.

The regular definition of insane is to exhibit a severely disordered state of mind or to be affected with mental illness. Even by this definition, Shizuka was not insane.

She was aware of her actions and of what is right and what is wrong. The only time she can be considered “insane” is right after her lover was killed, when she was so overcome by grief and anger she could not think straight and focused on revenge without stopping to think who the real enemy was (cough, Rido). And in that state of severe emotional turmoil she went after the Kiryuus. But I do not think that can be considered true insanity, because it was a onetime occurrence.

Shizuka knows that she was wrong to kill the Kiryuus, because they were simply following orders and doing their job, and also because the real mastermind behind her lover’s death was Rido. She even acknowledges that her actions in regard to the Kiryuu parents and Zero were “sinful”, whereas a truly crazy person probably is unable or unwilling to admit that. If anyone were actually insane in VK, it would probably be Rido.

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Secondly, she did NOT attack the Kiryuus out of a random whim or desire to do evil things.

All readers should already know this, since Hino explicitly states that Shizuka was motivated by revenge. Shizuka ONLY went after the Kiryuus because they wronged her first.

They killed her ex-human, the only person she ever loved. Hunters are only supposed to kill crazed level E’s and vampires that have harmed humans, but her lover was none of that. He should not have been killed by those standards.

But the Kiryuus were simply following orders without question, and killed someone they shouldn’t have, and thus they were killed in return.

For hunters, being killed by vampires seeking revenge is not a shocking end. Even Zero’s mom mentioned that, when they were packing, saying they should move soon so vampires do not find out where they lived. People who kill tend to get killed too, that’s just the reality of that sort of life. Zero’s parents were not normal, innocent civilians, they were people that killed vampires for a living. Thus, I don’t think Shizuka killing them is so shocking and unforgivable. I can understand why she attacked the Kiryuus, although it is still wrong (because hate breeds more hate, and the idea of an eye for an eye is not good).

What was truly unforgivable was that Shizuka turned Zero into a vampire, to hurt his parents as much as she can. This is where she went too far in her vengeance because children are innocent, it was only the parents that should be punished. And yes, I acknowledge that these actions are bad, even if I am her fan, I am not blind to her flaws.

Anyway, Shizuka would never have bothered crossing paths with the Kiryuus if they had never killed her lover.

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Thirdly, although she was an antagonist in the story, she had her own moral code. She was not evil, and rather more of a neutral grey, and I appreciate characters like that.

She wasn’t like Rido, who used even his own son as a tool, and who did not care for anyone. Shizuka cared for Ichiru, despite the fact that he was her enemy’s son. She felt a sort of kinship with him because they were both alone and had nowhere to go. She gave him her own blood and flesh and refused to turn him the whole time they were together, even when she was dying, because she knew he would have been in more danger if he was a vampire instead.

Ichiru understood that she genuinely cared for him, because even when he was dying, he asked Zero to not hate her, even if Zero can’t forgive her.

Shizuka also kept her promise to Maria and gave the sickly girl her blood to make her better (in comparison, Rido just took over Senri’s body without asking for permission or giving him anything in return).

And thus Shizuka is a sympathetic villain, and Hino points that out in the interlude chapter where Ichiru comments how Shizuka was “beautiful even as she was dying”, in contrast to Rido, who Kaname once referred to as “the dregs of an ugly obsession.”

Even Kaname felt sympathy for her, because when he killed her, he didn’t just let her drop to the floor but caught her and laid her down carefully on the floor. He also assured her that he would not let her life be wasted, and that he would definitely end Rido.

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And finally, she was a very tragic character, a victim of circumstances herself.

(This is her history, taken straight from her character profile in the official fan guide)

Shizuka was locked up in a cage as soon as she was born, because apparently some members of the Hio clan had also gone berserk before.

(On a side note, I doubt the Hious had a genetic defect leading to mental illness, it was probably a circumstantial thing, like how Rido most likely started off sane but life took directions that pushed him off the edge towards the end. After all, they are purebloods and their genes are supposed to be flawless. And Rido…I have so many thoughts about that dude, but I will save them for another post.)

Hino never stated how old Shizuka was, but since we know that Rido, Haruka, and Juri are “over 3000” according to the guidebook, she is probably around that age. If we treat the Fleeting Dreams novel as canon, then Shizuka is probably even younger than Juri, because Rido mentions that Shizuka was still “a tiny child” when his parents kept Juri away from him and engaged him to Shizuka instead. So, I assume that Shizuka spent almost 3000 years, her whole life, locked up in a cage with barely any company, except maybe the occasional visitor (like how child Kaname visited her once).

3000 years is a long, long time. To put it into perspective, the USA as a country is roughly 250 years old. So she was locked in a cage, all by herself for the timespan it would take 12 USAs to rise and fall. It is really a wonder how she did not actually go crazy and end up more damaged than she was!

Besides the tragedy of having her freedom taken away, no one loved or cared about her, something mentioned by both Maria and the guidebook. Shizuka herself commented that she was envious of Yuki, who had been cherished, unlike her.

(A bit of a tangent, but I am quite curious what happened to Shizuka’s parents. Why did they just let her be locked up? It is very irresponsible to bring a child into the world if you aren’t going to bother taking care of it. And it seemed she had family members because Kaname later on killed the head of the Hio clan. IDK what her familial relationship with that particular Hio man was, but she seemed to have been neglected by her own clan.)

Anyway, everyone probably treated her warily, like a bomb that might explode at any time. She was basically an outcast. Take for example how Aidou says it is unlucky to even mention her.

If there was someone besides her dead lover, Ichiru, and Maria, who did not treat her with suspicion or fear, it was probably Rido, and he certainly did not treat her well either. Ichiru mentions that Rido was the one who imprisoned her and changed the hunter list. Based on that, I assume Rido directly ordered her locked up, or used his influence with the Senate to have them lock her up. Either way, the dude had something to do with it.

Besides locking her up, Rido most likely treated her poorly, him being the way he is. His main issue with her is that she refused to become obedient like Senri’s mom. And IDK about the rest of you, but whenever a man says he wants to make a woman “obedient”, I get bad vibes. He probably did some shady and questionable things in his attempts to make her docile.

If Shizuka had been engaged to someone else other than Rido, someone more normal, like Isaya, her life would probably have been more bearable. Although Rido did not want her because he was unhealthily obsessed with Juri, he had to ruin Shizuka’s life and happiness instead of just letting her be. He did that out of some petty reasoning, basically “If I can’t be happy, you can’t be happy either”. His decision to put her lover on the execution list led to many tragedies.

This man is really the root of all evil in VK, LOL.

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Finally, after all those centuries of loneliness, Shizuka met someone who treated her well, for the first time. Thus, her attachment to her ex-human lover was extremely strong, and it made sense why she could not move on, why she was so consumed by revenge. Unlike normal people who can find solace being comforted by friends and family, she doesn’t have that kind of support. And furthermore, she is a pureblood, all of whom have been shown to form extremely strong attachments to the ones they love, and have trouble moving on.

And regarding her lover, we can’t even be sure if he loved her back. Shizuka said that he most likely never forgave her until the end for turning him, and that he never yielded to her, but went with her when she proposed running away together because remaining with her was his only option. Honestly, her lover didn’t seem too happy being with her, or if he did care for her, their relationship was still strained and angsty, not the simple, lovey-dovey relationship Haruka and Juri had.

Overall, her romance was ill-fated, they simply would have never worked out because they were supposed to be predator and prey. I have a feeling that even if the Kiryuus hadn’t been assigned to kill him, she and her ex-human would not have had a happy ending regardless.

Anyway, after Shizuka lost him, she also lost her will to live. She only hung on to life out of the desire to kill Rido, but she wasn’t even seriously trying. Her biggest desire was to die, and we can see that in how she didn’t bother resisting when Kaname killed her. When she laid on the floor dying, she looked the most peaceful she had ever been. Later on, Maria (mistakenly thinking it was Zero who killed her) also commented that Shizuka probably wanted Zero to kill her. Sara also said Shizuka lost her will to live and mentioned how she doesn’t want to become like her.

Finally, Shizuka was definitely tragic, because even Kaname who killed her pitied her, commenting: “It’s sad isn’t it? I wonder if anyone truly understood her.”

I love this character partly because I feel so bad for her. While Zero suffered early on, he eventually got to marry the girl he loved and had a daughter with her. Kaname also got to be with Yuki, had a daughter with her and got to meet both daughters and experience being with family when he was revived. But Shizuka…her whole life was a tragedy, and the only time she was happy was that brief period when she was with her lover. However, the time she spend with him was a tiny drop, almost nothing compared to how long her life was overall.

A lot of characters in VK had sadness in their lives, but her life struck me as the worst. If I had to pick someone to be in VK, it would definitely not be her.

IMO, her life was screwed the moment she got engaged to Rido. Even though she wasn’t crazy, she was still locked up and treated like she was. Her circumstances/fate pushed her to make the choices she did and end up a villain. If fate had been kinder to her, she would not have become a villain at all.

Other reasons I love her are because of how beautiful and elegant she is, how she has an air of mystery and sadness, and how her story just interested me the most.

And I get that other people still hate/dislike her regardless of everything I mentioned, and that is alright. This is not meant to convince people to like her, but to explain why I personally love her. So don’t come at me trying to tell me why she is evil and I should be ashamed for liking her okay? (ง'̀-'́)ง

So! If you ever read this long post, Hazel, now you know why she is my favorite character.ヽ(ಠ_ಠ)ノ

#Vampire Knight #Shizuka Hio #shizuka hiou #zero kiryu #Kaname Kuran #Rido Kuran

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cosmic-navel-gazin · 4 years

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In which I chronicle my Legacy of Kain journey and bridge it with your boy Adam Warlock! (Part 5 of many, and MASSIVE, I MEAN, HUMOUNGOUS SPOILERS for Soul Reaver 2 and the 1970’s Warlock)

Awwwwwwwww yeah we are going there, these compositions are most definitely on purpose.

This is where I realize that my true purpose in this world is to draw and talk about obscure or forgotten works of fiction, and I embrace this destiny.

Ladies and gents, laughing times are over (not really though), sh*t gets very real again.

I guess it’s a bit late for this but if you have even the slightest interest in checking any of these properties out, do yourself a favor and go experience them first hand. If you just want to see me lose my mind and don’t really care about spoilers then please, proceed.

You know, when I started this little crossover of sorts, I was just having a laugh you know? It was just a cute little thing, I’ll write this one post and maybe I’ll get enough material for a second one and that’s it. THIS IS THE SEVENTH POST (even though it says Part 5).

Never, and I do mean never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be here one day, talking about having your past and your time-travelling-future selves meet and clash, of seeing your sanctimonious attitude and overall the worst about yourself personified and given free reign to go on bloodthirsty crusades showing off how much of a hypocrite you’ve bee- but wait, I am getting a bit ahead of myself.

I’ll get there I promise, let’s go back a bit.

Where we last left off, we managed to travel back to an even more distant past than we’ve been before. To the time of the great Vampire Purge, so that Raziel can meet this infamous ancient vampire who knows all the lore and might have the answers we seek on what exactly is causing the corruption of our world.

As we step out into this era of History we notice the fields covered with the Sarafan Order banners, and the impaled corpses and chopped-off heads of vampires. No different no doubt from the kindness vampires showed mankind later when they gained the upper hand during Kain’s 1.000 year old reign. Raziel seems a bit distraught by the sight since he assumed the Sarafan to be virtuous and heroic:

“For all the butchery of Moebius’s crusade, this massacre was somehow more chilling. The killing fields of the Sarafan betrayed a kind of orderly ruthlessness, the cold-blooded righteousness of the true believer.”

“Here at last in the flesh, I beheld my former brothers-in-arms, the warrior-priests of the Sarafan order; their lives devoted solely to the annihilation of the vampire plague. And while I confess I felt a twinge of longing, a pang of grief for what I had believed was my lost virtue, I regarded them now with none of the reverence I formally felt. For I had seen the human face of the vampires, and now I beheld the monstrousness of these men.”

While on the topic of genocidal holy wars, my boy Adam here had a bit of a run with a similar pious little group that goes by the name of Universal Church of Truth, who were going about doing a bit of cleaning throughout the galaxy:

Things don’t go so well:

Interestingly enough, I’ve learned of a deleted cutscene for Soul Reaver 2 that plays out very similarly to Adam’s first encounter with this “holy” order. There was this minor female vampire character that was being hunted down and would be executed by vampire hunters right in front of Raziel.

This scene was probably removed because they knew that almost 20 years later there would be some asshole on the internet trying to compare their games to obscure marvel comics of the 70’s.

But yeah bummer for Adam here, we’re a couple of pages in and he’s already failed to save someone. However, through the power of the Soul Gem, he’s able to retain her soul for a brief moment, letting us know more about these holy inquisitors:

Some of these methods don’t seem that far off from the Sarafan, especially on the twisting of good intentions part, but on a galactic scale:

Aye, a great bunch o’ fellas all around, if you submit and “fit in”:

Damn.

Hush Adam, I’ll get back to your predicament give me a moment. I just want the good people at home to keep both this church and the Magus, the god they worship in mind for later.

Now, back to the game. In the Sarafan Stronghold during the first hour of gameplay, Raziel made comments on the vampire he’s currently seeking while looking at some stained glass depictions:

“So this was the legendary Janos Audron - reputed to have been the most ancient and diabolical vampire to have ever existed. According to folklore, he lived high in the cliffs of Nosgoth’s northern mountains, and preyed mercilessly on the defenseless villagers below. His reign of terror ended when the Sarafan finally hunted him down and tore his throbbing heart from his still-living body. (…) But I wondered - could Janos Audron truly have been as monstrous as depicted here? Or was this merely artistic licence by the Sarafan, who sought to lionize themselves by demonizing their darkest enemy?

Keep these stained glass images in mind, they’ll also be important shortly. Neetheless to say, the hype was very real to meet this Janos Audron.

And as I kept hearing about this gentleman, I thought: “I really love this cast of pricks, where everyone speaks in half truths and is hiding something and has some hidden agenda, but you know, I kind of wish there was some slim ray of hope, of goodness and honor, just some good old plain chivalry and honesty. Maybe this Janos lad won’t be as bad as he was depicted back in the Sarafan Stronghold.”

It took us a while but we’re finally make it to his retreat.

I really love the entire segment, the hopelessness and feeling of dread while making your way through this place, probably my favourite puzzle area of the game. I also really love the music and architecture here.

When we do make it to the top, BOY OH BOY were my prayers answered!

Lo and behold, enter Raziel’s new daddy/mentor figure, my man JANOS AUDRON! Proabably the one decent and kind creature I’ve seen yet in these games (if you don’t count helpless human npcs who are just trying to live their lives but are caught in all these wars, slaughter and destruction).

FINALLY an understanding, moderate, compassionate man in the midst of all the lies and deception. I love him! Oh and he has what seems to be a Romanian accent. Maybe a nod to the granddaddy of all vampires: Dracula? I think his design is cool as well, so that helps.

Before we go into huge lore dumps and while on the topic of having a brief father/mentor figure for your protagonist when he’s utterly lost, alone and confused, I thought I’d bridge it with Adam’s own once foster parent, the High Evolutionary:

From the few minutes you get to know these dads they’re very different characters with different backstories and motivations. Janos is this sad lonely old man, the last of the ancient vampires and one who has been keeping himself alive solely for his sense of duty.

While the High Evolutionary was once a man called Herbert Wyndham who performed an experiment that evolved him into a godlike being. This experience proved to be such an assault on his senses and perceptions that he chose to encase himself in this armour. Like the name suggests he is obsessed with genetic manipulation and tampering of various kinds, it is his life’s ambition.

Despite his somewhat villainous appearance, he’s never portrayed as such from what little I’ve read, he’s just…a bit creepy. Like, he takes Adam in and is super stoked about adopting him, but he also values him not so much as a person per se as you and me would, but more as one would value an impressivly carved piece of work:

I don’t know, maybe it’s his metal face that doesn’t emote much; his sometimes questionable morality; maybe it’s the fact that Adam was 5 years old at this point, a baby boy, and this pink armoured deity is super hyped about him; there’s something a bit unsettling about this guy. Have some more dubious quotes I’ve stumbled upon:

All in all, I think he did care about him, in his own strange way:

Anyway, what’s important is that these adoptive dads serve a somewhat similar purpose, and that is to push/urge our ”“”“"heroes”“”“” (I say with many quotation marks) into a more benevolant role: to guide them in their messianic mission and save a corrupted world. Basically there to provide a chance for them to be good boys. Up until now their track record leaves much to be desired, and they’ve been quite lost on what they’re supposed to be and do.

Raziel:

“So it’s all true, then - what Kain and Vorador have told me - I really am some kind of unholy vampire messiah…”

Janos:

“Unholy? -no. Messiah… perhaps.”

Raziel:

“I don’t like that word - it smells of martyrdom.”

Janos:

“Raziel, your role in this world’s destiny is more crucial - and more benevolent - than you’ve allowed yourself to believe. Your journey will not be easy - dark powers are allied against you.”

Oh and both dads give their sons their toys (Soul Reaver and Soul Gem):

Back to the meeting with Janos, we finally learn tons of things, both new and others that have been hinted at throughout, namely:

Janos has been living a life of a recluse, alone, on top of the Aerie;

Janos knows of Raziel (some old legend I think) and has been waiting for him to hand him over the Soul Reaver, saying it is the key to save Nosgoth;

The Pillars of Nosgoth were erected by the ancient vampires and they were the rightful guardians. Janos was called to be th 10th guardian, the Keeper of the Reaver;

Over time this ancient race started to die out, with their history slowly being forgotten;

Humanity prospered and since the Pillars choose their guardians from birth and vampires were no longer born, humans were called to be their guardians but were “wholly ignorant of their true purpose.”

The Circle of human guardians is led to believe (by whom we do not yet know) that vampires are a cancer in the world. Janos warns that “with their vampire purge, the members of the Circle have assaulted the very architects of the Pillars they are sworn to protect (…) With every vampire they kill, the humans are slitting their own throats.”

Janos being a cool level-headed guy here when Raziel says he must hate mankind for all the suffering they’ve brought to him:

“They fear what they don’t understand; and they despise what they fear. But no - I do not hate them.”

I find it funny how Raziel asks if humanity should be forgiven for trying to exterminate the vampire kind and doesn’t realize that: one, he himself was exterminating vampires just a couple of moments ago back in SR1; and two, how he is just like how Janos describes humanity to be:

“They don’t understand what they’re doing. They are simply unenlightened… and vulnerable to manipulation.”

Again, this last line, completely unlike a certain blue shambling corpse I know. Not like him AT ALL.

Then, as they head inside, we learn something odd as Janos presents Raziel with the Reaver. You see, the two times Raziel has been close to the Soul Reaver still in its physical form, reality started to bend and distort (I show it off in this previous post).

When we met Kain and decided not to kill him, he explained that when: “two incarnations of the blade meet in time and space, a paradox is created, a temporal distortion powerful enough to derail history”

This distortion, or sense of displacement however, is nowhere to be found now when Janos presents the blade to him. Raziel feels nothing and says that “this nothingness is somehow worse…” and to get it away from him.

We learn the Reaver was forged by the same ancient vampire race that erected the Pillars (which we’ve seen hinted at when we explored the land and came accross all sorts of old murals).

But now THIS is when the game first impales me through the heart.

Me and Janos are interrupted by the Sarafan warriors who arrive carrying Moebius’ Staff (which disables vampires to the point of being barely able to move at all).

And of course! OF COURSE! Of course the moment my boy Raziel finds a truly positive influence in his life to guide and enlinghten him, and that was willing to put himself in danger in order to save him… he is axed! HEART RIPPED FROM HIS CHEST!

And by whom you ask? Who would do such a deed and kill my last ray of hope?

WHY, ME!

TWICE!

“Me” because I was the one to open an entrance to Janos’ up until then impenetrable retreat, and literally me: human Raziel of the Sarafan that lived during this time period and was head inquisitor!

A bit different from what was depicted back at the Sarafan Stronghold, we found several centuries later (putting the same image here again so you don’t have to scroll up to compare, am I swell or what?):

The Sarafan escape with Janos’ heart and the Reaver, while wraith Raziel has a final moment with Janos.

This part destroys me:

Raziel:

“Forgive me; I’m sorry… I failed you.”

Janos: (gently)

“No, Raziel. Perhaps this was my true purpose - simply to save your life this once.”

Raziel: (distraught)

“While I have taken yours…”

That last bit is probably my favourite line-read in the entire series so far (which is the most impossible thing to choose since there are so many great ones). But I think it’s the overwhelming sadness in Raziel’s voice that makes it memorable, you’ve never seen him feel like this for another creature.

Breaks my stone hardened heart every time I listen to it. And here’s why I think it’s an effective emotional scene, even though we only get a few minutes with Janos before he is murdered - it is because of contrast. Up until now everyone you meet is some degree of a bad or manipulative person, and you don’t really have a true friend or someone to confide in, there’s no one that really brings out the best in Raziel and it sucks because there is potential there. So when you introduce the apparently only decent and noble person in this god forsaken land and you’re so used to by now suspect and mistrust everyone, it is impactful because he was truth and honesty in a sea of deception and moral relativism. He was my light in the midst of the fog and the one who saw good in me. And right when you’re finally relaxing and getting confortable the game pulls the rug from under you.

Now, while on the topic of having your past and future meet, there was a little something about the meeting between Adam and the Universal Church of Truth that I’ve been saving up until now. If you remember, Adam was interrogating the young woman who was killed by the inquisitors about the church and the god they worship. When suddenly:

Good news is, Adam must’ve taken a left turn somewhere and ended up on the set for “Monty Python’s Life of Brian”, where he learned some latin:

This helped him quickly figure out the Magus’ identity:

Learn your dead tongues kids, you never know when it might come in handy when meeting your time travelling, thousands of years old future-self:

So as you can se, we have a similar self-discovery journey going on but reversed in a way. In Raziel’s case you play as his future self, who time travels back in time, meets his past self and sees what a hypocrite he’s been his entire life. In Adam’s case you follow his present self, who meets the Magus (his future self), who has travelled back in time 5.000 years, in which time he has built his empire. Meeting and confronting said empire/future self, leads Adam to see what a hypocrite he’s been his entire life. You see, both Adam and Raziel have always been their own worst enemy (their own shortcomings and character flaws). So it would be only natural that we get embodiments of the worst in them: Raziel, the human Sarafan Warrior and the Magus, their past and future selves respectively.

Oof, this was a long one, and I’ve reach the character limit. In the next post I’ll elaborate more on their characters and different selves; and we go through the roller-coaster of emotions that is the endgame for both these stories.

Look foward to me losing my mind even further while I go into time travelling, paradox shenanigans… oh, and look foward to happier times with COSMIC SUICIDE! See you in the near future.

#the infinity legacy #legacy of kain #soul reaver 2 #raziel #adam warlock #the magus #marvel comics #marvel cosmic #this post drained my spirit #my fan art

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writemywaytoyourheart · 4 years

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Onsra- Chapter 34: Betrayal

banner created by: @envity ♥️

pairing: vampire!jungkook x female reader (also vamp!tae x ga-in oc & vamp!jimin x yuri oc)

genre: E2L, romance, horror, angst, drama

warnings for this chapter: mentions of blood, lots of confused and pained Koo and y/n, a bit of fluff, there’s an I love lucy quite thrown in and I’ll luv u five-ever if you say what it was, panic attacks and kook being an ass but we love him. basically, pls don’t come for me after this

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Onsra: ML, Previous

Welp. It seems we've reached this point in Onsra. pls forgive me. ____________________________________

“Jeon Jungkook. Get your butt over here right now.”

Jungkook looks up at the sound of your voice. He’s been sitting in the shade of the willow tree for what seems like hours now. He didn’t see you follow him, and the tone of your voice surprises him.

“What is it, y/n?” He ignores your order to come to you, keeping himself planted on the ground as he watches you, a blank look on his face.

You feel your heart clench in your chest, but you know if you soften then he’ll only ignore you like he’s been doing for the past two days. You know something happened that night you found him during one of his panic attacks, but he won’t open up to you.

So, you keep your head up and don’t let yourself crumple into a ball of tears like you want to. “I told you to come here.” You say, trying not to let your voice shake. Jungkook rolls his eyes but stands up and moves closer to you, stopping a few feet away.

“Kook…please don’t shut me out.”

“I’m not.”

“You are…just talk to me, please.” The desperation in your voice makes his throat close, but he swallows and runs a hand through his hair to keep himself calm.

“I told you I’m not shutting you out, why can’t you just stop?” He grumbles, making your heart ache.

“Because I care about you and I want to know what’s upsetting you.” You sigh in exasperation. Jungkook just scoffs and looks away, paining you further.

“Jungkook! Look at me.”

“Why?!” His voice raises, making you flinch as he turns to glare at you. Something snaps in you at his next words. “There! I’m looking at you! Are you fucking happy now?? What the hell do you want?!”

Your heart drops to your stomach as you feel a tear roll down your cheek. You quickly wipe it away, not wanting to look weak in front of him. Then you swallow and try to regain your composure. But Jungkook isn’t finished.

“Just go and run back to Seokjin hyung, cry to him and let him comfort you! He’s always been your favorite anyway!” He isn’t thinking clearly now, his mouth is running away from him even as his mind urges him to shut the fuck up and think.

When his outburst is met with silence, Jungkook knows he fucked up. His chest tightens as he watches you staring at the ground, your bottom lip quivering ever so slightly.

Fuck.

Fucking dumbass.

Why did I say that?

I didn’t mean it.

“All I wanted was for the boy I love to tell me why he’s hurting…do you not love me anymore, Kook?” Your small voice is steady but quiet.

Jungkook feels his stomach lurch at your words and he steps forward, “Y/n, i-it isn’t like that.” His voice is soft and almost timid as he inches closer, his hands out to touch you.

You step away, “I can’t understand you anymore, Jungkook. I get that something happened, and you’re upset. But all I wanted to know was how to help you. If you didn’t want my help you could have said you were upset but wanted to be alone. Instead, you ignored me for two whole days and now you’re insulting me.”

Jungkook tries to reply but you cut him off.

“I’m going home. I think you need to think to yourself and decide what it is you really want, Jungkook. Don’t apologize to me if you don’t mean it. I might not like confrontation, but I know that I don’t deserve to keep being treated like this.” Your voice isn’t shaking at all anymore.

Jungkook bites his bottom lip harshly, beating himself up over acting like such an ass. He knows you’re right, and he wants to say sorry. But he can’t make himself say it. It’s like the words are stuck in his throat. So, he stays silent as you sniffle and pull yourself together.

“Feel free to talk to me about whatever is going on with you once you’ve decided to act like an adult. I need a little bit of time to myself, too…bye, Jungkook.”

You turn and walk away, holding in all the tears that are threatening to spill. You aren’t going to let them come until you’re somewhere where no one can see them.

The young vampire watches you walk away, until he can no longer see you. He looks down and starts to mess with his fingers, not knowing what to do anymore.

Well, you fucked that up pretty good.

“I know.” Jungkook whispers.

Ah, not cussing me out anymore?

Jungkook stays quiet, not having enough strength to fight back, and honestly, not even caring to.

Still not agree with me on how sweet she’d be?

Jungkook walks back to the tree and sits on the ground where he was before you came to speak with him.

It’s a pity really, you’re such a waste of a vampire.

“I was a waste of a human too.” Jungkook mutters, still messing with his nails.

Guess you don’t really belong anywhere.

“Guess not.”

You’re no fun anymore. The voice has a taunting pout to it.

“Hm.” Jungkook bites his nail, his eyes drifting around and looking at the trees surrounding him. His gaze lands on a patch of wild flowers and lingers for a moment.

Can’t believe she really thought you loved her to begin with.

“I do love her.”

You can’t love her, dumbass.

Jungkook sighs and rests his head against the trunk of the willow, closing his eyes and running his hands through his hair.

You’re a fucking vampire, idiot. Vampires don’t feel love.

“I’m not a real vampire.” Jungkook tries to keep his voice steady, but it quiets considerably anyway.

Might as well be. Besides, you’re not far off, you know.

“Whatever.” Jungkook keeps his eyes closed, breathing in and out through his nose to calm down.

You didn’t even try to apologize.

“Yup.”

Why is that?

“You know why.”

I want to hear you say it.

“Fuck off, asshole.”

Laughter rings out in his head as the voice struggles to keep its composure. Ah, there you are. Thought you had given up on me.

Jungkook hates the way he’s numb; he can’t make himself feel anything at this point. It scares him that the guilt he felt when he first snapped at you has now turned to a dull feeling, exactly like it used to be when he hurt someone.

He doesn’t care.

~ ~ ~

“W-where are you going?” You wipe your eyes as best you can as you question Hoseok, who’s just finished packing a small satchel.

He looks up, his bright smile turning to a frown at your red eyes and runny nose. “I volunteered to- Y/n, are you alright?” He straightens up and puts the satchel over his shoulders as he watches you in concern. You wipe your nose with the back of your hand and let out a small laugh. “I’m okay, just some allergies.”

He seems to buy that, his smile coming back as he sighs in relief. “Make sure you take some meds for that, allergies are terrible.” You nod and point at his bag again, changing the subject. “Where did you say you’re going?”

Hoseok looks down and pats the small satchel, “Ah! I’m going with Yoongi to do some scouting. Namjoon is going to stay home today, doing some ‘research’ he says.” Hoseok chuckles and you send him a smile. “Well, be safe please.”

“Oh, we will, don’t worry.”

Yoongi comes down the stairs with a backpack bouncing on his back. He gives you a quick pat on the shoulder and a few words, “Hey y/n, we’ll be back before dark. Would you mind making sure Seokjin hyung doesn’t over do it and hurt himself? He’s out back right now.”

“Of course.”

“Thanks, we’ll see you later.” Yoongi and Hoseok wave to you before walking out the front door and leaving you to finish cleaning your face up before finding the eldest.

When you step out the backdoor, you see Jin sitting in a chair that was brought outside from the dining room. Sooyoung is sitting in a chair next to him and talking about something quietly while Jin smiles brightly.

You stop and watch the two of them for a minute, debating if you should just go back inside and not interrupt. But before you turn to go back in, you hear Jin calling you over.

“Y/n! I haven’t seen you all day. Wanna join us?”

Sooyoung is turned around in her chair and smiling shyly at you, not a trace of irritation that you messed up their talk on her face. You smile and walk over to join them.

When you sit on the grass in front of their chairs, Sooyoung is the first to speak.

“How are you, y/n? I haven’t seen you recently.”

That’s because I’ve been hiding in the forest when Jungkook ignores me.

“Oh, I’ve just been here and there. I don’t know.” You mumble.

Sooyoung doesn’t push it, but you see Seokjin frown out of the corner of your eye. So, you decide to change the subject. “So, uh, how are you Jin? Feeling alright?”

The eldest seems reluctant to move the conversation, but he brushes it off in a second and smiles. “Oh, I’m always fine. Even death can’t take me now.”

He laughs and claps his hands while you and Sooyoung laugh and shake your heads at his goofiness. You three talk a little before Sooyoung says she’s going to go and help Ga-In with dinner for tonight. You wave goodbye to her, and when you look back at Jin, you feel your stomach sink.

His brows are furrowed as he watches you carefully, a little frown etched into his handsome features. He pats the chair next to him, “Tell me what’s going on.”

You get up on your knees to shuffle over and climb onto the chair, keeping your eyes downcast.

“I don’t want to worry you.”

Jin sighs, “Y/n, I’m suddenly a human again for no reason that I understand, I got a knife to the stomach, and now I can’t do housework or cooking, which is harder for me than it looks. Nothing you say is going to phase me at this point, unless it’s that we’re being invaded by vamps or Hunters, which in that case, we’re doomed anyway so it doesn’t matter. What’s on your mind?”

You giggle a little at his rant, but still look at him doubtfully.

The only reason you start talking is because you realize that not sharing Jungkook’s behavior with Jin will most likely backfire on you and stress the oldest out even more when he eventually finds out.

“It’s Jungkook.”

“I thought it would be. What is he doing now?”

“I found him the other night, having a panic attack in the woods…he was covered in animal blood and screaming. I was able to calm him down, but since then he’s been ignoring me. Today, when I wanted to try again to let him tell me what’s wrong, he blew up at me. He’s acting like he did before, and I’m scared.”

You mess with your hands anxiously, glancing up at Jin when you finish your story. His gaze is a bit distant as he stares at the grass on the ground, worrying his bottom lip. Then he looks back at you and gives you a tiny and sad smile.

“I was worried about this for a while. It’s the human blood, I’m sure of it.” He bites his lips harder and looks away from you. “I’m so confused. I don’t understand why I’m a human when nothing happened to me like it did to Jimin and Taehyung. If I understood, maybe we could find a way to save Kook.”

You bite your own lip at that, wondering if maybe it’d be okay to tell Seokjin why he’s human, as long as the others don’t hear you. You’re not sure what Tae would say, but you know Jin won’t blab to everyone. But before you can speak up, Jin continues.

“We’re losing him…something slowed it down for a while, but something else must have caused it to continue.” He looks back at you, grief swimming in his eyes.

You clear your throat and speak before you can cry, “Tae and I think we figured out why you’re human again. But it doesn’t help us with Jungkook.” The hopelessness in your voice is crystal clear, and Jin swallows his own tears before they can fall.

“It won’t?”

The fact that Jin is making sure the reason he’s human again can’t help Jungkook, instead of jumping to know the answer to his own question about why he’s human, makes your heart ache at how truly selfless he is.

“Well, I don’t know…” You sigh, then you start to tell him everything. You tell him how you two figured out it wasn’t the kiss that changed them, but the fact that the girls said they loved them and meant it. That it isn’t necessary to have someone fall in love with you, if you prove your own humanity like Seokjin did, saving the man that tried to kill him.

Jin sits quietly, listening to every word you say, then he smiles sadly and takes your hand, giving it a quick squeeze.

“And you told Jungkook you love him, and really meant it…and he’s still a vampire.” He says slowly, watching your reaction. You nod and wipe your tears again, “Yeah, I guess I didn’t do enough.”

“Stop that.”

You look up at the tone in Jin’s voice.

“You are doing more than enough by just tolerating that boy.” Seokjin insists, making you laugh tearfully. “He’s not an easy one to be around, let alone fall in love with.”

You nod again because he does have a point.

“I don’t know what happened to him that night to make him act this way, but he can get through it. I know he can, and you know he can.” He gives your hand another encouraging squeeze.

You and Jin sit in the slight breeze for a few more minutes, listening to the birds twittering and the leaves rustling. The sun has hidden behind some rainclouds by the time you two decide to head in. You help Jin out of the chair and let him wrap an arm around your shoulders for balance. You put your arm around his waist and with that, you two start heading back in, going slowly for Jin not to be in too much pain.

You’re leading him to the couch when he laughs sarcastically, “Yah, my most favorite place. You know, I loved this couch before I was sitting on it day and night until my butt turned flat.”

You snort a laugh and stop in your tracks, “Would you like to go somewhere else for now?” You look up at him and see him pooching his lips and squinting as he mentally goes over his options. “Mmm, can we go to the kitchen? I’ll boss the girls around and nag them on how to cook.”

You laugh again as you two turn to make the trek to the kitchen, “That does sound right up your ally, Jinnie.”

“It is indeed-“

“What are you doing?”

You and Jin both turn at the sound of the voice, your arms still wrapped around each other to support the injured man. Jungkook is glaring at the pair of you from the front door where he just came in.

“Oh, hey Kook, where were you-“

Jungkook interrupts Jin angrily, “I asked what you were doing.”

You feel the eldest stiffen against you in annoyance, and you don’t blame him. Jungkook has quite the audacity to come in here and act like this after his behavior earlier.

“Y/n and I were learning a new dance, care to join? Or maybe you’d prefer to watch, since you seem to enjoy staring at us so much.” Jin snaps, making you bite back a nervous laugh as Jungkook’s eyes narrow even more.

Jungkook just stands there, unamused. The feeling of jealousy and anger is bubbling up inside him, willing to burst if only he’d let it.

“Y/n was helping me to the kitchen, something you don’t care too much to do these days. And why should that bother you? I’d really like to know. Seeing as you’re not being very nice to any of us these days, you asshat.” Jin’s nose twitches when he’s done ranting. You’re shocked he cussed at all, it being something he doesn’t usually do unless he’s infuriated.

But you’re thankful he didn’t just mention that Kook had been mean to you earlier, instead, lumping everyone into it so Jungkook doesn’t know you’d spilled the beans on your fight to Jin.

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Get your hands off her, she isn’t yours to touch.”

Um, what?

Seokjin’s eyebrows raise to his hairline and he turns you both so he can face Jungkook head on. “Excuse me? What did you just say?” Jin’s voice is laced with disbelief.

Jungkook looks ready to murder his oldest brother, “I said get your fucking hands off her. She’s mine, not yours.”

What the hell?

Jin starts laughing hysterically, but you can tell he doesn’t think this is funny at all. “You listen here, you little brat. She isn’t anybody’s, she doesn’t belong to you. Y/n was helping me to the kitchen because she’s sweet like that. You have no right to come waltzing in here and claiming her and telling her or me what to do.”

You try to protest when Jin moves himself from you, gently taking your arm away from his waist. But he steps away from you a little before you can and keeps glaring at the youngest. “I don’t know what your problem is, Jeon. But you better get your act together and treat her with some respect. She isn’t an object to lay claim to. I won’t have you disrespecting anyone, not in my house.”

Jungkook fumes, his mind a blur of anger and guilt. He’s mad at himself for saying something like that and he knows Jin is right. He knows that made him sound shitty, but he really hadn’t meant it like that at all. He doesn’t see you as an object, he just got so blinded with jealous rage when he saw his hyung’s arm around you that he spoke without thinking.

Something that he’s apparently really good at doing these days.

Jungkook almost wants to apologize and rephrase his words, but again, the words die in his throat.

Instead, he looks down at the ground to avoid Jin’s piercing glare.

He hears the eldest scoff before there’s some shuffling. When Jungkook looks up again, you and Jin are gone. He squeezes his eyes shut and grabs his head, wishing he could physically pound out all the darkness that is seeping into his mind and starting to control his tongue.

It terrifies him.

And Jungkook is never terrified.

But he can feel it. He can feel himself slipping away.

It’s what happened earlier too, when he wanted to tell you he was sorry, a darkness clouded his mind and he physically couldn’t speak. The dark cloud is full of hatred and anger, blocking out all the things he was starting to get back, even if he tries to resist it.

“Jungkook, it’s okay, I’m here.”

The vampire jumps a little, then he takes his hands off his face and sees you standing in front of him. You’re looking at him with an emotion he doesn’t understand, something that doesn’t anger him, it just confuses him.

What is it?

“Do you want to talk, Kookie?”

Kookie?

He knows that name…

Oh…you call him that when you aren’t mad at him.

“N-no.”

No? Why did he say no? He wants to talk.

“I think maybe you’re not telling me the truth.” You say unsurely.

Yes, thank goodness, you know he wants to talk.

But how can you know so much about him?

Jungkook presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to think hard. He racks his brain, doing his best to push that dark cloud back. Just push it back enough so he can think clearly.

Love.

That’s what you were looking at him with.

You flinch when Jungkook looks up suddenly, “I still love you. I love you so much that it kills me and I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean a word I said to you or Jin hyung, please don’t think that I think of you as an object, I really don’t.” He’s rushing his words, spewing them out of his mouth before they get a chance to change and say something he doesn’t mean again.

“Kook-“

“Please believe me when I say I love you, and I didn’t mean it. I hate myself for saying such things to you, and to think how confusing and hurtful it is for you makes me sick. I am scared. I’m scared to death, y/n. Because I don’t know what’s happening to me. One minute I’m me and the next I’m saying and thinking things I never wanted to.” His voice breaks, sending your heart to your stomach.

“Kookie, it’s okay.” You put a hand on his shoulder to ground him as his breaths get shorter and panicky.

“Don’t say that. It isn’t okay, the way I’ve treated you is not okay, don’t try to make it seem like that.” Tears brim in his eyes as he panics, feeling the dark cloud creeping closer yet again.

You rub his shoulder consolingly before taking one of his hands and holding it gently, “I’m not saying what you said is okay, I’m saying that you’re okay. Everything right now is alright, you’re here and I’m here. Jin hyung is here and he loves you. I love you. We’re going to figure this out, I promise, Kookie.”

“I’m scared.” His voice wavers unsteadily.

“I know.” You swallow your tears, gazing at him and wishing you could take all his pain and fear away.

“Can I hug you, Kookie?” You ask tentatively after a moment of silence. Jungkook nods his head aggressively, “Please, please hug me.” He whimpers, and that’s enough to have you wrapping your arms around his middle and holding him tightly. “Hey, I forgive you, and I understand that something beyond your control is going on.” You say gently, rubbing his back as you hold him close.

Jungkook’s face is buried in the crook of your neck as you sway him gently side to side. After a minute, you feel his breath start to speed up again and he gets stiff. Then he pulls away, a look of pain flitting across his face.

“It’s happening again…y/n, please know that I love you, and I’m sorry if I say something that doesn’t sound like me. Please, stay away from me for now before I say something hurtful again.” Then he pulls out of your hold and moves to the stairs to climb them, leaving you to watch him shut you out all over again. Yet somehow, this time it feels worse.

“Jungkook.”

He turns back to you when he reaches the middle of the stairs, his eyes asking what it is you want to tell him.

“Be with me when you can, and tell me whenever this happens…please?” You ask softly, trying not to bawl your eyes out at the exhaustion and sadness covering his face.

Jungkook nods, “Ok.” Then he hurries back up the stairs to shut himself in his room before he can do any more damage.

~ ~ ~

“They aren’t back yet.” Yuri speaks up anxiously before taking another bite of food.

“They’ll be back.” Jin says seriously, taking a bite of his own and chewing with determination. Jimin sets his fork down, “But-“

“They’ll be back.” Jin says again, shutting down all other arguments or speculations with the tone of his voice.

Hoseok and Yoongi had said they would be back before dark. And it’s been dark for a while now, their seats growing colder with their prolonged absence…

The next morning, there’s no sign of the boys.

Everyone is panicking, but everyone is panicking in the way that they’re pretending to be calm while they tell the others not to worry as they go hysterical in their own minds.

And then there’s Jungkook.

The first part of the day, he was holed up in his room, locking everyone out. Then, when he finally came downstairs, he saw how worried you were for Hoseok and Yoongi and he didn’t want to stress you out further, so he slunk back to his room.

Around lunchtime, Jungkook hears a knock on his door from where he’s curled up on his bed. He was too hot to get under the covers, and too tired to lay down properly, so now he’s in a little ball in the middle of the sheets.

Jungkook lifts his head, his eyes squinting in the dark room.

“Who is it?” He croaks out.

“Y/n.”

“Oh, come in.” Jungkook plops his head down on the bed again and watches sleepily as you come in and close the door behind you.

You’re surprised at how dark the room is at first, then you look over and see the blinds are drawn, blocking out the afternoon sun. A little lump in Jungkook’s bed moves slightly and you figure that it’s him.

“Hey, Kookie.” You speak softly and walk over to sit beside the lump on the bed, reaching out a hand to comfort him. “Is this an okay time for me to be here?”

“Mhm.” You hear him mumble, and you frown. “Kook, you haven’t eaten today, have you?”

A tiny ‘no’ comes from the lump and you sigh, “Well, it’s a good thing I brought you something. Come on, sit up for me.”

It takes a bit of coaxing, but eventually you have Jungkook sitting up and leaning against the head board as you hand him the bag of blood you brought, given to you by Namjoon for Jungkook to drink.

It’s hard to see his expression in the dim room, but you hear the sigh that leaves him clearly. “I really don’t want this right now.”

“How come?”

“I don’t feel well.”

You reach over and put your hand to his forehead, feeling his ice-cold skin touch yours. Jungkook reaches up and takes your hand, holding it and bringing it to rest in his lap. “Vampires don’t run fevers, cutie.” He murmurs tiredly, amusement in his voice. You smile at the way he sounds like himself again, but you’re still worried.

“What’s hurting Kook?”

“I don’t know…everything? My stomach just doesn’t want blood right now, even though my mind and the rest of me do.”

You purse your lips in thought, then you rub his hand gently, “Try a few sips and see. You’re probably malnourished.”

Jungkook isn’t very happy about it, but he takes a few sips anyway, feeling his body instantly lift and his strength coming back.

He hates it.

A bit more coaxing and he’s finally drunk the whole bag. He must admit he’s feeling better physically, but mentally, he’s never hated blood more.

“I’m sorry, y/n.” He whispers into the dark, catching you off guard.

“Why are you sorry?”

He’s quiet for a moment before clearing his throat, “Just-…for being so difficult.”

“Don’t worry, I can handle you.” You say cheekily, trying your best to cheer him up. Jungkook smiles a little at that, “I think you’re the only one that can.”

“Probably.”

A little chuckle from him makes you smile, “Are you ready to go out of this dark and stuffy room?” You ask as you grab his arm and tug on it. He laughs again at your antics.

“No, I like the dark.”

“There’s like, no air in here!” You utter in disbelief and he giggles.

“Air is overrated. I want to stay.” You can practically hear the pout in his voice, and you roll your eyes and tug him harder.

“A little fresh air isn’t going to kill you, you hothouse plant!”

Jungkook bursts into laughter, “I am not a hothouse plant! I’m a vampire.”

“Hardly.” You mutter, smiling when you hear him laugh again.

“Ok, we can leave under one condition.” He pipes up and you stare in his direction suspiciously. You don’t like not being able to fully see him in this dark room.

“Deal, now what is it?”

“Give me a kiss.”

“Kook!” You start laughing, feeling him squeeze your hand. You don’t know why this is throwing you off so bad and making you blush like a little schoolgirl. But you lean closer to where he is anyway, puckering your lips to give him a quick kiss. Jungkook leans closer too, then your heads bump each other, Jungkook kissing your eye and you kissing his chin.

Laughter erupts from both of you at that.

“I thought you were higher up!”

“I thought you were down here!”

“Why should I be down there?”

Another fit of giggles ensues before you feel Jungkook touching your face, cupping it with his large palm. “Y/n?” He whispers, and you swallow thickly. “Yeah?”

“I promise I’ll never hurt you, no matter what happens to me, ok?”

His words catch you off guard and you suck in a breath, trying not to get upset. “Don’t say things like that, as if you’re dying. You’re going to be okay, I told you that already.”

“I just want to be sure you know I love you.”

“Don’t worry, I know.”

“Good.” He says softly before leaning in and kissing you gently, making your stomach erupt with butterflies.

~ ~ ~

“What are you making, Kookie?”

The vampire jumps and looks up at you, smiling sheepishly as he snaps his little notebook closed.

“I uh…nothing.”

“Oh, really now? Come on, let me see.” You giggle and sit down next to him, trying to get a peek at what he was writing. “Is it a journal?”

“No.”

“Then let me see!” You whine jokingly, pulling a small giggle from his mouth. “You can see when I’m all done.”

You pout but stop pulling on him. “How long will that be?”

“I don’t know, whenever it’s done!” Jungkook laughs, keeping the notebook out of your reach. You cross your arms and sit back with a huff, determined to figure out what has had his attention for hours now, since you came out of his dark and dusty old room.

“Ok, give me a hint.”

“A hint?” Jungkook looks at you in amusement, looking you up and down before nodding curtly, “Ok fine, one hint.”

“Yes!”

“It’s something I used to do a lot. But this time, it’s more special.”

Oh…hmmm.

“You know I’ll grill Seokjin and he’ll eventually tell me, don’t you?” You say in exasperation when you can’t figure out what it could possibly be. Jungkook laughs and shakes his head, “You can grill hyung all you want. I don’t care if he tells, but you won’t hear it from me.”

You sigh and lay down on the grass, trying not to think about the other boys that still haven’t returned, after waiting for them since last night and all day today. You can’t help it if your mind won’t let you think of much else.

Where could they possibly be?

Are they okay?

Meanwhile, Jungkook is sitting with his back to you, quickly jotting down the last line of the chorus for his song before he forgets it and before you can snoop.

He’s been working on a song for you for a while now, but it was so hard for him to get started, that when he finally did, he was so consumed by it and wasn’t giving you attention, which he feels bad for now.

Jungkook snaps his little book closed and tosses it to the side, then he lies down next to you and pulls you closer to nuzzle his nose into your neck, making you giggle at the ticklish feeling. “Hey, little flower.”

“Hey.”

“What’s wrong?” He asks sadly, noticing your quietness.

“I’m just worried about the boys is all.” You sigh and let him snuggle you more, his deep voice calming you when he speaks reassuringly, “Don’t worry. They’ve done this before…I’m sure that Yoongi hyung just insisted on being out a little longer because they found something that interested him.”

“I hope so.” You whisper and he hums into your shoulder. Then you feel him stiffen, and you know it’s happening again.

Jungkook pulls away, his eyes shut tightly as he puts his hands over his face and groans softly, then he rolls away from you and sits up, keeping his palms pressed to his eyes.

“Fuck.” He sighs and you sit up, not moving to touch him because you know it’ll only make it worse.

“You okay, Kook?”

“Please just leave me alone.” He snaps and you take a deep breath, reminding yourself that he’s having trouble keeping his emotions in check and it must be scary enough for him already without you getting mad back at him.

So, you stay quiet and pick at the grass, pulling little bits out and ripping it before tossing it on the ground and doing it over again. After a minute of silence, Jungkook stands up and grabs his little book angrily, “Don’t follow me.” He huffs out before stomping away into the woods to let out his emotions on something that isn’t you.

You stay in your spot and sigh sadly as you pull at the grass some more. After another few minutes, you decide to head home and wait for Jungkook to come back and talk it out with you when he feels better.

~ ~ ~

“Dinner is ready, everyone!” Ga-In calls unenthusiastically from the kitchen.

You slowly walk down the stairs, Yuri following behind you with Jimin. It’s dark out and Yoongi and Hoseok still haven’t returned. It’s now been a full day since they were supposed to have been back. Everyone is on edge, but no one really knows what to do. You think you overheard Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, and Seokjin talking about sending someone out to look for them. But it seemed like they really didn’t want to send someone out to look in places they had no idea about, let alone where Yoongi and Hoseok could have gone.

Seokjin is sitting on the couch when you come in the living room to help him to the dining room. He laughs bitterly, “I swear, I’m going to get better if it kills me.” You laugh as you help him stand, “Hey, you just worry about resting up. Don’t push yourself Jin, you literally almost died not even a week ago. It’s going to take time to heal.”

“I know,” He mutters in disappointment as you walk into the hall to get to the kitchen. That’s when a series of sharp knocks sounds on the door and you jump in surprise. Jungkook is the only one still outside, and he doesn’t knock, especially not like that.

The sound has drawn everyone out from the dining room to see what’s going on. Taehyung passes you and Jin to walk over to the door. He unlocks it and opens it slightly, then you all hear him gasp.

Tae opens the door all the way to let whoever is outside, in. You gasp when you see Hoseok and Yoongi stumble inside, a very very little girl clutching onto Hoseok’s leg as all three of them pant heavily.

Another gasp escapes you when you realize that Hoseok and Yoongi are both wiping their sweat, the tans on their faces clear as day as their wide black eyes scan the room. Then Jimin is shouting in confusion at their appearances.

“What in the ever-living fuck is going on??”

~ ~ ~

Your jaw has dropped to the floor at the sight of the three humans standing in front of you.

What in the hell happened out there?

Once the three of them have been given water to drink and wet towels to clean their faces, they are led to the couch to sit down and collect themselves. The little girl, who can’t be any older than four, is sat in Hoseok’s lap, clinging to him for dear life as he gently pats her head that’s full of wispy blonde hair.

It’s so strange to you, seeing the two as humans after all this time. Namjoon chuckles in disbelief when Yoongi gives him a look meaning he knows, and he doesn’t understand anything either.

“Ok, I don’t mean to jump you with this right when you get back, but what the heck happened out there?” Jin asks in bewilderment, having taken his usual spot on the couch again.

You have an overwhelming urge to hug the little girl and comfort her as much as you can but seeing as she wants nothing to do with anyone but Hoseok, you hold yourself back.

Yoongi clears his throat and takes another drink of water before starting. “We weren’t planning on going very far. But we ended finding some tracks, so we decided to follow them, and they lead us to an abandoned school. That’s where we found this little one.” Yoongi gestures to the little girl and smiles softly at her, to which she returns a shy smile of her own before tucking her face back into Hobi’s chest.

“We had no idea where she came from, and she wouldn’t say a word except that we were ‘bad guys, scary monsters’. We knew she was scared, and we couldn’t get her to come with us.” Yoongi continues, “That’s when it started to rain. We decided to sit with her and see if she would warm up to us, but she just stayed as far from us as she could. When a group of vampires came, we had no choice but to grab her and run. We had to hide in the basement of the school and wait for the vampires to move on.”

Hoseok shudders at the memories of what Yoongi is telling everyone, but he doesn’t say anything. Yoongi takes another drink, looking over the room at everyone staring at him and waiting for him to go on with the story.

“We were in that basement all night. We could hear the vamps walking around upstairs and it didn’t seem like they’d leave anytime soon. But this guy right here-” Yoongi jerks his thumb at Hoseok. “-he would not give up on the kiddo. He turned on his flashlight and he sat with her all night long, telling her stories and jokes even as she sat in the corner away from him. Eventually, when it was almost morning she walked right up to this scary old vampire and hugged him, saying he was a ‘good boy, not scary monster’. Literally has not stopped clinging to him since. When the sun rose, this little fuc- I mean, Hoseok…was a human.”

Yoongi takes a deep breath and shakes his head, still not believing what he saw with his own two eyes. Everyone in the room looks at Hoseok and the tiny girl, who shies away from the attention and cuddles further into her new best friend. Hobi smiles brightly and pats her head comfortingly.

You, Tae, and Seokjin all share a few looks, knowing exactly what happened with Hoseok to turn him human.

You’re about to ask how Yoongi turned human, but the door opens and Jungkook walks in at that moment. He looks into the living room when he sees everyone gathered there, then you see him freeze as his eyes land on Hoseok and Yoongi.

His body visibly stiffens, and you feel your heart sink, knowing he must be so confused and angry right now. You stand up and move to get to him, but Jungkook just runs up the stairs, ignoring your shouts for him to stop.

You reach his room a split second before he closes the door, and you force your way in. Jungkook throws his notebook on his bed and kicks his dresser in rage, “Why am I not turning back?! Why?!” He screams.

You don’t know if he actually wants an answer, so you keep quiet and shut the door before he scares everyone.

“First Tae, then Jimin, then Seokjin! And now Yoongi and Hoseok?! What am I doing wrong? Tell me! Please, y/n!! Just tell me what to do!”

“I don’t know.” You whisper brokenly, not sure what to do to help him right now.

Jungkook’s chest heaves and he flops onto his bed, “I don’t understand.” He whispers before putting his face in his hands.

You move to sit beside him, but you refrain from touching him. “Namjoon is still a vampire too.” You say gently, watching as that statement seems to help Jungkook calm down. His breathing evens out and he takes a few breaths.

“He won’t be for long…they’re all going to turn back, and I’ll be a vampire forever.” He looks up at you, his red eyes shining with fresh tears. “What did I do to deserve this, y/n?”

“You didn’t do anything, Kookie.” You lay your head on his shoulder and rub his thigh to comfort him. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I promise.”

~ ~ ~

“So, what happened with Yoongi? I never got to hear that part.” You look back at Hoseok who’s sitting on the bathroom floor with his eyes closed as he leans against the door. The little girl they brought home last night is in the tub, giggling as you wash her off gently.

She warmed up to everyone fairly quickly, but still needs to have Hoseok within her sight for her to be calm, hence the reason he’s currently sitting on the bathroom floor as you bathe her. She hasn’t said anything apart from a few mumblings of ‘hobi’ and ‘good boy’ when she looks at him as if she’s looking at the brightest star.

She grew a quick bond with Taehyung as well, letting him hold her in his lap as long as she could see Hobi. Tae was thrilled to even get to look at the tiny child, his heart pounding from how adorable she is. You’re pretty sure he has plans to steal her loyalty from Hoseok and adopt her at the soonest chance he gets.

Hoseok smiles, his eyes still closed. “Ah, yes. I’m really not sure why it happened…I remember we decided to sneak out the next morning, so I grabbed the little one and Yoongi hyung led the way upstairs. We didn’t hear anything at first, then a Hunter came out of nowhere and started shooting at us. He was alone, thank goodness, but he almost killed all three of us. It didn’t seem to matter to him that me and the little one were humans.” Hobi’s brows furrow. “Then Yoongi hyung slammed him against the wall and went to bite him.”

Your blood freezes at that, remembering Jungkook drinking the man’s blood when the Hunter had hurt you.

“I yelled for him to stop.” Hobi’s voice is quiet. “It was almost like he’d been possessed. He was so enraged that the Hunter kept shooting at us when two of us were humans, that I don’t think he was all there. I was sure he would drink that man’s blood and kill him, but after a minute, Yoongi hyung pulled away from him, he was shaking so bad…then he just knocked the Hunter out, and we left. A few minutes later, Yoongi hyung was complaining about feeling like shit, then I noticed his eyes weren’t red anymore.”

“He turned back because he made the choice not to hurt that Hunter, even when it was what everything in him was telling him to do.” You speak quietly, then you see Hoseok’s eyes pop open as he stares at you. “What does that have to do with it?” He asks curiously.

“It’s the same reason you turned back when little one-” You pat the girl’s small head, “-put her trust in you. Even though you looked like something she feared, she saw the good in you. A child saw the good in you, and it proved that you’re no monster.”

Hoseok looks bewildered until you explain everything to him that you and Taehyung had figured out, then his eyes light up in understanding.

“Ah! And Yoongi hyung proved his good soul by making the decision to spare that man!” Hoseok shouts triumphantly, making the little girl laugh.

“Exactly.” You smile brightly, then you turn back to the small girl, “Hey, we need to find out her name. We can’t keep calling her ‘little one’.” You brush some of her wet bangs out of her face and boop her teeny nose. “What’s your name, honey?”

“Honey!” The girl shouts and grins, little giggles spilling from her pink lips. Hoseok positively beams, “I think that’s a wonderful name for now, it suits her too. Look at her golden hair.”

You turn back to her and smile, “Ok, Honey. Let’s finish cleaning you up, hm?”

~ ~ ~

“Jungkook, just take some deep breaths.” You say calmly, your heart aching as you watch him struggle. The boys have been home for a few days now, so you’ve been taking Jungkook out to the woods to keep him away from them.

You know he’s still upset about them being humans, and him not. It’s really starting to get to his head, you can tell. Jungkook won’t talk about it though, he keeps acting like everything is fine when he’s thinking clearly.

But when the ‘dark cloud’ as he put it before, starts closing in, he shuts himself off completely and distances himself from you. It’s painful for you to watch, but you don’t know what else to do besides let him know you’re always there if he needs you.

Right now, Jungkook is sitting on the rock in your special clearing, his hands clenched into fists as he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to breathe. You can see the turmoil for him, but you’ll never fully understand what’s going on inside of him.

Just accept it!

If you give in, it’ll be so much easier, I promise.

You won’t have to fight it anymore.

Come on, Jungkook.

Give in.

Let it take over.

Let it take away the pain.

You know you want to.

You want it to be easier, don’t you?

Just give in.

Jungkook sighs shakily and holds his hands out for you to take. You hurry over and clasp his cold hands, squeezing them and holding them to your chest. You bring one of his hands up and kiss it gently, “You’re okay, Kookie.” You whisper against his knuckles and see him smile a little, his eyes still closed.

~ ~ ~

You wave goodbye to everyone for the last time before shutting the door and locking it.

Seokjin had decided it was high time for everyone to get out and have some sunshine, so Sooyoung came up with the idea for a picnic. Everyone helped make sandwiches and pack the lunches, then they got ready to leave.

Jungkook opted out of the picnic and you wanted to stay behind with him, so you helped them finish the preparations before sending them all on their way. Little Honey giggling happily made your heart warm, thinking of how close you all were to being able to be free again.

When you lock the door, you walk back to the living room to find Jungkook sitting on the couch, his legs spread out annoyingly enough to not make enough room for you. So, you sit on one of Jin’s armchairs instead.

“What should we do today, Kook?”

You’re met with silence.

“Do you want to read? Or maybe, play a board game?” You suggest kindly, only for Jungkook to shake his head and keep watching Koko swim around aimlessly.

“Ok, we don’t have to do anything. We can just sit and talk.”

More silence.

“Or we can sit and relax, that’s fine too.” You get comfy and close your eyes. After a little while you get restless, so you grab your Beauty and the Beast book and start reading to yourself while Jungkook stays planted in his spot, unmoving. When you glance over at him every now and then, your worry grows more every time.

He’s acting really weird.

Even for the Jungkook he is these days.

The whole day passes like this, with Jungkook staring into space and sometimes clenching his fists or squeezing his eyes shut, and you reading your book. You try to get him to drink a bag of blood, but he refuses.

You eat a small lunch and go back to your reading.

When it’s almost dinner time, and almost time for the others to get back, you sigh and close your book. Then you look at Jungkook, “Hey, we should go and catch fireflies, or maybe pick some flowers, how about it?”

Jungkook suddenly speaks up, scaring you for a minute after not hearing his voice all day.

“What are you doing?”

“Hm?” His question confuses you, and you tilt your head as he turns to look at you for the first time today.

“Don’t play dumb. What game are you playing?”

“Jungkook.” Your voice is tinged with hurt, even though you know he must be having one of his ‘dark cloud’ moments. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, you do.” Jungkook stands up and towers over you, his eyes hard with anger. “I can’t believe I actually fell for it. For you.”

“Jung-“

“Shut up. You think I believe you’re this fucking sweet all the time? Oh, let’s go and catch fireflies and pick flowers and be so fucking nice to everyone!” He mocks you and scoffs running his hand through his hair.

What the hell has gotten into him?

“Ok, Jungkook. I’m going to go and start dinner, you can stay here and I won’t bother you.” You get up to go to the kitchen, but he grabs your arm, stopping you.

“Admit it. You’ve been playing with me this whole time.”

“What are you saying?”

“You never loved me, did you? If you had, I would be a human right now.” Jungkook seethes and you’re taken aback, like he just slapped you in the face.

What happened to him?

“Ok, let go of me. Just try and calm down Jungkook.”

You pry your arm away from him and hurry to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. When you come back you see him standing where you left him. You hold the glass out to him, but he ignores it.

“I don’t need your pity.”

“I’m not pitying you, Kook. I just want to help-“

“That’s all you ever do, isn’t it? Help people. Well, I don’t need your help, and I don’t need you. Get the fuck out of here.” He hisses, but you stay in your spot.

“I said get out!” Jungkook’s voice raises considerably and you flinch when he grabs the glass from your hands and chucks it across the room, the sound bouncing off the walls as it shatters. “Stop lying to me and just get out!” Jungkook’s eyes have turned a deeper shade of red and you know you should leave. He isn’t in his right mind, he can’t think clearly. You’re not sure what triggered it, but he’s somehow convinced himself that you don’t really love him, and you’ve been lying to him this whole time.

“I swear y/n, you better leave right now before I fucking lose it.” He growls and you swallow the lump in your throat, not knowing what to do. Should you leave and let him calm down? Or would leaving make him think that his worries are true? You stay planted in your spot but regret soon washes over you when Jungkook grabs your arm suddenly and pushes you into the wall. Your head smacks against the hard wood, the world spinning for a second.

“Ouch, Jungkook! You’re hurting me.” You hiss in pain, but he just glares into your eyes, no regret swimming in his as he pinches your arm harder, and you know this isn’t your Jungkook. You dare to look into his eyes, your heart stopping in your chest at the murderous gaze staring back at you. All evidence that he ever loved you is nowhere to be found, nothing but hatred in his dark red orbs. Then you gasp when Jungkook opens his mouth and you see his fangs have grown longer. “All you ever did was play with me, isn’t that right y/n? Answer me!” You flinch again but can’t tear your eyes away from the sharp white canines that are only a few inches from your face.

Jungkookie wouldn’t hurt me.

You keep repeating it in your head like a mantra, over and over.

“N-no, Jungkook. I really do love yo-“

“Liar.”

Jungkookie wouldn’t hurt me.

“Jeon Jungkook, I love you- ah!” You scream when you feel his fangs sink partly into your neck. His eyes are a deep red and he growls at your cry of pain. “Shut up, you did this to yourself.” The shock that he’s bitten you swarms through your veins in a hot rush.

You cry when you feel him start to sink his teeth in again on the spot where he just bit you. When he starts sucking and you feel your head start spinning, you whimper quietly, “Kookie.” He freezes at the nickname, then shakes his head as if to clear it before sinking his teeth into you again. The sharp pain is indescribable as you choke on your tears.

“Kookie, you broke your promise…you said you’d never hurt me…” You whimper as you feel yourself start to lose consciousness, the pain and blood loss rushing to your brain. A single tear slips down your cheeks. At those words, Jungkook pulls away, his eyes dimming to a dull red once again.

His mind starts to clear as he finally registers what’s going on when your body goes limp in his hands and he catches you as you start to slide down the wall, “Y/n? What-”

Just then Taehyung walks through the door, Ga-In right next to him and Seokjin following behind. They all freeze at the sight of a panicked Jungkook holding your limp body, blood trickling down your neck. Ga-In’s hands fly to her mouth in horror and Taehyung just stares in shock. Jin shoulders passed them both and steps towards Jungkook cautiously.

“Jungkook…what did you do?”

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a/n: pls don't burn me at the stake for this ;-;

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 years

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Dean Winchester x Reader

// Anon request: Hi could I get a Dean×reader where her and the boys grew up togehter and the reader could also be a hunter, hunting with them and kinda always flirting with Dean (and him flirting back, also Sam ships them lowkey). Anyway, my point is could you write like how they finally get togehter and what lead to them admitting their fellings to eachother. Thanks! xx ///

A/N: I hope you like it!! Thank you for requesting :) xx

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You’d met the Winchester boys when you were only 13. Your parents were killed by a demon and the Winchesters were the ones who found you huddled in a corner of an old abandoned warehouse. Well, it was actually a 15-year-old boy named Dean who was the one that had found you. For some reason, the demon kept you alive, carrying you to the abandoned warehouse after slaughtering your parents. You had no other family. Your Grandparents were gone, both of your parents were only children so no aunts and uncles you could live with. The Winchester men became your family.

John wasn’t too sure on how to take care of a girl but luckily you were already old enough to basically care for yourself. He taught you how to fight and hunt demons just like he did his boys, treating you as family. It never felt you were an outsider, the three welcomed you with open arms. You had to admit, living in hotel after hotel and driving city to city got old after a while, but you learned to love it.

You and Dean were always close. You believed you connected with him right off the bat because after suffering such a tragedy, he was your knight and shining armor. He was the first person you saw when you opened your eyes in that warehouse. He was the first person that you spoke too after days of not saying a word. He was also your first kiss. However, that is not spoken about anymore.

After you grew comfortable with the boys, John sat you and his boys down for a discussion. The boys were to treat you as if you were their blood sister and you treat the boys as your blood brothers. There would be no kissing, no feelings, nothing like that. The three of you were siblings now and that would not be tolerated. So, that’s what you believed for years, however, there was always that little spark between you and Dean.

You were 16 and Dean was 18 at the time. Living on the road, never gave you a chance to interact with other boys which meant you were 16 when you finally had your first kiss. During a innocent game of truth or dare with Dean one night. “Truth or dare,” Dean had smirked, sitting across from you on the bed. Sam and John left to grab dinner and you didn’t feel like going, so Dean offered to keep you company in a brotherly matter of course.

“Truth,” You sighed, picking at your fingers. You didn’t really want to play this but Dean insisted it would be fun. The beginning was at first. He’d been dared to prank call people, run down the hall way in his boxers and to knock on the doors of peoples rooms before running away. You’d chose truth every round.

“Oh come on y/n,” He groans, “You’ve chosen truth every time!”

You shrugged, looking up from your fingers, “I didn’t want to play in the first place.”

He sighs, nodding, “Fine. Okay, have you ever…been kissed?”

Your eyes went wide and you quickly shook your head, embarrassed that he would ever ask a question like that, “No gosh… never.”

“Well, do you want to be?” He’d asked. He hadn’t meant anything by it, however secretly he’d hoped you say yes.

You gave a small shrug, “I mean yeah.. if it was the right guy.” Your eyes meet his and the way he was looking at you made you blush.

He nods, before clearing his throat, “Your turn..”

“Truth or dare?” You whispered quietly.

“Dare.”

You gulped, “I dare you to kiss me.”

His eyes were wide as they looked at you. You didn’t have to tell him twice. He scooted closer to you, his hands going to your cheeks, “Are you sure?” He whispers against your lips, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.

Your eyes glance from his lips to his eyes before nodding.

“I need you to say it baby girl.” The nickname he’d always called you. It made your heart melt every time he said it.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Then his lips softly met yours. He couldn’t believe it at first, he was actually kissing you. This was what his dad ordered to never happen, but right now all he could think about was the feeling of your soft lips against his and how good you were. He wanted your first kiss to be memorable, so he was soft and gentle, making sure he wasn’t needy with the kiss. Oh, how he wanted to be though.

It was the sound of a key in the door that made you two pull away, quickly scurrying to separate beds. You’d grabbed a magazine and opened it, Dean grabbing the TV remote. The two of you never spoke about that night again. That didn’t stop you two from flirting though.

You stood in the motel bathroom, fixing your hair. The three of you were getting ready to leave on a hunt, but first would be impersonating agents to find out information.

“Can you help me with this?” Dean walked in, his shirt buttoned but his tie hung loosely around his neck. He stood behind you, looking at you in the mirror.

“Why can’t Sam help? I’m still trying to get ready.”

“Sam stepped out to take a phone call. And maybe I wanted you to do it.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, before turning to face the older Winchester brother, “Sam’s too rough when he ties it, isn’t he?”

He nods, “Your much more gentle.”

You blush a little and shake your head, beginning to tie the tie.

Dean watches you in admiration, your tongue on your lip in concentration. He was close enough to kiss you right now and he couldn’t lie, he was tempted. So tempted.

“You look good.” He whispers.

You roll your eyes again, “Stop it.”

“You do.” He clears his throat, “Your hair looks good like that.”

You glance up at him, patting his tie after finishing, “you don’t look so bad yourself.”

He fixes his collar over the tie, giving him his famous smirk, “I know I do sweet cheeks.” He gives you a wink before stepping out of the bathroom.

“You’re so conceited!”

After the hunt was over, Dean of course wanted to go for a round of drinks at the local bar.

“You guys go find a table, I’ll go get drinks.” Sam announces, pointing to the bar. You nod before following Dean through the crowd of people. He leads you to the table, his hand at your lower back.

Sam watches the two of you from the bar. He figures Dean said something funny because the two of you bursted into laughter, your hand going to his arm. Sam smiled and shook his head. He wasn’t stupid, he knew Dean liked you and he figured you felt the same way. The way you two flirted, it wasn’t like siblings. It was more. In all honesty, Sam was for it. He could see a difference when you around Dean. Dean was happier, smiling and laughing and he was respectful. Dean was a completely different guy with you. He wishes the two of you would just admit it already. Dad was dead, so nothing was holding the two of you back.

The hunt went bad. Dean and Sam had been captured by vampires. They’d told you to wait in the car while they handled it but they underestimated the number of vampires inside, resulting in their capture. You had run in, using yourself as an offering, more of a distraction while Dean cut himself lose. It was a dangerous move on your part and Dean almost didn’t cut himself lose in time. Luckily, you’d managed to walk away with only a bite on your shoulder.

“Are you an idiot?!” Dean had screamed at you as soon as you stepped outside. The three of you managed to kill all the vampires, but now it was time for a lecture.

You rolled your eyes, hand over your wound, “I saved your ass, Dean. Both of you!” You defend, looking between the brothers.

Dean tosses the machete in the trunk, slamming it shut, “Yeah and you almost got yourself killed in the process! I almost didn’t make it in time.” Quietly, Sam had slipped into baby, this wasn’t his argument. He wouldn’t get a word out anyways. When the two of you went at it, there was no interrupting.

“I was fine, Dean. I had it handled.”

“Yeah? You had it handled?” He stalks over to you, pointing to your shoulder, “That’s what you call having it handled?! He could have killed you!”

“It was only one bite! I’m fine!” You begin to turn away from him and get into the car, but he grabs your arm, pulling you back to him.

“Don’t walk away from me. I’m not done talking.”

You rip your arm out of his grasp, “I’m not a fucking child, Dean! I can handle myself just fine. Why are you being like this!”

“Because I love you, y/n! That’s why!” It slipped out before he could stop it. No take backsies now. It was out on the table. The truth was out. You gasp, your eyes wide as you stand across from him.

You shake your head, “Dean. You better mean as in brotherly love.”

He takes a step closer to you. Now or nothing. “You know damn well I don’t mean brotherly love.”

You look up at him, eyes on the brink of tears, “Dean…”

“That night I kissed you for the first time, it meant something to me. You’ve always meant something to me, y/n. I know, dad always said we’re supposed to treat each other like siblings, but I say screw it.” His hands cup your cheeks, his thumb wiping a tear from your eye.

“Dean.” You whisper, your hand coming up to his cheek.

His lips are within inches of yours, “I need you to say it baby girl.” That one sentence.

“Kiss me Dean Winchester.” His lips come at you fast and hard, but the kiss is tender, just like that night in the hotel room.

“Finally!” Sam cheers from the impala, causing you two to pull away. You look at Sam, blushing and giggling.

Dean groans, “Way to ruin it, Sammy.”

“Sorry!” He winces, giving a sheepish smile.

Your hands go to his shirt at his side, giving a small tug, “I love you, Dean Winchester…” He presses his forehead against yours, his hands on your hips, pulling you close as you smile, “My knight and shining armor.”

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whumping-every-day · 4 years

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oh fuck! that’s a tasty mental image 😋 ash clumsily, painstakingly, bandaging up callum & easing his pain as much as possible cause he can’t bear to see callum suffer but fully aware that there’s gonna be Consequences for disobeying callum’s explicit fear of his teeth. whatever you do, don’t imagine ash putting the muzzle on HIMSELF so callum groggily enters cell next day & ash immediately kneels at his feet, shaking, head touching stone, hands stretched flat at callum’s boots, anxious mess 😈

hhhHHHHHHH dude. Buddy. My pal. It is not often someone gives me whumperflies with my own characters. So, congratulations!!! This idea swept in and took me for everything I had.

Warning for needles/stitches/blood/mild gore up ahead! It should also be noted, for those who haven’t followed the last few exchanges, that vampire venom in this universe (from a young vampire) doesn’t turn people, but has pain-numbing qualities!

His hands are covered in blood. There are tears in Ash’s eyes, and an itching in his gums, as he tries again to get the needle through the hunter’s skin. Callum has stopped screaming; now he’s limp, ashen pale as Ash’s clumsy fingers grip the needle.

The hunter is lying on the cot in his room, the third of four renovated cells. Golden hair sticks to Callum’s cheeks and forehead as Ash works. It’s worse like this, when the human is limp and unconscious, because at least when he was conscious and hurting he could tell Ash what to do.

“C-Callum?” Ash tries again, but there’s no answer, and the next time he blinks tears slip down his cheeks. “Callum, I’m, I’m s-sorry, I don’t - I don’t know how to do this-”

He’s never given stitches before, only seen Callum do them himself.

It’s more serious this time, Ash could tell that even without his nose informing him of just how much blood the human has lost. There’s so much of it, and with every second Ash wastes, more comes seeping out.

The panic is there, hot and tight behind his eyes. It’s like a weight, physically pressing down on him - the urge to crumple to the ground and curl up and sob. Callum has always been larger than life to him; a pillar of strength and stability. Whenever Ash is frightened, or hurting, he could come to Calluma and Callum would fix it. But this time it’s Callum on the table. This time, if Ash panics, Callum will die.

The vampire’s hands are shaking, and every inch of him is terrified. But he grips the needle tighter, and reaches down to pull the edges of torn flesh together.

The wound is a nasty one. It looks like talons, as far as Ash can tell; four long, wicked gashes with ragged edges and a messy finish. There’s a patch of flesh that’s been gouged out, hanging by a thread of sinew, and Ash retches as he carefully snips it away. He’s stitched the first of the four gashes, but the other three are considerably deeper.

Callum wakes just as Ash is pouring alcohol over the crude line of stitches. It’s not a scream he lets out so much as a roar, loud enough to rattle the tiny cell, and to have Ash habitually scrambling out of range. But the hunter slumps back against the cot a moment later, and Ash watches with his heart pounding in his ears.

Callum’s torso is already full of scars, although most of them are hidden under the new outpouring of blood. Even so, there are many; silver-white and rippled, in the shape of claws and teeth and violence. Ash presses the sopping red cloth against the last three gashes, and Callum moans, eyes moving listlessly behind half-closed lids.

“Callum?” Ash tries again, but there’s still no response. The vampire whines softly, fearfully, and it’s distinctly inhuman.

Callum’s not waking up. So Ash will have to do this.

The hunter groans when the needle goes through his skin, and Ash jumps as one of his hands comes up, gropes blindly for the source of the pain.

“G’ off… hhgn. Get offa me.” Callum’s bleary with pain and blood loss, and for the first time, Ash hesitates to obey an order.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and he says it over and over as the needle goes in and through Callum’s flesh. The hunter snarls, twists on the bed, and the needle slips in Ash’s hand again. Callum is horribly pale, and the four lines of red scored against his hip look dark and dangerous in the dim light. He screams through gritted teeth when Ash does manage to hold him down, but it never lasts for long.

It’s when one of his screams ends in a whimper that Ash can’t take it anymore. Ash knows screams like this, he’s been forced to make them often enough.

Callum shouldn’t have to scream like this. Callum is kind, and good, and merciful, and Ash knows a way to stop his pain.

Even if it will lead to swift retribution when the hunter is healed.

“Callum?” It’s whispered this time, almost guilty. Ash bites his lip as he presses the cloth against the bleeding and takes one of Callum’s hands.

He knows better than this. He does. The warning rings in his mind, one of those half-remembered commands he’d been given in his early days here.

No biting. You bite me and I will put a stake in your chest. Understood?

His chin wobbles as he takes Callum’s palm, gently uncurls those calloused, work-worn fingers.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m, I’m sorry, Callum.” He doesn’t ask the hunter not to be mad at him after. Ash knows the consequences.

He has to be careful; Ash’s thirst for blood has been largely beaten out of him, but if he proceeds without caution… Ash holds Callum’s hand with one of his own, and reaches up to his own jaw with the other. Callum had been the one to teach him this trick; the vampire finds the spot behind his ear, just under the venom gland, and presses.

His fangs drop instantly, and Ash whimpers at the feeling as venom start to pool behind them. His canines are still smaller than they should be, and Callum says that they probably won’t get much bigger. They’re like infant teeth, only instead of being young, they’d been yanked out and snapped off so many times that they refuse to grow any longer.

They still feel plenty long enough when Ash raises Callum’s palm to his lips.

He doesn’t let himself hesitate over placement; blood is still coming from Callum’s injuries, dampening the hunter’s bedsheets and spilling in rivets down his bare hip. There’s a deep-set terror in the vampire’s heart, but his resolve is set as he fits his teeth over Callum’s palm and bites.

The human’s palm is salty against his tongue, and his skin gives way under the creature’s teeth like puncturing fruit. Ash does his very best not to taste the blood as venom comes flooding into his mouth. It’s slightly bitter, thicker than saliva and chalky in his mouth. Some of it gets pumped through his fangs and into the hunter’s bloodstream, but most of it spills over, collecting behind the vampire’s teeth.

As soon it stops coming, Ash pulls away. He’s shaking from the ground up, cold terror gripping his chest from the gravity of what he’s just done. The venom is pooling in his mouth still, and it’s entirely instinctual to nuzzle into Callum’s palm, lapping gently at the bite marks. The venom can be absorbed through the skin or through blood, Callum had said - so Ash cradles the man’s wrist and runs his tongue over the marks until the pressure behind his fangs eases.

Then the hunter stirs. His eyes open just for a moment, colorless blue staring blearily into space. Then he fixates on what Ash is doing, and for a moment, it’s like the whole world holds still. Then,

“You - hhnggn. You fucking…” He’s still bleary, still weak, but Ash can see the way Callum is struggling for consciousness. The hunter wants to be awake.

Ash whimpers softly and drops his hand, and in that instant Callum lashes out and grabs his jaw.

It’s nothing like being grabbed before; it hurts, fingers digging into the creature’s jaw with strength born of panic. Callum’s eyes are somehow both alert and distant; Ash whines against his palm, the same one he’d been lapping at like a mangy dog mere seconds ago.

Somewhere in his mind, Ash knows that Callum is delirious. He’s lost so much blood, traveled for so long, dragged himself back to the lab leaking out of his side by luck and sheer stubbornness. It’s still ice down his spine when the hunter bares his teeth and says, low and dangerous,

“You fucking bit me.”

It’s like one of Ash’s nightmares has evolved and come to life.

The terror takes Ash’s knees from him, and the hunter’s hand comes with, still digging into his cheeks, the corners of his jaw.

“ ‘m sorry,” he whines past the hunter’s palm. “I’m sorry, Callum, S-Sir, please-” But Callum’s eyes are wild, unfocused. The man hisses in a breath through his teeth, glares up at the ceiling - he’s marshaling himself, it looks like, trying to get his bearings, trying to gain control of the situation.

He might have been able to, Ash thinks - if anyone could, it would be Callum. Except that the flesh of his left side is mangled like raw meat, and he’s lost so much blood his fingers are cold where they grip the vampire’s jaw.

He tries to get up anyway. Ash yelps a muffled protest as Callum tries to sit, then immediately goes grey. The hunter hangs there for a moment, feeling the gravity of his injuries, and then sinks back onto the cot with a little moan. The sheen of sweat on his skin has gotten shinier, and if he listens Ash can hear the human’s pulse; weak and quick, batting away in his chest like a caged bird.

Callum’s eyes are open, but he’s started to shiver.

It takes everything Ash has not to crumple to the floor and sob, cradling his throbbing jaw. He’s bitten Callum. Callum, the one person to ever be kind to him. Callum the hunter, who hadn’t needed to be kind, but had still taken him out of filth and despair and shown him a gentle hand.

For a moment, Ash fears that Callum will try moving again, will try to get up and grab for a weapon. Instead, Ash sees the moment his venom starts to work. Callum’s pupils are already dilated, but there’s a visible change between one moment and the next; the hunter makes a startled little sound, and his fingers loosen from their fists.

Ash’s vision is blurred with tears, and the terror that clogs his throat is both old and new. There will be repercussions from this, he knows - he doesn’t know what, doesn’t know how.

He doesn’t know what Callum will do, now that Ash has crossed this line.

He still pushes himself back to his feet and snatches up the needle. Callum’s pulse thrums in his ears as Ash douses his hands in alcohol again, then rethreads the needle. There are two gashes to stitch still, and he’s lost valuable time; the blood is coming slower now.

“Please lie down,” he whispers as he pinches skin together with shaking fingers. “Please, Callum, just h-hold still. I’m almost done, I’m n-not going to-” He can’t even say the words. Ash sniffles, blinks, feels wetness on his cheek.

His pleas are mostly unnecessary, though; at the first pass of the needle Ash winces, expects another scream. Instead Callum just grunts and frowns, as if he’s tasted something unpleasant.

The man is distant while Ash stitches up the last two slices. There’s no reaction to the pain of the needle, and no response when Ash waves a hand in front of his face. It’s like the hunter is a shell, reduced to a limp, unfeeling body.

Ash pours alcohol over all four messy lines of stitches, and all Callum does is wince.

The bandages happen on autopilot; this Ash has done before, and he’s careful while he presses down gauze and winds linen around the hunter’s middle.

Then, when he’s done, he stands there for a moment. Callum is pale, blonde hair a shock of color against his cheeks. His scar is more pronounced now, gnarled and warped down the left side of his face.

Ash lifts a hand to his own face, where an iron muzzle had once sat. His fingers dig in where Callum’s had, holds the shape of his jaw.

No biting, the man had said. It was the only thing he’d said; the first concrete command he’d been given, something Ash had clung to back in the very beginning, when obedience had meant being forgiven simply for existing.

The world blurs before the vampire’s eyes as he goes to the tool room.

Ash doesn’t like the tool room. Even now, over a year post rescue, the tool room fills him with dread. It’s not large - it’s an offshoot of the lab, about the size of a large closet, which Callum uses to store the tools of his trade.

On the walls are things of iron; arrows, lances, chains, manacles. The muzzle sits, mounted proudly on the far wall. Ash comes to a stop in front of it and folds to his knees.

He had started to believe Callum, at some point. He’d believed that the hunter wouldn’t hurt him, that he’d really let Ash stay in his home and keep him safe, even though Ash was something that shouldn’t exist in the first place. But now…

Tears spill down his cheeks as Ash retrieves the muzzle. It’s the leather one, the one with a steel bit that tasted like mercy. The smell is musty when Ash lifts it up to his face. It settles hard and cold against his cheeks, his jaw, and Ash whines as the memories surge.

He’s been bad. He’s been so bad, the creature thinks; he deserves this, he deserves to be treated like an animal if that’s what he is.

Ash makes it back to his cell (room, he thinks; Callum had made it into a room) and pulls the heavy door closed. He can’t lock it, not without the keys. But he folds down onto the cold floor, and he pulls the muzzle straps tight enough to dig into the corners of his mouth. It’s never tight enough, it doesn’t burn - in some corner of Ash’s mind, he knows that’s a good thing. But there’s a much larger part of him that is remembering, as if waking from a dream, how he deserves to be treated.

The bit sits cold and hard against its tongue. The creature curls up on the cold floor, like it can’t even see the cot, and it cries.

[END]

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Soul to Souls - One

Square(s) Filled: None for this chapter

Warnings: Mentions of death, wolf hunt, Sassy OC, Guilt Ridden!Dean, so many more to come

Summary: Since she was four years old, Annaleigh has seen the same boy in her dreams. For twenty-five years, she grows to love the boy that has now turned into a man. Dean Winchester just lost the only family he has ever known. The guilt drives him to work harder than ever before. He works to forget the pain, until he meets Annaleigh and she turns his world upside down. What she learns changes both of their lives forever, but what will he do when he discovers the truth? Will he accept it or run back to the only life he has ever known?

Pairing: Dean x OC Annaleigh (evenutally)

Word Count: 1974

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches, @katehuntington, thank you both for being my guides! Dividers by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89.

A/N: This was my very first series I ever wrote four years ago in September 2016 and I am so happy and proud to bring this back home.

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There are things that go bump in the night. Monsters, demons and the like. This isn’t about human monsters or the fact that we all have our demons. No, this is about real monsters. Vampires, werewolves, black-eyed bastards; things you have nightmares about. If your kid says there is something in his closet, don’t go look. Grab your family and run.

Dean Winchester and his brother, Sam, hunt the non-human monsters of the world. They were raised to be hunters. Their mother was killed by a demon when Dean was only four. Sammy was still a baby, six months old at the time. That night, their dad packed up and moved the family from town to town, doing his best to eradicate the evils that plague our planet. Heaven and Hell, angels and demons, God and Lucifer; it’s all real.

Since the age of four, the constant moving and fighting evil was the only life Dean can remember and the only life Sammy has ever known. This isn’t just what they do, it is who they are.

Their dad was killed by a demon about four years ago, when he made a deal to save his eldest son's life. That was the turning point for Dean; he finally understood his father’s need for vengeance, for justice. It had just been Sam and Dean ever since. The only family they had left was Bobby Singer - hunter, lore expert and surrogate father - to keep them on the not so straight and narrow path through this life.

It had been just the two of them, until Sam inadvertently started the Apocalypse and ended up in Hell, in the cage with the Devil himself. Now, Dean was flying solo, feeling like he was losing his way. Dean chastised himself for not doing more; not being able to save his brother. Everything was written in the Heavens many millennia ago. Dean didn’t know that there was nothing he could have done to save his brother.

Dean spent days, nights, weeks on the road; for months he drove. He followed one hunt after another, never stopping. Wherever Bobby needed him or whatever he could find on his own, he went there to keep busy. It didn’t matter how big or small the threat; Dean took it without question. He needed it. He needed the action, the danger, the adrenaline. Anything to keep his mind off Sammy. Anything.

Ever since Sammy was taken from him, Dean had felt empty inside. The adrenaline of the hunt felt good for a moment, until he finished and remembered he was all alone once more. He wished he couldn’t feel anything, well, most of the time anyway. Until he met her. That was three months ago.

Bobby had asked Dean to look into a possible werewolf case on his way back from another hunt, so there he was in a sleepy little podunk town in Idaho. The view wasn’t bad, but he really wanted out of there as quickly as the hunt would allow. He checked into a run-down motel and quickly went in search of food, beer, whiskey, and pie, not necessarily in that order. He could already smell the rain permeating the mountain air. He just hoped it held out long enough.

Not far from the motel, he found a bar with only a few cars in the lot. Walking through the front door, he noticed three guys shoulder to shoulder watching something mindless on the bar television. One bartender, one waitress. Easy, Dean thought to himself, as he slid into the corner booth where he could keep an eye on both entrances.

The waitress approached his table. She was short, cute, and curvy. She had a nice smile, the bluest eyes he had ever seen, and straight red hair, up to her chin. Dean looked away quickly before her eyes met his.

“What can I get you?” she asked, not too sweetly, just a little bit of an edge to her voice, like she had had enough tonight.

“Whiskey, neat. Beer, bacon cheeseburger, fries,” he replied without looking up.

Without a word, she walked away. She returned soon enough with the whiskey and a bottle of beer, setting them down sharply on the table. “Sorry,” she mumbled and turned to walk back to the bar.

Dean sat in the booth, scrolling through his phone while he waited for his meal, looking at pictures he had of his little brother. He didn’t need this down time, thinking about Sammy rotting in Hell. It was a new form of torture, one he was a little too intimately familiar with.

A chuckle escaped Dean’s lips when he saw the picture he had snapped of the drool hanging out of Sam’s mouth during a case in Utah. Dean kept scrolling through the pictures, landing on one he didn’t remember. He was standing next to Baby, his pride and joy, a 1967 jet black Chevrolet Impala, with Sam by his side, both of them with a cold beer in their hands. Sam was laughing at something without a doubt hilarious that Dean had said. When was this taken? He thought. Then it hit him: this was after Dean was cured of the ghost sickness and they all thought he was a goner. Bobby, that sneaky bastard, must have snapped that photo, Dean thought to himself. He kept looking at Sam in the picture, how happy he looked, how happy they both looked. Was it because he said something funny or was Sam just glad that he was able to save Dean for once? Dammit! I was the big brother. I was supposed to look out for Sammy. And I let him down. Again, Dean thought to himself.

A soft hand on his cheek startled him, bringing him back to the dingy bar. Slowly and gently, the waitress with the piercing blue eyes wiped away a tear he didn’t even know he had shed before she sat down across from Dean. “Why so sad, Handsome?” It was just one simple question but he couldn’t even answer her. Where did he even start?

“Oh, nothing you need to worry your pretty little head with, Red.” Dean took the plate she offered and went to pick up his burger. She continued to peer into his soul as if she knew exactly what he was thinking, that he was a failure.

“You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders and you don’t have to. I can help you, Dean, but only if you let me,” she said quietly, as she looked around the bar as if someone would overhear her words.

He dropped the burger and reached into the back of his pants, his hand on the pistol he had concealed there, finger already on the trigger.

“Who the fu--” was all he got out before she reached a hand across the table and gripped his wrist lightly, interrupting his anger.

“Bobby called me last night and told me you were on your way. I was just about to give up and leave.” She continued to gaze at him. “My name is Annaleigh Newmiller. I am a friend of Bobby’s. And, I know what you are going to ask. No, I am not a hunter, I’m just his eyes and ears out here in the boonies.” She let go of his hand, but he could still feel her touch lingering on his skin.

Dean was more handsome than Annaleigh remembered; a little more rugged and much sadder. But, the same devastating smile and green eyes were there, with just a few more crinkles around them. The same, yet so different.

Dean collected his thoughts as she looked at him, her gaze never wavering. He did not put the gun away but kept it next to him in the booth. One glance towards the bar indicated the three stooges didn’t even know they were in the back and wouldn’t be interrupting anytime soon.

He had to get answers from her right now, he didn’t want to walk away to call the old man and risk her skipping out. “Bobby didn’t tell me he had someone out here in the mountains. He didn’t tell me someone would be waiting for me. How do I know you are who you say you are?”

Slowly, she took an iron knife and a flask out of her apron. She took a sip from the small silver bottle then handed it to him; he checked to make sure it was holy water. Next, she wrapped her small hand around the handle of the knife and slid the blade through the soft flesh on her left forearm, letting a bit of blood bead up on the surface. Not once did she take her eyes off of Dean’s. She removed the purple bandana from its home around her neck and wrapped it around the fresh wound on her arm.

When she was done, Annaleigh reached over with her right hand, grabbed a french fry off his plate and popped it in her mouth. “Field to fryer... good, aren’t they?”

Dean continued to watch her, slack jawed, while she ate more of his fries. Finally, Dean picked one up and brought it to his lips, taking a bite. She was right, they were good. Hold on, what the hell? Fries!? She’s distracting me from who she really is. He leaned forward in the booth grabbing her wrist with his free hand as she reached for another french fry.

“Why don’t you start by telling me who the hell you are and what you know!” He didn’t exactly yell it, but it was loud enough that it brought an unwelcome glance from the bartender, who looked at Annaleigh, sternly, but she just nodded to let him know she was okay, and he turned back to the TV on the wall.

“Like I said before; my name is Annaleigh. Bobby was a friend of my brother’s. My brother... Well, he’s dead now, but every now and then Bobby calls, asks me to look into something for him. I have lived here in the mountains most of my life and I work here at the bar for extra cash. I’m a massage therapist full time and I work from home.” She was giving Dean the whole nine yards. He asked for it, so he just sat there, listening. And, boy, she had a lot more to say.

“I am 29, I’m a Leo, my middle name is Grace. I enjoy strong men and stronger coffee. I like country music and classic rock. Yeah, an odd combination, I know. I do not and will not put up with other people’s bullshit. Anyway, a couple days ago, a body turned up in the woods behind my house. The heart was missing. I called the sheriff, and he said it was an animal attack. Animal, my ass. So, I called Bobby. I already figured it was a werewolf from all the research I have done in the past for my brother, but I needed him to send someone, because, while I know about the life and the lore, I don’t hunt. He said you were on your way back to his place from Oregon. How did you like the drive through the mountains? Can I get you another round?”

He mulled over everything she had said. She didn’t seem like she was bullshitting him, but maybe just a little reluctant to get into the thick of it. He finally let go of her wrist and put his gun away. Dean picked up his burger and took a bite before speaking, ignoring the questions she had asked him. “Well, Red... looks like I have a wolf that needs putting down. Why don’t I finish up here and you show me where this body was found?”

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jingabitch · 5 years

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Armed to the Fangs ch. 6

SUMMARY: you grew up in the hunter’s guild, understanding that it is your sacred duty as a hunter to protect humanity from the vampires that lurk in the dark, draining the life from anyone unlucky enough to be caught. while making the rounds one night, you encounter taehyung, a fabled born vampire - not that you know that when he tries to entice you into a dark alley. next thing you know, you’re kidnapped and taken to their home, where you realise that all of them somehow crave your blood and seem to know more about your past than you do. finding out about where you came from might be the key to setting humanity free.

PAIRING: eventual ot7 x reader; some jimin x reader and namjoon x reader here

WARNINGS: some description of violence, angst, pining, maybe eventual smut but not for a looooong time, slow burn (really the slowest of burns), injeolmi being adorable asf as always, reader ironically hates the smell of blood

RATING: T?

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

A/N: thank you to my betas @re-sugance and @jminacious for reading this beforehand and making sure it was okay! also, I hope you guys enjoy and are excited for chapter 7 because I am!!

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Now that you’d gotten a taste of what life outside your quarters in the manor could be like, you quickly grew restless in your room. You’d always been independent, after all, and being stuck inside with only your cat for company grew old fast. The vampires – at least the ones you’d met so far – seemed nice enough, and maybe if you played nice, they’d eventually let their guard down and agree to let you go back to the Guild.

With that goal in mind, you suddenly couldn’t wait to set your new plans into motion. You’d never really kept tabs on the boys and what they did when they were up since you were usually asleep at night, but you figured it couldn’t hurt to check it out tonight. You’d slept most of the day away, anyway, after coming back from the garden with Namjoon.

Come 11pm, you were standing in your nice walk-in closet getting dressed. You’d been caught in your pajamas by Namjoon this morning, but that was not going to happen again – if you were to be an ambassador, the manor was technically your place of work, and you could not be seen walking around in sleepwear. It was unprofessional, to say the least.

You pushed aside the little voice in your head informing you that you were being ridiculous, that there had never been an ambassador for the hunters and there was no reason to have one now, that your current title was a farce.

Strapping your hip holster on under your jacket and hiding your knives away in your boots, you gave Injeolmi one more round of scratches behind his ears before you left your room. “All right…” you muttered to yourself, going back down the hallway to the stairs you’d found this morning. It didn’t take long for you to run into one of the vampires – Jungkook, the youngest one, had his head inside the massive fridge in the kitchen downstairs.

You hesitated to make your presence known, standing next to the wall, but he turned around to give you a friendly smile. “Hello Y/n-ssi,” he greeted you politely. “What are you doing here?”

“Good evening, Jungkook-ssi,” you responded with a bow. “I got bored hanging around my room, is all,” you said with an awkward shrug. If he noticed how weird you were being, he didn’t mention it.

“Well, it’s nice to see you,” he said, looking awkward as he slowly closed the fridge. He was still empty-handed when he withdrew, and you raised your brow at him.

“Didn’t you come to grab something from the fridge?” you asked, looking down at his hands.

“Oh, I… uh-” He fumbled awkwardly, flushing. You bit back the urge to pinch his cheeks or give him a cuddle. Get a grip, you ordered yourself. He was a vamp, not a dongsaeng from the Guild, even if he looked like it from his boyish demeanor and simple black clothing. There would be no casual affection, even if you could form a cordial working relationship with the other vampires in the compound.

As you chastised yourself, frowning slightly, Jungkook grew more uncomfortable, dithering in front of the fridge. Your appearance was definitely welcome, but he’d come down to grab a bag of blood after waking up, and now he didn’t know if you would be comfortable seeing him drink it. He still vividly remembered your reaction to the frozen blood bag Taehyung had given you, and didn’t much fancy staring down the barrel of a gun again. As he watched your face twist into a light scowl, he began panicking even more, wondering if he should just get out of here. He could smell the gunpowder on you and knew your gun was somewhere on your person.

Snapping back to attention as he began to fidget, you smiled at him. “You can grab the blood bag, you know,” you offered, figuring that was probably why he was there.

“Oh, uh, okay,” Jungkook responded meekly, opening the fridge again. From your vantage point, you could see neat stacks of blood, but the drawers at the bottom looked to be filled with fresh produce. He picked a bag from the pile and closed the fridge again, still looking unsure of yourself.

“Where do you get these?” you asked curiously, taking a closer look. They looked like they were hospital bags, now that you were paying attention.

“Uh… the blood drive center gives us the unusable or extra stuff,” Jungkook explained.

“Huh. That’s very… efficient,” you said with a raised brow, and Jungkook squeaked, wondering if you were mad. The noise was so adorable you smiled at him, though, and it made his dead heart squeeze.

“All right, go enjoy that,” you nodded at the blood bag he was holding. Jungkook wasn’t quite ready to leave your presence, but figured he might as well cut his losses and stop embarrassing himself in front of you, so he just nodded and bade you goodbye as he started to run back to his room.

“Wait, Jungkook-ssi?” you called as he started going up the stairs, and he paused, turning to see what you wanted. “Do you know who’s been cooking my food?”

“Ah, that’s Jin-hyung,” he told you before disappearing.

Jin, hmm? That was interesting, you thought. You didn’t know that vampires could cook, since it wasn’t like they were eating the food they made, and for the vampire you’d previously known to be stoic and kind of mean, if you were being honest, to be cooking all your meals every day, without any thanks…

Somehow that felt weird. Not bad weird, but it made you feel a little fuzzy inside, something that had previously only happened to you when Jennie came by with some extra treats she’d managed to smuggle off the streets during her patrols. Still thinking about it, you started going up the stairs, following the path Jungkook had taken. You hoped you wouldn’t get lost again.

Wandering down the empty halls, you could take your time absorbing your surroundings. This was a part of the manor that you’d never been to, and it was somber and quiet, without any of the windows that were part of the décor of the wing you were housed in. That made sense, you supposed, since based on your interactions with Namjoon earlier you knew that they were sensitive to the light.

As you were walking past one of the doors, it popped open unexpectedly, giving you the fright of your life. You screamed and whipped your gun out as you spun around to meet this new threat, coming face to face with Taehyung, who jumped when he heard you scream and quickly put his hands up.

“It’s just me! I’m not going to hurt you!” he cried, trying to look as un-intimidating as possible. A little hard for a vampire who towered over you, but his big eyes and guileless expression did make you feel a little better. Squinting suspiciously at him, you nonetheless lowered your gun but didn’t put it back in its holster.

“I’m sorry I frightened you,” he offered, relaxing and putting his hands down.

You scoffed. “You didn’t frighten me,” you lied.

His lips twitched, trying to hold back a laugh at how cute you were, but he didn’t respond, instead falling into step with you. You didn’t recoil from him or tell him to leave you alone, which he took as a good sign. “What brings you to these parts of the manor?” he asked, trying to make conversation.

Glancing askance at him, you asked, “Am I not allowed?”

“Uhhh…” he backpedaled furiously. “N-no! Of course I didn’t mean that, I mean… you can go wherever you want to, it’s just…”

You couldn’t hold back your giggles anymore. “Relax, man, I’m just kidding,” you managed to get out. Now that you weren’t incapacitated in some way, you felt a little better around Taehyung. He seemed innocent enough, if you put aside the unfortunate way you’d first met him. Even though he was taller and broader than you, you got the sense – at least when he wasn’t charging at you – that he would never hurt a fly, which was strange considering he was literally an apex predator.

“I heard Seokjin-ssi has been cooking my meals,” you said with forced casualness once you calmed down.

“Uhh, yeah,” Taehyung said carefully, watching you. He might crave your approval and attention, but Seokjin was still his brother, and he was a little cautious about where this was going.

“Is he around? I’d like to pay my compliments to the chef, as it were.”

Brightening up, he nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I’ll take you to him!” When he strode ahead of you to show you the way, there was a bounce in his step and you shook your head almost fondly before catching yourself. Nonthreatening demeanor or not, he was still a vampire. There must be something in the water here, if it was making you feel this way towards vampires. What next? Wanting to sleep with them?

You let Taehyung chatter on, only half paying attention to him as he took you to Jin’s study. You were almost surprised when he stopped in front of an imposing double door. “Here he is,” he giggled before busting the doors wide open without so much as a knock.

Seokjin, who was sitting at his desk as usual, looked up with a scowl at the disturbance. He’d heard Taehyung’s voice approaching and knew that he would be dropping in, but that didn’t make it any less irritating. As much as he loved his younger brother, the man needed to learn about boundaries. “How many times have I told you-” he started ranting, before trailing off when he spotted you standing next to Taehyung.

“Oh,” was all his mouth could manage, and Taehyung smirked knowingly at him.

“Right, here he is! I’ll leave you to your very important discussion,” he fairly sang as he wandered back down the hallway he came from.

Seokjin shook his head at his brother’s antics, then turned his attention towards you. “Did you need anything?” he asked, trying for cordial but falling slightly short.

“Yes.” Undeterred by his unwelcoming demeanor, you entered the room, going to stand behind the chairs on the other side of his desk. “I heard that you’ve been cooking my meals.”

At your tone and the way your hands were still stuffed into your pockets, Seokjin stiffened, on high alert now. “Yes,” he said warily. “Is that a problem?”

Realising how confrontational you must look and sound right now, you quickly adjusted your posture, letting your hands relax by your sides. “I, um… just wanted to say thank you,” you said slightly unsurely, looking away awkwardly. Why was this so difficult? “They were really good.”

At your words, he brightened up. “Thank you, Y/n-ssi,” he said formally. “It’s my pleasure.”

Your eyes darted towards him, saw the almost tender expression he was wearing as he smiled at you, and immediately darted away again, a flush now stealing over your cheeks. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from cooing at how cute you were. “Is there anything else?” he prompted, because it didn’t look like you were going to leave.

“Uh, yes.” You gathered yourself enough to appear professional, clearing your throat and smoothing your hands over your jacket. “I wanted to know if there are official duties for me…? As ambassador…?”

“Yes, take a seat.” Seokjin took his glasses off – you hadn’t even known vampires could be shortsighted, how about that – and leaned back in his chair. “Since your primary role will be to improve the relations between hunters and vampires, I think it would be best for you start by cultivating good personal relationships with the vampires.”

Cultivating good personal relationships…? He just wanted you to make friends? You blinked at him, surprised. Somehow you’d thought your role would involve more actual… work. Still, you shrugged it off. You’d never been the diplomat, after all. Being a hunter was more like being the muscle of the operation.

“All right, and how do you suggest I do that?”

He smiled at you and leaned forward.

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It was five am, and you weren’t sure if this was a good idea. You stood in front of the mirror in your walk-in closet, clad in the one dress you owned. Injeolmi was seated on the padded chair – in the closet! – staring at you calmly. Clearly, he didn’t share your trepidation.

“What do you think, baby?” you asked, giving yourself a critical once-over. The dress was black and modest, and, in all honesty, before tonight you’d only worn it at funerals for fallen hunters.

He meowed at you, looking unimpressed, and you sighed. “Yeah, probably,” you conceded, but didn’t change. Instead you said bye to him – with a good dose of pets and ear scratches – and left the room for your dinner/breakfast with the vampires. Seokjin had told you that it would be a good way to get to know the others, and you’d agreed hesitantly.

You walked down the now-familiar path from your room down to the kitchen. The dining area was next to the kitchen, and as you came through the arched entryway, you paused for a moment. The six vampires you’d already met were all seated, and there was a strong smell of blood permeating the entire room. Wrinkling your nose, you steeled yourself. The metallic scent wasn’t something you were necessarily squeamish towards, but you did have certain negative associations with such a strong scent of blood. You swallowed hard, trying not to think of the last bloodbath you’d walked into that had smelled very similar, and entered the dining hall.

“Good morning,” you said, smiling politely as all of them rose out of their chairs. They echoed your greeting and you walked over to the only place that had an actual meal with table settings laid out. The rest of them had what looked like soup bowls full of blood in front of them, and you shuddered inwardly, but tried not to show your aversion on your face. Jin grinned at you proudly as you sat down, looking at the meal laid out in front of you. Today, he’d gone with a traditional Korean meal, with a soybean stew, steamed rice and a collection of side dishes laid out neatly.

“Thank you,” you said, smiling at him while trying not to take deep breaths. You could do this, you thought to yourself, clenching your hand into a fist on your lap. With the other hand, you picked up your chopsticks and levelled them against the table. “Please, dig in,” you invited as you picked up a piece of kimchi to put it in your mouth.

It seemed that, as with most things, you’d overestimated yourself. As you started eating, all of them started drinking the blood like they would soup, something you’d think was strange if you weren’t currently too busy sprinting to the garbage bin in the kitchen to empty your stomach. When they started stirring the blood, the smell had gotten even stronger and watching them slurp it down, you couldn’t stop seeing all the traumatic battles you’d been in, images of bodies torn up by vampires and your own fallen brothers and sisters playing on a loop in your mind that you couldn’t stop.

“Jesus, what-” One second you’d been digging in, and the next you were abruptly gone from the room, so quickly that all of them wondered, even though they knew it was impossible, if you were actually a vampire.

The answer to the question in all their minds became clear a moment later when the sounds of you gagging and retching reached them. The boys reacted immediately, springing out of their seats and dashing to the kitchen where you were currently bent over the bin.

“Oh, God, are you okay?” Jimin sprang to your aid, coming to stand beside you and helping you hold your hair away. Now that he was doing it, you released it and used your now free hand to brace against the bin.

“Jesus, hyung, what did you feed her?” Yoongi asked, his face screwed up in disgust.

Seokjin puffed up his chest angrily. “Yah, this isn’t my fault! It must have been because she saw your ugly face!”

Finally done, you staggered over to the sink and turned it on to start rinsing your mouth. “Sorry,” you mumbled. “That was really gross; I’ll take out the trash.”

“No, no, Jungkook is already taking care of it,” Jimin said, still stuck to your side. You turned slightly and saw that Jungkook was, indeed, already tying off the trash bag.

“Are you okay? Do you feel sick?” Taehyung asked, hovering nearby.

You shook your head, embarrassed by all the attention you were getting now. “No, it’s just the smell of blood…”

All of them blinked, clearly not following.

“Uh, when it’s too strong, it kind of reminds me of…” You trailed off awkwardly, not wanting to go into the gory details, mostly because you didn’t want to keep thinking about it.

They got it nonetheless, grimacing as they realized what had set you off. “Right…” Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck and the others similarly looked guilty. Looking around at them, you felt bad for ruining the dinner/breakfast. They looked like they’d tried real hard about it too, all dressed up nicely.

“Do you want to go back to your room to rest?” Jimin asked, holding on to your arm like he was worried you were going to topple right over if he let go.

“Uh, no, I’m fine,” you said, trying to shrug off his grip subtly. He noticed and let you go, but cast you a slightly wounded look that you ignored. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth, but I’ll be right back,” you promised.

Back in your room, Injeolmi cast you a judgmental look. “Stop it,” you muttered defensively. “It wasn’t my fault.”

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Despite the somewhat rocky start to your first official interaction with them, things did get better. They learned to use straws to suck the blood out of the blood bags like Capri Suns around you, which didn’t result in that overly strong blood scent that had set you off the first time, and you grew used to being around them. It wasn’t difficult to see, now that you were around them most of the time, that what you’d learned about vampires was incomplete at best.

After all, there was no way a soulless vampire like the ones you’d known in the past could make such delicious meals when he couldn’t even taste them, or be so utterly whipped for your cat. Being in the manor around the boys, you learned a lot, too – about yourself, and the world. Namjoon let you have free access to his library, and you’d never seen so many books in one place before. Unsurprisingly, reading wasn’t a common hobby among hunters, and the Head had never encouraged it either. Yoongi let you sit in the room and listen to him while he played the piano, and even taught you how to play simple nursery rhymes. The maknaes were always so welcoming – although to be honest, you weren’t sure if they were more interested in you or your cat. Jin made it clear that his study was always open to you, and was surprisingly easy to talk to once you got past his rather aloof exterior.

You quickly developed cordial friendships with the six of them, and Injeolmi adored that you now let him roam basically freely around the manor. There was just one thing you were curious about – every time you entered the main hall, you saw that painting of the vampires, but there were seven of them.

Where was the last born vampire?

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