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Bad Moon Rising

Part 2: Mermen, Vampires, and Werewovles, Oh My! 

Summary: The reader finds and rescues a hurt merman who tells her that his name is Jim. She helps him without a second thought, but his presence might attract the attention of other supernatural creatures she never knew existed. This will eventually be a foursome (Jim Mason x Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepard x Reader) mythology/supernatural au.

A/N: I'm not dead! Instead of just saying that I was gonna do something, I figured my welcome back post would be the next revised chapter of BMR as an apology. I had some repressed memories come up and they were repressed for a reason so that rocked my boat real hard, but hi everyone! I'll get to the asks sitting in the inbox hopefully tonight, but it might have to be tomorrow. So for the new readers, the last one of the foursome is introduced, but we’ll get to actually see more of Michael and Duncan in the next part. There is an oc in here, Rory, that we’ll see more later. I’ve had him for awhile and he’s actually one of my fave characters ever. You can totally imagine Cillian Murphy for him. Again, if you want to be on the tag list, just hit me up and let me know what you think!

Warnings: No smut yet, sorry. There is blood, injury, mentions of mental illness, depression, crying, concern about having a total break from reality.

Word Count: 2.3k

Tagging List: @langdonsinferno, and @moonagecordelia and remember, my tag list is all sorts of messed up so please lmk if you want to be on it! either for this story or all my work! 

Previous Parts: Part 1

“I thought that vampires fed off of humans? Why did he go for you instead of me?”

“Well, yeah, vampires feed off of humans, but that’s not their only food source. Faerie blood is actually more nutritious and flavorful for vampires, just humans are more readily available and easier to hunt. He probably smelt my blood and sought me out.”

“… Wow, I mean makes sense, I guess?” It really didn’t, nothing made sense to her, but also Jim could tell her that the sky was actually purple and the ocean was orange, and she’d believe him at this point.

“You should probably take care of him.”

“Yeah, probably. Do I need something stronger than rope.”

He scoffed, “Yes, probably something more like a stake through the heart.”

She looked to the darkly angelic figure passed out on the floor. He looked helpless now, and she could see that the wounds that were on the cat adorned and tarnished his skin. He was hurt, and probably just looking for a way to heal himself. She felt bad, but on the other hand, Jim was in danger. So was she. This was fucked up. “No.”

Jim gave her a look like she might be insane.

“I said no. He’s just trying to survive like you. I’ll get like, chains or something. That should hold him?”

Jim looked at her with such bewilderment, she felt like she was the weird one in the room. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s probably going to end badly.”

She was still looking at the vampire. Probably, she was thinking, but that’s not what she said. “I think it’s going to be fine.”

“…. Okay, if you say so.” Jim was still so unsure of this. “Just move him please.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

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Moving the vampire that was nearly double her size wasn’t an easy feat, but she did it. Thank god for the hauls of fish she’s been lugging around her whole life or this might actually be impossible. She had him propped up against the support beam in the living room. That was the sturdiest place in her house she could think of, but you knew you needed to move fast. There was no telling how much time you had before he woke up, and she couldn’t imagine he’d be happy when he did. Now, the next problem was finding chains and a lock that was probably heavy duty enough. She figured the boatyard, but she’d really have to move her ass.

She grabbed the keys to her dad’s old beat up pick up truck and a jacket and hurried out the door. She was humming to herself in a tense song, a habit she did out of nervousness, and fumbled with the keys.

“Hi there, Y/N, a little la-” a familiar voice called, but with the night’s events, she was already under so much pressure, and she yelped and nearly threw the keys. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Hi, Rory. Sorry, it’s been a night.” Oh Rory, the older Irish gentleman that ran the dock’s favorite bar to go to in the evening, and her next door neighbor. She had known him her whole life, a steady constant in this crazy shit show her life had been these past couple of months. She really wasn't alarmed with him being out so late. With his business, he always had been a night owl.

“I can see that,” his thick accent rang out with a chuckle, and she blanched for a second. “Dragging in buckets of sea water?”

“It’s an art project,” She answered maybe a little too fast and he cocked an eyebrow. “You know, for processing trauma. I read about it.”

“Okay then, Y/N,” he was unsure, but he was going to drop it. He knew grief made people do some strange things sometimes. 

“I’m going out for more things.” She didn’t know when to stop talking apparently.

“Well, good luck with that at 3 am. Just be careful,” he wished her well, “It’s a full moon, all the crazies are out tonight.”

She just chuckled uneasily, if she could only tell him. “Will do, you get some rest.”

“You too, dear.”

She was finally able to get the truck open and started, and she sped off to the boatyard.

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The yard was desolate and particularly eerily this night. Mist from the water was creeping over the place and gave it an all too fitting gothic appearance. She really wished that the world would stop being so poetic for a change. She found herself pulling her jacket tighter as she walked in between the older and busted up boats, something making the hair on the back of her neck stand up on end. A presence was following her, but she was all too tired of the night's weirdness to give into the thought. Surely, tonight couldn't get weirder. 

She had to kick the door down to the supply shed, but she doubted anyone would really care. This was the forgotten side of town anyway. She found heavy duty chains and a padlock fairly quickly, a feeling of satisfaction filled her that was quickly overshadowed by something else. Her head whipped up to the door and then to the window. She saw nothing, but she swore she felt eyes on her. Very intent eyes. God damn it. At this point, she was just hoping for another human.

The best thing to do was just get the hell out of there regardless, she decided, and without actually breaking into a run, she moved as fast as she could.

Outside, she swore she hear footsteps of something. It was much too big to be a person, but she didn’t know what it could be. Could be anything. She didn't know, and she was getting tired of this one night getting so fucking weird. There was an idea trying to creep into her mind, one that she was trying to violently shut out. She actually might just give up if she was right.

There was a movement and then a soft growl. She blanched again, but sighed. Of course. No, of course this would be the night that even more insane shit has to happen. She turned to the boat she saw the movement coming from and her eyes widened, yet she was somehow not surprised. A giant wolf monster sat perched up on the cabin and she nodded. “Sure. Yep. This might as well happen. Let’s just get this over with.”

It glowered at her as it crept down and off the boat, but in the bright moonlight, she saw the deep wounds ruining the lay of the coat. It growled again and began to stand on this back legs, standing at it’s full eight foot height, but she held dropped the chains and held up her hands. “Don’t even think about it, buddy,” she said firmly and the wolf’s ears pitched forward, clearly curious about the lack of fear.

“I’ve got a hurt merman and a vampire I need to restrain soon or he’s going to try to eat the merman at home. I see that you’re hurt. I can take care of you, but I need you to stop being a dick.”

It looked like it was debating something it’s head before settling down on all fours and cautiously moved towards her before gently nuzzling into her neck, smelling and licking her, she figured that this was some kind of greeting that werewolves had, but he was being friendly, but she just rolled with it. It was that kind of night that was already weird enough. She scratched behind it’s ears and it practically mewled and she had to smile, that was pretty cute.

“Come on, let’s go. I have to get back before the vampire wakes up.”

He limped along with her, and she had to help the poor thing up into the bed of the truck, but he was behaving quite well. She covered him up, with one of the tarps she used for the fish, and hopped in. Hopefully, she wasn’t too late, and she felt worry pit itself in her stomach.

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She had to make sure the lights on in Rory’s house were off before she uncovered the newest friend and boy from her truck and hurried him into the house.

The first thing she did was check to make sure that the vampire was still out and passed out where she left him. Thankfully, he was, and she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. She went back to the kitchen as the werewolf began sniffing around. “Go upstairs, it’s the room with the lights on.”

The wolf looked at her uneasily, but he relented and sulked up the stairs on all fours, looking over its’ shoulders at her.

She grabbed the chains and quickly secured the vampire to the post. There was a moment that nearly had her passing out, his nose flared a couple of times when she got closer, but luckily that was his only response to her.

She didn’t waste anymore time though, grabbed the medical box for the third time tonight, and she was running up the stairs. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she saw the large furry head pop out of the doorway. It was odd to have such a large creature in her house, but she didn’t think about that just yet. She sat the box down on the desk and she heard it growl softly.

“Come on, I know this is going to hurt a little bit, but,” the wolf cut her off with another, more aggressive growl.

“Uhhh, Y/N,” Jim called from the bathroom. “What was that?”

She turned around and went to the door. “I might have made another new friend tonight.” The wolf’s head popped into sight from the door to look at where the other voice came from out of curiosity, and Jim went white.

“That’s an alpha werewolf.”

She grunted as he pushed his way into the bathroom and began smelling and licking at Jim’s neck like he had done with her, and Jim couldn’t help the giggles that escaped his mouth and it only encouraged the wolf to tickle him more, but he eventually pushed him off gently.

Jim smiled shyly at the wolf before looking to her again. “Why was he growling at you?”

“I was just getting ready to stitch up his wounds.”

The monstrous animal’s ears pinned back at the word and Jim swatted his muzzle, startling the wolf.

“Be nice. She doesn’t know anything and you can’t talk in that form,” Jim chided with a small smile.

“You don’t need to rub it in!” She was almost defensive, but Jim was laughing.

“Werewolves don’t need stitches, particularly alphas. He’ll be fine by tomorrow night, you won’t even know that he was hurt.”

She nodded, but then stopped. “Why did he come with me then? If he didn’t need help.”

Jim’s eyes were practically shining with mischief. “He probably thinks you’re cute.”

She was bright red now and she looked at the clear amusement both of them had.

“Or he had other reasons, I’m just,” He had to think about it. He wasn’t sure about the human word for this. “Having my fun?” He had a little shy smile, and while she was scowling, her heart melted a bit at the expression.

“I didn’t realize I was opening my door to such jokesters,” but even she had to laugh.

She let out a yawn, and she realized how tired she was out. It hit like a freight train now that she didn't have a murderous vampire on the loose and she no longer had to play doctor. “Well, I think I’m going to be retiring for the night. Jim would you like a pillow or something?”

He cocked he eyebrow. Right, that makes sense that they wouldn’t have them in the ocean.

“I’ll go get one for you away.”

The wolf followed her out of the bathroom and crawled up on the bed for no regard to his weight as he circled like any dog would before settling down on the bed. She grabbed one of the extra pillows and returned to stuff it in the corner between the wall and the bathtub and Jim hesitantly rested his head against it before his eyes lit up.

“This is very comfortable. What did you call this?”

She chuckled, “A pillow. Goodnight, Jim.”

He smiled, “Goodnight, Y/N. Thank you. again.”

“It’s no problem.” With that, she left again for the bedroom.

She looked at the wolf, seemingly asleep, and she decided what the hell. She took her bra off and her pants, leaving herself in just a shirt and underwear. She crawled into bed under the blankets and tried to get comfortable, but sleep wasn’t coming to her at all. She was just replaying the events of the night.

So, at the beginning of the night, it was crippling loneliness and a solid crying session, then late night sailing on the boat …. Then she saved a merman …. Then they got attacked by a vampire ….. and then she picked up a werewolf ….. and now there’s a merman in  her bathtub, a vampire chained up in the living room, and a werewolf in bed with her. She sighed. This was…. weird. This was a weird night. This couldn’t have happened, could it? This stuff was made up. Oh god, she was having a mental breakdown. She was breaking and this wasn’t real. None of this was real.

She was starting to hyperventilate, panic gripping her, but then she felt a warm head, a very warm, very large, and very fluffy head nuzzle into her chest. A strong, furry arm ending in a hand with extremely long and sturdy claws wrapped around her abdomen and pulled her tight. An animal’s tongue licked her cheek and she had to laugh at how much it tickled. She heard the wolf make a noise deep within its throat in approval and she relaxed. This was real. It was very very real and she had the feeling that this wolf wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

Sleep soon took over, and for the first time in what felt like years, there was a smile on her face.

[holylangdon]

The Michael Thing For Kyra (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Request: @cupkayyyke wanting something soft so here it is

Warnings: Sub-ish!Michael, maybe OOC Michael, relationship vibes

Word Count: 505

A/N: Thanks for the title @binxee

Michael sighed lightly, unlocking the heavy door to your room. He was surprised to find you asleep on your bed, tucked neatly underneath the covers this late in the evening. Usually you stayed up a while to wait for his nightly visit, but not tonight. He wasn't offended, or hurt by it. In fact, he took it an an opportunity to get what he most secretly craved.

He couldn't help but smile softly as he watched you from the doorway. He slid off his sandals and placed them carefully by the bed, his coat resting on the desk. Michael took extreme caution as he climbed under the covers with you. The last thing he wanted to do was wake you as he curled his body into yours. He must've looked like a deer in headlights when your arm laid across his torso, a light sound coming from you.

"Hey," You whispered. "are you staying?"

"Yeah. I didn't mean to wake you up." He laughed, pulling the blanket over his body. You planted a small kiss to the back of his head, which made him grin.  

"You didn't." You voice was music to his ears as you spoke. "I promise, baby."

It felt like heaven to him as you adjusted yourself to account for his height. Michael was usually the big spoon, purely because he enjoyed the way you felt pressed up against him. Not even in a sexual way, really. He liked the dependance, the simplicity of having his beautiful girl in his arms. God, he loved it. He'd never, ever admit it out loud to anyone other than you, but he absolutely loved it. It had to be his favorite thing in the world, letting all of his stress and worries fade away for a little while.

No more words were spoken between the two of you as you snuggled close to each other. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, your other hand locked into his. The moment was unintentionally romantic, you'd admit. Soft candlelight was the only thing illuminating your lover's features, and the bitter cold air was thwarted by the warmth that the two of you had created.

"What happens if we get caught?" You asked him lightly, nervousness apparent in your voice. He pressed his lips against the back of your hand.

"I make it disappear." His tone was loving, but his words nearly sent a chill down your spine. Could he really do that? Did he really have that much power? You were sure of it, but the thought was surreal. "But you shouldn't worry about things like that. Let me take care of it, okay?"

And you trusted him. In that moment, neither of you cared about what was happening on the radiated outside. Hell, neither of you even cared about what was happening outside of that very room, not a single fuck given about the rest of the Outpost. The world revolved around the two of you as you fell asleep together, and that was that.

[gremlinkween]

Bad Moon Rising

Part 1: Out on the Water

Summary: The reader finds and rescues a hurt merman who tells her that his name is Jim. She helps him without a second thought, but his presence might attract the attention of other supernatural creatures she never knew existed. This will eventually be a foursome (Jim Mason x Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepard x Reader). Mythology/supernatural au.

A/N: This is a repost with some editing thrown in! Yay! I’ll be working on getting this done and new stuff in between each other so it doesn’t get too repetitive! This is just a chance for fans to get excited again and see nicer writing and for new people to find it! Also, let me know if you want to be on the tag list! 

Warnings: No smut yet, sorry. There is blood, injury, reader gets hurt, near drowning, medical stuff, and that’s about it!

Word Count: 3.1k

Tagging List: N/A

Sure, this wasn’t prime fishing time, but she couldn’t deal with the silent house anymore. She needed to be out here with the moon and the water. She realized that they might be her only friends right now. Sure, Rory was a good neighbor, but she felt odd going to him and dumping all of her problems on him. She knew he understood, but her pride just wouldn’t let her. There was always Lily, but sometimes life just got in between them and it was hard to meet up when they needed to.

So, to the quiet deep water it was. The moon shined bright over the water and the only sound was the waves gently lapping at the boat. A breath of relief escaped her lips. At least there was peace to be found out here, and she slowly felt the tension slip from her muscles. All was well right in this moment.

Suddenly, there was a disturbance in the water to the starboard side that made her jump. This really wasn’t the time for the fish and she got up from her seat to look over the side of the boat, seeing if whatever it was would do it again. Then, it did. She was utterly confused, she caught a glimpse of flesh and scales. It made no sense, and it was much closer than she anticipated. She waited with bated breath, not sure what to make of it.

Then a head emerged from the water. The most angelic boy she had ever seen, but something was off about his face. It was like there were soft iridescent scales wear humans would place highlighter. It looked nothing short of breathtaking in this light. The biggest thing that worried her was how his face twisted in pain as he struggled with something under the water.

“Are you hurt?” She called, not sure what to make of this situation but someone or something was hurt and she wasn’t just going to leave him to his own devices.

His head whipped to the sound of her voice and he paled even more, looking truly terrified that she saw him, and he dove under the water.

“Wait no!” She yelled, “Let me help you!” She didn’t wait for a response though, she was already grabbing her diving knife and leaping over the side of the ship. The freezing water of the Pacific greeted her, but she didn’t care. She was grateful for the full moon because she could actually see tonight, and she saw what the problem was. He was trapped in a net with one of those horrible whale traps that had pierced the bottom joint above the large tail fin. Most would probably be lost in the realization of what this creature was, but all she saw was a someone who needed help.

He looked up to see her approaching with a knife in between her teeth, and he started panicking, having no way of knowing what her intentions were, so he struggled more, only embedding the steel hook into his flesh further and making the net constrict. She fought to swim faster to him. 

There was an unbearable moment when she held the knife to him, but a profound relief filled him when it was the rope that was cut, not him.

She worked as fast as she could to cut the net cut away, knowing that she had a limited oxygen supply, and the merman could only stare in wonder as this fragile human jumped into literally the most hostile environment for them, just to help him. A respect and trust was formed in that split second.

The clock was ticking, she knew she had to get up to breathe soon, but she was so close. Close. Close. Close. There. 

The net down, now for the most painful part. She bit the knife again as she cradled the lower part of his body between her arm and her side, and grabbed the hook with the other hand. Oh dear, her vision was starting to get blurry, but she knew what to do. With a quick turn of both the merman and the hook, she was able to pull it out, making the merman scream and dash off in reflex. She watched as he was swimming away, for a moment completely taken aback. She knew she should be concerned this was a dream or she was hallucinating, stress maybe? Maybe grief? But all she could watch was the strong and languid muscles powering through the water like he was made to do.

The fire in her lungs and the quickly blurring vision were all too real and snatched her from her splendor. Kicking up to the surface with fervor, she was realizing that she might have fucked up. She wasn’t sure if she could get back to the surface before the blackness overtook her.

The merman stops once he realizes that the pain was necessary, and that it was only caused for his own benefit. He looks to the girl struggling in the water. She truly put her life on the line to just save him, and she didn’t even want anything from him. She wasn’t trying to capture him for herself. His eyes watched her struggling for a moment before knowing he had to repay the favor.

He darted to her, as quickly as he could with his injury, and had his arms around her just as her form started to still. He carried her up to the boat and set her on her side. He watched, his whole body rigid, hoping to his gods that she’d start breathing again.

Suddenly, she was coughing and spitting up the sea water and breathed with a sigh of relief. He knew he should swim away, but he wasn’t sure what his chance of survival was with this wound, and well, this girl seemed nice.

The fit went on for no more than a minute before she caught her breath. She looked to the young man bobbing in the water. There was utter wonder and fascination as she looked, and she couldn’t help but reach out and caress his face. He started at the contact, but hesitantly leaned into it, seeing no danger in the touch.

“Oh wow,” she was breathless and she said it with so much wonder that it made his chest hurt. He doesn’t think anyone, his own kind or any other humans he had run across, looked at him like this. “You’re real.”

He nodded. He understood this human tongue, but he had to admit he was out of practice speaking it.

“My father used to tell me stories when I was a little girl about the beautiful merpeople you could find in the water if you were good of heart and kind,” she was running her thumb across the small dusting of the smooth scales across his cheekbone, fascinated with how flawlessly the skin and scales combined to just make him look impossibly beautiful. “I never for a second thought you’d be real.”

“We are,” he spoke softly, the language feeling a little stiff on his tongue, he thought the fact that her father was selling as truth was a little ridiculous, they didn't know good hearted people any better than people knew, but she startled.

“Holy fuck, you can speak English.”

He had to laugh at that, it was easy to see why sailors drowned just to hear them a little closer, a little better. Her eyes glowed misty at the sound before the jostling of the laugh irritated his wound and now he was just wincing, biting back the pain.

The mist in her eyes hardened to worry, and she was moving to climb into the water again, but he stopped her, already being a little leery of letting her do anything like that for him again.

“How bad is it?” He didn’t want to answer. “Do you trust me enough to hop up here so I can get a look at it.”

He stared at her for a moment before nodding softly, she had done nothing to prove that she would do anything to hurt him thus far, and with his iridescent, clawed, and webbed hands, he hoisted himself up effortless and draped his tail over the side of the boat, allowing her to get a good look at the wound, though he refused to meet her eyes. This was rather undignified for a merperson to be doing this.

She gently examined the area, seeing that the puncture wound was torn and not a clean cut. It was also fairly deep and a look of concern settled on her face. “I don’t,” He dared a cautious and nervous look up at her, and she seemed just as nervous. “I don’t think you should be out in the open water with this. This could cause so many problems for you.” She looked to him, and gently reached for his hand, holding it tenderly and without care of how inhuman it was.

“Tell me, what’s your name?” She asked.

He thought about, he wasn’t sure if her human tongue could actually begin to even pronounce his name in his native tongue, so he thought for a brief moment. “It’s Jim,” he said. He had heard that name being spoken by humans before. He was sure it would be fine.

“Okay, Jim. I’m Y/N,” she spoke gently, having a feeling what you were about to say wouldn’t please him. “Do you trust me?”

His only answer was an unsure head nod, looking more defensive than anything. He did, she hadn't done anything to speak to the contrary and she was right, this would be a problem in open water. He didn't have much choice either way.

“I think I need to take you home,” he started to slide off the boat, but her grip on his hand tightened, “There will be no tricks, I promise. I just want to make sure that you can heal properly. I study wildlife medicine." That was mostly true. More like did study. "My whole life work is to help different creatures and get them well enough to be on their way. I swear to you.”

He looked at her again, and he could see the honesty in her eyes. She truly just wanted to help him. Perhaps the story that her father told her wasn’t so preposterous, maybe he could see her good heart. He nodded. “I can’t be out of water for too long. I do have a human form, but,” he flipped his tail. “I would probably cause more damage to myself if I tried to change.”

It was odd to hear him speak that much in one go, and while the way he spoke was foreign, she understood him, she even liked it. She nodded. “Okay. I do have an option for transporting you on the boat, but you’re not going to like it.” Hating that she had to bring this up to him.

He quirked his head to the side, but gave her a shy smile, “How would you know if I li-”

“It’s wear we put the fish in after we catch them to bring them to shore.”

His lips set in a thin line. She was right. He didn’t like that.

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It was degrading, but she swore to tell no living soul that she would never mention that she had to put him in the boat’s fish tank. She was glad to see the bleeding had slowed down significantly, and it appeared that it was just oozing now.

Here was the trick though, she had to get him from the boat to the house. She hadn’t thought this far. He was starting to get anxious as soon as she docked the boat. This was the human’s world, and he was quite literally a fish out of water.

“What’s taking so long?” He asked from his position, not really being able to see what was going on.

“Just, uh, give me a moment! Wait right there!” She called as she jumped on the dock.

He had a remark for that, but she wouldn’t hear it, so he just mumbled “There’s really not much choice,” in his native tongue.

She went to the shed, looking for something to help her. Then her eyes fell on it. It would definitely get the job done, but she felt bad for putting this merman through the wringer with less and less than dignified positions. She grabbed the red wagon from her childhood and a tarp, and marched back to the boat.

“Okay, I know how to get you into the house.”

There was a long and pointed silence as he looked at those objects, "Fine.” He was clearly not happy, but he knew that you weren’t trying to do this to him. It was out of honest desire to help and make sure he didn’t die. It made his heart flutter at the thought though he was sure that most merpeople would be feeling utter disdain. 

It was a struggle to get him out of the tank, into the wagon, and then into the house, up the stairs, and into the bathtub, and then to fill the bath tub with seawater from the dock outside. By the time she was done. She was out of breath, sweaty and disheveled. Not even the cool Washington air could make a difference in that.

She was leaning against the wall, catching her breath.

“Are you okay?” Jim asked, with his head propped up on the side of the bathtub.

With a wave, she nodded. “Yeah, I’m just fine. I’ll go grab the stuff in a moment.”

He watched with concern still, and he he couldn’t help but feel like he was being an inconvenience to her.

“Y/N,” he spoke softly, and she looked up to him, “Thank you. For this. For everything.” A beat, "What stuff?"

She smiled as she felt her stomach do a flip. “No need to thank me yet, we got to make sure you survive this. Stuff to fix that,” she pointed at his wound. 

He smiled back, appreciating the humor, as she left to grab the medical supplies, but he paled a little at thought of having to do anything to that gash.

She came back with a box and a leather belt. He raised a brow at the object as she handed him it. “You’ll want to bit down. I have everything to heal you, but nothing to make it comfortable.” She had something else with her, “Besides this,” it was a whiskey bottle.

He nodded in understanding, but his skin lost its pallor further at the thought.

“One question,” he looked up to her, “Do your scales grow back?”

“Yes, why?” He didn’t like that question.

“I’m going to have to pull some so I can get a good and clean stitch going.”

Of course, he thought, as he grabbed the bottle from her and took a healthy drink, only to cough and gag on the bitter liquid.

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The thing she thought she had to be the most surprised with this merman was just how strong he was. He cracked the marble tub with his bare hands during the process, and his sharp teeth torn the leather to shreds, and she honestly didn’t want to admit what that did to her, scared was not the main emotion at play here. He was barely conscious at this point, but she still praised him for putting up with the scale pulling and stitching with only the whiskey to numb it.

He nodded and squeezed her hand with a small smile as sleep started to overtake him. She made a note to grab a pillow for him after she put all of the medical things away. God bless that she still had that from school.

She was in the kitchen, pouring her own glass of whiskey when she heard a cat yowling in pain outside. She opened the door to see a severely injured cat on the porch. The poor thing looked like it had been attacked by a dog, and her heart hurt for it. She picked it up and brought him inside. “It’s okay little guy. Apparently, it’s hospital night, and you came to the right place.”

She grabbed one of her jackets hanging up on the pegs next to the door and laid it out on the kitchen island and sat the cat down gently. “I’ll be right back,” she cooed as she went to grab the medical box she had just used on the merman upstairs, but when she reentered the kitchen, the cat was gone. “What th-” There was a sharp crack against your head, and the world went black for a short moment.

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She recovered, and based on the clock on the oven, it had only been a couple of minutes. She shook her head, trying to make sense of it, but then she heard something in the bathroom upstairs. Without putting much thought into it, she crept up the stairs, knowing the spots and stairs that creaked. She was able to hurry up them silently, but not before grabbing one of her mother's heavy silver candlesticks that adorned the hearth of her fireplace.

She peaked into the bathroom and her eyes widened at the sight of a man with gorgeous strawberry blonde hair falling in waves was leaned over Jim. He held his face and pulled in at an angle that his neck was bared to him. His mouth opened, and she saw the fangs and before she even thought about it. You leapt into the room and sent the candlestick bashing into the stranger’s head.

He fell to the ground in an unconscious pile, out cold and she fell to her knees. Jim shook himself out of a trance she didn’t even realize he was under. “What the fuck?” she asked, visibly shaken.

“He’s a vampire,” was the only answer Jim had for you as you studied the beautiful face of the stranger.

“I reiterate. What the fuck.”

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alright folks, so under the cut is 100 songs, you can pick a song or just send me a random number and a character and/or prompt and I’ll write something for it! feel free to request for any of cody fern’s characters, stranger things, you can even request drabbles for my series like bmr or the ones on my projects page! or you can request original work or just say new, and i’ll come up with something with no correlation to anything! you can request more things if you know i’m a fan of something, I just want things like scenes and drabbles to write! 

happy requesting! 

Night Bus by Gabrielle Aplin

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me by Lana Del Rey

Through Heaven’s Eyes - The Price of Egypt Soundtrack

Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day

Come on Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners

Gives You Hell by All American Rejects

Ashes by Celine Dion

We Can Build a Fire by Autoheart

Moscow by Autoheart

Act My Age by One Direction

The Things We Used to Share by Thomas Sanders

Comin’ In Hot by Hollywood Undead

Little Black Submarines by The Black Keys

All The Things She Said by Tatu

Mean Ass Drunk by Watsky

Misery Business by Paramore

Perfect Places by Lorde 

The Kids Aren’t Alright by Fallout Boy

Tenuousness by Andrew Bird 

Paris by Magic Man

Ignorance by Paramore

The Man by The Killers

Wicked Games by RAIGN

LA Devotee by Panic! At The Disco

American Money by BØRNS

Paper Cut, Chinese Burn by Passenger

Blame by Bastille

My Mistake by Gabrielle Aplin

Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots 

On Your Side by The Veronicas

That Don’t Impress Me Much by Shania Twain

Flaws by Bastille

We Didn’t Start the Fire by Billy Joel

When the Night is Over by Lord Huron

Sinnerman by Nina Simone

Wreak Havoc by Skylar Grey

Brother by Kodaline

Take Me Home, Country Roads by John Denver

Istanbul by They Might be Giants

Sad Sad Summer by Kelsey Karter

Never Say Die by Raleigh Ritchie

Drink Too Much by G Flip

Mykonos by Fleet Foxes

Expectations by Lauren Jauregui

Carousel by Amber Run

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly by Panic! At The Disco

Here’s To Now by Ugly Casanova

when the party’s over by Billie Eilish 

Another Place by Bastille

Helplessly Lost by Passenger 

Like Real People Do by Hozier 

Fat Bottom Girls by QUEEN

Daddy Lessons by Beyonce 

Campion by Bishop Briggs

Ditmas by Mumford and Sons

Into the Nothing by Breaking Benjamin

Barracuda by Heart

Seven Bridges Road by Eagles

Paint It, Black by Ciara

Truth Hurts by Lizzo

Jenny by WALK THE MOON

Pierre by Ryn Weaver

Kiwi by Harry Styles

Stole the Show by Sofia Karlberg

Dani Calafornia by Red Hot Chili Peppers

Become the Beast by Karliene

Applause by Lady Gaga

Black by Kari Kimmel 

Vampire Smile by Kyla La Grange

Who Are You, Really? by Mikky Ekko

99 Problems by Hugo

Heavy in Your Arms by Florence + The Machine

Devil’s Flesh & Bones by Eliza Rickman 

Lent by Autoheart

The Blood of Cu Chulainn by Mychael Danna & Jeff Danna

Say Amen (Saturday Night) by Panic! At The Disco

Sights by London Grammar

Rivers in the Dust by Radical Face

Always Gold by Radical Face

Mama’s Broken Heart by Miranda Lambert

The Bird and The Worm by The Used

Coldest Winter by Pentatonix

I Will Wait by Mumford and Sons

Lovers’ Eyes by Mumford and Sons

Below my Feet by Mumford and Sons 

Broken Crown by Mumford and Sons

Every Other Freckle by alt-J

Walking Far From Home by Iron & Wine

Woman King by Iron & Wine

Dying in LA by Panic! At The Disco

Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood

Africa by Toto

Gasoline by Halsey 

Dog Days Are Over

High Hopes by Panic! At The Disco 

Nothing is Safe by clipping. 

All Signs Point to Lauderdale by A Day To Remember 

Glitter & Gold by Barns Courtney 

Make Me Feel by Janelle Monáe

Step It Out Mary by The High Kings 

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alright so this is a remake of my old blog and i’m going to post my old things with editing and revision but also new things and I’d like to mix that up and tbh, I’m just gonna start with my masterlist and just work my way down, but I want to post new stuff too, so here’s a poll for what you want to see!! 

click for the poll