Summary:
Four was always the sensible one, especially among the younger heroes. He was always able to see more sides of an issue than the rest of them, and he was always able to tell when they needed to pull back from an idea so crazy it would have taken someone else intervening to see it was crazy and reckless.
Four knew loss, as well. Legend didn't know who precisely it had been for Four, only that he was mature and sensible enough to have processed his grief better than Legend ever could. It infuriated him sometimes, Four's solidity in the face of grief, but who was he to judge?
When Legend found himself grieving again alongside Four, he hadn't expected the watery, manic grin and the offer to try some dark magic to bring their lost ones back. Especially since he had caught Four in what Legend had instinctively called his purple mood, usually the most sensible one of them all. But if Four thought it was okay, who was Legend to say no?
Tags:
Body Horror
Necromancy
Grief/Mourning
Self-Harm (very brief and not in relation to suicidal thoughts)
Harm to Animals
Comes Back Wrong
Legend Needs a Hug
Four Needs a Hug
Betrayal
Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
Legend-centric
Four-centric
(the others are around but they aren't important)
(Marin and Shadow are both dead at the start)
Angst
Word count: 11,640
Finished: Yes
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A long while ago @miniscrew-anon and I had a "two cakes" back-and-forth about Four and Shadow in the Blood Lust/Count Darkula continuity. I feel like it was a prompt or something similar with the line, "I can't do this without you."
So have a lil drabble. I said it would be 300 words and it's more like 700, whoops. CWs for the aftermath of violence, blood, blood-drinking (vampires duh), and the insinuation of major character death, of a sort. I'll probably add this to Blood Lust but it may end up being part of a larger, more involved arc.
There was blood.
A lot of blood.
Wild was breathing quick and harsh as the adrenaline began to fade — some mortal traits were harder to kick than others — and his inhales became slower, more drawn-out as the scent rolled across the roof of his mouth and filled his lungs.
There was a flavor to it.
Black currant and pepper, baking spices and candied cherries, pomegranate and loam. His mouth watered as he rubbed his tongue against his palate, trying in vain to taste it, and he hungered. It had been far too long since his last meal.
Someone was crying.
Wild tripped over a lifeless limb and reached out to steady himself against the brick wall. His neck, his shoulders were singing in pain. But it would be short-lived once he began to feed. The alley was littered with bodies, already dead, already cooling, they wouldn’t make a satisfying meal. So he leaned toward the warmest scent, long ears twitching as he picked up on the wavering heartbeat, so very close to fading.
“Come on, come on, open your eyes you asshole…”
As he took a shuffling step forward, someone firmly grabbed his arm. Wild bared his teeth as he turned, slitted pupils flaring in his anger.
Hyrule put up a hand in a gesture of peace, but he didn’t balk. “Easy, Wild,” he murmured. The sound of his voice, calm and controlled, brought Wild back to his senses.
“Come ON!! GET UP!!!”
Wild flinched as a bulky shadow came up on them too quickly, but Dark only held out his arm to keep them behind him. Wild followed his hard stare down the alleyway.
“Wake up!!” Shadow’s voice cracked as he shook Four by the collar much more roughly than he ought to. Four was dead weight in his own clothes. His head lolled but he opened his eyes, and Shadow uttered an oath as he got on his knees and hauled Four’s torso into his lap. He kept his hands tucked into his long sweater sleeves and blood soaked into the material as he brushed the long, sticky hairs away from Four’s face.
“Here.” Shadow supported Four’s head with one arm, using his teeth to pull up his sleeve on the other. He grunted as he sank his teeth into his own skin and gave a quick pull. A stream of blood much darker than what pooled on the ground at his knees began running up his arm.
“Shads,” Dark warned. He made no move to approach.
“Here,” Shadow repeated softly, just for Four. He lifted his elbow awkwardly to tilt his arm so that the blood flowed down toward his palm. “Here here here…”
Four’s eyes slid lazily to the side as he followed the motion. When blood began spattering onto his cheek he grimaced, weakly lifting a hand to bat Shadow’s away.
“Don’t you dare!” Shadow insistently pushed his arm toward Four’s face, but Four pressed his lips together as he turned away. “I can’t do this without you, Rain!!”
Four shut his eyes tightly. His brow twisted in pain, not just from the hole in his gut that had him bleeding out across the asphalt.
“I can’t.” Shadow was openly crying now, lifting Four and pulling him closer, cradling his head against his chest as Shadow started to rock back and forth on his knees. “I can’t, I can’t, don’t do this to me, Rain, I’m not ready, it’s not— This is forever, right?? I can’t, I can’t do it, not without you. Please, please, please…”
Something that had long gone still in Wild’s chest seized at the broken sound of Shadow’s voice. Hyrule’s gaze fell before he let go of Wild’s arm and turned away, unable to watch. Dark cursed under his breath, but he remained still as stone.
Slowly, deliberately, Four leaned away from Shadow’s chest. He looked pointedly at Shadow’s wounded arm, then back to his face. Shadow’s exhale wavered as he looked Four in the eye, searching for some sort of confirmation.
Four’s breaths were quick and shallow as his lips parted and he mouthed something that only Shadow would know.
Shadow hastened to bring his shaking hand to Four’s face. “Okay… okay…”
Hyrule tilted his face to the sky and shut his eyes, his fists flexed at his sides. Wild could do nothing but stare, transfixed, as dark blood spilled across Four’s lips and into his mouth.
And Dark startled them both as he abruptly turned and stormed away toward the mouth of the alley. He made it about half way before he needed to lash out, kicking the side of a metal dumpster hard enough to leave a dent.
“Fuck!!!”
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Blood Lust - Chapter One
Working nights at Telma’s bar could be… interesting at times. Twilight met all sorts of characters after midnight at the quiet little bar off of South Road. His late-night customers were generally harmless people who were just looking for cheap beer in a quiet place. Typically, they kept to themselves.
But not always.
In which Twilight goes home with a silver-tongued bad boy and bites off more than he can chew.
The vampire!Twark, a.k.a. Count Darkula, fic has arrived! The majority of the story has yet to be edited, but I needed to post something in time for Halloween. This story is more crack and smut than drama, and I solemnly swear, no violence this time.
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