#so I’d just vampire suck them but then I’d get in trouble

[lenreli]

damnation keeps me alive [Dreamling week Day 5 - Midsummer]

[AO3] | [Dreamling Week '24 Masterpost]

Title from SHIV-R's Promises of Armageddon! What can I say. SHIV-R fucks.

M, 3.1k. It's a midsummer's night when Hob becomes a vampire, and eventually, meets a merman in trouble.

CW for mild violence and kidnapping.

-

It’s a balmy midsummer night, when Hob gets turned into a vampire. It wasn’t what he was expecting when he followed the beautiful woman who was looking at him as she passed by, and Hob’s pretty sure he can’t even say he was under her thrall ― just that she seemed interested.

Or perhaps, he’d reflect later, she saw an easy prey as she sucked him dry and left him for dead in an alley, with Hob getting a bite in for himself once he realised this wasn’t going to turn into him getting under her skirts. 

-

Hob wakes up in a coffin, still tasting the acid of her blood in his mouth, and Hob almost considers ringing the bell, the rope tempting ― but in the end, doesn’t, wanting to get out, the wood of the coffin door tearing easily under his hands, a hunger making itself known as he crawls out of grave dirt. 

Shaking, he looks around, only the quiet of the animals in the surrounding forest he can hear, the moon bright and full as he stumbles out of the graveyard. 

-

All in all, he doesn’t mind being a creature of the night. At most, he misses seeing the sun ― but getting to live through changes, the way Kings and Queens rise and fall, the Industrial Revolution, and he always wants to see what’s next.

Hob never was one for checking years, always a bittersweet reminder of his family, long-lost to plague before he even became this, the years counting down to his death, but now he always looks out for the calendars, the burgeoning New Years celebrations as they pass by. 

It’s the year of our Lord 1910, and he’s at yet another midsummer's party, this time a ball when he spots ― him. Pale and black clad, wavy hair down to his shoulders and Hob’s mesmerised. Everyone else ceases to matter as he stares at the other man, and he only looks away once deep blue eyes glance at him. 

He’d like to say he went up and smoothly seduced the man into his bed that day, but the next time he tried to find him ― the party had good food, and he lucked out with food not tasting like gravedirt when he ate, unlike some other vampire’s he’s met  ― and the man was gone. 

-

Six years later, and Hob has put down spikes to target a particularly rich set of cars, three in a row, black and glossy, when he opens the back door to the middle car and meets wide blue eyes, the wavy black hair familiar. Definitely not what he expected when going after some rich schmuck for kicks. 

The fact that the man has his wrists tied and mouth gagged with black cloth makes him, well, double-take. The man’s tail, long and black, fins curling onto the back of the seats, the least concerning thing about all of this. “I,” he pauses and the man’s brows furrow, gesturing to black fabric around his mouth, which he swiftly takes off, as well as the one’s around the other’s wrists. “You just―I think I have them to deal with now,” he points behind himself, smiling. 

He’s not a good man by any means, but he tries, and at times it’s easy when violence is involved, the screams of the men holding the merman captive beautiful as he rips their throats out. 

Cleaning the blood off his face, he goes back to the middle car, glad they’re on a deserted country road as he sees the man scowling down at his tail. “We could go,” he offers and the man sends him a wary look. “Ah, I’m Robert Gadling ― though, Hob is fine.” 

“I’d rather walk myself,” the man says, voice so deep that Hob swallows. “What exactly are you?” 

“A vampire, at your service,” he says with a bow, flourishing a little as he sits on the edge of the seat, handing over his brown longcoat, noticing the shimmer of water reflecting off pale skin. Instead of wearing it, the man uses it to dry himself off, and Hob blinks as the man glows ― then it fades, revealing black clothes and legs, which the man stretches. 

“The rescue is appreciated, but I would rather―” whatever else the man says is cut-off as another two cars come and they share a look, the man scowling. 

“Well, do you have a weapon or some powers you can use, Mr Merman?” He hisses, hearing footsteps and heartbeats―and the merman’s scowl evolves into a death glare. “You didn’t give me your name! What else am I meant to call you!” Hob whispers furiously looking at the surrounding forest. 

“Dream,” the voice is quiet as the man ― Dream, apparently, scowls. “And I doubt my arsenal would be as useful as vampire fangs,” he concedes, not looking happy about that fact. Sighing, Hob pulls out a switchblade and hands it over, Dream blinking at him. 

“Okay, we’re going to take out these assholes, and then we’re going into the forest and come up with a better plan once we’re off this road,” he whispers, watching Dream nod before he goes after the first amount of people.

-

Hob groans, staring at the man as he dies, Dream scowling down at him, blade red and dripping. “Who the fuck would want you so much?” He says, frustrated because even in the forest, they’re still coming. “And does this asshole have a whole army?! The fuck!?” 

“Burgess,” Dream says simply ― and Hob tilts his head, the name sounding familiar but not that known to him. “We were at his party years ago,” Dream points out and Hob smiles. 

“You remembered me?” He chirps and looks up, closing his eyes as he listens, hearing more people walking in from the edge of his hearing. Grabbing onto Dream’s arm, he frowns at where he can hear them converging. “This way,” he whispers, listening for other signs of life other than the birds and insects, and soon, he’s sure― 

The faint sounds of electricity, a light by the sound of it and they walk closer, reaching the edge of a river. “If I walk in that,” Dream warns, blue eyes shining under the moonlight. 

“Tail?” He asks, already knowing the answer as Dream scowls. Looking around, he lets go to bring up some of the bigger rocks on the riverline, speeding his way through making a tiny rock bridge, and he smiles at the other side as Dream hmph’s and regally walks along it. “There’s a place nearby. Maybe we can get a car or something.” 

-

3 Months Later

“Disgusting,” Dream says, and Hob can tell by the tone that his nose is scrunched behind his feathered black mask as they stare at the Burgess mansion, gold-plated doors and decorations, people in masks enjoying themselves, despite the heavy rain. And not at all like the owners attempted to kidnap a merman months earlier. 

“Very,” he looks around, focusing for a clear room. Scratching behind his dark green mask, he grabs onto the other’s hand as they slip into an empty room. Dream takes out the switchblade Hob gave him, checking it as Hob checks his own daggers and magnum gun, which he bought from a sketchy American years prior. Dream gives the gun a disdainful look, not a fan of it when Hob tried to teach him how to use it. “What? Of course you’re going to get the killing blow, but it’ll be useful in other ways.” 

“If you say so,” Dream sniffs, and Hob’s still surprised when Dream kisses him, the thing very new between them. “Do you need to feed?” Dream’s eyes shine in the moonlight and lamplight, and Hob resists a roll of his eyes as they pull their masks up. 

“Really? Now?” He whispers, laughter and merriment outside of the room they’re in, with Burgess being his horrible self right outside. 

“It’ll help me,” Dream purrs, lashes black as blue eyes stare through them. 

“It’ll help you,” he says, doubting. Although, considering their first ever kiss was after the first time he fed from Dream, the bliss emanating from him afterwards. Sighing, he gives up his half-hearted feelings and nips down Dream’s neck, feeling the other’s heart rate pick up. Dream hums, arms going around his shoulders as he bares his neck.

Dream sighs into his hair as he bites down, the merman’s blood saltier than a human’s as he drinks his fill. Dream holds onto him tighter, and he can feel the way Dream ruts into him, cock hard as Hob continues to drink, the smell of the other’s arousal, as well as the rutting making his own pleasure rise. 

There’s a cry as Dream comes, and he moans into the other’s neck as a hand goes into his pants, gripping his dick roughly, quickly bringing him off. Taking out his fangs, he licks up the bite, healing it under his tongue and Dream shudders. 

“Thought you’d want to kill him first thing,” he says into a pale neck, nibbling up to his jaw as Dream continues to gasp. 

“Regardless, the result will be the same,” Dream purrs and Hob grins, soft cock twitching in the other’s hand. 

-

Cleaned up and masks put back on, they leave the room and blend in with the crowd as they go where apparently the esteemed Roderick Burgess will be having a secret ritual to ― do something, which Hob’s honestly forgotten. 

Walking past the rooms of people partying, the second floor is off-limits, so clearly where they should go. There’s a host of people in the hallway, dressed in black cloaks and masks and Hob freezes, quietly getting out his blade― 

―A sound pierces the hallway, making him flinch. His eyes widen as Dream is ― singing, or something, voice loud and resonant like a bell, and the people in the hall collapse, unconscious. “And you couldn’t do that before?” He asks incredulously. 

Dream’s lips purse, “I put too much energy into finding other ways to escape other than this, and by the time you arrived at the car, I couldn’t have,” the merman replies primly. “Let’s go.” 

-

“Okay, but why couldn’t you?” He whispers as they get closer to where Burgess is, the rooms feeling colder and thicker ― and an easily recognisable smell: blood. Cleaned off from the walls and floors, but can still smell traces, as stained into the house as it is. 

Dream sighs, “if I did that it would’ve sent you to sleep too, if I could manage to do more than one person, as exhausted as I was,” he mutters and Hob nods, satisfied with the answer. 

“They’re in there,” Hob says, pointing to the end of the hall, the door a plain wood. 

“You’re sure?”

“They’re whisper-chanting, so yeah, pretty sure,” Hob replies, hearing the faint sounds of chanting and the slide of metal-on-metal. Quietly approaching the door, Dream motions for him to open it, and then Dream does that singing tone, quiet and blending in with the chanting, Burgess recognisable with all the gold embroidered on his cloak, and being the only one unaffected. 

“What on Earth…” Burgess mutters as everyone else collapses, looking around to see him at the door, Dream behind him. “Who do you think you are, interrupting this sacred rite?!” Burgess shouts and Hob’s brows raise at the imperious tone. 

“No-one special, really,” he says, amused as he takes out his gun and shoots the goblet out Burgess’s hand. Giving a see? look to Dream, he leans against the door to reveal the merman and Burgess stops his annoying whining about his hand at the sight of him. “Him, however.” 

Burgess looks between them and grits his teeth, “you, you’re the one who took my―” 

Dream gets even more angry, and Hob bites his tongue to keep silent, “I am not yours. I am not anyone’s,” Dream’s voice is as deep as the sea, foreboding and endless. “Years you kept me,” Dream spits and Hob blinks, unaware of that as the rain seems to get even heavier, beating against the windows, “but I will not be so nice,” Dream intones. 

The room’s windows crash open and Hob jumps as the rain water floods in, surrounding Burgess as he screams, water-y claws holding him in their grasp as Burgess is pulled out of the room. Gaping, Hob looks around as the room clears of water, and he looks outside the windows to only see the rainy night. 

“Holy shit.”

-

Hob stares at the calm water warily, wondering how Dream can even do that ― well, he’s a merman, but considering what he’s heard about the Bolton Strid. He’s not going to set foot in there, unlike Dream, who’s just holding onto one of the rocks, floating in the narrow stretch of water, an eyebrow raised. “You’re not going to drag me in there too, are you?” 

Dream blinks and smirks, “only if you want to be.” 

“I’ll pass, thank you. I’d rather not be a drowned vampire,” he declines politely, warily looking at the rocks as he clutches for his undead life, Dream amused as he watches him come closer, eventually managing to clutch at Dream’s wrist, pulling it in to kiss his hand. “Well, it was a pleasure.” 

There’s a tilt to Dream’s head, wavy hair touching the water, “Hob, I am coming back. I just want to watch him squirm a bit,” Dream says slowly. 

Hob gapes, thoughts of mourning the good times he’s had with Dream as a lovely fling vanishing from his mind. “Ah. Um. I just thought that―but we stayed at my other place and I plan to move back to my place in London now that there’s no imminent danger,” he frowns, pleased at the news as he works out what to do. 

“Then leave a note at where we stayed, and I’ll find you,” Dream gives him a tiny smile and Hob nods, smiling brightly in return. Dream pulls himself up onto the rock, gently tugging him into a kiss and Hob hums as Dream’s wet hands pet his beard. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” 

“While I don’t doubt your probably-not-a-regular-merman magic to keep me safe, I still stand by my answer.” 

Dream’s eyes gleam silver in the moonlight, happy. “I am not just a regular merman, indeed,” and then, like the dramatic bastard he is, sinks into the river, fingers lingering on Hob’s face before also leaving. 

Hob laughs, and slowly makes his way over to solid ground. 

-

A month later, and Hob pauses at the door of his house, which he definitely didn’t leave open when he left. Taking out a switchblade from his boots, he quietly opens the door, closing it just as quietly as he walks through the hallway, and there’s the sound of ― water, in his bathroom, which gives him pause, a leisurely splash. 

Already? He thinks as he goes to his bathroom, blade loose in his hand. In his tub, free-standing and blue, sits Dream, long black tail flopping out of the tub and touching the floor’s tile. “Dream,” he breathes, hardly believing his sight as the merman hums, tail flickering slowly through the air as Hob kneels next to it, leaning on the edge as Dream raises an eyebrow. 

“You may require a bigger tub,” Dream says and Hob grins as he puts the blade into his boot. 

“Whatever you need,” he promises, delighted to see Dream in his home, as leans up to kiss Dream, hands on the other’s jaw, Dream relaxing under his hands, tail swishing through the water as Dream meets him. 

“What I need right now requires that talented mouth of yours,” Dream whispers and Hob laughs, scooping Dream up from the tub, making the merman sputter, arms winding around his shoulders, “Hob!” 

Uncaring of his now wet coat, vest and shirt, he laughs as he takes Dream to his bedroom, plopping the merman down onto the bed so they can some more, Hob’s hands going into wet black hair. Kneeling over Dream, he can feel the other’s tail move side-to-side underneath him as they kiss. 

Dream tugs off his wet clothes, leaving him only in his pants and boots as Hob starts to nip down a pale neck, “my talented mouth? You mean my fangs?” He asks, glancing up to Dream’s face, flushed and gasping as his fangs scrape up to the other’s jaw. 

Dream whines, arching into his mouth, hands going straight for his chest. “Hob,” Dream pleads, tail writhing and thrashing against the floor as his fangs trail down to a sharp collarbone, chest heaving underneath his touch. 

Humming, he holds onto Dream’s waist, black scales shiny and wet as he kisses down a pale chest, biting at pink nipples, Dream’s sounds getting louder, the sheer muscle of the tail pressing up into his groin. “I’ve missed you,” he says into the other’s stomach, licking down to where skin fades into black scales, “so much.” Shifting down, he caresses the scales, looking up to Dream’s eyes, “what do you think, here? Never done it here.” 

They’ve never actually done a lot of this, of Dream with his tail, which seems like a major oversight as Dream writhes, tail slapping against the ground―though, Hob soon gets distracted, seeing a slit open, fluid leaking onto the black scales and Hob leans in, nosing at the slit as Dream’s tail thrashes even more, fingers tugging at his hair as Dream cries out, voice echoing and resonating with itself. 

Fascinated, he licks on the outer edge of the slit, scales ― well, scaly, the slit itself is more warm than the outside as Dream does another scream that resonates as his tongue goes closer to the slit, liquid thick and inexplicably tasting of candy and his prick leaks in his his pants. 

Dream shudders, tail slapping against the hardwood floor loudly as his tongue probes deeper, the merman speaking in some language that’s wholly unfamiliar as he licks and sucks at the other’s slit. 

“Just as delicious as the rest of you,” he whispers as Dream moans, fingers painfully digging into his hair as he continues his exploration― 

Then, Dream seems to have dried off and Hob leans back, bounced off as the tail is being replaced by legs, revealing the merman’s hard cock, leaking profusely as Dream catches his breath. Looking up, he catches glassy blue eyes as he shows his fangs, hearing Dream’s heart rate double―and biting into Dream’s inner thigh, salty blood filling his mouth, still tasting the thick fluid from Dream’s slit. 

Dream screams as he comes, which Hob doesn’t pay any mind to as it coats his face and hair as he continues to drink his fill.

[Fin]

[transboysokka]

Glad That’s Over

(Chris Suffers Through Twilight Breaking Dawn Part 2 for the First and Last Time)

ok last one thank god lol

this budget looks BIG

UH OH the credits say the Vampiric Council is back yikessss

Lee Pace??? Rami Malek??? DAYUM

I actually know like zero plot points we’re gonna see in here so my mind is wide open

Wtf I didn’t know Forks had Yosemite….

she just TACKLED a MOUNTAIN LION JESUS

oh okay wow so she’s just automatically good at everything I see

Okay yes I’m DEF gonna bd having problems w this baby, like the massive budget of this film and they can’t even cgi a normal looking kid or get a real baby for this stage

Jacob is such a mom

YEAH BELLA GET MAD THIS IS CREEPY

Lmao Edward w heart eyes like “she’s amazing right look at my wife”

YOU NAMED MY DAUGHTER AFTER THE LOCH NESS MONSTER???? HOLY SHIT LINE OF ALL TIME

Why is Rosalie so obsessed w this baby though

She oughta check in with her parents soon eh

So interested in what their vampire sex is like but also I feel like that’s not my business at all and have no desire to see it

Oh damn lol the fangirlies def went feral over this one in theatres

Lmfao Jacob just stripping in front of Charlie like same tbh but this is hilarious

I do appreciate Jacob letting the cat out of the bag though

This was a dumb conversation just tell him

Bella he’s gonna wonder in a few years why you haven’t aged at all

This goddamn baby he’s obviously gonna figure out where SHE came from

Or maybe not lol

Yeah if I was Charlie I’d be pissed after all that

What did they do wrong why are they in trouble

Immortal Child omg what is that ohhhhhh

Lol Jacob speaking logic like “just tell the volturi they got the wrong idea” and everyone’s like “nah anyway how are we gonna fight”

Alice and jasper peacing out okay???

ohhhh convenient the kid can show people her memories eh

Ok so we got rami here as a waterbender

Oh shit he’s the AVATAR

So yeah I don’t actually know what’s happening

Okay Lee pace. Still confused.

I’m just so bored by all of this the whole series should have ended after the first cutesie half hour of this movie

Anyway all this attempt at like woke international vampires is like near-Harry potter levels of lazy racism…

Alice only told Bella her message bc they love each other actually,

so WHY are they abandoning their daughter??

Are we… gonna get an explanation of how renesmee even exists?

Anyway so if Bella’s a shield that STILL doesn’t explain how she was one before she was a vampire??

Now Alice is back bc sure I guess

Like this ENTIRE last hour of the movie is just unnecessary

Oh fuck and now Carlisle’s dead like come the fuck on

Another one bites the dust

Why are they even fighting? I fucking forgot bc the stakes are really SO low

Idk who any of the dying wolves are sorry am I supposed to be able to tell them apart??

I am not emotionally invested in the outcome of this fight At All

Just fighting to break each others necks k

WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS ALL NOT EVEN REAL. BIGGEST WASTE OF MY TIME EVER

oh jeez are they sending renesmee to live in the Amazon or

Oh slay

This weird little walk down memory lane amv? Also unnecessary but I mean yeah I guess the fans would be into it

Cool that she can like…. Unshield?? Obvs we won’t get a real explanation for that either lol

Amazing that I’ve seen this couple for 5 whole movies and still don’t care about their relationship at all

A thousand years IS an appropriate song to end on though I’ll give it that

Okay yeah I mean I’m glad to know what happens but this whole movie kind of sucked it didn’t need to exist tbh

Glad it’s over

Overall? Interesting franchise. It was whatever but it did kind of hold my interest enough. Will I ever understand why it was such a huge fandom phenomenon? No lol let’s get teen girls crazy about HEALTHY relationship dynamics next time

[countrymusiclover]

100 - Not Little Girls Anymore

Part 101

Gemini Runaway

@icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

Stomping around in the woods I clutched my hands into fists at my sides feeling anger boiling in my body. The wind blew my hair in my face before I just lost it. Throwing my hands out in front of me breaking the bark off trees into tiny pieces that were almost too small to see. “Universa ruina I tenebras ra damis infinitum..dissulta.”

Raising my hands up again the trees smashed again and the wind began picking up. Gripping my hair tightly in my fingers I heard someone coming up to me where I spun on my feet showing my fangs at whoever it was. “Get the hell out of here unless you’re looking for a fight!”

“Raelyn, Woah hey don’t bite my head off. It’s just me.” The figure stepped out from behind one of the trees that I had destroyed where I saw Cami with her hands raised in the air.

The veins underneath my eyes slowly went away when I slumped my shoulders calming down at the sight of her. “Cami, what are you doing out here?” She had moved back here about two years ago so she could work at one of the bars here like she did when she was human.

“Freya called me and told me that you’re brother, Hayley and Andrea are missing. If you want me to help track them I can. But I am also here and I can provide some booze and an ear for listening.” She claps her hands together with a weak smile.

Blinking through some tears I pushed my hands inside the pocket of my jacket. “I’d say booze after I get to rip whoever took my brother from me!…..but right now I…I need a hug. Jacob and I have never been apart like this since he came back from the dead.”

“Come here, Rae.” Cami opens her arms for me where I collapsed against her, beginning to sob in terror that someone might hurt them. “Hey ever since I have met you and your brother even when he was just a siphon witch there is nothing that stopped him from fighting back.”

Holding tightly onto her shirt in my fingers I croaked through some more tears. “I just don’t want to lose him, Cami. He’s…he’s still my brother…my twin brother.”

“You don’t have to explain it to me ever. I would give anything to have my own twin brother back in my life. All you should know is that I am here for you always.” She broke the hug holding my forearms seeing that some tears were falling down my face.

Sucking in a breath I felt my phone go off when I read a text from Freya that said people were gathering at the compound asking about Henry the newly turned hybrid. “Thanks Cami…oh Freya says there’s trouble at the compound. Someone wants Henry out of town.” She grasped my hand in mine and we vamped into the main entrance of the compound where I saw Vincent where I immediately got angry again.

“Raelyn Mikaelson, I thought we had an understanding about you and your children staying in this city. And now I have to deal with one of them making a hybrid. I’ll throw you out of-“

Raising my hand I shut him up with a silent spell stomping up to the witch who thought he could do anything to me. “Silencio, at first I thought you were helping us but you’re not. The truth is now that I look at you, you really just wanted them gone. You wanted my family torn apart!”

“Of course I did. This city was in danger and now it isn’t because I put the Hollow into the Mikaelson’s. You asked for my help to save your daughters and your niece so that is what I have done.” He somehow undid the spell I had used throwing me against the wall where I growled about to charge at him.

Cami vamped in between Vincent and I before I could hurt him. “Wait, wait, wait. Just stop for a second here. Okay Raelyn just wants her family back together. Can’t we find a way to bring them back and not destroy the city?”

“Cami, you can’t be serious now. When you were human Klaus compelled you without a thought, you nearly died multiple times. And then you became a vampire after Klaus’s ex forced Raelyn to turn you. So I don’t understand what makes you still be friends with this family. They only care about the ones who they share blood with!” Vincent raised his hands up in the air rolling his eyes at the former human.

Pushing around Cami I grabbed his shoulders about to throw him until I saw Jackson and a wolf from Hayley’s pack coming into the compound. “Now isn’t a good time Jackson!”

“I’m not here for my mother’s request. The wolves have been saying they want the Mikaelson’s back in this city. Lisina, tell her.” Jackson put a hand on the black woman.

She stepped forward giving me a half smile. “Hayley convinced us all that you were a good person before you gave us your blood to become hybrids. And we have been told about this wedding between your daughter and Jackson. So we will fight to make that happen. Because you made our suffering stop every full moon.”

“Thank you, Lisina. I appreciate the support.” Taking her hands in mine I smiled back until I saw some rain outside turning red like blood which couldn’t be good. “Uh, there’s something I have to take care of first. So you all should go home before the storm comes in.”

“You told him to come back, didn't you? Oh there’s gonna be trouble people.” Vincent began running out of the compound in a panic.

Vamping upstairs into the alcohol parlor I covered my mouth with my hands instantly crying happy tears by who was standing in front of me. “Oh my gosh, Nik!” He smiled in my direction with his hands in the pockets of his jacket leaning against the wall.

“Hello Raelyn.” He smirked through some tears of his own before he vamped forward and I did the same until we met in the middle. Jumping up I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

He wrapped his arms around my back where his blue eyes focused on mine and didn’t break away ever. “Please tell me I’m not dreaming right now. That you really are here after all this time.” I shuttered almost not believing that I could physically feel him underneath my fingers.

“You’re not dreaming, Rae. I’m here….I’m right here and I am not going anywhere until we reunite our family.” He rested his forehead against mine where our breathing picked up. I gripped his jacket in my nails leaning forward finally kissing him after five years.

My heart races even though it no longer has to beat to keep me alive. My hands go around his neck as he pulls my face closer to his, his lips inches from mine. "I tried to forget the desires but I can't Nik. I can’t live my immortal life without you. You are my life, Klaus always and forever." I brush my hand through his hair before he vamped my back against the wall trapping me there.

I part my lips nodding my head slowly before his lips gently leave kisses on my neck. I gripped his hair in my hands moaning when he hit my sweet spot. And he moved his hands upward cupping my face in his hands kissing me deeply. “You are my life too, Raelyn. I have spent a thousand years on this earth but these five years without you has been the worst torture of my existence.”

“Vincent ruined us…he ruined our family that we had. And I….I want to make him pay. I -“ I cut myself short sniffling through tears until I moved my hands over his shoulders removing his jacket and tossing it across the room.

My arms moved to the hair on the back of his neck shuttering out a shaky breath feeling so much desire built up inside me wanting to come out. Nik moved his hands and started to remove my jacket, crashing his lips to mine like kissing me was what kept him alive. Once my jacket is gone he starts kissing me harder again, my hands gripping his locks seconds before we heard footsteps coming up the stairs causing us to separate partly from one another.

“Dad!” Missy hollered with Hope and Alina coming in seconds after in utter shock.

Klaus slowly moved away from me stomping up to our daughters. “Do you have any idea what you've done?”

“What are you talking about?” I raised a brow at him, shifting my gaze to our girls seeing that the anti magic bracelet I had put on them had been removed somehow even though I was confident that they couldn’t remove them. “What did you all do to get the bracelets off?”

Alina stepped forward clutching her hands into fists at her sides. “We found someone who could touch the bracelet and snap them. Jackson did it without a second thought because he actually cares about me mom.”

“I’m going to kill Jackson!” Klaus threatened under his breath until I sent him a glare knowing that he wanted to but then Mary would want war against our family.

Hope finally spoke up sitting down on the couch hitting her hands on her knees. “We knew it would take something big to bring you home.”

“So you had your little hybrid friend attack your cousin and her parents?” He scolded his first born daughter.

Hope rolled her eyes thinking that their plan was perfectly fine. “Henry just did the heavy lifting. And "attack" is a really strong word. They’re fine. In a really nice coffin, sleeping. Mom cloaked her in a sleeping spell for five years until I wrote a better one myself.”

Her father threw his head back grumbling. “Oh, well, in that case, I've never been prouder. Where are they!”

“You're just gonna go disappear again if we tell you ... .and then mom will cut our communication with you all together like she did for almost two years until we did something about it.” Alina snarled, crossing her arms over her chest glaring at me.

Nik ran a hand over his face seeing some flowers by the window that had bloomed were now dead. “Alina, you are in danger when we're in proximity. I know you feel that. The dark magic inside us manifests itself in ugly ways. We could be putting others in danger, too. The whole city.”

“I don't care! You’re our father and we deserve to have you in our lives no matter what it takes.” Alina stomps up to him glaring up at him with her head tilting upright slightly.

He flashed his werewolf eyes at his second daughter. “This is not a debate, Alina!”

“Dad, we missed you. And while you have been gone all mom has done is keep secrets from us. Alina is supposed to marry Jackson and leave….she wants to split us up!” Missy starts crying, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

Shaking my head at them I spun on my feet gripping my locks in my fingers. “I had a hard enough time grounding you all before. And if your were anyone else who kidnapped my brother I would tear you in half. But I can’t do that because you're my kids ... .our children and yet I need to spill blood!” The vampire veins and fangs appeared when I whipped my head around towards our daughters.

“You are making it harder for me to not trap you in our room for the next few days and make love to you over and over again.” Klaus smirked at me with a small crooked smile, slumping his shoulders and running a hand through his hair. “The little girls I knew would never have dreamed up a scheme like this.”

Hope got to her feet, throwing her hands upwards. “Well, sorry to disappoint you. But that little girl hadn't read your memoirs. You compelled Cami O'Connell to write your story. About a guy who used to put his family members in coffins and use them as leverage.”

“So you've studied my old tricks. Did you learn this one?” He bent his head down slightly smirking before he was standing in front of Hope and he grabbed her head seeing the three coffins inside the attic of the old church. “She's at St. Anne's.”

Hope shoved him away from her sniffing through angry tears. “Get out of my head!”

“You could die. Just by standing here, I could be destroying you. I'll ask your mother to take it easy on you. Okay? Good-bye, girls.” Klaus threw his hands out in front of him. He glanced from me and back to his daughters with some tears.

“We know some tricks too, daddy.” Missy raised her hand shutting the door in his face before he could vamp away. Grabbing my husband's hand I dragged him out of the room and into ours, locking the door behind us knowing we needed to talk things through. Because a Mikaelson reunion was never easy.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Carlos walks in on ryker crying 🫢

-🌿 p.s. it’s been a while but I’m alive

Content: [Implied] whumpee-turned-caretaker, [mentioned] abuse, vampire whumpee, human caretaker, [mentioned] past minor whump, conditioned whumpee, touch starved whumpee.

Decided to kill two birds with one stone. @let-the-whump-commence this is for you as well:)

~ Comforting hugs ~ (from this ask game <3)

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“Sir?”

Carlos had a slight tilt to his head as he watched Ryker jump at the sound of his voice. The human turned around and sucked in a deep breath at the sight of him; eyes glistening against the dim kitchen light that shone above them. It was not hard to figure out what was happening, and it just about broke his heart.

“Are you…” Wrong thing to ask. Wrong thing to ask. “Why are you crying? Are you hurt?”

The human shook his head and reached up to wipe at the remaining tears staining his face. It was clear from the red and blotchiness on his face that he’d been crying for a while.

“Not hurt. Why are you up, man? Did I wake you?”

Carlos pulled the blanket around his shoulders tighter. “No, sir. I felt lonely,” he admitted, taking a few steps forward so he wasn’t simply standing in the doorway. “I came to find Luca or Murphy, but I found you instead! Would you like to, uhm… talk? Talk about what has upset you?”

“Maybe.”

“…Would you prefer a hug?”

That got the corners of Ryker’s lips to twitch upwards. He looked down at his feet for a short moment, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back against the kitchen counter and thought about the offer, before Carlos saw his head dip in a small nod.

So, after considering his options on how to approach him, the vampire tentatively made his way towards him and held out his arms in what he hoped was an inviting way.

He just about melted when Ryker gently pulled him in close and pressed his face into his shoulder. Even after being here for several weeks, it was still such a foreign feeling – being held in a way that didn’t hurt. He craved it far more than he cared to admit.  

Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. All that could be heard was Ryker’s muffled sniffles as his tears began to dry up and the sound of Adam’s quiet snoring coming from the other room.

That got a part of Carlos pondering on why he hadn’t woken Adam up for help. Was he scared of getting into trouble as well, like him? Did Adam get angry when he was woken up before he was ready? A lot of his previous owners felt the same way. He distinctly remembered getting beatings for accidentally waking them up before they were ready, though he guessed it was normal, perhaps for humans at least.

He hadn’t met enough vampires to know if they were the same.  

Ryker’s breath felt oddly warm on his exposed skin when he finally spoke up again. “Sometimes I forget that I’m not there anymore. With my parents, I mean. Does that ever happen to you?”

“Yeah.” Carlos nodded. “All the time. Sometimes I wanna go lie in the pet bed in the lounge room because it feels safer, or I’ll really wanna crawl instead of walk. It’s still very natural to me.” Then he paused to think about the question a little deeper. “Is that… what happened? Is that why you’re crying? You feel like you’re still there?”

The human sighed, and Carlos could feel him reaching up behind him to wipe at his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt again. “A little, yeah. I think I’m feeling better, but I just- I had a moment of complete panic, you know? Doesn’t happen as much anymore but It’s still there. I don’t think it’s ever gonna go away completely.”

“Perhaps it will become easier to cope with now that you have friends to help you?” Carlos attempted to suggest. His words were laced with uncertainty, and yet he felt Ryker smile against his shoulder. “I know you did not have many friends when you lived with Ma…Maria and, uhm- and David.”

Carlos briefly wondered if that was ever gonna get easier to say.  

“I didn’t. In fact, right up until I met Adam, I’d even go so far as to say that you were all I had.”

“…Was I good company, at least?”

Pulling back a bit, Ryker snorted and cupped the vampire’s bony face in his hands; gently forcing his eyes up to him. “You were wonderful company. My best friend. Still are, did you know?”

“Me? Your best friend?”

“Yeah! You and Adam,” the human grinned. That just about made Carlos’ heart swell with excitement. If Ryker was saying it, it had to be true, which meant… he really meant something to someone?

“Well…” Carlos cleared his throat. He wasn’t used of showing affection, physical or verbal. “You- you are my friend, too.”

Then he smiled. “My best friend, I mean. Like I am to you.”

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[yami-the-outcast]

Dumpster Baby do a frighten

Sooooo I gave myself a lovely persona in the form of an opossum-based borrower awhile back. I think? I don’t get enough people asking things about the stuff I write to keep track of all of it. Figured I’d give ya’ll who care an actual idea of what she’s like and how she is with a simple blurb going over how she is and what she does.  Playing dead is a pretty good defense mechanism for a smol, though it’s less great when you lose all senses outside of touch and can’t identify the hands holding you... 

Being sucked into the tight confines of a throat was already frightening enough for a borrower, but for Yami in this instant it was far worse… Of all the tricks her body could give her to get out of a tricky situation, it had to be this eh? Playing dead? Going so limp and lifeless that no predator in their right might would aim to eat her unless they were starving? Great… absolutely.. Great… She wasn’t supposed to get herself into trouble, her job was to stick by the big guys and give them proper assistance, help boost their power while draining the poor fool who was due to get their shit wrecked…

Kinda boring, but much less so than her life before becoming one of the many borrowers the SPW kept track of. At least she had friends, people who liked her, and for once she could actually see after an exam confirmed she wasn't just squinting and was blessed with shitty vision… Wait, wait, right, back to the whole “getting eaten” thing. The possum-like borrower had been finding this mission pretty interesting so far, she didn’t get to see a lot of the world and what better way to see it than being tucked into the jacket of a giant-ass predator? No better way, even if Jotaro seemed to have a stick up his butt about being paired with her over his favorite borrower. Not like it was Yami’s fault that LB had been stuck with the vampire dude on some other mission, so no need to get snippy with her about it!

“Could you stop squirming?” the man grumbled as the borrower rearranged herself yet again, her tail rubbing against his chest uncomfortably, “before I decide to make you sit inside.” Yami pouted, “yeah, like you could do anything too physically demanding after downing me,” she gave a little smirk before quickly gripping onto the human’s shirt as she felt him reach to grab her, “no! No! I’ll be good! I’m sorry, I’m just trying to get comfy! We’ve been at this for a while now! I thought stand users attracted stand users and all that jazz. You’d think two of us would be like, a big ol’ trouble magnet.” While from this position the borrower couldn’t see it, she could pretty much feel Jotaro’s eyes rolling at this comment before he answered, “unless they know we’re here and aren’t some random tourists… Usually I’d have LB merge with something that could sniff them down, but…” He cut himself off with what was definitely not the huff of someone missing their usual partner. “I mean, I can’t play bloodhound, but I can at least try and get a bird’s-eye view,” Yami suggested with a shrug, “what I lack in common sense and brain cells, I make up for in climbing and bad jokes.” She offered a grin as Jotaro again gave off the aura of a disappointed parent before going to duck into an alley to free the borrower from his shirt, “fine, if you insist. But don’t go too far, and if anything happens you find me right away, understand?” Yami snorted as she went to scurry up a drainpipe, tiny hands clambering with ease, “be careful big guy, you talk like that and I’m gonna start to think you care about me!” She snickered as she made for the rooftops, leaving the larger stand user behind to watch her vanish over the edge, reveling in the annoyance she could practically feel radiating off of him. The sooner they got this over with, the sooner he could get back to his favorite borrower, she didn’t need him giving her the constant reminders that she wasn’t his first choice for this job…

Yami grumbled to herself as she scanned the nearby crowds, trying to see if she couldn’t pick out the poor sucker they’d been called to take down. The stand users were always the funkiest looking ones weren’t they? Eh, not like she had much room to talk in that regard. God, she was never going to get over being able to actually make out the individual features from people this high up. Honestly the glasses on her face might’ve been worth joining up with these crazy stand users alone, but the friends she’d been making were pretty cool too! So was actually learning how to use the crazy origami puppet that she herself wielded. Aaaaaaaand there was a weirdo ducking into an alleyway after a girl, fantastic… Jotaro had told her to go get him, and that was all fine and dandy, but there was little doubt that the girl would be in big trouble before she could regroup with the big guy. Which meant… “Oh screw this,” Yami grumbled before darting over to the rooftop overlooking the alleyway in question, looking down only to witness the man pinning the young lady against the wall, obviously spouting off some pervy lines while his stand looked like it was starting to move to do some rather.. Unsavory things… Oh, double fuck. While someone else in this position might have rethought not getting the bigger adult, or even taken a second to put together a real plan, Yami had not been kidding when she said she was a bit lacking in common sense. As such, the larger than average borrower did the only thing that she could think of, summoning Become the Hero to grip the ledge of the rooftop with one ribbon before launching herself from the roof to land on the bastard’s head. Was this a smart choice? No, not at all. Effective? Astonishingly so. Immediately the man’s attention was drawn away from his pervy ventures and to the creature that had just dropped like a rock onto his skull, rattling the both of them pretty well and causing him to stumble away from the young woman who took the opportunity to push him away and run shouting away from the scene. Yami did her best to twist her paws into the human’s hair, Become wrapping it’s ribbons around his neck in a dual attempt to keep its user from losing her grip and to hopefully drain some of this guy’s energy to keep him from kicking the crap out of her too badly. Unfortunately, this only did so well for so long, as the man slammed his head against the brick walls to stun the creature threatening to scalp him, before grabbing her and flinging her off and onto the ground with a hard thump that drove the air from Yami’s lungs, causing her stand to fizzle out of existence. Oh.. oh that wasn’t good.. Oh this was so the opposite of good. Jotaro was going to kill her if she lived through this. Without adrenaline overriding her basic instincts she could feel her muscles going limp and that was the last thing she wanted in this instant. “What the fuck is that thing!?” the man spat, glaring at the borrower on the ground before not bothering to answer his own question as he reared back a foot and kicked the offending creature away. While Yami wanted nothing more than to hiss and perhaps bite this fucker for his insolence, by now there was no going back, her eyes were sliding shut even as she slammed into the wall of the alley, certain something would be broken if she wasn’t already ragdolling. Dammit Jotaro… well, least he’d get what he wanted in the end eh? No more having to go on missions with the overgrown rat, right? 

The thought drifted into her head as her vision faded and her body was gripped tight by the natural paralysis. 

---

When traveling with a borrower who often got mistaken for an oversized rat, you got used to responding to shouting, and as such Jotaro was drawn to the sounds of a woman screaming, catching her as she ran down the street. She said something about a man and a ghost and then this… big rat thing attacking… Oh goddamnit. Jotaro mentally cursed as he hurried the opposite way the woman had ran, glancing into every alley on his way in hopes he’d find the bastard he was looking for and the annoying borrower before she got herself killed. Shit, this is exactly why he didn’t want to be stuck with the newcomer, they were always cocky and thought they could handle things alone.. Though usually that was the human ones and not the small ones, which honestly made this whole thing worse. He understood her stand was useful, there was no denying that, but he’d rather walk into danger with someone he was familiar with than someone who’d been whining the entire time on the plane ride because her ears popped and she had no idea how to fix it. Jotaro however, despite his annoyance, felt his heart stop as he finally found where the woman had come from. The man fit his mug shot to a t, didn’t even bother trying to change his appearance, and to make it worse in his hand, flopping like a rag doll, was Yami. She looked like she’d been beaten to hell, and given the scratches and marks on the man’s face and neck there was a clear reason why. Damn kid, why the hell had she done this!? He told her to get him if she saw anything, wasn’t that clear enough instruction!? Jotaro swallowed hard, snapping himself back to the moment as the man spotted him and scowled, going to summon his stand, though before he had much of a chance the world around them froze and Star was there to stop him. While his user may have had issues with showing emotion, Star Platinum wasn’t one to shy away from shouting a resounding “Ora!” in rage over a situation, and he did so now with fervor, fists flying as the man was pummeled into a bloody pulp before he even knew what hit him. Once there was no chance of the opposing stand user to speak or otherwise fight back, Star was quick to grab the limp form of the borrower the bastard had been gripping like a toy before returning to Jotaro to drop her into his arms. Time resumed, and the fight was over before it could even start. Ignoring the groaning man on the ground, figuring the police could handle him before he was scooped up the SPW, Jotaro instead fixed his attention on the small stand user’s limp form, worry in his eyes as he desperately felt her neck for a pulse before, with no small amount of relief, Star confirmed that her heart was still beating. Her breath was weak, just barely able to be made out by his stand’s hyperactive senses, and her heart had slowed considerably, the borrower not responding when he said her name or otherwise poked and prodded her. Damn it… whatever this was, he couldn’t leave her like this in the open… So, going against every instinct in his body, he brought the borrower’s limp form up to his mouth.

--- Who was holding her, what had happened, Yami had no way of knowing at this moment. Her body wouldn’t obey her, she was deaf and blind to the world outside of her own head, and all she knew was that she was being held roughly one moment and the next by much larger hands. Whoever had her, she just hoped it wasn’t someone going to hurt her or try and sell her. She really didn’t want to get in more trouble with Jotaro than she was sure she already was… Though, much to her horror, she found herself being lowered into a warmth that she knew all-too-well at this point. Quickly enveloping her feet and legs, she could feel the throat grab at her paws to pull her down. Though the first gulp was rough, almost like her predator wasn’t exactly enjoying this. No surprise there, after all there was a reason playing dead was ingrained into her very dna. Not a whole lot of predators found an unresponsive prey to be the sort worth eating, so whoever was doing this was either cruel or perhaps fucking nuts. Though she wanted to cry out, struggle and scream in protest, another thick and awkward gulp had her engulfed in warm flesh up to her waist, then her arms were locked in, and then… Her hearing returned to her in time only to hear a long, labored gulp echo around her as she was completely devoured by her unknown predator. The world came back to the borrower in small amounts, a tingling in her fingers and toes as control of her limbs were returned, the sounds of a groaning stomach around her, clearly getting used to a larger than average “meal” inside of it, and finally the return of her sight in a blurry foggy mess. For a moment she struggled, trying to push out at the walls containing her, a hiss building in her throat before she could fully see her surroundings. This wasn’t some stranger’s belly where she was doomed to die… only one predator she knew had stomach walls this shade of purple with scars like that… “Jo.. Jo?” Yami mumbled, stopping her struggling to switch to a cautious rub of the stomach that slowly relaxed around her as she spoke. Even from here she could tell he was relieved that she was up and kicking again, his heart pounding heavily somewhere above her. Had he… really been that worried? No, that couldn’t be, it had to be from the fight he’d undoubtedly gotten in with that stand user. “If you’re done beating up my insides..,” the human grumbled, giving his stomach a pat, his abs bloated outwards from the larger than usual borrower tucked away behind them, “what happened to getting me when you saw the guy?” Yami offered a weak chuckle, “situation changed? He was going to hurt someone, and I couldn’t just let him… I know it was dumb, but.. I mean, I’m alive? Bruised to hell, but alive?” The man didn’t seem pleased with that answer, going quiet for a moment before responding, “don’t do that again… It’s not like I told you that for no reason. You got lucky this time, but who knows what’ll happen next time you throw yourself into danger and I’m not around to help you.” Yami nodded to herself at that, her face falling as she continued to idly rub the muscled walls holding her gently, not having much of a response to that. It had been dumb, there was no denying that… “... don’t scare me like that again…” Ah… The borrower paused at this, not knowing how to respond as she looked up towards the sound of Jotaro’s voice, almost swearing she could feel the darkening of his cheeks as he said this. “I.. I won’t… I’m sorry..,” she mumbled, fingers tracing a few scars, “I just… I just couldn’t do nothing.” “Given the state of his face even before Star got to him, I’d say you did a lot more than most your size would,” for a moment Jotaro almost sounded amused as he headed back towards the hotel where he’d call the SPW and give them an update on the situation, giving Yami reason to giggle slightly and start to relax. 

Maybe Jotaro wasn’t so bad after all. After all, from what she could see, he really was a big softie on the inside like LB said. 

[trashyswitch]

Day 22: Vampire

It's Spirit's Eve, and Sebastian and Sam are arguing about how scary Sam's costume is. Silliness ensues.

Dedicating this fanfic to @fallen-lee. I hope you enjoy!

It was Spirit’s Eve in Pelican Town, and Sebastian was showing off his purple vampire costume to Sam. He was wearing a tuxedo with a cape, fake elf ears, fake fangs, and had styled his hair up a little bit for the event. 

Meanwhile Sam was showing off his ultimate werewolf costume. He was wearing wolf gloves, fake wolf ears, a fake tail and regular clothes like a sweater, pants and an orange shirt to show the half transformation from a human to a wolf. 

“Your costume…is more cute than anything, Sam.” Sebastian admitted. 

“It is not! It’s menacing and terrifying! FEAR ME.” Sam yelled, growling at him like a wolf. 

Sebastian just laughed and shook his head. “I will suck your body dry of all its blood. You will be nothing but a furry prune.” Sebastian told him. 

“As if I’m not gonna kill you first.” Sam reminded him. 

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Wolves are scared of humans, Sam.” Sebastian reminded him. 

“Maybe real wolves…but not werewolves…Werewolves are part human. Why would a werewolf be scared of its own species?” Sam asked. 

Sebastian sighed and called Maru over. Maru walked up, wearing her mad scientist costume. “Maru…are werewolves scared of humans?” Sebastian asked. 

“Well…there is no definitive answer on whether werewolves are afraid of humans. However, real wolves are certainly afraid of humans.” Maru replied. “Why do you ask, Seb-acula?” Maru asked. 

Sebastian smirked at Sam. “Unlike you, I did my research into my costume choice.” Sebastian told him. 

Sam chuckled. “It would be a shame if I were to eat garlic fingers in front of you.” Sam teased. “Or perhaps…” Sam pulled out a piece of wood and a hammer. “A stake to the heart?” 

Maru widened her eyes. “Where on earth did you get that?!” Maru asked. 

Sam looked at Maru. “I got Leah to whittle this for me…” Sam admitted. 

Sebastian hissed at Sam and covered his body and lower face with part of his cape. “How DARE YOU!” Sebastian yelled. 

Sam laughed. “I don’t even think Vincent would run and hide from fear.” Sam joked. 

Sebastian looked at Sam…then began to smirk. “Oh really?” Sebastian asked. 

“Really. Why don’t you try scaring Vincent yourself?” Sam asked. 

Sebastian chuckled. “Nah. He may end up peeing his pants, and I’ll end up in trouble.” Sebastian reminded him. “Besides: I’d rather scare YOU silly.” He replied. 

Sam smirked and crossed his arms. “Try me.” 

Sebastian smiled and walked up to Sam with a villionous look in his eyes and a toothy, evil grin. “I will give you 30 seconds to run and hide.” Sebastian told him. 

Sam scoffed. “Puh-lease…” Sam belittled. “As if you could scare me li-” 

“29.” Sebastian started to count. “28…27…26…” 

“Are you seriously counting down?” Sam asked. 

“24…23…22…” Sebastian kept counting. 

Sam looked at Maru. “Why’s he still counting down?” Sam asked. 

“19…18…17…16…” Sebastian kept counting. 

“Uh- Sam, you might want to actually run.” Maru warned, growing slightly nervous. 

“...11…10…” Sebastian continued. 

“Why? What’s he planning?” Sam asked. 

“8…7…6…” Sebastian kept on counting. 

“Just listen to me and RUN!” Maru ordered. 

“3…2…” Sebastian walked closer to Sam with his evil look on his face and his hands up, ready to take him down. “...1…” 

Sebastian’s eyebrows raised up as he started to realize why Maru might’ve wanted him to run. Sebastian grabbed Sam by the waist and picked him up. “GOTCHA.” 

Sam blinked and looked at Sebastian in confusion. “What are you doing?” Sam asked. 

“What do you think I’m doing?” Sebastian asked as he lifted up both of Sam’s arms. 

Sam felt Sebastian grab both ends of his sweater sleeves, and hold them above his head. Sam looked at Sebastian with a mix of confused worry. Why does he feel…so exposed right now? 

Suddenly, Sam felt fingers and nails start to skitter all over his left armpit. Sam widened his eyes and clenched his teeth as he felt a wobbly smile grow onto his face. 

Oh…Oh no…

Maru bit her lip as she watched her older brother begin his torment. “...At least it’s not me this time…” Maru mumbled. 

Sam started tittering and snickering as bits of his laughter threatened to move past his throat and teeth. Whenever the breathy laughter would move through his teeth, it sounded like he was hissing like a snake. 

“Oooooh…Sounds like the terrifying werewolf had a snake for breakfast…” Sebastian teased in his deep, evil voice. 

Then, Maru started counting down. “3…2…1-” she counted. 

Sam suddenly burst out in embarrassing giggles. It wasn’t ticklish enough to make him full-blown laugh, but it was just enough to leave him giggling like a little girl. 

“Theeere’s the laughter I’ve been waiting all night for~” Sebastian said. “So innocent…so girly…Hearing your giggles gives me many goosebumps.” Sebastian teased. 

“Shuhuhut uhuhup! Yohou're sohohoho dehehead!” Sam said through his giggles.

“How strange…the werewolf is threatening to kill me? Even though his exposed ticklish spots are being poked at, teased and tormented?” Sebastian asked. 

Sam tried to hide his face in the side of his right arm. He was growing more and more embarrassed from both the teasy tickles and the evil words. What Sebastian was doing was evil…utterly evil…Something only a super villain would do. 

“Get his neck!” Someone with a smaller voice declared. 

Sebastian looked over at the source of the voice, and smirked. Vincent was standing there in front of them, watching gleefully as his older brother was being tickled by Sebastian. 

Sam groaned amidst his giggles. “Vihihincehehent! Shuhush!” He tried to protest. But his protests would never be taken seriously if he was giggling like a tiny child. 

Sebastian smiled. “Tell me more, Vincent.” Sebastian encouraged calmly. 

Vincent giggled. “His neck makes him squeak like a mouse! Squeak squeak!” Vincent declared, pretending to be a mouse for a moment. “And his squishy sides are fun to tickle tickle.” Vincent added. 

“So…Like this?” Sebastian started skittering his fingers on the left side of Sam’s neck. 

Sam very much squeaked, and threw his head back as his giggles went up another octave. “EEheheheeek! EEHEHEHEEEE! NOHOhohohoHOHO!” Sam giggled and laughed. 

“Haha! Yeah! Like that!” Vincent replied. 

“Would you like to help me tickle your brother?” Sebastian asked. 

“Okay!” Vincent replied. “But can he lay down? Pleeeeaaaase?” Vincent asked. 

Sebastian laughed…genuinely laughed. “Sure!” He replied, temporarily using his real voice rather than his teasy voice. 

Maru chuckled and started to walk away. “Have fun, Sam.” Maru told him. 

“Nohohoho! Maru hehehehelp mehehe!” Sam yelled, reaching out his hand as Sebastian kicked Sam’s foot out from under him and laid him onto the ground. “Nohoho! Myhyhy cohostume will get dirtyhyhyhy!” Sam complained. 

“Worry not. We are on grass, not the dirt. Your costume will look good either way.” Sebastian replied. 

Sebastian let go of Sam’s sweater sleeves and started skittering a hand of fingers in each of Sam’s armpits. “Tickle tickle tickle, Sam~” Vincent reverted back to his teasy, low voice. 

Vincent quickly jumped onto Sam’s waist and started skittering his own fingers on Sam’s sides. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy koo, Sammy!” Vincent declared proudly. 

“ooOOOHOHOHO NOHOHOHO! HAHAHAhahahaha! Quihihihit ihihihit! Whyhyhyhyhy?!” Sam asked. 

Vincent giggled in reaction. “Tickling you is fun!” He told his older brother. 

Sebastian smiled as he heard Vincent giggle. It sounded strangely similar to Sam’s girly giggle from earlier. “It really is, Sam.” Sebastian told him. 

Sebastian and Vincent took their time tickling Sam for a bit. They both enjoyed the sound of Sam’s laughter and giggles filling the air outside Sam and Vincent’s house in Pelican Town. 

Sebastian soon looked over at Vincent with a new plan. “I have an idea:” 

Vincent lifted his hands up off his older brother. “What is it?” 

Sebastian smiled. “You tickle the left side with all your fingers…” He told Vincent. “And I’ll tickle the right side with all my fingers.” Sebastian told him. 

“Okay!” Vincent replied happily. Vincent quickly brought himself over to Sam’s left side, and grabbed his side with 8 fingers on the top of his side, and his 2 thumbs on the bottom of his side. Sam did the exact same thing, but on the right side instead of the occupied left side. 

“3…” Sebastian started to count. 

“GO!” Vincent declared, tickling and squeezing his brother’s side swiftly. 

Sam threw his head back and guffawed loudly. 

“Oh! Uh-” Sebastian quickly started tickling as well, trying to make up for the lost couple seconds from the mix up. 

“ooOOOOHOHOHO GOHOHOHOD! GAAAHAHAHAHAHAhahahaha! IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T! PLEHEHEHEhehehehease stohohohop!” Sam begged. 

Sebastian nodded and lifted his fingers off Sam. But Vincent kept on going. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo, Samson!” Vincent teased in his little, innocent voice. 

“YOhohohou toohohohoo, Vihihincent.” Sam told him. 

“Awww…But that was only 5 mini seconds…” Vincent whined. 

Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh. “5 mini seconds of hearing your brother laugh…that’s more than I can hear in a day sometimes.” Sebastian teased. 

Vincent widened his eyes and looked at Sam. “You don’t laugh with Sebashin?” Vincent reacted. 

“Thahahat’s a lihie! Ihi do lahaugh! Vehery ohohoften.” Sam argued. 

Sebastian chuckled. “Yeah…you’re right.” Sebastian replied. 

Vincent looked at Sebastian. “Did you lie?” Vincent asked. 

“Yes, I did.” Sebastian told him. 

Vincent smiled. “Hey Sam, what does mommy do when I lie?” Vincent asked. 

“Uhh…she tickles you?” Sam replied. 

“Sebashin lied! So he needs tickle tickles too!” Vincent declared. 

Sebastian raised his eyebrows in surprise. Wait, what!? 

Sam smirked and grabbed Sebastian. “He’s right. Your turn, Mr. Seb-acula.” Sam teased. 

Vincent ran up to Sebastian and started tickling Sebastian’s sides. But…Sebastian didn’t start laughing. He didn’t even flinch. 

“What-...Awww…he’s not ticklish…” Vincent whined. 

Sam laughed at his brother’s reaction. “He’s still ticklish…just not on the sides like me.” Sam told him. “Buuuut…” He started skittering his fingers on Sebastians ribs. “He’s very ti-” 

“PFFFTTAAAHAHAHAhahahaha! Hehehehehey!” Sebastian bursted out laughing. 

“Yeah, that.” Sebastian replied, working with the interruption. 

“Cool!” Vincent started tickling Sebastian’s lower ribs, while Sam tickled his upper ribs. Sebastian threw his head back and started cackling and laughing. His voice was a somewhat lower laugh. But, it was still adorable to listen to. 

And nearby, Maru was also listening to her brother’s laughter. It was nice to  see that the tables had turned. And Vincent was right: 

Liars, specifically lying vampires, get tickles. 

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Chapter 28 Twisted Sister

They were quiet as they headed back to the castle. The sight of Sheena’s parents and their kind words stung at them both.

“I hate this. This isn’t the first time I’ve had to deal with a vampire who was once someone I knew or at least acquainted with. I mean, it’s not like I actually know Ruby but I do know Sheena. This whole thing just sucks.”

Spike made a noncommittal grunting sound.

“What’s going through your head over there?” Buffy asked, breaking the silence.

“Pfft— Think you’d be able to just pick it up out of the bloody air.”

“Spike?”

He tapped the steering wheel with an open palm, “The truth is… I’m thinking about my mum.”

That was definitely not what she was expecting to hear. She raised an eyebrow, “Okay, I’ll bite.”

“It’s— I almost feel like I did her a favor— not— bugger it, that didn’t come out right. I— my mum was a widow, she didn’t have anyone else after I died. Part of the reason I eh- did what I did…”

“You thought you were saving her—“

“I was a sodding fool. I was— not the point. I was just thinking about what I must have put her through when I didn’t come home after the party. She must have looked something like Mrs Anderson there.”

“You never talk about your parents. What was your mom like?”

“Bit like yours I suppose. She was a very nice, very lovely lady. Losing my father would’ve done her in but she had to be strong for my sake. Grace under pressure. That was her. I took care of her the best I could…”

“What was her name?”

“Anne, her name was Anne.”

Buffy stared at him a moment, “Anne?”

“Common enough name, Pet. Don’t go thinking I’ve put a ton of thought into that one.”

“Ahh huhh, I’m sure… Anne, what?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t even know what your last name is.”

“I— is that really important right now?”

“It’s just weird... How do I not know your last name?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, fairly certain not even Angel knows what it is.”

“No way. You’re kidding me.”

“Used yours at the hospital for a reason.”

“Well yeah, because I had already put my foot in my mouth.”

“Yeah and if we ever do tie the knot, I’ll take it then too,” he grumbled.

“Oh my God, you have a totally horrible last name don’t you?” she gaped at him a moment, “You’re English, how bad could it actually be?”

“Never you mind, Pet. I’m pretty sure we have bigger fish to fry than my family name and history. Like how we’re going to track down Ruby and find out why so many folks are being turned lately.”

“Don’t think I’m done here mister. It can’t be so bad you can’t tell me, the woman you love, what it is. You’re being stupid,” she turned back towards the passenger side window gazing listlessly out of it as they drove on.

“Yeah, I know it. It just doesn’t make much difference. I don’t use it. And I’d be damned all over again if I’m going to let you use it.”

“Don’t I get a say?”

“How about this, you agree to marry me and I’ll tell you what it is.”

“Ohh I am soooo not accepting a marriage proposal like that! That was so—“

“If I were proposing, you’d know it.”

“Okay… so—“

“So, I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”

“Dumb.”

“Don’t I know it— hang on-“ he said slowly. Spike leaned over the steering wheel and squinted/. They had just pulled onto the country road leading to the castle and were nearly to the long driveway. Orange light illuminated the castle from behind, casting it in a sharp silhouette. He hit the gas.

Buffy squealed, “Holy shit, Spike!”

Spike growled, “Looks like we got trouble, Slayer, look ahead.”

“Oh God, the girls—“ she pulled her phone out looking at it, “No calls, this must have just happened.”

Just then the phone in Buffy’s hand rang, it was the castle’s number, “Giles?”

“Buffy, oh thank God. We’re under attack, vampires have set fire to several trees in the orchard. Ursula and Addison have already gone out.”

“How many?”

“I don’t know. The girls are holding them off— I can see them from my room. Oh, that’s better, Zari and Wendy just joined them.”

“Jimmy Stewart, much? Zara isn’t making like Grace Kelly, is she?”

“Of course she isn’t. Although I do see your point, yes.”

Spike shot Buffy a droll half-smile, “You are so bleedin’ hot right now. I love Hitchcock. Brilliant.”

Buffy waved a hand irritatedly as she tried to listen to Giles, “—The vampires keep coming. They’ve amassed a small army.”

“We are a small army! In an actual freaking castle, Giles! Oh for crying out loud! We’re pulling up now, send out the threes. Put the Ones and Twos on the roof with crossbows too if they keep coming.”

“Humm no! Not crazy about that one, Pet! A few of them don’t have the greatest aim. I’m not about to get caught in the crossfire… again… remember our first Thanksgiving? That was plenty close enough for me, thanks.”

“Did you hear Spike? Do we still have that—” Buffy started to ask but Giles over took the conversation on the phone.

“The suit of armor that was in the living room when we first came to the castle? Yes, I believe Xander shoved it into the back of that large closet in the utility room. Heaven knows why.”

“Got it, we’re coming in now.”

Spike hastily killed the engine and the two of them rushed towards the castle, ���You smell that?”

“Be specific.”

“Petrol and motor oil. They used accelerants to light up the trees.”

Buffy darted inside the castle beckoning Spike to follow her. Through the living room and into the utility room. Buffy started rummaging through the contents of the large closet.

“Action is out there. What exactly are we doing in here?”

“Take your coat off for a minute,”

“Bloody hell,” he swore as he shrugged out of it.

Buffy shoved a chainmail shirt and breast plate roughly into his arms, “Put those on. I’m not losing you because of some stray bolt shot in the dark.”

“Oh come on, Buff— this is stupid.” he whined.

“No arguments, I’m serious.”

“Don’t see you putting on sodding armor and I’m not about to ask you to either.”

“Yeah well I’m not prone to going all ‘Dust in the Wind’. I lost you once, not all that long ago and I’m not going through that again. Even if you are being stupid about the whole last name thing. Put the damn thing on.”

Spike slipped into the chainmail shirt letting its weight settle over him comfortably. Then reached for his jacket, “Appreciate the concern, Love. Can at least move in the chainmail. Wouldn’t be able to do a bloody thing in that sodding chest piece. Talking about totally different fighting styles than what we’re used to. I’d be useless and you know it. Chainmail should catch a stray bolt just fine, Pet.”

Buffy gave him a hard look, nodding once, “What’s a relationship without a few compromises, I guess. Okay, let’s go.”

They headed through the large living room towards the kitchen. Spike let out a little huff, “You know, I admire Faith’s timing, going over to Superman’s flat. All the sexy fun, none of the fangy action.”

“No kidding.”

“Bitch is going to owe us big time.”

Buffy laughed bitterly as they strode into the kitchen. Sheena was standing anxiously in the kitchen with Deloris watching the action. She looked up as Spike and Buffy entered the room heading towards the back door

“Buffy? Spike?” Sheena’s eyes were hard and pleading as she looked directly at the pair, “Is it true? Do you really think my sister is one of them?” she asked, her strong Scottish brogue laced with more steel than anyone who knew her would have believed was possible.

Spike tried to put a hand on her shoulder but she stepped away. Spike’s face fell, “Sheena, Luv. We don’t know yet, it would make sense if she is though. She is likely the one that told them about the castle.”

“I can’t just sit here and do nothing! This is my sister we’re talking about here! It isn’t fair! I should be out there with the rest of ‘Em!” Sheena argued.

Buffy shook her head, “Exactly. You’re too close to it. If your sister is out there I— I don’t want to put you through that if I can help it. Killing an evil version of someone you love is worse than you could ever imagine. So unless we absolutely need all hands on deck, I am not letting you out there! We have faced worse than this with a lot less.”

“She’s right, Shee. If she’s out there, it’ll be down to either me or Buffy to take her out.”

“But… she’s still my sister… isn’t she? I mean you’re a vampire. What if she could—“

Spike shook his head, “It don’t really work like that, Luv, I’m—“

“Different? Why, because you have a soul? You didn’t always have one and you still worked with Buffy! I’ve heard the stories! What if my sister could do the same? What if—“

Buffy cut in, “Let’s just see if she’s even out there. We’re a little late to the party as it is. There’s no telling if she hasn’t already gone up against one of the other Slayers. Most vampires don’t hold onto any of their humanity. The ones that do are really rare.”

“I only know of about a half dozen and I was one of them! Sheena, I’m sorry but Buffy and I just can’t make a guarantee like that.”

Sheena hung her head looking miserable, “Then what are you still doing here?”

Deloris wrapped an arm around her friend, “She’s right. You two go before the fire spreads and the vampires get any closer. I’ll keep an eye on her.”

Buffy gave a curt nod and led the way out the door to the small battle waging on the lawn.

***********

The first thing Buffy noticed was that several of the girls were engaging in longer fights that were necessary. They needed to get their stakes up faster and end the thing more decisively.

“Haven’t we been teaching you anything!” Buffy yelled at Ava who just happened to be closest, “Quit playing around and kill them already!”

Ava gasped a sigh of relief when she saw Buffy, “They came out of nowhere! We saw the fire and Mr Giles sent Ursula and Addison out, the other two followed and then more vampires came out of the trees behind the orchard.”

“Spike!” Buffy yelled as one of the vampires made to tackle one of the girls closest to them.

“On it!” Spike growled as he ripped the vampire from the girl. He let go and kicked the vampire with a hard boot to the chest. The vampire stumbled back towards Buffy and she staked it in the back before it ever realized she was there.

“Thanks, Honey!” She said as she spun a kick towards another vampire.

“No problem, Love!” He grunted picking up a comically small vampire by the scruff of his neck and a pant leg. The little vampire kicked his legs to no avail. “And Angel has the nerve to call me ‘Runt’!” he exclaimed under his breath as he picked the small vampire up over his head and threw him boldly into a flaming tree. Spike stood back tilting his head, as he watched the flaming vampire turn to dust, “Now, that was actually somewhat satisfying.”

“Spike! Quit messing around with The Seven Dwarfs-reject and get over here!”

“Coming Dear!” He turned with a grin, “Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to work we go…” he sang roughly as he quickly staked another two vampires that attempted to attack him. He made it back over to Buffy’s side and the two of them made short work of the vampires surrounding them.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” she called over her shoulder at him.

“Maybe a little,” he smiled widely.

A few more vampires turned to dust as bolts from the battlements met their marks. Including the vamp Spike had been squaring off with. He snapped his head up towards the battlements and caught a little wave from Cora.

The stream of vampires had stopped coming from the tree line. The few vamps that hadn’t been dusted had started to run back towards the treeline.

“These guys finally figured out the whole self-preservation thing, huhh?” Buffy said, ducking a kick.

“Noticed that!” he answered, staking a vampire and grabbing another one by her ponytail. Spike held her firmly by the hair and forced her to face Buffy, “Talk! What’s this all about and who do you work for?”

The vampire spat onto the ground, “It’s about you lot, Slayers. Time to thin out the herd,” she sneered.

“Who’s behind this?”

“Who says anyone is behind it? Maybe we’re just tired of being picked off like daisies. Or maybe it’s all just been to turn the tides.”

Spike shook her violently, “You’d better give us more than that, you bitch!”

“Or what? You’ll stake me? Ohh I’m so scared—“

Buffy didn’t blink, she just plugged a stake into the vampire’s chest and turned back to the battle ground. The girls were still engaged in combat with the last of the vampires.

There was a high pitched scream from behind them and they both turned. The scream had come from the now open kitchen door. The last dozen vampires ran as though it had been some sort of a prearranged signal to flee.

“Spike, the castle!”

“Gods, no, Sheena—“ he groaned.

They dashed back into the kitchen where there on the work table sat Ruby looking content.

She wore a dark gray top that was artfully ripped and very tight, black pants. Her dark wavy hair hung around her face in casual insolence. Buffy would have almost thought it was Faith sitting there if Faith was just a little bit more curvy. Blood stained the corners of Ruby’s mouth and chin.

“You must be Buffy. The original Slayer. Thought you’d be taller. And Mr Spike, of course, I’ve heard so much about you…” she drawled as she looked him over, “Got to say Shee-shee didn’t exaggerate. Might’ve left out a few things, but she sure didn’t exaggerate. Well fit and no pulse.”

“What can I say, I eat right and been fighting demons for the past five years, helps keep my boyish good looks.”

“Ehhh… five years… now that might be an exaggeration…” Buffy shot at him.

“Known you for what seven, now? Ish— Been off and on for roughly three— or there abouts… Nah, I’d say it’s about right.”

“Seriously? Your counting— you can’t count last year! You were dead.“

“Not a new thing, Love.”

She rolled her eyes, “You can’t count the last year as an off. We would have been on in a big way if you weren’t being a noble idiot.”

“You bet I’m counting it as an off, otherwise we’d both have stupid shit to be pissed about.”

Ruby scrunched her face in annoyance, “Humm hello! Vampire just got invited into your big o’ castle here. Sort of thought you might, I don’t know, care?”, she made a move to slide off of the table.

Buffy slammed her down onto the table, holding her by the throat, “Oh we’re getting to you. Where are Sheena and Deloris?”

Ruby nodded towards the corner of the kitchen next to the big dining table behind them, “Deloris was a yummy treat. Baby-sis is taking a little nap. Well at least I think she is. Not so sure about Delo-oris,” she pulled the girls name out.

The sound made Buffy’s stomach clench.

Spike turned craning his neck to see the girls, “You bitch,” he growled at Ruby before going over to check the girls. Deloris was sprawled on the floor, blood dripping from her throat. Sheena was huddled in a heap in the corner.

She swung her scythe, stopping millimeters from Ruby’s neck, “You better hope they’re alive.”

Ruby’s gray eyes never left Buffy, “Or what? You’ll kill me?” she chuckled.

“It is in my job title.”

“Maybe we could skip the unpleasantness and you and your sex-toy there can show me what it’s like to be the brunette in a hot-blond sandwich.”

“Not bloody likely ‘Twisted Sister’,” Spike shot over his shoulder.

Buffy pressed the scythe closer to her throat drawing a thin line of blood, “I don’t share my man, but I do kill soulless vampires,” Buffy glanced over to Spike and the girls, “How are they?”

“Sheena is alive, nasty gash on the back of her head here. Doesn’t look good.”

“And Deloris?”

“Pulse is weak and thready. She’s lost a lot of blood. Explains the sex-kitten act,” he leaned closer towards Deloris, “Buffy— we don’t have time for this, they need medical attention. Now. I don’t think Deloris is long for this world. Kill the bitch and be done with it.”

“Spike, she could be our best lead to what’s going on here.”

“She could also be a plant and I am not too keen on finding out. Bint knows too much about our operation for my comfort I say killer and be done; get these girls some medical attention!” Anger rolled off of him in waves.

Still holding Ruby down, Buffy turned towards the back door and yelled for help. Ursula and Ava came running almost immediately.

“Ursula! Call an ambulance, and help Spike. Sheena and Deloris are down.”

“Addy!” Ursula screamed out the door behind her, “Addy, come quick! We need you, STAT, Babe!”

“Good thinking Ursula! Ava, what’s it look like out there?” Ava looked back and forth between Buffy and the vamp on the table and her fallen comrades on the floor with Spike. “Ava! I need to know what we’re dealing with!”, she emphasized her words by slamming Ruby roughly down on the table again.

“I– yeah, humm, vamps are gone. A few of the girls are trying to put out the trees. I think I saw– Cho had a pretty bad cut across her leg—”

“Help Addison, start a triage. Anything we can handle in house, send up to Giles. I want them out of sight when the ambulance comes. If it doesn’t include internal bleeding or vital organs there’s a good chance Slayer healing will take care of it in no time. Addison has nursing experience, she is the closest we have to a medical professional here so she’s in charge of the wounded. Anything we can’t handle, send here in the kitchen,” Buffy turned towards Spike again, “How are our girls doing, Honey?”

“Not good. Sheena’s breathing is off.”

And Deloris? She asked through their link.

Pulse is getting weaker, I can barely make it out. I don’t think she’s going to make it.

She suppressed the urge to throw up and adjusted her facial expression into a steely gaze. She wasn’t the first girl they had lost and she certainly wouldn’t be the last. It didn’t make it any easier though, and it still made her stomach rile. She adjusted her grip on Ruby trying to decide what to do with her.

Just then Addison and Jetta rushed in from outside. Addison hurried over to Ursula assessing the situation. Jetta turned sharply towards Buffy, her long dreads whipped around her waist and hips, “What can I do?”

“Help me with this. Grab a chair and some rope. We’ll take her to the utility room,” Buffy punched Ruby in the face and her head smacked off of the table top. She pulled her up roughly and foisted the now bruised and bleeding vampire into Jetta’s arms.

“On it!”

“After that I need to check on the rest of the girls and Giles; he’ll need to know about this. Ursula?” Buffy asked, turning towards her, “How long until the ambulance gets here?”

“A few minutes,” her face was ashen as she looked between the two girls on the floor. This should have never happened. They were Slayers and Ruby was only one vampire. One very new vampire who clearly took them by surprise. One who had lied or tricked her little sister into giving her an invitation.

Buffy nodded, “I need to call Faith, maybe have her meet us at the hospital.”

Spike stood up striding over to Buffy, “You know I don’t like this right?”

“Neither do I… I just… Can we talk later?” Her eyes softened for just a moment as she fingered the hair at the nape of his neck. The look melted his resolve, just a little. He still didn’t like the idea of keeping Ruby around but he trusted Buffy.

“Do what you think is best, Pet. It’s worked out for us so far.”

***************

It was nearly day break before Buffy and Spike returned to the castle after going to the hospital with the girls. Faith had come to pick them up. Buffy felt raw and drained. She had called Sheena’s parents minutes after they had taken her into the ER and they arrived soon after.

Much to Buffy’s surprise, it was Spike who greeted them at the door. Mostly to explain that the staff were under the impression he and Buffy were Mr. & Mrs. Summers and that he had claimed Sheena as his niece in order to stay with her at the hospital. Buffy couldn’t help the little swell in her chest when he gave Sheena’s crying mother a hug and helped her to a seat in the waiting room. They had spent several minutes explaining what had happened, Buffy had been on the verge of telling them that Ruby was living-dead in their utility room wrapped in ropes and now chains too, but Spike had stopped her.

It was enough for now, simply knowing that Ruby had sent her little sister to the hospital with head trauma; and her friend Deloris to the morgue.

Spike had insisted on staying at the hospital until Sheena was stable. It was only after she had been transferred into a room and her parents were settled in with cups of tea that he had consented to leave.

Buffy peeled off the t-shirt she’d been wearing and threw it towards the hamper to join the jeans she had already cast off. She needed a shower, maybe a drink… definitely a good cry. It had been an incredibly long day, and night.

Spike looked up at her from his seat on one of the chairs in their room as she pulled on her bathrobe, “You alright?”

“Not by a long shot.”

He bobbed his head once, “Dito”

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”

“Honestly, Pet, I’m not exactly in the mood.”

“I didn’t mean sex. I just meant— never mind, I won’t be long. You can call next.”

He watched her go and looked around the room. He was pissed. How could Sheena be so stupid? He thought. No, not stupid, hopeful. Hoping that her sister could be like him— a “tame” vampire—- safe. The thought clawed at the inside of his skull.

He gave Buffy a few minutes before heading into the bathroom barefoot to wait his turn for the shower. He was still lost in thought as he shed out of his clothes and splashed water on his face. He looked up into the mirror, trying to picture what he looked like. He had a general idea of course but it had been so long since he’d actually seen himself. Spike shook his head and turned towards the shower.

He could tell something wasn’t right, “Buffy?”

A choked sob came from the shower. “You alright in there, Sweetheart?” he asked as he peeked inside.

She was huddled in a little ball at the bottom of the shower, letting the water run over her, “Oh god, I’m such a cad, course you’re not alright.”

He quickly stepped into the shower and gently pulled her back into a standing position, holding her against him. She let him wrap his arms around her, holding her as the water hit them both. She laid her hands across his back, pressing him tightly against her in return.

They stayed like that for several minutes before Buffy turned red eyes up to him. Spike bent slightly to kiss her. Slowly, gently. It was a barely there kind of kiss. Not demanding. It was just enough to let her know he was there for her, no matter what. She leaned into the kiss, pressing herself against him, reminding herself that they were both here, alive— well mostly.

Spike backed off, breaking the kiss. He was feeling pretty raw himself and had needed this intimate moment just as much as she did. He wasn’t willing to let it go further just now. Maybe later if she really wanted to, but not now. He hadn’t been lying when he said he wasn’t in the mood.

“William?”

“Humm?”

She shook her head and buried her face into the crook of his neck, “Nothing, I’m just glad you’re here.”

He wove his fingers into her wet hair, “I need you too.”

She nodded a little against his chest, he always could read her like a book. She patted his shoulder lightly, “I’m going to get out. Let you have the last of the hot water. I— I think I’m going to make one more round, check on the girls again… I’ll see you in our room?”

He ran a thumb along her jawline, “Count on it.”

She nodded and exited the shower, leaving him on his own. He could hear her puttering around in the bathroom for a few minutes before the door closed behind her. He scrubbed himself down trying to shake off the day knowing full well that he couldn’t.

The thought of Ruby tied up in the utility room irked the hell out of him and he had a sudden insight into how the Scooby‘s must’ve felt when he had been the one chained up. Which led him to a different train of thoughts.

Ruby was a fledgling, only a few days old, he didn’t know how many others besides Deloris she had killed but he knew the number couldn’t be very high. She simply didn’t have the time and she hadn’t gone for her parents; that was something.

He knew better than anyone that, that alone certainly didn’t mean she was ‘good’ not by a long shot. His mind shifted briefly to Harmony… idiot that she was. The fact remained that she was soulless, living in LA, friendly enough with humans. Sure she’d killed before, but overall she had made an effort to turn things around. The same with Leon as far as he knew. He shook his head. He wasn't really sure where his mind was going with these thoughts.

Rehabilitation? For evil— that seemed laughable. But if there was enough humanity left then maybe— just maybe. He turned off the water a little more roughly than necessary and stepped out of the shower, toweling off.

He combed his hair back, he could feel his curls trying to break free but didn’t care right now. He didn’t even bother adding gel. He was due for a haircut and knew he’d look like a poofy little cherub by the time he woke up anyway. Buffy seemed to appreciate his hair a little longer and he’d been dragging his feet about cutting it, but it was definitely about time. It always annoyed him when it got too long.

He slipped back into their bedroom and pulled on a pair of black sweatpants he’d picked up on a shopping trip with Buffy. Then he poured himself a drink and sat down with his feet up. He thought about playing some music but decided silence was golden. He was lost in thought when Buffy came back into the room.

“Everything check out?”

“All secure… or whatever it is they say…” she looked tired, “I could sleep for a week.”

He stood up going over to her, “Come here, Love,” he said as he pulled her to him. He hugged her briefly before they made their way over to the bed.

Buffy shrugged out of her bathrobe revealing her sleepy-kitty nighty. The same one she had been wearing the night Spike had found her in Paris. She had worn it several times of course, it was one of the only nightgowns she had with her. The sight of her in it always reminded him of that night.

Spike settled down in bed and she followed, snuggling in close to him and under the covers. They were both tired but after the events of the night neither one of them were finding it easy to fall asleep. Buffy turned over facing him and pressed herself in close, as close as she possibly could.

“God, Spike, how do we even face them tomorrow?”

“You already know, Love.”

“I know, but let’s pretend,” she murmured, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

He laughed mirthlessly, “Same as always, Pet.”

“Yeah, I know. It just seems so different… This isn’t like The First. When we lost girls then we sort of… knew it could happen. We were more…”

“Prepared?”

“Sort of— yeah I guess. This just seems so different.”

He knew exactly what she meant, “You’re right, it is. Things have been fairly quiet despite the fact we’ve seen an uptick in vamps. But nothing has hit this close to home. Now they know where we are.”

“That’s just it. Why is it they think they could even attack us? I mean it’s a castle full of Slayers, why would they even try?” she asked, cringing at the whining tone in her own voice.

Spike shrugged his shoulders and pulled her in closer, “I don’t know, Love. Maybe it’s just like that bint said, they just got tired of being picked off one by one. Wanted to see if they could hit us where we live.”

She shuttered, “We sort of knew this was bound to happen sometime. Maybe not exactly this, but something like it anyway. You’re right. It doesn’t make it any easier but you’re right.”

He didn’t answer right away, when he did speak he asked, “Did you happen to call Willow?”

Buffy nodded against his chest, “When we were at the hospital, during my little pee break. I took a few minutes to give her a call.”

“Thought you were a bit long.”

Buffy managed a small smile and looked up at him. Spike leaned in for a tender kiss. Buffy’s breath hitched and Spike made a move to pull back.

Buffy lightly gripped the back of his neck holding his lips to hers making him moan into the kiss. Her fingers wrapped into his still damp curls. He ran a hand over her thigh stopping at her hip. Emotions had been running high all night. She slowly wrapped her upper leg around his and pressed into him. His other hand gripped at her back. Buffy pulled back to catch her breath and rested her forehead against his, breathing hard.

With gentle fingers he caressed her hip and back over the fabric of the little nightgown, “Maybe we should take it easy tonight,” his voice was rough.

She ran her fingers through his white blonde curls, gazing into his blue eyes. They seemed particularly bright tonight. She wanted to get lost in those eyes, “Yeah, I think that’s exactly what I need tonight. Can we just— feel? Make love to me, William.”

In response he layed another gentle kiss on her lips. Taking in her sweetness and relishing in her. His hand on her hip slowly and gently pulled up the little cotton nightgown, she hadn’t bothered to wear anything underneath. His long thin fingers danced over her smooth skin. Buffy let out a tiny gasp as he moved one slow hand down between her legs.

She ran her free hand down his back to the waistband of his black sweatpants pulling them down to grab his ass. Spike rolled his hips pushing his erection against her as she slowly rubbed one leg up and around one of his and pulled his pants down more.

“I love you Buffy, God I love you so much,” he whispered in her ear like a confession.

Buffy felt tears start to sting her eyes, and pressed her lips to his as tenderly as she could. She pulled back on his lower lip gently with her teeth, pulling a low growl from his chest. The sound sent tingles down her spine. Spike positioned himself at her opening but held himself still. Not daring to move until he felt Buffy start grinding herself down on to him to merge their bodies together in slow, sweet, deliciously deliberate movements. He let himself match her slow thrusts. Pulling himself nearly all the way out before gliding every inch of his member back into her. It was enough to drive him crazy; he could feel Buffy growing tighter around him with every gloriously slow thrust.

Buffy gasped, “William— oh God… William, ahhh… William…” she whispered as he continued pumping into her. Buffy reached one hand up into his hair, pulling his mouth down to her breast. As he let his tongue roam freely over one nipple she continued working her fingers into his hair, gripping his curls. Buffy gasped as she pushed herself down, firmly grinding on him and using her internal muscles to pull him in deeper as she felt the pressure growing for her first release. The sensation drew another rumbling growl from deep within Spike’s chest as he continued to move with reverence.

They moved slowly, sweetly. Taking in every minute detail, every caress. They hadn’t really made love like this since that night in Sunnydale. The night before he had sacrificed himself for the greater good. That first night in Paris hadn’t even been this tender, this slow. They were both being painfully gentle with the other as they moved together at a synchronized pace. Sometimes almost maddingly so.

The night had proven to be a difficult one and the only thing either of them knew they could rely on for sure was each other.

Sometime later, they lay next to each other breathing heavily but unwilling to let go of each other. Buffy pressed into him with her head resting on his arm, “God, I think I needed that.”

Spike chuckled, “Makes you feel alive?”

She laughed, “That just seems kinda weird coming from you.”

“What, just because I died a virgin; I can't know what it’s like?”

Buffy raised an eyebrow, “Definitely some kind of a crime there.”

“Not for a proper gentleman, Pet. Will say, I always dreamed making love to my future bride would be something like that,” he said almost sarcastically, “Not that I thought about that much when I was alive. Too much of a goody-goody for all that.”

Buffy rolled onto her back so she could see him a little bit better and he rested his hand on her rib cage, “William, I know this is like the least of our worries right now but… why don’t you tell me?”

He sighed, “Are we on this again?”

“I mean it sort of sounds like you want to get married. Is that right? I’m not like reading into that completely wrong, am I? You want this right?”

Spike shrugged, “I don’t not want it; I certainly wouldn’t mind it, but Buffy that’s a mortal kind of thing. Marriage for me is just being with the person you love day-in, day-out. Like we are now. It’s not some bleeding piece of paper or some stuffed-up-gent standing up there saying ‘I now pronounce you man and wife’, that’s not what it is to me. If we’re being completely honest here you and I already are married in any way that really matters. Lilias called us bond-mates didn’t she? That’s about as close as you can get without vows or claims and in honesty even that could be argued rather easily given the amount of little love nips and sweet dirty things we’ve said to each other. As far as I’m concerned Dru and I were married all those years. Course if we had any sort of vows she would’ve broken hers a hundred times over, but that’s not really the point here is it?”

“But in all that time you and Drusilla never like; I don’t know, went your separate ways, found somebody else, anything?”

“Sure we parted ways plenty of times, though usually not by choice. Like this one time I got taken in by some government types, met up with Angel on a submarine. That was a laugh and a half right up until he made me swim to land. Even when she’d bring someone in to share our bed, it was always ‘our bed’. It was all in the name of a good time and it was always me and Dru.”

“Wait, you had other people in your bed?”

“Evil, Babe. Course we did. Her idea. Got that from Angelus no doubt. He always liked joining in— sharing her— or more often than not, just screwing her in front of me. Bloody bastard.”

“Angel?”

“Don’t know why you seem surprised, Pet. Unless you’re telling me he pretended like he was some sort of prude when he was with you. Wouldn’t put it past the git.”

Buffy gaped at him a moment, “I ah— wow, I just— you two—“

Spike rolled his eyes, “Of course. Figures. Yeah, Pet, his way of teaching me a lesson— lessons. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic. Demon brought out a slight ehh possessive trait you might say— to a point. He tried teaching me things like love and possession had no place in a vampire's unlife. Not a lesson I really ever took too. Never have fancied sharing. Would, because that’s what she wanted, but I never liked it; especially not with him. I like having just one woman, I didn’t need anyone else, but then I was never one to deny Dru anything either. After Angelus left… she’d get restless every decade or so, so I did whatever it took to keep her happy.”

Buffy cleared her throat, suddenly feeling slightly uncomfortable. The more she learned about Spike; the more she felt she never really knew Angel at all. She shifted her gaze a little, “And when Ruby brought it up tonight?”

“What, that nonsense she was spouting down there? Hell no, this mind thing we have going on now is way better than– well, anything– in the history of ever. You are everything I’ll ever need and I don’t fancy sharing, remember? Besides, she’s so high on Slayer blood, she’d probably shag a tree right now if she could. It’ll wear off soon enough and we’ll see what we're really dealing with. She might not even like blonds.”

Buffy laughed, relaxing into him a little, “I hope you’re right. She was really starting to annoy me when we were tying her up. I don’t think I’m into that whole sharing thing either. I can’t even imagine wanting to be with anyone but you at this point. You’re right about the mind thing, that can really make things seriously interesting.”

“Glad we agree. So eh… Our original conversation got seriously derailed didn’t it? Can we get back on topic here?” He moved to look at her a little better, “What if we did make it all official? You and me. The dress, the flowers, the whole bit. What then? What’s that look like in your beautiful mind?”

“Wow, topic shift, much?”

Buffy felt a chuckle rumble through his chest, “Think we’ve covered it nicely don’t you?”

“I— oh sure, finding out you had multiple people share your bed with your ex— including my ex— who was just here by the way— oh my god that’s why—- you know what, nope wow— just wow— and now we’re going back into whether or not we want to get married? Humm yeah… totally covered that topic about as much as I want to cover it—- you know I better get a real proposal, or I will stake you.”

Spike laughed, “You do have a way of putting things; It’s just a question.”

“Oh I know! And honestly, I can’t imagine our lives being much different than they have ever been. Certainly not anymore predictable that’s for sure. I don’t really think much would change at all really… hell it’s not like it would be a legal wedding anyway, we would have to use forged documents to be even a little legal. I think it would just be for us, our friends and family. You probably think that’s just stupid, huh?”

“No, I don't. I think you’re probably right about it not changing much; but if you want a wedding then it’s worth talking about.”

“First, I want a ring but not one of those conflict-y diamonds… maybe not even diamond, I don’t know, but it has to be pretty and sparkly and not skull shaped.”

Spike laughed, “Noted.”

“Second, I want to know your last name.”

“Nice try. Why are you so hung up over it, to my recollection I’m definitely not the first guy you’ve dated with no surname. The bloody Imortal don’t even have a name… stupid git. Besides, you’re not taking my name anyway; nothing against my dear old dad but I don't want it, I certainly don’t want to pin it on you.”

“You’re English, how bad could it be? Or is it just really common, or slightly naughty maybe…or both like Johnson, or—“

He sighed, he hated it when she did this… “Pratt”

“No need for name calling.”

“Nooo… My name; It’s Pratt.”

“Pratt? But that’s not…”

“Unless you’re English, Pet. School boys love their homophones, they never cared if it was prat or Pratt. William James Pratt, if you really must know. There you have it, you are now officially the only living person in almost a century and a half to know my full name.”

“Now I just need a ring. Was that really so hard?”

“It didn’t kill me. Still, can we keep this just between us?”

“Pratt—-“

“Yup.”

“William Pratt.”

“That’s me— or it was.“

“Willy Pratt—“

“Oi! Wohh now! Watch it! I’ve killed for less!”

“I’m just teasing.”

“Got enough teasing. Could do without that. Especially from you.”

She looked at him squarely now, she could feel anxiety and anger coming off of him, “That really strikes a nerve doesn’t it?”

“Old wounds often do.”

“I’m sorry. I mean I totally get why you don’t like ‘Willy’. But Pratt must be a pretty common name, I really don’t see the big deal, Babe. That was a seriously long time ago, you’re not—“

“Buffy, please.”

“Fine, I think you’re being stupid, but fine. Seriously though, Mrs. Buffy Pratt, isn’t so…” she screwed up her nose a little.

“Oh now you see, don’t you?” He said half offended and half triumphant.

“Yeah ok, I guess I kinda see your point” she settled back down still thinking, “Ok so what do we put on the invitations? ‘Spike’ or ‘William the Bloody’?”

“You do know you’ve asked me this before right?”

“Yeah and, your answer is?”

He sighed again for dramatic effect, “How’s about William James Spike, doesn’t sound too horrible. Simplifies things, looks a bit more proper and explains away the nickname for dear old great-aunties and the like, right?”

“Mrs. Buffy Spike? Sounds way worse than Pratt.”

“It’s why we both go with ‘Summers’, remember?”

“I can live with that I guess, Mr. Pratt.”

“Been ages since anyones called me that— bugger—“ he sighed, “You know by demon standards we are already married and by some human standards some folks would call this conversation alone an engagement.”

“Nope, not getting out of it that easy, mister. I want sparklies you must deliver on the sparklies.”

He laughed again, “Is this the LA Valley girl shining through?”

Buffy pouted a little, “No, well maybe, maybe a little. I don’t know. I just really want the pretties. Like I said I don’t even care if it’s a diamond I just want pretties.”

“I’ll have to put some thought into that one.”

“I know you will.”

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 227

The Werther Project/Mummy on the Orient Express

“The Werther Project”

Plot Description: the search for a magical box that could help decide the Book of the Damned leads the brothers into danger

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I’d be far too scared as a teen girl of getting in trouble to take a hammer to a basement wall. Whatever was in that safe would stay there long after I moved out.

Rowena…this is Sam Winchester, you think he has ANY qualms about killing Crowley? After what he had a hand in doing to Dean?

Dean just took on six vampires at once? I don’t like that. That’s too many

Wait. Is Werther the guy to tried to keep Dean and the First Blade in his collection?? Or maybe he didn’t name it after himself but the illusionist from the Men of Letters is behind whatever that safe was keeping the codex for the Book of the Damned locked away (do you love how I say these things like they’re the most natural sentences I could possibly say??)

I love Rowena’s penchant for absolute luxury. The fancy hotels, the lacy nightwear. Yes, girl!

How…how do you explain this case to Dean?

Man, the thing is that at least vengeful spirits, vampires, and demons all act according to certain instincts and patterns. People, though? Regular ass people with unimaginable trauma?

Oh god…if Susie is seeing her dead family due to whatever Sam let out of that box, how horrible is this going to be for Dean?

Dean’s getting purgatory flashbacks??

Oh nooooo, Susieeeeeeee. Sam’s getting the guilt ghost of Susie

Bennyyyyyyyyy. I don’t care if he’s not real, it’s good seeing him again. The fact that Dean doesn’t refute that purgatory was his happy place, at least not right away. (Is there a ship name for Dean and Benny? Denny? Bean? This is their place)

Ok no, I don’t like this Benny anymore. Stop trying to get Dean to kill himself. Stop it. SOMEBODY STOP HIMMMMM

She’s so much better at feigning concern for Sam than she ever was for Crowley, but you can tell she has no remorse about letting him bleed out just to open this safe

Did…Dean broke the spell on his ownnnn

Oh he’s gonna be PISSED when he gets to the basement to see Rowena literally squeezing Sam’s arm like a tube of toothpaste trying to get every last drop of blood out

Well…my expectations were subverted, surprisingly. I didn’t think it was possible to hide that quickly or that well in that small room in the basement, but Rowena pulled it off and escaped…I think. The green smoke she made her exit in looked a little too much like the smoke from the Werther, so I’m not actually sure she was ever there. Because Sam very much was about to give his life to get the codex

Dean did save Sam from bleeding out, and he only needed to give just a little blood to get the Werther open

Every one of her looks is gorgeous.

Sam. Sam, wtf. You can’t just keep her captive like that

I can’t wait for you to get free and burn it all to the ground. I want that for you SO. BADLY.

“Mummy on the Orient Express”

Plot Description: once you see the mummy, you only have 66 seconds to live. The Doctor races against time

A space train with seemingly no track? No thank you

Wasn’t Clara like…SUPER pissed off at the Doctor at the end of the last episode?? Why did you fold so easily, bestie?

This, like, jazz lounge rendition of Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen is really hitting for me

Oh….this is supposed to be (in Clara’s mind at least) a farewell tour between them. One last wild and crazy trip before they split apart forever

I like this setting boundaries Clara

Oh how easily she gets sucked back in to the routine, but also like, CAN he just get on a train and have a normal time? WAS he cursed by some wizard? We’d never see him have just a normal time, it would make for a terrible episode

They are making me so sad. They’re determined to split up after this while also clinging so freaking tightly to each other.

I just realized how rare it is to see the Doctor and companion go somewhere and have to be there overnight

There just HAPPENS to be an expert on alien mythology on this train? Sure.

This IS more like an episode of supernatural, I was just thinking that before the alien mythology expert said the death of the old lady in the first five minutes had no supernatural reasons

I love that the conductor’s worst nightmare when it comes to the train is a mystery shopper so that’s what the Doctor has to pretend to be.

The funny distrust between the Doctor and the engine man, Perkins, is adorable. He’s gathering quite the team to crack this case

I forgot that this was all some weird ploy to study The Foretold (the mummy that’s now killed three people on this trip)

It’s not that this isn’t interesting, just….not a lot to say because it’s just round after round of someone dying at the hands of The Foretold

Well, I LIKED setting boundaries Clara…but now I’m hoping for upholding boundaries Clara. You can’t just fold every time the Doctor tells you to do something.

He didn’t MAKE you lie. He for sure lied about stuff to get you to agree to come here, and yes he told you to lie, but he didn’t MAKE you lie, Clara

I can’t believe they just made him say “are you my mummy?” I mean. It’s an excellent callback

I was wondering if he saved everyone on the train.

I don’t like that particular turn. Look, you can acknowledge that the Doctor isn’t as heartless as he pretends to be, but he still put the fate of humanity in your hands and did not give you all the information you needed. Even though everything worked out, that still doesn’t make what he did right. I would have loved even ONE episode apart

[efficientplatinum]

09/11/2022

Watching Nothing

Reading Blindsight! i’m still at the beginning but so far i like it. I was ambivalent about the vampire thing, and I still don’t know what’s up with that, but i have hope that it will be good.

This bit is funny:

I shrugged.  No point making a big thing out of it.  "Well, according to game theory, you should never tell anyone when your birthday is."

"I don't follow."

"It's a lose-lose proposition.  There's no winning strategy."

"What do you mean, strategy?  It's a birthday."

Chelsea had said exactly the same thing when I'd tried to explain it to her.  Look, I'd said, say you tell everyone when it is and nothing happens.  It's kind of a slap in the face.

Or suppose they throw you a party, Chelsea had replied.

Then you don't know whether they're doing it sincerely, or if your earlier interaction just guilted them into observing an occasion they'd rather have ignored.  But if you don't tell anyone, and nobody commemorates the event, there's no reason to feel badly because after all, nobody knew.  And if someone does buy you a drink then you know it's sincere because nobody would go to all the trouble of finding out when your birthday is— and then celebrating it—if they didn't honestly like you.

Of course, the Gang was more up to speed on such things.  I didn't have to explain it verbally:  I could just grab a piece of ConSensus and plot out the payoff matrix,  Tell/Don't Tell along the columns, Celebrated/Not Celebrated along the rows, the unassailable black-and-white logic of cost and benefit in the squares themselves.  The math was irrefutable:  the one winning strategy was concealment.  Only fools revealed their birthdays.  

Sascha looked at me.  "You ever show this to anyone else?"

"Sure.  My girlfriend."

Her eyebrows lifted.  "You had a girlfriend?  A real one?"

I nodded.  "Once."

"I mean after you showed this to her."

"Well, yes."

"Uh huh."  Her eyes wandered back to the payoff matrix. "Just curious, Siri.  How did she react?"

"She didn't, really.  Not at first.  Then—well, she laughed."

"Better woman than me." Sascha shook her head.  "I'd have dumped you on the spot."

I’m reading it in spanish because even though my english is very good and i’ve probably read way more in english than in spanish at this point, i think that it’s still hard for me to get the point of things when reading in english. As in, i understand the words and the sentences well enough, but it’s easy to fall into a state where i’m technically reading but not really understanding what i’m reading. The problem with this is that translations suck sometimes. Here are some examples from a single scene that are just incorrect

antilibs -> antiliberales

"Hey, I'm a spaz no matter how long I've been dead." -> Hey, yo siempre estoy como una rosa, da igual cuanto tiempo haya pasado muerto.

while I'm giving them their physicals -> mientras yo le pego un repaso a su física

this is very annoying

Listening nothing

Exercising I need to get back to yoga

Playing Disco elysium. I did a run with thinker harry and i finished pretty quickly, because i was worried i wouldn’t solve the case, and therefore i missed a lot of stuff. this unfortunately made much of the ending make no sense. who is this woman and why is she in my dream?

I’ve started a new run with sensitive harry and i’ve barely made it out of the whirling-in-rags but so far everything has been very different so win for replay value at least

Making nothing

[sunboki]

༉‧₊˚. BITE ME. ‍ ‍ ‍ 05. i almost feel spoiled

“good lord..” you manage out, dropping the scattered bags of decor on the common-rooms floor upon returning to the dorms. it felt like your soul had been sucked from your body, exhaustion settling in faster than expected.

felix collapses on the couch beside you, busying himself with his phone whilst you simply sink into the soft cushions—fighting the urge to drift asleep. however, with moving in, your brother butting in, shopping, and more so, the need for sleeping was inevitable.

meanwhile, as you were almost snoring on the couch, lino was getting free entertainment from the troubled remaining boys that emerged from their dorms, complaining about how they couldn’t join in on the shopping spree.

“just because y/nnie knows you better doesn’t mean you shouldn’t say anything to us~!” han whined profusely, thrashing about with clear distress on his face.

“same goes for felix!” hyunjin added, resisting the urge to laugh as he mimicked han’s pout. felix rolling his eyes in reply.

it occurred to felix that you hadn’t said anything, and thanks to his curious personality he discovered quickly that you were indeed fast asleep with your cheek smushed in the cozy material.

“shhh shh..” he waved his hands hurriedly, hoping not for them to disturb your peaceful nap. the others giving him a confused stare.

“y/nnie’s sleeping! be quiet!” he scolded, han’s face contorting to form an “o” with his mouth. one by one, the boys tiptoed to you—marveling at the resting beauty among them.

chan hesitated, voice lowered to barely a whisper. “should we move her? this couch isn’t good for her back..” he offered, sending felix a doubtful look; the freckled boy only shrugged in reply.

in the end, the eight began bickering over who would be the nice guy and take you back to your dorm.. minho being the predominant choice. 

stumbling from bed with a lazy smile stretching at your lips, you entered the commons to where an incredibly glorious sight sat in front of you.

minho, in an apron. brows creased and lips taut in a natural pout of focus.

wow. what a sight.

“look who woke up.” he grinned, casting an amused look in your direction as he finished filling a plate with mouth-watering pancakes—the reason behind the amazing smell earlier.

“mhmm..” you hummed, obviously still waking up despite how crazily you shoveled the pancakes down. “y’know you should consider being a culinary arts major.” his laughter following soon after made blood rise to your head in a dizzy spell.

oh the things he did to you.

“nah, i’d hate it after a bit.” his lips pulled into a tight line, untying the apron from his waist and discarding the sanitary gloves he wore. “say, wanna come with me to practice?”

ah, that’s right. you’d forgotten he’s a dance major.

well this will be interesting.

✞ masterlist _ next _ previous

sypnosis; finally getting into your dream college as a nursing major, it just so happens that this college in is prestigious for its long history—and for the notorious eight vampires attending as well?! these mysterious eight spend their days either collecting an army of fangirls or breaking hearts. but when one of the eight vampires takes interest in you, you find yourself in quite a sticky situation when your vampire-hating brother steps in.

✞ notes; UM HOUSE HUSBAND LINO ANYONE?? PLEASE I-😩✋

#taglist: @emmie5168 @babyphotos0325 @hikari-chan69 @dark-mark

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[palimpsessed]

Hey. You post a lot of great stuff about Carry On. Can you talk about the biting in AWTWB. The Baz/Simon scenes.Trying to wrap my head around it to understand why Simon did that. Why he bites Baz and keeps biting. Bites his fangs through his cheek. Is it because Simon wants to be bitten? That he wants Baz so much and Baz can't be harmed? I'm really trying to understand it but . . . what do you think?

Anon, thank you for this ask, and also for liking whatever I'm doing on my blog.

Can I talk about the biting? You bet I can!

Why does Simon bite Baz? Is it because he wants to be bitten? In a word, yes! But of course, there's a lot more to it than that. And this went off in another direction than I thought it would, so I hope you can stick with me on this journey! Under the cut because it’s a bit long.

There is a motif running throughout the trilogy of love being a consuming force. So much of Simon and Baz's identities are tied up in hunger very early on: Baz, as a vampire, constantly craving blood; Simon, as the Humdrum, constantly sucking up magic; both of them starved of love and intimacy. There's also a lot of fire imagery, going all the way back to when they first met, and fire is another consuming force.

Simon and Baz are obsessed with each other. The only thing they think about is each other. ("Trying not to think about you…S'like trying not to think about an elephant that's standing on my chest.") They are consumed and they want to consume, and, at least in Simon's case, they want to be consumed.

In WS, Simon reflects on misunderstanding his feelings for Baz prior to eighth year, and the way he does it has always stuck out to me: "I thought about him all the time. I missed him so much in the summer. (I thought I was just lonely. I thought I was hungry. I thought I was bored.)" The second item on that list is what catches my attention. Simon missed Baz and he thought he was hungry. I think it says a lot about how Simon's love for Baz feels if he mistakes it for actual hunger.

In the biting scene you mentioned, Simon says to Baz: "If it were me, if I were you…I'd drain you fuckin' dry, Baz, and it still wouldn't be enough." That's intense. And it's absolutely Simon. We know how much hunger he's capable of; his hunger was so potent, it became a whole other being! I've long maintained that his hunger for magic is a metaphor for his hunger for love. Because Simon is so full of love, and just utterly bereft of people to give it to, and once he has people to love, he doesn't know how to do it without also hurting them. He's never had good relationship modeling. (He thinks Baz should know he loves him because of how many things he's killed for him.—He thinks about teaching Baz how to break someone's neck like it's a fun couples' activity.—He gets turned on by killing things and watching Baz kill, too.—Date night is helping Baz hunt down rats.) Simon is a mess. He wants to love so badly, but he just doesn't know how to do it. ("Is this what people do?")

Simon loves Baz so much, he can't fathom ever getting enough of him. Ever being able to consume enough of him. He can't stop biting and smelling and grabbing because he wants more, more, more. He fits his teeth over Baz's old scars because he needs to claim him—make his own mark on Baz, possess him.

Part of this, as you said, is the fact that Baz is a vampire. Baz can take the roughness (which is not to say that he should just because he can). Simon's fixation on Baz's vampirism, which used to play out as paranoia, has changed into a desire to be bitten. Simon is thinking about Baz's vampirism, thinking about draining Baz dry if he were the vampire, and Baz, the human.

The other part of this is that Simon is unfettered, but really only in the aggressive, physical sense. He's long hidden his desires behind aggression without realizing that's what he was doing. (In CO: "I just want to run him down and knock him over and figure it all out." In AWTWB: "I wanted to jump on you, I didn't really think past that.") He doesn't know how to be unfettered in the vulnerable, emotional sense, and that's what keeps him from being able to be intimate with Baz. ("I don't know how, Baz…To get enough.")

Simon desperately wants to have sex with Baz. Which is what he's trying to do in the biting scene, but all of his desires are warring for control, and he can't sort out what he wants, and what he should be doing in that moment, with Baz.

What this is all leading me to may be a bit off topic, but I think it's all tied up in Simon's head.

Simon doesn't know how to be gentle.

His hunger and his desire for Baz have never been gentle. It's aggression, it's violence, it's possession; it's a forest fire, it's not a hidden waterfall.

Simon has never learned how to be at peace. In a recent interview with Vanity Fair, Rainbow said she made Simon "fight of flight"—literally, he has wings! There's a reason that Simon couldn't handle the inaction at the beginning of CO and before the events of WS. There's a reason that Penelope thought that they were "being lulled" because there was no war actively being waged. There's a reason Penelope tells us in WS: "Lesson learned: Relaxation is the most insidious humdrum." These are characters who are so traumatized by childhoods being foot soldiers in a war waged by the adults they trusted, they don't know how to live without fighting! They don't know how to live in peace.

We all have "I can touch you less gently, but I won't love you less kindly" burned into our eyeballs by now, but let's move earlier in that conversation to what sparks this: "What if I asked you to be less kind to me?" —What if I asked you to be less kind to me?— Simon doesn't feel comfortable with Baz's kindness or gentleness, because it "makes me feel like I'm being turned inside out. Like I need to get away." Let's sit with this for a bit. Baz's loving touches make Simon want to run because they're kind and gentle and he doesn't know what to do with kind and gentle. His mind isn't programmed for kind and gentle.

It makes complete sense that Simon would show Baz affection in a way that Simon understands, considering, as I said before, that he hasn't had anyone in his life to show him a healthy way to do this. What does Simon most want from Baz? Love. What does Simon understand love to be? Consumption. He wants roughness and aggression, he wants the inferno, because these are things he understands.

Simon wants Baz's teeth, so he gives Baz his teeth.

This is how Simon feels comfortable. I made this post while processing my feelings about AWTWB. It talks about Simon trying to love Baz the way he wants to be loved, and Baz trying to love Simon the way he wants to be loved. They want to give each other everything, but they haven't actually communicated their needs to one another, and that's what keeps them from being able to work through their problems. It isn't until they voice their needs that they're able to be intimate. This is what I'm really trying to get at here.

"Is this what people do?" Simon asks, over and over again. When Simon was in therapy, he learned a technique to break up "life into bites you can swallow". He tells us he's doing this again in AWTWB "because [the future] is too terrifying. Too uncertain. There are parts of it that are too bright." —There are parts of it that are too bright.— Simon doesn't know how to be happy. He doesn't know how to cope with happiness. "Is this what people do when they're in love? Do they just keep touching and talking? And then what? Like what is it all leading to? I don't mean sex, I mean… If I knew what I meant, it wouldn't be so frightening." When Simon is having all these overwhelming feelings about his future with Baz, they're on the Tube, and Simon sees a guy giving him and Baz "a dirty look". He interrupts his introspective on therapy to tell us that he wants the guy to cause trouble "because I would dearly love to punch something right now. That's a decision I could wrap my brain around." He can wrap his brain around punching someone, but not around a bright future with the man he loves.

Simon doesn't know how to be at peace. He doesn't know how to be in love. He doesn't know how to be happy. I think this is what we're seeing at play when he bites Baz. He wants something so badly, but he doesn't know what it is, can't articulate it, can't get at it. In a way, when he bites Baz, Simon is trying to ask for what he wants, without words, and without really knowing what it is that he does want.

He can't figure out how to let himself be happy and feel good while being happy. He can't stand gentleness, or softness. In his head, he can't give that to Baz, because he can't handle it himself.

So, yes, Simon bites Baz because he wants to be bitten. And he bites Baz because he knows Baz can handle it. And he bites Baz because there's an emptiness inside of him that he's still trying to fill, and he doesn't understand how to do that. Someday, he will fill it. He and Baz are going to figure that out together.

I hope this makes sense. With your indulgence, Anon, I'm going to tag in @theflyingpeach who is all around brilliant, and I know has their own thoughts about this scene (and demon Simon 👀👀👀) that I would like to see more of. 🥰

A follow up to this ask can be found here.

Further reading on the relationship between consumption, food, and love compiled here.

[arielmagicesi]

WWDITS Fic Recs Masterlist

Yes, I made two of these already, but I thought I’d organize all the fics I’ve read now into proper categories.

Putting under a readmore because it’ll be obnoxiously long and I also want to be able to edit if I read more fics which I inevitably will

I’ve put this masterlist into a bunch of categories and subcategories, so choose which categories and subcategories intrigue you. I’ll add the ratings of each fic in parentheses after the title.

I’m also gonna mark the ones that are my absolute favorites for gorgeous writing or perfect characterization with bold italic lettering if you don’t care about specifics and just want the best most perfectest fics overall. I do stand by my opinion that these are ALL good and they all have at least one of the following: excellent writing, on-point characterization, funny humor, or heartwarming emotions. otherwise I would be my usual judgy self and not include them lol

Shipping/Romance

Nandor/Guillermo (this is gonna be the largest category. I am sorry to shippers of other ships- keep scrolling! and maybe write some more Laszlo/Nadja fics for me)

Road trip fics

Do you want...

...Guillermo being turned into a vampire on the banks of the river Tigris? Read The Beginning After the End (M) by machinewithoutfeelings OR Upon Thy Native Soil (T) by rallamajoop

...A long fic where they inevitably have huge communication issues but figure it out by the end? Read i lied about the whales (M) by morian

...A stunningly written sex scene followed by a love confession? Read come and break me down (E) by inkstainedwretch

...A multi-chapter road trip fic with plot twists and emotions? Read you can run away with me anytime you want (E) by partiallyobscure

...A fic that explores the complications of sexual intimacy, featuring trans Guillermo? Read it’s only sex (no it’s not) (E) by CaptainAFAB

...A fic where Nandor rescues Guillermo from the coffin? Read and i wish i could run to you- (M) by softgals

Fics that develop their emotions over a long time period

Do you want...

...Beautiful sunlight metaphors? Read sunshine (T) by owlinaminor OR Farewell to sunlight (T) by Lizluz, both equally beautiful

...Nandor having to deal with a physical manifestation of his repressed feelings? Read roses that come without seeking (E) by givemebaretrees

...Nadja revealing to Guillermo that Nandor’s in love with him? Read begging for you to take my hand (T) by returnsandreturns

...Dumbasses having trouble communicating but being in love anyway? If you want a beautiful long fic where they get together at the end, read enough of the brutal and the border (E) by morian. If you want a short fic where they keep things ambiguous, read something here will eventually have to explode (M) by returnsandreturns. And if you want another long fic where they get together at the end, read Let’s Pull the Curtains Down (M) by singing_to_shipwreck OR there will be no divorce (T) by the milkcartonkids

...A pre-season 3 established relationship where they have to figure out what they actually feel for each other? Read Suck It and See (M) by Vulcanodon

...Just a full alternate version of season 3 with fucked-up emotions leading to an excellent conclusion? Read there is a shortage in the blood supply, but there is no shortage of blood (E) by zarya

...a fic about repression that ends with a season 3 finale aftermath get-together? Read you know what is unspoken (E) by arielmagicesi

...them hooking up as a result of sparring together? Read Body Count (E) by sunflowerprince (a one-shot sparring-together-into-feelings fic that also is amazing is To Ease This Precious Ache (E) by sistermichael)

Love confessions that take place over one scene

Do you want the love confession to take place...

...Near the end of season 3? Read Through Early Morning Fog (E) by holograms for a version of the finale where the house properly grieves Colin Robinson and Nandor and Guillermo properly address their feelings  OR if it was with you (not rated) by milesofregrets for a version of the finale where The Fight goes differently

...After Guillermo gets back from England? Read I design disasters (T) by Lizluz OR it’s only love... it’s not like she’s bleeding out of me (G) by ariereii

...After the Nouveau Theatre de Vampires? Read Everything Stays (E) by Charlubby or We Need to Talk (T) by riskylatte

...Early season 3? Read swim to me, let me enfold you (T) by singing_to_shipwreck OR Slip (G) by Nandors Wizard Hat (enter_the_gloaming) OR There Was Only One Coffin (E) by kookaburrito

...After Guillermo saving Nandor in an assassin attempt taking place during season 2? Read stupid gay thoughts.docx (M) by adrian (MxDucktective)

...not as an actual love confession, but Nandor talking to Guillermo about how he finds his blood tempting but finds him too important to eat him? Read Confession (T) by walkwithursus

Hookups taking place before season 3

Do you want...

...sex that “totally doesn’t involve feelings”? Try one of the following:

-been saving it all for you (E) by returnsandreturns, a “let’s help get rid of the virginity issue” one

-5 times Nandor thought he was protecting Guillermo’s virginity + 1 time he did not (E) by Vhett (what it says)

-Business As Usual (And Other Lies We Tell Ourselves) (E) by singing_to_shipwreck, a requisite Memo’s Man Milk related fic. Alternately, same concept with say you’re hungry (i’ll give you meat) (M) by ringfinger

-Strange Effect (E) by lauze, where they hook up while drunk and are happy about it

-Punishment (E) by Vhett, where Nandor finds out that Guillermo is apparently into light BDSM and decides to help out with this

-Seize the Crown (E) by chiaroscure for hair-brushing that turns into Guillermo lightly dominating Nandor

...sex that definitely does involve feelings? Try one of the following:

-To Ease This Precious Ache (E) by sistermichael where they swordfight after the Nouveau Theatre

-Mutually Assured Destruction (M) by CapriDolce, also set after Nouveau Theatre

-all the spells we cast without trying (E) by ghostoftonantzin, which is very fluffy

-The Sketchbook series (T-E) by singing_to_shipwreck, which starts with Nandor finding Guillermo’s sketchbook that has drawings of himself in it

Jealousy-related

Do you want...

...Guillermo attempting to date normally and that not going well? Read Trying hard not to smile, though I feel bad (T) by Lizluz OR it’s strange what desire will make foolish people do (M) by nativeportlandian (which also now has a fantastic sequel called nobody else but me (M) OR Human Touch (T) by beautifulmagick

...The Guide offering to turn Guillermo? Read torture devices from an old best friend (T) by pazu

...Nandor being jealous of various people? Read The Feather and the Camel’s Back (M) by Garden_Beast

Thirst-related/straight-up horny (not that there isn’t horny content in other categories lol)

Do you want...

...Nandor noticing that Guillermo is attractive? Read Deluge (T) by Interrobam or He Wants (E) by Anonymous or Just Like Side-Boob (T) by I_NEED_DOPAMINE for a Guillermo-POV crack-y version of this

...A fic where it turns out there’s a genre of vampire erotica about vampire slayers? Read Let’s Play (Master and Servant) (E) by Dracothelizard

...Guillermo manipulating his way into an attempted shared-ether moment while he’s taking a bath? Read wetdream (E) by adrian (MxDucktective)

...idk how else to put this, a fic about masturbation? Read i’ll be your blank slate baby (E) by animatedpileofbones OR Witness (E) by walkwithursus OR By my very own hands (E) by Lizluz

...established-relationship kinky sex? Read put your loving hand out darlin’ (E) by animatedpileofbones OR Control (E) by Anonymous OR More Than Okay (E) by humorless_hexagon (mind the tags on these because, you know, specific kinks). I would also put darling, if you smell something burning (E) by howlikeagod here, which is also down in the fluff/slice-of-life category. it’s both! and it’s very good

...established-relationship non-kinky but intense sex? Read Need (E) by beautifulmagick

...Guillermo accidentally revealing his feelings by talking during a sex dream? Read I’m dreaming of... (E) by Jackie_Gaytona

AUs

Do you want...

...F/F Nandermo? Read The Orgy (off-camera) (E) by freydient OR A Special Treat (E) by poppy_plant for a smut fic of this, or An Al Quolanudarian Vampire in the Bronx (T) by Interrobam for a fluff fic of this

...A 100k+ slow burn set in a completely different medieval fantasy style world with an arranged marriage but it’s insanely well-written and fun? Read Scenes from An Alliance (M) by Interrobam

...A horny role reversal fic? Read Day Into Night (M) by riskylatte or Bait (E) by Interrobam

...A canon-divergent fic? Read Maintain Cover (M) by Interrobam for a fic where Guillermo joins a vampire slayer group to take them down from within and Nandor almost blows his cover and it is all an excuse for them to have to have sex, OR Lyssavirus (M) by CaptainAFAB for a fic where Guillermo has to be turned for emergency reasons

Angst and Wellness Center fics

Do you want...

...to cry a lot because Nandor is being tortured but then to cry happy tears because the family gets back together? Read the Sense Memory series (M) by telm_393

...to first be like “oh good, they’re getting together” but then be sad? Read Hanging On Past the Last Exit (E) by PeonyRosa

...to read a Wellness Center aftermath fic? Read Terms and Conditions (T) by colazozo OR Living in an Age that Calls Darkness Light (M) by holograms OR set me off, see what I’m worth (T) by arielmagicesi OR What We Do in the Dungeons (T) by sunflowerprince. Or if you want one where Guillermo turns into a vampire by accident during it, read Joy Be the Consequence (E) by machinewithoutfeelings

Fluff or slice-of-life

Do you want...

...hair-brushing? Read Empty Threats (M) by Notthedrones or Intricate Rituals (G) by Perpetually_Confused or You’re a Great Familiar (T) by OrangeChickenPillow or Seize the Crown (E) by chiaroscure

...talking about religious trauma? Read re-crown the creation (T) by adrian (MxDucktective)

...general cute fluff? Read A Soft Touch (G) by tired_teeth or Punch Drunk Love (T) by Doctorinblue or Against the Wind (T) by Anonymous or waste away the year (G) by readandwritesilver or falling forward (T) by owlinaminor or Any Other Name (G) by DarlingImBroken

...Nandor shapeshifting into a cat to get cuddles pre-relationship? Read here kitty, kitty (G) by EnsignDru

...a short but excellently written piece with a bloody kiss? Read obedience, if not control (M) by holograms

...a short but excellently written piece with a kiss-to-shut-you-up kiss? Read Monarch (T) by haventacluewhatimdoing

...a hilarious fic written in the documentary style with lots of cute ridiculous moments? Read my heart is in my hand (yeech!) (T) by howlikeagod

...established-relationship smut? Read darling, if you smell something burning (E) by howlikeagod or Cross My Heart (E) by toraguru or Warmth in Winter (E) by HeartlessMemo (which is also really fluffy)

...Nandor thinking he’s erasing Guillermo’s memory to try and create perfect cute moments? Read Getting It Right (T) by sapphicjasper

...a fic where Nandor deals with age regression (not a kink thing, but a psychological thing) and Guillermo helps take care of him? Read Everything Stays (not rated) by mothmerchant

Other

Do you want...

...outsider perspectives on what the hell is going on with these two? Read One Point Perspective (T) by ghostoftonantzin or like a ghost, i’ll be gone (M) by kyrilu

...a Cloak of Duplication fic? Read love is the red, the rose on your coffin door (M) by partiallyobscure

...I genuinely don’t know where to put this, but this series, The One Where the Crew Has a Betting Pool (M/E) by sistermichael is a masterpiece that starts as a fic that develops the documentary crew as characters who ship Nandor and Guillermo, then develops one of the OCs as a love interest for Guillermo, becomes a polyamory fic, and everyone ends up summoning a god. Highly recommend

...Nandor being anxious about kissing Guillermo because fangs? Read Cuspid (M) by singing_to_shipwreck

Nadja/Laszlo

Do you want...

...makeup sex after the Witches episode? Read Apologize Like You Mean It (E) by DarklyGleaming or The Curious Incident of the Goat in the Nighttime (M) by Cousin Shelley or Imitations of a Masterpiece (E) by StarryEyedDaydreamer

...their first meeting? Read From the Moment I First Saw You (G) by Lesbian_in_leather

...Laszlo talking about gender with Nadja? Read laughing away through my feeble disguise (T) by spacemanrhys

...adorable fluff? Read A Night to Forget (G) by fangingout or They Will Find Me In Your Arms (T) by Ellienerd14

...post-season 3 angst? Read A Letter (G) by fangingout if you want Nadja being sad alone, or Salt (M) by nea9 if you want a bittersweet reunion

...adorable fluff AND post-season 3 angst? Read you were a storm and I a sail (M) by arielmagicesi

...a role-reversal AU where Laszlo is Nadja’s familiar? Read A Familiar Foxtrot (M) by Whatwewrote

Other/rarepairs

Nadja and women

Do you want...

...Jenna/Nadja? Read two neat divots (E) by estherroberts OR she had a chassis like an xjs (a skull necklace like a high priestess) (E) by ghostoftonantzin (which has both Laszlo and Nadja training Jenna for an orgy)

...Lilith/Nadja? Read Old Habits (not rated) by fangingout or Eventually (G) by Lesbian_in_leather or Burn the witch (E) by nea9

...Charmaine/Nadja? Read Neighborly Relations (T) by Red Eyes Black Scythe or just because i have bad hair doesn’t mean that I’m polyamorous (T) by arielmagicesi

Other

Do you want...

...a Laszlo/Guillermo fic? Read Lending a Hand (E) by Dracothelizard or Six Ways ‘Til Chelsea (M) by sistermichael

...a Laszlo/Nandor/Guillermo fic? Read Before Dawn (E) by Jackie_Gaytona

...a fic where Laszlo and Guillermo fake-date to make Nandor jealous? Read Better Get a Chaperone (T) by ghostoftonantzin

...a Nadja/reader fic? Read Stake It or Leave It (E) by mileskaane

...a Colin/Guillermo fic? (this is not my thing lol but it’s a funny and well-written fic) Read Bad News Gets Worse (M) by returnofthelu

...a Nandor/Laszlo/Nadja/Guillermo fic (with both Nadja/Laszlo and Nandor/Guillermo feelings)? Read they’re gonna make me into sweet red wine (E) by inkstainedwretch

Ensemble/Gen Fics (which may include romantic elements)

Season 3 finale related

Do you want...

...a finale fix-it featuring Nadja and Guillermo being friends, Nandor and Laszlo fighting, Laszlo and Nadja reuniting and making up, and Nandor and Guillermo getting together? and baby Colin? Read if i die here tonight, i die in my sleep (M) by arielmagicesi. Yes that’s my fic and I’m very proud of it

...on-point sad emotions from everyone in the finale? Read Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here (G) by Lesbian_in_leather

Gender and sexuality time

Do you want...

...the gang goes to pride? Read they come out at night (T) by spacemanrhys

...the gang is all trans and Nandor is questioning his gender? Read Fighting Between a Rock and Why Bother (not rated) by mothmerchant

Friendship

Do you want...

...Nadja & Guillermo friendship? Read Crying in the Club (T) by LaCroixWitch or Ship to wreck (M) by nea9

...Laszlo & Guillermo friendship? Read A Heart of Gold (G) by OrangeChickenPillow OR we all bleed the same damned blood (T) by readandwritesilver (which features trans Laszlo and trans Guillermo)

Found family/full ensemble

Do you want...

...taking care of a kid? If it’s baby Colin Robinson, read Uncle Afanas (G) by letek. If it’s the whole gang taking care of an OC baby, read the Accidental Baby Acquisition series (M) by cosmicocean

...all three night-walkers revealing that they care for Guillermo very much? Read Salt in the Wound (T) by nativeportlandian

...a cute fic where we see both couples navigating their relationships while also trying to help out teenage Colin Robinson? Read Vampire Vignettes (E) by arielmagicesi

...everyone in the house grooming each other platonically? Read A Meaningful Touch (G) by tired_teeth

Individual Character Focus

Nandor

Do you want...

...a short fic about Nandor’s mortality issues (featuring Nandor having pointy ears)? Read Like a thunderstorm, everything erupts (T) by MrSpockify

...a fic that addresses Nandor’s mental illness (warning for eating disorder and cult issues)? Read sick city (M) by kyrilu

...a long fic of Nandor’s whole life (or un-life, rather) story? Read It’s a Terrible Habit (E) by Rainbow Smite (apathys_whore)

...a fic that is more about an OC that’s one of his 37 wives, exploring his time in Al-Quolinudar and is genuinely really interesting? Read The First Wife of the Last Vampire of Al-Quolindar (T) by secretsofluftnarp

Guillermo

Do you want...

...a Panera Bread origin story? Read How to Be Goth at Panera Bread (M) by howlikeagod which I maintain is the best fic in the fandom, or Despite the Warning Signs (M) by Lizluz, or Behind the Breads of the Panera (T) by rallamajoop

...trans Guillermo? Read The Name of a Warrior (T) by Manfred_stone or Time Off (T) by colormehappy or i’ll be your mirror (T) by CaptainAFAB or Portraits (G) by TheOceanIsMyInkwell

...an absolutely hilarious and perfect crack fic which is also a crossover with My Brother, My Brother, and Me (you don’t have to be familiar with the podcast to read it though)? Read But Not Too Not Familiar (not rated) by howlikeagod

...Guillermo hanging out with the Mosquito Collectors? Read A Fine, Unnatural Sight (T) by howlikeagod

...a fic that explores Guillermo’s religious trauma? Read thorn in my side / stake in your heart (T) by adrian (MxDucktective) who also has another excellent fic on this premise that is more Nandor/Guillermo focused

...a fic where Guillermo is incidentally immortal/invincible without vampire powers whoops? Read You’re Dead (and Outta this World) (T) by TheOceanIsMyInkwell

Nadja

Do you want just an amazing fic of Nadja’s full life (or un-life, rather) story? Read Blessed with beauty and rage (M) by nea9

Crack

For a fic where Colin takes Laszlo and Nadja to an asexual meetup to feed off their misunderstanding: Coming Up Aces (M) by Heather N

For a fic that includes the vampires from the movie: Transcript of a Lost Tape (T) by selfindulgences

And I’d also include Neighborly Relations (T) by Red Eyes Black Scythe as a crack fic (it’s also listed in the Nadja/Charmaine category above) as well as But Not Too Not Familiar by howlikeagod which is listed in the Guillermo category above

I’ll add to this if I read more! and if you have recommendations for me, please let me know! There’s less than 1500 fics in the AO3 tag at the moment so it was easy for me to read a good chunk of them with my obsession and procrastination skills being what they are, but I’m sure there’s some amazing ones I missed. I’d LOVE to read more Nadja-centric fic if anyone has any!

Thanks for reading through this behemoth. It’s the result of me being insane

[stardustprompts]

what we do in the shadows  --  season 3 sentence starters  part 1 change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw :   nsfw , language , death , sexism

‘still, he should not have done so much slaughtering.’

‘well, I guess I should just shut the fuck up then.’ 

‘thank you for saving us, but sorry, you’re our mortal enemy-- you’ve got to die, babes.’ 

‘but how do you know he is not going to kill us? it is in his bloods.’

‘perhaps he is warning us of an imminent danger.’ 

‘now remember, do not look him directly in the eyes. we still do not know the depths of his power.’ 

‘so has there been any updates on my fate?’

‘I’m not trying to kill anyone either, except for you!’

‘you may speak but, remember, no bullshit from thy mouth.’ 

‘I love thrones! they’re my favorite chair.’ 

‘I became a vampire to suck blood and to fuck forever.’

‘you were shitting yourself for a moment there, weren’t you?’

‘is your brain fully operational?’ 

‘ (name) and I have agreed to work together as a team.’ 

‘ for now, I’m letting (name) think that we are ‘sharing power’.’

‘don’t monkey about with that!’ 

‘I’d go myself, but I can’t be fucked.’ 

‘these buns will be waiting for you.’ 

‘I am prepared to escalate matters to crazy levels!’

‘she’s angry, as women so often are.’ 

‘well, you started by calling me dipshit.’ 

‘you, my darling, have the high firm ass of an irish derby winner.’

‘it could be that he has feelings for you, too.’ 

‘you seem really into him.’

‘you have turned into a very very soft boy!’

‘me, personally, I don’t give a shit where he goes.’ 

‘the cat’s out the bag! your boy’s in love!’ 

‘I have no issue with (name).’

‘between you and me, I wouldn’t normally spend this much time with him.’ 

‘I figure the quicker he gets on with it, the quicker he’ll shut his mouth.’ 

‘agree with what? I didn’t say anything.’ 

‘I don’t really remember my mom anymore.’ 

‘we can have a girlie to girlie conversation.’ 

‘being a werewolf is not a crime!’

‘the only crime that my (name) is guilty of is stealing. stealing my heart.’ 

‘okay now look, we’re not here to cause trouble, we’re just here to, you know, be nice. and nonconfrontational.’ 

‘not only am I his bodyguard, I am also his heart guard.’ 

‘I always knew we couldn’t trust your kind!’ 

‘attention! the party bus will be leaving in a moment.’ 

‘no, I was just being polite. it’s obviously very shitty.’ 

‘holy shit! it’s just like ocean’s eleven!’

‘I mean, at every office I’ve worked at, they always say ‘we’re a big family here’. and it does motivate people to work harder and neglect their actual families and put up with all sorts of degrading shit.’ 

‘have you got a little secret, you little sick fuck?’ 

‘do you know what the most beautiful thing in the world is? fucking.’ 

‘you know how it is when you have the binge - watch blinders on. I got caught up in a show that i’m obsessed with.’ 

‘I can feel my powers fading!’

‘I need to borrow your credit card and not tell you why.’ 

‘fucking knicks. they’ll break your heart every time. but I can’t quit ‘em.’ 

‘listen, I trust you. you’re my main man, I’d die for you.’ 

‘I need to sort this, and I need to sort it now.’ 

‘and in a single instant, my world was turned upside down.’ 

‘this is science.’ 

‘I am all alone, floating through the cold, dark universe like a little grain of furry sand.’

‘I have never felt so small, and what is the point of anything?’ 

‘i’m pretty certain it might be this way.’ 

‘it’ll take awhile to play but I think if we start now we should be done by dawn.’ 

‘i’m in too deep.’ 

‘I could kiss you, (name)!’

‘it’s all a big game of chess. I just didn’t say who was playing whom.’ 

‘okay hear me out, if you tell me the rules, I’d be down to follow them.’ 

‘that was a shit response, wasn’t it?’ 

‘I guess I do fucked-up shit now. that’s just who I am.’ 

‘no one said that. please do not talk anymore.’ 

‘okay, fine, I don’t even care at this point.’ 

[free-boundsoul]

Seventh Day of Christmas: Sweets

“Okay, I got gingerbread, and sugar cookies…snickerdoodles, peanut butter blossoms…thumbprints, cornflake Christmas wreaths…meltaways… Alright, all that’s left is the fudge and then I can get the platters all made up-“

“Lovely? What are you- woah… um, how many platters are you giving out?” They blinked, turning to see Vincent in the doorway, his hair dusted with snow that was starting to melt.

“Well, I know vampires don’t need to eat, but I thought Will and Sam might like one each. And then I’m making one for my friend at school and their partners, so it’s gotta be enough. One for my therapist… and then we need some.” They listed off, looking back at the mounds of cookies that took up the dining room table. “I still have the fudge to make… did I overdo it?”

Strong arms wrapped around their waist as they were pulled back into his chest, his lips planting a kiss at the top of their head. “Nah. I just wished I’d known how much so I could have helped.”

“You were at class. I couldn’t sleep, so… baking. If you want, we can make the fudge together? It’s a lot of stirring and watching.”

He hummed, fingers toying with the strings of the apron they’d put on, “I would like nothing more. Though once it’s done, we really should try to get you some sleep. You don’t have class tomorrow, or, should I say today?”

They tapped at his hand before they started to oil the saucepan they were going to use. “I’ll sleep…in exchange for cuddles?”

“Oh? Are we negotiating now?” His chuckle reverberated in their ear, sending a shiver down their spine that they tried not to show. And failed, if his lips curling against their neck was any indication.

“Well, it’s… easier to fall asleep with you holding me.” They admitted quietly, though their voice sounded so loud in their ears. They started to pour in the ingredients and start the stove, trying to busy themselves with the task at hand instead of focusing on the vulnerable feeling that was trying to crawl up their throat.

Cool, strong fingers covered theirs on the spoon they were stirring with, the arm still around their waist tightening just a bit. “Thank you, Lovely.” His lips pressed against their cheek, that creeping sensation falling away as they leaned into his touch. “I’m grateful that I can help you sleep. Even if it’s just my rambling that bores you so much you pass out.” He teased.

They rolled their eyes, still stirring as the ingredients started to melt. “You don’t bore me. You just… your voice is soothing and it helps me relax… you help me relax.”

They let out a small hum as his lips trailed down their neck, leaving gentle, soft kisses in their wake. “I can really help you relax once we’re done with this. How long do we stir?”

“About twenty minutes? It’s low heat so the sugar doesn’t burn too fast.”

“Twenty minutes? Of just stirring? How do people make this all the time without losing their sanity?” Vincent chuckled against their skin, the hand on their waist splaying out right below their navel to pull them in closer.

“I guess not everyone has their boyfriend to distract them from the menial task.” They tried to keep their tone dry as the sarcasm called for, but their voice wavered when his teeth grazed against the fluttering beat at their throat.

“Oh, those poor people… well, it’s a good thing I am well versed at multitasking.” He murmured, his pace never slowing as he stirred even as his lips wrapped around that spot and sucked. Embers flickering to life beneath his hand as he pulled back just enough for his breath to graze against the sensitive skin they knew he’d left his mark on. His chuckle snapping them from the haze he’d induced in their mind, “Though I guess you might be having a little trouble with that?” His hand squeezed theirs, their arm having gone limp and just following his direction.

Heat crept up their neck at the call-out, which only got worse when he chuckled lowly in their ear again as they tightened their grip on the spoon and focused on the bubbles that were just beginning to form. “There’s the blush I love so much. It’s a wonder I can still fluster you. I thought you’d be immune to my charms by now, Lovely.”

If anything, he was able to fluster them more since the first time they met him. Getting to know the man behind the flirty, seductive charade; learning about the sweet, caring soul that had his moments of dorkiness that could make them laugh, along with that teasing side that could make them weak. They leaned back against him, that cool strength that was ever-present not faltering as he took their weight. Their lips grazing his jaw in a featherlight kiss before they smiled, “I doubt there will ever be a day where I won’t be affected by you. Every day I just fall more and more in love with you, Vincent.”

There was a pause as they pulled the spoon from the pot, using the candy thermometer to check the temperature before Vincent was peppering them with kisses. Small, light pecks to wherever he could reach, their neck, their jaw, their shoulder and even some on their cheek when they turned to him, spurring a fit of giggles out of them. “Vince! It’s gonna burn...”

“Sorry, little one, it’s just...god I love you so much.” He murmured against their skin, so soft and so warm that it made them feel so light. “You can’t just say things like that when I’m trying to seduce you, that’s not fair.”

“All’s fair in love and war, baby. The fudge is done, can you grab me the pan right there?” They asked, pointing to it as they turned off the heat and lifted the saucepan off the heat.

“Aww, I have to let go of you?” He teased, pressing one more kiss to their jaw before releasing them to grab the pan and put it where they nodded to.

“Okay, now, just gotta pour this in, try to keep it even. With fudge, you shouldn’t scrape the edges of the pan to get it all, since the edges could have more crystals and we don’t want that to mess with the consistency.” They got as much out as they could before they spread it, “And then we let it cool. And we can enjoy the leftovers.”

They scooped up a bit of the still-warm fudge from the pan’s edge, going to lift their hand to their mouth before their wrist was caught in a gentle grip. Vincent’s silver eyes glinting with mischief as he took the digit in his mouth, tongue dragging against the pad of their finger to lick the confection off. The edge of his teeth scraping against the tip had those embers at their core flickering to life again before he pulled back, but not before he pressed his lips against their fingertip in a light kiss.

“Mmm, so sweet, Lovely... though I’m not sure if that was the fudge or you.” His eyes growing darker at the shiver that went through them at how his voice practically purr out. “How about we partake in a few taste tests in the bedroom?”

“The bedroom? Why in....oh. Oh...Okay, yeah, yep. The bedroom sounds great.”

[luminnara]

God Damn, Shit Sucking Vampires | Poly lost boys x oc CH 9

(oops no gif because the ones i want won’t upload right now)

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Tags:  @americancowgirl19 @ilikechocolatemilkh

Warnings: Blood, gore, vampire things

Hearing a strange voice in her head nearly drove Vera into a panic. When she realized she was hearing Max, she nearly flew into a second panic, the sire’s strong, firm voice only reassuring her that all of her fears were correct and he wasn’t going to like her very much. 

As she walked along the beach, bare toes sinking into the sand, Dwayne at her side, Vera briefly wondered how hard it would be to kill Max if it came down to a struggle. Did she have a chance against him? Maybe, if she stooped low enough to cry for her own sire, he would come and take care of it—

“Hey, chill out,” Dwayne said, stopping and turning towards her slightly. “What’s wrong?”

She realized she had halted and was simply standing there, staring at nothing as her mind raced. He could probably feel how freaked out she was getting, and as she looked at him, she found a gentle, understanding expression on his face. 

“C’mere,” he said, his voice low and rumbly and comforting. 

He opened his arms in invitation and she dove right in, moving quickly and desperately enough that she knocked him right onto his ass. He landed in the sand with a laugh, situating the two of them so that she could sit in his lap and they could face the dark, never ending ocean. 

“Did Max freak you out?” Dwayne asked as Vera tucked her head under his chin. 

“...a little.” 

“Why?”

She sighed. Something about Dwayne made her feel so safe that she was actually considering talking with him about things she hadn’t even told David yet. “Because I’m not used to this. I’m used to vampires who want me out of their territory the second I even get close, and I can’t really blame them.”

“This is your territory, too.” He said. “You’re the one who’ll be kicking people out of it now.”

“I don’t think Max is going to like me.” She grumbled. 

“Why not?”

She was quiet for a moment, fiddling with the zipper of his jacket. “Because he’ll see me as a threat.”

“Max isn’t like that.”

“You’re just saying that now because he’s your sire.”

“No, I’m saying it because I mean it.” Dwayne rested his cheek on the top of her head, his hand absentmindedly rubbing circles on her back. “Max wants a family. Now you’re part of that family.”

He sounded so sure of his own words that Vera was actually feeling inclined to believe him for a moment. “Parents don’t tend to like me.”

“Anyone who can handle having Paul in their pack can handle you.”

She scoffed. “He isn’t that bad.”

“Maybe to you.” Dwayne chuckled. He tightened his arms around her when he realized that his jokes weren’t very reassuring. “Max is a good man. A good sire.”

“Why?” Vera asked. “What does he do that makes you like him so much?”

“Well,” Dwayne situated them a bit better, getting more comfortable. “He’s fair. He acts stern, but...he sees himself as our father.”

“Don’t they always?” Vera grumbled. 

“He calls David his prodigal son, but he always wanted a whole family. He ended up with the four of us.”

“So, what? He plucked you all up out of the gutter and that makes him a good guy?”

“Why are you so determined to hate him?”

“I’m not!” she protested. “I’m just...wary.”

“Max gave us new lives.” Dwayne sighed. “He found us back in San Francisco after we got ourselves in some trouble with another vampire.”

Vera had to snort in amusement at that. “Seriously? Who’d you pick a fight with? Dracula?”

“Well…”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

He flashed her a smile. “How were we supposed to know who he was?”

“Humans really have no self preservation instincts, do they?”

“Apparently not.” Dwayne chuckled, squeezing her. 

“How long ago was it?”

“1906, same year as that big earthquake. Tore the whole city apart...it was the perfect time for four vampires to start learning how to survive, with all that chaos. People were dead, more were missing...nobody noticed a few more disappearing here and there.”

“Is that why Max and, uh...Vlad were there?” Vera asked. 

“I imagine.” Dwayne shrugged. “We resisted at first. David was especially pissed off.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Vera laughed quietly. 

“But...we took to the lifestyle pretty quickly.”

“And that’s that?” Vera asked. 

“That’s that.” he shrugged. “Max wants to be a father figure. He turned David because he wanted a son, and he taught him everything he knew. Then, he decided David needed companions, and he happened to find me not long after. Then the others. Max isn’t a bad guy, Vera. You’ll see.”

“That’s what everybody says about their own sire.” she said, looking out at the black waves as they crashed against the sand just a few feet in front of her. “Everyone wants to talk their sires up, because without them, we’re nothing. Just because your own sire is nice to you doesn’t mean he’ll be nice to me.”

“What’s so bad about your own that you think ours is so awful?”

The question hung in the air for a moment, Vera’s mouth pressing into a thin line. “Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.” Dwayne opened his eyes, rubbing his cheek over the top of her head affectionately. 

“I’m not.”

“I know that you are, though.”

Vera let out a frustrated noise, then heaved a sigh. Maybe talking about this could be good for her. Maybe verbalizing thoughts and fears that she’d been living with for centuries could finally help her get over them...and if anyone was a good listener, it would be Dwayne. 

“Okay, fine.” she said. “What’s so bad about my sire? Everything. Everything is what’s bad about him, literally.”

“Where’s he from?” Dwayne asked. 

“The old country. Like...the old old country.”

“Why are you so reluctant to talk about him?” Dwayne’s voice was low and gentle, barely audible over the sound of the waves. 

“Because he’s got a reputation.” she fiddled with the hem of her shorts. “Most older vampires know of him. You guys might not, and if we had a different situation, I’d say it should stay that way.”

“That serious, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

“Hmm.” Dwayne’s chest rumbled. “The others should hear about this, too.”

“Yeah, they should.” she sighed again, her voice small. She felt small in general, all curled up in Dwayne’s lap like that. Small and helpless. She wasn’t, though, and she didn’t want them to think that she was. So she cleared her throat, trying to muster as much confidence as she could, ignoring the mild twisting in her gut. “I’ll tell you guys everything tomorrow night.”

Dwayne made a small, impatient sound. 

“Max will want to hear, too.”

“That’s a good point,” he admitted. “You know, I still need to hunt for you…”

Vera perked up slightly. The thought of food made the tight feeling in her chest loosen up slightly, and she looked at Dwayne eagerly. “Yes, please.”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around her as he stood and set her back on her feet. “Then let’s go find some snacks, Princess.”

-0-

“You know, we don’t have to do this. We could just go back to the cave--”

“What happened to that tough attitude you had a few days ago?” David raised an eyebrow, looking amused as he pulled Vera off the back of his bike.

“I’m still tough,” she growled, knowing that he could very easily feel how nervous she was. 

“Come on, babe,” Paul parked his bike next to David’s and bounded over to her. “You’ll be fine.”

“We’d never let anything happen to ya,” Marko said, following Paul. 

Vera knew he was telling the truth, but it didn’t make her feel any better. She had barely slept the entire day, waking up restless and on edge as soon as the sun disappeared, and it had taken a good deal of coaxing from David to even get her to leave the roost. They took Star and Laddie to the boardwalk, dropped them off with some cash, and then headed off to Max’s house.

David told Vera along the way that Star and Laddie weren’t allowed to know where Max lived. They really weren’t allowed to know anything about him in general, in order to protect him, so when the pack walked up to the front gate of their sire’s home, it was only the four boys who accompanied Vera. She didn’t mind; having Star around would have only put her more on edge, probably, and she had been glad to leave the halfling behind. 

As she faced the gated bridge that led to Max’s completely normal-looking, Californian home, Vera did everything she could to act confident. She squared her shoulders, held her chin up, and pretended that she had nothing to worry about...but the boys could see right through the facade, and as they joined her, they all fell into a little formation. In moments, Vera was surrounded by them, David offering his arm while the others stepped into their spots behind. It made her feel better, knowing that they were all there to protect her...but at the same time, she still wished they were all out wandering the boardwalk. 

“So brave,” David sneered as she took his arm. 

“Shut up.” she growled, vaguely aware of Dwayne’s hand on her lower back. 

“Relax,” Marko purred. 

“Don’t you dare tell me to relax, Marko, I swear—“

The barking of a rapidly approaching dog interrupted her, the sound of paws thumping rhythmically against the wooden walkway drawing her attention away from the boys. A big white hellhound was barreling towards the gate, all teeth and rage, and although it looked like it wanted to tear her limbs off, the sight of such a beast made Vera temporarily forget why she was so anxious. Even as it barked and snarled and threw itself against the gate, she thought that it was absolutely adorable.

“Oh, look at you!” She squealed as the boys all jumped back. When she took a step forward, David tried to yank her towards him, but she slipped away easily, too focused on this hellhound to care. 

“You’re such a big handsome boy,” she said, in a voice that made Paul jealous. 

“No fair,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. “Why’s the dumb dog get all that?”

Marko glanced at the taller blond nervously. “Don’t call him dumb, you remember what happened last time?”

Paul groaned, rolling his eyes at the memory of nearly losing a hand. 

The dog stopped barking as Vera approached, falling silent as it sniffed the air around her. The vicious look on its face was gone, replaced by curiosity, and when Vera ignored David’s irritated warnings and reached over the gate to pet it, the animal whined. 

“You must be Thorn,” Vera cooed, scratching behind its ears. “What a big, brave, hell-y hellhound you are, yes you are!”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Paul said as he watched. 

“What?” Vera asked, looking over her shoulder at him. 

“Thorn doesn’t like any of us.” Marko huffed. “Why’s he like you so much?”

“Well...he can probably smell my sire on me,” Vera said. “Might remind him of home. Hellhounds usually like me because of that.”

“...Home?” Paul asked. 

“I’ll tell you later.”

“But I wanna know now!” he whined.

Thorn growled at him. 

“Thorn!” a male voice called from the other end of the little bridge. 

Vera immediately stiffened. The front door of the house had opened, and in it stood a man, wearing a very stylish suit and horn rimmed glasses. Thorn heeded his master’s call, giving Paul one last woof before trotting back towards Max. His departure freed the front gate, and David brushed past Vera to open it, taking her hand and leading the gang across the walkway. 

“Boys,” Max greeted as they approached him. He offered David a stern smile, one which David didn’t return, and when Max’s eyes fell upon Vera all tucked up against his side, his eyes narrowed slightly. “And you must be Vera.”

She didn’t like that he knew her name. It was inevitable that he’d find out what it was, but still...she kept clinging to the hope that maybe, he wouldn’t learn too much about her. The boys seemed so convinced that Max was just an annoying father, but as Vera took him in, she could see that behind the trendy, 80s-dad facade, there was an old, powerful vampire, and those were the kind she didn’t get along with very well. 

“Well, come in, everyone, before dinner gets cold. I made sure to get all your favorites, boys.” Max stepped to the side, inviting them over the threshold in a very courteous way, one that suggested he had nothing to fear from the boys or Vera.

“You shouldn’t have,” David sneered sarcastically as he walked in. 

“Would it kill you to be nice?” Vera hissed. 

He rolled his eyes.

Max noticed the exchange with a bemused expression on his face. “Go on in and sit down. The table’s already set.”

The house was nice. It wasn’t incredibly extravagant, by any means, but it was perfectly well decorated, modern art that Vera didn’t quite know how to appreciate hanging on the walls. Everything was clean and organized, not a speck of dust in sight, as opposed to the state of decay the boys kept their lair in. Max seemed to enjoy playing the role of a video store owner, and his home reflected that; if anyone came to visit, they wouldn’t see a single item out of place, nor would they have any reason to be suspicious of him. There were no torture devices, no loose vials of blood sitting around, no skulls or human skin nailed up. It looked so...normal. 

Vera almost stopped to wonder why exactly she was so nervous...and then she heard the whimpering.

“Geez, Max,” Paul remarked as they rounded the corner and entered the dining room, “you really shouldn’t have.”

“Well, fresh caught is always the best,” Max said. “Don’t you agree?”

“Hell yeah,” Marko growled, lips pulled back in a grin. 

The dining room table was covered in an array of meats, from a suckling pig in the center to a rack of ribs at the end. Six chairs surrounded the feast, plates and cutlery set out at each spot, with big glass goblets already half full of blood ready and waiting. Next to each chair stood a human, frozen due to both fear and Max’s vampire magic, a couple of them shaking and considerably more conscious than the others. 

Max walked to his place at the head of the table, Thorn at his side as he took his seat. David sat at the far end, facing him, his eyes dark and hungry as he held himself back. Dwayne sat at David’s left side, Vera at his right, while Paul and Marko took the remaining two chairs and tried not to completely lose their minds. They were shaking almost as much as the humans were, Paul looking at his blood donor eagerly while Marko held a little sneer on his face that suggested he was about ten seconds from ripping his apart.

“Dig in, everyone,” Max said, taking his cloth napkin and tucking it into his shirt collar. “But please try not to make a mess. There’s more than enough here for each of you.”

David immediately grabbed the arm of his meal, sinking his fangs in and taking a drink while Max preferred to drain his into the goblet he had set out for himself. Vera could only watch, stunned, as the carnage began, and before long, she was joining in. The human Max had caught for her was a middle aged clergyman, and she had to tear through his holy sleeve to get to his flesh. 

She didn’t mind, though; she very rarely ever got to eat members of the clergy. They were generally too much work to hunt down, and since she had an aversion to churches, well...like most vampires, she tended to leave them alone. It was hard to nab them without making a spectacle and letting the entire town know that something was amiss. So, all things considered, a little bit of extra work involving a mouthful of fabric was worth it. This was like a special treat for her, and she couldn’t help but drain him all in one go, still holding on even after he had collapsed in a bloodless heap on the floor. 

When she looked up, she realized that Max was watching her. 

“So,” he said, speaking over the hellish sounds of the others slurping up their meals, “I believe some congratulations are in order. Welcome to the family, Vera.”

She swallowed her last mouthful of blood and looked at him. “Uh...thanks. I-I mean, thank you.”

Max picked up his silverware, cutting a slice of ham for himself. “Where are you from, Vera?”

“I wander,” she said, following suit and stabbing her fork into a raw steak. 

“I’ve surmised that much,” Max chuckled good-naturedly. “I meant where are you from originally.”

“...oh.” She cleared her throat somewhat awkwardly. “Italy.”

“Italy!” Max exclaimed. “Such a lovely region. I haven’t visited The Mediterranean since I left the old country myself. If I didn’t have the shop here, perhaps I’d take a trip...have you been back recently?”

“No,” she crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying to act like she wasn’t fidgeting. She took a bite of her steak, focusing on the blood as it trickled down her throat. 

Max reached for his goblet, raising the blood to his lips and taking a drink. “And your sire, is he still in Europe?”

Vera almost choked on her food. 

By this point, the boys were all watching. Paul was licking blood off his lips while Marko still had his dinner’s forearm in his mouth, but David and Dwayne were both focused solely on the conversation at hand, their eyes narrowed slightly as they listened. 

When she realized that everyone was waiting, Vera coughed into her fist, clearing her throat. “Y-yes, he is.”

Max’s eyes darkened, despite the smile on his face. “You know you need to tell me about him, Vera.”

“There’s not much to tell,” she lied, turning back to her steak. “Just an ancient vampire, out there in the old country. Not very exciting.”

“Exciting or not, I’d still prefer to know who he is.” Max said. 

She shrugged, reaching for her glass to take a nervous drink. “I doubt you’d know him.”

“When you drink that blood, you’ll be joining our family.”

She froze, hand on the stem of the glass.

“I’m sure your sire will be able to feel it. I’d hate to be rude and not even know his name in the event he visits one day.”

Vera stared at the blood—Max’s blood—as her fingers tightened around the stem. “You don’t want him to visit.”

“Oh?” Max asked, appearing as relaxed as ever. “Why not?”

“Because of who he is.” She closed her eyes for a moment. “And what he can do.”

Dwayne and David glanced at each other. 

When Max spoke again, his voice was softer, gentler than before. “What is your sire’s name, Vera?”

With a great deal of effort, she opened her eyes again, still staring into the blood rather than at any of them. 

“Asmodeus.” She said. “My sire is Asmodeus.”

[sweetbunnykook]

Teeth (M)

Servant Vampire!JK x Royal Vampire!Noona - Oneshot/Drabble

Warning: blood, light smut (soft femdom, blood drinking)

Word: 1,462

Synopsis: Your obedient servant has a craving only you can satiate. 

“Noona, it hurts.”

You look up from your copy of Frankenstein, fully absorbed in its beauty to the point that it took you a little more than a few seconds to register your young servant is speaking. Jungkook stands leaning against the door frame of your dark bedroom warmed with an awakened fireplace, his deep brown eyes tinted wine crimson at the sight of your long legs peeking from underneath your white nightgown. He held his half-open backpack in one hand, crumbled notes from his lectures spilling over, while the other hand holds the sharp corner of his jaw.

“Come here, love,” you coo when his eyes begin to water, his fingers fumbling through the thick maroon plaid button down to wipe away stray droplets of blood that had tinted his lips from biting the insides of his cheeks all day. It must have been painful for him sitting close to warm-blooded humans without being able to dig his teeth into their skin.

Without hesitation, Jungkook drags his feet towards your reclining figure and flops onto your lap, pushing away your book rather rudely. You shove aside the thought that it would be troublesome to find where you left off when Jungkook is too impatient to wait for you to place a ribbon between the pages.

“Now tell me what’s wrong?” You cup his face in your hands, the warmth of his skin catching you off guard. Ah, he’s still very much human.

“My teeth hurts so bad, noona,” he whines, opening his mouth slightly for effect. You can see the four canines – two on top and two on the bottom – that had grown to the point that it protrudes just slightly when he snaps his jaw back into place. He’s growing into his fangs slowly but surely. “I can’t eat anything,” he swallows, “because it hurts to chew. Even drinking from a glass hurts because they keep getting in the way.”

“You’re teething, darling, it’s going to hurt a little at first. Most of our kind go through this rite of passage. ”

He pouts, his swollen bottom lip jutting towards the sky. He’s a bit envious that you’ve never experienced how painful teething is as you have tasted blood since your creation. You came into the world with flesh under your teeth and without fear in your eyes.

“I know but…still.” He huffs. “I-I don’t even crave blood that badly.” He explains himself with a lie that easily makes you smile. “I just…don’t know why I have to grow them so quickly. I had an exam today and I’m sure I failed it because I can’t stop focusing on these aching fangs.”

You brush your fingers over his cheekbones and his strong eyebrows. You let his Michelangelo waves smooth between your fingers and over your almond nails. If you weren’t such a forgiving mistress, you would have slapped him across the face for insinuating that your timing caused an inconvenience for him. If your family heard that you are letting a servant speak to you this way, you would have an earful all eternity.

Hundreds of years have gone by and many servants have gone in and out of your bedroom, but never one as endearing and ill-mannered as Jeon Jungkook. Fate pulled you to him. When you discovered him gazing at the portrait of you at a museum with eyes full of mirth, you knew he was meant for you. You knew he was meant to braid your hair and kiss your feet. He was meant to be in a queen’s bedchamber – in your bedchamber – worshipping you and defiling you in the same swivel of his hips that shoves his swollen cock into your plushness.

“Your body wants flesh more than blood. It wants to practice...you should let me help.” You smile, knowing how troubled he might be feeling. You had to admire his self-restraint.

He shakes his head free of your face scrunched with pain, brows furrowing even more as his eyes turn a brighter shade of crimson. As hurt as he is, he’s reluctant to let you bleed on his tongue. How exasperating yet endearing that he still considers you more human than monster. You’ve felt more than a puncture in your long, endless years.

“It would hurt you, noona.”

“I promise you I can take it.”

He shakes his head again although his heartbeat is growing erratic in your ears. “I don’t want that…I’d lose control.”

You gently maneuver his jaw towards you so that he can gaze deep in your golden honey eyes. He sighs  as your nails drag up the slope of his neck, lips parting just slightly when he catches a glimpse of your breast through the transparent dress. “Have you forgotten that I’m immortal, love?”

“Immortal does not mean free of pain.”

“Who says I would feel pain?” You ask. “I might feel pleasure, love.” You slip your fingers underneath his plaid shirt, watching him closely when he whimpers softly at your stone-cold fingers brushing over his hard pecs, over his hardening nipples. He’s shaped like a fallen angel, so perfectly innocent at first sight but hidden underneath is a body worthy of an incubus’s envy.

His top fangs uncovers from underneath his pink top lip as you bend forward, breasts hovering above his nose as you undo the buttons of his plaid top and let it fall open. You can see your emblem on the side of his tight waist still fresh and glowing a vibrant scarlet. Jungkook moans softly, hips jolting off the layered lotus silk sheets when you trace the mark with the pad of your thumb. He scrunches his eyes and exhales, restraining from pleading for your mercy for fear that you would halt your touches, as painful as it is over the fiery wound.

“See how pain can so easily turn into pleasure, love?”

His stomach clenches, hips snapping up once more as his black skinny jeans tighten. Shameless and spread apart for your picking, your servant couldn’t look any more pretty.

“Y-yes, noona.”

He exhales in relief when you lean away from the wound only to feel his heart fall out of his chest when he watches you slip your nightgown down your cold arms. Your heavy breasts are full and aching for his tongue, his sprouting fangs, and of course his cum when you’ll eventually demand for him to pump his swollen slick cock over your nipples. Jungkook swears his entire body is trembling and he can hear every heartbeat pulse down to his length.

“I command for you to taste me.”

Brows slightly furrowed in concern, Jungkook turns his body towards your chest, sitting upright over your lap as he nuzzles his face into your right breast. He breathes in the scent of royal blood coursing under your skin and your aphrodisiac perfume that smelled of weeping flowers.

“My mistress…all mine…” he whines, jaw falling and latching onto your left breast, engulfing your cold nipple within the cavern of his mouth. His four short fangs dig into your skin with enough force to draw your essence onto his impatient tongue.

Jungkook whines and sighs when the first drop of your sweet blood hits the back of his throat. He suckles, eyes rolling to the back of his head and hips jolting once more as pre-ejaculate coats the inside of his cotton briefs. He can hardly feel your touch as you cup his open jaw with one hand while weaving through his sweat-soaked ebony tresses with the other. His tongue presses firmly against your nipples as he forces his young fangs to puncture deeper, forgetting its limitations. Perhaps he’s more monster than human.

His eyes are still closed when you brush his sticky but parted bangs over his perspired forehead. He must have been hungry but he waited for your permission, your kindness, like a good boy.

“Love?”

Jungkook whimpers, shaking his head, his possessive grip on your breast unrelenting even when you run your thumb over his cheeks. He sucks again, taking a mouthful of your blood in the empty spaces of his mouth before swallowing.

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook’s entire body to fall limp on your lap, head falling over your thighs, lips and chin smudged with deep berry-black blood. You wanted to warn him that your blood is too potent for a newly awakened human like him. You wanted to warn that your blood won’t only give him mind-numbing pleasure with every drop, but that it will make him experience so much pleasure he will succumb to sleep when his body reaches its threshold.

Of course, he’s too impatient and too hungry to listen. Your sweet, sweet servant who now rests like he haven’t slept in years.

“Sweet dreams, Jungkook.”