#wanna draw vampires as horror figures too

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It’s past midnight post rejected lore art

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♰ ᗪEᔕTᖇOY ᗰE ♰

♰ Pairing: dom!energy vampire!yunho x sub!chubby!fem!human!reader

♰ Genre: smut/angst/vampire au/horror

♰ Summary: Life as a human pet to your vampire master means that feeding time is always a special occasion but you've been acting particularly bratty lately so your owner decides to make tonight's dinner one you won't soon forget.

♰ Word Count: 1.5k-ish

♰ Warnings: Yunho's your master so you call him that, he's also feral for you, pet names (my pet, princess, good girl, little human, etc), not so pet names (you get called a fuck toy and a whore. fun times), a sprinkle of degradation if you squint, he's literally draining you of your life force, bondage, strong language, dirty talk, body suspension, unprotected sex, creampie, a lil cum play, blink & you miss it breeding kink, reader's ultra wet, sub space, nipple play, tit sucking, edging, fingering, vaginal penetration w/ vibrator, major Yunie hand kink, rough/deep sex, he also kinda overdoes it on the feeding and thinks he killed you but girl you're fine.

♰ A/N: I'm a horror whore so honestly this is roughly 1.5k worth of vampire smut that exists for the sole reason that I wanna bang vampires and apparently I wanna bang Yunho too. Someone confiscate my laptop ASAP so I can stop being so unhinged. Thanks xoxo ♡

Your master’s favorite room in this sprawling gothic manor you’ve come to call home will always and forever be the dining room...

A dining room that only qualifies as one by way of being a place in which he consumes his food. Between these four walls, upholstered in dark scarlet velvet, you’ll find no table and chair set. No wholesome family photos adorning the walls. No plates or forks or spoons.

Though there may be the occasional knife depending on what your master’s in the mood for. But tonight it isn’t about the blood—something he draws from you on only the rarest of occasions. Tonight it’s about feasting on your energy, devouring the very essence of your soul, and the room is brimming with it.

Ornate light fixtures in each corner illuminate the darkness in an erotic red that seems to pulse around the center of the room where you dangle 4ft from the ground, suspended only by the intricately knotted rope your master’s decorated your naked body in. At your feet a tall figure looms, his presence dominant and imposing. He watches you intently, admiring the meal laid out before him.

You’ve pinned your hair up for him, making it perfect for tugging should you require any disciplinary measures. Your makeup is simple yet alluring, highlighting your features without overpowering them. The rope fashioned around your chest is a corset of sorts that binds your arms behind you, curving back around your breasts to lay them bare for him to see.

Your plush thighs are spread giving him a direct view of the vibrator humming away in your dripping core. The room is silent besides this and, of course, your mindless whimpering. You aren’t allowed to speak, you know better than to disobey this rule, but you can make all the noise you want as long as you control your volume. But that’s so hard isn’t it? When your master’s been edging you for this long—much longer than your ruined little brain can remember—it’s easy to lose control. 

“My pet isn’t forgetting her manners, is she?” Yunho asks, stepping between your legs. Hands gloved in black leather stroke the ropes extending from your ankles up to the ceiling, the vibration of your trembling body quaking through his own. You can see him better now, your handsomely dressed master feasting upon you with those shimmering sapphire pools he calls eyes. All you want in this realm is to be good for him. To be rewarded with his love, his praise, and his touch.

Reaching between your thighs, Yunho spreads the petal soft folds of your pussy, sliding the hood of your clit back to expose the sensitive bundle of nerves. He brushes it with his thumb and your body rushes with a heat that radiates onto him like the rays of the sun.

“Mmm, you feed your master so well” he hums, licking his lips, salivating, “Such a sensitive little cunt.”

Biting down on your bottom lip, you choke your moans down deep in your throat, your stomach tightening at the stimulation. You raise your hips, desperate to truly feel his touch but the gloves won’t let you. That is the mortal torture of this night. 

All week you’ve been acting like a brat, disobeying his orders and throwing tantrums to get his attention. You understand how powerful Yunho is, how important his duties to the vampire council are, but he’s been far busier than usual lately and all those long nights home alone became unbearable.

Yunho can tell how much you’ve missed him by how tightly your pussy clings around the vibrator. “Look at her, so greedy. I really have neglected her. Forgive me, little one” he coos, pushing it into you until your eyes are watering and your head’s thrown back in ecstasy.

Yunho slips the vibrator out at an agonizingly slow pace, stopping at the tip. He groans in delight at the unique taste of the energy you give off as he rotates it in small circles.

“You love when your master punishes you, hmm? Like having this gorgeous pussy tortured until you can’t take it?” he grins, stretching you wide to watch your juices drip to the floor. “That is why you’ve been acting up, isn’t it?”

You respond with broken, honeyed moans and drawn out breaths. Yunho’s draining you, your essence flowing from you like a fountain that feels deceivingly good as it leaves your body. Yunho’s eyes travel up your figure, stopping every now and again to lust after the tender flesh peaking through the ropes. His gaze settles where your breasts bounce against your chest, the rope pushing them up in such a way that your stiffened nipples are begging for his attention.

Yunho leans in, applying delicate kitten licks to your nipple, and hears how frantically your heart beats in your chest. “No coming yet, little one” he hums, taking more of your pillowy breast into his mouth. The bud hardens more against the texture of his tongue and Yunho takes it between his teeth, pinching it just to watch you squirm.

He shoves the vibrator back into you, angling it against your sweet spot, “That’s it, mmph, shit, keep feeding me. Give it all to me.”

The room begins to darken, the minimal lighting doing nothing to keep you from drifting into the shadows. Your bindings seem to fall away and with it the limits of your mortal form. You’re left floating in a space too euphoric for words, completely at Yunho’s mercy.

Yunho raises his head, your spit drenched nipple suctioned between his lips, and finds himself spellbound by your beauty. You are a work of art unable to be replicated by any other woman, human or otherwise, and you’re his. Forever his. Just knowing his claim to you is eternal makes his hunger for you reach ravenous heights and he’s baring his fangs, tearing his gloves off to feel your bare body in his palms.

Tossing the vibrator aside, he frees his cock from the dress pants it was nearly tearing through to get to you. With one thrust he’s buried within your walls, rolling his hips to feel the delicious ridges of your pussy around him. Your body tenses, unintentionally causing you to pull away, but he won’t let you get away that easily. 

“You know the rules, pet. No running” he growls, grabbing your hips and slamming you back down onto him, “You’ll be a good little human whore and, ah, take my cock like the fuck toy that you are.” Keeping one hand at your waist, his other hand ventures around you activating every pleasure point.

Your body reacts with maddening excitement to the worship being poured into you by those large, marvelously veined hands. They're like magic, tiny sparks of electricity dancing along your skin at every brush of his fingers. Lacing his long fingers around the back of your neck, he licks the delectable tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Say my name" he whispers, fangs skimming your jawline, "And maybe I'll take mercy on you."

The next moan that escapes you is more fractured than the others as your orgasm tears you to pieces. You repeat his name over and over, “Yunho. Yunho. Yun…”

“No, no, that won't do. Louder. Scream it" he commands and you obey, screaming your throat raw with his name all over your tongue.

Yunho stills his movements, groaning as you ride him in midair, his cock glistening in your slick. You’re coming for what feels like an eternity when your lower belly swells full with his seed, warm and satisfying. When Yunho pulls back it’s overflowing, trickling from your core and down your immaculate ass. He takes two fingers, gathering his come and feeding it back into you, “You did well, my pet. I’m so proud of you.“

Gradually you come back from that otherworldly place, your awareness of your body returning little by little. Opening your eyes you realize that you aren’t strung up in the dining room anymore. Instead you’re submerged in water of some sort, a floral scent filling your nostrils. You wiggle your toes and they swish around in the water, bubbles dancing on the tips of them. Your vision balances out and you let out a sigh of relief at the familiar sight of your bathroom.

“Thank hell you’re up” Yunho cheers from behind you in the tub, wrapping you in the tightest hug. “I must’ve fed too much. I’m so sorry, princess. I could’ve killed you. I don’t know what I’d do if…” 

“Master, I’m fine, really.” you swear, lighting up at the sloppy kisses he plants on your cheek. “I may not be like you but I’m still strong.” 

Yunho rests a hand on your chest, his fingers making figure eights on your collarbone. “That you are. My strong, beautiful little human. I’m so sorry I neglected you,” he apologizes, hoping with all his heart that you believe him. “Your master loves you, you trust that don't you?”

You nod, smiling back at him, feeling safe and cared for in his embrace. “And my master is loved.” 

[signedkoko]

Hihihihi! Can I get a parental/platonic parent matchup for hazbin hotel?

Im a cancer, around 14-15 years of age, and have short brown hair. I'm around 4'9-5'6 ft.

Around people I don't know I'm super nice and kind, usually complimenting my my way into a friendship with most people. I like to draw and read horror book, (I.E coraline, the man in the basement, dread end, etc).

I am mostly known around school as a kid who gives most of the time, buying goods for kids who can't at lunch, sitting with lonely kids, etc. I try my best to stay out of fights, and most times I don't initiate them.

At home, however, I can be loud and tired at the same time. I'll be like: "SO GUESS WHAT HAPPENED AT SC- I'm tired ima go nap" and I'm also the peacemaker of the family, being the youngest.

My fashion usually varies from vampire goth to grunge. I mostly wear vampire goth outside of home, but at school I wear grunge cuz if I wear vampire goth I'll get bullied.

Thats all! I'm sorry if I didn't provide enough info! Make sure to take care of yourself ♡

You got…Emily | Carmilla | Vox!

Your best friend is Emily! Ever since the two of you met, you've always gotten along. She really likes your drawings and tries to read what you read, but she finds them a bit scary and will usually depend on you summarizing things for her so she doesn't have to go through any of the gruesome parts. She is probably very scared and very intrigued with Coraline.

Emily agrees that you are one of the sweetest people she's ever met; she never feels judged around you and always gets her thirst for adventure quenched with all the media you show her. Your style is so cool to her, she might even ask if you can help her do some gothy vampire looks.

Expect quite serene days spent having fun without worry. Emily will always be there to defend you, and she probably has a billion questions to ask you at all times.

X

One figure who would take you in is Carmilla Carmine. She already has two daughters whom she adores deeply, and so she has a lot of experience with teens and teaches them all they need to know.

Your fashion probably just matches her looks, and she is more than happy to help you pick out a proper, well-rounded wardrobe that not only suits exactly what you like but also matches her a little bit. Lots of red and grayscale clothing.

Carmilla reads a lot, usually with a glass of red wine, and she makes certain to keep a section of her bookshelf for you, full of books she thinks you might like. She's the type to read all of them in advance, so when you finish, you can talk to her about them to your heart's desire.

Expect a protective but free household; you and her other daughters are held to her highest standard, and anything your heart wishes, she will do her best to achieve. You are always welcome to join the family business, too.

X

Another parental figure you may have is Vox! Vox never planned to have kids or take any in; no, he probably thinks he hates kids! But there's an exception for everything.

He probably sneaks you into the V's tower after finding you alone, and he's already committed to getting you cleaned up and warm because, man, what is this kid doing all alone in hell? He can't just—well, he can't just leave you out there, can he?

The more time you spend together, the more he considers you his daughter. You have your own room that he's always bringing things into. He's the type to just knock until you let him in and then give you some random thing he got you. Single slice of pizza, hot chocolate—hey, look how fast he can solve a Rubics cube. Wanna play with this new drone I'm prototyping? I found the book you wanted!

Oh yeah, the fridge is covered in your drawings. Even if they're digital, he has a little digital screen that has a slideshow of your work, and he does his best to show interest in any hobby you pick up.

If he ever hears you say you won't do something because you'd be bullied, he would probably hand you a taser and money to go indulge in what you like and zap the shit out of anyone who pokes fun at you.

He's not a very good parent in terms of morals, but he won't let anyone hurt you or shame you. He would get Velvette herself to help you find your style and would probably bar Valentino from ever EVER meeting you.

Expect a lot of movie nights together, trying all his new technology first, and getting every ounce of support. You'll never be alone, and you'll always be safe because, unless you ask him not to, he's always checking in on you.

Author’s Note - I actually could not pick, I had so many ideas!! So I went for one friend and two (separate) parental figures! I hope thats okay, I was literally ranting to my friends all night about the indeas I got lmaooo

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Been thinking about this for a good while, but I was thinking of writing out my own horror + romance kind of thing at some point but I don’t got any programming skills or any of that jazz, so I’ll just have to stick with writing 💔

Basically, I have some characters, Lucas Buford being the main love interest. More about him:

He is a half-vampire, his father left before he was born and his mother raised him all on her own. Due to the time period they lived in she was berated by the people around her and Lucas couldn’t make any friends so it left them both in isolation, but for Lucas at the time, it was okay because all he needed was his mother. Then her unfortunate passing came and Lucas would become a hermit, he was depressed and lonely, and it stuck that way for a century, until current date, he had met a trans man called Eli.

After Eli ended up storming out of his home due to a family issues, he soon came across Lucas who was having a depressive episode, disassociated at the time as he was sitting on a cut-down tree in the middle of the woods. Eli plopped down next to him, greeted him with a simple, “Hey, you down too?” And after days of Eli coming to pester and talk to him, the two eventually bonded and became friends.

Lucas ended up growing very attached and Eli got his new best buddy. Lucas got to learn what was happening with the modern world, educated on just about everything, and soon came to realize he was bi. Soon Eli moved out of his parents house and became roommates with his older brother after they patched things up, and Lucas was dragged into living with them too since Lucas’s old childhood home was deemed unlivable by Eli. And after that Lucas started attending college with Eli, and due to him being pretty fuckin’ smart and being able to pick up things easily, he ended up being Eli’s tutor.

And that’s the story so far, as how he met the MC (or you in this case) would probably be through college. But I’ll work on it more, but I did have a plot in mind initially that I’ll also post (warning it’s older writing and I’m just copying and pasting from a discord chat.):

So, I’ve had this idea now… I kinda really wanna do make my own Yandere man game at some point, getting hella inspired, so here’s something.

You were packing to leave your old dad’s house, (you can choose whether you’re adopted or not) and he comes in and says, “You don’t really have to go, you could always stay with your old man!”

After a heart-felt goodbye you leave to enter a new city, you’ve got roommates. You already got a job, you’re going to college, etc. and well, even after everything seems ‘perfect’, it’s really not. Somebody’s become obsessed, and they’re watching your every move. You are not alone.

Fate is uncertain.

Now more about the dad, so he is your very supportive father that has raised you since you were a wee lad, he has been a good influence. So, cool and laidback, takes you out fishing, endorses your hobbies, when you get too stressed he’ll do what he can to help, a very accepting father, overall just a good father figure, made to be a likable dad. He’s also pretty tech savvy.

Alright thats it for now! Please do not steal my characters, my work or repost on other sites! Thank you.

For now here are some drawings I did, I’ll work more on other characters such as Eli’s older brother. Last two are the father character. If you’ve got any questions I will answer.

[kits-ships]

👍 🍫 for the doctor?

hi i definitely didn't miss halloween :) its definitely not november but shh!!

👍 - Do they like Halloween, or do you have to force them to participate?

i think he finds humanity's adoration of halloween very endearing. before olive can convince him to celebrate, though, he insists that he explains the holiday's origins, what samhain is, and a bunch of little fun facts like how turnips were the original jack'o'lanterns. he will also happily eat candy and watch horror movies with her, but dressing up depends on the incarnation!!

he insists that he doesnt wanna dress up..... you might get him to wear some silly glasses or something, though

YES OFC. he'd be something goofy like a squirrel.

he initially says no, but olive eventually convinces him to go shopping with her and he falls in love with some regal vampire outfit. three will pretend like he's only getting it for her but actually loves it and flaunts around all day

you dont even have to ask. he originally wants to be over the top with a handmade mask, an intricate outfit, and some props, but he gets distracted and almost forgets halloween entirely. olive ends up making him some little ears and draws a nose on him so that he can be a bear. its a little last minute, but the tardis comes in clutch with a brown sweater and corduroy pants!!

he says he doesn't want to dress up but he also can't say no to olive. as to not push him too far, she draws a lil nose on him again and gives him some ears and a tail so that he can achieve full, golden retriever energy. he is embarrassed.

he gives olive a firm 'no'. peri tries to tease him into dressing up by talking about how dreadful his usual outfit his, but he ends up just sulking into olive's side for the rest of the night. if anyone asks, hes joseph in the technicolor dreamcoat

he considers it and acts like his answer is no, but he secretly goes off and finds the absolute goofiest costume he can find. like, this man would show up to olives door dressed as buttercup with ace in a bubbles costume. it doesnt matter if she already had an outfit planned because olive has to be blossom ofc!!

he is sappy and wants couples costumes; even if they aren't planning on going out. after going through the tardis' wardrobe, they eventually settle on mr darcy and elizabeth bennet

he says no, but olive gently coaxes him into the idea as long as the costume isn't too overbearing. they end up adding a bandana and sunglasses to his usual look so that he can be a biker :)

oh he was planning on it. but, as excited as he was to dress up, it takes them the whole month to figure out what to go as. through the use of the internet, they eventually decide to be tuxedo mask and sailor moon (even though olive doesnt know anything about the show/manga)

he is so excited to dress up as something cool and scary but, as soon as they walk into the store, he is enraptured by the countless onesies and insists on choosing one of them. he loves that they can be a costume and pajamas!! olive chooses a silly lil monkey onesie for him and he picks a bunny onesie for her

'i dont wanna dress up' shhh. yes you do. clara and olive manage to get him to wear a ghostbusters uniform and, after spending a good amount of time trying to boost his confidence and inflate his ego, the other two decide to be some kind of ghost or ghoul.

oh my god. she insists on it. the whole fam has to get into it, too, and she spends so long trying to search for group costumes. eventually, they settle on horror icons!! the doctor dresses up as freddy krueger, olive is annabelle, yaz chose chucky, graham is jason, dan is forced to be michael myers, and ryan is secretly excited to be ghostface. the doctor also demands that they try to be 'in character' as they go trick or treating

🍫 - What is their favorite candy/treat?

okay after that massive list im only giving a simple answer.

olive likes getting lollipops and pretzels (she's gettin old smh) and the doctor loves hershey bars, starbursts, and double bubble so he can blow obnoxiously large bubbles!!!!!!

[edducard]

Pinned Post!

So, I'm starting to get some traction so ig time to make a pinned post!

First off, hello! My name's Tord (or Danni, both work) and this little guy is my sona for this blog! I'm a tord irl and I love drawing my little scrimblos!

I also love to chat abt my favs!! Ask box is always open pls talk to me I prommy I don't bite!!!!!!

I ship pretty much everything (polyworld ftw!!) but I'm weak for p much all tord ships (it's like im rlly there!) I also post NSFW from time to time! So minor's go elsewhere!!

Also basic DNI criteria; if ur pro//ship, racist, lgbtphobic, zoo//phile die in a fire <3

General Tags

#commie art - Art tag! All my artwork goes under this tag

#stfu commie - Basic post tag, if I'm just chattin off it goes there! Or if I'm answering an ask, also goes there

#commie edits - Tag for my edits! There may not be many but I do them

I also have an Adult Eddsworld server! If you wanna see me be fucking insane in my natural habitat, come on by!

(Note that I do ID check, just gotta make sure everyone is adults n all that!)

I also have many au's! I'll keep an updated list here along w the tags for each one! This part will be under the cut as it gets quite long </3

My The End rewrite comic - Over on @the-end-rewrite

Synopsis: My retelling of The End. It's still in its early stages, but the story has already been almost fully developed and chapter 1 is almost completed! It takes a vastly different approach form The End while still keeping the same basic ideas and important details. You can start here

Monster AU - Tagged with #monster au

Synopsis: This was my very first au I made back in 2017! All of the eddboys are monsters from folkore or fairy tales! They live in what's called "The Monster Plane" and can traverse into the human realm from time to time (That's how we know about them!), however humans cannot cross into The Monster Plane. Basically, a silly comfort au that I added lore too :3c

Furry AU - Tagged with #furry au

Synopsis: It's judt the guys as furries, nothin too much to explain lmao! Here's a list of what each animal each character is! Edd - Capybara, Tord - Honey Badger, Tom - Bintarong, Matt - King Cobra Eduardo - Caimen, Jon - Sea Otter, Mark - Mongoose Patryk - Pelican, Hellucard - British Shorthair Cat

Owl House AU - Tagged with #owl house au

Synopsis: Eddsworld Owl House AU! It's still being developed but the base idea is just the gang are all witches and/or demons! Something seems to be up with a certain blonde guy, however... And Tord seems to be cooking up some plans... hmm....

Youtuber AU - Tagged with #youtuber au

Synopsis: The gangs all youtubers! Or streamers, same difference really. This is just a silly little au I made back innn 2017 or 2018 and there no serious lore or whatever, just silly guys doin their thing! Tom's a twitch streamer, Tord runs a podcast w Paul and Pat along with a gun nut youtube channel, Edd does animations and art tutorials and all that, Matt is a beauty guro/vlogger!

Panty and Stocking AU - Tagged with #paswg au

Synopsis: I combined hyperfixations by making Tom and Tord Panty and Stocking! However, things are a tad different in this au, like they are not related, and Tord's weapon... prolly isn't his panties lmao, it's most likely just his pants! Tom still uses his socks, weapons stay the same. Edd and Matt are Scanty and Kneesocks (still haven't figured out who's who yet)

Horror AU - Tagged with #horror au

Synopsis: Tord comes back to try and get his robot, thinking it'd be an easy in and out job... Oh, how very, very wrong he was. seems that everything had gone to shit since he's been gone. Tom's been completely taken over by the demonic possession, leaving him as only a shell of his former self. Matt's let his vampirism take full control, leaving him a walking corpse constantly on the hunt for blood to keep his beautiful, youthful looks, and has also named himself King of the Night. Edd's radioactivity seemed to have backfired on him and jumbled his brain just a tad, he's gone completely off the wall and is desperate for his old friends again, when he catches wind that Tord is back, well... He seems very excited to get the gang back together.

Okay thank u for reading!!! Have a good day, love uuuu

[irradiatedsnakes]

[ID: 7 drawings of monster!mechanisms designs. they are as follows: 1. a colored drawing of ivy alexandria that has been partially passed through the deep dream generator neural network, giving parts of the image a swirling, surreal appearance, often resembling eyes. 2. a digtal sketch of nastya as a ghost. her eyes are obscured by her glasses shine and she is covered in blue wisps, and dripping blue from her mouth and hands.  3. a digital sketch of drumbot brian as a centaur sitting down. his horse half is also mechanical and resembles a clydesdale. he also has horse-ish ears. 4. a sketchy bust of vampire marius. he looks smug, and looks to the side with a fanged smile. 5. digital sketch of partially-transformed werewolf gunpowder tim with doglike ears, claws, and a tail. he says "ok why did getting turned into that somehow give you a pitchfork." with a quizzical expression. 6. digital sketch of jonny d'ville as a devil or demon, with horns, pointy ears, cartoony wings, and a thin tail with a heart-shaped tip. he's holding a hellish pitchfork, looking confused and says "what? i already owned this.” 7. a traditional sketch of harpy/siren raphaella. she holds here feathery winged arms out, while her mechanical bat wings are unfurled behind her. her lower half is that of a bird. end ID]

ok ill post a couuuple. self indulgence machine go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

ok so u know like back in the gravity falls fandom there was that really popular au called monster falls where everybody got turned into some sort of monster/mythological creature? i fucking love that scenario and have been making my own little “everybody gets cursed by a witch or something so now i get to draw these fun designs” aus for like everything i like (never did it w tma oddly enough? good inspo just never struck.) so here.......is..........this. not everybodys pictured here but go under the cut for a list of what everybody is plus some extra notes and stuff

lets just goooooo alphabetical order

ashes - OKAY HONESTLY STILL NOT 100% ON ASHES im THINKING half-dragon. yes i know i already went dragon for them in the furry au its just a good fit and also looks Cool, but also waiting out to see if i can think of anything better

brian - CENTAURRRR also again. yes. i know i went 4 horse for him in the furry au. its just good and has fun brian vibes. wanting to draw centaur brian was the thing that led to this au happening

ivy - ELDRITCH SOMETHIN OR OTHER...idk what youd call that exactly. but you get the gist. cosmic horror, eyes, unfathomable patterns and things. doing the deep dream stuff for her in that picture was very fun and im very happy w how it came out...definitely something to revisit in the future. not sure how i wanna draw her when...not doing a whole colored digital thing, but well cross that bridge when i can draw again

jonny - he’s. he’s a devil? a little demon guy? like. yeah. of course. this guy was fucking meant to have little wings horns and a cute little demon heart tail. he has somehow become MORE bastardly

marius - VAMPIRE MARIUS ONCE AGAIN HES JUST FUN. hes just fun and the aesthetic suits him. i cant wait to draw him in a fun little cape with one of those big dramatic collars you know the ones. vampire marius is of course @ alientoastt’s idea!!

nastya - BANSHEE...or ghost in general but there some banshee stuff i feel could be fun to integrate. apparently in some tellings banshees can turn into crows? i love that very much. but anyways hmm..some notes abt the design in thsi post shes not quite where i want her to be. this was done on that collab canvas the other day and like...was mostly noodling things out having fun, those flamey looking bits are a very nice motion very fun to do but NOT wwhat i want for ghostya. i want her to be more. drippy. very drowned person vibes. fire and upward-floating motif not what i want. but it was fun to draw. also i think theres some potential comedy in there with “person who predicts deaths” among crew who habitually murder each other

raphaella - SOMEWHERE BTWN HARPY & SIREN (the bird kind not the mermaid kind) very excited abt her. lots of fun potential poses here. doing her design was a bit tricky- sirens tend to be just like- big birds with human heads? but i didt wanna do just that that takes away too much of her design recognizbility yknow to Just have her head. so she has a people torso, bird from the waist down, plus her arms are wings. which means she has Two pairs of wings. which i for one think is incredibly fun like you remember in httyd2 valka’s dragon w the four wings? yeah. also avent figured what bird in particular shell be based on- for the ufrry au i went w african grey parrot but dont feel like that here. ill think on it

tim - WEREWOLF TIM DUH. DUH. also i think werewolves are especially funny in scenarios like thse cus like- okay everybody suddenly ahhh cursed ahh monster whatever. but then tims just there like. i mean i feel fine lol and u get to have the fun surprise of Oh Suddenly Werewolf. also the question of how exactly werewolves who change based on the moon function in a. spaceship. i like to think its entirely fucking random i think thats funny

TS - ANIMATED SUIT OF ARMOR!! I DONT HAVE MUCH MORE TO SAY ON THSI BUT I LOVE . THIS IDEA. and i will never draw it. because fuck drawing and designing armor oh my god

anyways i think thats??? all i have to say on this??? agdvjdkb. if you wanna talk about this at all (or if u wanna see more doodles...) im totally open to that. ill be real i get weirdly embarrassed about specifically this kind of au (like. monster stuff in general especially werewolf/vampire stuff i could not fucking tell you why. gotten better abt it over time though hey im actually postin this shit!) so im just happy i posted it afhcgvjdkvdg .

as for story type things like how. this happens. frankly i dont know thats not my forte. but the little bit of whatever ive got going on my head has the Terrific Trio of ivy marius & raphaella doing Research Science Whatever down on a planet somewhere get into contact with a Cursed Artifact or whatever the fuck and eventually get back to the aurora like. oh. uh. it happened to you guys too, huh. but thats like whatever honestly im not in it for the writing im here to draw fun centaur man etc.

if you made it to the bottom of this winding fucking ramble know that i love you. mwah. that was fun to write out i like thought barfing about stuff like maybe 3 people will care about

[artzee-bee]

Tree House | Benny Weir x Reader

Fandom: My babysitter’s a Vampire

Summary: two childhood best friends return to the place they first met and feelings are revealed

Genre:Fluff

Warnings: none

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“Watch your head when you get up there!” you yelled after Benny, not that he was paying attention to you or anything. He continued on his way up the old staircase, leading into his childhood tree house.

“I got it!” he finally replied, after disappearing into the tiny home

“Well, how is it?”

“Come find out for yourself” that’s all the motivation you needed to hear. Before you knew it, you were making your way up the same old staircase you used to climb every day when you were little. Peeking inside, nothing seemed changed, expect maybe the dust covering every square inch of the place.

“It’s so dirty!” 

“Yeah, so? What’s a little dirt gonna do to you?” Benny jokingly commented, reaching out his left hand to help you up. You gladly took it and climbed the last few steps into your childhood world.

“Here!” Benny took off his jacket and handing it over “Sit on this” you didn’t complain

“It’s untouched” You looked around in awe at the tiny space

“I would sure hope so! This was our secret lair! Anybody else coming up here would have ruined the magic!” You giggled at the boy

“It was your secret lair at first!”

“Right, until the invasion happened” 

The “invasion” referred to you and how you managed to sneak your way into this boy’s life.You were new in the neighbourhood and saw the tree house in the Weir’s front lawn. Of course you didn’t know it was theirs at first. But you heard someone talk. Someone who sounded like a little boy and so, since you were always up for making new friends, you climbed up, much to the young Benny’s shock and horror. You had entered his secret hideaway! You ruined his cover! But then he noticed your shirt, the face of his favorite superhero staring back at him and he decided maybe you weren’t as much of a bad person as he initially thought. You started hanging out and soon became the best of friends. His secret space became both of yours and you shared everything in there.

Reaching behind him, Benny dragged an old wooden box that seemed to be filled to the top with dust coated toys

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed, picking out your favorite doll “Angela! I thought I lost her!” 

“Yeah, I might have hidden it from you one April Fool’s and forgot to give it back…” Benny confessed, looking down at his lap but he you could tell he was holding back a laugh

“Are you serious?!” it’s been so long, you weren’t even mad, just amused

“I’m sorry!” he burst laughing and so did you

Looking through the box of stuff, each of you were reminiscing on old games you used to play and funny things that happened, until you got to the bottom of the box. As carefully as possible, Benny pulled out some papers. Old drawings. They were in prime condition. Most of them were just scribbled or weird sketches but one in particular stood out of the bunch. One Benny did a long time ago of you too holding hands. Above it, he wrote “Friends forever” and then each of you signed your name by your respective stick figure, as a promise.

“I remember when you made that.” Benny blushed at your comment, shaking his head violently

“You do?”

“Yeah, of course! You forced me to sign it and then it hung on the wall for like 3 months!” You both laughed at the memory. Benny folded the paper carefully and slid it into his back pocket”I’m keeping this one…”

Half an hour later, you were heading down the street to the store for some last minute supplies for your movie night. You were still wearing Benny’s jacket since he insisted it was chilly out and you should keep it. The entire way you talked about the tree house and all the memories you had there.

“You know, about that drawing…” said Benny

“What about it?”

“Well, you promised to be my friend forever”

“And I never regretted it once” you laughed and a giggle escaped Benny, but then he stopped dead in his tracks and looked at you seriously, which didn’t happen often. Your curiosity grew.

“But what if we changed that?” your friend said 

“What do you mean?” Benny took a deep breath in before saying

“I don’t wanna be friends anymore” those few words hit you like a bus and you were staring into his eyes, looking for anything to prove to you it was all just a bad joke but he was serious. As serious as you’ve ever seen him. Embarrassed, Benny looked down at the ground, reaching his hand out to hold yours, before saying

“What if we were more?” you couldn’t contain your laugh and Benny looked up quickly, mortified at your reaction 

“Is this what you were going on about? Asking me to be your girlfriend? You scared me Bens!” You smiled at him and you saw him ease up a bit. You seemed....ok? Like totally not freaked out or mad or anything? Like maybe he had a chance..

“So...what you’re saying is…” he left his sentence unfinished, waiting for your response

“I’ll gladly be your girlfriend” Benny let out a breath before pulling you into a bear hug, whispering an “Oh thank God!” which made you burst out laughing. 

You held him tight, trying to convey all the love you had for him in this one moment.You quickly kissed his cheek before pulling away. You took his hand in yours and dragged him after you “Come on, it’s getting late. The store will be closed by the time we get there!”

[stringing-words-onto-a-chain]

Vampire!Ash AU (NOT SEXUAL)

I found a few different fan arts of vampire Ash recently, and I decided to write some. Yes, I fell into the “uncontrollable thirst” trap, but I’m a sucker for angst where the perpetrator can’t be blamed. Also there are like a bazillion different ways to tag this ship, so I just wrote   A L L   O F   T H E M.

Sal POV:

As Sal ate, his eyes wandered over to Ash, and he frowned, setting down his food and lowering his mask. She was shifting in her seat, licking her lips, and her emerald eyes were darting all over the street. While he watched, the whites of her eyes flickered briefly to a soul-piercing coal black, and back again. His movement drew her gaze for a split second, and she tensed as her eyes fell on his wrist, pausing momentarily before she shook herself.

“Hey, Ash?”

She finally met his eyes, still turning her head towards the slightest sounds around them.

“Yeah?”

“Is… something wrong?”

Ash tried for her signature smirk, but her fang caught the top of her lip in a way that reminded Sal of Larry’s nervous habit. 

“No, no, I’m alright.”

He raised an eyebrow behind his mask.

“Don’t lie to me, Ash. I may not have super senses or anything, but I can tell when something’s bothering my best friends. So get talking.”

“I -” she began, then sighed deeply, dropping her head. When she looked up again, her eyes were black once more, the green smouldering like an ethereal flame. “Sal, can you possibly do me a huge favour?”

His eyes narrowed in concern, and he swung round to face her, straddling the bench.

“Of course, you can ask me anything.”

Ash glanced round the room. Her unsettledness was beginning to unnerve him; it wasn’t like her at all.

“Okay, so usually I don’t drink from people. You know that. But it is better than most other blood - more fulfilling.”

“I’m not sure I like where this is going…”

She laughed, but there was something off about it. Sal couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but his hand crept to the cross Ash had insisted all of them carry in case of an “accident”.

“Sorry, Sally. But anyway, I didn’t have time to drink bottled animal blood this morning, and I… wait, I never told you what happens if I don’t drink enough, did I?”

“I don’t think I wanna know.”

“No, you definitely don’t. Point is, I don’t drink, your friend Ash disappears, and something much more aggressive comes out instead.”

His fingers curled around the cross behind his back, slowly drawing it from his pocket. Ash’s eyes fell on his hand knowingly, and she smiled sadly.

“Don’t worry, it’s not desperate yet. I’m still me - for now.” He slipped the cross back in his pocket with an exaggerated sigh of relief, but he kept on alert, his hand still on it, just in case. “Now, I could, theoretically, go hunt some animals in bat form, but that will drain me quicker, and considering we’re in a relatively clean and busy town, if I can’t find anything…”

Sal laid his other hand consolingly on her shoulder, and almost immediately regretted his decision as Ash’s eyes fell hungrily on his wrist again. He settled for leaning forward and speaking softly, gently removing his hand.

“What can I do to help?”

“Well, as I see it, I have two options.” Ash’s eyes bored into him, not having changed back. “I can go bat-form and pray to… I don’t know, Satan or something, that I can find something in time, or…” She looked at him meaningfully, and he understood exactly what she meant.

“Or you can drink from me.”

“I swear I won’t take enough to kill you, or turn you, or even knock you out, and I will only do it if you let me. I’d never hurt you if you didn't tell me it was okay.”

Sal considered, weighing up how much she needed it with how much he trusted her.

“Alright.”

Her unnatural eyes widened.

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re clearly struggling to not… go psycho, or whatever it is that happens. I’m here, and you won’t actually damage me at all, so why not? Heck, I’ve probably gone through more painful operations.”

She threw her arms around him tightly.

“Holy crap, Sally Face, you’re the best!”

A slow smile spread across his face, and he returned the hug, letting his already unbuckled mask fall into his lap. She pulled back for a second, looking pleased at the visibility of his face, and running a hand through her hair.

“There’s one more thing I can do to make it easier for you.”

“Which is?”

Her eyes shifted sideways, and she smirked bashfully.

“One of my weird-ass powers is… sort of like hypnotism. I can’t control you or anything, but I can put you in a trance. If I do that, you won’t feel a thing while I drink. Otherwise, it’s gonna hurt. But again, I won’t do it unless you let me.”

“That’s probably a good idea. Thanks, I guess.”

“No, thank you. You didn’t have to do this.” She stopped, tilting her head to examine him. “Seriously, you don’t have to do this. I’m not sure what you think it’s gonna be like, but Hollywood lied to you. This would normally hurt like hell, and it’s blood, so it’s sticky, and messy, and gross, and… yeah. Just generally not fun.”

“I know.” Sal leaned forward again, knowing exactly how dangerous it was, but this time not caring. “I trust you. I don’t think you’ll hurt me.”

“I won’t. I mean, I will, I’m literally about to, but I won’t do any major damage, and I’ll do my best to minimize the pain. Ready?”

He tugged down the front of his jumper quickly, brushing his hair out of his eyes, and shifting to face Ash.

“Yeah. See you in a minute?”

“Maybe a few.”

Ash POV:

“Maybe a few.”

She closed her eyes, focusing hard on the tiny pinprick of power inside her. It wasn’t much, vampires were an extremely diluted type of magic, but it was enough for this. She let her eyes slide open again, throbbing with her will, and met Sal’s eyes. She could feel him instinctively resisting the pull, trying to keep his head clear.

“Don’t fight it, Sally, you agreed to this. Remember?”

He smiled. Honestly surprising he could hold out this long.

“Is this the part where you tell me to stare into your eyes and just relax?”

She snorted.

“Pretty much. Kinda shocked you’re still lucid enough to make that joke.”

“Yeah, it’s not going to last. You do know how to wake me up, right?”

She just smirked, leaving herself the last laugh as Sal’s joking eyes widened in nervousness for a split second before they glazed over, and his expression became completely neutral. The smile faded off her face, and she looked over her statue-still friend remorsefully. She stuck a hand in front of his face and waved, but there was no acknowledgement. He was utterly bewitched.

“Sorry, Sal.”

She made to grab his wrist, then stopped. She looked up at his blank, scarred face, then gently rose up on one knee, kissing his forehead tenderly.

“You really are incredible”, she told him, but she knew he didn’t hear.

Sal POV:

“Sally?”

A voice cut through the haze surrounding him, and for a split second of clarity, he realized his mind had been completely shut down, not registering anything at all.

“Sal.”

Such a beautiful voice. Silvery, flowing, and gorgeous, like ribbon.

“Come on, Sally Face, you’re stronger than this.”

Familiar? 

“Goddamn it, Sal, snap out of it.”

The voice was almost pitying, but there was a soft edge to it, and it sounded like it was holding back laughter. 

No, not it. Her. 

Green eyes settled into focus in front of his own listless pair. The rest of her face spiralled into his vision as well, and the pieces of her slowly connected, becoming more and more familiar. Like an old friend.

Ash.

  All at once, everything sharpened, and Sal’s hand flew up to his head, an abrupt awareness of his rebooting mind. As he did, he registered a dull pain somewhere on his body, where she must have bitten him, but he wasn’t quite conscious enough to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from. The memory of what he’d just thought about her voice sprung up on him, and, realizing the mask was no longer in place to hide his blush, he decided to dismiss it as a result of the enchantment.

“Hey, sleeping beauty. You in there?” asked Ash teasingly, but there was something heavier behind her words, something a little too sober to be good. 

“I… I think so. Your weird power thingy really did a number on me, but I’m just a little groggy.” He let his hand fall back in his lap, bumping against his discarded mask as he did, and gave her a tired smile. Now he was actually himself again, he noticed a roll of gauze and a clinical looking spray on the table next to them, and he glanced up at Ash. Her eyes were back to their normal human-passing appearance, and there was a subtle smudge of red at the corner of her mouth.

“I figured it was best to keep you under while I cleaned up the bite. Antiseptic spray is a little bitch.”

He smiled at that, but it dropped off his face at the thought of what she’d had to do. Absently, he put a hand up to his neck, feeling for the bite mark, and frowned.

“Where’s the -”

“The whole thing about vampires and necks is mostly a myth,” Ash replied, the weight behind her words still prominent. “Check your other pulse points.”

A vague dread began to settle over him, and hesitantly he looked down at his hands. Gauze was poking out from his sleeve, and upon seeing it, he instantly knew exactly what was wrong. He pulled his jumper back to reveal two twin holes bound under the fabric bandages, where she’d drank, then pulled the thick cotton back further. The neat gashes lined up across his arm were bound as well. A quick tap on his other arm told him the marks there were treated too. Shame washed over him, and trying to meet Ash’s eyes was like fighting a brick wall with his non-existent powers of telekinesis. Her hand slid under his chin, cold from the wind like one of the undead bloodsuckers he’d seen in movies, and brought his face up level to hers.

“Sally…”

“What can I say to pass this off as not a big deal?”

Out of the corner of his eyes, Ash curled back her lips, revealing her gleaming fangs, and her brow furrowed, her eyes earnest in their utter horror, before she dropped her head, letting out a long, slow breath.

“Listen, Sal, I don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself. I don’t know what could have driven someone like you to pick up a blade and… I just don’t. But I also know I can’t stop you. It’s an addictive habit, I know, and you’ll find a way to do it if you’ve made up your mind that’s what you’re gonna do.” He finally turned towards her, needing to see her expression clearly. It was pointless, though, as she’d looked away, hiding her face. “Knowing how deep your self-hatred goes, I don’t think I can convince you to stop. And vampire hypno powers only go so far. But please, I am begging you, stay relatively safe while you do it. I can’t lose you.” She met his gaze, desperation lining her body as she leaned towards him, cupping his face. “At least get yourself some fucking bandages.”

“I’m sorry.” The hoarseness of Sal’s voice caught him by just as much surprise as the hot tears that spilled over his lids out of nowhere. Ash’s face softened, and she leaned still further forward, her hands bunching up the back of the jumper as she pulled him in for a hug. He squeezed his eyes shut, the tears forcing themselves out, and tucked his head against her shoulder. 

“You should be apologizing to yourself, but I’m not delusional enough to think that’s gonna happen.” She stroked his hair understandingly, the feeling registering through the despairing numbness. “I know I literally just had you under a spell, which I did to give me an opportunity to take some of your blood, but… I genuinely don’t want you getting hurt.” Her grip tightened, and she rested her chin on his head. “I love you, Sally Face. You know that. And if you won’t take self-preservation as a reason to stop, maybe you’ll take the three of us needing you as one. We need you, Sal.”

“Thank you…” he mumbled, clutching at his mask. Ash seemed to understand; she gently pulled back, watching him buckle on the mask sadly. He paused, feeling her gaze still on him, and looked up. “I mean it, Ash. I love you too, and that… really helped.”

[rowyn-writes]

Feeling the Loss (Dean Winchester x OFC)

Warnings: Major angst, death, pregnancy, fluff if you squint.

Kaiden Ryker was ignoring Dean Winchester. And for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. Well, he had some kind of inkling.

Kaiden and Dean had hooked up a few weeks prior, and now everything was extremely awkward.

It wasn't anything serious, the two had been on a hunt together while Sam stayed behind. After a rough night of killing vampires, the two decided to let off some steam. Kaiden, however, didn't want to talk about what happened that night. The whose situation confused Sam, as no one told him what happened.

"Kaiden!" Sam called after as she entered her room in the bunker. "What's going on with you and Dean?"

"Nothing, Sammy." She sighed as she packed her duffel bag.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Down to visit my parents. My dad's really sick, and I need to be there." She explained, grabbing the few pictures she had and packing them up.

"Do you want us to come with you?" Sam offered.

"No. No, you and Dean need to be here, figuring out this whole Abaddon business. I need to be with my parents." She gave him a sad smile. "If I'm gone more than a couple days, I'll call you."

Sam brought Kaiden in for a hug, kissing the top of her head. "Be careful, Kay. Call if you need anything."

"I will. Goodbye, Sammy." Sam didn't know why, but he felt like he wouldn't see Kaiden again for a while.

Kaiden threw her duffel bag under the seat of her motorcycle, revving the engine as she headed towards Oklahoma. She felt bad for not saying goodbye to Dean, but she just couldn't look at him, let alone say goodbye.

It was a good five hour ride from Kansas to Oklahoma, but she finally made it. She unlocked her parents door, hearing voices from the living room.

"Kaiden!" Her father, Frank Ryker, exclaimed from his bed. The doctors thought it would be best to send him home so he could be comfortable before passing.

"Hey, Daddy." She smiled, grabbing his hand. "How're you feeling?"

"I've seen better days, sweetheart."

"Where's Mom?" Kaiden asked, looking around.

"Off getting stuff for dinner."

Kaiden paled slightly. "Mom's not cooking, is she?" She grimaced when her father nodded. "I might have to take over, then."

"Please? I love Beth, but my God, she's a terrible cook. She's been torturing me for months." Kaiden laughed at her father's dramatics.

Every time she looked at him, her heart broke. He was pale and thin, obviously then chemo treatments had taken a toll on him, and they didn't even work. "So, how's everything going with those Winchester boys? Are they behaving themselves?"

Kaiden's parents had formerly been hunters before they retired in their late 50's. Kaiden had known the Winchester's since she was a kid, which is why she decided to start hunting with them after her parents quit.

"Yeah, Dad. Everything's good."

Frank narrowed his eyes at her. "Don't lie to me, Kaiden. You're an open book, I can see it on your face."

Kaiden sighed. Her father knew her too well. "Things are a little complicated with me and Dean right now." She admitted.

"Dean? I always thought you and Sam would get together." Kaiden recoiled at the idea. She loved Sam, but only as a brother. "Well, do you want to talk about it?"

"Nah," She shook it off. "Let's just watch some football. It's been a while since we did this." It was another hour before her mother finally got home with the groceries. She was surprised to see her daughter home, but happy nonetheless.

Kaiden decided to cook chicken pot pies for dinner, one of her dad's favorite meals. They all sat in the living room, watching the Kansas City Chiefs get their asses beat. Kaiden felt happy for the first time in a while. She was glad to be home with her parents again.

Like Kaiden promised, she called Sam the next day to tell him everything was fine. He told her that Dean was pissed because she didn't tell him she was leaving. She felt slightly guilty, so she decided to text him.

Hey, sorry I didn't say goodbye. I just really needed to get to my dad. He's not looking so good.

It was ten minutes before Dean replied. You had time to talk to Sam before you left. So why not me?

I'm sorry, Dean. Things haven't exactly been easy between us lately. Kaiden started becoming distressed, so she set her phone in the draw and went to make lunch for her parents.

When Kaiden looked at her phone an hour later, she read the last message Dean sent her. If things 'haven't exactly been easy between us lately,' then why come back? If you're so eager to get away, then stay away.

Her heart broke reading that message. Sure, things had been rough with Dean lately, but at the end of the day, she would always come back. If Dean wanted her gone, she'd stay gone.

She quickly dialed Sam's number. "Uh, hey, Sammy." She sniffed. "I'm going to be gone for longer than I thought. I was hoping you could grab a couple of things for me and we could meet half way so I can pick them up?"

"Kaiden, what's going on? Is everything okay?" Sam worried.

"Uh, no, not really. My dad's worse than I thought, so I'm not coming back for a while. I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologise, Kay. Take all the time you need. I understand. Just text me a list of what you need and I'll bring them to you." Sam told her.

"Thank you, Sammy." She breathed.

———

Sam glared at his brother, knowing that he said something to cause Kaiden distress. "What did you say to her?" Dean raised an eyebrow at his little brother. "Don't play dumb with me, Dean. What did you say to make Kaiden so upset?!"

The man never looked up from cleaning his gun. "I told her that if she wanted to leave then don't come back."

Sam's eyes widened in horror. "You complete fucking dick!" He yelled. "He dad's dying from cancer and you decided to fucking kick her out?! Over what? Because things have been awkward with you two for a couple of weeks! And don't think I didn't notice. So, let me guess. You and Kaiden slept together? Am I right?" Dean's silence was the answer Sam needed.

"Of fucking course! You're so butt hurt over the fact that Kaiden hasn't talked to you since that you've kicked her out!" Sam's voice was getting louder by the minute. "You should have heard her when she called me. She was a sobbing mess, she could barely string a sentence together. I hope you're happy, Dean."

———

Kaiden put a hand over her mouth as she looked at the positive pregnancy tests. "Fuck." She whispered.

"What does it say, sweetheart?" Her father asked weakly from the living room.

"It's positive." She sniffed.

"Oh, my girl." Frank squeezed her hand tightly. "I know you're scared, but it'll be alright."

Tears streamed down Kaiden's face. "No, Dad, it won't. Dean doesn't wanna see me anymore. He basically kicked me out!"

"And he's a fool." He croaked. "Sooner or later, he will come crawling back to you. But, until then, I got you this." Frank dug around his bedside table and found a small stuffed frog. "For the little one. You used to love this frog when you were a baby, and I'm sure yours will too."

Kaiden held the stuffed animal close to her chest, smiling at her father.

Later that week, he passed away, leaving a huge whole in Kaiden's heart. All she wanted to do was called Dean and be comforted by his voice. But she couldn't. So she called Sam instead.

"Sam!" She wailed. "Sam! He's gone! He's dead!"

Sam's breath hitched in his throat, causing Dean to look at him. "Oh, Kay. I'm so sorry." He whispered. "I know how much he meant to you." Sam listened in pain as Kaiden cried on the other end of the phone. "I'm coming over now." He told her, gathering up his things.

"No, Sam. It's okay, you don't have to." Kaiden sniffed.

"No, Kaiden. I'm coming, whether you like it or not. I'll be there soon." He hung up the phone.

"What's going on?" Dean asked, clearly worried.

"What do you care?" Sam snapped. "You don't want to be around Kaiden, remember?"

"She sounded like she was in pain, I was just –"

"Her dad died." Sam growled. "And she needs comfort and support. Something you can't provide for her. You're staying here, by the way. See what you can find out about the Mark of Cain and Abaddon or whatever. I'm going to comfort my sister."

———

Kaiden surged forward to hug Sam. She had missed the smell of his cologne and the warmth of his hugs. He ran a hand over her head, trying to soothe her sobs. He knew what she was going through. Sam wasn't as close with his dad as Kaiden was with hers, but he understood.

Kaiden's mother sat in the living room, staring at the spot where Frank Ryker used to sleep. "Oh, hello, Sam." She gave him a sad smile. "It's good to see you. Is your brother with you?"

"No - uh, he had a case to work back home." He lied. Sam made his way to the kitchen, whipping up a meal for the Ryker women to eat. When Sam returned to the living room, he noticed that Beth had gone to her room, and Kaiden was clutching a stuffed frog.

"Hey," He said gently, setting the plate of food in front of her. "How're you holding up?"

"Terribly." Kaiden mumbled. "How's everything going with Abaddon and Metatron and whatever other villain we have to deal with?"

Sam chuckled. "Don't worry about it. We've got everything under control." That was an absolute lie, but Kaiden didn't need to know that. "What's that?" He asked, motioning to the frog.

"It's a stuffed animal my dad got me when I was a baby. He said he found it a few months ago cleaning out the attic. I remember I used to love playing with this thing, it was my comfort toy. I guess it's still trying to work it's magic, huh?" She gave Sam a weak smile. The man pulled Kaiden into his side, resting his head on top of hers.

The two hunters had always had a good relationship, even when they were teenagers. Whenever John and Kaiden's parents teamed up for a hunt, Sam and Kaiden did most of the research to help them out. For a long time, everyone thought they were dating, but they insisted they only saw each other as siblings. Which was true, whenever Kaiden needed a brotherly figure to confide in, she would always go to Sam.

"I'm so sorry, Kay. You're dad was a good man."

"Yeah, he was."

Sam stuck around for a week so he could attend Frank's funeral, then begrudgingly went back to the bunker. He would have stayed longer, but Kaiden forced him to go home. She was scared that Sam would figure out that she was pregnant. She knew it was wrong to keep the secret from Dean, but what was she supposed to say after all the nasty things he texted her. Little did she know, all he could do was stare at his phone, hoping to see her name pop up.

———

Kaiden was now three months into her pregnancy, and she still hadn't told Sam or Dean about it. When Sam called to check up on her, she just told him that she still needed time to heal and make sure her mother was going to be okay. Sam tried to come visit her again, but she said that she just didn't want any company. After a while, Sam stopped communicating with her and Kaiden started to get worried.

She texted Sam almost everyday, trying to make sure that he and Dean was okay. In the sixth month into her pregnancy, she finally got a call from Sam.

"Sammy!" She exclaimed. "I've been worried sick! What's going on with Abaddon and Metatron?"

"Kaiden." Sam said seriously, making Kaiden stop in her tracks. "Dean's dead." The woman gasped, tears streaming down her face. "I know, I hate to tell you this. Especially with how you're still grieving over you dad, but I just thought you had a right to know."

"T-thank you for t-telling me, Sam. I'm so sorry. Did you g-guys kill A-abaddon?"

"Yeah, yeah, we got her."

Kaiden couldn't believe that Dean had died. All of a sudden, grief and guilt overwhelmed her. She realized just how much she missed Dean, she missed the smell of his cologne, the sound of his laugh, his smile, his snarky comments, his sassyness, everything. And in that moment, she knew what she was going to name her baby boy.

———

Dean had been released of the Mark of Cain, finally. And the first person he wanted to see was Kaiden. The Winchester brothers hadn't been able to get a hold of the woman, as she had changed her phone number. They figured that Kaiden still lived with her mother, or at least knew where Kaiden was, so they decided to go to her house. 

Dean hesitantly knocked on the door, hoping to see Kaiden. However, her mother, Beth, answered the door.  "Dean Winchester?!" She whispered. "Oh, I thought you were dead! Kaiden, she told me that you were gone. Oh, she was so upset that day. She was inconsolable. With losing her father and her - well, you, she has never been the same. It's so good to see you, Dean." She hugged the younger man. "Come in, come in."

Sam and Dean smiled at her as they walked inside. They noticed small toys scattered around the house and pictures a baby boy lined the walls. "Did you adopt a baby?" Sam asked, looking at the pictures.

"Er, no. Not exactly. My sister's daughter just had a baby not that long ago and he's been spending a lot of time over here." She lied, but Sam and Dean seemed to believe her.

"So, where's Kaiden?" Dean questioned eagerly, deeply wanting to see her.

"She should be here soon, she visits every Saturday." Beth said. She wanted to text her daughter to warn her about what she was going to walk into, but she didn't want to distract her driving.

About half an hour later, Kaiden finally arrived at her mothers house. "Mom, I really need you to take D.J, I'm so sleep deprived I swear I hallucinated the Impala in the driveway." She rubbed her eyes sleepily as she bounced D.J on her hip.

"Kaiden, dear." Beth said, rushing to meet her daughter. "Let me take D.J, you have some visitors." The woman gives her mother a strange look as she stumbled into the living room. She's taken aback when she sees Sam and Dean Winchester.

"Dean?" She whispered, clearly shocked. "B-but you were dead. You are dead."

"It's been a long year, sweetheart." Dean smiled at her. Kaiden surged forward, hugging him tightly before moving on to his brother. Sam and Dean sat the woman down and told her all the things that had happened in the last year.

"Why didn't you tell me you were alive sooner?" She asked, strangely calm.

"I just didn't want you to be around me while I still had the Mark of Cain. I didn't want to hurt you." Dean explained. "Honestly, I expected you to be more angry."

Kaiden looked down at her hands. "I haven't been completely honest with you either. So I don't think I have any right to be angry." Sam and Dean gave her concerned looks. She quickly exited the room, grabbing her son from the floor. Dean felt his heart stopped when Kaiden entered the room while a giggly baby boy in her arms. "Guys, meet Dean Franklin Winchester. Or, as I call him, D.J."

Dean looked at her with wide eyes. "Y-you were pregnant?" She nodded. "Why didn't you tell me, Kay?"

Kaiden bit the inside of her cheek. "Well, when I went to visit my dad, things between us weren't the best. And when you sent me that text, I decided that I wasn't coming back. Later that week, I found out that I was pregnant. I didn't want to tell you because I thought that it would make everything worse. I'm sorry, Dean." 

"No, Kaiden, I'm the one who should be apologizing. I never should have said that to you, I've regretted it ever since." Dean said sincerely. 

There was an awkward moment of silence before Kaiden spoke up. "Would you like to hold him?"

Dean's eyes lit up at the suggestion. He carefully held his son against his chest. "He's so small." Kaiden and Sam smiled at each other as they watched Dean coo at D.J.

"I haven't seen him this happy in a while." Sam whispered to Kaiden. "You know he's been in love with you since forever, right?" The woman scoffed, shaking her head. There was no way that Dean Winchester was in love with her.

"He's not lying, you know." Dean confirmed, looking up from D.J. "That's why I was so pissed when you left without telling me." Sam discreetly snatched D.J from his brother and left the room, wanting to give the two parents some space. "When you were gone, all I wanted to do was talk to you. Of course I was being an ass and couldn't put my ego aside."

Kaiden snorted at that comment. "I'm in love with you, Kay. And I want to remind you of that everyday if you'll let me? Please move back to the bunker. It's not the same without you." He pleaded.

The woman smiled as she brought Dean in for a kiss. "Of course I'll come home."

[whumpywhumper]

Asleep I’m Alone

Whumptober 2020: No. 11 PSYCH 101 Defiance | Struggling | Crying 

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Again, I’m just jumping around in cannon now, but this is after rescue and after the identity reveal

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Special thanks to @0idril0 @rosesareviolentlyread for keeping me sane and my confidence boosted :) 

TW: Drugged whumpee? It’s for his own good; Intubated whumpee

V***V

Markus didn’t want to sleep. 

If he slept, then he was back with Lucien. Alone. 

The drugs were pulling him down though, the empty reserves of strength that he’d been drawing from pushing him forward on whispy fumes. 

Please, please, I don’t want to. I don’t wanna be alone, please. 

He stared up at Clint, tears blurring his already unfocused gaze, and clung to his hand. Trying to communicate, begging him to not make him sleep, not to let that opaque darkness take him and swallow him up. The dark was where Lucien could find him, where he could come and drain him again, bite him again. Possess him even as he fought to free himself of the overwhelming and suffocating clutch of the vampire’s hold on him. 

Clint didn’t understand. He wasn’t there when Markus was asleep. He didn’t want to leave the comfort of his friend. 

He didn’t want to go. Please, Clint, please don’t make me go. 

Exhaustion tugged sharply on his eyelids, and they slipped closed to bury him in an unfathomable dark. His heart turned over in his chest, and he surged up with a jerk, his eyes flying open to see where he was at, to see what new horror had overtaken him while he gave in. His eyes roved, latching onto Clint’s face, and he could see the pain there, the were’s brows drawn together while his eyes flared with that steady golden yellow. 

His big hand smoothed over Markus’s hair, and his deep voice rumbled through Markus’s chest as Clint tried to soothe him. “I’m not going anywhere Markus, shhhh, you’ve gotta calm down, please brother, please,” Clint squeezed Markus’s hand gently. “Shhhhh, I know you’re scared, Hun’, I know, but you have to rest, okay?” 

Markus wanted to sob, but the tube in his throat made it impossible. 

<~> 

Markus was fighting sleep with every ounce of determination his exhausted body could summon, holding onto Clint’s hand like it was a lifeline. 

The terror and desperation seeping through the bond had Clint almost in tears, and he leaned closer to his friend, his hand brushing through his dark hair, smoothing it away from his forehead again and again as he tried to get him to settle. “It’s okay, Markus, I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He shook his head, hating the way that Markus’s green eyes pleaded with him. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe, and I’ll be right here when you wake up, nothing is going to get to you while you sleep, I promise.” 

The witch tightened his hold around Clint’s hand, his weak grip implacable as he practically begged Clint through the empathic bond, more tears, precious as diamonds, sliding down his temples. Clint hated this, that he couldn’t do anything to help his friend who was so clearly terrified, but there was nothing for him to do but try and comfort Markus. Every time the other man woke up, there was this fear in his expression that was all consuming, his eyes flicking across every surface until he saw someone he recognized and the fear settled into something weaker. Clint understood that he was disoriented, that he didn’t always know where he was at, but there was nothing else he could do to keep him oriented other than being there for him when he woke up. 

In his periphery, he could make out Anna, one of Markus’s nurses, as she sidled into the room. She was eyeing the monitors with enough concern to have Clint’s breath catch.  He caught her eye, and she shook her head. If Clint couldn’t get him to calm down then she was going to have to increase his meds.

“Markus, Sugar, shhhh,” Clint leaned in until their eyes were level, not even a foot of space separating their noses. “You’re gonna feel better when you wake up, okay? I know you’re tired, just sleep, nothing can hurt you, okay?” 

Markus turned from him, agitated, reaching toward his face and the tubes there. 

He and Anna both surged forward at once, catching his clumsy hand and gently restraining him. The heart monitor and the ventilator both gave a high pitched, vicious warning shriek, and Clint winced, feeling his own heart plummet with worry. “Fuck, Markus, fuck,” he cursed, his voice softening on the second curse as Markus’s eyelids fluttered, his body relaxing slightly against the pillows. Even that small burst of movement was too much, and Clint could see the strain in his vitals as Anna’s shook her head again.   

Doggedly, Markus’s half-lidded eyes searched out Clint’s, and the frustrated, angry fear he’d been sending through the bond turned into a pitiful yearning. The witch shook his head, struggling weakly against Clint’s restraining hand, reaching for his chest. Clint let him, and Markus’s hand clutched around the grahm under his gown, holding the metal and charms tightly. 

“I’m sorry, Bud, I’m so sorry, but I’m here and nothing is going to hurt you, okay?” Clint swallowed roughly, wishing he knew what was wrong, wishing he could do something more to make his friend feel better.  He didn’t let his gaze leave Markus’s, trying to impress upon the other man that Clint wasn’t going anywhere, that he was safe. He would figure this out, once Markus was safe, wasn’t hurting himself anymore. Even without breaking his gaze, he could see Anna messing with the pumps at the bedside, and he squeezed Markus’s hand. “You’ve got to sleep, Sweetheart, don’t fight the meds okay?” 

There was another bubble of fear as the medication hit Markus’s system, but it didn’t take more than a few more seconds and his bruised eyelids slipped closed, the race of his heart slowing as the tumult of his emotions quieted. Clint shuddered, breathing out a choked, shaking exhale as he pressed his forehead against his friend’s. “Fuck, Love, what’s wrong?” he whispered under his breath, sniffling quietly. 

Anna’s slender hand came to rest on his shoulder, her thumb swiping back and forth gently. “He’s on a lot of different medications, Clint, and he’s been through a lot.” Her voice was soft, soothing. She was a lot gentler than Catrina, but no less vicious when it came to taking care of Markus. “He’s probably having some really strange dreams—it’s just making him agitated, okay? You’re doing great with him, I’m sure it’ll taper off once he gets a little better.”

Clint straightened, looking at her with wide eyes. “Strange dreams?” 

She nodded, her eyes sad as she looked down at her patient. “Yeah, painkillers are notorious for giving people nightmares, and with everything he’s experienced. . . I don’t want to know what he’s dreaming about.” 

“I could kiss you,” he said, the words flying out of his mouth without filter as exhaustion and relief made him giddy. 

Thankfully, Anna laughed. “Okay, can I ask why?” 

“Cause I think I know someone who can do something about dreams.” Anna shook her head, but she’d become used to the odd things that Markus’s friends said and just left as Clint picked up his phone, dialing Theo. Markus’s coven sister would have something to help, he was sure of it.  

<~> 

The next time Markus woke, it was with the normal lethargy of medicated sleep. He shifted slightly on the bed, and Clint held his breath as his eyelids fluttered, but there was none of the stark terror from before. His green eyes took their time focusing, but the wolf watched as his gaze was drawn down to where Theo was asleep next to Markus’s hip, hand wrapped around Markus’s wrist, hiding the new charm from his gaze. She’d exhausted herself making the charm, the magic convoluted and ephemeral, something even Theo wasn’t sure how long would last. 

But it was a start.

Markus didn’t fight this time, settling back to sleep quickly, not even seeing Clint in the corner of the room. 

[skiller0dani]

Briefly Lovers | Timothee Chalamet

M A S T E R L I S T

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It was harder than he was expecting, almost ten times harder than the last time he’d had to do this. Timothee had settled into his new life easily enough, it was always easy for him to assimilate, he’d sure done it enough times. This time he’d picked a house on the countryside of a small city he’d forgotten the name of. It reminded him of his own childhood home, though he could barely remember anymore. Those memories were locked somewhere deep in his mind, stored away in a lifetime from over 250 years ago. He was no longer that carefree child, throwing seed to the chickens. It doesn’t feel like him anymore, now he spent every waking hour resisting his blood lust and now trying to push you from his mind. His chest constricted just at the mere thought of you, and his heart seized if he heard your name fall off a strangers lips. Why did you have to have a name so commonly used? He heard it everywhere. On mens lips that didn’t deserve to say it. You awakened something from deep within his heart he had not yet mustered up the courage to face. It was raw, it was wild, it was passion, it was so painfully human. Something he had not been for longer than he could remember. 

He thought about returning to the man he used to be, to the prowling monster clinging to the darkness that loomed as the sun set. There certainly wasn’t a compelling reason to try to reclaim the man he used to be. Timothee never asked for this, he never asked to be turned. He would have rather been left to die in that hospital bed. Timothee knew she thought she was helping him, but dear Susanna was subjecting him to a lifetime of loneliness. All of that melted away when he was in your embrace, and he hated that he could still feel your nails dragging down his back. Your lips against his neck, your arms around him, the warmth you helped blossom in his chest. This sort of emotion was dangerous, it means that Timothee could start to care. The more he cared, the more he lost. Better to have nothing to lose, leaving your enemies with nothing to take away. So Timothee stayed holed up in his new home, far from other people. Far from you. 

If Timothee thought you’d let him go without a fight then he was sorely mistaken. While it was true that you didn’t know exactly how to find him, you were certain you could find a way to bring him to you. Now the plan you were beginning to concoct in your head was 7 flavors of crazy, but you’d fallen in love with a vampire. A vampire. You thought crazy was exactly you needed right now. If keeping you safe is what drove him away, then keeping you safe would also bring him back to you. Right? You chose not to question yourself or talk yourself out of what you were about to do. You couldn’t go another second without him, every time you close your eyes you see him. His messy chocolate curls that he managed to tame, those eyes that shined like emeralds, his smooth voice he could use to coax you to orgasm. A shudder ran down your spin upon remembering that wild night you shared, no barriers between your bodies. No hesitation, no sadness, just you and him. Your body craved for that again, and what scared you more was that your heart craved it too. 

This was crazy, it was beyond crazy. Mainly because of the fact that since Timothee up and left, your Dad has been borderline unhinged in his desperate search for him. He hadn’t even attempted to hide the truth of the situation from you or your sister, practically saying it plain. You had no idea how he was going to react to what you were about to say as you descended the stairs. All you knew was that you needed to draw Timothee out, you needed him. When you rounded the corner into the kitchen you saw your Dad where he usually was. Hunched over the counter, with maps and books sprawled out in front of him. “Still looking for the runaway neighbor?” You ask as you move to stand next to him. He groaned, his eyes looking tired but his expression tight and he could do nothing more but nod curtly. You nibbled on your lower lip, the anxiety in your gut beginning to take over as your blood practically curdled in your veins at the level your anxiety had risen to. You straightened your back and reached for the sleeve of your shirt, you’d been practicing this for quite sometime. You wanted it to look perfect, and more than that you wanted it to look convincing. 

“Dad I have something to tell you.” You began, effectively drawing his attention as you rolled up your sleeve. You had sculpted a convincing enough bite on your forearm, using the powers of horror movie makeup and a bottle of fake blood. Your Dad immediately grabbed your arm and yanked it over towards him, a rekindled flame of rage in his eyes. “Was it him?” He asks and your body trembles from the sheer intensity of his voice. You nod, your palms beginning to shake- this might not have been a very good idea. “He bit you?” Your Dad asks for further clarification, and by now it was unspoken between the two of you that you were aware of vampires. And that you were also aware that your neighbor is one. “Yes he bit me, he said he wanted me to be his forever...” You lied, turning your eyes to the tiles of your kitchen floor. Your Dad releases you before turning to a kitchen drawer, yanking it open and searching for something inside it. When he turns around, he’s jamming a needle into your neck. 

“Sorry sweetheart but when the blood lust takes over I won’t be able to trust you. Don’t worry- I’ll fix this.” He whispers as the world around you begins to blur. You reach out to grab him, but your movements are sluggish. His arms wrap around you to prevent you from falling as blackness spots at the corners of your eyes. He holds you to his chest when your body has slumped fully against him, and he lifts you into his arms before swiftly carrying you out to his van. He knew leaving the monster across the street unattended to would bite him in the ass, and it did. Except it bit his daughter, in the goddamn arm. Thankfully, as long as you haven’t drank human blood- there was still a way to fix this. The bite on your  arm looked pretty fresh, and your eyes hadn’t turned quite yet so he knows you haven’t had your first drink yet. As long as he can get a hold of Timothee, this can still be fixed. He just needs the blood of the vampire who bit you, and then this will all be over. If he couldn’t cure you, then he’ll do what needs to be done. By then, you won’t be his daughter anymore. Just another monster walking the Earth wearing his daughters face. 

The contacts your Dad knew spread their ivy vines, probing for information regarding the young handsome vampire who’d bitten his daughter. The drive to the warehouse just outside town was a longer drive then he’d anticipated but you couldn’t be around people. He should have driven a stake through Timothee’s chest when he first had the chance, it’s time to end this once and for all. Why did you never listen to him? He told you to stay away from Timothee and you disobeyed him, and now this is the position you’re in. His eyes flashed to you through the rear view mirror. Your arms are strapped to the wall of the van, and your ankles are held to the floor. Your head is slumped low and he can only hope you won’t wake before you arrive. When you arrived at the warehouse, you were still- thankfully, asleep. Your Dad lifted you into his arms and brought you to the warehouse, strapping you up inside it and placing a leather strap over your mouth. “We found him.” A man says approaching your Dad’s right side. Your Dad pulls out a Polaroid camera and snaps a photo of you, handing it to the man. “Give him this, and the address.” He instructs and the other man nods before taking the photo and heading for the exit of the warehouse.

Timothee sat near his fireplace, his stubborn mind once again drifting to you. For the first few weeks his thoughts were purely animalistic, thinking of bending you over the back of his couch. Or on your knees in front of him, dick in your mouth and tears down your cheeks. But now, he thinks of nothing but your smile, how radiant and full of life it is. He thinks of the way you say his name, so soft, so intense, it runs shivers down his back. He thinks of your fingertips trailing down his arms, holding him so tenderly that you almost convinced him that he deserves a happiness like that. Timothee understands a truth that you do not, he understands that monsters like him don’t deserve happiness like that. He didn’t want to sully your pure heart with the darkness looming in his soul. He leans back in his chair, beginning to be consumed by his thoughts when a pounding on his door draws his attention. Timothee is on his feet, slowly making his way towards his front door but when he swings it open there’s no one standing there. Out of the corner of his eye, something nailed to his door catches his attention. When he pulls the photo free, his entire world stops. It’s you, tied up and gagged but it’s what’s on your arm that constricts his heart the most. You were bit. At the bottom of the photo is an address written in sharpie, and he’s out the door. 

Your vision is bleary as you slowly open your eyes, flood lights pointed straight at you. The lights blind you, hurting your eyes as you struggle to adjust to it. Behind the lights you see a figure sitting in a chair and when you feel the leather binds holding you to the wall, and the one placed around your mouth you know you made a mistake. Your vision clear enough to see your Dad sitting and observing you carefully, a dangerously detached look in his eyes. “Soon this whole mess will be behind us sweetheart. Timothee is on his way, and as soon as he arrives I’m going to drive a stake through his heart and drain his body of every drop of blood in his veins.” He says smoothly and tears build in your eyes as panic rises in your chest. You begin to cry out against the leather strap, tears in your eyes as your desperate words come out muffled. You pull and yank your limbs against the restraints, your desperate cries ripping through your throat. Your Dad nods to someone to his left and soon the leather strap is removed from your mouth. You gasp for breath as you continue struggling against the straps. “Dad, please don’t hurt him! You don’t have to hurt him!” You beg, tears staining your cheeks. 

“I know he’s infected your heart, you think you care for him but it’s not real Y/N. He’s bitten you, all you feel is loyalty because his blood runs through your veins.” Your Dad explains in an even voice and you pull harder, the straps cutting into your wrists. “I love him! I’ve loved him since the first second I saw him. Please don’t hurt him please!” You plead, your eyes begging him as he stands and takes a few careful steps towards you. Your Dad kneels in front of you and brushes tears off your cheeks, “I’ll never see him again I promise. I’ll do whatever you ask but please don’t hurt him.” You cry, your voice hoarse as you look up at your Dad. He smiles, but the emotion doesn’t reach his eyes as he looks down at you. “This is not love, this is infatuation. Forced blood loyalty. That’s all it is, and once he’s dead you will be cured of the weakness in your heart.” He says softly, pressing a kiss to your head before securing the strap around your mouth again. You scream and try to bite at the leather strap as he turns and walks away. A flash of lights flood the room and a smile slides onto your Dad’s face as he reaches for a wooden stake. “He’s here.” Another man says and your panic sky rockets. You sob, pulling as hard as you can even though you know you’re breaking skin. 

Everything moves in slow motion as the door to the warehouse open and you’re trying to cry warnings to him through your muffled gag. When Timothee walks in, his eyes are on you before you see a stake driving through the middle of his chest. You scream, your eyes locked on him as you slump against your restrains- sobbing. Blood runs down the stake and wets his shirt as he looks at your father, and you can see the life leaving his eyes. Your Dad walks over to him, grabbing him by the neck before cutting his neck open and draining his blood into a bucket. You feel hollow as your eyes stay fixed on the cement floors of the warehouse, and you just feel numb. You close your eyes to will the tears to stop but they just keep coming. This isn’t real, this isn’t happening. Your Dad didn’t just kill Timothee right in front of you because you pretended to be bit. Oh God this whole thing is your fault, and you choke through your sobs. Suddenly you feel your arm and leg restrains being torn and when you look over, your heart stops. 

Timothee is crouched beside you, his eyes glancing towards your Father and the other men surrounding what you thought was him. When he pulls your mouth restraint off his palm is over your mouth, “shh.” He says and helps you silently stand. Your eyes stay trained on him, tears steadily flowing down your cheeks as you follow him through the building. You stay in the shadows, following his every step as his hand stays securely wrapped around yours. His eyes flicker to the bite on your arm and his heart breaks in his chest, he didn’t want this life for you. Your other hand holds his arm, still not fully believing that this is real, that he’s stood in front of you. Eventually you make it to a side door and slip out into the night where you can breathe as you take a step away from him. “I- I just watched my Dad kill you, how are you..?” Your voice trails off, your heart hammering against your chest as you reach for him. Your hands smooth down his chest and his arms are around your waist. “It’s called astral projection. Something Vampires can do. Not very often, but it’s a useful distraction.” He says, his voice hurried as he grabs your arm- observing the bite. 

“Who was it? Baby who bit you?” Timothee asks, his hands cradling your face as he looks into your eyes. There is panic in his eyes, and an immeasurable amount of fear behind them as he studies your face. “Nobody Tim-” You start but he shakes his head as his hands gently wipe away the drying tears. “I will find whoever did this and I will kill them. Have you drank from anybody yet? I promise baby, I’ll fix this.” He stammers, holding you tightly. You reach your hand towards your arm and begin lifting the makeup, effectively pulling the ‘bite’ off your arm. Timothee falters, his eyes studying your arm- no bite anywhere to be seen. “It’s make up Timothee. I just- I needed to see you badly and I didn’t know how else to draw you out...” You trail off and he releases you, taking a few steps away from you. There is an unreadable expression on his face as he looks at you, “are you insane? You could have gotten yourself killed! Jesus you could have gotten yourself killed Y/N.” Timothee gasps, running a hand through his curls. Your throat closes in embarrassment as you avoid his gaze. “What the hell were you thinking? Have you ever considered that maybe it’s better for you, if I’m not around? Look at what’s happened to your life since you met me!” Timothee says, his voice strained as he watches you. 

“I don’t care! I love you.” You exclaim, catching both him and you by surprise. Tears are pushing at the corners of your eyes again as you look up to meet his gaze. “I love you Timothee, I don’t care about how dangerous it is I just want to be with you. Please take me with you,” You plead as you take a slow step towards him. He looks up at you, his hands coming up to gently cradle your face again as he presses his forehead to yours. “You’d choose a life on the run, a life like this...for me?” Timothee asks as your arms come up to wrap around his shoulders. You nod immediately, “yes. I want to be with you.” You whisper, your hands holding him tightly. Timothee pressed his lips against yours, salty tears mixing in as tears rush down both of your cheeks. “I love you, are you sure this is what you want?” Timothee asks, his eyes searching yours as he looks at you. You smile as your fingers tangle in his hair, “I want this- I want you.” You breathe and his hand wraps around yours before pulling you away from the warehouse. 

When you arrive at his house, your back is immediately pressed against the wall as soon as the door closes. He grinds his hardening cock against you and you gasp. “Baby, if we do this there’s one condition.” He whispers in your ear, and you nod desperately wanting him to just keep kissing and touching you. “I’ll let you come with me, but I will never bite you. Ever.” Timothee says, his voice tight as he looks down at you. Your heart drops, the thought of spending forever with him is far too tempting to pass up. If he won’t bite you, you’ll just have to find another Vampire who will. “Fine.” You huff, your lips moving to find his again. Timothee hums, satisfied by your answer as his lips press to yours again. Your mouths move together, languid and slow as his hands reach up to pull your lips for firmly against his. You grind your hips against him, needing to soothe the throbbing between your legs. Timothee takes the hint and slides his hand down your front, under your jeans. His fingers find your slick lips and he smiles against you, “soaked already baby? You’re so ready for me aren’t you?” He asks, his voice low and you nod frantically. His fingers gently toy with your clit, moving too slowly for your liking as he lazily rolls circles over your bundle of nerves. Your hips roll with his movements as you whine against his lips. 

“Please Timmy, more.” You plead and you hear him groan under his breath as he takes his hand from your jeans. Before you can protest he’s lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist as his hands hold you up by your ass. Timothee walks you through the house before gently laying you back against his bed. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you baby,” Timothee whispers as his fingers hook into the waistband of your jeans. He pulls your jeans down your legs, “couldn’t stop thinking about your perfect little pussy.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. Timothee slides his hands up your bare legs, another groan escaping his mouth when he sees the black thong you’re wearing. “Couldn’t stop thinking about how it felt to be inside you, so warm and so goddamn wet.” He breathes, his voice husky as his pupils dilate as he looks at you. Timothee continues pressing kisses up your thigh, pressing one light kiss to your clit over the fabric of your thong before moving to kiss down your other leg. “Fuck,” You whine, your hips beginning to wriggle as the heat builds in your stomach. “But mostly, I couldn’t stop thinking about your smile, your laugh. Your beautiful eyes, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking much I missed you.” Timothee admits, his eyes looking vulnerable as he looks up at you. 

Finally his fingers pull your thong down and he groans loudly seeing your pussy glistening for him. “God, I missed you so much baby.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. He presses his tongue into you then, his fingers rubbing at your clit. Your back arches off the bed as a strangled moan falls from your lips. “Fuck baby,” You moan loudly, your fingers winding into his hair to pull him against you more firmly. Timothee continues to push his tongue into you, moaning softly at your taste. Your cries come out more strangled as he continues to wind that coil tighter in your stomach. His cock is pressed against his pants so hard it’s beginning to hurt. No matter how much he jerked himself off, he could never cum. Only you can make him cum. He replaces his fingers with his mouth over your clit as he slides 2 fingers into you. Timothee changes the frantic desperate pace he just had for a much slower one. He very gently and sensually pushes his fingers into you and draws them out slowly, causing you to whine as the pressure in your pelvis builds. “Please don’t stop, please please,” You plead, your voice almost coming out as a cry. Timothee doesn’t stop, he keeps his slow languid pace as he gently builds you up until you’re squeezing around his fingers. You cry out as you throw your head to the side, feeling your cum gush around his fingers. 

Your heart races and your eyes are closed when you feel Timothee slide up your body, his nose brushing against yours. You open your eyes and your arms wrap around his shoulders, “please baby. Make love to me.” You whisper against his lips and you feel him smile. His hands reach down to push his pants down his legs and off his ankles before he’s lining himself up at your entrance. You spread your thighs wider for him as he presses the head of his cock into you. Your face buries in his neck as Timothee gently slides into you, the warmth and tightness of your pussy overwhelming him as he releases a shaky breath. One of his hands cups your cheek and the other slides under your back as he slowly pulls out of you so that only the tip was inside you before pushing back in. The pace was slow, long deep strokes that reached places inside you that you didn’t know existed. Your legs open further for him as he continues so slowly thrust into you, and you feel the heat spreading through your veins like fire. “I love you.” You whisper into his neck and you feel goosebumps spread over his skin as a shiver runs down his back. “Say it again baby,” Timothee groans, his pace increasing a little as your orgasms approach. You look into his eyes, “I love you Timothee,” You say again and he drops his head to your chest- taking a nipple in his mouth. In an instant that coil snaps and you cry out, squeezing around him and effectively sending him over the edge. He cums into you as you cum around his cock. 

Both of your hearts are racing as he pulls out of you and lays beside you. Your breaths are heaving as he reaches over and pulls you into his chest. “I love you too baby.” Timothee says, his eyes closed as he squeezes you against him. You nuzzle against him, peppering soft kisses across his chest. “You’re not gonna leave again are you?” You ask as your eyes begin to droop and he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Baby I promise I’ll still be right here when you wake up.” He promises and you relax completely against him, all anxiety leaving your body. You feel sleep beginning to take you as you cuddle into his side more. “I know you don’t want me to be turned, but I want to spend forever with you.” You breathe into the silence and you feel his body tense. Fear courses through him as he presses another soft kiss into your hair, “sleep my love. We can talk about this in the morning.” He says and you nod, finally letting sleep take you. 

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[tasmanian-angel]

Uh hi

I’m no artist, but I think I’ve finally figured out my main voidsona?

I’ve had a lot of revelations over the past 72 hours, so that might have something to do with it

Along with the discovery of Changelingcore which, while a very small aesthetic/community, is still very Fitting to my mood and identity

Anyway, uh, I’ll put the description I have under a read more just in case this gets long or in case there might be some unreality and/or body horror or other things that might creep people out

So, uh, I think the best place to start for this is a specific cryptid photo, let me go find it

The Rake, that’s the picture I’m thinking of, uh, (1) I’m not super up to date on the hottest cryptid, creepypasta, and folklore news so if we’re not supposed to call it that or use the pictures or smth, plz let me know, and (2) from here on out, please assume there’s a body horror, cryptid, blurry/grainy photo, and unreality tw/cw!  If I think of any other ways to tag it or any other cw/tw to add, I will, but I really don’t wanna upset anyone!

anyway, here’s the picture

it’s a good start, but my mental picture is much more changeling than it is just... whatever this is

about 10 feet tall, a white, sickly color, not quite “faceless,” but lacks any major definition in their face, the only thing that doesn’t actively look like there’s skin or a morph suit stretched over it is the eyes

the eyes are solid white, but can take on any iris color, any pupil shape, etc. (there are also More Eyes, but they usually stay closed, where they are... :) don’t worry about it)

their head can basically unhinge where the mouth would be and open up like a pez dispenser to reveal rows and rows of countless sharp teeth and a long tongue (not unlike that one Among Us kill animation)

Their arms and legs are VERY long, their legs are about 2/3 of their overall height and their arms are also very long and gangly; overall they’re pretty bony and lanky; if they sit down and pull in their knees, they fold up to be around 3-4 feet tall, so they can hide pretty easily

their hands are very claw like and large, with long skinny fingers (like salad fingers but how you would draw a humanoid with an exoskeleton, if that makes sense)

as a changeling-esque being, they can kinda go gooey and shrink down into a more human shape and size, taking on more defined features like a nose, ears, a mouth, and Regular Hands, but they retain that sickly, not quite human skin color

their fashion sense varies, but it’s usually kind of quirky and takes from some historical era, such as medieval, renaissance, or victorian fashion, it depends on the day and the occasion

I don’t know too much about their exact species, powers, and origin, but uh... I think they might be some sort of alien or eldritch space entity that fell to earth and got stuck (so long ago that they might as well have been here for all of earth’s history), so upon getting stuck, they took to the woods and the mountains and other areas generally not well traveled so they can protect themself and the things around them without having to be Involved Directly

Also they have a werewolf husband and a vampire husband, and they love them very much (read the second half of that sentence in either direction, both are true).

They’re ace and greyromantic (subject to change), they’re agender and don’t like being referred to unless by those they deem worthy, but they/them and it/its are preferred in that case (and feel free to mix it up with any appropriately void/eldritch/cryptid/etc. themed neopronouns)

I might make more posts about their husbands but I might not, uh, anyway yeah... I don’t have a name for them, so I might just... sorry, as I was typing I was checking to see what tags were available/unused and I just kinda... thought of calling them Res... so uh... that’s also subject to change, but for now, I think anything related to them will be tagged “Res the Changeling” and “Tasmanian Angel voidsona” 

I might use “Tasmanian Angel voidsona” for any other voidsonas, so that might just be a tag to look out for in general

[fanficimagery]

The Major’s Mate

#65 "Don't die on me. Please."

Summary: New to Forks, Celeste quickly finds out she's not the only vampire in town. The Cold Ones don't know what to think of her, but they find her in their home more often than not and that her species of vampire is a lot more vulnerable than their own.

Forks, Washington was the most dreariest of places Celeste has moved to, but it was also the one that she fell in love with and could see herself settling down in for quite some time. It was constantly cold and wet, and on the off chance that the sun came out it was never too hot. But since she was a vampire, the weather hardly fazed her.

She had bought herself a decent home and enrolled herself as a Junior in high school. She compelled the local authorities and other people in positions of power to not question the lack of parental figures in her life, and put the idea in their heads that she was an emancipated young lady getting a monthly stipend from a wealthy Uncle that was constantly travelling. And since she had transferred midweek, she gave herself a long weekend before throwing herself back into the cesspool of teenage drama and hormones for the umpteenth time.

So pulling up in a brand new white jeep wrangler with a black roof and black rims, Celeste is not so surprised when every student in the parking lot stares. Nearly every vehicle in the student parking lot are either old or dulling in color, so of course the new student and shiny car would draw attention.

Celeste then parks and cuts the engine. She grabs her backpack from the passenger seat and stows her keys in one of the zippered pockets before stepping out of her vehicle. She shoulders the strap of her bag, flipping her hair over her shoulder and practically saunters towards the main building. She can feel every gaze on her and she doesn't bother hiding her smile.

Classes are dull, she knowing the material like the back of her hand. The student population are nosy, some of the braver ones introducing themselves and asking about her life, while others watched from afar and whispered their curiosity. But she's not the only one they're curious about. They also curious about a family of adopted children that they've been going to school with the past year- the Cullen's. And when Celeste gets curious enough to finally check the family out for herself, she realizes why.

The Cullen's are not normal. Their pale skin wouldn't have tipped her off before, but since her own vision is enhanced she can see what the others don't. They're absolutely flawless, with the exception of Jasper Hale, but his scars only add to his beauty. And it's their eyes that are the big tip off anyway. No one has yellow/gold eyes. No one, unless they were a werewolf, but the Cullen's don't smell of the canine variety. They don't eat, they keep only to themselves, and they talk way too low and way too fast to be anything but normal. But since Celeste is not normal herself, she doesn't care what secrets they're hiding so long as they don't jeopardize her place in Forks.

Sometimes, when she's talking to the other students and mentally threatening them when they get on her nerves, she has a feeling Edward Cullen knows exactly what she's thinking. He'll stare at her in mild horror or his lips will twitch in amusement. But after the first few weeks, the Cullen's are put to the back of her mind as she continues on playing human.

"So who do you think is the hottest Cullen?" Jessica muses one day at lunch. Celeste quietly groans, sipping on her Coke and for once wishing for the company of Tyler or Mike so she didn't have to sit through the torture they dubbed girl talk. "Or Hale."

"Jesus. What is it with your obsession with that family? Literally every other person in this school is staring or swooning or muttering about how they wanna get one of them in sack. Leave that poor family alone."

Lauren, the one girl Celeste fantasized about draining on a daily basis, rolls her eyes. "Don't act as if you're not interested. I see you staring too."

She shrugs. "They're aesthetically pleasing, sure, but I don't fantasize about banging one of them like half this school apparently does. They're our peers, not some celebrity that makes it's okay for you to fantasize getting dicked down by." Celeste hears a snort as soon as the words leave her mouth, but it's from nowhere around her table. It's from across the room. Chancing a glance at the Cullen table, she sees Emmett with his head ducked and shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Even Rosalie, the one everyone had dubbed the Ice Queen, seems amused. Huh. Enhanced hearing?

"Yeah, but even Angela has a favorite," Jessica muses, causing the dark haired girl in question to blush a deep red and nervously fidget with her glasses. "Surely you have to have an opinion. Come on, Celeste, share with the class."

Sighing, she caves. Celeste knows Jessica won't let this go. "Fine. If I had to choose.. it's be Rosalie." Angela smiles, Jessica gapes, and Lauren's mouth twists into a sneer. "I mean have you seen her shoes? I'd fuck her just for her shoe collection."

Angela and Jessica erupt in a fit of giggles, but it's Lauren who scoffs. "That's disgusting."

"Easy, Mallory," Celeste warns, her smile diminishing and her aura promising violence. She knows the mood has shifted when Angela suddenly shivers and Jessica suddenly seems uncomfortable. "You wouldn't want the entire school to know you're a homophobe, do you? As small as this school is, I'm sure the will rumor will be spread by the end of the next class period."

She squawks in outrage. "I am not-"

"Then fuck off. Jessica asked a question and I answered it. You don't like my answer, then keep your shitty opinion to yourself."

Celeste pushes back in her chair, glaring at the now cowed teenager while gathering up her lunch tray and trash. "I'll see you in Bio, Ang, and you in P.E, Jess." She stalks towards the trash cans, chancing a look at the Cullen table one more time. Every member of the family are staring at her, Alice and Emmett the only ones beaming.

She winks at the smallest at the Cullen table, but when her gaze meets that of Jasper's for the first time.. she stumbles. It feels as if the air has been sucked from her lungs and there's a crushing weight settling on her chest. She knew he was handsome before, but this- it feels different. She's suddenly overwhelmed with attraction towards him and wants nothing more than to go to him, but that's.. it's silly. She doesn't even know him to be this attracted to him and-

What the hell is going on?!

Celeste inhales shakily.. and just like that she can breathe again. Jasper's eyes subtly widen before he looks away, but she doesn't miss the small grin that turns up the corner of his mouth.

"Celeste?" She startles, meeting Angela's worried gaze. "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah." Celeste clears her throat, quickly dumping her tray and setting the tray aside. "I just- I got sucked into a Jasper vortex it seems."

Understanding, Angela chuckles as she dumps her tray as well. "That tends to happen quite a lot around here."

"No kidding. Come on. Lets get out of here." And just like that, Celeste puts the weirdly intense staring competition to the back of her mind.

"She makes me uneasy," Edward admits to his family, glancing at his mate who's smiling serenely at him. "I only hear her thoughts every now and then, and they're- sometimes her thoughts are cruel. She fantasizes about killing our fellow students."

Rosalie shrugs, flipping through a magazine. "Can you blame her? I fantasize about it all the time too."

Esme tuts at her and Carlisle smothers a grin as his other children sheepishly shrug as if agreeing with Rosalie.

Alice suddenly stills and Edward's the first to notice. Speeding to his mate's side, he gently touches her shoulder. "Alice? What do you see?"

The smallest of the Cullen clan is immersed in a vision, a frown pulling down the corners of her lips when she comes out of it. Edward's frown matches hers. "I.. she's an oddity," Alice says. "I'm having a hard time seeing her, but when I do see her she's always with Jasper."

The vampire in question tenses and his family suddenly perks up. "She's doesn't look like us in the visions though," Edward says, grabbing his mate's hand in his own and rubbing his thumb back and forth over the back of her hand. "She still looks human, but she and Jasper are really happy together."

"No." Rosalie tosses her magazine on the coffee table, now glaring at her siblings. "We will not jeopardize our family for a human." Jasper snarls, but Rosalie doesn't cower under his intense glare. "We just settled back down in Forks in Esme's favorite house. Do you really want to take this away from her?"

"Rosalie," Esme quietly admonishes, smiling sadly. "Thank you for thinking of me, but this is not your decision to make. If she's to be part of this family because of Jasper, then it's his decision whether or not to approach her." The blonde female crosses her arms over her chest, pouting. "The pull of a mate-"

"Alice didn't say she was his mate," Rosalie quickly cuts in, frowning. "She just said-"

"As if Jasper would risk our family over anything else," Alice muses. Out of the entire Cullen clan, Alice and Jasper were the ones to find them because of Alice's visions of Edward, and ask to be a part of their coven. They were nothing more than good friends and Alice wanted her friend to be happy.

Edward grins at mate's side and Jasper suddenly looks nervous. "If it helps, Rose, you'll come to like her. I see you smiling in Alice's visions too."

Knowing she's not going to win this argument with her family, Rosalie sighs and leans back in her seat. Emmett sinks into the spot next to her, wrapping an arm around his own mate's shoulders and muttering reassurances in her ear.

"Well that seems settled," Carlisle says. He glances between Alice, Jasper, and Edward. "I want all my children to be happy, so if this girl is the one who will make Jasper happy then all I have to say is be careful. Make sure to get a good read on this girl before you tell her anything. Ease her into it."

There are nods and words of agreement, and Esme claps happily. "Ohh. I can't wait to test out the kitchen."

Jasper finally chuckles and Alice beams. She can't wait for her family to be complete and Jasper to finally get his mate.

From one day to the next, Celeste notices the that Cullen family is suddenly very interested in her. Well, everyone but Rosalie who seems to pretend that Celeste doesn't even exist. Whatever.

But with their newfound interest, Celeste finds she has to be careful.

For the first week with her new fans, Celeste puts up with Alice greeting her in the mornings and at lunch, and the petite girl trying everything in her arsenal to get Celeste to have lunch with her and her family. Edward hangs back, but he is always right there with her and smiling sheepishly as if apologizing for Alice's enthusiasm. Jasper keeps a bit of a distance, but he's still decently friendly when she looks his way and she always has to gulp when her emotions well up. Especially when he smiles at her and all she wants to do is climb into his lap.

Emmett doesn't do much but watch from afar, but he's always ready with a smile when Celeste catches his gaze.

Celeste's own friends are surprised since the Cullen's didn't interact with anyone other than their own family, but it's Lauren who eventually drives Celeste to the Cullen table when she can't keep her jealousy in check.

"Sorry to intrude," Celeste says, walking up to the most avoided table in the cafeteria with her lunch tray in hand. She mentally smirks when the chattering ceases all around. "But if I have to sit with Lauren one more second I will rip her throat out. With my teeth." The Cullen family seem surprised by her words, but Emmett quickly kicks out a chair for her to take- the chair between Alice and Jasper. "Thanks."

Taking her seat, Celeste then smiles at every Cullen and Hale, and ignores the way Edward is intently staring at her. She starts eating her chicken tenders and mashed potatoes, grinning when Rosalie wrinkles her nose in distaste.

"So what are the reclusive Cullen's and Hale's up to today? Make anyone cry, Rosalie?"

Emmett grins and nudges her, and Rosalie shrugs. "Not yet."

"Awesome. And you, Mr. Hale?" Celeste then lightly kicks him under the table. "Your resting bitch face seems like it'd make a person or two cry."

Emmett guffaws and Jasper shifts in his seat. "Excuse me?"

"Don't get me wrong. The look totally works for you," she muses and is pleased when Jasper relaxes. "And your voice, oddly enough. Was that a Southern drawl I detected?"

Jasper can only blink in response when the sudden onslaught of her emotions hits him, making him want to- Edward coughs and Jasper slams a wall down on his mind and emotions.

"Nevermind. Anyway I'm sure you've heard others talk about how intimidating you are. Someone has to have cried before."

Alice giggles and Celeste shoves another chicken tender into her mouth, grinning at the way she's being stared at as if she's an oddity. "So, Celeste, any plans this weekend?"

"Nope. I'm as free as a bird. What'd you have in mind, short stack?"

"Shopping."

"Done. So long as Rosalie tells me where she gets her boots." Celeste gets a far away look in her eye, sighing dreamily. "I really love those boots."

"You love them so much you want to bang her- OW!"

Celeste glances at Emmett mid-sip of her Cola, her eyes narrowing. She tilts her head as if wondering if she heard him right-

"You did."

-and.. wait. What? Celeste's gaze darts to Edward next. She's had her suspicions about this one, but instead of asking outright she starts mentally singing, "Shot through the heart and you're to blame. Darlin', you give love a bad name."

Edward's lips twitch. "Bon Jovi?"

Celeste's eyes widen and Rosalie quietly curses her brother. "What happened to easing her into this? Carlisle would not approve, idiot."

But instead of freaking out, Celeste snorts and shakes her head. "Mind reader. I knew it." The Cullen's and Hale's uneasily glance around at each other. "Any other specialties I should know about besides Rosalie's killer sense of fashion?"

Emmett grins. "I'm strong, like abnormally strong."

"And I see the future based on people's decisions. Sometimes. You're actually really hard to see,” Alice says.

Everyone glances at Jasper next, Celeste included, but instead of answering her he shows her. Celeste suddenly feels giddy and then sad, but given how her emotions are all ready amplified the sadness she suddenly feels, feels like crushing grief. Her eyes tear up and she chokes down a sob, and then suddenly the weight is gone and she's back to her curious self. "W-What.. was that?"

"I'm sorry," Jasper says. "I didn't mean to push too much on you."

She takes a moment to catch her breath and wipe beneath her eyes, Celeste then shaking her head. "It's not your fault. Not entirely. I-"

The bell rings, which startles Celeste, but before she can say anything else Alice is dragging her up and out of her seat. "Come with me. We need to clean you up in the bathroom. The boys will clear the table."

Celeste follows without putting up a fight, she still trying to get her emotions in check after Jasper apparently manipulated them. Cool power, but major suckage to have it turned on herself.

Rosalie reluctantly follows them into the bathroom and Celeste swats Alice's hands away when when the petite girl wets a paper towel and tries to wipe under her eyes.

"I got it, I got it," Celeste grumbles.

As she's cleaning off her ruined eyeliner and mascara, Rosalie huffs from where she's leaning against a wall. "So that's it? You find out Alice sees the future, Edward can read minds, and Jasper can play with your emotions, and you don't even bat an eye?"

Celeste shrugs. "This isn't my first supernatural rodeo." She pulls forward her backpack, digging through the front pocket for her makeup. "I know witches, and I'm friends with vampires and a few werewolves. I even met a dryad once, who by the way was very beautiful. History books don't do them any justice."

Alice's gaze quickly darts to a now tense Rosalie. "Vampire?"

"Mhm." Celeste is focusing on perfecting her eyeliner that she doesn't see the other two having a silent conversation with their eyes. "So is that what you guys are then?" She asks. "I know there's more than one type of species of vamp, but I've never met the other kinds. You guys, however, are extremely cold. Colder than even myself and you don't eat human food, which is another trait some of the other vamps have."

"Colder than yourself?" Rosalie's eyes narrow. "Why would you compare yourself to-"

The bathroom door opens, cutting Rosalie off, and all three girls hold in their groan at the sight of Lauren. Lauren, however, rolls her eyes and has no problem groaning at the sight of Celeste. Then suddenly getting an idea, Celeste makes up her mind about showing Rosalie and Alice just why she compared herself to them. Alice's gaze suddenly goes distant, but before the gasp can even leave her mouth Celeste is on the move.

Grabbing Lauren by the throat after moving towards at her with inhuman speed, Celeste lightly slams the girl into the sink and bends her backwards over it. She wills her face to change, hissing in Lauren's face and the human girl pales. Lauren's eyes widen in horror, but before her scream can leave her throat, Celeste speaks. "Don't scream."

Lauren's mouth gapes, but no noise comes out.

"Shut your mouth." Lauren does.

"What the hell?" Rosalie steps forward, looking in the mirror to see Celeste's reflection- eyes blood red, black veins prominent beneath her eyes, and actual fangs glinting in the school's crappy lighting.

Celeste then meets Rosalie's gaze in the mirror and slowly smirks. "Traditional vampire." Then looking back at Lauren, she says, "You're going to do whatever business you came in here to do, wash your hands, and then leave. You're also going to be a better friend to Angela and Jessica, and then you're going to forget this little interaction and the monster you thought you saw."

"I will forget this interaction and the monster I thought I saw," Lauren repeats back.

"Good girl." Celeste's vampiric features shift back to her more human features. "Go on then." Celeste steps back and Lauren enters one of the stalls without a word. "Shall we go?" She asks, glancing between Alice and Rosalie.

After zipping her backpack back up, Celeste moves to exit the bathroom. Emmett, Jasper, and Edward are standing outside in the empty hallway, but before they can ask what is going on, Rosalie says, "Family meeting. Now."

"Babe?" Emmett frowns. "We still have class."

"Ooh. Skip day," Celeste happily muses. "Last one to parking lot is buying me a burger." And then right before their very eyes, she disappears.

All three boys look to Rosalie and Alice in surprise, and Rosalie rolls her eyes when Edward seems to dig into Alice's mind to see what's going on. "Vampire," she tells Jasper and Emmett. "Just not our kind. She's no threat to us if she's all ready a vampire herself, but I have so many questions." And then before anyone can ask what the hell is going on, Rosalie and Alice disappear.

Emmett glances at his brothers, the other two seeing the challenge in his eyes. After all, loser is apparently buying Celeste food.

Edward makes it outside after his sisters, just inside the treeline beyond the student parking lot, followed by Jasper and then Emmett. Emmett groans about losing, but it's Edward who's the voice of reason and suggest they take the inevitable conversation home so Esme and Carlisle can hear it too. Celeste agrees with a shrug and everyone convenes to their respective vehicle, Alice and Rosalie riding with Celeste so she knows where to go.

The Cullen household is beautiful and Celeste has no problem whistling her appreciation for the glass home. They're met at the door by Mrs. Cullen- call me Esme, dear- and then wait around for their clan leader Carlisle to get home to start getting answers.

And when Carlisle gets home, hesitantly introducing himself to Celeste since his kids didn't exactly tell him what was going on, he nearly chokes on oxygen when Celeste asks, "So I was right, right? You guys are vampires too?"

Carlisle's eyes widen. "Too?"

"They call us Cold Ones," Edwards says, smirking at Carlisle.

"Ahh. I've read about you guys, but I've never met one of your kind. Cool."

"And you?" Jasper drawls. "You're a.. traditional vampire?"

"Sure am." Celeste flashes her vampiric face for everyone to see and laughs at the expressions of awe. "Some say my kind look demonic, but to each their own I guess."

Jasper is suddenly in her space and something in Celeste warms as she watches him slowly lower himself into a crouch in front of her. His gaze darts all over her face and she surprisingly leans into his hand when he reaches up so his fingers trace the side of her jaw. "Beautiful."

Edward's nose wrinkles. "Can you not.. think that," he mutters at Celeste. "I'd rather not hear what you want to do to Jasper right now."

"Then stay out of my head, Cullen, and tell your brother to stop smoldering at me. It's distracting." Alice giggles and even Rosalie now seems amused. Blinking and breaking eye contact, Celeste clears her throat and leans back. "Woo. That was.. intense." Jasper takes a seat next to her and she shifts nervously when they sit thigh to thigh, only to exhale softly when she feels comfort and adoration wash over her. "Oohhh. That's the good stuff," she muses.

The Cullen's all watch the duo on the couch, smiling at seeing one of their own finally look so content.

"So how exactly old are you?" Emmett asks.

"Old."

"Yeah, but how old?"

"Emmett," Esme scolds.

"It's fine, Mrs. Cullen," Celeste says. Then looking at Emmett, she tells him, "I was turned in the early 1400's."

"Holy shit. You're older than Carlisle."

Celeste snorts and shrugs at everyone's awed expression.

"How did you-" Rosalie starts, but then snaps her mouth shut.

"Turn?" She guesses. Rosalie gives her a terse nod. Sighing softly, Celeste recalls her turning. "I remember turning eighteen and not knowing that people like us existed," she tells them. "This.. woman befriended my family. She got close enough for my Father to approve of unchaperoned outings, and one night she led me deep into the woods and into a run down shack."

Jasper takes Celeste's hand in his own, squeezing softly. "You don't have to tell us if it makes you uncomfortable."

Feeling her heart flutter, Celeste squeezes his hand back. "It's okay. She told me- she said that He couldn't have me. That if he found me still human, he'd kill me to break some curse that neither vampire or werewolf wanted broken. But she- she didn't want to kill me, kill me either. She wanted me to live so when he did eventually find me, I'd be a vampire and my blood would be of no use to him."

Carlisle frowns. "So she turned you."

"She did," Celeste nods. "She forced her blood down my throat, snapped my neck, and then left me to fend for myself. When I woke, I didn't know what was happening. I was alone, cold, terrified, and I had this odd hunger that nothing would sate. Then when I was taken back home by some of my Father's men who'd been searching for me, my Father's misplaced anger at me made me snap and.. I drained half the town."

Esme gasps, her hand flying up to her mouth. Everyone else is listening with rapt attention.

"By the time I snapped out of the blood lust and realized what I'd done, I cried for days. I couldn't go out into the sun and I couldn't walk into a home without being invited into it first."

"But you walked in here just fine," Rosalie says.

"The name on the deed of the house has to be that of a living human. If a vampire owns the home, I can enter freely." Understanding dawns on them. "Anyway, when the sun went down I buried those I could and then fled the only home I ever knew. For years I lived like a savage- hiding in caves or burying myself in the ground when I could find no shelter to hunker down in when the sun was out."

"But you're so- excuse my wording-" Carlisle muses, "but you're so domesticated now. Do you mind me asking what happened?"

"Not at all. The man that woman was trying to save me from, he found me. He was obviously upset I was no longer human, but he took pity on me and showed me how to be a proper vampire."

"Why was he so interested in your blood?" Rosalie asks.

Celeste's mind immediately conjures up the answer and Edward's eyes widen. "A vampire-werewolf hybrid? The First of his kind?"

She chuckles softly. "Yes. He was the first and only of his kind. He was born a werewolf, but his wolf gene hadn't been triggered since it's only triggered once the person makes his or her first kill, either on accident or on purpose. So when his Mother eventually cast the Immortality spell on their family, Nature took it's course and made them into the First Vampires- the Originals. And when he first fed as a vampire and killed his first victim-"

"He triggered the wolf gene," Jasper finishes.

"Bingo. His Mother and Father bound his werewolf side, and one of the steps to breaking his binds was the blood of a human doppelgänger to the woman whose blood his mother used to make them into vampires in the first place."

Emmett gapes. "What even is your life?"

Celeste laughs, breaking the tension in the room. "I actually still talk to him to this day," she admits. "He finally broke his curse a few years back, but it was.. it was troublesome for him. The human girl could have passed as my identical twin, so he found it difficult to kill the girl who looked like the girl he raised as his daughter."

"How did-"

"Witches," Rosalie says, cutting off Alice. "You mentioned witches before at school."

"Yep. Well technically it was the girl's father who found the solution. He used a spell that would give his life to his daughter should her heart stop beating. And it did."

"This is.. a lot to take in," Carlisle says.

"Try living through it."

A moment passes in complete silence as everyone takes in what's been said, and Celeste smiles at Jasper when she sees him staring at her.

"So what other differences are there?" Emmett asks. "Please tell me something cool to uplift the mood in this room." Rosalie slaps him upside the head and Celeste laughs.

Glancing around the room, she sees the sun finally breaking through the clouds. "Well you know how you guys sparkle in the sun?" She gets up, walking over to a portion of the wall where it's solid wood and holds her arm out in front of the glass. The sun hits her. "I can walk in it without anyone suspecting anything off about me."

"Well that's unfair," Emmett grumbles.

"But take off a certain piece of jewelry and.." Celeste pulls her arm back into the shade, slipping off her ring and then hesitantly holding her arm back towards the sunlight. "And poof. I go up in flames."

Her arm smolders and then bursts into flames, and Jasper is immediately by her side and pulling her out of the direct sunlight. He snarls and Celeste's heart skips a beat when she feels a wave of terror and anger wash over her. "Never.. do that.. again."

Celeste's eyes are wide and when Jasper finally reigns himself in, he frowns and disappears. She quickly puts her ring back on, she then startling when Carlisle appears at her side to study her now healing arm. "Fascinating."

"You think that's fascinating, then you should see what my blood does," she distractedly tells him. "Traditional vampire blood heals human wounds." Carlisle seems surprised at that admission, as does Edward, but Celeste only has eyes for the stairs that Jasper took to flee the room.

"Go." Celeste glances at Esme who's smiling kindly at her. "If you've read about us, I'm sure you can piece together why he's so upset about the girl he's just met hurting. Or why you feel an odd pull towards the boy you're not entirely familiar with yet."

Her forehead creases as she tries to piece together what Esme is saying and then like a light bulb flickering on, she knows. She knows.. and surprisingly she's not upset.

Edward then slowly smiles at her as he picks up on her thoughts, he gesturing to the stairs. "His room is the last door on the left."

"Thank you."

Celeste doesn't bother hiding her own speed as she disappears up the stairs and finds Jasper's room with ease. He's seated by his desk, elbows on his knees and head in his hands. Celeste knows that he knows she's there, but since he doesn't acknowledge her presence she takes a moment to look around his room. The two side walls and the ceiling are painted dark gray, and the wall opposite the bedroom door is made up of glass which gives off the most magnificent view of the woods outside. And as Celeste steps in to turn around, the wall where the door is, is painted dark gray as well. There's a small couch next to his desk against the left wall and the right wall has a built in bookshelf with every inch of that shelf filled with various books.

Sighing softly, Celeste eyes the queen sized bed which appears as if it hasn't been laid in for quite some time and steps up to it. Then kicking off her boots, she grabs the pillows from where they're stacked against the window and tosses them towards the end of the bed so when she lays down she'll be facing the woods.

"Come lay with me."

A moment passes in silence and Celeste exhales in relief when the bed dips beside her as Jasper hesitantly scoots in. He's stiff, even as his head hits the pillow, and Celeste sits up to maneuver Jasper where she wants him. So when she lays back down, his right arm is beneath her and her head is on his shoulder. She drapes her own right arm over his chest and hooks her knee over his thigh.

Jasper's chest rumbles. "Comfortable, darlin'?"

"Oohh. Say that again." This time he chuckles and Celeste snuggles deeper into his side. "And yes I am. Comfortable that is." She and Jasper fall quiet, the only sound being that of the rest of his family quietly conversing downstairs. "So I'm sorry if I upset you earlier by letting myself catch fire. I didn't know about the mate thing."

Jasper tenses. "You know about that?"

"Mhm."

"And you're not.. upset?"

"Are you joking?" Celeste scoffs. "The way I see it, the both of us hit the mate jackpot. You're hot as sin and I look really good naked. It's a win-win."

The new couple can hear the others laughing downstairs which only furthers Jasper to relax. "All in then?"

"So in," she breathes airily. Celeste's hand trails up Jasper's chest until her fingers trace his jaw, she then pushing up on her other arm so she's hovering above him. Then tilting his face towards her, she grins. "So fuckin' in." And then seals their fate with a kiss.

Days turn into weeks and weeks into months. Celeste fits in quite easily with the Cullen family and it leaves nearly the entire student population envious of her position. She still makes time for Angela, Jessica, and Tyler, but a majority of her time is spent by Jasper's side much to the displeasure of nearly every female at Forks High.

No one had told her just how the whole mate thing worked, so more often than not she found herself overwhelmed with lust and attraction, which led her to telling them about how her own emotions are all ready amplified. And speaking of the amplification of her emotions, she also told them that there was a chance her emotions could completely turn off if some life altering event happened to her. Needless to say, Jasper vowed to take complete care of her and never allow that to happen.

Of course talk about her diet came up. They were surprised she could actually hold down human food and were quite uncomfortable to learn she drank human blood. Rosalie and Emmett were a bit envious she got to enjoy what their species naturally craved, but after explaining she drank from blood bags they settled down (they'd choose the hot blood of an animal over microwaved blood any day). Carlisle had then wanted to know where she got the blood bags from and Celeste only felt an ounce of guilt when she told him she compelled doctors from various hospitals miles away to fill an ice chest for her when she ran out.

Then the day came when one Bella Swan arrived. Alice saw her coming and even saw how curious the girl would become, but her family would not be ran out of Forks just because one measly human couldn't keep her nose out of their business.

They made sure to make it obvious right away that Emmett was with Rosalie, Edward with Alice, and Jasper with Celeste. And on the days that Celeste sat with Jessica and Angela, the newest of the Cullen clan took great pleasure in gushing about just how adorable Edward and Alice were together and how nothing or no one would ever come between them. It was obvious she made Bella uncomfortable, but the girl needed to take the hint to leave her new family alone sooner rather than later.

"We should go see our cousins in Alaska," Alice says one day after Edward had to endure being partnered with Bella for a class project and realized the human was his singer- a person whose blood tempted him more than any others. "We'll steal something saturated with her scent so you can adjust to it and we'll take a long weekend."

Emmett grimaces, he having run across his own singer once upon a time and drained them dry. "It'll be tough, but you have the best control out of all of us. I second Alice's idea."

Rosalie agrees with her mate and Edward sighs. "If that's my only choice, then yes. We'll take a long weekend up in Alaska."

"Well aren't you a lucky bunch," Celeste muses from her position on Jasper's lap.

"You can always come with us, darlin'."

"Mmm. As much as I want to meet the rest of your family, I rather wait until our student holidays start. No one would question you and your family taking a few days to go camping or for a family emergency, but I'm not a Cullen. If I disappear with you all, it'd be seen as weird."

"Oh now you care about what they think?" Rosalie grins.

"Not really. But as we've already figured out I can't compel Bella, you know she's going to be the one to question where Edward is after he reacted so harshly to her near presence. If I'm at school, I can control the gossip and glare at Bella until she drops it."

"If you're stayin', then I'm stayin'. The Denali coven won't miss me."

No one bothers to hide their smiles at Jasper's statement or the possessive hand that suddenly grips her thigh, and Celeste chuckles in response. "As if I'd argue against you."

Alice, Edward, Rosalie, and Emmett are the only ones to run up to Alaska while Jasper remains at school with Celeste. She had been right that Bella was going to be curious about Edward's whereabouts and his family, but once the rest of the lunch table got the hint that Celeste was not going to tolerate her twenty questions, Bella let it go.

Esme and Carlisle had remained behind as well, and though the younger mated couple could always go to Celeste's house for privacy, Celeste decided she wanted to spend a night under the stars with her mate. Jasper agreed and Esme excitedly packed a picnic basket of snacks for Celeste to last her through the night.

The weather had ended up cooperating with them, but Celeste still put the large tent up in case the drizzling rain surprised them. And while Celeste put up their tent, Jasper got the fire going and rolled out several large blankets one on top of the other to offer some cushioning on the ground.

The couple leaned against one another with only the sounds of nature surrounding them until Jasper asked more about Celeste's life with the man who had hunted her down in hopes of draining her for a ritual.

"He's not that bad," she laughs, popping a marshmallow into her mouth. "I mean he was back then, but he mellowed out after his daughter was born."

Jasper's own chuckle slowly diminishes. "A daughter? Like you or-"

"Biological," she says, surprising him once more. "Don't ask me how. All I know is that some magic was involved with one of his werewolf one night stands in order to have some leverage against him, but Hope is- Hope is his actual biological daughter."

"That's.. wow."

"I know. You should meet her. She's.. something." Celeste smiles as she remembers the girl who looked up to her as an older sibling. "She's a tribrid- a witch, vampire, and werewolf all rolled up in one tiny package- and she's powerful. She's actually attending some school in Mystic Falls now for supernatural children."

"Really?" Jasper wonders. "They got a school like that?"

"Yeah. It sounds crazy, but it's an actual school for vampires, werewolves, and witches to teach them how to properly be what they are."

"Your world is just full of surprises."

"Our world." With her marshmallow free hand, Celeste reaches for Jasper's hand and tangles their fingers together. "It's our world now."

Jasper smirks. "Of course. How could I forget?" He raises their joined hands and kisses hers, which causes Celeste to giggle.

But before the couple can settle back down, a low growl has them tensing. Branches snap and leaves crunch, and slowly the couple separates until they're standing and glancing around.

Suddenly a wolf steps out of the shadows, lips curled and teeth bared in a low snarl.

"That's odd," Jasper muses, completely at ease. "Animals usually tend to stay away from us, not approach."

Celeste glances up to the sky, noticing the full moon. Quietly cursing her luck, she starts to crouch. "That's because this is no ordinary wolf." A hiss escapes her throat.

"What are you doing?" But Jasper doesn't need an answer as the wolf opposite them barks, it's eyes glowing yellow.

"It's a werewolf."

The wolf suddenly launches itself at Celeste, the creature moving far faster than Jasper thought capable. Werewolf and vampire collide, the two of them rolling on the ground and scrambling for the upper hand. A phone's shrill ring pierces the air, but Celeste's shout and hisses of anger draws Jasper's attention back to his mate and he's shocked to see the wolf pinning her to the ground. Shock quickly turns to rage, however, and with a swift kick to the werewolf's side Jasper sends the creature flying. He'd heard the snap of bones, but he doesn't care. All he cares about is his mate who's wincing as if in pain.

He rushes to Celeste's side, pulling her to her feet and gaze zeroing in on the weeping wound on her shoulder. He's about to step back and hold his breath, but he's relieved to realize her blood does not call to him as a human normally does. "You need blood," he says, gently pulling the neck of her shirt to the side. "You're not healing."

"I know." Jasper feels her emotions waver- anger and pain radiating from her. When she glances up at him, he finds tears in her eyes and a sad smile gracing her lips. "A werewolf bite is lethal to my kind. It won't heal."

Her words slowly sink in and then his eyes widen in horror. "What? No. That-" Celeste's phone ringing cuts him off, but the couple tune it out.

"I'm sorry. I just need-"

"No." Jasper shakes his head in denial. "No," he says again, moving so fast that Celeste suddenly finds herself cradled in his arms. "We just need to get you to Carlisle."

On the run back to the Cullen household, Jasper ignores the annoyance radiating off his mate. Esme and Carlisle are all ready waiting for them, the coven leader explaining that Alice had called them and grew worried when Celeste wasn't answering her phone. The little seer had apparently had a vision of her brother and Celeste leaving for their camping trip, only for Celeste to suddenly vanish from her Sight. Edward had insisted she'd call and check up on them, but no one had answered their phone until she called Carlisle.

Now having Carlisle checking her wound, Celeste grimaces when the shirt clings to the sticky blood. "There has to be something," he murmurs.

"There is." Three sets of golden eyes snap to her face. Rolling her eyes, Celeste says, "As I was trying to tell Jasper before he whisked me away, there is a cure. But only Niklaus can help me."

"The hybrid?" Carlisle frowns. "Why only him?"

"It's.. complicated. Can you just- can I please have a phone? I need to get him here as soon as possible. I wasn't lying when I said the bite is lethal and I'll only get worse the longer I go without the cure." Esme disappears and then reappears, a cell phone in hand. Celeste smiles her thanks and quickly dials one of the few numbers she has memorized. Then putting the phone on speaker since Jasper was clinging to her uninjured arm, she sets the phone down as it rings and rings.

Finally, someone picks up. "Speak."

She mockingly gasps. "Rude!"

"Celeste," a British voice rumbles, amused. "How is Washington treating you, sweetheart?"

Chuckling and then coughing, she answers, "That's actually what I'm calling about. I need you."

A beat of silence passes and the voice turns hard. "What happened?"

"A werewolf happened."

"I'll kill him. Or her."

"Settle down, Nik," she muses. "Jasper all ready killed it, but not before it took a bite out of my shoulder."

"..Jasper?"

She sighs. "Boyfriend. Mate, actually. He's a Cold One." Celeste grins as Jasper suddenly fidgets. "But I'll fill you in later. I really need you here as soon as possible."

"The jet's being prepped as we speak," he says. "Now let me speak to that mate of yours."

"You're on speaker," she says. "The coven leader Carlisle and his mate Esme are in the room as well. Play nice."

A growl resonates through the speaker and Celeste rolls her eyes. "Who am I speaking with?"

Jasper's spine straightens and his back stiffens. "Jasper Whitlock, sir."

"The only reason I am not threatening to rip you limb from limb, Jasper Whitlock, is because she called you her mate. Is it true?"

"Yes, sir."

A sigh comes next. "Very well. Celeste needs to be comfortable now," he says. "The aches and pains are only going to worsen, and the hallucinations won't be far off. She'll need blood to stave off the hunger and she'll be confused. You must be ready for anything, mate or no mate."

"I understand."

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

The call disconnects and Jasper hands the phone back to Esme. Smiling sheepishly, Celeste says, "So that was Niklaus. I swear he was only that intense because my safety is at stake here."

"Was he telling the truth?" Esme asks, moving into Carlisle's side and tucking herself under his arm. "Is your health really going to get that bad?"

"Yes." A wave of grief washes over them and Celeste immediately reaches for Jasper. "Hey. Hey, don't feel like that. Nik will get here and feed me the cure, and it'll be okay. I'll heal quickly after."

"New Orleans is far away, darlin'. He'll be cuttin' it real close."

"Then you're just going to have to hold it together, soldier. It's going to get ugly, but only for a bit. I need you to stay strong."

Jasper's eyes dart over every feature of Celeste's face, looking for any hint of doubt. When he finds none, he gives her a terse nod.

"Jasper, get a hold of everyone else and tell them to stay put. Celeste will be needing blood and I rather not tempt their thirst. If you can't handle it, I'd rather you go somewhere else while Esme and I tend to Celeste."

"I'm stayin'." Jasper's tone is final and he presses a chaste kiss to Celeste's forehead before leaving to make the call.

Esme then helps Celeste to one of the bathrooms, helping her clean up and dress the wound on Celeste's shoulder. Afterwards she's settled in Jasper's bed and the three Cold Ones linger around, Carlisle the only one leaving to grab a few blood bags from Celeste's home.

As the hours slowly tick by, the three Cold Ones don't bother hiding their fear when the sweats and shakes start. Celeste tries to assure them that it's normal, but hearing and seeing a vampire look so sickly is not normal to them.

Carlisle then warms up some blood before serving it up to Celeste in a styrofoam cup when she complains about being thirsty, and Carlisle and Esme watch with pride in their eyes as the scent doesn't faze Jasper at all.

Celeste progressively gets worse, and when the hallucinations start only Jasper remains in the room with her after the first incident. The three of them had been watching with heartache and worry as Celeste whimpered and called for her mother, she then speeding out of bed when Esme tried shushing her and pinning her to the wall. Fangs dropped and face contorted in rage, Celeste had snarled about it being all her fault she was like this in the first place- that if she had only let her live her life out as a human she wouldn't be in this predicament right now. Jasper and Carlisle, who'd both been too shocked to move, had quickly realized that Celeste thought Esme was the woman who had turned her so long ago. But then Celeste's mind had cleared and she backed off with a sob, tears streaming down her face as she apologized over and over to Esme.

Now laying in bed side by side with her mate, Celeste practically floats in a pool of grief, anger, sadness, and pain. Jasper can't quite keep a lid on his emotions, which means he can’t help her, and Celeste is getting the brunt of his failure as a mate.

"Don't die on me. Please."

Celeste smiles weakly, angling her face so she's staring at him. "You kidding me? You're stuck with me for all eternity, handsome." She tries to laugh, but it only comes out as a cough.

Jasper grimaces. "Rest. Niklaus should be here soon."

Soon turns out being half an hour later. Celeste's breathing was raspy now and she could hardly keep her eyes open. She was unusually pale and sweating buckets, and Jasper was on edge. Any little noise sent him into a snarling rage, Carlisle then opening the door very carefully when Niklaus finally arrived.

Jasper growls at the newest additions to the room, both vampire and hybrid treading carefully at the onyx eyes glaring at them. Niklaus visibly falters at the wall of grief he walks into, but quickly shakes it off.

"Jasper," Carlisle calls out softly. "This is Niklaus Mikaelson. He's here to help Celeste. You need to go hunt if you want to keep a level head."

Niklaus steps closer to the bed, but Jasper growls at him. Eyes glowing gold, Niklaus growls back. "I am not your enemy. If you do not let me feed Celeste the cure, then she will die."

Taking a moment to get himself under control, Jasper asks, "Why can't I give it to her?"

"Because the cure runs through my veins."

From the doorway, Esme gasps and Niklaus smirks. "Now I'm going to come closer. Do not test me." Jasper eventually gives him a terse nod in response, he moving off the bed as the hybrid got closer. "Good." Then settling on the bed himself, Niklaus scoops up Celeste's limp body to cradle in his arms. "There, there, darling," he coos. "You'll feel better soon."

"..Nik?"

"I'm here."

The Cold Ones watch on in fascination as the hybrid raises his wrist to his mouth and bites down, he then placing his bleeding wrist to Celeste's mouth. It takes her a few seconds before she can latch on, her eyes bleeding red and the black veins slithering to the surface beneath her eyes the longer she drinks. A minute passes and then Niklaus pulls his wrist away.

He stands, nodding to the family. "She's going to be fine."

Jasper is immediately back on his bed, carefully maneuvering Celeste and checking her wound. Right before his eyes, the wound slowly closes and the most beautiful smile Niklaus has ever seen graces the Cold One's features. As one, Carlisle, Esme, and Niklaus seems to sag in relief as the atmosphere in the room completely shifts to one of a joyous feeling.

When Carlisle catches Niklaus' curious gaze, he says, "Jasper is an empath. My first child is a mind reader and another daughter of mine has visions of the future."

Nik hums in understanding.

Carlisle and Esme then take a moment to introduce themselves to Niklaus- please, call me Klaus- as Celeste slowly gets her strength back. A cup of blood is eventually pressed into her hand and Celeste quickly guzzles it down before speeding off to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Jasper chuckles, his amusement faltering when he meets Klaus' gaze. "She does that after every time she eats."

"Why?"

"We're.. vegetarians," he tells him. "We only drink animal blood."

Klaus' lips purse before he shrugs. "So that's why the golden eyes and not red."

"Exactly."

Celeste reappears, tackling Jasper onto his bed and straddling his waist. Esme's tinkling laugh makes Klaus crack a smile, but then he's sighing in exasperation when Celeste slants her mouth across her mate's.

"Really, Celeste? Where are your manners, sweetheart. Do not ravage your mate when there's an audience."

Celeste perks up, looking over her shoulder and Jasper laughs from beneath her. She launches herself at Klaus then, giving Jasper a chance to sit up and watch as she comes alive before his very eyes. And after their brief reunion is over, Carlisle escorts Klaus downstairs while Jasper and Celeste have a moment to themselves.

Standing chest to chest, Jasper carefully cradles Celeste's face in his hands as he stares down at her. "Never scare me like that again."

"I'll do my best. Werewolf venom is a pain in the ass and I'd like to not experience that ever again."

He grins weakly, letting his forehead rests against hers. "You're gonna be the death of me."

"Probably." Celeste huffs a laugh, quickly pecking his lips after. "But not for a long while. I got plans for you, Whitlock. Plans that I intend to repeat over and over and over.."

As she speaks, the veins beneath her eyes slither to the surface and her eyes turn red. Jasper smirks. "I'm lookin' forward to 'em, darlin'."

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Hey Sarah! Congrats on getting your card! I'm sorry you've been having a few rough days of writing. Writer's block stinks big time. Could I possibly request mercy killing from your card? If you have time and want to. I'm picturing the whimper maybe doing it to "free" a friend of the Whumpee that has also been captured? Thank you so much for all the effort you put into your stories. Please don't pressure yourself about them. We love them whenever you publish then. It should be fun for you!

Baby, buddy, my friend... thank you so much for your kind words. Also, you may regret asking me this. Because I saw this request, and immediately decided on doing the worst thing ever.

Have an Au of my vampire series, where Callum does not find and rescue Ash in time. Instead, Ash remains with the hunters who originally captured him. Callum happens to stop by years later to visit a friend. 

Content Warnings: Major character death!!! (non-canonical, but still) mouth/face/eye/finger gore, blood, broken/shattered bones, aftermath of torture, injuries, dehumanizing language, muzzles, put on display, tortured literally out of his mind, brief vomit, mercy killing. 

Tagging the vampire gang: @pepperonyscience @angelsuperwholock @pennsss @silver-sparrow-462 @silverinkgoldenquill @kestrelsparverius @learningtowhump @shameless-whumper @latenightcupsofcoffee @thebluejayswhump @what-huh-imconfused  @lostbetweenvampiresandmusic @vickytokio @pink-and-purple-flowers @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @whump-em @umniyah-s

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The creature twitches and shudders as it falls to the packed earth. The crowd of onlookers is thinner, now, as dusk starts to fall. A few of the townspeople linger, though, and the hunters just stand around and watch as they deal a flurry of kicks and insults to the quivering lump of flesh on the ground. 

That’s all it is, anymore. A lump of flesh. The muzzle is a part of its face, and its eye sockets are empty behind bleeding eyelids. 

There’s the rattling of strained, laboured breathing, but there is no other sound. Not even when one of the larger assailants sets his foot on the vampire’s chest and shoves. Something cracks as the creature’s torso caves in. 

“Alright, alright. ‘m afraid you will have to come back tomorrow, boys.” One of the hunters scoops up the chain attached to the creature’s collar. “Don’t worry, it’s not going anywhere.” 

One of the men laughs, wiping his boot off on the grass as if he’s touched something filthy. “Yeah, I should hope so. That thing’s practically our mascot now.” 

It takes some time, but the remaining villagers slowly start to disperse as the hunters drag the still-juddering corpse inside. It’s breathing, technically, but it’s still a corpse. There’s nothing about it that looks human anymore, not its face or its body. Its skin is still smoking, and the stench of burning meat still permeates the courtyard. Night falls, and the courtyard is empty, and the creature lies in a cage made of iron and floats on a sea of nothingness and agony. 

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“Didn’t you say you have a vampire here?” Callum takes a long draw out of his tankard, drumming his fingers on the wood of the bar. He doesn’t know the hunter in front of him that well, but well enough that not stopping by when he’s in town would be rude. Derik is short and rotund, thick and broad. 

“Aww, yeah, man.” Derik is considerably deeper into his bottle than Callum is. “ ‘s hardly a vampire now, though. It’s a money-maker. Who’da ever thought people would pay to stand around ‘n watch us break it? It don’t even respond, anymore. ‘s boring.” The man slurs, glaring pensively into his bottle. 

Callum hides his grimace fairly well, but his next swig of beer tastes bitter on his tongue. He’s done awful things to these creatures, of course, but he tries to keep it quick. A bolt to the chest, or a clean decapitation with a silver blade. But then, he’s never been short on funds, so maybe he shouldn’t talk. “Hey. If it puts food on the table...” 

Derik snorts. “Barely. ‘sides, tha’s not the point. It deserves it.” 

“Ah.” Callum takes another drink. “So you guys caught it, and just... kept it?” 

“Mm-hmm.” Derik’s cheeks are flushed, and he looked about ready to pass out. But his eyes brighten suddenly, and he leans forward, nearly unbalancing on the stool. “You wanna see?” 

“Do I want to-” Callum breaks off. He doesn’t understand why the question fills him with a nameless sort of dread. He doesn’t want to see. He doesn’t want to know. And yet, that terrible dread is translating into sick curiosity. “I’ll take a peek.” 

“Yeeaaahh, that’s my man,” Derik crows. He slings a careless arm around Callum’s shoulders, and his breath stinks like booze. 

Callum is starting to regret coming here at all. 

--

“This is your vampire?” The words fall from his lips as horrified, and for a split second, for just a moment, it feels like it’s happened before. But everything is different, this time; everything is worse. 

They’ve disassembled the creature, piece by piece. Callum mistakes the dark lump for a shadow at first, but then the shadow moves. Callum’s hand falls to his knife automatically - but the figure is keening, quiet and raw. It sounds like a child sobbing, or a wounded, dying animal. It sends shivers down Callum’s spine. 

“Oh, yeah. It don’t do much no more...” Derik stumbles over to it, and he’s not steady on his feet, but he’s aware enough to spit down on it. The flesh of its lower face is burned away. Callum can see its cheekbones, and that it’s missing its teeth. Not just its fangs. All of its teeth. 

Callum gags a little and takes a step back, feeling horror roil in his gut. “What is wrong with you people?” 

Derik is busy fumbling with his pants, like he’s going to take a piss right on the creature’s broken body. He pauses at the words though, brow creasing. “Wha’s wrong with you?” He counters. “ ‘s a vampire. I can do.. wh-ever I want.” 

Callum can’t catch his breath, suddenly. The smell in the little stone room is rancid; filth and piss and rot, and the sour, overlaying stench of terror. The vampire is missing fingers, and the ones that remain are bent and crushed. Callum feels very cold, suddenly, and then very warm. 

His fingers shake as he grips his knife and draws it. He is driven by cold horror as he moves, his mind not even catching up with his body. 

Derik is too drunk to see him coming. Callum knocks him over the head with the hilt, and the man drops like a stone. Callum has to stifle the urge to keep hitting him. 

The vampire does not seem to be conscious of his presence... or of anything at all, really. Callum walks over to it, and the longer he stares, the more he feels the alcohol twisting and turning in his gut. 

It’s only when he sees the creature’s severed tendons, and the way the bottoms of its feet have been mangled, that he turns and vomits all over the floor. 

“Oh my god,” he mutters, wiping the back of his mouth. This goes far beyond overkill. This is - this is something else. This is the deepest expression of human evil he’s ever come across. Callum has never been religious, but this is an abhorrence.

There’s a stake in his hand as he crouches beside the trembling lump of skin and bone. Its head jerks in his direction, and the keening gets a little louder. 

He can’t heal it. Callum has tested the limits of a vampire’s body himself, but he’s never seen torture like this. He’d have to drain three people or over to even think of fixing it, and even then... Callum looks at the way its empty eyelids flutter, the way the exposed, caved bones in its chest rattle and wheeze. No. Healing it would not be a kindness. 

The hunter draws in an unsteady breath and grips the stake. It will be easy from here; a quick plunge, not even a moving target. But he can’t help but reach out, just once, as if something else is guiding his hand. As if allowing this creature’s last moments of contact to be violent is too much.

There’s no patch of the creature’s flesh that is not maimed in some way. Callum settles a hand as gently as he can over its empty eyes, and his jaw clenches at the way it shudders and twitches. 

“Easy,” he murmurs, even as he readies the stake. “You can rest now.” He doesn’t know why he’s trying to talk to it. It can’t understand him. Callum squeezes his eyes shut just for a moment, as if hoping to purge the gory image from his mind. But it’s still there for him when he looks again, and the creature is limp under his hand, finally fallen silent. It’s waiting, he realizes. Callum’s hands shake with fury, but he squeezes the stake harder and grits his teeth. “I give you mercy.” 

It’s a harsh motion, quick and decisive, and the creature turns to dust beneath his fingers. Callum is left gripping the worn wooden steak with angry tears in his eyes. Everything about this is wrong. Everything. 

He’s sick at heart as he stands, and as he goes back to the bar and pays his tab, and as he finds his way out to the stables and saddles his horse. There are monsters in their world, Callum knows this. But he will never again forget that the worst monster is and always has been humanity. 

It’s just one night in the course of his life, but Callum isn’t ever able to forget what he saw. And when he gets home and goes to collapse onto his cot, for some reason, the lab feels emptier than it ever has before. 

[bridget-multifandom-writer]

❝dating them would include❞ Tate Langdon

Dating Tate Langdon Would Include

You met him when you first moved into the house

He showed up in your room introducing himself as your neighbor

You didn’t think much of it as he quickly began sorting through your music collection

“Do you got any Kurt Cobain?”

“Yeah, its.... right here!”

“That’s so cool. I never find anybody else who listens to him,”

“The older stuff is the best, isn’t it?”

“Tell me about it.”

He just sorta came around after that

Whenever you came home from school he’d be waiting for smoking outside your door

If you question him about it he just pushes it off or uses the excuse he's homeschooled

He’ll show up at your bedroom door and come in and talk to you

Or just listen to music

He tries to help you with your homework but he's only good at Art

Which he frequently shows his drawings to you

Their mostly gothic portraits that usually predict the person smoking

It carries the 90s grunge style he loves

Sometimes, he tries to teach you to draw

Which is just his excuse to put his hand on yours

Tate has been alone for a while (before and after Violet)

So he falls for you pretty easily

It’s the little things about you that get him in the beginning

Your lovely taste in music

The fact your both calming and quiet while still being spontaneous

How he can bitch around with you and you don’t get offended, just bitch right back at him

Then when you two got closer he just fell in love

You weren’t scared to pry

Asking him things about his past and his family

“How come your homeschool? I mean, Westfield isn’t that bad,” 

“It was just some stupid shit-”

“Don’t bullshit me, Tate, tell me the truth.”

You were slightly pushy but he kind of liked it

Plus he loved how you were unconsciously affectionate

When he’d show up at your house you’d always greet him with a hug, then shy away

When his dirty blonde curls would fall into his face you’d brush your fingers against the curls and fix them out of his face

Your eyes drifting down to his lips

Or the times you’d fallen asleep while listening to music and pulled him closer

While still denying the fact you were just as needy as he was

Finally, after he brazenly flirted with you, he made a move

You were both in the front of your yard

Sitting on the rail of the porch while passing around a blunt

You looked at him as he exhaled through his nose, a goofy smile on your face

You were always more emotional when you were high

“What?” he asked mimicking your smile.

“Nothing,” you said “Your just pretty,” you laughed. 

He laughed to wrapping his arm around you “Come here,” he said pulling you close

You scooted and pressed against his side looking up at him with red eyes

Then he pressed his lips against yours

The next day, you remembered what had happened

You tried to ignore Tate

But with him (secretly living in your house) almost always there to the point, your parents gave him a key

He found you quicker than you expected

He had you pressed against the closest 

“Look... you don’t have to pretend that you like me. I’ll understand if you don’t,” You said looking down.

Tate just stared at you confused for a second before he shook his head and laughed

“Kitten, I kissed you first. I want you... do I need to prove that?”

You looked up with a quiet gasp as he swooped to brush his lips against yours

“Please, will you be my girlfriend?”

“God, yes...”

Tate is a surprisingly affectionate boyfriend, he tones down after a few months, though

Whenever Tate is around (which is always) his arm is always around you

He’s always touching you

Holding hands, having his arm around you, keeping his hand on your thigh, on your back - just anywhere, really

He loves distracting you

If you're trying to study, he puts his hand on your thigh and just rubs slowly

He’ll move closer to you and kiss up to your neck

He sucks at that spot that just makes you melt and bite at your lip

“Tate, I really have to get this -- mhmm  -- done.”

He’ll just shush you brushing hair out of your face 

“That can wait ‘til later,” he says pulling you closer to him

He still is a sarcastic fuck, though

“Tate, I get that you don’t like her. You can dislike her... not everyone has good taste.”

“Kind of like her music, right?”

*going off on a tangent about something the school should do, in a serious manner* 

“Babe, you shouldn’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.”

*rolls eyes*

“Stop throwing pillows at me! When someone is being dumb, it is my obligation to enlighten them with a sarcastic comment!”

He can be really serious when you need him to

If your upset at anything, he just wants you to feel better

So he’ll come over and he’ll hold you

Stroking your hear while he tries to get you to talk to him

“Kitten... everything is going to be fine. Do you wanna talk about? If you wanna talk about, I’ll listen,” he prods. 

If you struggle with depression or (most) other mental illness, he understands completely

It’s one of the few things he took from his past life

He’s just very understanding

If you find out about his dark part he tries his best to prove he's different

He tries to tell you about how he didn’t remember he did that

He’s clearly upset as he does but you just don’t know if it's true

So you avoid him for a little

He gives you your own space but after a week or two he starts leaving little notes

“I miss you”

“I’m sorry”

“I never meant to”

You try your best to ignore them and think of what you’ll do

You come to the conclusion that since Tate hasn’t hurt anyone you love he might be better

So you walk into your room seeing Tate walk that way and see a new note on your bed

“I love you”

You rush around the house and finally decide he must be in the basement

“Tate?” you call out “I wanna talk...”

“Are you mad at me?” He asks quickly.

You look over at him with sad eyes “No,” you tell him “I... I miss you... and I figured since you never hurt me or anyone I love. You might be better.”

He’d give you this hopeful smile and practically run other to you

He just wraps you in his arms burying his head in your shoulder 

“I love you so much,” he cries

“I love you too, Tate”

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