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vermillion pt. 1 (encounter) - lim jaebeom

pairing: human prince jaebeom + vampire princess female reader

genre: fluff, angst, forbidden love (kinda?), arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, smut (eventual), vampire, royalty, fantasy au

word count: 8k+

warnings: cursing, mentions of war, violence, and death, hot jay b (lol this is a warning), suggestive sexual content, eventual smut

summary: in an effort to end centuries of war, you agree to a political marriage with the enemy. you never considered that your circumstances could allow you to indulge in matters of the heart. that is, until your intended pushes past your boundaries, tempting you with intelligent banter and salacious, midnight promises.

rating: 18+ (mdni)

author’s note: after a million years, i’m finally posting the first part lmao. ugh i just love fantasy au’s or any au that has mythical/magical elements to it. lol like just look at all those genre tags. they’re my favourite to read and write! i hope that you guys enjoy this series (also i have no idea how many parts it’s gonna be lmao, the series list is only an estimate) <3

p.s. happy birthday to my beloved lim jaebeom, lim leader, jay b, defsoul, producer, singer, dancer, artist, photographer. i know that i clown u all the time but tbh i actually think that ur really neat. love u dawg

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encounter (en-koun-ter) - to meet with or contend against, possibly with difficulty or opposition.

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The concept of vampires has always been a children’s tale, for Jaebeom.

They were rumoured to be mythical, immortal creatures that freely roam the mysterious, cold, and dangerous lands of Styria in the North, isolated from the humans after their kind was banished centuries ago. It was told that both humans and vampires lived among each other in harmony before the Great War, but those times are long gone.

To make matters worse, further hate and violence were lit the to the flame in recent decades after a young Styrian vampire killed an Alsacian human child, amid them returning from a hunting trip with their family. Once the news hit Jaebeom’s home; the capital city of Alsace, pure mayhem and chaos erupted in the streets of the city, awakening the workers and soldiers within the halls of the castle. Jaebeom still remembers the way that his father’s best military strategists and generals gathered in the courtroom to swear fealty to the crown; the roars of men and women with the clash and clang of their armour against their weapons terrifying him as a child.

War is all Jaebeom knows, so he’s become accustomed to the sound now; the environment of combat and war; the smell of blood and decaying bodies; the sight of grieving people; but he’s never been one for violence.

While events laid out in the Great War are documented in books that he read as a child, little else is known about them. But Jaebeom knows one thing for sure; every single human that has entered that country has never returned.

Ever.

Yet here he finds himself, right outside the towering walls of the Styrian capital city in the dead of night, speaking to the possibility of a-

“Treaty?” Jaebeom questions, recoiling at the offer extended by the King of the Styria, King Jiho. Like the other elder members of the Styrian upper class, the King is tall and lean, fit with a cloak of deep grey furs, clothing fastened with leather straps, silver clasps, and chains. He nods, which prompts Jaebeom to ask further, “Such agreements were extended before. How do we know if the treaty will be sustained by both parties?”

King Jiho pauses, eyeing a man at his side. The man in question immediately rushes over King Jiho’s left, reaching into a wooden chest that he carried to the meeting. He pulls out a scroll of parchment, a pot of ink, and a quill, placing them on a silver tray before handing the items to Jaebeom’s father beside him.

His father frowns in suspicion, handing Jaebeom’s younger brother the bound scroll into his outstretched hand. Immediately, he breaks the dark red wax seal embossed with the sigil of the Styrian royal family, his fingers unravelling the burlap string to read the contents of their peace offering. The second that an expression of surprise and panic spreads over his brother’s face, Jaebeom takes the scroll from his hands.

With a single pass over the words contained on the parchment, it’s safe to say that Jaebeom does not enjoy the contents of the agreement. His eyes widen and his heart thumps out of his chest when he reads that the vampires are offering, fury overtaking his mind as his vision becomes red.

✧✧✧

Humans are strange creatures.

You’ve never been able to understand them. While you were human at one point, it’s been long enough for you to forget how fickle and fleeting their lives are, now that you’ve been cursed with an exorbitantly long life. While you’re lucky to have been reborn as a Styrian royal, finding purpose in a seemingly immortal life has been an ongoing journey. And on this ongoing journey, you’ve come to believe that humans are strange, never consuming blood for purposes other than simple sustenance.

At least, you do now. But you can’t say the same for yourself when you were freshly turned.

Even though you’ve trained yourself to control your thirst for blood centuries ago, you’re still able to recall how agonizing it felt. The experience of starvation was simply excruciating. The degree at which you felt its effects was so extreme that you nearly clawed your own throat out before deciding to kill the nearest living thing in your proximity, a consequence of craving that warm red liquid that you so desperately needed. Both your late father and your brother were absolutely mortified at the sight; the mere image of their faces overcome with debilitating fear made you promise yourself to never lose control like that.

Since then, that resolve of yours has never cracked. Not even once.

Nowadays, the only blood that you drink is from a glass, taken from a farmed animal. You’ve been able to curb your thirst like everyone else, to the point where the cravings are few in between. This training is what has allowed your kind to remain separate from the humans, that is, until recent years.

War has a level of destruction, sorrow, and poverty that seems to have turned into an ancient memory in the minds of foolish humans that wish to spark more conflict. That has been your perspective for centuries; humans are fickle, greedy creatures that look at war as an opportunity to achieve glory or fame; but you know far too well that all it does is fracture families, destroy economies, and ruin lives. You, frankly, want nothing to do with that wretched kind, and you believe that it’s safe to say that your fellow vampires agree.

That is, until your uncle, King Jiho, puts forth an absurd suggestion at a council meeting.

“Political marriage,” he puts forward to the Royal Council, his gruff voice taking your attention from the paper. King Jiho’s gaze drifts, adding, “The human king has two sons. One is of age, and we have two princesses at our disposal. Therefore, I propose the marriage of a member of their royal family with ours.”

Both you and the members of the Royal Council are taken aback by the shocking request. Never have such terms been a part of any peace treaty on both sides. Marriage between an Alsacian and a Styrian is frankly, inconceivable, and the marriage between an Alsacian royal and a Styrian royal is even more so. Within your shock, you run through the ranks of the central royal family, consisting of yourself, the Princess Regent, your older brother, the Crown Prince Suho, and your younger sister, Princess Yuna. Your older brother is already married, and your sister is not of legal age. So that leaves…

You.

Your mouth opens in protest, but King Jiho cuts you off with a raise of his hand and a boom of his voice, “Furthermore, the King of Alsace has already expressed interest in the union. We are waiting for the approval of the first prince.”

You’re speechless, and even more so when you discern that your uncle is genuinely considering the terms of the treaty. He might be a two-faced snake but this is low, even for him. The mere possibility of such a thing going through is absurd to you, it goes against everything that your father has taught you.

You’re the diplomat of your country. The Princess Regent. You didn’t attend all those gruelling war meetings, visit sites of war-torn destruction, intensively study the law and economy of your country to be married off; no, sold off, to a human.

You want to protest against this so badly, but you know better than to have emotional outbursts during council meetings. Your mind wanders to the teachings of your father; in any matter involving diplomacy and politics, your stance must remain neutral because once you take a side, you have an opinion. That situation suggests that they will eventually understand how you think. It’s a dangerous notion and coming close to something like that resulted in the fall of empires, no matter how great the empires once were.

Making eye contact with your uncle, you attempt to portray your displeasure and disagreement with the proposal through your stare. However, your uncle blatantly disregards your aversion to the offer, nodding his head at the members of the Royal Council instead. With a wave of his hand, he takes his leave, the guards pushing the doors open with a loud creak.

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“Uncle, you cannot be serious!” you yell as you furiously slam the heavy wooden door shut, finally in the safety of your quarters with your brother and your uncle. The men in question have already been escorted by soldiers to the military tents outside of the keep of the castle, but just the notion of having wandering Styrian’s in your city makes your stomach churn. What would keep them from wreaking havoc in the middle of the city?

“Y/N is right, Uncle. She’ll be killed as soon as she is alone with them,” your brother concurs with your outburst, equally as maddened. Upon hearing your brother’s defence, your eyes soften and your tenseness from before relaxes slightly. You’ve always counted on Suho for support, and this instance is no exception.

Your defiance causes your uncle to pinch his nose bridge in frustration, sighing out in exasperation.

“I understand your apprehension, dearest,” your eyebrow twitches at the nickname, condescension laced in his tone like poison on a needle, “But-”

“Apprehension? Disgust is more like it!” you counter, huffing dramatically in exhausted anger. Fed-up, you pull a chair from underneath the central table, slumping onto the cushion. Pressing your palms to your eyes, a defeated sigh escapes your lips as you attempt to lower your voice.

“I just… I’ve worked so hard, Uncle. To keep Alsace prosperous, even during times of war. Doing this… I would leave us vulnerable. I would be betraying my country; my people,” you plead with him, voice weakening with each word when your uncle’s resolve fails to break.

You hope that he would be able to understand, but your hopes are much too high for a man of his character. Instead, his temper rises, “As Princess Regent, you will do as I say! I didn’t keep you around after your father’s death to be useless.”

Fucking prick, you want to call him, barely restricting the curse from leaving your lips.

Instead, you squeeze your fist tightly while remaining seated, opening your mouth to protest seethingly, “I will not be sold off like a broodmare.”

Your brother decides to take a step further than you have, rising from his seat and stalking towards your uncle threateningly, “Father would not allow this to happen, and neither will I.”

You stare between the two men glaring at each other, your uncle leaving his seat as well to confront Suho, “She will marry the human.”

Suho doesn’t back down, so your uncle remains silent. However, a vile smirk begins to spread across his face before a threat leaves his lips, “If she doesn’t, I’ll just get the other one to do it for me.”

Your heart stops at the suggestion.

Yuna.

His tone is as entitled and poisonous as ever, but you understand that this isn’t a thinly veiled threat. After your uncle seized power after your father’s death some time ago, he reformed the Royal Council solely from his supporters, disposing of the past. He has the entire Royal Council eating out of his filthy palms so if he places this notion in front of them, they will all surely agree with it, even if Yuna is not of marrying age.

Chewing at your bottom lip, you understand that if you don’t go forward with the marriage, Yuna will have to fill your shoes. That is a possibility that you are not willing to entertain, not even in the slightest. There’s no way that you would let Yuna take the burden.

“How dare you,” you seethe, pausing to rise out of your seat as well, “Yuna is freshly turned. She’s a child! You can’t,” you argue.

“I can and I will. That is, if you decline, dearest,” he replies, voice sickeningly nonchalant.

Enough.

Your eyes narrow at your uncle in anger, magic seeping out of your body as fury begins to manifest at a speed as swift as your rising temper. Upon seeing this, your uncle wavers slightly, backing down from your confrontation for just a moment. Right when your power starts to activate in front of his eyes, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist, halting you. Turning around, you see Suho shaking his head at you.

Don’t, he seems to convey wordlessly, brows furrowed. For a brief second, your anger flares up and you think that you might ignore your brother’s advice. However, you catch the way that his eyes soften, realizing that violence isn’t worth it in this case. Saving your strength, you back off and your uncle scrambles back to his feet. He leaves the council room without another word, leaving yourself and Suho together.

“You can’t kill him, Y/N. You know that,” Suho advises you, sighing when you slump into one of the chairs.

“Brother, I can’t marry someone I’ve never met. I won’t do it,” you shake your head, pausing to take a laboured inhale, “I can’t betray my people.”

Your brother shakes his head, “You’re doing this to protect your people.”

And that, makes you shut up instantaneously because you know that deep in your heart, he’s right. It causes you to pause in contemplation. By agreeing to this arrangement, peace with the humans would become a potential possibility, and no longer an impossibility like it is now. Although you’re not sure that the Alsacian’s would uphold their part of the treaty, you’re beginning to realize that whether or not they uphold the agreement isn’t central to the offer.

The humans want peace as well; and who wouldn’t? Perhaps, trust is the point.

For diplomacy, both sides must negotiate. Both sides won’t receive everything that they want, but both sides will end up happy eventually.

You breathe out, pressing your fingers to your temples in thought. You were so blinded by personal bias that you weren’t even able to remember the core principles of diplomacy. But instead of your side trading money, land, or military might in this negotiation, you’re gambling on your own life. Maybe doing that is the only way to end this war.

“You do understand, Brother, that Uncle is marrying me off in the hopes that the humans will kill me for him.”

Suho nods.

“If I do this, I’ll be gone. I won’t be here to protect you. I won’t be here to protect Yuna. If I leave, Uncle will be one step closer to securing absolute power over vampire kind. If he gets his way, you’re next,” you remind him.

Suho shakes his head before pulling you in for a tight hug, pressing his palm to the back of your head, “Don’t worry about us. Do what you need to do.”

His words might be reassuring, but it doesn’t stop your heart from clenching in your chest, tears starting to gather along your lashes.

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“I will be going ahead with the treaty, Son.”

Jaebeom’s heart sinks at the news, anger bubbling up at his father’s disregard for his opinion in the arrangement. He could be in chains in a dungeon, captured by his sworn enemy since birth, but the idea of marrying a vampire makes him seethe even more than the possibility of being in prison.

“You seriously don’t believe that I’ll be willing to marry one of them,” he spits out, clearly displaying a distaste at the idea of marrying you.

His father remains silent, so Jaebeom continues, “I won’t betray my kind like this.”

Jaebeom argues with his father, shaking his head as it droops down between his crouched knees. His father senses the distress from his son; the conflict that he must be going through. So, he moves to wrap an arm around his shoulders.

“You’re doing this to protect them, not betray them,” his father counters, making Jaebeom stop his train of thought.

“I’m not expecting you to enjoy this arrangement. If anything, I knew that you would be against it. But if you want to become king in the future, you need to show that you’re capable of carrying the burden of leadership. Sacrifices must be made to ensure the survival of our kind. And that means that you must step up.”

His father’s speech causes Jaebeom to contemplate his next action. Since birth, he’s known that he would become the next king. There is no doubt in his mind that he is strong after leading the front lines and being awarded a Medal of Valor at the age of twenty; the youngest to receive the honour in Alsacian history. Hard work and brutal strength exhibited on the battlefield granted him that, but how far would that take him? He has no experience in the diplomatic parts of war; he’s always thought that such negotiations were his father’s job.

Furthermore, Jaebeom’s mind wanders to the members of his circle. First, there’s Jinyoung, his right-hand man, vital in controlling the others when they become distracted or overly rowdy. After that, there’s Mark, his trusted strategist. Then there’s Jackson, his combat specialist. Next is Bambam, his best intelligence gatherer, imperative in the process of reconning an area meant for battle. And last, there’s the youngest; Yugyeom, the all-rounder. Jaebeom has been there since his birth, and he’s grown up so fast that he can’t wrap his arms around Yugyeom anymore when he hugs him, and just the thought of it makes his heart swell.

Then, there’s Youngjae, the second prince, adopted by his father after his mother passed away. He was found in one of the border towns as a shivering and starving child, hiding underneath a blanket of hay. If it wasn’t for that camouflage, he would’ve been killed by a vampire during the attack that happened just hours prior. While he isn’t related by blood to any of them, he loves them all. He would die for them without hesitation or regard for his own well-being or life.

His father slaps a hand on his shoulder, bringing him out of his inner monologue, “Are you ready to step up, Son? To sacrifice what must be sacrificed?”

This shouldn’t be about him; Jaebeom realizes this now. The war needs to end for them, because Jaebeom wants them to experience a life without war and destruction.

Once his father sees him nod wordlessly, he grips Jaebeom’s hand in assurance, “Good. Once you marry the vampire girl, I want you to learn everything there is to know about their kind; history, strengths, and most importantly, weaknesses.”

Jaebeom frowns slightly at the implication, retracting from his father’s touch, “You want me to become a spy?”

His father nods vehemently before adding, “Within this seemingly… Unfortunate offer, lies an opportunity that no other human has ever been granted. We have a chance to infiltrate the society of the vampires; to learn their ways and use it against them.”

Jaebeom sees that his father is resolute, emphasizing his idea with a strong voice and a fist in the air. Although he can see where his father is coming from, a part of him greatly disagrees with the idea.

There is no honour in it, Jaebeom recognizes, displeased with the notion of using a peace treaty as a guise for underhanded betrayal.

But it’s against vampires. It’s different, Jaebeom justifies, ignoring his gut feeling as he reminds himself of the side that he believes that he should take. How could he forget that vampires have been his sworn enemy since birth? How could he forget the vampire that dug his filthy fangs into his mother’s neck, feeding off of her blood until she collapsed in front of his innocent, child-like eyes; her body lifeless and gaunt?

They’ve killed thousands; no, millions of humans over the years, and such heartless crimes are unforgivable.

Jaebeom will never forget. He refuses to forget.

And with that in mind, he agrees to his father’s request with a decisive nod, “I won’t let you down.”

“Good,” his father acknowledges, tapping Jaebeom’s shoulder in approval, “I will send word to King Jiho.”

With a nod of Jaebeom’s head, his father leaves him alone in the tent once again. An anxious sigh slips from his lips, his upper body slumping back to hit the back of the upholstered chair, the sensation strangely grating and uncomfortable. Maybe it’s because the course of his life is going to change tomorrow.

Tomorrow is the day that Jaebeom walks into the fire.

Tomorrow.

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Yuna is making that face again.

“Out with it,” you say to your younger sister, currently situated in a chair adjacent to you, frowning with her arms crossed. She’s evidently displeased; Yuna’s never been very good at hiding her emotions.

“What?” she responds, tone curt.

“You have those wrinkles between your eyebrows again,” you start, hand leaving your open book to gesture at the space in between your brows, “They always show up when you’re itching to say something. So, out with it.”

Yuna huffs in her seat, remaining silent. It’s as if she’s contemplating the possibility of divulging her thoughts to you, but that doesn’t matter in the end. She usually cracks by the end of it.

And as if she can read your mind, she does just that.

“You can’t marry the human. You just can’t,” she admits. Just by assessing her expression and tone once again, you can tell that she’s irritated.

“I haven’t even accepted the proposal yet,” you reply, trying to keep your voice as calm as possible, attempting to ensure that your answer doesn’t rile her up too much. Unfortunately, this doesn’t prove to be effective because Yuna rolls her eyes at you, frustrated.

“When have you ever put your personal feelings above duty, Sister?”

You stop reading the second that you hear that, unable to deny her assessment. Yuna scoffs, noticing your change in expression immediately, “See? I know you just as well as you know me.”

“I just…” you stop yourself, not wanting to expose Yuna to your uncle’s wretched thoughts. Her existence as a member of the royal family is precarious as it is. The second that she receives any political power or attention will mean instant punishment for her, and your uncle has made that possibility abundantly clear. Her protection is a priority to both yourself and Suho, so you’ve tried your very best to keep her out of your uncle’s grimy fingers, and as a consequence, the political spotlight.

“I can see the benefits of this alliance. I can see what it can do for the country. What it can do for our kind,” you tell her instead, but you’re able to see that she remains unconvinced. Yuna squeezes her fists together, as if she’s struggling to bring the words from her mind into actual speech. At first, you believe that she’s just being petulant, but you notice the way that she bites her bottom lip to stop it from trembling. She can barely make eye contact with you, and she just snaps.

“You can’t!” Yuna raises her voice and you halt everything. She never yells. Ever.

Caught off guard by her sudden outburst, you place your book down on the side table before walking over to her softly, responding, “Yuna, I-”

“You can’t,” she interrupts, tone much softer, almost meek in comparison to before. Her eyes peer upward to yours, eyes glassy with tears welling up in the corner of her eyes, “You can’t leave me.”

Your heart shatters the second that you hear her teary plead, reaching out to offer an embrace. She takes it immediately, breaking down and falling apart in your arms. You didn’t realize how strongly she felt about your decision, surely a consequence of only taking yourself and the country into account. The possible impact that this marriage might have on her didn’t even cross your mind, so you chastise yourself for being so selfish.

Yuna was turned illegally at the young age of sixteen, by some criminal that broke border rules for a quick drink. She would have been one of the youngest humans turned in history, if it wasn’t for your age of turning. You still remember the state at which you and Suho found her; it still makes you shiver to this day.

Her body was weak, face gaunt, and starving, nearly mauling Suho as you attempted to rescue her. It took your father nearly two years to teach her how to curb her thirst. So, since your father’s death, she’s relied on you heavily for guidance and support. You taught her everything there is to know about living as a vampire for the past 25 years, as her experience in turning practically echoes your own. It was only appropriate that her response would be so intense.

“I’m sorry,” you begin, shaking your head as tears threaten to slip down your cheeks, “It might be the only way.”

✧✧✧

Jaebeom hates it here.

Absolutely hates it.

He’s only been on this side of the country for a couple of weeks but it feels like an absolute eternity. Perhaps it just seems that way because the North is cold, dreary, and dark no matter the time of day or season; it’s no wonder that very little life can exist here. It definitely isn’t a place for a human that needs the warmth of the sun to survive.

To make matters worse for him, he finds himself right in the centre of Styria, the vampire capital, waiting around in enemy territory to sign a treaty destined to fail. It isn’t the most inviting place for a human either; not even in the slightest. If he wandered the streets alone, he wouldn’t be surprised if he’s pulled into the nearest alleyway by a thirsty vampire for a quick drink.

But alas, he has a duty to his father; to his people, to ensure that this strategy succeeds, even at the cost of his well-being and freedom. Unfortunately for him though, he doesn’t have a moment to contemplate the details of the situation any longer, as he is currently situated in a castle filled with vampires, likely seconds away from being killed.

Taking a deep breath, he waits for the two, fully armed guards to open the enormous doors that tower over his stature. Jaebeom looks to the side to glance cautiously at Jinyoung; his most trusted knight, closest friend, and confidante, as well as his father. Similarly, they are both calm, yet on edge.

His younger brother Youngjae however, isn’t very good at hiding how terrified he looks, given away by his shaky palms, sweaty forehead, and pale complexion. The weapons that they both had on hand before entering the castle were confiscated for the time being, including the infantry that travelled with them. The fact that they practically have no defence against possible attacks has them all on guard, including himself.

That thought continues when the guards step into Jaebeom’s line of sight, pushing the doors open as the metal hinges creak loudly. What looks to be a throne room is slowly revealed to him, his eyes looking upward to trace the huge silver arcs, beams, and columns that support the weight of the ceiling. Quickly, he gathers the details of the grand room.

Firstly, his eyes catch the silver vines that wind around the columns, polished to such a sheen that the metal reflects the glow of the torches and the chandelier that light the space. Next, he notices how warm the room truly is; the hearth located at the sides of the room burning bright and emitting so much heat that he can feel it through his pelts. Such a feeling is strange for a place that Jaebeom touted as cold and depressing. Finally, his eyes trail forward to the sight of you, perched upon a single ornate throne in front of him, adorned with filigree silver and velvet upholstery.

Immediately, he’s confused, leaning towards Jinyoung to whisper in his ear, “Who is that?”

Jinyoung pauses with a breath, “My apologies, Your Highness, but I’m not sure either. It was not communicated through our intelligence network that King Jiho would not be present. I-”

“Introducing the King of Alsace and His Royal Highness, the First Prince Jaebeom of House Lim; His Grace, the Second Prince Choi Youngjae; and their companion, Ser Jinyoung of House Park. Here, you are esteemed guests of Her Royal Highness, the Princess Regent Y/N,” the guard behind him announces loudly, right before stepping beside him with spears in hand. He hears Jinyoung say a hushed oh next to him, gathering the pieces of stray information to identify you.

“Thank you, Corvus,” you answer, lifting yourself from your throne to meet your human guests. As soon as you leave your seat, you adjust your dress with your hands, smoothing the front of the skirt before walking over to the four men, heels clicking against the polished stone flooring.

As you walk closer, Jaebeom is instantly dumbfounded that you’re the person that he may become promised to. Never did he think that King Jiho would have someone as poised; as undoubtedly beautiful as you are by his side. It’s almost alarming how perfectly you align with the look of royalty; elegant, pristine, and regal. There isn’t a single crease in your dress, nor a stray hair out of place.

“I am Y/N, Princess Regent of Styria. I am pleased to make The King’s acquaintance, as well as Your Highness, Your Grace, as well as Ser Jinyoung,” you smile at both of them before curtsying, “I apologize for the late notice, but I will be leading you all to the council room. My brother and my uncle will be waiting for us there.”

His entire party bows for this vampire princess in front of him, but his discussion with his father persuades him to take it a step further. If he is to truly win you over to the point where you spill all of the secrets that vampire society has to offer, he has to step up his game. So, he decides to reach out for your hand. As a response, the guards beside you immediately go on the defensive, stepping in front of you before pressing a dagger against his neck in record speed.

Instantly, Jinyoung steps forward to defend him but he raises a hand, wordlessly communicating with him to stand down. Similarly, you do the same with your guards. After the blade is removed from his neck, he takes a single step forward and gently wraps his fingers around your wrist, bringing it upward to press a soft, chaste kiss against the back of your hand.

Oh? She blushes, Jaebeom notices, interest piqued.

“It’s my pleasure, Princess,” he replies lowly, quiet enough for his words to be lost to the rest of the party, but just loud enough for you to hear. His eyes peer up to see your surprised expression before pulling away; if only he could hear the flurry of thoughts that begin to fly around in your mind after that single, innocent kiss.

He expected a much more… Dramatic response, though. Instead, you wordlessly gesture at him to follow you to the council room, guards trailing behind. A pleasant expression is spread across your face as you do so but there’s a glint of calculated austerity and coldness behind your graceful demeanour. Surely, there must be more to you than just a pretty face. It’s that inherent disposition and contrast that has him admittedly intrigued.

However, Jaebeom tries to shake away those thoughts the second that they enter his mind; how can he think that you, a vampire, an infallible ice-cold killer, are attractive in any shape or form? Regardless of his internal reservations on your kind and in your character, interest increases steadily in his mind when his eyes trace the curve of your spine and the sway of your hips, beckoning him to follow as you walk away.

Akin to a moth to a flame, he does.

✧✧✧

You weren’t sure what to expect from the humans.

You’re familiar with them, but intelligence gathered from reading reports and scrolls can only do so much for you. It was expected that the king and his infantry would attend, but only that much is true.

For starters, the King of Alsace seems to just be a standard leader; concerned for the wellbeing of his country and his own kind. He is burly, strong, and built with a gruff voice, very much the opposite of your uncle’s. The second prince, Youngjae, looks to have a gentle, almost naïve nature. He could barely look you in the eye when you met him in the throne room; it would take a fool to not see that he’s terrified. Jinyoung, the knight, did not speak a single word since your greeting, nor did he allow himself to take his eyes off of you. He acted as if you would slit their throats and parade them around the city for all to see with a single snap of your finger. Clearly, he seems to be the most outwardly cautious of the group.

The King, Jinyoung, and the Second Prince are what you would classify as classically handsome; prince-like, and poised. To be honest, you would’ve expected Ser Jinyoung to be the First Prince but instead, you’re surprised to see that another man takes that title.

The First Prince, Jaebeom… Or His Royal Highness; you correct yourself after remembering the details of etiquette, is not the prince that you initially envisioned.

The man in question is currently walking behind you but you can remember his face, even after only glancing at him briefly. His features are sharp with dark hair combed backward and away from his forehead, exposing two moles underneath his left eyebrow. You notice a small ring of silver metal pierced through his nose; an interesting choice. There is also a deep scar slashed perpendicularly to the line of his jaw; it makes you wonder where he got it from (or rather, who he got it from). Yes, he is admittedly handsome, but there’s something else in the way that he carried himself in the throne room…

It was as if no one else in the room was present; no guards, no King, no one. It felt like his gaze was focused on you and only you; eyes mysterious, piercing, and dangerous with every single stride that he took toward.

You try to shake the memory of his lips against your skin from your mind once you reach the council room, but the thought remains.

You expected him to hate you; to despise your very existence. This notion is completely discernable, as this situation that you both find yourselves in is not what either of you would particularly enjoy. The conflict that has existed between humans and vampires has been rampant for centuries now, and you understand that fact. You thought that he would be just as terrified as most humans are, but no. If anything, the man that showed up in the throne room turned out to be the exact opposite. Perhaps, it will take some time for his true nature to be revealed to you.

“Leave us,” you direct, gesturing for your guards to vacate the room before taking a seat beside Suho. He greets you with a soft kiss to your temple, a comforting sigh leaving your lips as he does so. As if he can sense your stress and anxiety at the meeting, he nods at you wordlessly in an attempt to soothe your emotions. Luckily, you’re able to calm yourself before completely disregarding the slimy grin that your uncle gives the group of humans upon their entry.

The guards open their mouths to protest against leaving you without protection, but are silenced once your eyes lock onto theirs. With a single glance from you, they nod and leave the room, shutting the door behind them.

You might be with a group of humans trained in swordsmanship, but you’re still a vampire. If you wanted to, you could easily kill both of them without even lifting a hand, and you’re sure that the men in front of you understand that fact as well.

“Please, take a seat,” you gesture at the chairs tucked neatly into the table, right across from your brother, your uncle, and yourself. Three of them take a seat immediately but are still incredibly cautious; their breathing and heart rate slightly elevated from before. In contrast, Jaebeom removes his outer clothing before sitting down at the table. He begins by unfastening the metal clasp that holds the front of his pelt together, glove-clad fingers moving quickly. The action reveals another fur-lined, thick leather coat that he also moves to unbutton, ridding himself of it to unveil a pair of simple beige slacks and a loose linen shirt, neckline parted to expose a portion of his bare chest.

You bite the inside of your cheek and look to window on the left side of the room, just to stop yourself from staring for longer than you already have.

To begin, your uncle rises from his seat to speak, “Greetings to the Alsacian’s. I am sure that you remember me from our previous meeting. Please allow me the time to introduce the Crown Prince, His Royal Highness Suho, who is seated beside me.”

Suho leaves his seated position to bow out of respect, but you’re sure that he’s going to curse the humans in front of him as soon as he gets the chance. Your uncle continues, “I am sure that my beautiful niece has introduced herself as well.”

“Of course, Uncle,” you confirm, silently seething in contempt, “May I formally introduce the King of Alsace and His Royal Highness, the First Prince Jaebeom of House Lim; His Grace, the Second Prince Choi Youngjae; and Ser Jinyoung of House Park.”

“We are pleased to finally meet you all,” the King greets, so you nod at him in return. However, your mind catches a strange inconsistency; why does the First Prince belong to a House, yet the Second Prince does not?

Keeping that information in mind, you shift your gaze directly in front of you. By chance, your eyes meet Jaebeom’s directly; dark, narrowed, and sharp. You’re not sure why, but his incessant staring is starting to make you shift in your seat, suddenly self-conscious.

“Let’s begin with the first clause of the treaty,” the King interrupts your thoughts, looking towards Jaebeom with apprehensive eyes. Thankfully, this effectively stops Jaebeom from staring at you any longer; it was beginning to feel strange.

“We understand that peace is contingent on the marriage of the Princess and my son. This condition is one that we accept.”

Now that they have accepted the extension of the proposal, all eyes essentially land on you. Suho is evidently concerned but your uncle is something completely different.

His expression looks to be pleasant, but you know that he’s hiding the most vicious of threats within it. Just a single stare from him practically puts the threat of Yuna’s life over your head. You’re not even making eye contact with him but it doesn’t matter. Even an idiot would be able to sense how foul and despicable the man truly is.

You let out a sigh at how unfortunate this situation has become, eyelids slipping shut as your shoulders slump slightly. You sink into your chair at this outcome, displeased by the decision that you have to make.

“I accept your proposal,” you agree reluctantly, opening your eyes to meet Jaebeom’s in front of you, resolute and firm. At least, you’re trying to be, pushing down your feelings of disgust and loathing to the best of your ability.

“Fantastic!” your uncle is practically clapping in glee; it’s the most chipper that you’ve ever seen that man. You cannot believe that he is taking this much pleasure in your downfall; your body is itching to unleash your power on him; to make him suffer. By the time that the guards bring over a silver tray of stamps, quills, and ink, your uncle starts to brag about the potential success of the union.

“Your Highness,” he starts, slapping a hand over Jaebeom’s shoulder, “I’m sure that you will be very satisfied with the Princess. She will make an obedient wife.”

As if it couldn’t get worse, his comments have you seething. You’re in the middle of signing your name and attaching your seal on the treaty as his voice drawls on, the quill nearly snapping in your hand as when you hear his condescending, vile statements. Perhaps, you should extend your uncle a compliment; he truly is the most consistently awful person that you’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing.

By the time that the document is signed, you’re desperate to retain some semblance of control over your life. In your future, there’s only one man that would have a direct influence over how you live, so you decide to have a more intimate conversation, without your uncle’s prying, beady eyes.

“Your Highness,” you call out, pausing when you see Jaebeom turn around, “May I have a word with you in private?”

Based on the way that he switches to walk in your direction, you understand that he’s agreed. However, Suho reaches out for your wrist to stop you from doing the same, “Sister…”

You know that he doesn’t want you alone with the human, so you raise a brow in an attempt to wordlessly communicate with your brother.

Let me go, you hope to convey to him, I’ll be ok. Suho should know that you can handle yourself. It takes a minute but eventually, he leaves with the others, reluctantly allowing you to be alone with the human prince.

Jaebeom waits until the door clicks closed before speaking, “You wanted to speak with me, Princess?”

“I just wanted to see if we are on the same page, Your Highness. I understand that this marriage must remain strong. Publicly, at least. The strength of this union directly reflects the longevity of this new era of peace. I’m sure that you also understand that, correct?” you elaborate, brow raising to emphasize your point.

Similarly, Jaebeom raises a brow at you before responding, “Well, Princess, there is one method that we could use to show the public that the union is successful. I’m sure that you also understand that, correct?”

His response causes you to recoil slightly, put off by his sudden shift in tone and the repetition of a phrase that you used. There was a level of intensity to him before, a sense of seriousness, but now he’s a little more… Playful, perhaps? A smirk spreads across his face when you continue to remain silent. It makes you ask yourself; Is he mocking the way that you speak?

“I’m sorry?” you frown, cocking your head to the side.

Jaebeom lets out a heavy exhale at your reply, “We would have to produce an heir.”

Pause.

“Excuse me?” you nearly recoil at his blunt, unfiltered answer. He didn’t even hesitate with that response, forcing you to blink rapidly as you’re caught off guard. The fact that he would even think of something like that; that he would even consider such an act; that he would even insinuate such a thing has your mind imploding. You two just got engaged ten minutes ago, yet he’s seriously suggesting that-

“Oh, don’t tell me that I have to explain it to you, Princess,” he starts, your nostrils flaring when he utters your title in a condescendingly teasing manner, “See, when two people love each other very much, they-”

“I can assure you, Your Highness,” you interrupt him in a similar tone, satisfied when you catch Jaebeom’s brow twitching in irritation, “That I am very much familiar with the process.”

“Are you now? With whom have you become familiar with, in this fashion?” he challenges, taking a large step forward, his chest only a couple of inches away from you, “Who was among the lucky ones to be graced with the privilege?”

“I…” you stop yourself, huffing in disbelief that you are to marry this man. As if he’s trying to anger you; to rile you up, he stares right into your eyes in silent mockery, “You are…” you bite your tongue before a particularly colourful curse can leave your lips, “Surely, you aren’t implying that I would even agree to do anything of that… Manner, with the likes of you.”

He smirks at you; a grin so devilish that the sight of it has your irritation spiking, “Who said anything about me?”

“I-”

“Be careful of what insults you choose to throw my way, Princess. Because it seems to me, that your mind arrived at that conclusion, purely of your own volition.”

For the very first time in your life, you’re speechless, unable to form a response that would be able to counter his. You’re not accustomed to this level of blunt honesty, nor this degree of relentless tormenting. The room is silent for a couple of seconds, but it seems to extend into an absolute eternity when Jaebeom crosses his arms across the front of his torso, inviting you to just stare at his body.

He’s so… Broad, you observe, taking in the sight of his chest straining against the ties and buttons that fasten his linen shirt closed. You’re not especially warm; none of you really is but… For some reason, warmth begins to spread from the back of your neck before blossoming onto your cheeks. It’s possible that the proximity is to blame but you can’t help it; not when Jaebeom turns his head to the side to expose the line of his jaw and the slope of his neck, a single silver chain resting on his collarbones. Nothing about the way he looks should be particularly tempting but…

It’s as if he’s just begging to be bitten.

“Ugh. Enough,” you scoff, tearing your gaze away from him before he notices how long you’ve been ogling him for. Fed up with your sudden inability to control yourself, you call for your assistant, Corvus.

“Please escort His Highness to his quarters,” you dismiss abrasively. Your tone came out much harsher than you initially intended, but you’re unable to control yourself, not when you’re as irritated and annoyed as you are at the moment. You turn around to face the large arched window, gazing at the darkness of the night sky to calm your frustrations. Surprisingly though, you see Jaebeom bow to you in the corner of your eye before making his. Somehow, he retains a level of decorum and respect towards you, regardless of the mocking repartee that took place just minutes before.

“I hope to see you at the engagement ball, Princess,” he responds, relief taking over your body when you hear his footsteps gradually decrease in volume. Finally, the door clicks shut and your posture softens, alleviating your wound-up nerves and allowing you to mentally reflect on what has just occurred.

Jaebeom, this human prince, somehow managed to aggravate you to such a degree that you nearly cursed. Your mind is baffled by this turn of events; you’re over 200 years old but he is the first person that you’ve ever met that has managed to break past the practiced poise that you’ve developed throughout your life. To make matters even more infuriating, he succeeded with a couple of sentences, and nothing more. Even as you reminisce, your mind somehow shifts to the suggestive subject of his taunting. Normally, you would pay no mind to such tasteless, risqué allegations but…

Something about his tone; playful, yet undeniably assertive, made your breath catch in your throat. It was as if he genuinely considered conducting such provocative acts with you specifically, to challenge past lovers that you’ve previously invited into your bed. In addition, his statements not only seemed to denounce your previous lovers, but implied that he could surpass them.

Unfortunately for him though, you’re certain that you would never entertain such desires.

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Interviews - Henry Cavill x wife/actress reader

Summary: You and Henry have been married for a couple years now, and when you’re both part of the Witcher cast, fun interviews are to be had.

Warning: nothing but a good time, btw I’ve never written anything like this so I hope it’s good enough that I might feel motivated to write more

-Readers Witcher character is loosely based off my Geralt fic from here (just a little self promotion), but in this case you play a full vampire in this Witcher universe

The days have been long and grueling, filming hours upon hours of stunts and regular acting had taken its toll. Not to mention the countless times in hair and make up paired with costume changes and traveling to film on certain locations.

To say being apart of Netflix’s The Witcher was full of tiring days and some accidental bruises would be a huge understatement. But none of that mattered, nor did you bother to complain when through the thick and thin of it all did you have Henry with you along the way. And your favorite big slobbery bear, Kal whenever he was allowed on set.

Fortunately for you in the beginning of all the craziness, the casting and writers had wanted you specifically for the part of Y/C/N in the new series before Henry even auditioned for the role of Geralt, that was soon given to him after you accepted your fresh role of vampiric heroine.

It was ironically strange in a good way, you had watched your dork of a husband play the Witcher: Wild Hunt a few times before, eventually learning of what Geralt of Rivia was, who Y/C/N was in the story, who Yennefer and Ciri were, Tris and even Jaskier.

Who would have thought that you’d finally get to snag a role side by side with Henry in quite literally one of the most fantastic shows you’ve ever heard of. You didn’t even need to see the show yet to know how well it was most likely to be reviewed. Being a key character in the grand storyline was enough to convince you of how amazing it would most certainly turn out in the finished product.

And after all was said and done, you couldn’t believe how well loved and popular the show truly became in the following months after shooting and its eventual release onto Netflix. The after parties and cast celebrations truly made you blessedly grateful for pulling through to the vary end.

Then again you had your mans Henry by your side every step of the way. He was your rock and you were most definitely his. You know life on set would have been far less entertaining and dreadfully long if not for the lovely company of your dear Witcher, Henry. And so far after the fact, you and a good portion of the cast have been placed in random interviews for the majority of the day.

Reason being, The Witcher has at long last finally premiered and as per usual the people and media live for those cast interviews that always reveal some interesting events. So far this morning you’ve done some interviews with Anya that have gone perfectly fine since the two of you seem to click so well.

Also it helps ease the anxiety of your fellow newer cast mates to the world of continuous interviews with an experienced veteran actor like yourself, who’s gone round the ring more times then you can count. Though you can’t help but wonder how Henry’s doing, considering you’ve been separated since the sessions began at 10am, you’ve had lunch and now it’s about 1 in the afternoon with more hours to go.

Luckily for you, you’ve just been informed of another interview with the man of the hour himself. Saying your goodbyes and well wishes to your fellow cast mates, you stand and follow the guide into the advised place. Aka some really nice hotel room that’s been done up real nice for efficient interviewing, complete with the Witcher insignia on a large background poster and three chairs that happen to look rather comfy.

The camera and sound people nod in acknowledgment as you walk in, you nod back no doubt making their day with your friendliness and adorable smile that quite literally lights up a room. Soon you spot the bubbly yet nervous interviewee who instantly welcomes you into her space like you’re an old friend.

You sit, a bit confused as to where your partner happens to be at the moment, the interviewer, Lauren makes small talk before a door opens and her big bright doe eyes go wide in nervous excitement. A telling smile upon her face as she shifts in her chair before looking back to you again with a happy grin.

Henry says a quick hello to the behind the scenes crew before waving to Lauren, you smirk while watching him get comfortable next to you, “Well, well, well. Get lost on your way up, you know they have guides for a reason.” You tease as he chuckles at your humorous jab, relieved to see you again after a couple hours apart.

“Traffic.” He quips with a shrug.

“Uh huh.” You mutter with a shake of your head before drawing your attention back to Laura, “Can’t take him anywhere I swear, he does this all the time.”

She laughs as Henry pretends to gasp at your teasing, you chuckle along with them before she finally collects herself, “Well, welcome back to London. It’s fantastic to have you both in town once again, and your big beautiful faces all over Leicester Square.”

You both laugh, “Right.” Says Henry, “I guess we do look pretty cool.”

“Hell yeah, I mean where else can I see myself with a giant sword on a building? And anyways look at this beautiful mug,” You say gently squeezing Henry’s cheeks in your hand, “he’s literally killing it out there.” They laugh as you give Hen another playful squeeze before letting go and setting your arm against the chairs cushioned armrest.

“Alight let’s start.” She says enthusiastically before glancing down at her cards then back up to you and Henry. Then into one of the two the cameras, “Hi I’m Lauren from Entertainment Weekly and today we’re here with the two stars of Netflix’s The Witcher.” She says enthusiastically while giving a nod to you two, indicating that the camera is now focused on you both, “Henry Cavill and Y/N Cavill.”

You both smile in acknowledgment as Henry gives a slight nod, “How you doing?”

“I’m great,” She beams, “So, I’ll get right into it, what do you like most about the story? What really drew you into the script that made you say, yes this is going to be awesome?”

Slapping a hand against Henry’s muscular leg, you hum, “I’ll let Hen take this one he’s a real expert on the linguistics of the whole show.”

“Thanks Y/N/N.” Replies Henry, bemused that you’re making him take the first question.

You nod to him knowingly with a smirk, “Of course.” Knowing how much he loves to talk about the show and also because you’d rather have him use his energy to talk about it then do that yourself. Priorities, right, though in your defense it’s been a long day.

“Well I absolutely love the games and the books themselves are phenomenal works of literature.” He explains, his face glowing with that usual glimmer of excitement in his eyes, “The story and the world of the Witcher is just so rich and full of potential that when I signed on for the show, I immediately knew it would be amazing, no doubt.”

You lean into the arm of you chair, “And of course I was there so that’s always a bonus.”

“That too.” He smiles adorably, “That too of course.”

Lauren smiles, “Great. So, what was it like working together, how was it having your characters interact with one another?”

You smile, setting a hand against Henry’s forearm, “This guy right here.” You deadpan before waving him off dramatically, “So annoying, my god he whined all the time and he was such a drama queen dear lord so ugh....” You start cackling before you can even finish the sentence causing Henry to loose it as well and with that the interviewer.

Shaking your head you rest your hand against his shoulder, “I joke, he was a gem to work with as usual...I mean I feel incredibly blessed to be able to act alongside my husband for months and months every single day. It’s a rarity in this line of work and I’m grateful to have shared this experience...and I guess more so this whole adventure with him as well.”

The interviewer aww’s as Henry tilts his head to lean into your hand that’s still resting atop his shoulder before pulling away just as quickly, the intimate sentiment not going unnoticed by you or Lauren who looks to be enjoying your loving yet calm energy with one another. “That’s so sweet, what about you Henry?”

“Oh yes absolutely,” Agrees Henry to your recent statement, “not only did I have her by my side through it all but the dynamic of our characters interacting together was so fun to shoot. I think the audience will really be able to see their relationship grow on screen into something strong and beautiful like in the books.”

Slow clapping you give him a curt nod of approval, “Well said.”

Lauren smirks, “Seems like it. Well, I was able to catch the premier yesterday and I gotta say...it was fantastic! I couldn’t believe how diffident the two of you looked from how you are now.” She gushes enthusiastically.

The corners of Henry’s lips curl into a proud smile for the fellow crew of the Witcher’s, “Oh that’s great then, honestly we gotta give all the props to the costume and makeup team, they’re so talented and know how to make us look like real badasses.” He adds.

You nod in agreement before grinning at a positive memory of your first interaction with Henry as Geralt, “Oh for sure, I remember during the early stages of production when our characters met each other for the first time, before this we came to set together but went separate ways to shoot our own stuff in the meantime so I never got a real look at him.” You recall with a bright smile as Henry watches your every move, beaming just the same.

“It was so funny, I was in the tent with Freya Allen, the wonderful girl who plays Ciri, and then suddenly her eyes got all big and nervous and I was like, that’s not me right? Something weird didn’t just happen with my costume? And then I turned around to find this man, wig on, face a mess, and his eyes looked so fearsome and different...it was a bit startling.” You say with a chuckle, “I clearly wasn’t expecting to see Geralt right then and there. He just looked so unlike Henry.”

“Yeah, I was almost hurt.” Laughs Henry, “She had to like squint and make sure it was me.”

Rolling your eyes, you shrug, “He had some real creepy looking colored contacts, yunno?”

Henry fake scoffs, “You’re one to talk, I mean when I first say her, Y/N’s eyes were red and she had fake blood spattered all over her face and shirt. Oh, and not to mention those fangs they put on your teeth...we probably traumatized poor Freya that day.”

“Oh shit you’re right!” You exclaim with a snort of concealed laughter, “God I completely forgot about how I looked...now since I think about it, I did that a lot too. I would just walk up to people and be completely oblivious as to what kind of nightmare I looked like, honestly I might have scared one of our producers a couple of times.” You add with a half nervous laugh, it’s true, you did scare some of the crew unintentionally. Most of the time.

Lauren lightly chuckles, “That sounds like you were quite the sight to see then.” She says before glancing back down at her notes, “Alright I have’ta ask, is there anything that you two took home with you from set?”

“Besides Henry every night,” He holds back a laugh while covering his mouth as you nonchalantly continue, “Uh, yes actually I got to take home Y/C/N’s wolf ring that I loved so much and just thought was the coolist thing ever and....uh, I might have stolen some socks too.”

“So that’s why after filming the amount of socks of yours I had to fold increased?” Wonders Henry with a surprised snort of realization.

Turning your head to give him a “no shit” kinda look, you look back at Lauren, pointing your thumb at Henry, “Master sleuth right here, but hey, he folds my laundry.”

“Aw that’s great.” Adds Lauren with a smile before turning her attention to Henry, “What about you Henry? Take anything from set?”

“More then Y/N did actually...”

“He just about took the whole makeup trailer most nights, I swear.”

Henry chuckles, “That. Is true.” He agrees with a nod, “Interesting enough, at home I’ve got Geralt’s armor hung up in our living room and a multitude of other nicknacks that I’ve collected during filming.” He adds, glancing over to you, “So uh, yeah, we were fairly lucky to be able to snag what we could.”

Lauren smiles, absentmindedly shuffling her cards, “That’s awesome to have such special memorabilia, you guys really are fortunate.” She adds before reading off from another card, “Alright you two, care to play a game called guess the image? Witcher style.”

Your face perks up at this, you’re a sucker for interview games and Henry knows it, “Are you reading my mind or something, I have been waiting all day for someone to ask about playing a game.” You gush rather enthusiastically.

He smiles at your adorableness and how excited you’ve just become, Lauren grins, happy that her suggestion has been so well received, “Okay so how it works is, I’ll show you an image on my iPad and then you have to guess who or what I’m showing you.”

“Oh, cool I’ve heard of this,” You reply, turning to Henry with a smirk, “Loser has to clean Kal’s yard poop for a week.”

Rolling his gorgeous blue eyes he chuckles, “You’re on.”

“Alright, the stakes are high, you two ready?” Beams Lauren, holding her iPad to her chest as she awaits an answer.

“Yes, I’m ready to kick his ass.” You quip, leaning an arm against your chair while Henry does about the same, though he does his best to contain his laughter.

“Okay, first image.” She holds up the device to show some sort of weird golden thing, it’s shiny and hard, worst part is that you’re not entirely sure what the hell it could be.

Sensing your confusion Henry nudges your shoulder, though you ignore it before he smartly answers, “Oh, is that...Renfri’s brooch?” Little shit knows exactly what that is, of course he does.

Lauren claps, “Correct.” Zooming out of the image to show the full picture of the golden brooch, “Right on, that’s one point for Mr. Cavill.”

You scoff playfully, “Beginners luck.” While Henry side eyes you with a humorous grin upon his plush lips, he nudges your arm, “I’m going to really enjoy not cleaning up Kal’s grass turds for awhile.” He mutters lightheartedly, though you know deep down he’s being serious, no way is he going to win this, you think. You won’t have it, hopefully the next few pictures aren’t as difficult, Kal duty is not fun by any means.

“Shut up.” You grumble with a dismissive wave of your hand, though just teasing of course.

“Okay next image.” This time the blurred photo looks much more familiar, soon it clicks as to what the obscured blurriness actually is, yes!

“Got it! Anya’s er I guess Yennefer’s dress from the fight at Sodden.” Lauren giggles, zooming the image out to reveal Yennefer in her tasseled blue and purple dress from the battle at Sodden Hill. “I’m amazing I know.” You boast at Henry with a casual little bow in your seat.

“It’s the second question.” He deadpans, eyes crinkling in amusement as you shake your head at him.

“Pffff get outta here.” You mutter back, gently pushing his arm off of your chairs armrest and setting yours in its place while he gives you a fake shocked expression.

In turn you can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips, so instead of saying some sassy remark that would no doubt get a reaction out of him, you turn your attention back over to Lauren who’s looking over her notes again.

“Fantastic,” She says, glancing back up at you and Henry, “you’re both tied with one point each. Alright, anyone know what this is?” She asks showing something red and fuzzy, a bit of dirty skin showing from one corner but with The Witcher this bloody image could literally be anything.

The both of you squint, puzzled as to what this could be, “Y/N you got any ideas.” Wonders Henry, brows furrowed as his face contorts into deep concentrated thought.

Raising a brow, you hum, “If I knew I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Fair point.” He chuckles.

Lauren smiles, “Any guesses?”

After a few concentrated moments, Henry shrugs in defeat, “I’m stumped.” He admits as you study the image harder, mind racing to put the pieces together as to what the hell you’re looking at.

“No, I think I might know this....erm is it...me?” You wonder, voice raising in question, hoping to be correct about this or face the teasing of Henry.

Lauren quickly zooms out of the obscured image, “It is!” She says excitedly, revealing the picture of you from your characters debut in episode 2 where you save a girl from a werewolf, your mouth is covered in blood and so is most of your costumes chest area and left arm from the struggle. Not to mention the make-up teams fun 20 minutes of throwing fake sticky blood all over you to get the right look for the taxing scene.

You grimace a bit, “Oh god that was quite the day on set,” You recall with a half smile, “I was doing stunts all day covered in that red syrupy dye, I think it took a week to get out of my skin.”

Henry suddenly snorts with laughter, “Right! That reminds me, I thought Kal had gotten cut or something, it was just Y/N who had hugged him not realizing she still had some fake blood on her arm.”

“Jeez that’s right, I felt so bad, but I couldn’t stop laughing once we realized it was just me.”

Lauren grins, excited to hear some hidden information about little things that happens behind the scenes, “Oh wow that must have been a sight, alright Henry, Y/N’s taken the lead with a two to one score.” She says as you playfully nudge his strong shoulder. “Second to last image, what is this?”

Without missing a single beat Henry replies, “Jaskier.”

Squinting at the image you lean closer to the iPad, “How the hell do you see Jaskier?”

Smiling the interviewer zooms out to reveal the bards full outfit from the banquet scene, though he’s in the background of a fight between Geralt and some Cintran knights. “Right on!” She exclaims as you lean back into your seat dumbfounded, shoulder flush against Henry’s as he clutches your arm and squeezes it affectionately.

Ignoring his silent show of victory you shrug, “And they say he’s just another pretty face,” Earning a laugh from Lauren and some of the crew as you smirk at the camera, face them shifting to apologetic, “also I’m so sorry Joey you beautiful bastard apparently I’m blind. Uh, we don’t have to dwell on it, Lauren whatcha got?”

“You guys are both tied with two points each, last chance to win.” She replies before glancing down at her iPad, “Alright, what is this?” She asks, her iPad showing that of fuzzy bright colors, with a small corner smear of dull white that clearly wouldn’t make much sense to the untrained eye.

Smirking you glance at a puzzled Henry before sitting up in your seat, feeling rather good about yourself, “Would that happen to be, Hen in Stregobor’s illusion?” You answer with, though sounding a bit as a question considering you aren’t entirely confident as to what image this is.

Lauren’s brows raise in surprise, “Henry, looks like we have a winner. Y/N you are correct.” She beams, enlarging the image to reveal Geralt’s side profile as he talks to the old wizard while the background stays colorful and shrouded in various arrays of sunlight..

Shaking your fist victoriously in the air you give a couple enthusiastic whoop whoops while Henry simply takes it like a champ, “Have fun cleaning up Karl’s monster turds, cause this lucky lady doesn’t have to.” You boast as Henry and the crew laugh.

“Well that was something,” Beams Lauren, “I’m so glad to have chatted for a bit about your guys’ amazing new series, and maybe ended a relationship in the process.” She says jokingly as both you and Henry chuckle.

Patting his thigh affectionately, you smirk, “He’s a tough old bear, but yeah, it was awesome having you talk to us.”

“Yes, take care now.” Adds Henry while the interviewer Lauren stands, saying her goodbyes as she goes to exit the room.

The camera crew take a small break to adjust things and whatnot as you and Henry wait patiently for the next interviewer. He turns, an adorable smile pulling at his lips while you pretend to ignore his fiery gaze. “Well that went pretty well, minus the fact that I’m on Kal poop duty for a week...but uh...” He leans in close to you now, “I missed you all morning.”

Breaking out into a smile you raise a brow, “Boring without me huh?”

“Always.”

You casually shrug, “I figured as much. Don’t worry, we have a hotel all to ourselves tonight.” Your brows wiggle suggestively causing your blue eyed lover to shake his head with amusement.

“Say it louder next time.” He jokes.

Side eyeing the oblivious crew you begin to speak a couple octaves louder, “Henry I can’t wait to fu..” Suddenly his hand presses against your mouth before you’re able to call any attention to yourself. He gives you a warning look before slowly pulling his hand from your mouth.

You grin mischievously, “I wasn’t gonna say that...”

“Sure Y/N,” He mutters in your ear as a new interviewer walks into the room and finds their chair, “and I’m wasn’t going to make you scream tonight.”

Your brows raise in surprise and admittedly slight arousal at his choice of wording in this room of all places. Eyeing him up, face still showing surprise, you finally break out into a satisfied smirk. “You know what? I think you should consider changing your offer.”

He thinks deeply for a moment, though you know he’s only pretending to get you riled up, “Hrmm...maybe, possibly, should I? Should we? You are my co-star after all, that wouldn’t be very professional now would it Y/N?” He states with a shit eating grin, all done while the crew and interviewer get ready, minding their business and completely unaware to yourself and Henry’s teasing.

Scoffing playfully you lightly swat his arm, “We are way past being professional.”

He chuckles, looking from you to the rest of the room, “Oh, they have no idea.”

#the witcher x reader #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill

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therealvinelle · 3 years

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Hey,

What do you think the impact of being brought up as vegan would be on a vampire? I mean if you’re non vegetarian then it stands to reason that killing for food is normal (and humans are food for vampires) but if you’re raised to believe killing animals for sustenance to be a sin would that affect you when you turn? It doesn’t seem very likely with the way vampires act in Twilight where it seems empathy, for humans specifically, was just lost during transition (Carlisle seems to be an exception), but maybe it would?

I’m the person who asked the vegan thing.

I just realized that being raised vegan means that food was food to you so it really wouldn’t affect your diet much as a vampire. Humans were not acceptable to for both vegans and non-vegans but they both would probably end up eating them anyways as a vampire.

But what about people who changed from eating meat to abstaining because they grew up eating it and somewhere along the way realized that they were killing for it and decided to stop. In this case, the family and friends of this person were okay with meat but they decided to stop for the animals’ sake instead of a social norm. Would this kind of person be more likely to go for the vegetarian vampire diet because of their card for humans as well? How much of their personality would remain that they could still care about humans?

This here touches upon why Twilight vampires eat people in the first place.

Before I get into that, though, I feel I should point out that what people eat a is not so easily divided morally as vegans = recognize life has worth, vs. omnivores = don’t. Factors such as culture, income, class, social environment, education, health, politics, and priorities all play a part. There’s a reason why your average young and urban female college student is much more likely to be vegan than a rural male seventy-year-old factory worker, and it has nothing to do with an inherent sense of morality. Even then, someone could become a vegan for reasons that have nothing to do with animal welfare, such as protecting the planet, a special diet, or sustaining a superiority complex (this last category will of course never admit that that’s the real reason and you should unfriend them on facebook if you don’t want your timeline to be filled with guilt-tripping photos of smoking factory pipes and sad-looking cows).

But you weren’t asking about that, you were asking about vampires.

So, when a vampire wakes up, they are faced with this unbearable thirst. It’s different for everyone, or at least they describe it differently, but the whole point of this thirst is that it’s strong enough that you have to actively hold yourself back, at great pains, to keep from killing people over it. Some vampires, when especially hungry (newborn Carlisle when a herd of deer ran by) or confronted with a particularly delicious scent (Emmet when he met his singers) or just when caught off guard (Jasper at Bella’s birthday party), appear to lose their senses altogether.

Choice doesn’t really factor in it, not when you’re a newborn, and not really later on either.

Even if it did, we know that creating a vampire requires tremendous effort. There are two vampires I know of that were accidents, Carlisle and Garret. The vast majority of vampires were created as a conscious decision, and even if they weren’t, the Volturi have a law that Thou shalt not abandon thy newborn. And so this paragraph finally gets to its point: most newborns wake up with their creators nearby. And their creator will take them hunting, at a time when they’re not yet able to resist.

And so you have these people who wake up in completely new and foreign circumstances, their bodies not their own any longer, with this unbearable, constant pain in their throats they can’t escape. They can’t sleep, they can’t eat something else, they can’t tune it out with drugs. There is no reprieve. And yes, it does get better - but in those first few fateful months, they’re pretty much forced to kill people.

Carlisle was the exception, and while I don’t wish to lessen the incredible willpower and humanity he displayed when he resisted his thirst, he was in a unique situation that allowed it. His creator wasn’t there to force him to feed, he already knew what vampires were and as such was repulsed by his own nature, and he was sequestered away in a potato cellar, and therefore not in immediate proximity to humans. What he did was still incredible, but the circumstances allowed him to do it in the first place. Every other man-eating vampire in canon was not so lucky.

My point being, for newborn vampires eating people can’t really be called a choice.

Even as vampires learn control, I imagine the choice to continue eating people is a mix of several factors. In bullet points:

Sunk cost fallacy They’ve already eaten so many humans, why stop now? If there’s a heaven or a hell, they know which one they’re going to. Might as well get a good ride.

Humans aren’t people Vampires in Twilight are dismissive of humans more often than they’re not, often expressing surprise, incomprehension, or disgust at Edward falling for one. And I see why they would: it’s a coping mechanism, for starters, to stop seeing the people you’re tearing apart on a weekly basis as someone with thoughts and feelings. It’d be hard not to, when every interaction with a human is spent having to actively fight the urge to eat them. Men struggle enough with seeing women as people because we have boobs, vampires are the extreme version of that. More, a vampire’s human memories are fading, and what they do remember was so blurry and dull. With the sharpened and enhanced nature of the vampire, being endowed with vampirism will seem like more. Which makes humans less. (Relevant meta)

Blood is hard to resist The thirst is a huge problem. Even as vampires get better at controlling themselves, few of them seem to be particularly good at it. Keep in mind that the Cullens are all training to get to Carlisle’s level, they’re not representative of your average vampire. Most will fail when trying to create a new vampire, and they all balk at Carlisle being unbothered by blood.

Blood tastes amazing Siobhan’s reaction when she learns Carlisle has created a vampire of his own is, verbatim, “how tragic - to be deprived of the greatest joy in life.” (Midnight Sun, page I’m-not-sure) And I can’t blame her for it - blood puts out the fire in her throat, and is the single greatest pleasure in the world. Jasper, Emmet, and Rosalie all agree that it’s the thing a vampire craves more than anything. And living a meandering life where there are no milestones, no community, no home, no deeper meaning to anything, the intense pleasure of drinking human blood becomes the only constant and the only thing they have to truly live for and enjoy.

Then you have the fact that most of them have no idea that animals are an option. By the time they find out there’s a door number two, they’ve successfully dehumanized humans, have nothing else in life and the sunk cost fallacy is sky high. More, Carlisle is a crazy monk asking them to forgo their reason for living to go eat dishwater and be malnourished instead, all so that the mayfly humans can go die of consumption instead. I can see why they said “...no?”.

So, yes, Twilight vampires are terrifying demons who turn into psychopaths. But I can’t in good consciousness hate them for it, because they don’t really get a choice in the matter. Their very nature is designed specifically to turn them into this. Carlisle is a freak who makes everyone else look bad.

In other words, vegans are just as susceptible as others to becoming serial killers. If anything, vegans would eat those filthy meat-eaters to save the planet.

#i don't hate vegans #but they're such low hanging targets for making fun of #twilight vampires #twilight worldbuilding #long post #carlisle cullen #twilight vegetarianism #Anonymous #ask

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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A New Kind Of Misery (Part 2)

Summary: After a night out, the reader wakes up the next day to discover her soulmate mark is now on her body. Except she has no idea who they are…

Pairing: soulmate!Dean x Actress!reader

Part 1

Square: Slow Burn

Word Count: 5,900ish

Warnings: language, brief nudity

A/N: Written for @spndeanbingo

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“Alright,” said Dean as you sipped on a beer on your couch, Dean pacing back and forth in the family room. You watched him go, smiling at him as you took him in. “I’m obviously not explaining this correctly or else you’d be freaking out.”

“Your mom was killed by a demon which led to your dad going on a vengeance trip in which you and your brother got dragged along. You were raised on the road and into this hunting life. Your dad died, the demon is dead but a whole lot of other stuff happened and you hunt monsters. I don’t think I left anything out,” you said. You held out the still full beer sat on the coffee table to him. “You got to try it. It’s from this brewery out near Napa and-”

“You are a little celebrity. I’ve been on the most wanted list. I’m legally dead and a criminal. You and me, we don’t mix.”

“Just because I act doesn’t give you a right to talk down to me,” you said. You got to your feet and he rolled his eyes. “I earned everything in this house. It wasn’t given to me. I did that.”

“My point being is that you live in an incredibly nice house and have money out your ass and your biggest worry is probably who sat next to who at some celebrity party or whatever. My problems? Life or death, every single day.”

“I thought I made it extremely clear,” you said, putting your drink down and getting in his face. You grabbed his arm and tugged down his jacket sleeve to reveal his matching mark. “We’re soulmates. I’m with you, you’re with me. There’s not getting out of it.”

“I’m not...listen,” he said, putting his hands on your shoulders and guiding you to sit down. He went with you, giving you a forced smile. “So we’re soulmates. It does not mean we have to be together. You can stay here with your life and I can go back to mine. This never has to be an issue.”

“You’re something else,” you said, shrugging him off. You stood and left the room, heading upstairs to your room. You sat down on the floor and leaned back against the bed, reaching underneath for a shoebox. You pulled it out and opened the lid, taking out the small drawing you’d done years ago. It was a ring of fire, something you’d done in school when you learned about your marks. It was supposed to be an exercise on reflection and what you thought you mark would be. You remembered being scolded for drawing it but holding it up to your wrist, it was a near perfect match.

“What’s that,” he asked. You hadn’t heard him come in and shoved the drawing back in the box. “I remember doing that in school too. I drew the flames in a circle back then.”

“Why don’t you want me?” you asked quietly. He sighed and sat down on the other side of the box, tucking his knees up.

“Not a matter of what I want, sweetheart. It’s what’s right and what��s wrong. Getting you killed doesn’t seem very right to me,” he said. He flipped off the lid of the box, staring inside. “That a picture of you and your family?”

“Yeah. My parents and older brother,” you said.

“You’re cute,” he said, skimming through a few pictures. “These are important to you.”

“Our house had a fire when I was little. I took my bear and box out with me,” you said.

“Maybe it’s why we got flames. We both had fires growing up.”

“I don’t care what you do or how dangerous it is. It sounds like you’re really important actually. But no matter what you do, the most wrong thing you can do in the world is reject your soulmate.”

“You will die in my world. Even if I wanted to teach you, something will hurt you, take you, torture you, kill you, all before I even have a chance. You will be in pain and horrified and I might not be able to stop it. It’s not an if, it’s a when. And I can’t do your world. I just can’t. You live in the spotlight. I hide in the shadows. Coming here once was a risk I could justify but anything more and something might follow me and come after you. This conversation is all it can ever be,” he said.

“Be selfish and tell me what you want.”

He turned towards you and reached his hand up to your face, pulling you into a deep kiss. His jaw was a gentle kind of scratchy, his lips so damn soft and you could feel your wrist warm at your mark. He broke off and looked down, a deeper black making it up now.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck.”

“Cementing our bond? Tough shit. Now we need to-”

“You need to-” he said before you felt like you’d been hit in the gut. You gasped, a rush of who he was down in his soul hitting you. He grunted and grabbed your hand, riding through it himself. It felt wrong though, so much pain and trauma filling you up in your core. “Y/N. Y/N, breathe. It’ll be over in a second.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said, taking another gasping breath. “You’re not feeling this bad ever again.”

“Y/N, you don’t understand. It’s not-”

“We’ll make it work,” you said, his hands catching you as you started to fall. The dark pit in your stomach began to subside and you shut your eyes, putting your head between your knees. Dean picked you up and sat you on your bed, sitting close by as he ran a hand over your head. “What was that?”

“I may have left out the part where I was in Hell for 40 years,” he said. You jerked your head up and stared at him, water forming in your eyes. “Don’t cry about it.”

“I’m sorry I care about you. It’s not like we’re connected on every level or anything,” you said. You rested your head down again, Dean moving his arm over your shoulders.

“I spent 30 being tortured. Then I couldn’t take it anymore so I picked up a blade and tortured for a decade. I became the star pupil,” he said. You risked a glance over, Dean staring at the bedding.

“I don’t know how you lasted that long. I couldn’t...s’not your fault for doing that. You had to stop the pain,” you said. He pulled his arm away and rested his hands in his lap. “Dean. It’s alright.”

“That is the tip of the shitty iceberg. You have to stay away from me.”

“No,” you said with a smile. “I’m sorry but no.”

“Why?” he asked. “You don’t know me.”

“I don’t, but we kinda do. You would not have come here if you could really stay away. We’re connected. No matter our situations, it’ll work,” you said.

“God, you’re as stubborn as I am,” he said.

“Looks like it. Can we agree to try at the very least?”

He was quiet, absently staring at his wrist. He ran his thumb over it and you caught sight of some light scars on his body.

“Your life is scary but it doesn’t mean the scary stuff is going to make me run away. I’ll learn and so will you,” you said.

“I can’t date the lead actress in one of the biggest Netflix shows,” he said. “The second I’m in the public eye-”

“There are ways around the public eye, Dean. No one even knew I spent most of the past year dating someone,” you said.

“Really?”

“Really. I can sneak out of here very easily. We know we can’t walk away from each other.”

“I’m in charge though. I need to stay away, I stay away.”

“I’ll let you think you’re in charge if that makes you feel better,” you said with a smile. He grumbled and you moved over to his lap, his pretty green eyes watching you the whole time. “It’s not me, right?”

“What’s not you?” he asked softly.

“You being so hesitant. It’s because you want me to stay safe, right. It’s not because you don’t...you know...like me,” you said. Something in his face changed and there was a fluttering in your chest. He slid his hand up to the back of your neck and kissed you slowly, hot breath fanning over your face when he moved away an inch.

“Don’t ever say something like that again,” he murmured. “I need you and that’s scaring the shit out of me.”

“I completely understand,” you said. “My brother told me it feels like you’ve known them forever and you just met them all at once.”

“Pretty good way of putting it,” he said. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“I can’t stay,” he said. He was looking over to the doorframe and you saw another man there. You jumped off of Dean but he held up a hand. “It’s just my little brother. That’s Sam.”

“Hey,” said Sam with a quick wave. “De. The nest. We gotta go before it starts to get dark.”

“Nest?” you asked as Dean stood up.

“Yeah. Vamp nest. It’s what brought us to LA in the first place. It get dangerous if we wait until night. I’ll be back later, okay?” said Dean. You nodded and watched as he headed out of the room.

“Be careful,” you said, catching them in the hall. He smiled and you returned it. “Wait a second. Can I come?”

“No,” he said, the smile wiped clean off his face.

“We said we’d try though.”

“Y/N. Stay. I’ll be back later,” he said.

“Alright. You guys can stay here tonight if you want,” you said.

“I’ll be back,” said Dean. “Don’t worry, sweetheart.”

He took off down the stairs with his brother and you frowned, hearing the front door shut. You jogged down to your office and sat down behind your laptop. You grabbed a notebook from the drawer and a pen, turning over a new page before you were on the internet. For a beat you paused but then you were searching vampires and writing down anything and everything you could about them.

Four Hours Later

“Hey,” said Dean, knocking on your office door. You jumped, Dean smirking to himself. “You weren’t-”

“Oh my God,” you said as you stood up and saw him covered in blood. You were wide eyed but he laughed. “You need a hospital!”

“This is from the vamps. I have a few bruises I think but that’s all,” he said. You walked up to him and looked him over, Dean carefully keeping an eye on you. “Y/N? You gonna freak out on me?”

“No. You can clean up in my shower,” you said. “I can order takeout.”

“Alright,” he said, glancing over at your computer. He followed you upstairs and to your bedroom. You flipped on the light as you headed into the bathroom, Dean taking it all in. You found some big towels for him and set them down on the counter. He was staring in the mirror when he seen he’d been caught by you. “You have a gorgeous bathroom and I look like a brute.”

“It’s just a bathroom,” you said, showing him the shower. “Feel free to use my stuff to wash up. I’ll try to clean those clothes of yours up for you while you’re in here.”

“Bleach and elbow grease normally works,” he said as he started to take off his jacket. “You really don’t have to. This stuff is gross.”

“Blood in clothes doesn’t bother me,” you said. “I’ll uh, give you your privacy.”

“Doesn’t really matter,” said Dean. “It’s not like were not going to see each other naked at some point anyways.”

He undressed and left his wallet on the counter along with his phone and watch. He got down to a pair of black boxer briefs and you cocked your head.

“What?” he asked.

“You have a very cute butt,” you said. He smirked and shook his head. “What?”

“Should have seen your own ass in season 1,” he said.

“Take your shower, goofball,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Oh. How do you take your steak?”

“Medium? Why?” he asked.

“I’m getting us takeout, remember?” you said.

“We have very different definitions of takeout,” he said. “Don’t get me like some vegetable on the side please. Vegetables aren’t my thing.”

“French fries?”

“More than okay,” he said. You found your hooded robe from your closet and put it on the counter as well, hoping that it was oversized enough to at least get his top half covered up for dinner. You ducked outside and went to the laundry room to grab the empty basket, returning to the sound of the shower on and Dean’s bare backside greeting you.

“Damn,” you said to yourself. He looked over his shoulder with a shy smile but he didn’t cover himself up. You felt heat in your cheeks and quickly gathered up his clothes and took them to the laundry. You called for some dinner before you set out trying to clean the clothes, quickly realizing this was going to be more difficult than you thought. You pursed your lips, quiet footsteps behind you.

“I can get that,” said Dean in a towel around his waist. His hair was damp and you spotted a few stray droplets he’d missed wiping off of his chest.

“It’s alright. Relax. You had a rough night,” you said. He smiled and stepped beside you, taking the bottle of stain remover from your hands.

“You got some gloves?” he asked. You pointed up to the cabinet over the sink and he reached up to pull down two pairs of rubber ones. He slipped it on and bundled his clothes up in the sink before he grabbed a bucket on the floor and filled it up with some water and mixed in some bleach. He set the bucket in the sink and poured some on his clothes, humming as he started to roughly scrub the clothes between his gloves and you began to see red stain come out. When it looked good he would toss it in your washer and wash what he could down the sink. “Easy peasy.”

“Do you not have any other clothes?” you asked.

“I’m not much of a clothes guy,” he said. “I have my duffel in my car with some. I didn’t really think to grab it before Sammy went back to the motel.”

“A motel? He could have stayed here,” you said. He shrugged and took off his gloves.

“We’re simple,” he said. “Your uh, robe was a little short.”

“What size are you?” you asked, pulling out your phone.

“XL. Why?” you asked.

“One hour delivery,” you said. “I’ll get you some clothes. Dinner’s going to take a bit anyways. Do you like salmon?”

“To eat?”

“No, the color,” you said, showing him a hoodie on your phone. He raised an eyebrow and you glanced in the washer. “Black?”

“Black is good. Really, Y/N, you don’t have to.”

“I can’t hunt and I’m not great at washing up vampire blood apparently but I can do this for you,” you said.

“Alright,” he said. You turned on the washer and you headed downstairs, getting Dean a blanket to wrap around himself while he took a seat on the couch. You gave him the remote and ordered a few things for him before going into your office and putting away your notebook. When you returned he was watching an old episode of Scooby doo and you smiled, taking a seat on the couch beside him. “Were you researching vampires while I was gone?”

“A bit,” you said.

“I have a journal I can send you. It’s got the actual information you need in there,” he said. “On anything and everything.”

“Cool,” you said. “I’m guessing the garlic thing isn’t real.”

“No, no. The sun irritates them but it’s not like they can’t go out in it. I had a buddy who was one, wore sunglasses and a coat out and he was pretty good,” said Dean. You went wide eyed and he smiled. “Not all monsters are bad just like not all people are good. It’s a gray world. I have a good friend that’s a werewolf.”

“Your life is so weird.”

“My best friend is an angel. My other friend is the Queen of Hell,” he said. “Oh and I help raise the son of Lucifer.”

“I can’t believe you’re not besties with God too,” you laughed. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Chuck’s a dick but he’s dead at least,” said Dean.

“Did you just say God is dead?”

“Like I said, it’s a gray world.”

“Right.”

You slumped back into the couch and shut your eyes.

“When you said your life is dangerous…”

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s a lot of weird stuff.”

“How do you get through it? Who takes care of you?”

“Me and my brother just push through it. It’s what we’ve always done,” he said.

“It seems like an incredibly hard life.”

“It has it’s moments. Your life can’t be easy either.”

“I make a TV show,” you said. You crossed your arms and absently watched the cartoon. Dean moved beside you and you felt his arm slid around your waist. “I don’t even watch horror movies because I get scared. Your life is a horror movie.”

“Yet you’re still here,” he said. “Not only that, but you’re trying. Let me try and do the same.”

“I make a TV show,” you said again.

“You’re telling me there’s no pressure involved with that?”

“No. There’s an incredible amount of pressure. It’s not life and death though.”

“Yeah but you doing a really good job, that gives a ton of other people jobs. It puts food on their tables, pays for the roof over their head. You sacrifice your privacy, your time. Your job is harder than you make it seem.”

“If it wasn’t me in the job, it’d be some other actress,” you said.

“Trust me, people watch for you,” he said.

“Do you...watch the show?”

“Yeah. We always binge the new season when it comes out. It’s good,” he said.

“Thanks,” you said, something tickling at the back of your mind. You took out your phone and checked your messages, groaning when you saw the one’s from Patrick. “I completely forgot I’m supposed to go to a party tonight. It’s for Danny, my co-lead. He’s like my brother. I…”

“Go,” said Dean with a smile. “It’s okay.”

“You could come if you wanted? After dinner,” you said. Dean made a face and you smiled. “It’s private, I promise. Danny’s a quiet guy.”

“Okay,” said Dean.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’m sure people are going to notice your mark appeared anyways. I don’t think introducing me to some trusted friends is a problem,” he said.

“Thank you,” you said, kissing his cheek. “I’ll let him know we’ll be a little late.”

“My black hoodie is dressy enough?” he asked.

“It’s a backyard party with beer and a bonfire. You’ll fit right in.”

“That steak was so good,” said Dean, rubbing his stomach as you got out of your car at Danny’s house.

“Good. You deserved it after going all Buffy today,” you said.

“Was that a tease, princess?” he smirked.

“I think it was, Buffy,” you laughed. You grabbed his hand, led him around to the back gate and walked around the house to the patio. There were less than ten people there and you knew all of them, Danny turning his head and catching you. “Hey birthday boy!”

“About time! Seriously though, you just met your soulmate today. You didn’t have to come, Y/N,” he said, giving you a hug. “I’m Danny.”

“Dean,” he said, shaking Danny’s hand. They shared a strange look with one another before they broke off.

“Winchester?” asked Danny quietly. He nodded and Dean smiled. “Haven’t seen you in...fourteen years?”

“I’m 32 so that’s about right,” said Dean. “How’s the family?”

“Good. We laugh about it now,” said Danny. “Tell your dad thanks again when you get a chance.”

“He died a few years back.”

“That’s too bad,” he said before he looked at you.

“Keep her safe,” said Danny.

“I plan on it,” said Dean.

“Well there’s drinks in the fridge or you’re welcome to the liquor cabinet. Y/N can show you,” he said.

“How do you-” you said as Danny shook his head.

“Some stuff, you just don’t talk about, Y/N,” he said. “We’ll keep him under wraps tonight.”

“Thanks, Danny,” you said. You guided Dean inside and set Danny’s present down on his kitchen table, heading over to the counter where he’d set out some alcohol. “So. How do you know him?”

“Ghoul case in his town when I was about eighteen. He was a few years younger if I remember. Him and his brother Joe got into a bit of a mess. We got them out of it,” he said.

“How many people have you saved?” you asked.

“What?”

“How many have you saved?” you asked as you started to make yourself a whiskey sour.

“I don’t really keep track of that sort of thing. I think more about the ones I couldn’t save to be honest.”

“I’m going to guess you’ve saved more than you lost,” you said. “Cut yourself a break.”

“Self-hate is kinda my thing,” he said with a chuckle.

“We’ll see about that,” you said, grabbing another glass. “You want one?”

“Sure,” he said. “You know, just cause we’re soulmates and we’re trying doesn’t mean you’re gonna fix me.”

“I’m not trying to fix you. I just...wish you saw what I did.”

“You barely know me.”

“True. But my soul knows your soul very well. Let’s call it a gut feeling,” you said. He hummed and you made another drink for him, Dean carrying it out to the backyard. You introduced him to a few more people and found a pair of seats by the fire. He relaxed more the longer you were there but you knew he was nervous. After a few hours you said your goodbyes and headed home with him, Dean easing up once you were back at the house.

“It’s getting kind of late,” he said.

“Do you want to head to bed?” you asked.

“I think...I’m going to grab my stuff and head back to the motel. Sam and I have a long drive in the morning,” he said. You stared at him and he rubbed the back of his neck. “This’ll never work. I can’t...I can’t pretend. I could barely pretend in front of eight people tonight. We don’t live in a bubble. I’m sorry, Y/N. This isn’t going to work,” he said.

“Then leave,” you said. You went upstairs to the laundry room and took his things out of the dryer, carrying them down and shoving them in his arms. “Never come back.”

“Y/N. If you weren’t-”

“But I am, Dean. I’m in the public eye and you hide from it. Fine. Go hunt and I’ll stay here and we’ll both be miserable. I was never asking you to give up what you do, you know. It scares me but I was willing to try. You lasted two hours at a party with my friends who think you fix cars for a living. It’s obvious you wanted a way out. You’ve wanted out since you came here. So just go and stay away.”

He looked down and went outside, waiting on your front steps for about twenty minutes before you heard a car pick him up.

You wiped off your face and went up to bed, crawling under the covers and wishing you’d never met him in the first place.

Three Months Later

“Back off!” you shouted at the guy dragging you down a hall in a sketchy warehouse. You kicked your leg back and hit him hard but he didn’t budge an inch. He dragged you over to a chair and tied you to it before pulling out a sharp looking knife. “I have money. You can-”

“I’m a demon, sweetie. I need to talk to your boy toy,” he said.

“I haven’t spoken to him in months. I barely know the guy,” you said.

“Hm, not what your internet search history says. You suddenly into the supernatural now?”

“Why is a demon checking my browser history?” you asked.

“Honey, the second word got out that Dean Winchester’s soulmate was out there, every demon with a bone to pick with him went looking for you. I just so happened to get lucky and possess a guy in your manager’s office.”

“Lovely,” you mumbled, swallowing when he pointed the blade at you. “Maybe we can negotiate a deal before you use that.”

“My deal will be with Dean, not you. He’ll be dead and so will you so I wouldn’t-”

“Cory my dear,” said a female voice behind him in the darkness. He glanced over his shoulder and shot straight up.

“Rowena! How nice to-”

“Cory. What did I tell you about the Winchesters?” she asked.

“They’re hunters. There’s no such thing as off limits hunters,” he said.

“Go,” she said, snapping her fingers. You stared as she stepped into view and she gave you a smile. “Hi dearie. Don’t worry about him. He’s off in purgatory.”

“Dean said you guys were friends, right,” you said.

“Yes,” she said with a smile. “Would you like to go see him?”

“Not-” you said, suddenly in the middle of a large room. You spun around, books everywhere, tables here and there and Dean eating cold pizza out of the box at one of them.

“Y/N?” he said, getting up and looking to Rowena. “What happened?”

“Troublesome demon took her. She’s fine and he’s dealt with. It was nice meeting you. I’d stick around but you two look like you need to have a conversation,” she said. She disappeared and you blinked, Dean walking over to you.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” you said, pulling your hand away when he reached for yours. “Just drive me home.”

“We’re in Kansas.”

“...Well, drive me to a rental car place and I’ll drive home myself,” you said. “How do I get out of here?”

You tried to go past but he caught your arms, sliding his hand down to your mark. You glared at him and he sighed, running his thumb over the skin there.

“This changes absolutely nothing you realize. Stay out of my life,” you said. You tugged on your arm and he let you go. “Where’s the exit?”

“Just...give me a second,” he said. He went over to a cabinet by the wall and opened a bottom drawer, pulling out a folder. He set it down on a table and opened it up, an ID and other documents in there. “I need to be anonymous. It has to be just us. No friends. No family. It’s too dangerous. But we can go places and be alone. You can come-”

“Anywhere I go there is a chance I am recognized and a chance someone takes a picture and it ends up on the internet. People are already dying to know who you are. This only works if you give up what you do or I give up what I do and that’s not fair to either one of us.”

“Then from now on in public, I’m Dean Campbell. It’s what I go by around here. I’m just a quiet Kansas boy who works on cars for a living who will try to stay out of the limelight and the other part of the time, I’ll go do my job,” he said.

“Just like that, you’ve changed your mind.”

“Not just like that. It takes time to forge a new identity. People will ask questions. Now they have answers,” he said. “This stuff is out there if anyone wants to go digging. It took time to get it in place.”

“How long?”

“About three months. We have to do it ourselves and to make it credible, it takes time.”

“So what was your next move?”

“Get out to LA. Stand at your door. Hope you could understand.”

“A demon kidnapped me today.”

“I don’t guarantee that doesn’t happen again,” he said. “All I can offer is my crappy soul.”

“It’s not crappy,” you said, taking a seat. “Dean, you walking away like that hurt. A lot. Even for good reasons, it hurt. I’m not ready to try and date you.”

“I get it,” he said.

“Friends?”

“I’m okay with that,” he said. “I know I’m pushing but would you want to stay the night?”

“Sure. Just as friends though.”

“Just friends, I promise.”

Two Months Later

“Did you see that!” you said, Dean shaking his head as you jogged back over to Baby. “I shot a ghost!”

“That’s real good, sweetheart,” said Dean as he kept trying to light a match. You spotted the ghost behind him again and shot, Dean nearly jumping down into the grave.

“Sorry!”

“It’s fine,” he said before he tossed the match in. He took a deep breath and walked back over to you, giving you a once over. “Not bad for a princess.”

“I’m supposed to be getting ready to go to a network party right now,” you said.

“Yeah but hunting’s more fun,” he said, wiping a bit of dirt off your cheek. “Get scared at all?”

“Oh definitely! But I think I got that adrenaline high thing right now,” you said, Dean chuckling as he took the shotgun from you.

“Just a smidge,” he said. “I got a surprise for you.”

“What?”

You blinked and found yourself back home in LA with Dean, Rowena giving you a wave before she disappeared from view.

“Want to go to your party?” he asked.

“Why are you here though?” you asked.

“Because after a hunt, you go out and celebrate.”

“What about Sam? And the car?”

“Baby’s fine with Sammy. Come on. I bet I look good in a tux,” he said.

“Dean,” you said, smiling at him. “Want to stay home instead?”

“Yes,” he said and you let out a big laugh. “The party is fine too. Just...home is better. Actually a diner would be amazing.”

“I know a place,” you said. “Let’s go take a ride.”

“You have the best pie,” said Dean to the waitress about an hour later. She laughed and you munched on a french fry, Dean already wolfing down his last bite.

“Can we get another piece of the cherry for him and I’ll take a slice of that chocolate looking one,” you said.

“No problem,” she said. After a moment she returned with the food, Dean diving into his pie again.

“I knew you liked pie. This must be really good,” you said.

“I place it at number four. Above Sally’s in Bismark but just below 511 outside Phoenix,” he said. “This is high quality pie we’ve got here.”

“Part of the after hunt tradition?” you asked.

“On the good hunts, yeah,” he said.

“What we did tonight, that was super easy, wasn’t it.”

“Yeah. But you start small. I wouldn’t mind keeping you away from the big hunts permanently,” he said.

“Going soft on me there, Winchester?” you asked.

“Maybe,” he said. He leaned over the table and gave you a kiss. He smiled when he moved back to his seat and took a bite of his pie with a hum.

“You kissed me. In public.”

“What’re you gonna do about it?” he said, smirking to himself.

“I hadn’t realized we shifted into dating,” you said.

“Y/N. If you never wanted me to be anything more than a friend, I’d live with it. I deserve it for how I acted before. But-”

“No, you don’t,” you said, standing up and sliding into the booth beside him. “I want us to be together because we want to, not because you felt like you owed me.”

“What about the rules of being soulmates?” he asked.

“Screw the rules,” you said. He smiled and slid his plate of pie in front of you.

“Well I don’t share top ten pie with just anybody,” he said. “Maybe next week I can go to your premiere party.”

“You don’t have to,” you said.

“I know. I want to.”

“Okay,” you said. He took your hand under the table and returned to eating, absently brushing his thumb over your mark. “Dean?”

“Mhm?” he said.

“Don’t call your soul crappy again. It’s beat up but not crappy.”

“Maybe that’s why it’s you. I need someone to believe what I have a hard time doing myself.”

“We’ll get there,” you said, kissing his cheek. “Now how about that pie, Winchester.”

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Summary: When Clave-in-Exile and Downworld answer Seelie Court's request to meet, Ash Morgenstern is declared as King of Seelie but he is challenged by Kit Herondale who announces his legacy. As the boys duel for the crown, secrets start coming to light. But will all these secrets be welcomed?

Known Secrets are Revealed

The mundanes of New York could tell something unnatural was happening in the city. Everyone was keeping track of the thick tension which had settled the city as the fog surrounded England during the Industrial Revolution, anytime now it would happen.

What they didn’t know was that it had begun a long time ago. For weeks New York was being shrouded deeply by the Warlock, Nephilim, and Fae wards. A few hours ago, the parley of Seelie Court had arrived in Central Park with the Seelie Queen herself at the centre. They had been greeted by the Clave-in-Exile, Werewolves, Vampires, Warlocks, Unseelie Court, and Wild Hunt. Confusion had spread through the lower ranks of both sides at such a huge and varied receiving party. It wasn’t as if a war was in talks or were the Nephilim still ruminating over the parley conducted by Horace Dearborn and Oban of Unseelie Court had resulted in the majority of Nephilim leaving their beloved Idris to Cohort.

Even though Alec Lightwood-Bane was now the Consul his ability to put up with bullshit was still low. He had refused the talk, talk, talk, and do no work attitude of the Clave. This was a difficult beginning for them. He was not going to make it impossible by allowing his shadowhunters to whine, refusing to do what was expected, and just being unhelpful to spite others. With Diego Rocio Rosales as the Inquisitor, his load had lessened a lot.

When the Seelie Court had requested the parley Nephilim and the Downworlders had instantly gone on high alert. After all, it was Seelie Court that had aided Sebastian Morgenstern and his Endarkened and they had never apologised. These days the Shadow World trusted the Unseelie Court which had been kept hidden and the tales of its cruelty reaching young ears but had transformed greatly under the rule of Kieran Kingson. The Unseelie Court participating in the change with immense enthusiasm as they too had been exhausted from living their lives like that.

Of Course, the beautiful but treacherous Seelie Court had shown their cards one by one but to their eternal frustration their opponents were completely nonchalant about it, some even appeared bored, something which their dramatic souls just couldn’t bear. The knowledge that Seelie Court and the cohort were in cahoots was a surprise. Though for years now they had been aware that the CohortChort had been watching them, all thanks to the spying done by the ghost of Livia Blackthorn in March 2013. Though the only people who truly knew from where the information had come up were Livia, her twin brother Tiberius Blackthorn (then a centurion in training), Christopher Herondale (the Lost Herondale), and Magnus Bane (the High Warlock of Brooklyn). Magnus had declared that they couldn’t tell the truth as it will endanger Livvy along with Kit and Ty, who had tried and failed to do the necromancy, but one day in the future Livvy would get the credit she deserved while Kit and Ty would be punished for the punishment they had in store.

Janus and Ash Morgenstern were also not a shock. Janus when he had tried to spy on the AU version of himself and his friends had also kissed Clary Fairchild. She had later teased her fiancée of his odd behaviour earlier the evening but had received a negative. Suspicious the couple had discussed this with their friends and had wondered if someone was taking their obsession towards Clary and Jace towards a higher disgusting and concerning level ore this was an atrocious prank. But they were unable to draw out his motives until Maia Roberts had complained that one of her werewolves had been missing for days and they hadn’t been able to find her. Thanks to Magnus’ magic they had found her dead body and of a fae boy who had been identified to be of Unseelie Court. It had worried them greatly but not much as Alec who had recognised the couple from an outing with his family. When Emma Carstairs and Julian Blackthorn had visited the New York Institute as the last stop for their Travel Year, they had concluded that this Jace was Jace Herondale but from Thule. He had been Sebastian Morgenstern’s right hand, someone who after seeing and participating in the unending massacre of his world had lost his sanity and was a danger to them. And if Jace of Thule was here then Ash Morgenstern might be here as well.

What had shocked them was the betrayal of Lily Chen and her Vampires. After the Seelie Queen had removed the oblivion placed on her she had remembered her promise to Janus of Information in return for Raphael Santiago of Thule. Lily with a heavy heart and guilty conscience had aided the Seelie Court.

The Seelie Queen indicated towards her son and said, “By my blood, he is the heir to Seelie, by his father, Sebastian Morgenstern’s blood, he is a shadowhunter, by Lilith, the Mother of Warlocks’ Blood, he has been blessed by the Fallen Angels, and by the Unseelie King Arawn’s experiments, he holds many gifts. I am here to announce his rulership and to should anyone present know of any reason that Ash should not be the King, speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

“We should hire her to conduct our wedding ceremony,” Simon Lewis Lovelace muttered.

Isabelle Lightwood nodded her assent. “With fair folk arranging our wedding it will be bold, beautiful, and dangerous.”

“Not unlike both of you.” Cristina Mendoza Rosales pointed out. The couple shared a smile, ignoring the exasperated looks sent by their friends.

Drusilla Blackthorn hearing this exchange added her own two cents, “You guys should make themes for each program. The wedding ceremony will be of shadowhunter style of course but have the reception in Star Wars theme” Jace groaned. “And how about the rehearsal in the horror theme. You’ll start a new trend.”

“Why horror theme? To depict the horrors of marriage?” Thais Pedroso questioned her friend and received a stink eye for her sarcasm and lack of support to Dru’s schemes. Emma and Jace could sympathise with her for having parabatais who never appreciated their grand plans.

Alec ignoring the childish squabbling taking place behind him spoke out, “I gather that you want your son to be the King but what of Ash? What does he want?”

Silence fell in the park. No one had expected this. Ash Morgenstern was the son of Sebastian Morgenstern and Seelie Queen, grandson of Valentine Morgenstern, would of course be a discriminating, bloodthirsty, power-hungry character. But at Alec’s question, they all had to agree that they were being biased. Once upon a time, Downworld had stood against Nephilim and also to the different factions of Downworlders, Shadowhunters too had butchered them kept their remains as trophies in their houses, even today their Vampire alleys had turned out to be traitors so, no they couldn’t say that they knew anything about Ash Morgenstern.

Ash eyed Alec, a golden metal band hid his forehead, his face blank but his Fairchild green eyes were of a predator honed by the years of captivity in Unseelie Court, surviving in Thule from his own AU father and of the politics in Seelie Court where honeyed tongues had poison and beautiful faces hid grotesque personalities.

“I request you, Consul, to not try to create a rift in between my mother and me. If there had to be a rift it would have appeared years ago. I have heard a lot about you from the rumours and from Janus who had you as a parabatai but knows nothing about you. You are a stranger and why should I believe a stranger’s word over those who are dear to me?”

“Well, I’ll thank the angel that you’ve thoroughly understood the basic instructions given to children.” Kit Herondale said. “At least we won’t have a Snow-White situation on our hand.”

Titters could be heard as the tension slightly lowered.

“Watch it, boy!” Janus growled. “Your sanity ought to be questioned for making merry of such important occasion.”

The Seelie Queen frowned as she stared at Kit. She didn't see any kind of resemblance between him and Jace Herondale then why did he look so familiar?

Kit rolled his eyes. The blasé persona achieved after spending years at Shadow Market, the tumultuous times in which his Nephilim heritage had revealed and of course the Herondale he was made a striking combination, hiding a brilliantly sharp mind which could see through every single of actions of his enemies.

“You were born sometime before 2009. You should be in 3rd grade now not going on and declaring yourself as King. Have you even completed today’s homework? You are spoiling your son too much, your majesty. He will turn out like Draco Malfoy like this.”

Laughter was clear this time. Ash’s lip curled at the comment. Someone *cough*Simon*cough* even did an improvised ‘My mother will hear about this.’

“He is right.” Ty Blackthorn spoke up. “His age by Fair Folk standard and by ours presents an anomaly. You can’t expect us to see this as anything more than a farce.”

Kit beamed at him before recalling himself. Ty didn’t even spare him a glance.

Livvy who was floating in the middle of both of them fell to her knees and held her hands above her. Glancing at the sky she beseeched, “Grant me the serenity, Raziel . . . this is turning worse by the moment.”

At that, both boys glared at her.

“Ty, the question is not about age but maturity.” Ty’s boyfriend Anush Joshi said.

“Yeah. But we do need to come up with something for this. What if tomorrow Ash calls us to announce he is making his child the ruler? Fae do age rather strangely. Surely there must be something to do.” Mark Blackthorn crowed.

Hong Yeon Woo of Seoul Institute raised replied, “Due to the unique age calculating system used in my country, Koreans consider a year in the womb as counting towards their age, so every one is one year old at birth. Everyone gets one year added to their Korean age on New Year's Day. But internationally it’s bothersome.”

“In Romania, many old families consider their members one year older each time their birthdays come up.” Casimir Munteanu of Craiova Institute answered.

“See? We need to do something about this. Truly mundanes always have answers to any kind of situations.” Mark gleefully said. “And we shouldn’t hesitate to take their lead. We already have Nephilim currency with our Consul on it.”

Alec groaned. Those had been truly trying times.

“In case the nonsense is finished, Consul either swear your allegiance or we shall have to drench this park from Summer to Autumn,” Janus called out.

The threat didn’t go unheard. Clary and Julian felt sick at this horrible implication to their painting. Kit exchanged a look with Tessa and Jem. They both were concerned but Tessa gave Kit a determined nod and Jem squeezed his shoulder supportively. There was no doubt in them for him only love and trust.

Before Alec could say anything, Kit interrupted. “We won’t swear our allegiance.” His joking demeanour had vanished. “For I do have a reason why Ash shouldn’t be King.”

Everyone looked at him curiously. The Seelie Queen got a sinking feeling as she once again looked at Kit.

“To join their Courts together Seelie Queen and Unseelie King made a truce that the child born through their union would inherit both the Courts. They had a girl named Auraline, the First Heir. The king who wanted a son was displeased but still kept her away from the Queen who was incensed to be parted from her daughter. Then there was a prophecy that the First Heir upon reaching their full power all the Faerie would fall under shadow. The King was enraged and the Queen was terrified. The war between the Courts grew even more fierce as the people thought that the First Heir was cursed. Auraline who had never even asked for the powers or the prophecy scared for her life escaped to the mortal world which she found beautiful. The Unseelie King however did send Riders of Mannan after her. She visited the Shadow Market where Downworlders and Mundanes unaware of her birth never called her cursed. Decades later she fell in love with a magician at Shadow Market known as Roland the Astonishing. He too had a secret of his own. As they both confessed how they were wished dead for crimes, not of their own they decided to run away together. Auraline through her Faerie powers made sure that Roland lived longer than most mortals. They had a child together and then finally even Auraline’s powers couldn’t keep death away from Roland. When Roland died, Auraline chose to be with him.”

One could hear the leaves rustle from the breeze as the parley intently heard Kit. The Seelie Queen was expressionless but internally her heart ached at the injustice done to her daughter. Jace and Clary wondered why Kit knew First Heir’s story in such detail. Mother Hawthorn connected the dots and as she looked at Kit, all she could remember were the rumours of when he had been found in LA’s Shadow Market where he had been kept hidden and not long after had left with the couple who had visited her years ago. He hadn’t been seen since then. He too had been forced into hiding just like Auraline. She was just glad that the love between Kit and the couple was real. It was what Auraline had deserved and thankfully Kit had received.

Kit continued, “Auraline’s child had a child. And so it went. There is still a First Heir in the world.”

In unison, the parley gasped.

“Tobias Herondale and Eva Blackthorn’s child, Ephriam was secretly taken to safety by Catarina Loss before the unfair justice of Tobias’ crime was carried out by the Clave. The line from Ephriam is known as the Lost Herondale. His grandson was Roland Loss. For those who don’t get it, he was also known as Roland the Astonishing.”

Kit’s last comment undoubtedly made things clear to all. And panic started to replace the tension. ‘What now?’ was the biggest question in everyone’s mind.

“The First Heir Line and the Lost Herondale have intertwined ages ago. Hunted by the Riders of Mannan, unwanted by their people, shunned by the Courts and the Nephilim, they found their refuge in the Shadow Markets.”

Hypatia Vex, Juliette the Queen of Bueno Aires Shadow Market, Mother Hawthorn along with other Shadow Market denizens couldn’t help but smile.

“I am Christopher Jonathan Herondale. I am the Lost Herondale and the First Heir of Faerie.”

At once shouting began from both sides of the parley. Confusion, fury ran rampant. One thing was in agreement that they all had been blindsided.

Kit looked unconcerned though his hand was on his double-aged straight sword. Tessa and Jem shifted into a battle stance. Emma and Julian slowly inched towards Kit. Magnus, Catarina, and Ragnor added wards in front of Kit. Kieran made a motion and the Unseelie guards split in two one surrounding Kieran and the other unsurely moved towards Kit. Cristina and Mark though didn’t move from beside Kieran. Livvy hovered above Kit but not before shooting him a betrayed look, which her younger sister was sporting too. Helen and Aline standing beside moved to shield them.

Out of the corner of his eye Kit saw that Ty was unsurprised. “I have been wondering how you made the Riders’ horses disappear that day in the Brocelind Forest.” He answered at Kit’s questioning look. Livvy and Dru shifted their glares to him.

"You did hit one of the riders with your slingshot." Kit spoke as he remembered.

Alec, Jace, Clary, Isabelle, and Simon couldn’t decide which one of them was more shocked, especially considering Magnus was unsurprised. Jaime Rocio Rosales standing beside his brother couldn’t deny that Kit was really and truly intriguing. That day in the LA institute’s library he had given Eternidad to Cristina, Mark, and Kieran, he was curious about the boy who was distinctly not a Blackthorn yet he fit in them just like Kieran. It was later when he had visited Diego in New York, he had learned who that boy was.

A growl interrupted the noise. It was Janus. He barked to Kit, “Where is the proof? How do we know you aren’t lying?”

Jace cut in, “How do we know you and Ash aren’t some faerie illusions forcing us to do your bidding”.

As Janus glowered at him, all Jace could think was how close he had come to share this man’s fate. He grabbed Clary’s hand, his palms sweaty but she only smiled at him and squeezed his hand.

Ash’s voice brokered their attention. “Then Christopher, why don’t you and I duel for the crown?”

“Well Asher, I find it difficult to finish my daily chores, there is no way I am going to shoulder the burden of ruling a realm.”

Anush goggled at him, Jaime choked, Julian nodded prompting an amused smile from Emma, Livvy and Dru facepalmed, Ty, smiled a little, Jace was ready to make a smartass comment was silenced by Alec and Clary.

“We will duel Christopher. Duel to death for the crown.” Ash snarled. His eyes narrowed at Kit.

The parley wondered what would be the outcome. They couldn’t decide between Ash and Kit both scions of important Fae ancestry but shadowhunter blood ran through their veins as well. The Seelie Queen was trying to gather her wits. She was not fond of Nephilim and definitely not of Herondales but she couldn’t ignore how Kit bore such a strong resemblance to her Auraline. Absently she wondered if the magic they had done on Auraline had passed down to Kit as well.

Kit tilted his head and after thinking for a moment sighed and nodded. Panic and excitement ran through the parley. The Seelie Queen and the Downworlders and shadowhunters who knew Kit started speaking at once. Only Jem and Tessa were quiet. They squeezed his shoulder and then stared directly at Ash.

Both blonde boys moved towards each other effectively silencing the parley. They drew out their swords and circled each other. Finally, Kit stepped at him.

“He shouldn’t have made the first move.” Jace concernedly said.

Janus chuckled at Kit’s impatience and inexperience.

But as Ash moved to block it was clear that Kit had feinted throwing him off guard and moving closer to the Seelie prince. Kit’s blade was about to slice Ash’s side but using faerie speed Ash swiftly moved. Kit circled Ash so he was always at his back, the latter after few moments stopped turning.

“Christopher’s fighting style is unique,” Anush noted. Ty observed Kit and wondered if he was mixing Mundane, Shadowhunter, and Downworlder styles.

When Kit lunged at Ash who readily parried him and moved so he could end the distance in them and draw him in a space where he could control Kit. Ash started moving faster, his moves rougher, all his blows landing heavily on Kit.

It was clear to viewers that though Kit fought unusually he did lack Ash’s training and experience as well as his savagery not to mention stamina.

Bored and smiling a smile sported by his grandfather and parents Ash moved to land a fatal blow on a panting Kit but he sidestepped just like Ash had done earlier. Ash couldn’t stop himself in midmotion and Kit moved closer, when he hit Ash’s hand with his sword’s hilt. Ash winced and that time was enough for Kit to twist his hand, remove the blade from it. Reeling him in Kit sild Ash’s sword at the back of Seelie prince’s neck and then pointed his sword at his throat.

Once again silence reigned as Kit panted and Ash stared at him wide-eyed. They could hear Janus cursing, Emma and Jace whooping, and Simon cheering, “That’s our Aragorn.”

Kit raised an eyebrow at Ash who had no way to move without getting his head chopped off. But Ash was not just a shadowhunter he bore many more powers which Seelie Queen had advertised when she had introduced him. So, he raised his hands and blasted Kit with a huge fire of darkness.

Screams erupted as Kit slammed against a tree and fell on his stomach unmoving. Before anyone could move to help him, Janus barked orders and Seelie forces surrounded Ash and Kit, but they did look reluctant. While they didn’t like Kit for the First Heir prophecy, taking orders from Janus who didn't have a speck of Fae blood in him irked them.

Ash leisurely walked towards Kit and picked up both swords. As he reached Kit, he prodded Kit with his foot further infuriating Kit’s friends and allies. But Kit made no move to get up. Ash’s brow furrowed and taunted Kit, “What happened? Ran out of your tricks? This was a duel for the crown of Seelie, it was never going to be of just our swordsmanship prowess. Powers are also to be tested but you didn’t use them. Either you can’t use them or the shadowhunter blood ran true and the First Heir doesn’t have powers. Well, which one is it?”.

There was no answer. Ash got on his and hit Kit with his sword’s hilt on his shoulder. He turned towards Janus moved towards them. Just then Ash heard a moan and turned towards the sound. Hidden by the Seelie guards who had their backs to the boys, Ash leaned over Kit so no one in the parley could see when Kit’s blue eyes opened and he grabbed Ash’s wrist tightly, a smirk on his lips.

Everyone looked away when a blinding white flash lit Central Park. When they finally regained their sights, terror filled them as they realised that Ash and Kit had disappeared.

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Children of BFFH, Entry 118

I was a bit surprised that everyone had agreed to stay and build a city together. Well, we usually do everything together, but I hadn’t expected the vote to be unanimous for it immediately. Sure, I liked Crazy’s plan, and the idea of carving out our own territory in Ancient Tribes of Earth was appealing, but no one had even brought up other options. We just took a vote and got to it.

I had expected someone to argue for a different area. With only Luce, Valeria, and me being vampires, most of the group would probably prefer a completely living area for a city. Yes, we were getting free resources due to Crazy’s insane haggling, but we also had to pay taxes, something the Garde did not deal with. No one ruled the Boss. Of course, he wasn’t granted titles of nobility either, but he was basically a king here. I mean, he seemed like a king outside of the game too, but that might just be my opinion.

Catching sight of Crazy’s character motioning, I activated Greythorn’s invisibility and hurried ahead. Crazy didn’t often use stealth, but when she did, she was actually really good at tracking. Frowning, I hoped Valeria wasn’t regretting her decision to play a Brightborn. She simply had to have the lowest stealth bonus in the game with how radiant her character was. Spotting her character moving only took me a glance in the general direction.

Crazy had found a group of guards outside of a ruined stone building. We had been exploring an ancient city for the good part of an hour now, working on a quest for Greyshire to eliminate intruding zombie kobolds. There had been several scouting parties so far, but we hadn’t found active guards like these before.

In the unholy lands, my character was substantially stronger. My base physical attributes all got a boost as well as all vampiric abilities. Unfortunately, every single enemy we’ve encountered received similar boosts. Zombie kobolds went from typically weak threats to something worth a bit of concentration. Large groups like what we were hunting required a group of players from someone at my character’s power level.

When I saw the ground freeze under the kobolds, I used my lightning magic. My aunt focusing on lightning in the magic came mostly from her sense of humor, but I was seriously grateful for the inheritance boost. Crazy landed from a jump just after my spell went off, smashing into one of the falling kobolds. Then Valeria arrived, her Luminescence ability retracted as much as she could, so she wouldn’t be boosting our enemies. She hurled her essence, burning the frozen kobolds and causing some of their skin to crack off.

Deciding against engaging in melee while Crazy was doing some sort of sliding trick around the ice, I stuck with my lightning magic, creating a wall across the doorway. If there were reinforcements nearby, I didn’t want them coming out unscathed. With the wall in place, I use my ball lightning spell. Where lightning was instant damage, ball lightning was a sustained spell that drew my mana more gradually while acting as barrier and attack at once. I could create fifteen of the balls at once, but I knew I needed to work on controlling them better. Aunt Iris could practically make her version of the spell look like she was juggling the balls of lightning across a large field of battle.

Part of the trick Aunt Iris had taught me was creating directional macros which could move different groups of balls simultaneously or do more intricate maneuvers. The downside with long strings of commands was the difficulty in interrupting the right individual ball’s movement if an ally got too close. In this case, I trusted Crazy to simply dodge. Her melee skills were beyond what the character stats would suggest, not that she ever actually showed me her stats. I knew because I had let her play Greythorn a number of times so she could demonstrate ideas she had for me. Under her control, Greythorn moved with liquid grace, dancing through the air while cleaving heads. Sure, she had been demonstrating on weak opponents, but I still couldn’t have pulled it off so smoothly, despite her using an entirely different layout for her keybinds than the rest of us. If I tried to play Crazy’s Justine, I might take a while just figuring out where the walk buttons were assigned.

While I maneuvered my lightning, Luce was alternating between burning heads and stabbing them with shards of ice. Unlike Aid’s character, Luce’s Dwynwen only inherited a boost to a narrow field of spells from their parents—the Boss had focused heavily on fire and Momma Alma on ice—so Dwynwen had a massive bonus in all thermal-based magic, but that’s it. If she alternated the types of attacks, she could steal heat away and add it to the next fire spell, making her attacks stronger than normal for her character’s skill. Yes, anyone could learn the trick, but most wouldn’t have the inheritance bonuses to keep both sides balanced or the timing to do it so well. Waiting too long to cast the fire spell would let some of the stolen heat dissipate. Casting too soon would cause the spell to launch before all of the stolen heat arrived. I was sure Luce had some macros helping, but there was still a great deal of timing involved with spells going off in different areas. Dwynwen’s spells typically did even more damage than my lightning but weren’t cast as quickly.

Between all of our attacks, the battle didn’t take too long. Zombies had a racial penalty to their intelligence from partially rotted brains, so the average zombie kobold wouldn’t be as quick to decide to run. We quickly looted the corpses before proceeding into the building.

I grinned as we descended down the steps into an area that reminded me of the catacombs in Paris. We had visited France a few years ago, and I had found the catacombs to be both frightening and beautiful. If the base of the kobolds was truly down here, they had good taste. I couldn’t wait to see what all awaited us.

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golbrocklovely · 4 years

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the chosen daughter // colby brock - chapter fourteen

A/N: sorry this took a long time to make. work has been kicking my ass recently and i’ve had like no time off. i finally get one after today so that’ll be nice. i’ll try to write more when i can. thank you to everyone that was so sweet when i came back, yall are seriously the best. as a treat, a special something finally happens in this chapter. alrighty, enjoy and lmk what you think !!

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trigger warning: cursing, angst, mentions of a massacre, surprise ending 👀

word count: 2385

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“So, this is what you guys do when you have a day off? Lounge around and be lazy?” Tara huffed.

I glanced at all of us quickly. Sam and Kat were cuddled up on the end of the couch I was laying on. Jake was on the other, sprawled out, and Colby sat on top, his feet digging into the cushion where Jake laid his legs.

“What would you like us to do Tara?” Colby deadpanned.

“Well, I'm thirsty.” Tara turned to Jake, “Jakey, could you get me something from the fridge?”

“Get it yourself.” Jake mumbled, scrolling through his phone.

Tara barked. “Jake. Get me a blood bag and some vodka. I want to have a party.”

“You know if you're so thirsty, you could just drink from me.” Jake dared, getting up from the couch.

“No thanks. I'd rather drink from Sam than you. No offense, Kat.” Tara sassed, crossing her arms.

Kat shrugged. “None taken.”

“But Tara… that's not how it played out the last time.” Jake sang, smirking.

Tara punched Jake in the shoulder hard, all of us busting out laughing. Jake winced as he stumbled into the kitchen, digging in the fridge.

“Tara, you do realize it's only 3 in the afternoon. Ain't it a bit early to be drinking?” Colby stated.

“No. I'm just... pregaming.” Tara smiled innocently, sitting down where Jake had been.

Mike and Kevin busted through the door suddenly, slamming it shut and locking it hastily.

“Woah, where's the fire?” Sam broke in, sitting up with Kat in his arms.

“Go lock up the windows, Mike. I don't want there to be any way in.” Kevin motioned. Mike nodded his head, rushing to the windows.

“What's the problem?” Jake questioned.

“We just got word from a very reliable source that an elder is coming to LA.” Kevin informed.

“Are you sure it's not just Tara?” Sam asked.

Mike shook his head. “No one knows about her being an elder, so it can't be her.”

“How do you know your sources are telling the truth?” Sam slid out of Kat’s hold, standing up.

“Apparently, he already flew in a couple days ago. Some of our boys down at the airport saw him.” Kevin replied.

“Who?” Jake requested.

Kevin’s voice darkened. “It’s Rinaldi.”

I could feel everyone’s body stiffen at the name. Not a single breath was taken.

Tara’s eyes bore at the floor. “Well, I've just lost my appetite.”

“Wait, who's Rinaldi?” I puzzled, looking around at everyone.

Colby answered. “He's one of the most powerful elders. He was like the second or third vampire ever turned.”

Jake agreed. “He's fucking terrifying, bro. I heard if his eyes land on yours, he could make your head explode, spontaneous combustion style.”

“I'm surprised you know those words, Jake.” Tara joked, her voice remaining monotone.

“Okay, so he's a big deal. But why would he come here?” I doubted.

“Who knows? All I know is that him being even remotely near us isn't good news. So, we gotta take extra precaution. So Jade-” Sam began.

I held my hand up, finishing his sentence. “’Stay here for a while’…I might as well keep a bag here.”

“Or you could start paying rent.” Mike retorted calmly.

Colby scowled. “Me and Sam don't even pay rent.”

I rolled my eyes at Mike, turning back to everyone. “I know this might be a dumb question, but besides the fact that he is super strong, why is everyone scared of him?”

Mike sneered. “Tara. Do you have something to tell the class?”

“Fuck you, Mike.” Tara hissed.

“What is it, Tara? Do you know something?” I uttered, my voice weakening from my nerves.

Tara exhaled, her eyes on me. “Rinaldi is one of the worst vampires I know. He's the reason why the vampire population is so small.”

I furrowed my brow. “How does that make sense?”

“Back in 1872, he told a bunch of us elders that we should make a council, something to police the growing vampire population. He believed that a lot of vampires at the time were starting to get restless and wanted to come out to the public. The world was changing so fast, so they thought most people might be okay with vampires,” Tara chuckled sarcastically, her tongue clicking against her teeth. “I was against the council, mostly because I don't like running in groups and I hate authority. But also because that's not how most vampires felt. A lot wanted to stay hidden. But he made it very apparent that wasn't the case. So, the council was created. And by the summer of that year, the massacre happened.”

“A massacre?” I whispered, surprised.

“Rinaldi was working both sides. For some reason while creating the council, he was telling all the younger vampires that we elders were coming to attack them, take away their rights and kill them. He came at them as an elder against the council, when he was the whole reason it was a thing in the first place. The spirits are the ones who told me all of this, and I had warned that council that a war was gonna begin. They all laughed me off and told me I was lying. When the battle took place, so many vampires died, both elders and young. Our population went from over a thousand down all the way to a hundred. And of course, Rinaldi survived.” Tara fumed, her hands clenching harder with each word.

I gulped. “Holy shit.”

“After the massacre, every vampire that was left disappeared, moved away from each other. That way no one could attack them or know who they were. It wasn't until a hundred years later that the vampires that were still alive decided to start turning humans again.” Tara finished, relaxing her back against the couch.

Kevin nodded, crossing his arms. “I remember. It was a long time before I ever saw a vampire. I didn't even meet Mike until, what? 1982?”

My eyes widen. “Wait, Kevin, you were alive during the vampire massacre?”

“I fought in it. Or, was forced to. I was turned a year before the massacre.” Kevin recalled.

“And you two?” I glanced at Kat and Mike.

“Not until after. 1974.” Mike responded.

Kat chimed. “1983.”

Sam commented. “I'm dating a cougar.”

“Shut up.” Kat smacked his leg, a smile rising to his face.

“So that's why Rinaldi is terrifying. If he's here for some reason, it's not good. We have to be safe and stay as far away from him as we can.” Tara cautioned.

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After the lovely news of Rinaldi, I decided to take a nap before work, especially since now I was staying over the Trapp Haus longer than expected. When I finally woke up, I could hear the thumping of the club downstairs, but the rest of the apartment was silent. I slowly stumbled out of Sam's room, opening the door to the empty living space. The lights were dim, no one around.

“Hello? Anyone here?” I called out.

The continuous music from downstairs was the only response. I stared over at Colby's door, wondering if he was inside. I trudged over to his door, taking a deep breath.

“Colby?” I muttered.

Silence. I knocked three times, the door creaking open with the force of my hand.

I've never been inside his room before...

I flicked on the light, looking around at the unusual space. His room was a little messy, but nothing too crazy. His bed sheets and curtains were a dark black, his walls a deep shade of blue. A couple water bottles rested on his nightstand. His laptop sat haphazardly on his floor near his bed. His closet door was ajarred, clothes spilling out onto the floor.

“What are you doing in my room?”

I gasped, turning around to see Colby. His body was slightly tense, his eyes matching.

“Shit, sorry. I-I woke up and thought maybe you were in your room since no one was around.” I stuttered.

“I was downstairs helping Kevin get rid of an overly excited patron.” He revealed.

“Where's everyone else?” I queried, my arms crossing uncomfortably under his gaze.

“Sam and Jake are doing some research for a hunt. Kevin and Mike are downstairs, and Kat and Tara are out partying at Bloody.” He explained.

I bit my lip. “And you're here.”

“Someone has to protect you.” He remarked dryly, walking into the kitchen.

“Sorry.” I murmured.

“About what?” Colby glowered, leaning against the counter.

My eyes fell from his for a moment. “I mean, it's obvious that you don't want to be here... with me.”

Colby’s eyes softened as he fell silent, his hands holding the counter tight.

I turned to go back to Sam's room, only to be stopped by Colby's voice.

“That's not true. I like... having you around.” He interjected, “You have to know that.”

I exhaled, turning to face him again. I could feel my heart bang in my chest.

“You know, the other day there was this guy at my work, and he looked really sad. He and I got to talking and he asked me if I ever wanted something badly. Not something crazy hard to get, but something that's just out of my reach.” I stepped towards Colby, “And all I could think about was... you.”

Colby objected. “You shouldn't.”

“What? I shouldn't what?” I echoed.

“Think of me like that.” He shook his head.

“Why?” I demanded.

“Because I'm a monster. Do you know how easy it would be for me to lose control and kill you?” Colby threatened, closing the gap between us and getting in my face.

“You haven't done it before.” I argued.

Colby backed away at my words. “Yeah, but there's no guarantee that it won't happen. Plus, besides the fact that I crave your blood all the fucking time, I'm... a lost cause, Jade.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” I snapped, my hands resting on my hips.

“Whatever you think a relationship needs to have, you're not gonna get it from me. I'm damaged as hell. I trust little to no one. The kindness and love you deserve won't come from me. And you don't need something like that.” He scoffed.

“Then we take it slow, Colby. We don't have to fall headfirst into this. We can take our time. There is no time limit on this.” I ignored the aching memory in the back of my mind of Tara's reading.

“What makes you think I want to be with you anyway?” He jeered, his gaze pointing daggers at mine.

I growled. “Don't do that.”

“Do what?” Colby grunted.

“Try to be mean so you can push me away. I'm done walking on eggshells around you, Colby!” I exclaimed.

He groaned, racing to his room. “I-I can't do this right now.”

“I want you.”

He stopped abruptly, the muscles on his back tight.

“I want you, Colby. Even though you don't trust anyone, even though you could kill me. I still want you. I'm not gonna pretend I don't anymore.” I confessed.

He slowly spun around to look at me, his body rigid, eyes glaring.

“So, decide. Right now. Because I'm not gonna wait around forever.” I warned.

Colby bit his lips, staring at the ceiling. His hands twitched as he slid them across his face.

“I know you didn't lie that night we almost kissed. You're the one that said you wanted me close.” My voice fell to a whisper.

I could feel my face flush, my palms damp with moisture. I shuddered a breath as Colby looked into my eyes.

“You're right.”

He sighed deeply, shaking his head with a crooked smile.

“Fuck it.”

Colby raced up to me, smashing his lips onto mine as he thrusted me against his body. I immediately relaxed into him, my fingers finding their way into his hair to pull on his locks. I moaned against his lips as he picked me up easily, my legs wrapping around his waist. His hands gripped my thighs, bringing me over to the couch and placing us down. I straddled his lap, deepening the kiss as my tongue glided into his mouth.

He ripped his lips away, slamming them back down onto my neck. He kissed the hollow of my throat, his teeth scraping the skin, causing me to whimper in pleasure.

Colby pulled away suddenly, his breath coming out ragged as his hands clenched my waist hard. My eyes landed on his face, and a small gasp left my mouth. His crimson eyes stared back at me, dark black veins pulsing from under his eyes, his fangs protruding from his gums.

He stammered. “I-I'm sorry, I-I need to-”

“It's okay, Colby.”

I gently raised my hand to his face, watching for any sign of disapproval. My middle finger lightly traced the veins under his eyes, feeling them throb under my touch. Colby closed his eyes tight, allowing me to keep touching. His breaths slowed down, the veins disappearing. When he opened his eyes with an inhale, his eyes had returned to their intoxicating blue.

“Are you okay?” I asked quietly.

He nodded. “Yeah, I'm alright now.”

I leaned in and pecked his lips, breaking away only to see his reaction. He smiled lightly, his dimples surfacing sweetly.

My phone ringing broke me out of our trance. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and picked it up, noticing the time and who was calling.

I grumbled to Colby. “Shit, it's my boss.”

“Hey, sorry I'm-” I started.

Roger interrupted. “No need to come in now. One of our bathrooms overflowed and the whole place is flooded. It's gonna take a couple days to get fixed so, I'll see you next week at some point.”

“Oh, okay. See you then, Roger.” I hung up the phone, my eyes landing on Colby’s. “So, work’s cancelled for a while.”

“Well that's good.” He smirked.

“Why?” I questioned.

“Because then we can focus on more of this.”

Colby leaned in quickly, capturing my lips in a romantic kiss, instantly taking my breath away. I smiled against his lips, wrapping my arms around him again.

But even with my attention on Colby, my mind drifted back to Tara's words.

Please let her be wrong…

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Let’s Get Down to Business || Alain & Orion

Timing: Current

Parties: Alain ( @carbrakes-and-stakes ) & Rio

Content Warning: Abuse mentions

Summary: Rio is desperate for some answers and Alain is willing to provide. Until they get interrupted. Rude.

Orion didn’t know what he was about to walk into. When he messaged Alain, it had been in a more emotionally fragile state than he had cared to admit. There had been so much going on this week. Between the love potion and his run in with Athena. But even with all of that drama, he still couldn’t get that troll out of his head. Couldn’t stop thinking about how Rio had stopped that troll from ever doing anything again. He had taken that life. Justified or not, Rio couldn’t shake the guilt. And he needed to talk to someone that understood what that felt like.

When Orion found Alain, he was thankful that the man was alone and not currently tousling with a vampire. He offered a small wave as soon as the two spotted each other and continued his sulk across the abandoned pilot to close the gap between them. “Hey” he added once he had finally joined up with him. “I don’t know what I’m doing here.” That was true. In his rush of emotions, maybe Rio had an idea what he wanted to say in the back of his mind as he was furiously typing the message out to him. But standing here with Alain face to face, any semblance of a clear thought Rio once had all but washed from his mind. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Alain was dusting his sword clean when he heard Orion approach. Lost in his thoughts, he had not been paying much attention to his surroundings, figuring that if undead rose, he would feel them before he could see them anyway. He was not sure what it was Orion wanted, but if he had agreed to meet him here, in the middle of the night, it had to be important. Sitting on the front steps of a now clean mausoleum, the hunter watched Orion approach and waved back. “Hey,” he replied, scooting to the side so that the kid could sit down too, if he wanted.

The kid looked completely lost, however, and Alain, since he had no idea what this meeting was about, found himself with both his eyebrows raised, puzzled. “That’s okay,” Orion spoke again and he could feel his heart sink in his chest. How was he supposed to help someone who felt lost when he himself had no idea where he was headed either? “Sit down. Tell me what happened, I’m sure you’ll remember why you’re here.”

Orion followed Alain’s instructions, taking a seat next to him. He sat quietly for a long moment, still trying to figure out exactly what he wanted to say or how he wanted to say it. Why was this so hard? If there was anybody that should know how Rio felt it was a hunter that showed some sense of apprehension for the job too. Rio couldn’t think of Alain without thinking of the first conversation they had ever had in his garage. Maybe Alain was still doing the job, maybe he even thought it was necessary. But there was something about him that made Rio think that he sometimes wondered what could have been. “I don’t know how you do it.” Because of course Rio knew why he was here. He just didn’t know why he had to do this right now, “I got attacked in the woods a few weeks ago. There were these trolls and they tried to kill Kaden and I. And it was going to kill me and I-” He pulled his knees up on the step with him and hugged them, “I killed it. And I can’t stop thinking about it. How do you train yourself to take a life?”

Alain remained quiet the whole time Orion was speaking. He put down the sword, the rag, and crossing his arms, he leaned back against the step behind to listen to the boy. “Kaden must have already told you that it was either you or him,” it felt like this was the kind of justification most hunters gave to justify many things, him included, but it was a justification that truly made sense when speaking of creatures that behaved like wild animals. “A normal person wouldn’t have made it out alive, maybe you saved a bunch of people,” and maybe a bunch of others died before Orion took care of that beast. He could have said this too, but he felt like it would not really cheer him up.

Then came the question of How. “You and I were both trained since we were in what.. 1st grade? Earlier?” But this was not what made you a killer. You were trained, sure, but a killer. Accidents aside, killers had a purpose, something to fulfil, and in hunters’ case, it was an idea : the sense of duty. “You don’t train, you are told to, and usually, it begins by killing things that look nothing like people,” in his case, it had been spawns. The human looking vampires came later, once spawns had become a habit, some sort of routine. “Most people assume that I like doing this,” it was not entirely false, otherwise, Alain wouldn’t be here, but it was his sense of duty that always brought him back here, not his hatred for vampires.

Orion nodded. “He did.” And he had, along with anyone else that heard about what happened. It was an easy defense, one that should have helped Rio feel better. Logically, he knew it was true. It had been self defense. The troll fully intended on killing Rio and then Kaden if nothing had been done. The troll had said it themselves. But Rio still couldn’t help but think that the reasoning left a sour taste in his mouth. Like something had been missing. “It’s just- I replay it over and over again in my head. I could have done something differently, right? Why were they violent to us in the first place? Did they know what we were?” Did they deserve it? Rio almost asked the question but decided against it, “What if I could have said something differently. Or anything. Why did it have to end that way?” He wiped at his eyes. He had done so much crying recently he was surprised he had any tears left. But it was just as embarrassing now as it always was. He wished he could switch it all off. Although, Rio hadn’t considered Alain’s second point. If the trolls were so quick to kill Kaden and Rio, would other people fall victim to them just as quickly? Ones that wouldn’t survive being thrown against a tree or crushed under the grip of a rocky giant? “I don’t know. Maybe. That’s why I hate this. I can’t even see the full picture. How am I supposed to decide something as important as taking a life when I can’t even see every angle?” Orion was a patient person. He never liked acting before thinking through every scenario his mind would allow him. It was why Athena would complain whenever the two played chess. He always took too long to move, examining all of his options before finally pushing a piece forward.

“Yeah. I mean, Not sure if mine could be considered training or not.” Orion had been rebelling in his own way since childhood. Maybe he wasn’t as loud or as confrontational as Athena could be, but he had learned his own tricks to annoy his parents. And he could do it without ever raising a fist or even speaking. Alain was right. From a young age, the two were first introduced to the more monstrous side. Fed stories that would have made any normal kid cower beneath their sheets. It wasn’t until the two got older that they slowly started to get introduced to the more human side of their victims. “I don’t think you like doing this.” Rio offered. He wished he knew for sure. But as it was, he didn’t know much about Alain’s hunting habits at all. Besides that he was resigned to the same sense of duty that most hunters seemed to be. “I think you do it when you feel like you have to. But that doesn’t mean you get any joy from it.” Maybe Rio was wrong. Off base. He hoped that he wasn’t. “My sister killed a Fae right in front of me the other day,” Rio began. “I don’t know what it was. To me, it just looked like a cat. I think she did it to get under my skin. How could someone do something like that? She likes it. It scares me.”

“I don’t know Orion,” Alain turned his head to look at him. With a heavy breath, he reached out to put his hand on the boy’s opposite shoulder, so that he would look at him, and also know at the same time that it was okay if he wanted to cry. “No one can see the full picture,” he assured him. God knew that Alain had tried, but no matter how much planning any hunter did, nothing usually went exactly as planned. Feral beasts were too unpredictable. Usually the human looking ones were a lot easier, or at least that’s how it felt to him. “I try to think of the bigger picture instead,” he explained, always looking him in the eyes. “It’s like I said, you can’t know what would have happened if someone else had ran into that troll,” and he highly doubted that those made a difference between hunters and regular folks. “This is what I always think of, and it sometimes kept me up at night,” he frowned. “What if I didn’t get them all? What if one got away and attacked someone? Someone’s mom, a child, an elder?” This was why he did this at least one out of two nights. Sometimes, he could go back home having not seen one single vampire, and on nights like that one, get rid of an entire nest of them.

“I must agree with you on that one, you’re the most lanky hunter I’ve ever seen,” laughing under his breath, Alain let go of his shoulder and took out his coffee thermos, pouring himself a cup. “I’m glad that you think that,” he smiled a moment before he took a long sip of the hot beverage. “Joy comes from knowing you got people rid of something that wouldn’t have hesitated to hurt them, feed on them, turn them, or kill them,” with vampires, you never knew. Some had their own little army of spawns, which they created by biting party goers or people walking back home after their night shift, and God did it feed his hatred for them. “What did she think she would achieve by that? I mean, it was most certainly not a cat, but clearly that thing did not attack first,” he cleared his throat. His lack of knowledge on fae was showing, but clearly, Athena had fucked up here. “I’m sorry. You know,” he paused, sighing. “You always will have a choice, but when it comes to things you cannot reason with, I’d say just do your job. It’s not easy. I know I wasn’t fond of it either then, but you get used to it. And that does not mean you’ll suddenly want to kill all the beasts you see.” Another sigh. “This is what I would do, if I were you. Not hunt, but rather get rid of threats when you happen to cross paths with one.”

No one can see the full picture. So how come anybody killed? Why did people take a life when they can’t see the full extent of how it will affect things? Orion winced when Alain’s hand grabbed onto his shoulder. Even living around friends that did the same thing, Rio still wasn't used to the nonviolent physical touch. Still cowered away from it. But knowing that this had not been meant as an attack, Rio settled into it, relaxing beneath it and eventually looking up at Alain. This time, when the tears streamed down his face he didn’t immediately wipe them away. “The bigger picture” Rio nodded to himself. He didn’t know if he believed it, but he at least understood the idea behind it. Kaden and Rio left the rest of the trolls. Sure, they had sworn their vengeance on the two of them. But were other people going to be in danger because of the actions of the two of them? The thought made him sick to his stomach. “I don’t want anything to get hurt because of me. Human or otherwise. I’m not cut out for this life, Alain. I never have been.”

Despite the serious tone the two had for the night, Orion appreciated the break for humor and he found himself chuckling through the tears and grinning. “Ha ha. Very funny.” Rio crossed his arms to feign pouting. As if being called small or lanky was something new that truly offended him. “That makes sense. I like helping people. All people.” Supernatural people included. At least Alain seemed just as taken aback by Athena’s actions as Rio had been. “I don’t know. I can’t tell if she’s just that brainwashed by my parents. Or if she genuinely wanted to hurt me. She’s mad at me. Angry that I left the house. I think she wanted me to feel her pain.” It was just a guess, but he was pretty positive he was close. “I like that idea. I just… I don’t know how to do it. I don’t want to feel like I’ve felt these past few weeks. I can’t stop thinking about that troll. I hate it.”

“I know, you have told me this before,” Alain wasn’t sure what to say to this except that few were cut for this, and that most hunters did this because they felt that they had to. Was this going to help Rio with his moral dilemma? Probably not. This was all confusing. Alain wished he had the answers, but clearly, it was not the case. Although over the years, he did gain some wisdom and the decisions he made now weren’t the ones he made back when he was a teenager or a young adult.

“Thank you,” with a smirk, he raised his cup of coffee as if to toast on this, and took another gulp. “I know, you are a good person, pure of heart. Those are rare,” and Alain genuinely believed that him not being a hunting hunter was actually a big loss for the rest of them. Hunters could use someone like Orion, who was willing to see what it’s like to be on the other end of the weapon. It was naive to think all creatures deserved his kindness however, and Alain really wanted Orion to finally accept that some things didn’t have many goals in life other than to sleep, eat humans, and sleep again. “I don’t know. I think you should speak to her, maybe not in person, but… see what she has to say about this. I doubt her explanations can excuse what she did, because that was cruel to you, but at least you’ll know why,” having cut all connection, all contact with both his sisters, Alain sometimes had regrets, he wondered if Orion would follow that path. Even though they were different, he could see some similarities here and there. “You know how to do it, you just don’t want to do it,” tossing the last drops of coffee in his cup, he screwed it back onto the thermos. “It’ll pass. This much I can actually promise you. And I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” he breathed through his nose, amused. “I’ll show you my notebooks, if you want. So you can see all the things I’ve seen,” maybe it would help him picture what hunting was really like when you did it for others.

People told Orion that a lot. That he was a good person. That he was innocent. Rio didn’t feel pure of heart. He felt complicit to the evil things that his family did. He felt like a murderer. Most of the time, he felt like a fraud. Someone that was desperately trying to do good deeds to make up for the bad he had been a part of. “I know you’re right, but I really don’t want to” Rio groaned. The last thing he wanted to do was talk to her. But Alain was right, obviously. Even if it meant learning the truth and cutting the ties. He needed to know. Eventually. For now, he needed the space. Rio wasn’t sure he wanted to ever learn how to do it. Or get over these feelings of guilt. As soon as he did, would he turn into the exact monster that his parents had spent their lives trying to create? But regardless, Alain had the best intentions. He truly wanted what was best for Rio. That was something he couldn’t say about the adult figures in his life growing up. “Thank you. Seriously. I don’t know who else to talk to about this stuff. I-“ he perked up at the idea of reading Alain’s notebooks, “Really? Like really really? That’d be so cool. Let’s do it.”

Before Orion had the chance to move, a sound off in the trees beyond the steps caught Rio’s attention. His body stiffened immediately, freezing in place as Rio tried to pick up on any other sounds with his hearing. When he heard another cracking sound off in the woods, Rio jumped into his feet. “Something’s in the woods.” He stared at the trees. It was dark, but Rio’s vision didn’t mind the darkness. He stood until he saw a flash through the trees and he jumped back, almost tripping into Alain. It wasn’t until the first thing broke through the clearing of the woods that Rio could finally make out what it was. “It’s a spawn.”

“..” Alain couldn’t exactly project his own regrets on Orion, and if the young man prefered not to speak to his sister, Alain was not going to argue with that. He had given him his advice and now, it was up to Orion to either follow it or not. The boy seemed a lot more excited by the idea to have a look at the older hunter’s notebooks. He heard that he thanked him, but his attention went toward something else. Something was nearby, he could feel it. His hand reached out to grab the sword on the ground.

Orion had been just as quick to notice, and that did not go unnoticed. Even if the boy wanted to deny his hunter heritage, he would never be able to get rid of his instincts. “The woods, huh?” Obviously, he was hearing things Alain couldn’t, and Alain was glad he could count on his cat like vision to catch a glimpse of whatever was lurking in the woods. Damn fucking spawns. “It is a spawn, or well… spawns. They aren’t lonely creatures, unfortunately,” Orion had a few options. Either help Alain with those, or watch the hunter get rid of all these foul beasts. “Time to choose if you want to help or not. Look into my bag, you’ll find weapons,” he motioned toward the mausoleum, where he had left his things.

If the number of spawns was not critical, help was never negligeable, and it felt like a good occasion for Orion to see that not all things deserved to live, and that sometimes, saving them was putting them to rest.

Time to choose if you want to help or not. Orion had not wanted to have to make a choice that quickly. He eyed the bag that Alain had pointed towards. “Oh god, oh god, oh god” Rio scurried up the steps and towards the bag. The swords, daggers and stakes were all sharp to the touch, and dangerous in the hands of someone like Rio. He was a liability, more likely to end up stabbing himself than being any help against spawns. He chose the least dangerous weapon he could find, an average wooden stake, and hopped back down the steps, stopping just feet behind Alain.

He was the vampire expert, so of course he had been right when he said that they traveled together. Orion should have picked up on it. That the noises out in the woods were created by multiple creatures, not just one. Now, a few jumped back and forth between the trees while others were already in the clearing and heading towards the two of them. Rio didn’t deal with vampires. Not that he dealt with much of anything, but vampires and the undead were his lousiest subjects. Rio studied them, maybe seven or eight total but it was hard to keep track from the way that bounced around, weaving between each other. Rio couldn’t move. His knees were shaking and threatening to give out completely. He was just going to slow Alain down. Risk him getting hurt trying to protect him. This was all a big mistake. “I don’t- Don’t get hurt protecting me, please.”

“It’s fine,” Alain did not need someone panicking in his back, and he would not wait for him to get his shit together either. The first spawn spotted by Orion reduced to dust, the hunter moved toward the second, keeping them from approaching the boy. “Orion, you have to trust that you can do it. I wouldn’t ask you this if I didn’t think you could do it,” technically, he had no idea if Orion could do it, but one thing was sure, if he told him that he couldn’t, Orion would never try and that would be a damn shame. Obviously, he would never be an excellent hunter, but if he could help keep humans safe at his own scale, it would be enough.

“Look around, don’t let them get in your back,” Alain trusted that if Orion listened to simple advice like that, he would be okay tonight. And if he wasn’t completely repulsed by all of this, maybe the hunter could actually offer to train him, eventually.

“Orion, I’m going to be fine either way,” Alain did not want to force him to do anything, but rather push him to make a decision. In the end, hesitating was what could get you killed, and maybe this would be what he would have to first teach Orion.

A spawn lunging for the hunter’s throat, Alain held up his sword, shoving it through its body. Falling to the ground, he pushed the spawn off of him, but before he could get up, another one was coming for him. Fuck.

Alain wasn’t forcing this on Orion. There was a choice to be made. One that Rio would have to make for himself. It was so radically different from anything that Rio had been used to growing up that he felt a bit dizzy from the freedom. His parents never acted like there was a choice. In the woods… well maybe Kaden and everyone else had been right. Maybe there really hadn’t been a choice that night. That no matter what he did or said, those trolls were going to attack the two of them and Rio’s only choices were to fight back or get killed. Tonight, Alain was giving him an out. That freedom was liberating, but also crippling. Because now Rio actually had to choose.

Orion was pretty sure that he wouldn’t be able to do it. He was convinced that he would just be a distraction, and when the moment came he would hesitate and not be able to make the kill. Even if these things were clearly not human. They didn’t have the thoughts or feelings that people did. They truly were just creatures led by bloodlust and instinct. Rio felt his grip on the stake loosen, his resolution wavering. A spawn lunged at Alain and the two tumbled on the ground. Rio twitched but didn’t move. Seconds later, a sword went through the creature and Alain shoved it off of him. Rio breathed with relief but his grip tightened when another one came up fast, running for Alain who hadn’t yet gotten back to his feet. “Alain!” this time, Rio ran without thinking. He headed straight for Alain, close enough that the spawn was ready to attack before Rio dived into him.

Orion and the creature rolled once hitting the ground, both fighting for the upper hand. Unsurprisingly, it was the spawn that ended up on top. It clawed at him, scratching and tearing at his hoodie and catching on his skin more than once. It’s fangs were bared and aiming for Rio, Rio using all of his strength to keep the thing away from him. Rio’s legs flailed out from under the creature, trying to get some footing to get the upper hand. He had been training with Adam. He should be able to do this. But he was losing the battle against this spawn. Finally, he pulled a leg free, lifting it around to wrap around the spawn and pull it to the side and off of him. He pressed down, using his leg to pin the spawn and fumbled for the stake he had dropped in the struggle. With all the chaos, Rio didn’t have time to think about that choice he was so enamored with earlier. He swung the stake around and plunged it into the creature, dust exploding from it almost immediately. And suddenly the struggle was gone. Rio sat there on the ground and breathed heavily. He dropped the stake and stared at the pile of dust. Though he didn’t have much time to dwell on what he had just done, considering another spawn tackled him from behind.

Alain had just started to accept that Orion had taken his decision, that he would not come and help him, when the exact opposite happened. While he had a few things to say on the boy’s technique, now was probably not a good time. Besides, spawns were not the kind to wait politely for their turn to jump at hunters’ throats. It was hard to keep an eye on Orion and at the same time take care of them. Clearly, this short moment had been enough for the experimented hunter to have exactly what he had warned Orion about, happen to him.

The claws dug deep in Alain’s shoulder, in his side, and he had to drop his weapon to grab the vampire with both his hands, and throw it to the ground. A stake to the heart later, the hunter was glancing once again at Orion. It seemed like the boy had taken his decision and had thoughts about it, but now was not exactly the time for hesitation. And so Alain saw the spawn rushing toward the young boy. Ineluctable.

“Orion,” Alain warned, too late. Now getting rid of something that had the higher ground was a whole different kind of job, and with yet another spawn coming for him, Alain hoped Orion would have the will, the strength to get rid of it, in the meanwhile, the hunter would try to get rid of the few spawns left, as he wasn’t sure a 3rd spawn was something Orion could survive tonight.

Orion’s body was pressed against the ground, the spawn on top of him and it’s claws digging into his back. The pain was sharp, the panic even stronger since he couldn’t move. He wiggled against the creature’s weight but only managed to crawl out slightly before the claws dug in further. He cried out a bit at that one, the sudden increase in pain taking him by surprise. Rio could hear the creature’s snarls, saliva dripping from its mouth and down on the back of Rio’s head, dripping down his neck. He was close, probably about to bite. Purely on instinct, Rio threw his left elbow back, connecting with the creature’s face and causing it to screech in defiance. It perked up, it’s hold on Rio loosening just enough that Rio could shove himself out from under the creature to break free. The claws had not completely dislodged, and scraped across his back on the way out, tearing at his clothes and ripping at his skin.

The first thing Orion did once he got back to his feet was find Alain. He was fighting off more Spawn, still going strong. He must have taken down so many already while Rio had barely managed to stab one. And now, Rio was left weaponless against the current spawn. He could see the stake, abandoned across the field. The spawn blocked Rio’s path. Reaching it would be next to impossible, especially with the damage the creature had already done to Rio. He had three options here, run for Alain and hope that he could save the day. Try to fake out the spawn and get to his stake. And with the creature stirring and looking particularly unhappy, Rio didn’t have much time left. He went with option three, darting off in the opposite direction towards the tree line of the woods. The spawn was fast, hot on Rio’s trail and swiping out towards him. The claw caught on Rio’s leg at one point, almost knocking Rio over. Instead, his palms caught against the grass and he pushed himself back into his run. He all but collided with the tree when he finally got to the woods. He dug his fingers into it, finding a weak spot and ripping off a section of the bark. It wasn’t much, but it was still wood.

There was something utterly terrifying about not knowing how Orion was doing. All the slayer had to know what was happening, is sounds. He heard the boy cry, then the creature protest. There was no way of knowing what happened. The spawns rushing at him made it impossible for him to check on the boy, and Alain was starting to regret putting him in this situation. Maybe he should have locked him up in the mausoleum instead.

Each cloud of dust felt like counting down to when he’d be able to check on Orion. 3, 2, 1 spawn left. Orion’s spawn. Alain was not the kind to panic, but he couldn’t put the feeling in his chest on anything other than this. And so, the few seconds during which he searched for the boy and the spawn stretched into eternity to him. “Fuck.”

Maybe it would have been better to let him handle the spawn on his own, but considering what he had heard just seconds ago, he was not going to take a chance, and so he rushed to the woods, catching up with the pair. “Oh putain,” grabbing the beast from the back, the slayer threw it to the ground. His stake found the heart and they were all gone. But their trouble? Alain was mostly fine, safe for a few scratches, but Orion?

Carefully, because he’d seen how he had reacted to the hand on his shoulder earlier, the hunter approached the young man. “Let me have a look, please,” the claws had torn both fabric and flesh, exposing skin, scarred skin. How? Orion did not … fight. “How did you… When?” They looked quite old, and Alain was growing confused, and horrified.

Orion hadn’t noticed that he had been shaking until Alain crept behind the creature and took it down, staking it and finally leaving the open field empty aside from the two hunters. Suddenly, Rio couldn’t hold onto the piece of tree bark any longer. It slipped through his trembling fingers, cracking into smaller pieces against the ground. Rio followed soon after, resting against the tree next to him and sliding down it until he was resting on his knees. The pain from his injuries were nothing more than a dull pain in the back of his brain. Everything felt numbed, a humming taking the forefront of Rio’s attention as he tried to process the fear. Those spawns had been terrifying. He had seen them in pictures, read about them on multiple occasions. He couldn’t imagine being attacked by one of those with no knowledge of the supernatural. The idea was nightmare inducing. Even with the experience Rio had grown up with, he still wasn’t sure he’d sleep much tonight.

Orion was vaguely aware that Alain had started to creep closer towards him, muttering a French curse word. Rio stopped himself from calling out the language, just as he had done with Kaden once before. Rio twitched as he got closer. Because he knew what was visible, what was coming. The injuries from today had been rough, but surface level. A quick cleanse and bandaging session and they would be healed in a few days. But Alain didn’t mean those injuries. The spawn’s claws had done more than tear at his skin. They had stripped away the only defense Rio had. Now, he had no choice but to sit here, completely exposed. “It’s nothing....” Rio tried, feeling his body slump even further in defeat. His body was still shaking, his voice joining in on the instability. “It’s from training and stuff. They’re all old anyways.”

Having knelt down to get on his level, Alain fell silent watching Orion. He tried to think, to think and think again, but he could not think of one thing to tell Orion that could have solved anything. Sitting on the dry leaves, the hunter was not sure whether to avoid or search for the other hunter’s eyes. He felt bad for making him help, for asking this of him when he knew so little about his past, his experiences. It was time for Alain to take a decision however, his turn.

“I’m so sorry,” he spoke softly.

His heart had sunk in his chest. It seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Maybe it would bury so deep that the hunter would finally stop feeling, who knew? Now did Alain want to stop feeling? Sure it would have been easier, but feelings were what made him human, not a monster. The answer was easily found. “Orion, you told me that you had found ways to skip training,” from the way he fought, you could tell that this had not been a lie. That thing about his injuries, however, felt like bullshit. “Now skip the bullshit. What happened.”

If Orion wanted to hear terrible stories from long ago, Alain would be happy to provide, but right now, he was worried for the young hunter, and he was not going to let him get back to wherever his home was like that. “You know what, you can tell me this once you’re all patched up,” there was no need to talk about this in the middle of a cemetery. It wouldn’t be long before the wind would start to carry ashes their way. “You can get up, kid?”

More people had learned about the scars than Orion had ever wanted. Some by accident, some on purpose. Orion hated seeing their initial reactions. The initial confusing followed by the horrified understanding. The pity. Rio had spent so much of his life in fear of people seeing them. “I couldn’t always skip the trainings” Rio shrugged. That was the core of the scars, wasn’t it? Battle wounds from the trainings his parents had forced him and his sister to endure. Punishments if he didn’t participate. In some ways, skipping the trainings proved to be more harmful than brawling with his twin in the first place.

Alain didn’t force the story out of him. At least not yet. His priority seemed to be the fresh wounds on Orion’s skin. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” Rio wasn’t, but physically he could move. On shaky legs, Rio used the tree to pull him back to his feet, and fell slightly behind Alain as the two walked. He fiddled with the torn sleeves of his hoodie absentmindedly, distracting himself from the pain in his calf and the pit in his stomach. “Do you have an extra shirt I could borrow?” Rio asked, acknowledging that both the hoodie and shirt he had on underneath would be too damaged and blood stained to salvage. At this point, Rio supposed that it didn’t matter if Alain only had a short sleeve to offer. He had already seen the scars. Was there anything left to hide?

“You got all of those only from training?” Alain had trained as a child, but he did not recall having this many scars then. Even after years and years of hunting, he probably did not have as many. The thought made his blood curdle. His parents might have been the way they were, as far as possible from loving, or caring, they at least understood that you did not learn anything through pain and suffering. Obviously, they would have been happy if Alain had ever decided to drop out of hunting, but the hunter’s desire to fit in had always been strong, and to this day, he had yet to find people who made him feel like he belonged. Nic and Kaden did that, in a way, Evelyn did too, in another, and in yet another way, Orion made him feel less lonely, even though their struggle was different. And so, the tone he had used could only tell one thing : he did not believe that training could do that. Not the kind of training he had, at least.

“I’ll give you mine,” it would probably be a lot too large for the boy, but that did not matter much right now. The hunter in his undershirt, handed the plaid shirt to Orion and went to gather his things, kicking at a pile of ash on his way to the mausoleum. Fucking pest. “I’ll get you home, okay? Give you that reading I promised you earlier, and if you want to talk about this, we can talk about this. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. Just know that I can help.”

Orion shrugged at Alain’s question. How else was he supposed to answer that? They both knew the answer. At least, Rio was fairly certain that Alain knew what the both of them were avoiding saying. He grabbed the shirt that Alain shrugged off and handed to him. “Thank you.” Rio held onto the flannel for dear life, using it as an anchor to keep himself from going into full panic mode. “I’ll uh- I don’t want to get blood all over it. So maybe I should like, wait until I can get the wounds washed off.” He didn’t want to ruin Alain’s flannel. From what Rio could tell, he seemed to really like his flannels.

“Seriously? I can still read your books?” Even with the pain Orion was in and the panic he felt, Rio couldn’t help but perk up at the thought of getting a look at Alain’s notes. Vampires weren’t exactly Rio’s specialty, and what he did know about them he wasn’t sure applied to all different types. Learning about the differences would help him decide. “I- Thanks for helping me. I don’t mind talking about it.”

Alain looked over at Orion and shook his head. “I am very well versed in getting blood from clothes. That should be part of hunter training,” he remarked, smiling at the kid a little. There was no need to be grim and sad the whole way back to his place. “Now you put that shirt on and you stop being silly. I’m not afraid to use elbow grease to get stains out,” he explained.

Orion’s reaction to being offered books to read drew a laugh out of the hunter. “That was both incredibly endearing and scary,” Alain admitted. That kid was really committed to gathering knowledge, much like Alain was with fulfilling his duty. “Alright, then why don’t you tell me what you want to tell me.”

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Unicorns exist Felix. And they mean trouble...

Chapter one of ‘New Era.’ A wayhaven Fanfiction Series

Dappled yellow hues filtered through the brown and green leaves that built up the canapé. The golden rays provided soft highlights to the group of four vampires that built up unit Bravo; the new family Detective Otto Tuffin found himself weaved into.

This lazy Sunday afternoon was the break from the storm Otto had dreamed about for the past three years. He lay sprawled out across a fallen log, using Nate’s thighs as a pillow listening to Felix’s hardships from his newest game. Nate occasionally interrupted to identify a bird call and provide some interesting facts.

“As I was left on 1hp the ‘din din din dun dun bleeleleleeee der der dern’ music started playing, it was just my trusty pal left, no items and my rival still had four left!!” Felix rambled, his arms wildly flapping around extenuating each word he dropped, his short curly afro bounced along with his enthusiasm. “but I still had a secret move left! So I clicked ‘last resort and-“

Crash. Branches snapped, rather trees fell, a large flock of birds, Rose-ringed parakeet (Psittacula krameria), took off immediately. Otto flinched up only moments after all the vampires paused to turn to the origin or the disturbance.

“Yeah just like that! I won.” Felix scrambled his words together before Mason and Adam paused their fighting to regroup.

“Shit… what now.” Mason groaned, he stood slouched across a nearby tree, and brushed his thick black wavy hair away from his face as he lit a cigarette. Nate scowled at him, gesturing at the trees around them with his chin, but Mason only sneered back from behind his cloud of smoke.

“We investigate.” Otto ordered.

“We call the agency.” Adam ordered.

“Detective.” Adam glared down at Otto from his 6”2 height, despite the vampire’s towering stance, muscular frame and green eyes of death, the shorter 5’9 lanky frail framed detective only glared back through his circular glasses. “Adam… it could be anything.”

“Exactly!” Adam barked; he brushed his hand through his short blonde hair only narrowing his glare. “Oh so you care about me! Didn’t know you had in you.” Otto teased a snigger now joining his narrowed gaze.

Nate sighed as he watched his boyfriend, and best friend butt heads once more. He stood up to play the role of peacekeeper once again, he stretched the muscles that had cramped up from being seated for so long and went to place a loving arm on both of his fondest companions.

“Why don’t we investigate and call the agency as we walk over, I’ll keep an eye on Otto.”

Otto rolled his grey eyes, but found himself falling into Nate’s warmth, which Nate happily accepted freeing Adam from his arm and reclaiming Otto with both of them.

“Sure you will… Why don’t you both go investigate ea-“ Mason twirled his cigar, a suggestive tone swaggered it’s way over every word he placed.

“Trust me they already did that whilst you two were fighting.” Felix chirped in, gaining a nod of approval from Mason, but the male’s approval nods came to a sudden halt. He took one urgent stride forwards, nose flared, and eyes widened.

“Mason? Are you alright?” Otto questioned, his feathered eyebrows were pinched, Mason was known to get sensory overload easily thanks to his heightened senses. It rare for him to take such interest in a certain scent however… Unless it was out of the ordinary.

“Supernatural.”

“Lets go. Now!” Otto decided, pushing Nate reluctantly back, already marching ahead. Nate scowled looking between all the party members, meeting Adam’s gaze they both shared a look of concern, for different but similar reasons, but mutually agreed it was best to follow the detective without a single spoken word.

Felix jogged on ahead, golden eyes beaming ahead. “And I was just starting to get bored! Oooo I hope it’s a unicorn.” That comment was only returned with an unamused scoff for the leader of the group, Adam.

Pushing aside brambles, stamping over abandoned beer cans, and wincing at the abundant amount of stinging nettles the Detective eventually waded his way through the dense woodland environment, until his eyes fell upon a break in the woodland’s chaos. A clearing. A new clearing. His eyes widened almost as wide as his glasses, not at the unnatural halt in fauna and flora.

But at what lay in the centre. “Nate… You said only humanoid supernatural could fall through the echo portal right.”

“Of course why?- Re gamoto!”

“corniger-equus right?” Otto finally replied after allowing his eyes to take in what he saw. Nate gave him a strong nod, the pair both exchanged excited but looks of concern as they slowly and silently approached the creature… As the other vampires caught up, Nate turned around tapping a finger to his lips before returning with the detective on their investigation.

This message was all but lost with Felix.

“A UNICORN?!” He blurted out, Adam facepalmed, whilst Mason just hissed at Felix covering his ears.

The unicorn staggered up immediately, its ears lay forwards, and it’s nostrils flared, just as quickly as the one-horned-wonder got up it collapsed to the ground in a pained whinny. The spirals leading down its horn started to sparkle, and a blast of concentrated (what Otto could only guess was magic) energy towards unit Bravo. Nate instinctively grabbed Otto crashing him to the floor using himself as a shield whilst the other vampires leapt up out the way into the dense branches.

“Lets leave and let the agency deal with this!” Adam barked, all the vampires nodded in agreement, even though Felix looked reluctant. However, not all of unit bravo was on board, their troublesome human (part harpy) detective was not having it. He shimmied his way out from under Nate’s grasp. “It’s just scared. It will only cause more damage if it’s left feeling hunted!”

“Otter it’s dangerous… but be careful” Nate calmly responded, he sook his head but didn’t leap to stop him, seeing logic in the words he spoke. If anyone was to try and calm down the animal, it would be a detective. If not for his way with animals, but he wasn’t a vampire.

As Nate gave Otto his undivided attention, as the human appeared to be walking in zigzags with his eyes close to the ground, which Nate could only guess was his attempt to mimic a grazing animal he didn’t notice as the rest of the team joined his side. He reluctantly turned to acknowledge them when something caught him off guard.

Adam was shaking. Only slightly. But his companion looked terrified.

“… Not again. How are they back…” Adam mused under his breath. Mason arched a brow. “Who?”

“The rebellion. From 800 years ago.”

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Felix Fierce (Buffy and Angel Fanfiction) Season 1

Episode 2 - The Intake

Warnings: I do not own or claim to own the original content to “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, “Angel”, the comics or any of the original characters from the “Buffyverse” all rights belong to Joss Whedon.

15 plus, displays of Violence, Gore, Torture and Sexual Innuendos, M/M, F/M, F/F.

Into every generation there was a chosen one until a powerful witch called Willow Rosenberg changed the rules forevermore.

No longer would Buffy Summers stand-alone against the vampires the demons and the forces of darkness.

She was the slayer that changed everything but now it’s his turn.

Felix was training within the backroom turned training room within the Scorching Scorchville store as he continued to punch and kick his punchbag, his hits growing harder and harder as he found himself within flashbacks of his vampire ex before until his last hit made the punchbag come of it’s hook and flew across the room harshly hitting the floor as Trix walked into the room.

“If only that punchbag was a vampire although it looks like you may have been picturing it as one particularly a very recent vampire.” Trix said as she walked over to her slayer. “I guess we’re still dealing with the fallout from that.”

“I was thinking maybe I don’t have to kill him I mean there must be some other way Trix something that doesn’t involve me killing the first guy who ever loved me.” Felix replied to his watcher.

“He’s a vampire you’re a slayer enough explanation needed there.” Trix explained to him. “I get when some people first kill someone they know they find it rather difficult but what you got to remember is Thorn isn’t the man you knew he’s nothing more than a monster who will keep killing people until you stop him.”

“I get that I really do I mean I looked into his eyes and the man was gone nothing left but the monster, but he still has the face of the man I love.” Felix admitted. “I never asked for this gig and I certainly didn’t ask to be the guy hunting down my ex just to dust him.”

“Nobody asks to be a slayer, but they would never be called as one if destiny itself didn’t believe they were fit for the job.” Trix told him.

“I best get ready for my other calling,” Felix said, changing the subject. “The one where I go to a school run by my own father now that’s a whole other level of forces of darkness working to screw my life!”

“Are you always going to be this dramatic?” Trix asked while laughing at the eighteen-year-old boy.

“Always.” Felix admitted.

“Look I’m not saying I knew things were going to end badly but I kind of did.” Bryce told Mercy as the two walked down a busy hallway within Scorchville High.

“Well I liked him so I’m still holding up they wind up back together.” Mercy replied. “Besides Felix has been moody distant and very secretive during their split he’s clearly either missing Thorn or began a top-secret torrid affair.”

“Maybe it’s with a teacher that would explain his A in chemistry.” Bryce guessed as the two stopped at Bryce’s locker.

“Please that’s so cliche he’s probably just trying his hardest to hide heartbreak speaking of which has Malerie spoken to you since New Year’s?” Mercy asked Bryce as he opened his locker and pulled out some schoolbooks.

“We decided we’d see other people or that she did one hour into the party.” Bryce revealed. “Now back to Felix if he was going to have a secret romance who do you reckon would be the prime suspect?”

“God, we need to get you a girlfriend.” Mercy laughed at Bryce before they noticed Rick walking towards them both.

“Weird it looks like Mercy and Bryce, but it seems to be missing their third part of the world’s most unhip throuple.” Rick taunted them.

“Rick do you have nothing better to do than go around school looking the next target of your bitchiness?” Mercy asked her high school nemesis.

“Not really no,” Rick admitted before taking a deep sigh. “I kind of need your help in my history class.”

“No chance in hell.” Mercy cackled.

“My parents said they get me a car if my grades started to improve but turns out studying is incredibly dull and draining so I figured considering you have nothing better to do with your life that you could tutor me.” Rick replied to her.

“You do realize when asking for favors your supposed to not be mean right?” Bryce asked Rick.

“I was being as nice as possible hence my restrain in mentioning your god awful taste in clothing it’s like we get it Bryce Kane you’re a straight but it’s 2020 and even straight guys are expected to style themselves with the light on now.” Rick snapped at Bryce before turning his attention back to Mercy. “I really need your help Mercy.”

“What’s in it for me?” Mercy wondered.

“You get to see my stunning smile after I get my dream car.” Rick said before realizing Mercy wasn’t sold. “I’ll pay you.”

“Now we’re talking.” Mercy replied with a smile as Felix made his way over to them.

“Guys I thought we didn’t play with trolls anymore.” Felix said to Mercy and Bryce while delivering a death glare towards Rick.

“Hey Felix, I heard Thorn finally saw sense and dumped you I guess that means he’s single now I wonder if he’s looking for an upgrade.” Rick replied, winding up Felix.

“By all means Rick please do go out with him in fact take him for a bite to eat.” Felix told him knowing nobody but him knew what he meant.

“Please liked I’d ever date somebody called Thorn it’s almost as bad as Felix don’t worry though Felix, I’m sure you going to be dumped many times in future.” Rick mocked him.

“Rick it’s time for you to beat it before I beat you.” Bryce warned him.

“I could take you.” Rick replied getting up in Bryce’s face.

“Rick stop being a prick and leave before I reconsider helping you.” Mercy threatened her redheaded enemy.

“Very well I’ll see you losers in class.” Rick said before walking away.

“Someone please remind me why we let that bitch breathe?” Felix asked Mercy and Bryce.

“How are things on your front?” Bryce questioned Felix. “Have you heard from Thorn?”

“Exes don’t tend to talk.” Felix snapped before realizing he was being harsh. “Sorry it’s been rough.”

“Yeah we figured since you’ve been avoiding us.” Mercy replied.

“I’ve not been avoiding I started working at Scorching Scorchville.” Felix lied. “And trust me when I say the job isn’t pretty.”

“What? No fair I should get to work with the Lance lady.” Mercy moaned.

“So, what inspired this sudden need for getting a job?” Mercy asked Felix as they studied at a desk within the Scorchville High Library.

“Needed a job got a job now I work that job.” Felix replied.

“Okay what’s with this distant and secretive attitude suddenly have Bryce and I done something to piss you off?” Mercy wondered.

“No, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be secretive it’s just my life has kind of got complicated lately and I can’t really explain it.” Felix apologised to his best friend.

“So, what you’re not telling me has it got something to do with how you and Thorn really broke up?” Mercy questioned him.

“Yeah.” Felix admitted.

“Okay you deal with your hangover whatever way you want to but try to remember we’re here and not going anywhere.” Mercy promised.

“Thanks, I love you.” Felix replied.

“I love your shady secretive ass too.” Mercy declared.

“I just hate having to lie to them I mean you said that slayer told her friends the one who changed practically everything so why can’t I tell them?” Felix asked his watcher as they walked down a shady looking street within Scorchville.

“Here I never said you can’t tell anyone we don’t live by the old rules of the watcher’s council anymore I simply said don’t be getting any troublesome teens under my feet because I may just squash them if they become too much of an annoyance.” Trix replied before the two stopped outside a boarded up and run-down house. “Sure, looks like a vampire’s nest.”

“I get their undead and everything but being house proud doesn’t have to die just because you do.” Felix said as he pulled out a wooden stake from his jacket, walked over to the door and kicked it down. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Remember light is your friend right now try to get as much of it in there before you start staking everyone.” Trix shouted as Felix walked into the run-down home.

“Felix isn’t home…again.” Fyre said after opening her front door to find Mercy and Bryce on her doorstep.

“He’s working already, when does he finish?” Bryce asked Felix’s sister.

“Felix doesn’t have a job dad would never allow it he’s archaic in the sense he thinks we should be all school even when we’re not there and fitting in a job between studying is just too radical for the old man.” Fyre scoffed. “He’s just been spending a lot of time with the boyfriend lately.”

“Thorn and Felix broke up weeks ago.” Mercy revealed to her.

“I did wonder why he never showed up for New Year’s Dinner,” Fyre admitted to them both. “So, he’s hiding his breakup to hide his job that makes no sense unless there’s something else he’s hiding.”

“Okay I’m really beginning to think there is another guy on the scene.” Bryce admitted.

“Wouldn’t you guys be the first people to know about that?” Fyre asked Mercy and Bryce. “It’s got to be something juicier than that like an addiction or escorting.”

“I think we’d know if he was having addiction problems and Felix is way too much a romantic to make people pay for escorting services.” Mercy told Fyre before turning to look at Bryce. “What if he’s seeing someone we don’t like?”

“Rick Star,” Fyre guessed. “They two were way too close before they became bitter rivals maybe they’re hooking up and that’s why he dumped Thorn. Nah, that would make no sense because one of us would’ve heard from Thorn by now.”

“True.” Mercy agreed. “Why haven’t we heard or seen Thorn since the breakup?”

“Okay consider myself intrigued I say we go to Thorn’s house and interrogate him until we find out what the hell’s going on.” Fyre said as she walked onto the doorstep closing her door behind her.

“We should probably respect Felix’s privacy.” Mercy reluctantly suggested. “He won’t be happy with us.”

“He’s never happy with me anyway so I’ll go do the snooping.” Fyre said, volunteering herself.

“Well see you’re the bad cop and interrogations also need a good cop.” Bryce replied. “I better come with you to complete the dynamic duo.”

“If you two are going to go I guess I’ll have to follow suit you know for damage control or whatever story Felix will buy.” Mercy decided.

“What took you so bloody long?” Trix asked Felix after he walked out of the rundown house covered in dust with his clothes stained with blood that wasn’t his.

“It was like a very violent game of hide and seek with the undead.” Felix replied as he walked over to the watcher. “Add a little bit of light and they act like hairy assed children.”

“Thankfully your done now,” Trix said while looking up in the sky towards the sunset “As we don’t have much daylight left.”

“I guess this means you want me to go patrolling at the local cemeteries and other vampire hot spots.” Felix guessed correctly. “I’ll go home and change soon don’t ask me how I’m going to explain blood stained clothes to my father but I’m sure I’ll come up with something.”

“Speaking of patrolling have you seen the vampire ex since that night?” Trix asked her slayer.

“Thankfully that’s a big fat no!” Felix revealed.

“Have you check in on his relatives and friends they tend to be the vampire’s main targets after first turning?” Trix questioned him.

“No but that kind of information would’ve been useful when he first turned now, I’ve got to go check up on if my ex killed his parents.” Felix moaned. “I’m sure that won’t be awkward either they’ve not seen or heard their son in weeks or I’m about to find their dead bodies and considering I’ve not heard from them or the police I’m going to go with death bodies.”

“On the bright side at least, you won’t have to make awkward small talk.” Trix replied.

“Aren’t you supposed to care more?” Felix asked her.

“Being a watcher is simply just a job for me as is running Scorching Scorchville although one definitely pays better than the other caring about people makes it too personal and why bother when your shelf life is as short as a dog’s.” Trix admitted. “Don’t get me wrong you’re a great kid and I expect we’re going to do great thing’s together but I’m not going to tear up because some people I don’t even know are dead.”

“Oh well here goes nothing.” Fyre said as her, Bryce and Mercy stood in front of Thorn’s front door as day was now night, before Fyre knocked on the door only for it to open by itself.

“Hello!” Bryce shouted into the house only to hear no response.

“I mean is it really breaking and entering if the place is open?” Fyre asked Mercy and Bryce.

“Yeah I’m pretty sure it is.” Mercy replied. “However, if there’s a computer, tablet, laptop or even a phone left inside to have a quick look at searching history nobody would even have to know we were snooping.”

“Providing we don’t get caught and end up in jail.” Bryce told them, clearly uncertain of what they were about to do next.

“It’s Scorchville County Jail how bad could it really be.” Fyre scoffed before walking into the house, Bryce and Mercy quickly following her in.

“Has Thorn’s house always been this spooky or am I just being para?” Bryce asked to no answer as the three of them walked into the living room of Thorn’s family home only to be left terrified by Thorn’s parents’ lifeless and bloodied bodies lying on the floor with the entire room covered in their blood.

“Okay I’m beginning to think we should stop snooping now.” Mercy said to them both before turning around only for all three of them to scream to see Thorn now standing in front of them.

“Thorn what the hell happened here?” Fyre asked her brother’s ex-boyfriend. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry about your parents.”

“Don’t be sorry after all I’m the one who killed them.” Thorn laughed before turning his face into vampire mode. “But it’s okay as you guys are next.”

Fyre, Bryce and Mercy stood there frozen by their fear until Felix came smashing through the window shattering the glass in the process as he landed on both feet once more and quickly put himself in front of his friends and sister, protecting them from his vampiric ex.

“I told you guys not to snoop!” Felix snapped at Fyre, Bryce and Mercy before turning his attention to Thorn. “You really aren’t the same person anymore.”

“I’m not even a person.” Thorn cackled before charging towards Felix who quickly swung his fist and punched the vampire in the face before delivering several more punches and jumping mid air to kick him in the face sending the vampire flying into the hallway and crashing onto the floor.

“Okay Felix what the bloody hell is going on?” Fyre screamed in both fear and confusion.

“Thorn’s a vampire now and I’m a slayer.” Felix answered his sister before running into the hallway to find Thorn had vanish. “Damn it I guess dusting that vamp will have to wait for another night.”

“What exactly is a slayer?” Bryce asked as he, Mercy and Fyre followed Felix into the hallway. “And how long have you known your boyfriend was a vampire.”

“Since New Year’s which is also when I learned about the slayer business it’s been a whole thing.” Felix replied.

“This is so not what I was expecting your secret to be why can’t you just be sleeping with a teacher or god even Rick Star.” Mercy complained to Felix.

“Rick Star?” Felix laughed.

“So, vampires’ demons and the forces of darkness really do exist.” Bryce said in shock while he, Mercy and Felix sat at the end of Felix’s bed.

“And slayers, witches, werewolves the lot.” Felix replied.

“Kind of makes sense what doesn’t make sense though is Thorn killing his own parents.” Mercy admitted to them both.

“I know,” Felix said with a sad tone in his voice. “But he has no soul anymore he’s just a bloodthirsty monster that sooner or later I’m going to have to put down.”

“Why has it got to be you?” Mercy asked him.

“Because I’m the slayer albeit not the only slayer in the world but the only slayer in this town and it’s up to me to protect my home.” Felix answered. “Besides despite hunting my ex being the slayer kind of feels right like it’s what I’m supposed to be doing which my watcher Trix says plays into that whole destiny part of being a slayer.”

“Hold up so Trix Lance the owner of Scorching Scorchville is in on all this too?” Mercy said with excitement. “I knew she was awesome from the first time I saw her, but this is a whole new level of wacky.”

“Yeah,” Felix laughed.

“So, you’re the slayer, we’re friends of the slayer and your ex is a vampire.” Bryce told Felix. “Where do we go from here?”

A few hours passed and Bryce and Mercy eventually went home after full out interrogating Felix about all things slayer related and Felix found himself sitting on his bed by himself looking through the photos of him and Thorn deleting them one by one as tears began forming in his eyes till he heard a knock at the door.

“I’m just going to bed!” He shouted before Fyre walked in. “Look I’m all talked out about slayer stuff I’ll fill you in come morning.”

“It’s okay I’ve watched enough horrors to get the rough idea of what’s going down and the rest I’ll either google or hit you up for later.” Fyre replied to her older brother as she walked across his room to sit down next to Felix. “I’m here to check up on you I know you loved him.”

“I really did.” Felix cried. “But I’ll be okay.”

“I know you will.” Fyre said before giving her brother a hug. “But for now, it’s okay to not be okay.”

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Forever, You Said | Chap 01-03 Re-cap

The following is a complete breakdown/re-cap of everything that’s happened so far during the first 3 chapters of Forever, You Said.

A Blackened Heart

A Vampire’s Heart

A Blackened Soul

I wanted to make this re-cap so that we’re all on the same page for when I upload the next chapter once its done and thoroughly proof-read. (I swear that I’m trying to finish it BEFORE the comeback this upcoming Friday, guys T_T the same goes for Lunatic High...).

So! without further a-do!

Chap 01: A Blackened Heart (Jungkook)

The day is October 13th

For high-spirited and independent tattoo artist, Jeon Jungkook, life had always been about living in the moment. Never letting anything and anyone tie him down and conform to the concept of “time” that everyone around him lived by. But all of that will change one autumn afternoon when a mysterious customer enters the parlor with a special request for a tattoo.

Park Jimin.

At first Jungkook is taken aback by Jimin’s ethereal beauty with his aqua blue hair, smokey colored eyes and slightly childish yet endearing soul, but as the afternoon progresses into night with the two enjoying each other’s company as they work together on Jimin’s tattoo. Something in the older male awakens a strange feeling within Jungkook that he has never experienced before along with a feeling of dread making him second guess every single one of his life’s choices when the topic of family comes up and Jungkook confesses that he hasn’t seen his own parents in over a year due to work. Treating the matter as something insignificant until Jimin tells him:

“You should go see them soon. Time… waits for no one.”

The sentiment, though harmless, only drives Jungkook to mull further into feelings of self-doubt until a single moment of eerie tension and letting his guard down has him tangled against Jimin’s lips in a passionate kiss and vividly sexual hallucinations. Everything comes crashing down to a chilling halt when he pulls away only to see that Jimin’s eyes are glowing crimson and there’s blood on his lips.

Horrified by what he’s seeing, Jungkook tries to snap out of it but finds that he’s unable to move. Jimin reassures that he means no harm to him, but Jungkook without knowing what he’s referring to quickly rejects him.

The last thing he remembers is Jimin’s voice telling him to sleep before he blacks out only to awake the following day at the tattoo parlor as if nothing happened, but Jungkook is still unable to shake off those feelings and wonders if all of it was just a bad dream triggered by over working himself past his limit until he finds a note Jimin left behind, apologizing for what he made him go through even though he knows Jungkook may never want to see him again.

The chapter ends with Jungkook falling to his knees in a whirldwind of mixed emotions plaguing his very being.

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Chapter 02: A Vampire’s Heart (Jimin)

Fast forward to October 25th, this chapter opens with a scene of Jimin alone in Achasan summit silently recalling some lost memories of an old love when suddenly he is joined and greeted warmly by another person.

…or rather a vampire, like himself and heir to the Vampire Kingdom in S. Korea, Kim Seokjin.

Meanwhile, Jungkook’s nights are still being plagued with vivid nightmares and erotic dreams of Jimin that sometimes make no sense even to him. We learn that it has been exactly twelve days since the events that took place at the tattoo parlor between him and Jimin. For which Jungkook still doesn’t know if Jimin was real or not since the beginning.

We also learn that he now bears a similar tattoo to the one he made for Jimin, of a butterfly trapped inside a moon but with colors that remind him of the blue haired male.

The scene changes to somewhere in Hannam where Jimin is arriving at his apartment with Seokjin (who owns the building and helped accommodate him upon his return from Malta where he has been living for more than 60 years). We are also introduced to Taehyung as Jimin’s best friend and a werewolf. Though despite the heartwarming reunion, Seokjin is troubled as he remembers a call he received from Hoseok on the same night Jimin ended up meeting Jungkook at the parlor in Gangnam and the negative effect that meeting had in him to the point of ‘hunting’ again instead of feeding off blood being provided for him. An issue that seemed to have taken place as well years ago when Jimin lost his partner.

Fast forward to a month later (sometime in November). We see Jungkook on the phone with his mother. We learn that the chronic dreams/nightmares took a heavy toll on Jungkook’s life resulting in his boss, Namjoon, having to (forcefully) sending him off on an extended vacation to rest and recover. Though scared of this meaning an ultimatum on his job, Jungkook eventually sees it as an opportunity to catch up with his family by traveling to Busan, returning with a renewed strength to get his life back on track. But all progress of recovery crumbles when his mother mentions Jimin’s name by stating that Jungkook would mumble his name in his sleep quite often. Once again making Jungkook question the boundaries between reality and fantasy as well as his desperate need to see Jimin again.

Time passes, it is now Saturday, December 16th. Jimin is shown practicing alone for a special performance during the annual Vampire Ball to be held in mid December to celebrate Taehyung & Seokjin’s birthdays. We learn through a brief flashback that it took the duo some work persuading Jimin into participating in the ball, meanwhile Jimin is still hell-bent on leaving Korea again after the party.

Meanwhile in Gangnam Jungkook is back to working at the parlor and things seem to have “gone back to normal” for everyone. Just then two men suddenly enter the parlor to leave some flyers for a party, making Jungkook suspicious of them until Namjoon recognizes and greets the pair as his longtime friends, Hoseok and Taehyung.

Jungkook meanwhile decides to let his hyung handle it while he goes back to work. However, a few minutes in he begins to have this horrible sense of deja vú when he notices that one of Namjoon’s friends, Taehyung, has stayed behind observing the shop instead of following the other two elsewhere. Despite the initial tension, the two engage in small chatter over some of the designs on the wall but when Taehyung notices Jungkook’s tattoo on his forearm that resembles Jimin’s, the scene changes like flipping a switch but before it can get any further they are interrupted by Hoseok and Namjoon coming out of the back office. Causing the two to put some distance between them and though there is calm, the moment that Hoseok mentions Jimin’s name out loud it is Taehyung who makes a move to gather his mate and leave the parlor before Jungkook can start making questions.

Outside in the parking lot Hoseok corners and forces Taehyung into telling him what happened inside the parlor until his mate confesses to have recognized Jungkook. The guy Jimin had interacted with. Hoseok questions how can this be, since Jimin himself told them that he took care of Jungkook that night, Taehyung in turn explains that Jimin only said that to him and Seokjin to prevent them from going after Jungkook to sever the loose ends, but that Taehyung knew he was still alive.

On cue, Jungkook appears in the parking lot after having followed them over. Surprised by his presence, Taehyung goes on the defensive and jumps over Hoseok, shifting into a wolf in the process to pin Jungkook against the ground so as to stop him from getting close to them.

Faced with this unexpected turn of events, Jungkook lays frozen in fear expecting the worse when someone else comes to his defense. Succeeding in getting Taehyung off of him. His savior is none other than Namjoon.

Recognizing this as a loosing and unnecessary battle, Hoseok and Taehyung begin to retreat when Jungkook begs them not to until they tell him about Jimin. Seeing that Jungkook means no real harm to them, Hoseok agrees to answer whatever questions he might have but soon realizes that Jungkook has no idea Jimin is a vampire yet is desperate to see him.

The scene ends with Hoseok and Namjoon making a deal. Namjoon will be in charge of telling Jungkook the truth about everything and if and ONLY IF by the end of hearing said truth he still wants to see Jimin, he will be allowed to attend the Vampire Ball where the two will reunite.

If not, Namjoon must kill him.

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Chapter 03: A Blackened Soul

The chapter opens up at Namjoon’s house somewhere at the outskirts of Seoul.

By now Namjoon has revealed to Jungkook the basics of the back story and thus exposing himself as a thousand year old warlock who has known the group for many years. Jungkook, though upset that his friend and boss has kept so many secrets from him since they met, is awfully calmed about the situation.

But what spikes his curiosity to the max is an old photograph he finds in one of the shelves in the living room, dating back to the 1950s that shows Namjoon in the company of 5 other individuals. Three which he recognizes as Taehyung, Hoseok and of course Jimin. The five names signed in the back of the photograph shed more light on who the remaining two are.

Yet the one that calls his attention the most is the man by Jimin’s side and who seems to be intimately close to him.

Min Yoongi.

Sensing his intent, Namjoon asks Jungkook how much he wants to know. To which Jungkook declares:

“Everything.”

Meanwhile in Hannam Hoseok’s in a late night meeting with Seokjin at his and Taehyung’s shared apartment. Updating the older vampire on the events that transpired that day. We also know that he and Taehyung had a fight upon returning home which resulted in Taehyung walking out to spend time with Jimin to blow off some steam.

Seokjin analyzes the situation and wisely tells Hoseok of the pros and cons of the deal he made with Namjoon. And to prepare for any possible case scenario unfolding before or after the ball.

Meanwhile at Jimin’s apartment a few floors down, he and Taehyung are bonding over movie night. But at some point Taehyung is unable to concentrate on the movie as his mind keeps replaying what happened at Namjoon’s tattoo parlor with Jungkook. Caught in between wanting to see Jimin happy or risk having him live through another deception and heartache that could take the smaller vampire away from him just like it happened years prior.

Being in tune with his beloved friend and soulmate’s emotions, Jimin asks him what was wrong while secretly hiding his own troubled thoughts after picking up a familiar scent on Taehyung’s body that reminds him of Jungkook. Yet tries to ignore it. By now it is clear that neither of them had been paying attention to the movie so Jimin shuts it off, both now painfully aware of the tension between them when Taehyung suddenly asks:

“If by some strange turn of events, a change of heart… One day you find yourself walking down the street and ran into Jungkook again… What will you do then?”

For some reason the question sparks Jimin’s anger as he confronts Taehyung, accusing him of tracking down Jungkook even when he had specifically asked him NOT TO.

Taehyung of course denies the claim and insists to know Jimin’s answer to his previous question, but Jimin replies by saying that there is nothing to answer. To which Taehyung counters by stating that the smaller vampire trembles at the sound of Jungkook’s name as if insinuating that he still has hopes of seeing him again.

The two then share a moment, silently contemplating on all their past lives together throughout the centuries as friend, partners in crime and lovers. But the moment is short-lived as Jimin harshly reminds Taehyung that all of that is in the past and they must now live in the present where Taehyung is mated to Hoseok for life, while Jimin must continue and move on alone. Acknowledging that Jungkook simply will not return and that he had no intention on waiting for him

“Not again…”

This statement angers Taehyung for comparing Jungkook to the lover that once hurt and abandoned Jimin all those years ago. Something that he voices out loud before storming out of his apartment.

Now alone with his thoughts and after a quick feeding on blood units. Jimin reasons with himself and makes it a final decision to leave Korea for good right after the ball. So without further delay, begins packing early when an object falls from his backpack which he recognizes as a photograph of him and his former lover, Yoongi.

He stares at the photograph for a few minutes thinking back on everything they shared together before walking out into the balcony burn it and with it, the memory and feelings left in his heart.

At the same time back at Namjoon’s place. The warlock begins telling Jungkook what little bits of his own past that he remembers, how he was fooled into making a pact that granted him not only his powers, but his immortality as well. Consequentially sacrificing the lives of the people he was supposed to protect. This of course eventually led him to isolate himself from everything and everyone until one day, vampire royalty Kim Seokjin, walked into his life to offer him a chance to see the world through a new set of eyes. Which of course he accepts, thinking that he had nothing left to loose.

Involving the two in a strange on and off co-dependent relationship throughout the many decades until he finally met the others during the 1800s-mid 1900s and eventually all of them parted ways sometime during mid 1950s after the group photo that Jungkook found was taken.

There’s a brief pause when Namjoon moves to sit under a window to smoke and give Jungkook some time to digest every detail of the story he has been told for the past hours of the night.

What Jungkook doesn’t realize in time, however, is that Namjoon is secretly poisoning him through whatever the hell he’s smoking and only barely catches on the minute that he becomes weak and lightheaded. But refusing to go down so easily, Jungkook stands and immediately demands to at least know who Min Yoongi was and his connection to Jimin.

To his astonishment Namjoon reveals that the reason why he will never meet Yoongi to know from his own mouth is because he’s dead. Yet continues on to explain that he and Jimin were once lovers, but that Jimin “lost him” two years after the group photo was taken under strange circumstances that are still unknown even to them. The episode was apparently so traumatizing that Seokjin had Jimin secluded to prevent him from killing humans indiscriminately after being so overcome with anger and sorrow from his loss.

This last bit of information shocks Jungkook to the core as he is unable to imagine Jimin being the type to just kill without reason and for a moment his faith wavers thinking that maybe he truly knew nothing about Jimin and perhaps his attraction was simply a side effect of his vampiric dark gift. Until he begins to recall the letter Jimin left for him to find at the parlor the following morning. How sincere his words had sounded even after confessing that his initial intentions were to prey on him, but gradually changed his mind after finding a kindred soul in Jungkook.

Someone who shared his pain and loneliness.

With this resolve in mind Jungkook confidently tells Namjoon that he’s ready and wants to see Jimin again.

“I don’t care what he is; I don’t care what or who he used to be before that night. I need to see him again in order to set things right.”

Pleased with his answer, Namjoon agrees to help him reunite with Jimin and offers Jungkook a drink to celebrate the occasion but the latter looses consciousness afterwards.

That night Jungkook has numerous confusing dreams that he can’t quite tell if they’re really dreams or someone else’ memories. Only that when he awakens he’s not only back at his apartment (specifically lying on the bathroom floor), but also discovers that he’s been out cold for nearly 24 hours.

A New Message arrives at his phone from an Unknown Number that simply read: “You are cordially invited.” And upon opening it his suspicions are confirmed.

[Greetings, Jeon Jungkook.

You have been exclusively invited to the annual Vampire Ball

Saturday, December 15th - @ Paju, SK.

Inside the City Hall building of English Village.

Doors open at 7pm

The theme is ‘masquerade’.

Your attendance is highly anticipated, don’t be late.]

Overjoyed by this achievement, Jungkook excitedly awaits for the day of the ball and the chance to see Jimin again.

A final timeskip takes us to Saturday, December 15th - Night of the Ball. Where the last minute preparations are taking place inside the City Hall with Seokjin’s watchful eyes.

Meanwhile, Jimin and Taehyung have by now reconciled from their last argument and are now getting ready, along with Hoseok, for the night’s special events.

There is a moment right after Taehyung leaves to a different room to finish his own preparations where we see Hoseok battling with his own inner turmoil and guilt for everything that happened to Jimin in the past and recently. As he used to be close to his late lover, Yoongi, with whom he had plotted to separate Taehyung and Jimin in order to give Yoongi an advantage to keep Jimin for himself. Knowing full well that Yoongi was a walking time-bomb due to a tragic past and it would resurface any minute.

To this day, Hoseok is still unable to forgive himself for what happened even though Jimin had forgiven him a long time ago.

The final scene of this chapter shows Namjoon and Jungkook on their way to the ball. With Jungkook asking Namjoon why he hadn’t revealed much of Jimin’s story the way he had done for the others. To which Namjoon retorts:

“Well, perhaps you’ll be able to ask him that question yourself tonight when you meet again.”

The scene closes with Jungkook looking out the window as they near the venue with a heavy heart and wondering if Jimin will just as glad to see him.

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years

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Half Blood, Whole Heart: Part 23

Pairings: Jax x Reader, sister Winchester!reader- SOA/SPN Crossover

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst.

Word Count: 2,087

A/N: So I decided to repost my novel- the story that someone stole from my old blog and put up on Wattpad. PLEASE don’t be an asshole and steal my stories. It CRUSHED me when it happened and almost ran me off Tumblr.

Half Blood, Whole Heart Masterlist Aesthetic by @ravenangel33

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“Who’s swinging first, Jax or Dean.” You looked up from the blood drenched rounds you and Sam were loading into magazines with gloved fingers and looked at your brother. Dean was going through his own training session with Jax and Opie while you all waited for Jody to come back from recon. You shook your head and looked back down.

“Neither. Jax knows how mad I would be if he hit Dean unprovoked and so does Dean. Ope might. While Dean and him were friends when he lived with me, Ope sees Jax as a brother. Best friends since childhood. I’ve seen that man break another man’s jaw with one punch for talking shit to Jax at the club.” Sam’s eyebrows flew to his hair line and he chuckled as he leaned closer to you.

“Shit… maybe he should swing first. Knock Dean off his high horse for a bit.”

“Bro, I would pay money to see that.” You joked as you loaded the last round.

“Dean! Be nice to your brother-in-law and his friend.” Jody snapped in her ‘mom-voice’ as she walked back up the path. Dean went to interject and she held her hand up. “They both look like they can handle themselves. Don’t need you up their asses.” You and Sam both snorted laughter as you took the full magazine from Sam and pulled your rifle toward you.

“Shut up.” Dean snapped at you and your brother.

“Do I need to mom-voice you, too, De?” You teased as you shut the tailgate of your truck and threw your gloves into the back.

“Don’t push it.” Knowing he hated to be ganged up on, you smiled at your oldest brother and bowed your head toward him in surrender.

“Alright. Three entrances; front and right side and an open loft. It’s pretty high up.” Jody informed everyone as they picked up their weapons.

“High, as in two, six foot four guys can’t push you and (Y/N) up there?” Dean asked.

“It may be a slight stretch.” The oldest Winchester nodded slowly before looking around.

“Alright. Jax and I on the side, Sam and Ope take front. Get the girls in the loft first then throw a rock or something toward the side. 5 count and go in.” All of you nodded in agreement as something began to irk you. Your brow furrowed and you shook your head.

“Something is off…” You said as the group started heading toward the barn.

“You know, it really weirds me out when you do that so don’t.” Dean said; far past brother mode at this point. Jax waited to walk with you and you shook your head.

“Just, stay close to Dean. I can’t…” With a small nodded, he shushed you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“I know. It’s gunna be alright. I’ll be careful.” You nodded as you cocked the rifle in your hands and tried to ignore the annoying twist in the pit of your stomach. As the barn came into view, you forced yourself into hunter mode. Dean and Jax headed toward the right side of the barn quickly as Sam and Opie ran in front of the doors and made a cradle with their hands.

“Go first and find a spot. I’ll pass this up.” Jody whispered as she took your rifle. You nodded and stepped into their hands. At the end of a whispered three count, you were hoisted into the air. You grabbed the edge of the loft easily, heaved yourself up and took a look around. The decrepit building was dimly lit by the sun slanting through broken spots in the wood paneling. The platform you were standing on was short and while you could see a lot of the barn below you, you couldn’t see a single vamp.

“Looks empty.” You whispered as you crouched down and reached out of the open door to grab your gun. Your senses were on high alert as you laid it down next to you when suddenly, someone ‘tisking’ you from the shadows behind you sent ice water through your veins.

“Don’t remember ordering take out but I’ll never turn down a free meal.” You grabbed your rifle and spun toward the sound as the loft doors slammed closed behind you; trapping you in darkness. Your heart stopped as your eyes fought to adjust.

“Now! Go now!” You screamed as the woman’s footsteps ran toward you at an inhuman speed. You thanked God for your fast reflexes as you fired off a round into the unknown before you. You heard a female scream as the body hit the ground. The doors flew open below you with a bang, but as the barn was filled with light, you instantly wished for the darkness again. With giant, fang filled smiles, at least 6 vampires came out of the shadows and advanced toward you. Without thinking, you stood up and ran forward.

“Someone catch me!” You shouted as you leapt out of the loft with your rifle clutched to your chest. Jax had only seconds to get under you and you both collapsed to the ground from the impact.

“I am not OK with that.” He gasped as vampires appeared to pour out of the wood work; dancing along the shadows on the edge of the barn and leaping down from the loft.

“Yea, no fucking kidding.” The barn turned into gory chaos as the five members of the hunting party stood in a circle of sunlight around you, attacking vamp after vamp as they lunged toward the group. The sound of blood curdling screams and shouted directions were muted by explosive gun fire. You fired round after round at every vamp you could to slow the monsters down; the power of your rifle and the close proximity doing a lot more good than originally expected.

The bloody fight felt like it lasted forever as more and more vamps fought to kill their next big meal. Your pulse pounded in your ears as you fought to stay alive and to keep your family safe. When the last stumbling vamp hit the ground; his body a good six inches away from it’s now rolling head, you cycled the last empty shell casing of your last round.

“Jax, get her out of here. We’ll clear it.” Dean said as he pat Opie’s arm and pointed toward the stairs. Your husband didn’t wait to be told twice as he grabbed your arm and spun you toward the door. He took your rifle for you as he guided you up the path next to him in an adrenaline fueled fog. It took almost a full minute before the severity of how close of a call that was fully hit you.

“Jax…” You whispered as your stomach turned; the reality that you were seconds away from losing your life and your sons twisting in you like a knife. You ripped your arm out of his grip and he turned around as you threw up. You barely heard the clatter of the weapons he was carrying fall to the ground over the sound.

“It’s alright, babe. It’s over.” He soothed as he pulled your hair out of the way. You shook your head as tears began to pour.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” You sobbed between heaves; the guilt of agreeing to this hunt in the first place eating away at you. He didn’t say a word as he stood by your side; checking for any injuries or bites and gently rubbing your back until your stomach finally settled. Once you were done, he handed you the bloody weapons and picked you up bridal style to carry you back to the truck.

“I’m not sorry so you shouldn’t be either. They would be dead if we hadn’t shown up. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like how it went down and so help me, I will tie your ass to a chair if you ever think you are hunting while your pregnant again. But end of the day, we did our job and we are both OK.” You nodded wordlessly as he put you down next to the truck. You tossed your gun and the machete into the bed of the truck, not paying any mind to the blood that drenched them and your body. You heard the flick of Jax’s zippo and you looked over at him. You took in his blood soaked clothes and the small bits of flesh and blood in his hair and short beard and a small bubble of laughter broke your upset mood.

“You look like a horror movie victim.” He smiled around his cigarette and pointed at you.

“You don’t look much better, babe.” With a small shrug, you reached out and quickly snatched his cigarette; dancing out of reach as you took a drag.

“I almost died.” You said as you handed him back the cigarette. “I call that grounds for a drag, pregnant or not.” You walked back and dropped the tailgate of the truck.

“I will say this… that was one epic jump.” You giggled as he sat down next to you.

“Sorry, if I hurt you.” He shook his head and exhaled as he handed you the cigarette.

“You didn’t. Knocked the wind out of me though.” You passed him back the cigarette and smiled as you looked over at him.

“Do you realize we both literally fell for each other?” He smiled and leaned over to give you a chaste kiss.

“Had to make it cheesy.” You laughed and laid your head on his shoulder as he took your hand in his.

“I thought it was a cute sentiment, thank you.” You could hear Jody’s voice coming up the path and you picked your head up to look over at them.

“Final count was twenty-two vamps.” Sam called out as they headed toward you looking just as battle worn as you and Jax. “Winchester family record.”

“You guys OK?” Ope asked as he pulled out his smokes and lit one.

“Yea, we’re good. Little shell shocked.” You responded as Jax got off the tailgate. You could see the anger in his eyes and you quickly stuck your leg out to keep him back and prevent a fight.

“Look, I’m glad everyone’s all good and shit worked out, but I need this to be said officially. Do not call (Y/N) for a hunt while she’s pregnant again. That was way to fucking close and when she says shit feels off, listen to her. She does that shit all the time and she’s always right.”

“No, totally agreed.” Sam said quickly as he purposely took a step forward in front of Dean who you both knew was quick to pop off when he was confronted. “I made a poor judgement call and it won’t happen again.” You reached out and grasped Jax’s shirt sleeve to pull off your guard dog.

“Hey, let’s just go back to Bobby’s, get cleaned up, have a few beers and call it a night. Call to check up on Lyla and Tommy and have Crowley come check the baby?” You suggested to the group as you used your legs to turn Jax away from your brothers.

“I already called Cas for that. He’s gunna meet us at Bobby’s.” Dean said as he walked over to the Impala and popped open the trunk. You rolled your eyes at your brother’s disliking for the demon but didn’t say anything.

“Well thank you all for your help. You guys have a good night; I have a hot bath, Netflix and a bottle of red calling my name. Keep in touch, boys.” You all said by to Jody as you jumped off the tailgate and snapped it closed.

“Be nice.” You scolded softly as Jax lead you to the cab. He laughed as he opened the door.

“That was nice.” You climb in next to Opie who chuckled as he tossed his cigarette butt out the window.

“That’s Jax nice.” He said as your husband got in behind you. Your friend looked you over with concern. “Are you OK though, really? That was a pretty far jump.”

“Brotha… she literally fell for me.” Jax said as he started the truck as the Impala roared to life next to you.

“Really? You call me cheesy and then steal my line?” He shrugged as he got on the main road behind the Impala.

“It’s a cute sentiment.”

Part 24

#Jax x Reader #Half Blood Whole Heart #SOA/SPN Crossover

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make-me-imagine · 7 years

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Prompts: “I think my fangs are coming loose” and “I do not take Halloween too seriously”

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Gender: Any/Neutral Triggers: None Words: 1,555

You can request from any of these three autumn/Halloween prompt lists

Dean tapped his foot impatiently as he waited outside your room for you. Your most recent case had brought you to a college town. There was a monster hunting people and kidnapping them during parties. Their bodies would be missing different body parts. And since it was October, every single party was a costume party. The perfect hunting grounds for a not so human looking monster. You decided it would be best if you blended in. Well, actually you just really wanted to dress up but whatever.

As you opened the door you stepped out proudly “Tada!” you said, holding your arms out in a dramatic fashion, making your cape whoosh around you.

“A vampire? Seriously?” Dean said, trying to hide is amusement

“What? It was all they had left at the costume store. Don’t you like it?” you asked, feigning sadness.

Dean rolled his eyes at you “You look fine. But I seriously doubt you had to dress up for this” he said walking away from you and towards Sam who was watching you amused. “Now, are you ready to go? I wanna get this over with”

“Yeah yeah I’m ready, party-pooper” you said the last part under your breath, which Dean still heard, you stuck your tongue out at your boyfriend as he gave you a warning look.

When you arrived at the party you got out of the car immediately, waiting impatiently for the brothers “Come on guys hurry!” you said looking excitedly around the decorated area.

“You do know we are hunting a dangerous murdering monster right, and not going trick or treating?” Dean said walking around the car.

You gave him a side eye “Just because we are working doesn’t mean we can’t have fun while we are doing it” you said walking off into the crowd

“Y/n!” Dean said trying to stop you from disappearing into the crowd

“They’ll be fine Dean, just let them have some fun. We can work the case” Sam said, amused at Dean’s obvious protectiveness towards you.

After dancing around the party, you did manage to keep an eye out for any suspicious activity. You thought you saw the monster once, as he drug away a women, but as you followed you found out it was just a couple eager to get away from the party.

As you walked around with punch in your hand you saw Sam and Dean standing by a table, talking to a student dressed as a mummy.

You approached just as the mummy sauntered off, giggling as he tripped over his own bandages “Did he know anything?”

“Kind of” Sam began “That was one of the friends of the first victim, they remember seeing their friend dancing with someone wearing a gold mask and dark robes, a similar description to what the third victim’s friend say they saw” he said while his eyes grazed over the crowd.

“Right, dark robes and a mask” you said looking around, immediately spotting three people with similar costumes “That should be easy” you said sarcastically. “You know, why wouldn’t a monster just use their regular face? I mean they would still blend in, why use a mask?”

“Maybe they look normal enough, it could be a witch” Dean said

“True. There are plenty of spells that require human body parts” you said still watching people.

“Well no matter what reason, we need to start looking, before someone gets taken. Unless they already have” Sam said before walking into the crowd.

You stood next to Dean for a moment. Sighing you started messing with your fake teeth “I think my fangs are coming loose”

Dean looked down at you “You really take this Halloween stuff seriously don’t you?” he chuckled at the glare you gave him

“I do not take Halloween too seriously” you said

“Uh-huh” he said not convinced “Alright, let’s split up, you got your phone right?”

“Yep” you answered

“Good, call or text me if you see anything” he said watching you

“Got it” you said before wandering into the crowd again.

After another thirty minutes of nothing, you started to think that the monster already took someone, and you guys just missed it. But just as you started to loose faith your eyes fell onto a figure approaching you.

Tall, dark robes, wearing a gold mask that resembled a bull. Smiling at the person as they approached you tried to remain calm “Nice costume” you said taking a sip of your drink “What are you suppose to be?”

Instead of speaking they just reached out their hand for you to take, you figured they wanted to dance. Just like they did with the previous victims. Deciding this was your best chance to catch them you took their hand. As they led you into a mass of people you took your phone out, and while the monster was looking away you sent Dean a text.

“Monster with me” Dean read on his phone, immediately scanning the crowd for you, but cursed under his breath when he couldn’t find you.

“Where?” Dean sent back

You felt your phone vibrate, but before you could response the monster spun around, taking you into a dancing stance. You just hoped Dean or Sam would find you before the song ended.

While Dean was walking through the crowds of people he spotted Sam “Sam!” he yelled, getting his brothers attention.

When he got to Sam he showed him the text “Have you seen y/n?”

Sam looked around “No” he said, his voice stressed.

As they quickly walked through the crowd looking for you Dean tried to call you, hoping you would pick up.

As your phone rang the monsters hands tightened around yours, not allowing you to answer. As you continued to dance you felt yourself grow tired. Trying to focus you realized that as you made eye contact, the black eyes you thought were part of the mask were in fact the monsters actual eyes under the mask. You found yourself not able to look away, and swore you heard whispering coming from behind the mask. It was a witch.

As you felt your body moving without your permission, the masked figure started to lead you out of the crowd. You tried to pull away but couldn’t. You’re body was being controlled by the witch.

Dean was starting to worry even more when you didn’t answer his calls. But just as he started to grow more desperate he saw your back disappear behind a building. Quickly running towards you he managed to catch Sam’s eye, who quickly followed.

As you walked into a darkened alley the figure turned to you. Seeing them pull out a knife you tried to force your body to move. But just as you started to fear you were about to die you heard your name being called out.

“Y/n!” he shouted upon seeing the figure facing you, taking out a gun he had hidden, he fired a shot at the witch but missed. The witch flung out their hands and threw Dean into the wall.

Sam rounding the corner got a shot off and hit the witch in the shoulder before he was thrown to the ground. This caused the witch to loose concentration, and as you found yourself able to move you quickly lunged at them. Knocking their mask off you saw a young woman. Dark red hair, black eyes. He face was pale with dark veins appearing from under the skin.

She yelled in anger and used her magic to throw you into the side of a dumpster. Rising she didn’t get far as another gunshot went off. The witch fell to the ground, looking up you see Dean approaching, his gun still drawn.

Approaching, he checked to see if he killed the witch. Sighing in relief he ran over to you “You alright?”

You groaned as he touched the back of your head “Yeah, yeah I’m good” you said as he helped you to stand.

As Sam approached the two of he Dean looked back at you “Why did you follow her into a dark alley?” he asked, you could hear the hint of anger in his voice.

You rolled your eyes at him “I didn’t follow her, she used a spell to put me into a kind of trance. She controlled my body, made me follow her” you said walking over and looking at the witch, who upon her death turned into a wrinkled corpse “I’m gonna guess and say that she was doing some sort of spell to extend her life, make herself immortal”

Sam agreed with you while pulling out his phone to call Jody. She was the one to put you onto this case in the first place.

Dean stood next to you “Ready to go home, or do you still wanna hang out here and party with the college kids” he said smirking at you.

You looked at him and laughed “No, no I think I’m done with Halloween” you said turning to walk away.

“Thank God” Dean said following you.

“Until next year” you added, laughing at the disappointing look Dean gave you “You should really think of dressing up next year”

“Yeah, no thanks” he said following you and Sam out of the alley to wait for Jody to arrive.

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ruffsficstuffplace · 6 years

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And The AWRD Goes To... (Part 39)

Evening came, a new nurse showed up at team AWRD’s hospital room. “Excuse me,” she said, “visiting hours will be over in fifteen minutes. I am sorry, but I must ask the guests to please prepare to leave soon.”

“Just 10 more minutes past seven!” Snowie cried, her eyes glued to the screen like almost everyone else. “Just let us finish the last episode of this season plus the epilogue, please!”

Taiyang looked up from the show and smiled at her. “Ten minutes doesn’t sound too bad, does it?”

The nurse smiled. “No, no it does not; I will return ten minutes after seven. Excuse me, I will take my leave now,” she said, before she closed the door after her.

She returned when Haven Hopsital’s clocks all read 7:10 PM, to find the epilogue’s credits rolling and tissues were now being passed around, tears being wiped for those that couldn’t for physical injury (Ruby, Diana, and Akko), or how emotional they had become (Snowie).

The nurse smiled sympathetically. “I’m sorry, but visiting hours are already over, and I must ask all the guests to leave. I’m afraid I can’t give another extension, too.”

“No, no, it’s fine!” Snowie said between her sobbing and blowing her nose. “It’s not the first time I’ve ever been caught ugly crying over fictional characters in public, we’re going, we’re going!”

“Would you like me to escort you to the nearest bathroom so you may ‘ugly cry’ with some privacy, Ms. Schnee?” the nurse asked.

“No, it’s fine—trust me, it’s not new...” Snowie muttered. She blew her nose and wiped her tears one more time before she hugged Weiss and Akko both, Winter and Whitley following suit. “I’ll see you all as soon as things die down in Hoshiko,” she blubbered as she took one of the boxes of tissues with her. “Try not to escape and risk falling out a window and breaking your bones all over again on the pavement like Grandpa, okay?”

“We won’t, Mom/Auntie Snowie!” Akko and Weiss replied.

“And warn us when the Shiny Rod does more strange, significant things, so we can start mobilizing hunting parties earlier and get the defenses primed,” Winter said.

“We will, Winter!”

“And please try not to get killed or horribly injured by whatever misfortune comes your way, Shiny Rod or simply luck of the Schnees!” Whitley said. “As a medic-in-training, there is nothing more stressful and anxiety-inducing than learning the people you care about have gotten seriously injured while you could have conceivably been there to help them.”

“We’ll try, Whitley!”

On the other side at the same time, Taiyang kissed Ruby on the forehead before he ruffled her hair goodbye. “Get better soon, Ruby,” he said, smiling.

“I will, Dad,” Ruby said, smiling back.

Diana watched them go out single file, the nurse discretely scanning them and the room as they left. The nurse noticed Diana’s eyes, red and still tearing up since the epilogue, and prepared to go back in the room.

“No, no, I’ve got this, thank you!” Weiss said, climbing out of bed with one of the tissue boxes in tow.

“Are you sure, Ms. Schnee?” the nurse asked. “It’s no trouble at all.”

“I’m sure, you can go, thank you,” Weiss said as she made her way over to Diana’s side.

The nurse stayed for a few more moments, watched Weiss wipe the tears from Diana’s eyes and cheeks, the frown on her face slowly turn up into a smile. “As you wish, Ms. Schnee,” the nurse said, before she turned to the others. “Is there anything I can do for anyone else?”

Diana shook her head. “No, none, thank you for asking,” she said, Ruby and Akko saying much the same.

The nurse nodded. “Then good night, I will take my leave now. Please do not hesitate to use the call button should you need anything, and we’ll have someone assist you as soon as possible,” she said before she left and closed the door after her.

“Thank you for that, Weiss,” Diana said as the last of her tears were wiped off.

“You’re welcome,” Weiss replied. “Do you need a hug? Because you look like you need one.”

“Can we join in?” Akko asked.

“You know, in spirit?” Ruby added.

Diana felt her eyes growing moist again. “Yes, yes you may—physically, or in spirit...”

Weiss carefully hugged her, before she was back to wiping Diana’s tears up again.

“Can I just say something?” Diana asked after her eyes were dry again.

“Sure, what is it?” Weiss asked as she settled into the chair beside her bed, the box of tissues in her lap.

“I’m just… really rather surprised we’ve all gotten so close and familiar over the course of a single week.

“On the day of initiation, we were essentially strangers who only knew each other through our family’s reputations, and the only thing that was memorable to me about Akko and Ruby was that one had mentioned Shiny Chariot for the first time in years, and the other had an obsession with weapons, and wielded a high-velocity sniper scythe—not exactly the most common choice of weapons for young huntresses.

“Now, we’re all opening up about our mental health and the more unsavoury parts of our pasts, pledging and volunteering our time to help one another far past the point you’d expect most newly formed teammates would, and rushing off to save each other from whatever horribleness is threatening to kill us this time, regardless of whether or not there are perfectly capable professional hunters available.”

She chuckled humourlessly. “I even found myself seriously dreading, but still agreeing to a potentially disastrous and lethal ‘Kagari Express,’ something I doubt I’d have ever agreed to back in Combat School, the odds of an incredibly dangerous Grimm escaping or not.”

“Guess that’s just the power of the Shiny Rod!” Akko said, smiling at the weapon. “Shiny Chariot always said she loved using it to bring people together, even if it was only for however long her shows were.”

“Shame it seems to be continuing her legacy by attracting misery and danger to its new wielders, though,” Diana said.

“To be fair, it’s not like all four of us haven’t literally signed up to actively seek that out, mysterious, possibly sentient ancient artifacts or no!” Weiss said. “So, everyone still game for more anime?”

“Yes!” “Sure!” “Starlight Crusaders was rather enjoyable, more anime sounds lovely.”

“Anyone up for a different season of SC?” Weiss said as she went off to fetch the remote. “There’s still a lot of the really good seasons left, before we start having to go into the decent, but not incredible ones.”

“I’m actually wondering if there’s any other shows you might want to recommend,” Diana said. “Not to rail on the quality of the show, I’m sure it’s excellent for the most part, but it’s just that I find myself wanting to explore how diverse this medium can get.”

“Oh! Then I’ve got something perfect in mind: still action packed, loaded with humour and silliness, but a LOT darker, bloodier, and serious than SC,” Weiss said as she navigated the Haven Hospital’s extensive library of media.

“Seems like a sensible next step,” Diana said. What’s it called and what’s it about?”

Weiss smiled. “Oh, I’ll just let the title card answer the first, and the second, well… how do you feel about a just-before-the-Great-War era Valen gentleman doing battle with vampires using a fictional aura marital art, with a power similar to the sun?”

Diana blinked. “… I would say my curiosity is piqued, if only to see how all of these connect...”

“What kind of show is this?” Ruby asked excitedly.

“A very, very bizarre one,” Weiss replied as she settled back into her bed, and pressed “Play.”

Meanwhile, outside AWRD’s room, just after the others left, the Schnees were saying a second round of goodbyes.

“Sure we can’t spare a little more time to see you off at the docks?” Snowie asked as she hugged Winter.

“Sorry, mom, I’m actually due there in five minutes,” Winter said as she hugged back. “Don’t want to stretch the first time in a long while I’ve ever asked to be late for something.”

Snowie sighed, before she pulled away and smiled at Winter. “Don’t go taking anymore ‘shortcuts’ off the roofs of buildings again, alright?”

Winter sighed. “This is going to end up as one of those incidents you’ll never let me forget, are you?”

“To be fair, it’s not exactly every day that a great deal of the Haven campus is treated to the sight and sound of a woman falling off the top of the CCT tower, screaming ‘Motherfucker’ at the top of her lungs before she safely landed back down on the ground,” Whitley said. “Remember to hand that padlock back before you go, now!”

“I will, I will!” Winter snapped, before she pulled Whitley into a hug, ruffling his hair before she turned around, waved, and hurried down the halls of Haven’s hospital.

Snowie sadly waved goodbye, before she turned back to the others with a big smile on her face. “So! Anyone got any plans for dinner? I hear the patisserie chefs here still seriously up their game every Sunday!”

“I’m afraid I’ll have to pass, mother,” Whitley said. “Between all the Grimm and anxiety attacks, plus all the time it took to pack and move most of my things here to Haven while our house gets repaired and reforested, I have not nearly made as much progress on all my schoolwork as I should have.

“And with that, I regretfully say dasvidanya,” he said, hugging Snowie’s side before he left.

Snowie frowned, and turned to Taiyang with a hopeful smile.

“My landlady likes having the whole building over at her apartment for dinner every Sunday, and I already RSVP’d...” Taiyang started.

Snowie frowned.

“… But, she always likes having new guests over—just gotta try whatever it is she’s made for the main course, unless you’re definitely allergic to it. Then, you’ve got to try the alternate options she made specifically for that.”

Snowie nodded. “How would you describe her cooking?”

Taiyang paused and thought for a moment. “’Piping hot field ration lovingly warmed by a KP you’re fond of, and was generous enough to provide plenty of beer.’”

“Mantle Steinbier, by any chance?” Snowie asked.

“San Lorenzo, sorry,” Taiyang replied.

Snowie shrugged. “Eh, it’ll get me drunk, anyway, let’s go!” she said, smiling. “Thanks for the invite.”

“Don’t thank me just yet!” Taiyang said teasingly as the two of them started heading down the halls to the stairs.

“So, Tai, I couldn’t help but notice you wanted to try and name the Starlight Crusaders season earlier,” Snowie said. “I take it you’re a new fan?”

“Not exactly,” Taiyang replied. “It’s more like I try and keep current with whatever it is the kids today are watching, try and understand all the references flying about, and maybe try and connect with them on a deeper level.”

“How’s it worked out for you?” Snowie asked.

“Ehh… kinda hit and miss, but mostly miss, to be honest,” Taiyang replied. “It feels like it’s an entire part-time job just trying to watch the source material or find the time to do it, let alone trying to understand all the ‘fandom’ stuff...”

“Sounds about right!” Snowie said as they went down the stairs. “Trust me, Tai, unless you actually enjoy watching the show itself, you’re better off just feeling left out of your students’ conversations, if only because you’ll actually have time to do the things you actually do enjoy.”

“Ehh, I’ll take it into consideration,” Taiyang said. “How about you? You ever tried talking pop culture with younger people?” he asked as they went down another flight.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve tried, long time back, but generally I just try and keep it to online discussions now,” Snowie replied.

“Why not in real life?” Taiyang asked.

“Ah, whenever I tried, I always end up creeping them out if they don’t just awkwardly get out of the conversation, their parents or guardians can’t take them away fast enough, and/or I get the attention of nearby police officers and security, and not the good kind.

“Though, be fair, it uh, probably doesn’t help that I’m usually moving in between levels of ‘hungover’ and ‘drunk’ at any given moment. I try to be more the first than the second, though!” She paused. “Ah, operative word ‘try...’”

“Maaaybe it might help if you’ve got a job or a socially acceptable reason to be interacting with them anyway,” Taiyang said as they reached the lobby, headed out the doors. “You know, teacher, tutor, professional huntress consulting for the Academies or the Combat Schools?

“We’re always looking for that last one at the Bunker, especially new faces—I think you’ll fit right in, actually!”

Snowie’s eyes widened, she stopped, and started shaking her head and frantically crossing her hands in the air. “Oh, no, no, no, I really can’t!”

“Is it because you’ve heard it’s full of crazies?” Taiyang asked. “Because it is, but I assure you, they’re all functional, healthy, happy, and we’ve got plenty of staff specifically on hand to make sure they don’t pose a threat to others and themselves.

“I’m actually one of the teachers there who double as Meltdown-Cooldown patrol, and it’s rarely as bad as they make it out to be!”

“No, it’s not that!” Snowie cried. “I’ve heard lots of things about the Bunker—GOOD things, but also bad things, I guess, but I mostly pay attention to the good things and--” she groaned. “Could you give me a minute…?”

Taiyang nodded. “Take your time. Want to sit somewhere more comfortable while you’re at it?” he asked, gesturing at an empty bench nearby.

“Thanks,” Snowie said. The two of them walked over to it, sat down, and she took a few moments to collect her thoughts and think. She turned back to Taiyang, and said, “Tai… I can’t be near kids. Teens. However old they are and however you want to call them, just… basically anyone under the age of 17, and especially below the maturity of an adult, not without someone else who actually is an adult in age and level of responsibility!”

“I thought you were doing just fine back there with Ruby,” Taiyang said. “Pretty impressive, how you could keep up with her—lot of the R&D staff have to take her in five minute intervals.”

Snowie sighed. “That’s because she’s coincidentally into combat tech like I am, and I just happened to be a mechanical engineering graduate from Atlas.”

Taiyang brightened up. “Even better!”

“No, not better!” Snowie snapped. “Look, just—hmmnnn!” she sucked in a few deep, calming breaths, before she said, “You should know that I’m not legally allowed to have custody of my own kids—haven’t been since my divorce, which was little over a decade ago.

“My family’s contingency plan if the universe decides it’s finally time for the both of my parents to kick the bucket is to have Winter become Whitley’s legal guardian, with Akko’s folks as godparents, if that tells you anything.

“You remember what Whitley said earlier, about the convenience store? I spent an hour in there, half of it at the Kari-Kari section alone!”

“To be fair, there were 47 varieties on sale,” Taiyang said, smiling.

Snowie was unamused. “Still.” She sighed and looked away. “You don’t want me there at the Bunker, talking to and interacting with kids, Tai.”

Taiyang reached out to her. “Do you mind if I touch you?”

“Go ahead,” Snowie said.

“Thanks.” Taiyang put his hand on her shoulder. “Snowie, I’m telling you right now, I still want you there at the Bunker, talking to and interacting with the kids, preferably with Ruby, too.”

Snowie looked at him warily. “Is this some sort of weird, roundabout way for you to set up a play date for your daughter?”

“That, and a way to help the institution I love that also happens to employ me, yes,” Taiyang replied.

“… You really want her being friends with a woman three times her age, who just said to your face that she spends all her life in varying states of inebriation?”

“I still let Qrow hang out with her, and he’s always drunk!”

“… Fair point.”

“And conveniently, bringing him up allows me to illustrate just how liberal the hiring and guest policies are at the Bunker. You know he taught there, right?”

“Yeah, he mentioned that sometimes when we still went on missions together,” Snowie replied. “I always thought it was that ‘I had the job for a week before I got kicked out for my drinking’ sort of deal.”

“He had the job for two years, Snowie, went in at the same time as Ruby, left when he felt he taught her and his handful of other mentees everything he could about scythe wielding.”

Snowie blinked. “Wait, seriously...?”

“The Bunker is very generous with the interpretation of ‘functional and acceptable’ behaviour for its professors.”

“… Please don’t take this the wrong way, but are you guys over there really that desperate for staff?”

“Well, yeah, we are, but that’s beside the point!

“My point is: we at the Bunker understand that people have problems. Sometimes they have really big problems, problems that require professional and medical help, along with a sustained and extensive support group, a community, and organizations that will offer them the means and the resources to get or hold a job and live decently, especially when it’s hard for them to get it anywhere else.

“Maybe the position needs them non-disabled. Maybe their potential employers aren’t willing to offer the insurance, the facilities, and the flexibility they need to attend to their special needs. Maybe they’ve just been officially or unofficially blacklisted, because they’re ex-convicts, recovering addicts, or, like Qrow, are very high-functioning alcoholics, but alcoholics nonetheless.

“But whatever the case, the Bunker is a place to belong for everyone that’s found they don’t belong anywhere else.

“Me and the rest of the staff will love having you over there to talk with the kids one time.

“Ruby will love having a reason to go back there and see her old friends, after she got boosted to Haven early this summer.

“And I know, in my heart of hearts, that you’ll love having a reason to hang out with her for an entire Saturday surrounded by what is basically an entire combat school dedicated to creative and inventive solutions to problems most people will never have to face, never even realized were there until someone came along to give them a new perspective on it, or even show them a better way to do something they couldn’t have seen themselves because they had working eyes.

“… That, or just figure out how much armaments and armour you can equip a Battle Saddle with, just for the hell of it, and how much it needs to be downgraded so it can be street legal again!”

Taiyang took his hand of Snowie’s shoulder, held it to her. “So, what do you say…?”

Snowie looked at his hand, up at his smiling, hopeful face, before she slowly reached up, and gently pushed his wrist down. “I’ll say, ‘Ask again when I’ve got more beers in me.’ I make it a point to generally follow through on what I say drunk, so I have motivation to not say as much stupid shit next time.”

“Does it work?” Taiyang asked as they both got up.

“No, but it does give other people a great way to bypass my crippling menagerie of mental health and emotional issues!” Snowie replied. “Only thing worse than feeling like shit for not doing something, is to have already promised someone you’d do something and not done it!”

Taiyang laughed. “I’ll try and keep it to self-improvement and personal growth.”

“Thanks...” Snowie muttered. Her expression softened. “I mean it, honestly.”

“I know, Snowie,” Taiyang said, patting her on the shoulder again. “I know.”

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