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I got a request to do some monster hunter mike x vampire veruca au stuff

I haven’t done a fanfic in YEARS so yea

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Mike trudged through the mud of the dim woods. The castle he was sent to was very far away from any villages or towns. He felt like he might get lost trying to find it. He started to doubt if it even existed in the first place. Perhaps his fellow hunters were playing a practical joke on him, he thought. He had been sent to kill a vampire, only known as: VS. He’d been told that this hellish monster had been killing people who strayed too far into the castles surrounding woods. Leafless branches from the dead trees scratched his face and hands as he passed through them. It had rained earlier, causing the ground to turn into a dark mush. He pushed his way past the last set of branches, and stumbled into a clearing, almost falling face-first onto the ground. Mike brushed himself off and looked up. There stood the ancient castle, looming above everything around it. Its giant wooden doors only about 20 yards away from him. He raised his black, wooden crossbow and took a defensive stance, ready for whatever dangers that may come his way. Mike slowly made his way up to the doors, looking over his shoulder every couple of seconds. 

He took a deep breath before pushing one of the doors open slightly. Peering in, he could only see a couple feet in front of him. He touched the cold stone bricks of the castle before stepping inside, letting his hand slide off as he walked further into the unlit building. The door slammed shut behind him, without him touching it. Mike jumped, pushing his back up against the wall, palms pressed against the bricks.

              “Get yourself together, man. It’s just vampire magic.” He thought, then realized, “Shit, the vamp knows I’m here.”

He knew that vampires have minor magic capabilities, and that he shouldn’t be scared- he’s the one with the monster-killing weapon after all.

Grinning, he gripped his crossbow tighter. Except, there is no crossbow. He pat down his weapons belt frantically, but nothing. His main weapon was no longer with him.

              “Oh my God… Oh my God, I must’ve dropped it!” he accidentally whispered out loud

Suddenly, about 500 candles flickered to life, all along the edges of the room. The massive chandelier, which hung directly above the middle, became alight only moments later, lighting up the place fully. Mike, still pinned against the wall in fear, stared wide-eyed. On either side of the room, there were two staircases, both leading up to the second story. The floor was grey, besides two red carpets that lead up to the staircases. On the walls were colorful tapestries, dating back to olden times. Mike heard a cough from the second floor. His eyes darted up to the balcony. A young woman, clad in a poofy light pink dress and the furs of various animals, was standing there.  She was very pale, with only a small amount of blush on her cheeks. Her wavy blonde hair was pushed back with what appeared to be a headband or tiara. Her hands clasped the wooden railing. She stared at him intently, a neutral expression on her face. She then smiled, showing off her sharp canine teeth.

              “This is my vampire!?” he thought

Mikes eyes got wider, and he stood frozen. He wasn’t trained on vampires very much, especially not female ones. Especially not without a weapon. Carefully, and without much noticeable movement, he nudged with his foot until he felt it hit his crossbow. He didn’t dare break eye contact with her, for fear that she would attack.

There was a slight confidence boost he felt from finding his weapon. A flurry of smoke enveloped her, and Mike took the opportunity to swiftly grab the crossbow from the ground. A second later, she appeared in front of him. With his arms at his sides, she didn’t notice the weapon in his hand. She leaned in close to him, arms behind her back. She seemed to be studying him.

              “Veruca.” She said blankly

Mike slowly raised the crossbow up to chest-level, his hands shaking. He didn’t know what “Veruca” meant, and in that moment, he didn’t care. He was scared out of his mind. What is this woman doing? He thought

The vampire looked down and realized what was happening. She took four steps back, she put her hands halfway in the air with a terrified look on her face.

              “I-I, What?”

              “Y-y-you’ve killed p-people.” Mike stuttered, half a statement and half a question

She gasped; “Untrue! I have never!”, She waves her hands in panic, “I have never killed anyone!”

There was fear and a subtle sadness in her eyes. She locked eyes with Mike, a pleading look on her.

              “You must believe me, I’ve haven’t done wrong!” she begs

Mike doesn’t move, but his eyes looked down toward the crossbow. The vampire sighed and closed her eyes, recognizing that she is essentially cornered.

              “If I cannot convince you, then do what you must. I knew this day would come, eventually.”

A solid 10 seconds went by in silence. Mike glanced down, and then at Veruca, and back and forth several times. His eye twitched, and suddenly he threw his crossbow down with great force. The tool bounced once with a hard WHACK, then slid for a short distance away from the two.

              “I can’t.” he muttered quietly, “I can’t.”

Veruca stood there, dumbfounded. Breaking out of her shock, she took another step back and started to retreat into another tornado of smoke. Mike reacted quickly, lunging out and grabbing her arm. This seemed to stop her teleportation process. She turned to him, surprised.

              “Uh…” he said

He leaned in closer to her out of sheer impulse. Unexpectedly, she put a hand on his face pressed her lips against his. She smiled nervously when they pulled away from each other, showing off her fangs again. The smoke began to rise again, and in a matter of seconds, she was gone. Mike wiped his forehead and took a deep breath, trying to catch up with what just happened.

              “…So, do you want me to come back?” he shouted into the depths of the castle, not expecting a reply

10 seconds later, Veruca answered faintly; “…I would like it very much.”

Mike laughed awkwardly to himself and picked up his weapon. Unsure of what he what going to tell his boss when he arrived back in town.

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I realize, there is not much to collect on this subject. Therefore, I must create.

Taking suggestions/prompts for fics!

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a concept,,,that was brought to light,,,, by a friend,,,,

<3 

(Please don’t tag as kin/ID/me/etc. for Veruca!)

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messy doodles of  /them/,,,,

(Please don’t tag as kin/ID/me/etc. for Veruca!)

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how about b4 with Veruca and mike?

it’s not exact but,,,,,,it’s still wholesome,,,,,,,,,

(Please don’t tag as kin/ID/Me/etc. for Veruca!)

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everything about this is cursed

(please don’t tag as kin for veruca, only jasper can tag as kin for mike!)

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//And here’s fic #2: general post-factory Mike/Veruca.//

He likes girls.  That’s not the problem.

Well, it is a little bit of a problem, but an extremely embarrassing audio book his mom got him, that includes chapters such as ‘Why Am I Sweaty?’, and a general internet inquiry has assured him it’s a normal sort of problem.  That even though Ethel said ‘breast’ the other night, entirely in the context of chicken, and as a result, he has felt like he might die for almost two days now, he probably won’t.  At least: not of that.

What’s probably not normal is a Russian oligarch on his knees in a front hallway in Normalton, Idaho with his checkbook clasped pleadingly in both hands.

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//Finally crawled out from under my xmas hangover and got this done.//

Veruca Salt’s room is very, very big, and very, very pink, and Mike Teavee feels very, very out of place here.  He hates it.  A room can’t tell him he doesn’t fit in: rooms can’t even talk.

But Veruca has one of those museum rooms (one of those museum houses).  Everything looks ridiculously expensive and untouchable, and Mike wants to knock it all over out of spite.

He shouldn’t, though.

Don’t get him wrong: normally, he would.  But: Veruca is sick.

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Could you do more Mike/Veruca? I love the way you write their interactions!

//I wasn’t sure if you meant in the Sky High AU, or just in general, so, uh, I wrote both.  Here’s the first one://

Sky Higher

She glares up at him.  Her head is tipped nearly all the way back.  She is, Mike Teavee knows, extremely flexible.  She does not seem to notice she is in a position that would put most people in traction.

“You are lying to me?” Veruca Salt half asks, half accuses.  Her point shoe taps against the floor.  Her slender arms are folded across her chest.

His own freakishly over-sized fingers are balled into fists.

“You know I’m not!  I’m not going to the dumb thing, and nobody can make me,” he spits back, before stomping away.  His long spindly legs almost tangle at the knees.

Mike Teavee can’t dance.

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uhhhh to get my mind off of things

(Please don’t tag as Kin/ID/Me/etc. for Veruca!)

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Make Me Choose: Veruca & Mike ;; Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

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a quick veruca because it’s Real Loving Mike Teavee Hours

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Just thought I would let you know that this exists and I’m living for it

You can’t tell me that Veruca and Mike are not best friends after this