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jinkookspencil · 7 months

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like couples do | knj

you run out of period products at dawn, and there's only one person who's up....

description/tags: namjoon drabble / fwb to lovers / fluff / but mentions the fact that namjoon and reader had unprotected sex (don't do this) and reader is relieved to get her period afterwards / so obviously mentions of period and blood / maybe a bit angsty? / been busy and been working on a request! but it's been a while since i wrote namjoon and, gosh, i love writing for him even though whatever comes to me for him is usually the most random bursts and ideas, like this one i thought of last night / let me know what you think <3

wc: ~1.6k words

Your gasp pulls you from heaven to hell.

Extracted from your dream, you’re out of the covers in a flash, dazed as you try to meet your reality. The room was sweltering despite autumn settling in and the fan whizzing away in your room as it always did. The sound you’d grown so accustomed to only made it harder to think, but you didn’t have to. The wet pools at your back and around your body suddenly made themselves known, with your black pajama top sticking to your sweaty skin. With a quick change into a tank top and a sip of cold water, you were ready to escape into a dreamland, far from the hellhole that had been your bedroom...

Only to be met with a small pool of a different kind when you pull away the blanket.

Fuck.

Quickly feeling between your thighs confirmed it - you bled through your shorts.

Well, at least it’s here, you think, your heart settling after days worrying about the sudden delay in your cycle. After all, Namjoon hadn’t used any protection…

It was hard to put away the mental image of him once you were in the bathroom, remembering that one time he had you propped up on the cabinet, but looking through it now, the panic returns. You were all out of pads and tampons.

This is why people have roommates. Or stupidly organized Virgo boyfriends, you think, cursing yourself while rummaging through every drawer, cupboard, and overnight bag without finding a single tampon for the evening.

The minutes spent on your phone were quick to squash any more of your hopes - the delivery service app had been shut down for the night after some seemingly catastrophic bug on their end, and your female friends who lived nearby hadn't answered your texts and calls, as expected at this time of day.

Reading the time on your phone, you knew one person who would definitely be up. The person who always showed up. The man worked ridiculous hours, following his ‘late-night creativity’… unless the universe really wanted to torture you and, for the very first time, he’d be asleep as well.

You consider running to the convenience store, double layering your bottoms with black fabrics, and taking a scooter... only for a stinging cramp to shock you at your lower back.

He had to answer.

to: joon 🌒[3:58am] - hi are you up?

to: joon🌒 [3:58am] - text asap please it’s urgent

to: y/n🍀 [4:01am] - yes i’m up. are you okay y/n?

to: y/n🍀 [4:01am] - i’m finally done with work for the night.

to: y/n🍀 [4:01am] - are you okay? i’ll call as soon as i’m out of the building.

to: joon🌒 [4:02am] - don’t call i’m embarrassed to say this to you out loud plus i'm in pain

to: joon 🌒 [4:02am] - can you get me some pads and tampons? i got my period (aka the pain) and i’m all out so….

to: joon🌒 [4:02am] - i need em and i can’t get em

to: y/n🍀 [4:03am] - y/n of course. phew i thought this was going in literally the complete opposite way considering…

to: y/n🍀 [4:03am] - anyways, aren’t we past embarrassment? never feel that when it comes to me please.

to: y/n🍀 [4:03am] - safe space just for us, remember?

to: joon🌒 [4:04am] - yes :) thanks joon

to: y/n🍀 [4:04am] - :) getting on my bike now. i’ll be there in 10.

to: y/n🍀 [4:04am] - the sky’s starting to change colors. look outside, pretty :) (1 image attached)

The knock, though expected, jolts you enough for your new bedsheet to spring away from your grasp once again. Frustrated, a groan escapes you as you walk to your front door, tightening the robe that covered your body and stained shorts.

“Sorry I’m late,” Namjoon giggles at the door, seeing your furrowed expression. “Oh, you’re most definitely on your period, huh?”

“Get in here and shut up,” you groan once more, letting him in. All too familiar with your place, he unpacks one of the bags in his hand, carefully displaying an array of period products on the nearest table.

“I’m surprised you didn’t send a photo and ask me to choose one,” you say, grabbing one of the boxes.

“I… I grabbed everything in the aisle without thinking. Shit, I should’ve sent a photo, right? Are these not good enough? Are they the wrong size? Will they fit your....? I can go to another convenience store,” he murmurs, head tilted down as he surveys the products before you.

“No, Namjoon, honey, the photo is just a thing boyfriends tend to do when they’re asked to get period products. You asked the same size and fit question, though,” you laugh before quickly realizing you compared his actions to that of a boyfriend. Something he most definitely was not.

“I lived in a dorm full of boys, how was I supposed to know?” he says, scratching his head.

“These are perfect, and I’m stocked for at least the next three months. Thank you, Joonie,” you say, squeezing his arm.

“Anytime, Y/N,” he replies quietly, pulling you closer to him so he can kiss your forehead. It only hits you both when your hand is rubbing at his back in his embrace, and it takes even longer to break away than it did to realize the situation.

Something shifts in Namjoon’s gaze when he sees you emerge from the bathroom in new pyjama shorts. “Cute PJ’s. I’m not used to seeing them on you for more than five seconds.”

“Enjoy the show, then,” you quip, plopping down next to him on the couch and extending your legs over his lap. You hadn’t really meant it as a command, but can’t help but smile catching the fact that Namjoon had obeyed. His fingers draw mindless circles at your ankles as his gaze travels upwards. Minutes are spent in silence, eyeing your thighs with intent before his eyes rest on your exposed clavicle. His circles stop, gripping your ankle and noting the undeniable rise and fall of your breathing and breasts, swollen and tender against your thin cotton tank top.

“Oh,” he finally says with a cough, breaking the silence and raising his brows. “I almost forgot. I thought you might need these.”

Leaning forward, Namjoon dumps the entire contents of the second plastic bag onto your hard coffee table. Small, colorful circles bounce off of it and onto the floor, long bars land with a thud, and instantly recognizable plastic packages are cushioned by its contents.

“Oh, Joon. I do. I do fucking need this,” you let out, almost as a moan. “You already know what I want.”

Smiling, he tears open a plastic packet of your favorite chocolate-flavored bread and another for himself. The time spent biting and savoring the pillowy snack was heavenly in the comfortable silence -save for the birds that begin to chirp from somewhere outside your window.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten the sticker,” you say, handing Namjoon the tiny square envelope in your now-empty plastic packaging. He’s quick to grab it from your hands, giddy to see whatever Pokemon character was inside.

"Take mine, too," he says, handing you his square, with an illustration of a pink, deer-like creature - not at all like the Pokemon he usually mentioned.

"Oh, she’s pretty!”

"Exactly..." he says. "Deerling, that's her name. She's a new favorite of mine, actually. Her colors change based on the different seasons in the year... and when she evolves, her deer form's antlers are basically how branches are decorated in nature: budding flowers and leaves for spring, greenery for summer, you get the picture. She's the only one that truly encapsulates the beauty of our world..."

"All that for a Pokemon? I'm jealous," you tease, but he doesn't laugh, quietly opening the envelope you'd handed to him.

“Yes!” he cheers. “I don’t have this one yet - Moltres. Ah, you really are my good luck charm, huh?"

"Am I? I guess you should keep me around, then, huh?" you say, leaning back on the couch and poking his shoulder.

"That's the plan," Namjoon says, his eyes still thoughtfully fixated on the sticker he fiddled with, but only for a moment. “Uhm… I… we… should probably get some sleep, huh? I should probably…go. Uhm, should I?”

“Do you want to go?” you ask, feeling a tightening in your chest at the thought. Just like all those nights in bed, it was too comfortable to remember that this wasn't your entire reality but stolen, secret time. Always, one found themselves reminding the other to snap back to reality. It was beautifully torturous, just as you two had liked it for so long… until it began to sink in that the beauty could stand on its own…. if only one of you had the courage.

“….No. No I don’t really want to go, Y/N. But if you want me to….”

“I don’t want you to,” you interrupt, nudging his fingertip with yours right over your knees until your hands are intertwined. “I mean someone has to help me fit that stupid sheet onto the bed... and you're quite familiar with my sheets."

“I am,” he smiles, nodding to himself and squeezing your hand with his.

“Then we can get in… and just go to sleep… or cuddle,” you wonder, feeling Namjoon's soft hand under yours.

“Like couples do?” Namjoon asks, finally meeting your gaze for the first time that night.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m thinking like couples do,” you whisper, your breath hitching on the words that spoke your once unthinkable, far-fetched desire while looking at it right in the eyes.

“Me too,” he smiles, bringing your hand up to kiss it and rest it at his dimples. “Like couples it is then.”

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spacebarbarianweird · 6 months

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How about a fic of Astarion not liking his bite mark touched but then Tav does it. 💕

Here we go! Hope you will enjoy it!

The Marks on Our Skin

The bite mark is the only place on Astarion's body Tav doesn't touch. Until now.

Tags: fluff, comfort, f!Tav, established relationship, post-game

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Astarion finds solace in the late evening hours when the sky still holds a warm glow, but the sun is almost gone down. It's neither day nor night, a perfect in-between that he eagerly anticipates.

Emerging from his tent, he sprawls out on the grass with a book in hand, watching as the sky slowly darkens, revealing the sparkling tapestry of stars above.

Astarion props a bag beneath his head, and the fingers trace the cover of the book, its surface still bearing the faint marks of dried blood. A soft smile tugs at his lips as he recognizes Tav's scent.

Astarion opens the book and makes a mental note to convince Tav to learn how to read. He sets the book aside and chooses another, its pages also marred by blood, though not Tav's this time. The text is written in the archaic elven dialect, a challenging puzzle that demands his full concentration. Yet, as he delves into the words, the text starts sounding familiar. As if he already read it, many years ago, when his eyes weren't red and sun didn't burn.

Unwanted memories and thoughts creep into his mind, stubborn as vermin, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't divert his focus.

"How's my favorite man doing?" a loud voice yanks him away from the abyss he had started to slip into.

Tav.

She walks unsteadily, like someone who's had enough to drink, not to think clearly but can still stand on two feet.

"I thought you went to search for quests, not for a drink," he says without any hint of accusation. Tav collapses beside him, and he catches a whiff of ale.

"Are you drunk?"

"No. Well, maybe a little." She giggles and nuzzles into his collarbone. "What's four mugs of ale for a warrior like me?"

He chuckles. "Considering your body type, it's quite a lot."

Tav focuses, attempting to devise something clever to say, but gives up. She presses her body closer to him, and Astarion can feel her heart beating.

"It's very inconsiderate of you to get drunk without me," he teases, studying her face. A soft smile graces his lips as he cannot tear his gaze away from her.

"You can drink my blood, and then we can get drunk together," she playfully suggests.

"I'm not going to feed on you until you get sober," he plants as tender kiss on her forehead.

"Alright, alright, next time, I won't go alone," she concedes. "What if someone wants to harm me or hit on me? You'll need to show them to who I belong to."

He chuckles, reminiscing about the first few months of their journey when he cringed at her casual remarks about belonging to him.

"No, you're not mine," he would protest. "You're not my possession, not my spawn, not my … anything. You're an independent person. Please don't say things like that."

Over time, he understood that Tav's words aren't meant to diminish her self-worth. It is simply an innocent joke between two genuinely free individuals in love. It is her way of reassuring him that she isn't going anywhere, even when Astarion questions his own value in her eyes.

As Tav tilts her chin upward, a subtle flinch passes through him, a reminder of the bite mark they have agreed not to touch.

"I like your bite mark," she drunkenly admits.

He pulls away, and her head falls onto the grass. "Tav, what in the sweet hells are you talking about?"

"I love your bite mark," she repeats. "It proves how strong you are. Did you notice it's not just fangs? It's also incisors. The bastard was so hungry and desperate for prey that he almost gnawed a part of your neck. It shows how strong you are that despite all the horrors and pain, you never gave up."

Tav yawns, her eyes half-closed. Astarion is sure it wasn't just four mugs of ale. She probably remembers drinking only four. The rest is the mystery.

His fingers tenderly brush against her cheek as he asks, "Do you truly mean all that?"

Tav's eyes meet his, her response unwavering. "I do."

He rises to his feet, carefully lifting Tav into his arms, and carries her into the tent. He lays her gently on the bedroll. It seems like they aren't going anywhere this night. Anyway, he has some books to finish reading,

Astarion lovingly tucks Tav beneath her blanket, ensuring she is shielded from the chill of the night.

"Little Star"

"Hm?"

"Can I touch your bite mark?"

He hesitates. It is the only part of his body Tav hasn't touched yet.

"Yes."

He doesn't understand why he agrees. But it's already too late to take away the permit.

Sitting up, a silly smile plays on her lips as she wraps her hands around his neck. With an unexpected boldness, she presses her lips against the scar on his neck. He can feel the touch of her tongue, the graze of her own incisors against his skin, almost as if she is trying to drink his blood.

As Tav releases him, she nestles on her bedroll and dozes off peacefully.

Astarion remains in the tent, keeping a watchful eye over Tav. When hunger gets too strong to bear, he ventures into the woods to hunt.

When he returns before the sun rise, his hunger satiated, and his strength renewen, Tav is still asleep.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Tav exclaims when she realizes it is already afternoon. "Now we'll have to wait the whole day before hitting the road again."

"That's alright, darling. I hope you had fun yesterday. I don't remember ever seeing you so wasted."

"I remember fighting someone who said she'd kill every vampire she came across."

"Did you win?"

"I'm sorry! I should be offended by the mere suggestion that I could lose in a tavern brawl!" She crawls closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder, her tone turning more serious. "Did I hurt you yesterday?"

"No," he assures.

"Really? I mean, do you say it because you mean it, not just to spare my feelings? It would make me sick if I crossed your boundaries and made you feel… bad."

"Everything is alright. I mean it."

"Can I do this again?"

He nods. Tav kisses his bite mark. Again and again, and he completely melts in her hands.

Astarion marvels at the simple ministration and how it brings him such bliss. He has little faith in gods or divine rewards, knowing nothing could compensate for what happened to him. And yet…

There is Tav. Tav, for whom he wants to be a better version of himself. Tav who caresses his scars and makes the pain fade. Tav, whose blood is, in a way, divine.

Tav eventually pulls away and invites him to lay his head on her lap. "Will you read to me?" she asks.

"The book with bloody fingertips?" he inquires.

"Yep. What's this book about?"

"It's a collection of fairytales for elven children."

Tav's eyes glisten. "Exactly what I need with my hangover."

Astarion opens the book and begins reading. Tav starts massaging his scalp and occasionally lightly touches the bite mark. Sometimes, when he pauses and looks up, he finds Tav's eyes focused on his face.

Those are simple stories. About heroes, magic, dragons, monsters. Naïve. Stupid. Childish. But Tav likes them. In the same way, she likes a good fight, ale, and nights of passion.

Moreover, he can't help but think Tav is similar to these fairytale heroes. She is the hero who protects him, who makes him better. Who gives him all the hope he needs to survive the day.

And he will do anything to make her happy and safe.

"Tav," he whispers.

"Yes, my heart?" she replies.

"I love you."

Tav kisses his forehead "Well, I will never grow tired of hearing that from you."

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spidercookie18 · 6 months

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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒆

The Lost Boys 1987 AU set in modern time. None of the boys died, and all the Emersons/Star/Laddie/Frog brothers are vampires. This is explained later…

Tags: Halfing vampire, swearing, talks of abuse/abuser/manipulation , mentions of loss of family, also scenting, use of y/n, afab, use of she/her. Warnings: This chapter discusses abuse/abusers Summary: Y/N, left to her own devices, goes through the boys belongings in the cave, David takes this as an invitation to do the same to her house. Word Count: 8.6k Previous chapter here: Next chapter here:

“No one should suffer what I suffered. I still dread those scenes when man killed man. I lost my parents, most of my family, by running away.” — Milkha Singh

Chapter Three

You woke up some time later, your hand immediately moving to your neck to make sure your vial was still there; it was. You sighed in relief, then looked to see the color of the blood inside. It was black, like obsidian, “that’s not good…”

Your eyes opened to an unfamiliar view; your body ached horribly as you tried to sit up. You saw a dim bit of light shine through near what you could only assume was a cave; it was probably midafternoon with how hard you slept. You looked down at your body and tried to remember what happened before you passed out. “Oh yeah… David,” your mind wandered to the night before. “That explains the bruises, and…” you looked down at the jackets wrapped around your naked form, “the lack of clothes.” You brought the collar of the jacket to your nose and inhaled. You smiled; it smelled like David…

Come to think of it, you smelled like David.

“Ugh,” you crinkled your nose at the smell, it was oppressive. You felt around for your bag, hoping David didn’t leave all your stuff up on the hill.

No luck. No phone, no gun, no clothes… you looked around the chamber and didn’t manage to see anyone. There was a wheelchair by the bed with a Chinese take-out container and a small metal bucket, “that better not be for me,” you hissed. Your mouth felt dry, and your stomach ached, you wondered just how much come David had made you swallow last night after you passed out.

You groaned as you moved to get out of the bed that was covered in miscellaneous blankets, “at least the sheets smell clean.” They had probably been washed recently, but you didn’t take the boys for avid housekeepers; someone else must have been making them wash their fabrics. You stepped your bare feet on the cool ground below you.

Above you, Marko was the first to hear you shambling around; he was a much lighter sleeper after the… incident, and he elbowed David who groggily woke up. Marko pointed down at the bed and the two of them watched as you poked your head out from the curtains to look around.

“You get back in that bed,” David said sternly. You looked around. His voice, no longer dark and distorted, echoed off the walls, but you couldn’t see him.

“David?”

“You are not to leave this cave; do you understand me?”

“David, I need to go home.” You called to him, stressing the urgency of your situation.

“Well, I obviously can’t take you right now, can’t I?”

You grumbled, annoyed at him, and continued to look around, “I’m hungry.”

The other boys began to wake up at the commotion, “you have rice, eat your rice.”

“I have to pee.”

“Well, that’s what the bucket is for isn’t it?”

The boys snickered.

You furrowed your brows in frustration, “where’s all my stuff? Can I have some clothes?”

“You’ll get it back later.”

You sniffed the jacket again, “David, I need a shower.”

The boys were laughing now.

“No. You don’t,” David replied. He’d worked so hard to scent you all night, he wasn’t going to let you undo all that so easily.

“David, I need water.”

“Just eat your rice! I’ll get you water later.”

“Fucking vampire asshole,” you grumbled under your breath.

“I can hear you.” David retorted.

“Yeah, I know! That’s why I fucking said it!”

The boys had all busted out laughing at David’s frustration with his new mate, and how unafraid you were to yell at him. “Bahahaha!” “Oooooh, she told you!” “Get er’, David!”

“Everybody shut the hell up and go back to sleep! And you stay in this damn cave!”

He growled, huffed, then went back to sleep.

Angrily, you turned back to pick up the rice, “what, no fork?”

You eyed the bucket meanly, no way in hell I’m going to be using a ‘bucket’, you thought.

You angrily shoved the bucket off the chair, and it clanked and rattled as it rolled away. You picked up the paper container and ate the rice with your fingers and walked around the cave.

There was little light, but you had just enough vampire blood in your vial to see the cave for what it was. For being an actual hole in the ground it wasn’t horribly filthy. Sure, it was dirty, and cluttered, it’s a cave; but there weren’t decomposing bodies and spoiled food all over the place. It was about as trashed as you’d expect four eternally immature a-holes to keep it though. Littered with beer cans, cigarette butts, miscellaneous trash, and dirty clothes. The cave smelled damp, like stale sea water, and when you walked near the dirty clothes it smelled a bit sour. You crinkled your nose and continued to look around.

Up in the ceiling you noticed some hair and you went to investigate.

“You can’t be serious…” how pretentious do you have to be to sleep like that?

“David,” you called to him, “psst!” He shut his eyes tighter, the fucker was ignoring you. “Ugh!” you groaned in frustration. They were obviously not going to wake up; if the bucket didn’t wake them, and you calling to them didn’t make them budge, then nothing would.

So, you walked around, turning the to-go container into your mouth and looked at all the boys’ things. There were electrical wires and roots coming out from the ceiling and walls.

Odd, you thought to yourself. You noticed stairs and pieces of concrete and structures that looked like they belonged to some building. Something must’ve fallen into the cave at some point you figured. You continued to walk around the space and noticed a very dark corner off behind where the boys were sleeping. You walked slowly up to it and there was an eerie whistling sound; the wind you hoped. The darkness of it that seeped into the main chamber of the cave made your hair stand on end, probably best to avoid that part for now…

You stepped away from it and looked back around the space. They had music and movie posters covered over the sharpest parts of the rocks and records hanging from the ceiling. It actually looked like the movie posters they keep outside of theatres. You wouldn’t be surprised if that’s where they got all their ‘art’ from.

There were, what looked like windchimes, or ‘art sculptures’ made of human bones and sticks. “Classy,” you chuckled. As you looked around you noticed there were several distinct areas of the cave that looked to be the boys ‘rooms’.

There was one that was all old pieces of fabric and thread, and lots of wine bottles. The fabric looked to be cut up jeans and probably stolen clothes, like silk, and lace, and fur. There was also a makeshift pigeon coop built into the side of the cave wall. Someone really loves these birds. You thought as you walked around the space, the pigeons cocked their heads at you and softly cooed. There was an old book, or maybe a bible sitting by a mess of pillows on the floor. The book title had been rubbed off over the years, but the edges of the paper look to be gold foil, so a bible was your best guess. The leather-bound book sat atop an old, rusted metal box. Moving the book, you opened the box and saw miscellaneous keepsakes. An old dirty coin with a man and a curly mustache on it, a red chili made of glass, a picture, and some notes and a dried white lily. One of the notes look like it said, “Siate buoni, siate gentili, siate giusti." The picture was of Marko, and about a dozen other curly haired blonds. They were all crowded in the picture, and he stood next to, what you thought to be his mother. You could barely tell it was him as he looked to be a young boy, but that devious grin… it was definitely Marko. You gently closed the lid of the box and put the book back on top.

The next space you walked into was filled with blankets and pillows and had children’s toys scattered about. Are they nannies? You picked up a small toy fireman and noticed the face all chewed off. “Yueh!” You threw it down in disgust. Little did you know, it wasn’t the ‘nanny’ or his kid that chewed on the toys, but Marko and Paul; the gremlins of the group. You threw yourself in the mess of fluff and stuff on the ground and admired the things this boy had hanging up. You sat back in the pillows and picked at the rice. He had shells, and feathers, and small bones, and sea glass hung up like a baby’s mobile. You watched the small objects circle lazily overhead; it was a very comforting feeling. As you wiggled around to get comfortable you felt something poke at you from the pillow beneath you. You sat up and moved the pillow from your back, there was a small wooden box. When you slid the lid off you had to keep yourself from crying. It was two silver rings, a picture, and baby socks. The picture was of Dwayne and a young woman, she was round as the Sun, and they both looked so happy. You could imagine how sad that tale ended but did your best not to think of it. You slid the lid back on the box and tucked it underneath the pillows. The comforting feeling quickly faded, and you left that alcove the second you got your bearings.

You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself and continued walking around the cave. You stumbled a bit in the dark and came upon the next room. This space, you noticed was full of very human nick-nacks. Surfboards, skateboards, hockey sticks, old glow sticks, CD’s, guitars, a heavily patched up bean bag chair, and a Rubik’s cube. You picked up the toy and turned it in your hand, it looked like someone had peeled the stickers off and stuck them back on to solve it. It made you chuckle. This ‘room’ looked smaller than the others, until you realized that half of it was up in the rafters. There was a second part of this space that was high above the ground, you put the rice on the floor and flew up there you saw some of the things this boy kept. There was an old tattered green and yellow winter scarf, some rocks that weren’t the same color as the cave rock, shoelace strings, broken and half broken sunglasses, rubber bands, acorns, and this one too had a box of keepsakes. You knew it wasn’t your place to go through their things, especially after what the last one held, but you couldn’t help yourself. You opened the lid of the shoebox and saw a picture, ticket stubs of concerts and movies, guitar picks, and scraps of newspaper. The paper scraps were of various things from a town in Wisconsin, nothing that made sense to you. The picture was of Paul and a young blond girl. He was in a hockey uniform, nose bleeding with a chipped tooth in his smile, and he held his arm around her shoulder. She looked like him, crazy, wild hair and big soulful blue eyes. It was probably his kid sister, you wondered what happened to her. You looked at the ticket stubs for movies from eighty some odd years ago, and concert tickets from the last few decades. It looks like the boys, or at least Paul, went to plenty of concerts.

With how little magic there was left in the vial you could feel yourself falling. You quickly put the box back in its place and you fell hard on the ground with an, “oomf.” You rubbed the plush of your ass where you landed and dusted off the jackets.

You continued to rub your bruised skin and picked the rice container off the ground. You looked over at the next space, it had an odd feeling as you stepped into it. It was full of boxes and old paper. There were dozens of boxes full of old VHS tapes, more boxes full of CD’s, cassettes, camcorder tapes, and newspapers. There was a small nest of blankets on an army cot between the boxes, a laptop and what looked like a picture album.

You smacked the bottom of the rice container to get the last bits of food into your mouth and picked up the album. You opened to the first page, which was a picture of David and the boys. It was in color, and there were a few faces in the picture that you didn’t recognize. Dwayne was holding a small boy on his shoulders, next to him, Paul and Marko were making faces at each other. There was an older man with glasses and a woman with short hair who were on either side of a teenage boy. Next to her, there was a couple of young gruff looking boys, and a young man and a young woman, both brunettes. Off on the far side there was David, he was in the picture, but he didn’t really look to be part of the group. You flipped the page, there was a picture of just David and the boys. They were all bouncing around and flipping off the camera. In the next picture it was the same line up, but all the boys looked serious; you guessed whoever was taking the picture had scared them into being good. You smiled down at the photos.

There was a picture of David and the brunet man from the first photo, and on the next page you saw David and the brunette girl; he was smiling, and she looked solemn. “Huh...” you kept flipping, and saw various pictures of places, that were marked with the location and date; they were from all over the country, and went all the way back to the 1840’s. In between the landscapes there was pictures of one or all the boys wearing different period clothes. There were even a few more pictures of David and young men and young ladies, but the pictures all looked the same. He was smiling, and they were not. You got sad, you set the picture album down and a photo slipped out; it was Marko in the front, and the boys all holding pigeons and laughing. “Okay, that’s pretty cute,” you slipped the photo back inside and set the book down.

You noticed the camcorder and picked it up, hoping it had battery. You turned it on, and it surprisingly had a little charge. Opening the camcorder, you noticed there was already a tape inside, you shut it and rewound the tape. After it was rewound, you pressed play. The pixilated footage came into frame and the date flashed August 21, 1987. Google what movie came out that day, you’ll get a kick out of it. It was the young boy and the brunet boy; they were cleaning in a house you didn’t recognize. They didn’t want to look at the camera, and rolled their eyes when the cameraman spoke, it was David. Surprise, surprise, you thought.

‘This is Sam, and Michael, cleaning their granddad’s crap, cause-‘

‘David, shut up,’

‘That’s Mike, he’s pissed cause we were supposed to go to the movies tonight, but he got grounded.’ You can see David point at the tall brunet, with his gloves on. Michael looked up from dusting to make a face and flip off the camera. ‘Hey, you better stop that, or I’m gonna tell your mom; you’ll get double grounded.’

‘David, are you gonna help us or not?’ Sam, the boy, asked. He was sweeping what looked like a kitchen.

‘Not,’ David scoffed, ‘I’m not helping no snitch.’ He walked closer to Michael, putting the camera in his face. ‘Mike, tell us why you got grounded.’

‘Knock it off David,’ Michael turned away from the camera, and David quickly followed him.

‘Come on Michael, tell uuuuusss,’ he said, sing-songy. The brunet was blushing fiercely, and he kept trying to keep his face out of frame.

‘David I’m serious,’

‘I’m serious too, Mike. So, say it.’ Michael stared at the vampire behind the camera, he was still blushing and stuttered at what he wanted to say.

‘It’s cause I caught you guys making out!’ Sam yelled, angry and annoyed.

‘Sam!’ The older brother shouted.

‘Oh, we were doing a lot more than making out, eh? Mike?’

‘DAVID!’ Michael yelled at the blond, who was laughing, clearly amused with himself.

‘Oh, I’m gonna barf!’ Sam yelled; his face was one of disgust. He made a spectacle of being grossed out, not because his brother was making out with David, but because he caught his brother making out.

‘You’re a boy kisser ain’tcha Mike?’ David was back in Michaels personal space.

‘Guys please, not here,’ Sam fake cried.

David held the camera low and pointed it up to capture the kiss between him and Michael. When they finished, the boys were giddy, and Michael dusted the camera lens as a joke. They smiled at each other-

‘EW! MOM!’

Off in the distance you heard someone shout at David. The next thing you knew, the video cut to capture David cleaning the kitchen, side by side with the Emerson brothers. David leaned back to give Michael a kiss on the cheek and the screen flashed black with a red depleted battery symbol.

You smiled at the thought of David being happy, but you wished you could have seen more of the video. Maybe you’ll ask the boys for the charger later.

You looked back around the space and opened a box that was written in a language that looked familiar. There were letters, and paintings, and documents; none of which you could read, but it looked like the paintings were of places they’d been. The letters looked like they were written in various languages, German, French, Italian, and maybe Russian? But you weren’t sure.

The dated paper looked like they went back to the mid 1800’s. You kept thumbing through the pages and there was a picture of a blond boy, standing between an older man and woman, “is that… David?” He looked so much younger than he did now. Still clad in leather, like a cowboy attire, but he looked different…he looked human. You felt melancholy looking at all of the things David and the boys had held onto throughout the centuries.

You walked back to the bed and looked all around the cave as you moved. You heard a soft vibrating, and you looked up, “oh, fuck me.” One of them- probably that asshole David- stuffed your bag up in a ceiling light. “Why is there even a light in here?”

Do they even get electricity?

No, stupid question, it’s a freaking cave.

You sighed at your things way up and out of your reach, “at least he didn’t leave all my stuff out there.”

David really didn’t want you leaving before he woke up; so, defeated, you crawled back into the bed. You looked back over at the sliver of light on the ground, it had begun to turn an orangey color and you’d hoped that the Sun would be setting soon.

You laid back in the bed and tasted your dry mouth. Well, maybe I’ll die before they wake up, you laughed at the morbidity of your situation. You were frustrated at how dehydrated you were getting, especially after a rough night like the one from yesterday. You turned on your side and tried not to think of the aching you felt in your flesh and bones.

Your body was still exhausted from the night before, and with little food, and no water, you were passed out again within an hour of waking up.

David was the last one to wake that night; he was always the first up, and usually way before the other boys. But tonight, he was the last one to stir. Marko and Dwayne loomed over your half naked form, they notice that the rice was all gone, and the bottoms of your feet were black. Paul woke a little after Marko and Dwayne had, being the ‘youngest’ he tended to sleep in.

“You just know she touched all of our stuff,” Dwayne said.

Paul yawned and walked over to where the other two were, “ew, she still smells like David,” he pinched his nose at you.

Dwayne shook the edge of the bed with his shoe, and you moaned weakly. “Oh good, she’s not dead.”

“So, she just smells like that now?” Paul sneered.

“Paul, go get her some water,” Marko instructed.

“Dude, why do I have to get it?”

“Because you know where to get it, stupid. Now hurry up.” Marko barked at him. Paul groaned and took off. Being the second in command, Marko was the boss when David was unavailable. While he didn’t care for you, he knew you were important to David, so he wouldn’t let you be hurt while he was in charge. Paul returned a short while later with a few water bottles and some candy, he handed Marko the bottles and threw himself against the ratty couch to eat his snacks. Dwayne went to sit by him and hit his shoulder, demanding sweets.

“No Dwayne!” The boys argued and Marko sat you up.

He gently nudged you trying to get you to wake up. He kept pushing the bottle against your hand, but you wouldn’t grab it. “Come on,” he was annoyed that he had to baby you, he hated dealing with humans, they were always so weak and couldn’t do anything they could. He tilted your head back and poured the water into your mouth, you gently swallowed. He did that a few more times and finally you woke up.

You groaned and took the bottle that was being pushed to your hand.

“Marko?” you groggily looked at the curly haired blond that sat by you.

“Good, you can take care of yourself now, right?” He said walking away, not waiting for an answer.

You sipped the water and looked over at the boys that were on the couch wrestling over a bag of gummy worms.

“Paul! Fucking share!”

“Get your own!”

What a bunch of scary vampires, you chuckled. Marko walked over to the alcove where the pigeons were, and you could hear the birds coo happily. So, I guess those really are his birds, you thought. You looked around the cave and still didn’t manage to see David. You zipped up the leather coat that was under the wool one and walked through the curtains to the den. Paul and Dwayne looked over at you, “uhm…” Paul didn’t know what to say to you as you walked over to them.

“David’s not up yet,” Dwayne said pulling the bag from Paul, who’d moved his hands to his nose.

“Oh…” you looked around the cave, they’d lit some candles, and some trash cans, so it made it easier to see and move around. “Can I go home yet?”

The boys looked at each other, then over to where Marko had gone. “David said no,” Marko called, as he walked back to where the other boys were sitting on the couch.

“Hey, stay over there,” Paul said to you. He was pointing to the bed, still covering his nose with one hand.

You sniffed the jacket, “oh, yeah. I guess it’s worse for you guys, huh?” They nodded unanimously, “so is there a place around here that I can wash off then?”

“Please don’t make us say no,” Paul begged.

You sat back on the bed with a huff, and the boys talked anxiously amongst themselves. “Can I have my stuff back yet?”

“Knock it off,” Marko shouted, “you know we can’t do that.”

“Okay, well then wake up David, so I can leave.” They didn’t even turn to look at you. “Hello?” No response. “Look, I really need to go!”

“I said knock it off!” Marko screamed at you.

Fine, I know how I can get them to listen to me…

You sat back on the bed, and covered your hands in your face, and sobbed meekly. Paul looked over at you, “dude…you made her cry.”

“She’s faking,” Marko retorted, and you sniffled louder.

Paul and Dwayne restlessly moved around in their seats, “dude, she’s really crying.”

“No, she isn’t,” Marko said, unyielding.

You sobbed louder, “dude, you’re gonna get us all in trouble!” Paul said shoving Marko by the shoulder.

“She’s fucking faking it Paul, look!” Marko stomped over to where you were in the bed and pulled your hands away. To his horror, you were actually crying. You looked up at him with huge tears running down your cheeks.

“Oh, you’re so fucked,” Dwayne laughed from his place on the couch.

You started bawling loudly.

“No! stop! shut up, shut up!” Marko tried shushing you.

You pulled away from him, “DAVI-”, you started to yell, and Marko put his hands over your mouth. You scream cried into his hands and he looked up worryingly.

“Just stop crying, ok? Why are you crying? Please stop crying!” Marko didn’t know what to do, but he knew if he didn’t get you to stop your screeching, David would kick his ass.

Dwayne and Paul looked at each other, “dude, bail?”

“Bail.”

And the two of them ran out of the cave. “Oh, thanks a lot guys!” Marko yelled, still covering your mouth. He looked back at the mess you had become, you kept sobbing violently into his hand, trying to break away. “If I take my hand off, will you please stop screaming?” You nodded, still crying. Marko slowly took his hand off your mouth, and you sniffled quietly. “Okay… now, why are you still crying?”

“B-b-because you haaate meeeeeeeee,” you sobbed.

“I don’t hate you, okay? Please just stop already,” Marko would’ve said anything to get you to stop before David woke up.

“Yes, you dooooooooo, you’re always so m-m-m-mean to meeee,” you whined.

“I’m mean to everyone okay!”

“You won’t even let me have cloooooothes!”

“Because David said you can’t have your stuff back!” He was screaming his whisper.

“I ju-ju-just want to gooo h-h-hooome,” you hid your face in your hands. The cuffs of David’s jackets swallowed your arms.

“Okay, okay! I’ll go get David so he can take you home.” Marko couldn’t get you to stop crying, so he would let David deal with you. You were his mate anyways, so he’d take whatever the consequences of waking him up were to get rid of your shrieking. He flew up into the roost and shook David awake.

“This better be an emergency,” David growled, not opening his eyes.

“You deal with her!”

David’s eyes shot open, and he noticed your whimpers and sobs below. “What the shit Marko!” David flew down to the bed, he threw open the curtains and rushed to your side.

“Daaaaviiid,” you held your arms open for him as you sobbed. You looked absolutely pathetic at this moment.

“Shh, shh I’m here sweet thing,” he said, holding you against his chest. David pulled you atop his lap and turned to look at Marko, “you have ONE job while I’m asleep. Look after the pack. Can’t you do that?!” David shouted at Marko.

“David…I-”

“Just, go!” David’s voice was booming in his chest, you actually felt bad for Marko.

“Fuck this shit!” you heard Marko huff as he left.

David pulled you off his chest so he could look at you as he wiped the tears from your face. “Sweet thing, what happened?”

“David…I’m sorry,” he looked so worried, your mind went to the picture album; your heart ached at the thought of him being alone all these years, but you felt horrible for how you got Marko in trouble.

“Y/N, what happened.”

“Don’t be mad at Marko… he tried to take care of me,” David looked at you, his ears twitching at your words. “I just… I needed to go home, and they wouldn’t let me.”

“Y/N what did you do?”

“…I needed them to get you.” You held up the necklace, “it’s my vial, I just… I couldn’t tell them, and Marko wouldn’t get you.”

David’s eyebrows lowered, “so you started crying…”

“I’m sorry, but I really do need to go home!”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, “Don’t fucking scare me like that,” he sighed, “ever again. And you will apologize to the others. Especially Marko.” He held you by the shoulders and looked into your eyes, disapprovingly.

“Yes David,” you said meekly.

“What’s wrong with your vial?”

“I think last night really drained me, and since I’m connected to it…” you shrugged.

“And you still won’t take my blood?”

You looked up at him with doe eyes.

“Fine… I’ll take ya home.” David stood up from the bed. He rubbed the back of his neck, “where did Dwayne put…” he looked around.

“David?” You called to him as you peeked through the curtains.

“Well, you need your stuff don’t ya?” David said, looking around, “where the hell…”

“Oh, I thought you did that?”

“Huh?”

You pointed to the round ceiling light hanging high above you both. David chuckled, he flew up and grabbed the bag and brought it back down for you. “Thank you,” you pulled your wrinkled dress from the bag, turned, and pulled the jackets off yourself. David was putting on his boots when he looked up to notice you changing, he sucked air in through his teeth, and you rolled your eyes at him, “shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything, sweetness.”

“Mmhm.” You pulled the dress over your body. You smoothed the fabric over your form and put your hair up with a clip from your bag. David watched as you moved the clip from your mouth to your hair. From the corner of your eye, you watched him adjust, “oh, you’re just insatiable aren’t you,” you laughed.

He walked over to you and placed his hands on your hips, “can I have you again later?” He placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“We’ll see,” you kissed back. He groaned as you pulled away from him, and carefully led you up the entrance.

You looked around at the ocean as the waves crashed upon the rocks by the cave entrance. You noticed something off to the side, it was the lighthouse you’d passed last night, and you quickly oriented yourself. The horn in the tower sounded and you jumped, startled at the sound. David chuckled as you clutched your heart, “fuck, that scared me.”

He patted your head and scooped you up in his arms. David flew you up the stairs and placed you gently down next to the bikes. “I can walk, David,” you giggled.

“You really trust those stairs?”

You looked back at the warped and mangled old wood that led down the cliff, “fair enough,” you shrugged.

You followed David behind some rocks where his bike was and got on the bike behind him. He pulled your hand from his waist and kissed your fingers, he smiled against your skin and put your arm back down around him. “You’re really layin’ on the charm ain’tcha?” You rolled your eyes at his cutesy behavior.

“I told ya, I want ya.” He put his boot out on the ground and revved the bike, he made a quick turn and you both sped off down to town. The town bustled with bodies, and you looked to the sidewalks where people walked in tandem. It was still early in the night, you saw the orangey, reddish glow of the sun over the waves. David swerved through traffic, this time it was less frightening, especially now that you expected it. You trusted he wouldn’t let harm come to you, that his words weren’t just talk. He turned onto your street and slowed to a stop in the driveway next to your truck.

You let David get off first, then followed up the steps of the porch behind him.

You were starting to like him; he was firm, but fair, and he treated you with a kindness you had long since forgotten. You thought of him and the other boys, you enjoyed watching them all together; they were idiots, but they loved each other. The thought of them all together made you smile; you pulled your keys from your bag and unlocked the door; David held the screen door for you as you walked through the threshold. You turned to look at him and his puppy dog eyes as his boot scratched at the floor in front of the door.

You laughed heartily, “you can come in David,” he lit up and bounced through the entrance. You wiped a tear from your eye and turned on the light. David looked around at all your things, the whole house smelled like you, he took a deep breath and reveled in the smell.

You rolled your eyes at his behavior, “don’t break all my shit,” you walked off to the bedroom.

He picked up a throw pillow from the couch and pressed it to his face, inhaling you for a moment, then he sauntered off to find you. He found you kneeling on the floor with your closet doors open. You pulled a wooden box from the back of the closet and opened the lid. David subconsciously growled as the air from inside the box hit his nose, “I know, I’m sorry.”

You picked up a few herbs from inside and then held a nearly empty test tube up. The liquid inside was a falu red, it was beginning to grey with age, or maybe it was already grey, David thought. He eyed the blood inside, there was an old scotch tape label on the side of the glass that read, M. Ressequie.

You turned to David now, your voice grave as you spoke, “you might want to leave for this,” and waited for him to move.

“I can handle it,” he stood, looming over you.

You sighed, “okay…I’ll try to be fast,” and popped the lid off. David felt like he was going to be sick. He swayed and stumbled into the wall, his cheeks turned a greenish sick, and he felt his mouth go dry.

The stench was powerful, it was more than anything he’d ever come across. He’d smelt Max’s blood before, and that was so strong, in and of itself… but this. This was malicious, he felt a pang in his bones, down to his core he knew something was wrong with that blood.

You grabbed another vial from the case and moved quickly to fill the small glass before you. You filled half of the empty vial with the blood and threw in a concoction of herbs from another vial. You put the glass on the ground and capped the test tube, the air started to clear of the smell, and David grasped his chest. You pricked your finger with a needle and squeezed a few drops into the vial. You prayed over it, in a language David did not recognize, and the mixture in the vial turned black, then glowed a bright red, there was the sound of something sizzling and bubbling. Then, with a loud CRACK the blood stopped glowing. You capped the vial and took off the necklace around your neck and tied the new one on. You quickly put everything back in the box and shoved it deep into the corner of the closet.

You shut the doors, your hands pressing against the wood, as if you took your hands away something would push them open and bring the sickening smell back. Your chest heaved, you hated doing the ritual, and you felt terrible that David had to witness that.

David.

You turned to look at him. He had slumped down against the wall, still holding his hand over his heart.

“Are you okay?” You crawled over to him.

“No…” he looked off past your gaze, to the other side of the room, “why… why was it like that?”

“I told you to leave.”

“What the fuck…” he whispered out; he’d finally regained enough of himself to look back at you. He had a panicked look on his face as he threw his arms around you. He held you tightly against his body, and you felt the wind be knocked clean from your lungs.

“D-David,” you choked out, trying to wiggle free from him.

“My sweet thing,” he placed his hand to the back of your head as he held you, “I’m so sorry,” David whispered against your ear.

You felt your heart break.

You’d tried so hard, for so long, to try and not think of all the things that you lived through with that monster. But watching this vampire crumble at the mere scent of his blood was nauseating. You didn’t know if you felt comforted or anguished that someone else knew the horrors that you’d lived. The scent of his blood alone let David know how monstrous the vampire you ran away from was. You tried not to cry as he held you, but you felt your mask slip, and you sobbed; pathetically, quietly, begrudgingly against his shoulder.

He held you silently as you wept, squeezing you tighter, as if he were worried, that you’d slip away from him. After a moment he pulled back from you and pressed his forehead against yours. “Never… never again,” he whispered, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you as your pained tears turned to ones of joy.

David decided in that moment, he would do everything he could to keep that monster from you. You were a part of their pack, even if you weren’t bound to him by blood, he would keep you safe; he would keep everyone safe. He slowly let you pull away from him, and he wiped the tears that ran down your face. You sighed, and took in the sight of David before you, he still looked at you in awe, and sadness. And you smiled kindly at him, holding his hand in yours, he smiled back.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

You and David turned to look at the front door. “Who the fuck?” Your moment was ended abruptly, and David wanted to tear through whoever was dragging you away from him.

You walked over to go see who it was, and David slowly stood, still eyeing the closet doors with agitation.

You opened the front door to see your neighbor, Nick, standing on your front porch with something behind his back.

“Nick?” You peeked through the front door and the screen door, “is everything alright,” you asked.

“Heey, Y/N, yeah, I got your mail again,” he tapped the newspaper against the door.

“Oh, it’s just the paper, you don’t have to drop that off every time,” you smiled politely.

“No no, I wanted to bring it to you personally, I tried to come by earlier, but… you weren’t home? Your truck is here so I thought…” he tapped the screen door with the paper again, and you opened it to grab the paper.

“Yeah, it’s just been one of those long, crazy days.”

“Oh, I hear that,” he stuck his head out, trying to peer into the house behind you, “say, who’s bike is that?”

“Oh, sorry about that, I know the noise is a lot for the hour,” you chuckled, closing the door a little, you didn’t really want to tell him David was inside. Nick was already so weird around you, as things were. You didn’t want him knowing he wasn’t the man walking around inside your house.

“That’s my bike,” David walked up behind you, placing one hand on the doorframe, and the other on the door, practically engulfing your body in his. He was in no mood to deal with some guy sniffing around his new mate, especially not after what just happened. He sized up Nick, giving him an unfriendly smile.

Nick stood on your porch, bathed in the light that came from behind you, he didn’t like the look of David, and he was even more upset at how he spoke to him. “Oh, Y/N, I didn’t know you had...company,” he stared back at David.

“I don’t, David is just my friend,”

“Wrong,” David said, placing his chin in the crook of your shoulder, “is there anything else I can help you with…” David smiled sickly at him. The word accentuated as David’s tongue pressed off his teeth, his lips up in a sneer. David narrowed his eyes, “Nick?” He said, using the man’s name as an insult.

Nick looked at how David hung off you and looked back to your face. You pulled your body in from the doorframe. Nick stopped smiling.

You tried to ease the tension, it was damn near palpable, “thanks again for the paper, Nick.”

“Anytime Y/N,” he looked back at David.

“Byeee, Nick.” David said singsongingly, he chuckled as he pulled you inside and slammed the door in Nick’s face.

You turned to look at David, “you don’t have to be such an asshole about it.”

He snatched the newspaper from you, “please, it’s not like you want him around,” the paper rustled as he moved it around in his hands. He meandered off towards the bedroom as you yelled at him.

“Yeah, but that’s not the point David.”

He flapped the paper open and held it in front of his face. “Oh, sharks are going to the playoffs this year,” David said casually as he flipped through the pages.

“David, you can’t force people out of my life.”

“But you don’t want him in your life.” He sat back down on your bed.

“He’s just a neighbor, people need neighbors.”

“You think he’s happy being just neighbors with you?” he flipped a page. “I could hear him getting hard from the bedroom.”

“Do you think I can’t handle myself?”

“Hm, looks like we’re getting rain on Thursday,” he said, ignoring you.

“David!” You pulled the paper from his hands.

“Well see, now who’s being rude?”

You frowned at him, “David…” you pouted.

“Sweet thing, I don’t want males sniffing around you.” He cupped your face in his hands, “don’t you have girl neighbors?”

You pulled away from him, “that’s not cute.”

“You don’t think I’m cute?” He walked to you.

“David! I don’t want to be caged!” You pushed him away.

“Sweetness…” he turned you to face him. His finger under your chin, trying to get you to look at him. You turned your head to avoid his gaze. “My job is to keep you safe. I’m not trying to ‘lock you away’,” David bent down to look in your eyes, crooning his neck. “I just want to keep you safe; I won’t lock you away, you know that right?” He placed a soft kiss against your nose, and you huffed, giving in.

“Knock it off,” you brushed off your nose.

“What? I can’t kiss you now?” He was trying to be playful to get out of being yelled at. He nuzzled against your cheek.

“You’re still in trouble,” you said to him, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“Mmhm,” he said against your skin. He kissed down your neck and let his hands trail down to your ass.

You yelped, “David!”

He chuckled, “I like when you say my name.” His lips scraped against your skin. You whimpered for him; David was pleased with your reaction. From the corner of his eye, he saw something move, he stopped kissing your neck and looked over through the window. He saw Nick, in his house, peeking through his blinds, “mother fucker!” David threw the window open and shouted at the man,” you like to watch huh?!” David was fuming, “WATCH HOW I KICK YOUR FUCKING TEETH IN!” Nick scurried from his place at the window and yelled when the lightbulb in his house exploded. You stood, confused at what David was doing.

He slammed the window, locked it, shut the blinds and then the curtains. He turned around, he was pissed, “David? What happened?”

“Do you know that fucking asshole watches through the window!”

“Who?”

“Nick,” he hissed out the name.

You scoffed, “you can eat him later,” you turned to walk into the bathroom. “I’m going to shower before we leave,”

“No,” he grabbed your arm, “you’re gonna wash my scent off.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda the point,” you tried to pull your arm from him, and he pouted. “Daaaavid, I stink! I need to shower.”

He let you go, and crossed his arms in a huff, “fine, I’m just gonna have to put it back on you again later…”

You turned on the bathroom light and started to strip, “that’s fine by me.”

He perked up, he was watching your every move through the shower glass; how your hair fell down and clung against your wet skin. How your hands rubbed over the plush of your breasts, the curve of your ass when you bent down to wash your legs. He growled, he could feel his pants tightening and his mind wandered to how he was going to scent you again that night. He pushed his hands down his jeans to adjust and looked around the room.

David wanted to touch you, but he knew he very well couldn’t with the shower turned on; so, he rummaged through your things while he waited.

He opened your drawers and sorted through your jewelry, and socks, and... your panties. He of course, picked his favorite one and threw that on the bed, planning on making you wear it the second you got out of the shower. He looked through your kitchen cabinets, and your laundry room, your fridge and freezer, he touched all the nick-nacks on your shelves and books on your bookshelf.

David noticed you had little miniatures of different famous buildings, the Lurve, Big Ben, Taj Mahal, the Pyramids, the Colosseum, a Japanese shrine, the Statue of Liberty, even a few rocks that were labeled with different countries. He picked up a red one that read ‘Grand Canyon, 2004’. He looked at all the things you had and practically picked up and set down each and every one of them. He looked for a photo album, or letters, or paintings, like he kept. He wanted to learn your idiosyncrasies and the things you kept hidden.

No luck on the photos, or the letters…where would she keep them. A lightbulb went off in that sick little mind of his, and he made his way back into your bedroom and stood in front of your closet.

He grunted in annoyance. He didn’t want to go in there, not after the reaction he had to Montgomery’s blood, but if there was one place you’d kept something important, it was there. He slowly opened the closet doors, careful not to make a sound, and looked at all the things that were inside. He looked at all your clothes, and shoes, your hats, dresses, scarves, bottoms, and tops.

She’s got a lot of nice things, David thought to himself.

He quietly pushed aside the hangers and reached for a small box that was on the top shelf of the closet. He opened it, “bones?” He quickly put the box back where it was, simply because it wasn’t what he was looking for. I wonder what she does with them. David thought of how Paul, and one time Marko, thought it was funny to make art with bones.

There was a box of bullets next to the bone box, and he chuckled thinking about the big gun in your little hands. His eyes scoured the closet for something of interest, then stared down at the wooden box you had shoved to the back of the closet. He hated that he was afraid to touch it, he peered into the bathroom to make sure you were still busy. You were humming away, sudsing up your hair, enjoying the warm feeling of the water; blissfully unaware of how your vampire mate had just ransacked your home.

David knelt down on the floor and pulled the box towards himself. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for what was inside. To his surprise, it was much bigger on the inside than he had thought, “stupid magic.” He pushed around the vials and herbs to the side and saw some papers clipped to the lid, it was a picture of you and some people. The picture was an old dingey brown, and the date written on the back said 1972. The people in the photo all looked like you, David felt a pang in his heart, was this her family?

He set the photo back down and continued to sift around in the box, he pulled out another picture, it was you in a letterman with a few people laughing around. They all had letterman jackets, and he recognized your truck in the background, he smiled at how happy you looked. Rummaging through the rest of the pictures he noticed one had a cigarette burn though one of the faces. It was you, and a man, you had a black eye that was poorly covered up by makeup, and the man held you around the waist. David figured that it was a photo of you and Montgomery, he wished you hadn’t burned a hole in the photo so he could know what he looked like. But still, he hated the way you looked, so pained in the image. He looked at the test tube, it was nearly empty.

What was she planning on doing after the blood ran out?

…Would she just have died?

David felt angry looking at all the things.

He wanted to throw the vial away, he wanted to fill it with his blood, so you would not be bound to that monster anymore. But he knew better, he didn’t even dare touch the glass with his hands. He was used to blood magic, hell, that’s what feeding was for them. But something like this was beyond what he was used to. He heard the shower squeak off and scurried to shove all the things back in the box. He quickly shut the lid and shoved it back into the corner where he had found it.

“David,” you called to him.

“Yes darlin?” he was worried you’d caught him.

“David, I’m hungry,” you shouted.

He sighed in relief; he shut the closet doors and quickly made his way to your bed. He threw himself against it with a huff, “ahh, yeah? What do you want?” He looked over at you as you walked through the doorway, you had the towel wrapped around your body and the water beaded as it dripped down your hair. His head lifted off the bed, and he smiled at you.

“David?” You batted your eyes at him.

“Yes sweetness?” David smiled. Maybe he wouldn’t have to wait to get you back to the cave to taste you, he thought with that sweet look on your face.

“What’s that?” You pointed at something on the bed above David’s head. The sweet look on your face turning into a sour one. He whipped his head around to look at what you were pointing at and chuckled nervously. It was the lacey panties he had picked out for you.

“Oops.”

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Eternal - Part Three

A vampire!gvf multi-part dark romance AU (Josh Kiszka x reader, GVF x reader)

Warnings: 18+ Only Minors DNI. Mentions of blood, death, vampirism. Mentions of biting and sex.

WC: 2838

There was a heaviness about your body as you stretched it under the covers, turning onto your side and curling into the pillow, inhaling the lavender scent in the soft, plush material. Your eyes popped open once your brain registered the smell. Your pillows didn’t smell like fresh lavender. Yours smelled like the last traces of fabric softener after too long between washes and old makeup you’d fallen asleep in. Sitting up your eyes scanned the room as your head spun a bit. You were in a large four-post bed, a fluffy, black duvet surrounding you. You turned, grabbing one of the pillows, an invisibly herby floral cloud floating up from the movement while your palm ran over the satin.

“Well, at least he’s accommodating to guests.” you murmured to yourself. You glanced next to you on the bed, but there was no one. The empty spot next to you looked untouched, the sheets still tucked tightly into the bed on that side. As your eyes looked over the empty bed, you saw your dress folded neatly at the end. You were about to get up and get dressed, letting the blanket fall from you and sliding out of bed, when a knock sounded at the door, and before you could answer, it opened. You grabbed at the duvet, tugging it back over your bare chest and clutching it there as a familiar looking man stepped in.

“Oh good you’re awak-oh I’m so sorry!” the tall man with curls down to his shoulders’ eyes went wide, a blush crossing his cheeks as he took in your state of undress. You held the duvet tighter, making sure you were completely covered in front of this stranger. He turned around, facing the door before he continued to speak. “Mr. Kiszka asked me to take you home, I was checking to see if you were up.”

“Yeah, I am.” you huffed. “Didn’t chalk Josh up to a guy who lets his roommate take his one night stands home.”

“He’s otherwise disposed at the moment, but trust me when I say he would prefer being the one taking you home.” the man said, still facing the wall. Rolling your eyes, you leaned over best you could and grabbed your clothes, dragging them across the bed and clearing your throat. The man didn’t move and you sighed.

“Do you mind stepping out so I can get dressed?” you huffed. The man turned slightly, his dark curls bouncing over his shoulders as he quickly glanced back at you again and grabbed the door.

“Oh y-yeah yeah, I’m sorry, just, come out when you’re done, and I’ll take you home.” he closed the door with a soft click and you waited a few seconds before starting to dress, slipping your panties on and tugging your dress over your head. You tried to reach the zipper behind you, but struggled, your arms tired like you’d been holding them over your head for hours. Letting another sigh escape your lips before padding over to the door, you opened it. The man turned around, giving you a soft, crooked smile. “I need help with my zipper.”

“Sure, yeah.” you turned around, feeling his hands tug the seams together in one hand and pulling the tag up your back. “There, all set.” he murmured as he let go, and you turned back around.

“My shoes…” you trailed off, trying to think of where you left them. They were in your hands in the library, and then you couldn’t remember if you’d had them in the bedroom. The man picked up a small bag on the floor, handing them to you.

“Josh thought your shoes would be too uncomfortable to wear home, so he had these brought for you.” you took the bag from his hand and peeked in, noting your heels were in there, along with your small purse and a pair of black velvet ballet flats. You shuffled them from the bag, slipping them on and wiggling your toes in the taught material of the new shoes, stretching them out a little.

“Wow, remind me to hook up with more rich dudes.” you joked under your breath. The tall man chuckled a bit before clearing his throat, offering you the ride home again. You followed him down the dim hallway, back down the large staircase. Instead of the front door, he led you towards another, smaller hallway, and through a door, out towards a garage. As the lights flickered on you were greeted with a menagerie of cars. SUVs, sports cars, motorcycles, in all different colors. “Ooh, do I get to pick my uber?”

“Unfortunately, no.” the man shook his head, pointing towards a black Cadillac Escalade. “I have orders to take you home in that.”

“Orders?” your eyebrows raised. The man stopped at the trunk of the car, turning back to you as you folded your arms across your chest. “What do you mean, ‘orders’”?

“I work for Mr. Kiszka.” he explained. “I’m kind of like a glorified butler.”

“So not a roommate?” you clarified. The man shook his head. “I recognize you from the club. What’s your name?”

“Daniel.” he reached out a hand, and you took it, meeting his strong grip with one of your own. “You can call me Danny though.” you gave him your name and he smiled at you, moving to open the back passenger door.

“Oh, I would prefer sitting up front, if you don’t mind.” you smiled sheepishly. “I tend to get car sick in the back.” Danny nodded, closing the door and moving back a bit, opening the front passenger door. You climbed in and he shut the door once you were secured into the seat. He moved around and climbed into the drivers seat, turning on the car and backing out of the parking space in the large garage.

The drive back to the city was longer than you realized last night, although you had been distracted by the attentions of the man your current travel companion worked for. You felt a small flame of heat flicker in your lower abdomen as you recalled the way Joshua had touched you, the way his mouth worked you over so intensely and perfectly. Glancing down at your lap, you watched as your legs opened slightly at the thought of that man between them again, and you swallowed hard when you saw a faint, pink mark. That part had been a dream, right? Surely you dreamt that Josh had bitten you and drank your blood. Vampires were absolutely not real.

Yet the tip of your finger ran over the small scar, subtly lifting up the hem of your skirt to see a matching one only a few centimeters away. Staring at the bite mark, you felt your heart start to beat faster. You felt dizzy, finally tearing your eyes away from your thigh and resting your forehead against the cool car window. The late spring day was chilly and rainy, exactly what you needed, leaving an alleged vampires home.

“You’re not about to puke, are you?” you opened your eyes, glancing over at Danny, who was nervously glancing at you from the road and back.

“No, I’m just a little dizzy.” you replied softly, straightening up in your seat.

“Oh, in that bag with your shoes, there should be a smaller one in there, it’s for that.” Danny seemed relieved to hear you weren’t about to stain the upholstery, no doubt he’d be the one having to scrub it clean if you did. You leaned forward slowly, grabbing the bag from the floor of the car, placing it back on your lap. You rummaged around your shoes and purse, until your fingers felt more velvet. You pulled out a pouch, and heard soft rattling inside. Pulling open the mouth, you reached inside, grasping hard plastic and pulling out a bottle, two more resting inside.

“Iron pills?” you furrowed your brow, looking into the bag. “Vitamin D, B12…what is this?” you looked up at Danny, who cleared his throat nervously.

“Well for the uh…the drinking…of your blood.” he shrugged as nonchalantly as possible. You stared at him for a few seconds.

“Oh my god.” you muttered. “Oh my god. Oh my GOD! This is real?! That wasn’t a dream?” you looked from Danny to the road, out your window to the trees passing by. “Danny, are vampires fucking real?!”

“Um…well,” Danny looked over at you briefly. He was trying to figure out how to best deliver his answer, already seeing you start to freak out. “Yes.”

“Oh fuck,” you tossed the supplements back into the bag and shoved it to the floor between your legs again. You reached over and clasped a hand on Danny’s forearm. “Oh god…your boss is a vampire.”

“I’m aware.” Danny chuckled at your concern. “Are you okay?”

“I-I don’t know.” you let go of his arm and sat back in your seat. “Can you take me back? I need to see him. I need to see them.”

“Them?” Danny looked puzzled and slightly nervous. “What do you mean?”

“Them! The fangs!” you pointed at your own mouth. “Josh’s fangs. I need to see them again.”

“While I’m sure Mr. Kiszka would love being woken up to you sticking your fingers in his mouth to look at his fangs,” Danny deadpanned. “we’re almost to your apartment.” you hadn’t realized you were already back in the city, and he was right, you were only a few blocks away from your home. You raised your hand to your mouth, biting on your thumb nail anxiously as your world reformed around you. Sooner than you wanted, you were faced with being alone, as Danny pulled up to the curb outside your building.

You unbuckled your seatbelt slowly, leaning again to pick up the bag at your feet. The rattling of the vitamin supplements made you sigh anxiously.

“Hey, I know this is a lot.” Danny leaned on his elbow on the center console, moving in closer with a soft voice. You shot him a look and rolled your eyes.

“Well you seem to be handling it very well.” you snapped. Danny just nodded.

“I’ve known for a while, I’ve adjusted.” he offered simply. “My advice for right now is go home, take those pills, take a shower, and take a nap. You’re going to need it. Between just you and me, Mr. Kiszka doesn’t send his dates home with vitamins, so he must prefer you.”

“Do most of them make it home in the first place?” you asked lowly, looking seriously at Danny. His lips pressed into a thin line and stayed silent, and you had your answer. “Good to know.”

“Go get some more rest. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon.” Danny gave you a small wink. You drew in a sharp breath. “Hey, that’s a good thing. I promise.” nodded, you grabbed the door handle with your right hand, the bag with your belongings in the other, and stepped out of the SUV. Danny stayed parked outside until you were inside the building, not budging until you stepped into the elevator in your building and disappearing from sight.

Once inside your apartment, you were greeted by a yowling Jameson, pacing by the door since the moment he heard your keys down the hall. He rubbed against your ankles as you walked in, nearly tripping you while weaving between your legs in your attempt to shut the door and lock it again.

“Yes, Jameson, I’ll feed you, give me a frickin’ minute.” you grumbled as he yowled loudly again. “I bet you woke the neighbors this morning screaming like that.” you tossed the bag on your kitchen counter and moved to the pantry, reaching for one of the cans of wet cat food you kept for Jameson’s breakfast. You placed the mushy seafood mix onto a small plate, setting it next to his dry food and water bowls, watching him scurry and purr as he gobbled it up.

Now that he was satisfied, you grabbed the bag, taking your heels out and tossing them into the closet with your other shoes, and kicking the flats off into there as well. You set your purse on the little table by the door with your key bowl, then moved to the bathroom. Turning on the water of your shower, you stripped out of last nights clothes, putting them in your small hamper and letting the bathroom fill up with steam from the hot water.

You took the pill containers from the bag, looking over the supplements again. You being sent home with these, like Danny said, must mean that Josh seemed to like you. Or at least wanted you alive longer. You looked at your body in the fogging mirror, standing with your leg at an angle to look at the bite mark again. The small pink scars were lighter now, seemingly still healing from when you last looked.

‘That’s one bright side,’ you thought, picking up the iron pills again. ‘I wouldn’t be covered in scars if I saw him again.’ pausing, you mulled over your words. Did you want to see him again? The climax he brought you to had been unlike any other, for that alone you’d pick up the phone if he called. The bite, you couldn’t remember feeling any pain, but you remembered the feeling of him drawing from you, making your thighs shake a bit. You gripped the edge of the bathroom sink in one hand, your mind reliving the memory all over, the image of him staring up at you from between your legs making your heart beat quicken. Steadying yourself, you took the caps off the pill bottles, pouring one of each into your palm and tossing them into your mouth, quickly turning on the faucet and letting water pool in your cupped hands, slurping it up to wash them down. Better to be prepared now instead of sorry later, you figured.

After you took your time in the shower, you padded in your robe out to the living room, deciding to check your phone. A few messages from Willa, asking about your night. You decided to respond briefly, a few eggplant emojis that would suffice for now, until you were ready to talk about it more in depth. You definitely couldn’t tell her about the other part to your night, she would think you’re insane. You were having a hard time thinking you weren’t yourself. But as you scrolled through you notifications, you saw message from an unsaved number, two simple lines.

‘Be ready at 8pm. Wear black.’

It was sent in the early hours, while you had still been asleep in his home. You didn’t bother replying, but before you laid down for a quick nap, you let yourself peruse your closet for your best black outfit. Once you’d settled on it, you disrobed, crawling under you covers and snuggling into your own bed. As you settled, you felt as if you could still smell the traces of the lavender from Josh’s house, though every trace in your hair and skin had been washed away.

The light was less blinding this time as you found yourself sat in the branches, feet dangling as you glanced over, the ground seemingly miles below you. The leaves around you shaded your eyes as they adjusted to the new surroundings. The wind wasn’t as harsh this time, just a gentle breeze moving the strands of your hair around softly. You placed your hand on the trunk of the tree where you sat, eager to feel the pulsing again. The tree thrummed from inside, almost pushing against your palm. A peace filled you as you timed your breathing with it, contentedness claiming you.

After a while, the wind started to pick up, and you heard the familiar whistle from the last time you were here. Opening your eyes and looking down, you could see the perimeter of the light had gotten smaller, and the black, smokey shadows were darting around outside it, speeding in circles around you. You curled up into the tree, hoping that it would encase you in its branches again and keep you safe. As the screaming wind around the tree continued, you heard your name being called through it. It was quiet and soft, as if you shouldn’t have been able to hear it at all over the piercing sounds. You tried to see where it was coming from, figure out who it was calling to you.

In your twisting around in search of the source, you didn’t realize that you’d lost your grip on the branch you had been perched on, slipping off with a surprised gasp as you plummeted to the ground below. You tried to grab onto other branches as you fell, fear and terror building in your stomach with each failed attempt as the long green grass hiding stone hard earth beneath it got closer and closer.

You heard your name one more time, a loud, angry cry on the wind before everything went black.

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jesuisici33 · 6 months

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tease tidbit tuesday/wip wednesday

tagged by @mammameesh @wikiangela some more i want my blood in your veins aka vampire!buck!

putting it under a read more because it's kinda long but here's that eddie getting jealous of taylor i've been teasing for this fic

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Buck smells her before he hears her call out his name.

He shouldn’t be surprised that she came down to the station today. Taylor is such a fucking tease. Especially when he gets hungry. Like this morning. Humans are easily awakened to the scent of bacon or eggs for breakfast to get them out of bed. Buck wakes up that morning to the scent of Taylor’s blood filling his nostrils. It’s stronger, muskier, and mouth watering than usual. Not like any of the shallow cuts she gives herself to get his attention or the way he breathes in her scent as he’s feeding from her. It not only makes his fangs throb with need, but his cock starts to harden.

Throwing the covers off, he’s greeted with his and Taylor’s still naked bodies from the night before. Both too sweaty and tired to really shower or get dressed in pajamas again. Using his nose as a guide, he sits up and finds a small blood stain on the sheets. Trying not to wake Taylor (not only is she not to be trifled with when hangry, but she is not pleasant when just woken up), he gently nudges Taylor’s legs open. There. That’s where the source of that beautiful, mouth watering scent is. She’s on her period.

Buck knows this time is bound to happen eventually. He remembers times when they’ve hung out as friends he’s smelled a faint scent of her period coming from her. However, it has always been blocked off by a tampon soaking it all up. The cotton smell taking over all of the delicious blood.

When Taylor does eventually wake up, she groans as she sees what’s happened during the night. Grumbling how they have to put the sheets in the wash and now she’ll have to take a handful of ibuprofen to help with the cramps she’ll get throughout the day. How she’ll need to stop at a pharmacy for tampons since Buck doesn’t have any and fuck she hates this time time of the month.

Then Buck sees the morphing of an idea start in her head.

“You can just…suck it out, right? Feed from me here? You can help me get rid of it faster, right, Buck?”

If they had more time, if they didn’t have to go to their respective jobs in record time, Buck would gladly lay on the bed and have Taylor sit on his face. Unfortunately, they live in a world where jobs exist and Buck has to wait to eat Taylor out.

And now she’s here at the station taunting him.

“I didn’t think we were expecting to see you,” Eddie says. His voice is aiming for friendly, but it comes out clipped. Buck tries not to feel guilty. He knows he should come clean to Eddie. Explain why he switched to bagged blood at the station instead of going with him to one of their hideouts when he gets hungry and biting into Eddie’s neck like he used to. “Is it a slow news day or something?”

Taylor’s smile stays in place at Eddie’s barb. “Little puff piece not too far from here. Thought I should stop by and see how you’re doing.” The last she says to Buck. She cups his cheek to get a good look at his eyes. He hasn’t had any blood today. It was half Taylor’s request, half Buck’s anticipation for later today. Now that he’s in closer proximity to her, he can smell it even stronger. She isn’t wearing a tampon right now. Tilting his head he tries to figure out what she’s using. Is it a pad? There’s more blood pooling together.

“I’m good. Excited for tonight.”

Leaning down seemingly to kiss his cheek, she whispers in his ear, “I’m wearing a menstrual cup. Can’t wait to take it out in front of you.” Before Buck’s mind can process her words, she grins her reporter smile to the rest of the 118 and says, “It was nice to see you guys, but I gotta go! I’ll see you at home, Buck.”

A few moments later, Eddie corners him as they’re wiping down the fire truck. “Is everything okay? What did she say to you to make you look so shocked?”

For a long moment, Buck debates on whether he should lie to Eddie. However, he’s been lying to Eddie so much lately, he isn’t sure he can do another lie. Besides, he’s pretty sure if he shares the bare minimum, the conversation would end quicker than if he denied nothing was wrong. So might as well share some of the truth, right?

“Taylor’s on her period. I’m…helping her with it.”

“You’re…” It’s Eddie’s turn to short circuit. “Oh. Right. You would enjoy that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Buck’s defenses aren’t all on high alert, but they definitely are halfway there.

The rag Eddie is using jerks in sharp, staccato motions. “It’s just that – well. It’s blood, so. You would like to…drink from there. Is all. And hey, it’s a free meal every month for what, five days? No biting required.”

“Taylor’s not-her period isn’t-I don’t see this as free meal time. That’s not what this is.” Isn’t it? If Taylor didn’t ask first, how long would Buck ask to drink from her pussy while she’s menstruating?

“But it’s a perk with her.”

“Okay, yeah. Maybe it is. So what?” Buck doesn’t understand where this random hostility is coming from. When Buck told him that he started dating Taylor – started feeding from Taylor – Eddie seemed fine with it. Maybe a little put out that he still wasn’t feeding Buck, but he didn’t seem angry. Or at least, if he was, he would’ve said something to Buck. Except he hasn’t, so he isn’t. So there’s no reason for Eddie to be this mad at Buck for doing what fucking vampires do!

Sighing, Eddie stops cleaning the same spot he’s been cleaning. “You’re right. Your eyes are getting redder by the minute. You need to feed soon anyways. Have fun with Taylor tonight.”

Eddie walks away and Buck is left feeling like he just failed a test he didn’t study for.

#vampire!buck

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causticjuice · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 13 — Menophilia

Secondo x AFAB!reader

Notes: This was actually my first fic idea ever and I wrote most of it a while ago. I'm not that happy with it, because I think I actually made quite a bit of progress in terms of my writing ability. But if it’s just sitting there, I might as well post it.

Tags: SMUT (MDNI, 18+), menophilia (menstruation kink), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering

Word count: 1k

ao3

Your periods have been a mixed bag all your life. Sometimes pretty painful and generally inconvenient. Depending on your emotional state, though, they can get pretty bothersome. Ever since a particular event in your relationship, however, sometimes you could almost say you look forward to your period.

One night, you were feeling particularly annoyed at having to deal with this nuisance. You were lying on Secondo’s bed, listening to him complain about some sibling, clergy member or ghoul, you couldn’t even remember. Clearly, your lack of engagement in the conversation was obvious.

“And then he had the gall to- Are you even listening to me?” He asked, looking up at you with a lowered head.

“Sorry… could you repeat that?” You replied while furrowing your eyebrows and rubbing your forehead. You tried your best to give him a sincere smile, but all you could manage looked halfhearted and pained.

“Amore, is everything okay?” He sat down on other side of the bed, his torso turned toward you.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

“Don’t brush me off, per favore. I can see something’s wrong, I am no fool.”

“It’s really nothing. It’s just… I’m on my period.”

“Hm, I see. And if I may ask, what about it upsets you, tesoro?” He got his legs up on the bed and leaned closer to you.

“Well it's just… I don't feel great. And I have been stressed about my duties here lately, so it’s worse than usual.”

“Ah, I understand. I can tell this is a… complex issue. Still, may I share my perspective?” He gently placed a hand on your knee that was closest to him, where your leg was bent.

“Sure,” you placed your palm over his.

“You are a warrior. You fight every day to be who you are. And the blood you shed is that of battle.”

“Yeah, I like that. Keep going.”

He shifted closer to you.

“Isn’t blood something we celebrate here in the church? Something so visceral, so raw. Grotesquely beautiful. It shows you’re alive. And it’s delicious,” he drew out the last word and the intensity in his eyes seemed almost threatening.

You exhaled loudly in amusement but he stayed unmoving.

“Do you mean…?”

“Sì. I would like to taste you. If you are comfortable.”

The sudden turn of the conversation left you reeling but very aroused at the thought of his face covered in your blood.

“Yes- fuck. Please.”

He slid his hand from your knee to the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down together with your underwear. You were glad you decided to use only a pad that day.

“Will you get a towel?”

“No need. I won’t waste a drop.”

He was eager now, looking almost feral. He spread your legs and leaned down to inhale deeply through his nose. He let the breath out with a hum, closing his eyes. All of a sudden, he started unbuttoning his shirt, as if he just remembered that it was still on him. You could only stare, captivated as he discarded it on the floor.

Now only wearing his slacks, he lied down on his stomach below you. His hands began wandering over your thighs, up and down, back to your ass, thumbs almost reaching your crotch, but not quite. Until one of them did, sliding from the bottom of your opening to your clit, making you gasp. Then he spread you with both thumbs, captivated by your body.

He couldn’t hold back anymore, lunged at your cunt with a growl and latched onto it with his mouth. His tongue started lapping at you immediately, and once he got all he could on the outside, curling inside of you. It moved up to swirl around your clit, his mouth already smeared with blood and eyes looking unhinged and locked on yours. The sudden stimulation was overwhelming but his enthusiasm was intoxicating. It felt like he wanted to eat you alive.

He was sliding a finger inside you while his tongue was still working your clit. As he began to curl and pump it, you knew it was for your pleasure but also his own, to stir the blood within you. Then he pulled the finger out, held it towards you and you opened your mouth eagerly, latching around it and sucking. The coppery, bitter and salty taste lingered on your tongue as you wondered how it tasted to him.

He put his lips back on your entrance to get what he had agitated with his hand. He was eating you out like a starving lunatic and yet it felt so incredibly good, like he was executing a deliberate and well developed technique. With his tongue deep inside you, his hooked nose was grazing your clit, so you pushed his head down. You couldn’t help thrusting to grind yourself on his face, but his hands grabbed your hips and shoved you back down.

He pulled off of you and looked into your eyes, looking like a wild animal. Your blood was smeared on the entire lower half of his face and his lips were pulled into a snarl. He once again lowered his hand between your legs and shoved two fingers inside without warning. You gasped and threw your head back in surprise. When you adjusted enough to be able to open your eyes, you saw his gaze still locked on you and tongue snaking down to flick your clit.

With his fingers pounding you and his tongue moving so fast it looked like a blur, you were rapidly approaching your climax. You were whimpering and writhing under him, losing your mind from the stimulation.

“Ohh, f- Yes! Papa!” you screamed as you came while gripping the sheets at either side of you.

Once he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers out of you and licked all remaining blood off of them. He dipped his head down to lick a long broad stroke over your slit one final time, which made you shiver.

“Thank you,” you breathed, watching him sit up.

“It was my pleasure. Do you feel better?"

"Yes, I do. Much better."

"I am glad to help. Now and in the future."

He was able to help many more times after that night.

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THE BLOOD DROPPING FROM THE DARK ROSE IS ALWAYS THE SWEETEST

Danger is afoot...

⸸tags: PTSD symptoms, foul language, mentions of self harm and blood. Around 4.8K words.

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IV - LOSING MY RELIGION

There had been no rest for you when Wednesday started. There had been plenty of nightmares though. Father Tebbit’s carcass had risen from the depths of your mind, haunting you during the entirety of the night. There was no escape from him. You had heard the rhythmic sound of his cane beating in your head as he walked right behind you, in the end catching up and dragging your screaming body to the shadows with him.

You trusted Copia to take care of the situation. However, he hadn’t lived what Tebbit was able to do as you had. That was what scared you the most. Bones hurting and head aching, you managed to get up from your bed, going towards your bathroom. The image that the mirror reflected seemed haunted. Remnants of tears running through the face, purple bags under the eyes, a very messy hair that looked almost like a bird’s nest. Then, there were the hands. Some blood had come out of the wounds during the night, but nothing severe. You touched the gauze, a very light black stain laid over the part the covered the knuckles. The kiss that Copia had left there the night before had been the gentlest one that no one had ever given you, not your family, not your previous friends, not even the few exes you’d had. He was truly an oddity, at least in your eyes. Maybe there were more people like him around the world, maybe you just had the worst luck in existence.

Very reluctantly you stepped into the shower, the lukewarm water a welcome sensation. It didn’t only clean your hair, your face and your hands, but also a bit of your worry. Despite that, there was something in the back of your mind, something that you hadn’t been able to shake since the previous day. If everything went wrong, if Tebbit indeed found you, there was no other option than to escape and start over. You thought of leaving all that you had built here: your store, your friendships, your routines and your… relationships. You had been happy for a while, more than you remember ever being, and that thought broke your heart, tears falling down your cheeks, their salty taste on your lips mixing with the water from the shower. You needed to trust Copia, he was your pigeon protector after all.

When you got out of the shower you got greeted with a message from the Cardinal himself:

CC: “Buongiorno, Claire. How are you feeling?” A slight smiled rose from your lips.

Claire🌹: “Honestly? I have been better, but I have also been worse. It is an unexpected middle ground.”

CC: “That is a bit concerning, cara. If there is anything I can do to help, just ask ok?” You thought to yourself that another one of his kisses to your knuckles would make you feel much better, but your brain restrained your fingers from sending a message of the sort.

Claire🌹: “Thank you, Copia. I think I just need time to compose myself. If Tebbit fucked off from this city, that also would help my mental health a lot.”

CC: “It seems to be more difficult than that, sadly. As you said, he has lots of connections that make him untouchable. Nothing is lost however. We are working very hard to kick him out, for good.” There was a sharp feeling in your chest, almost agonizing while reading Copia’s message. You knew that Tebbit was a cockroach, a pest, so nasty and persistent that made you want to run away from your home and never come back.

Claire🌹: “I trust you… but there is a feeling in my chest that tells me that something is going to go wrong.”

CC: “We will take extra precautions. You will be safe from him, I promise.” You needed to believe him, for your sake. It had to be true. “A proposito (by the way), in half an hour or so my assistants will be picking you up to get the flowers, so be ready.” You mentally thanked Copia for changing the subject.

Claire🌹: “Oh! Then I need to hurry. You got me just getting out of the shower so I am nowhere near ready.” In your imagination, Copia was blushing at the idea of you getting out of the shower, naked, dripping water with a small towel trying to cover your body.

CC: “Then I will leave you be, cara. We will talk later.”

Claire🌹: “Sure, have a good morning, Copia.”

CC: “You too.”

With that, the phone was discarded and it was time to get ready. The choice of clothing was pretty obvious to you: jeans and a hoodie. You didn’t even try to match socks, one had little pizzas and the other was literally the pride flag. However, the idea of your face looking like one taken from a Tim Burton movie was not the most appealing, so a little makeup was needed. After trying unsuccessfully not to look like a zombie, there were still ten minutes left to spare until the cardinal’s assistants would arrive to your apartment, so you decided to make yourself a cup of coffee. There was still a little instant coffee left in the kitchen, but once it was done you regretted preparing it instantly, longing for a coffee from The Rest and Be Thankful. There was no time for that though. Nonetheless, there was time to get a bit of insight on Tebbit’s whereabouts and wrongdoings during the last few years. You would do anything you could to help Copia get the monster that was Tebbit out of the streets, hopefully rotting in a cell if you found something that was juicy enough.

Even searching for his name turned your stomach upside down, the coffee you just drank in danger of going down the drain. There were articles about how he was an upstanding member of the Catholic church, of his investigations on demonic possession, some misunderstandings he had had with a Cardinal from the Vatican for his less than unorthodox methods of exorcism. You also found some pictures of him with some outstanding members of the government, high members of the church as well as some noticeable criminals and drug lords. Those last ones truly shocked you, they were not difficult to find and in them Tebbit could be seen hugging human trash with almost entirely naked women behind them and trails of what you imagined to be cocaine on a table next to them. Of course Tebbit did not indulge in those pleasures, but he did give special permits to those who did so they could still go to heaven. Of course you could be a narc and also a catholic if you offered the right price, duh.

Tebbit’s face was making you even more nauseous, so you let it be for the time being. Just in time because you heard the downstairs bell being called. You rushed downstairs, hoping to be distracted for a few hours.

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Copia’s ‘assistants’ were two of those silver-masked people you had seen when you first had met him a couple of days ago. You were still not used to those looks. They were in front of a very classy black delivery van. The assistants were silent, you hadn’t crossed a word with them at all so you almost jumped back when one of them spoke.

“Good morning, miss Claire. Cardinal Copia asked very fervently for us to be nice to you, so we will do just that.” Fervently? What an odd choice of word. “My name is Mountain, this is Swiss.” The person which name was supposedly Swiss just tilted their head to the side, as if to find something in you that wasn’t quite obvious at first glance. They reminded you of a black cat. You nodded and without exchanging any more words you entered the vehicle.

The van was nice, there were some seats in the back so you seated there. Swiss and Mountain sat on the front so the back felt a bit lonely. Nonetheless, the trip to Matty’s was nice. Mountain left you in charge of the music, so you pulled your trip playlist from Spotify and you three jammed to the music all the way there. You sang very low, there was not enough energy in you to give a full performance. Mountain was lightly tapping the wheel and Swiss was trying to play some string instrument made of air, probably a guitar or a bass, you were not sure from the back of the car. Curiosity got the better of you and you decided to ask Mountain and Swiss about their odd masks.

“Why? Are you curious? You would not like what is behind here, doll.” Swiss responded and you raised your eyebrow. “We are not precisely your type.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You regretted asking just as the words left your mouth.

“Oh, don’t act so innocent. You and I know that you aren’t. The Cardinal wouldn’t have chosen you if that were the ca-.” Swiss was interrupted by a very strong punch by Mountain.

“You dumb-fucking-ass! Shut your mouth!” As much as you tried to make Swiss talk about the meaning of their words, they just wouldn’t budge. You pouted the rest of the way to Matty’s. You would ask Copia the next time you talked to him, for sure.

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When you got to the terrain, Matty was rightfully surprised to see you with such… individuals. You introduced Mountain and Swiss, but Matty’s expression noted that he was having none of it. Once you finished talking, he asked for a word in private. Mountain and Swiss left to pack the flowers in the van.

“Jesus, Clarire, what are you doing with those… weirdos?” Matty asked, brow furrowed. You were not going to lie to him, he was too important to you, so you told him everything. He knew about certain parts of your childhood, but you had your reservations while talking about specific parts of it. You told him about Tebbit, about what had happened the previous night and about what you thought was coming your way.

“My dear girl, you should not face this alone. Let me help, let me talk to rest of the members of the committee. Fuck Shack!” Matty shouted the last part and you jumped.

“Matty, it is too risky. I don’t want you to get hurt. Please, don’t do it, stay here. I have the help of Cardinal Copia and his church, they also have their methods. I trust him.” He lowered his face, took off the glasses he was wearing and rubbed his eyes in a tired manner.

“You are old enough to do what you think best, dear. I just want to give you a piece of advice: trust those that give you the truth. That Cardinal of yours might be hiding something, you don’t know him at all.” Now it was time for you to lower your head. He was right, you had been too careless. Copia had charmed you with nice words and gentle touches, but you didn’t actually know him.

“I-I know, Matty. I-” Tears were starting to sting your eyes. “It just felt nice to find someone that cared for once. He has been so nice to me, and he is so nice to talk to… I feel like I am truly myself when I am around him.”

“My dear, it seems to me that you are falling for him…” You tilted your face upwards, the tears that were about to fall stopped in their attempt. Matty saw your slow nod to his words and then the dry laugh that escaped your lips.

“It seems that way…yes. For now is just a tiny crush, I think.” You lied.

“In that case, take care. Follow both your heart and your brain, as there is truth in both of them.” You launched forward, hugging Matty in an instant. He hugged back. Both of you stayed like that for a minute or so and then parted.

Mountain and Swiss finished putting the flowers in the van and Swiss waved at you. Matty hugged you once more before you left and you told him that you would text him later.

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As you saw Mountain and Swiss unpacking the flowers and storing them in your shop, you told them that you needed a real coffee and offered to buy them some for their help with the flowers, which they accepted. Mountain asked for a large americano with some caramel syrup and Swiss opted for an iced peach tea.

There was a feeling of tranquility when you entered The Rest and Be Thankful. Sam waved at you when she saw you coming in and you gave her a small smile back. You had a lot of explaining to give to her. You made your order, Sam raised an eyebrow to the large number of beverages.

“Are you trying to sweeten someone up? Maybe a certain member of the committee?” Shit.

“About that… something happened…” There was a worried looked in Sam’s face when you said that. “I couldn’t talk to Mr. Shack. There was someone else with him when I tried to have a meeting about… the thing…” You needed to tell her, but you had talked about Tebbit enough for a lifetime in a single day. You decided to push through the pain in your chest and tell her the truth. “Shack has made a dangerous arrangement with a man from my past.”

“What? Claire I-” You didn’t even let her finish.

“He is a Catholic priest, a high ranking one as well, but he isn’t a good person.” Sam stopped trying to interrupt you and just listened. “His name is father Tebbit. He used to try to ‘take the demons out of me’ when I was a child. Shack has hired him to end the Satanic church that resides in this city. And I know it sounds crazy, and that I should not involve myself and you less in something like that, but Father Tebbit is bad news… I am sorry if you hate me because the hole isn’t going to be fixed, or if you think I am insane…” You were ranting now.

“I believe you, Claire. My relationship with the Catholic church isn’t the best either. I hold them plenty of resentment on my side… I cannot even imagine what you went through. I am sorry for that.” You were about to cry again. It seemed that that was the only thing you could do at the moment. “Is there anyway I can help?” Sam asked, a gentle smile on her face.

“I don’t think so, just be careful.” It hadn’t crossed you mind, but if Tebbit found you, you were probably putting Sam and Matty in danger just by talking to them. “Thinking about it… give me your phone.” Sam blinked a few times but gave you her phone. “If anything happens, if Tebbit by any chance tries to do anything, call this number.”

“Whose is it?” Some heat rose to your cheeks, a bit embarrassed to be answering a question like that.

“Cardinal Copia, a member of the Satanic church. He is a… friend, and he is also helping me with the Tebbit situation…” Sam gave you a cheeky smile.

“So you like a man in the collar, but in an evil way, got it.” You turned from a slight shade of pink to a red tomato.

“It isn’t like that, Sam, please.” There was no use hiding your face, but you at least tried by putting your hands over your eyes.

“Ok, ok, whatever you s-” Suddenly Sam went pale. “Claire... how does that asshole of Father Tebbit look like?” All the hairs on your back suddenly rose, a chilling sensation freezing your bones.

You knew he was close, Sam didn’t even need a description from you to know it was him. Tebbit entered the coffee shop and there was a solemn air following him, as if a funeral was being held in the cafeteria. You turned, you wish you didn’t, but you turned. He looked the same as you remembered him, a short bitter old man, menacing brown orbs, receding black hairline that was turning white in several spots. Some things in him were different though, now he wore metallic frame glasses and he had grown a bit of a mustache and a goatee. There were also things that you would have liked to be different about him, like the limping you had caused him so long ago, instead you wanted him dead. The trusting cane he had sent to be handcrafted for him always by his side, the wasp in the amber looking as menacing as ever, a reminder of your failure to cause him a more serious injury.

Tebbit looked directly at you, as if he had known that you were there. He couldn’t have known, but you were sure that he somehow knew. You froze, beads of sweat falling from your forehead and neck. Maybe you could turn invisible and run if you wished it very hard… it didn’t work when you were a child, but maybe in that moment it would work…

“So… it was you who I saw yesterday running away from Mr. Shack’s office. It is good to see you again Claire.” No words could come out from you, even if Tebbit opened your mouth himself and forced you to move your vocal cords to produce any kind of sound. “Not even a ‘hello’ to an old family friend? Your parents raised you better than that, little bird.” His nickname for you almost made you puke, but you resisted the urge. “Speaking of your parents… I am still in contact with them, they miss you dearly. They will be very happy to know your whereabouts…” He stopped speaking for a second as if he were assessing his options. There was no restrain from you as you dig your nails in your hands once again, letting the blood flow down your hands, little drops falling to the pristine wooden flooring of the cafeteria. Sam took notice of your struggle and grabbed one of your hands, trying to calm you down by drawing circles on the back of your hand, but there was no use. “You know… you could even come with me to see them. I am sure that they will be more than happy to have you home again.” A scream was about to leave your mouth when Sam stepped in.

“Look, sir… I don’t know who you think you are, but my friend here is not going anywhere with you or near you. For all I know you are a drug dealer or a kidnapper, so you better get out of my establishment at once.” You looked at Sam, worry on your face. She was putting herself on the line for you. Even after everything you said about Tebbit and she didn’t even flinch at him. You wished you could have been more like her, but you were not. Tebbit still had you caged, a little bird trapped and trembling just for his amusement.

“I just told you, young lady. I am a friend of the family…” Sam’s eyes were now flickering with anger.

“Yeah, yeah, pedophiles also use that line to lure children. Do you also own an ice-cream truck by any chance?” Tebbit chuckled, but he looked annoyed. The grip on his cane tightening as Sam devilishly smiled.

“You should not annoy people that you don’t know, miss. Maybe their intentions are not the best.” Sam’s grip of your hand tightened a bit, and you slightly hissed from the pain. “Well, it was good seeing you little bird. We will surely meet soon.” Then, Father Tebbit left.

Sam looked worriedly at you and with reason. As much as you tried to, you were not able to breathe, or at least that’s what it felt like to you. Sam’s voice turned into a muffled sound. You heard words that’s sounded like help and phone but nothing else. She helped you seat on a nearby chair and then started calling someone on her phone.

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“Hello? Who is this?”

“Hi! Em- you don’t know me, but something happened with Claire. Are you Cardinal Copia?”

“Excuse me? Who the hell are you?”

“I am Claire’s… friend, Sam. I own the coffee shop on the same street as her flower shop. She gave your number in case something bad happened. But there is no time for that! Father Tebbit has found out that Claire is in this town. He has made some disturbing comments about him getting her back to her parents and has threatened me. I told him to fuck off, but I am guessing it is not safe for her to leave the establishment alone.”

“Figlio di puttana! (son of a bitch) Ok… some of my assistants are nearby, they will pick Claire up and take her to a safe place.”

“Please, take care of her. She is very shaken up at the moment.”

“I can imagine. Grazie for calling Sam, you are a good friend to Claire.”

“… Bye.”

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Mountain and Swiss were there to get you five minutes later. Sam was at your side, kneeling down, hand on your leg, squeezing gently. There was no memory of you getting back into the van, no recollection of your trip to the Abbey. Suddenly you were in Copia’s arms, clinging to his red cassock as if your life was about to end. Tears streaming down without any control.

With all the gentleness possible, Copia was there grabbing your side, helping you walk towards your destination. The next thing you remembered was a small room dimly lit with a small bed to the side. He let you sit on it and in an instant you were putting your hands on your face, trying to cover the sobbing mess that you had become.

Copia knelt in front of you, overwhelming worry on his face. You couldn’t tell with your hands covering your eyes, but tears were starting to flourish from his own. Sadness wasn’t the only expression on his face though, there was also unadulterated and pure anger. Anger for the man that had made you cry and feel like that. If he could, he would tear him apart limb by limb if that made you smile.

“Cara, per favore, look at me…” A sob escaped your lips but you complied his request. “Eccoti qua… Per favore non essere triste mia dolce (there you are… please don’t be sad my sweet)”. You blinked, not understanding a word of what he was saying, but it sounded romantic enough to make you stop crying. “That’s it, good girl. I am sorry about you encountering Tebbit like that, but…” He stopped speaking, not sure on how to explain what was going to happen next. He then started cleaning your hands and putting them in bandages, you hadn’t even noticed that they were there. “Listen, Claire… you are going to need to stay here in the Ministry for a few days, only until we figure out what to do with Father Tebbit. All your needs and even all your desires will be our utmost priority, I promise.” Your hands were now completely cleaned and protected as if soft white gloves were covering them.

“B-but…” Copia looked at you with big, glassy eyes as you suddenly spoke. “W- what about the f-flower arrangement, all the flowers are in m-my shop…” You managed to say between sobs. Copia laughed, a compassionate and warm laugh that made your chest flutter.

“Oh, cara. You still worry about your job even during the most unfortunate of times, you are very responsible. Adoro questo di te (I love that about you).” You blinked, once again not knowing what that last part meant, but somehow you could feel it in you. Maybe it was that your emotions were already exposed, maybe letting Copia seeing you cry a few times had made you not care about what he thought of you or maybe you were desperate for the comfort. You leaned forward just a bit, so you were at face level with Copia. Your hands went mindlessly to cup his cheeks, and you looked into his eyes. Copia’s face matched his cassock and he felt like melting butter under your grasp. His expression was that of a lost pup that didn’t know what to do. You were expecting for him to pull back, a reason to convince yourself that it was a mistake, but Copia looked at your lips and then back at your eyes with a new found hunger. Convinced, you closed the gap between you.

The kiss was gentle and sweet, the lingering aroma of coffee and mint present in Copia’s mouth. He tasted so familiar and sweet that a lonely tear escaped your eye. The newfound salty taste almost made you pull back, afraid of what Copia might have thought. Surprisingly, his response was to deepen the kiss, as if doing that he could take your sadness away, and in some way it did. When you finally parted in need of air, the look on Copia’s face was one of worry. Maybe he thought that you would regret the kiss, but you smiled at him.

“I have been wanting to do that the entire week.” His face relaxed at your words.

“…Me too, cara.” His words came with a hint of hesitation, but his expression was the sweetest. A slight smile adorning his mouth, his hair a bit messy, some of his lipstick smudged and a blush adorning his cheeks and… freckles? You were surprised that you hadn’t notice until that very moment, but you couldn’t stop looking at them. There were like a map of the night sky and you wanted to kiss every single one of them. With a newfound confidence after the kiss you proposed something.

“I don’t want to sleep alone, can you stay?” Copia blinked very quickly, surprised at your request.

“Are you sure?” Copia asked.

“I just need someone to hold me, and I need it to be you…” Copia’s red tint reached his ears.

“As you wish, mia principessa (my princess).”

You both took off your shoes, Copia helped you with yours, not wanting to reopen the wounds on your hands. He left the cape of his cassock over a chair on the other corner of the room and you took off your hoodie. Copia went back to your side and put your hoodie beside his cape.

Once everything was in place, Copia held your hand and helped you lie on the tiny bed. Your back was pressed to the wall but you didn’t mind. He soon followed you into it, his back facing the room. Very gently Copia pulled a blanket that was at the feet of the bed over the both of you and he grunted due to the effort and the little room to maneuver. Once he was pleased with how covered you both were, you reached for his hands and got even closer to him.

“Thank you, again. This time for staying here with me.” Copia sighed.

“Dear, there is no need to thank me. I would do whatever you asked of me.” Copia’s fingers gently brushed your knuckles. “I know you worry about what others think of you and about how you present yourself as a very professional and competent person, which you are, but cara, you shouldn’t worry at all if that puts your happiness in danger.” You exhaled deeply and when you were about to speak Copia continued talking. “However… I have asked Mountain and Swiss to bring all the flowers for the arrangement here, to the Ministry. You can work on it tomorrow if you desire, with help, of course.” Hearing such good news made you launch yourself forward, hugging Copia as best as you could. He hugged you back, smiling into your neck.

“You are perfect, you know that, right?” A giggle escapes Copia and he tickles your cheek with his moustache when he speaks again.

“By no means, you on the other hand…” Rolling your eyes you broke the hug to look at Copia with a serious expression.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but I am the most faulted person to exist.”

“Then we can be faulted together…”

“I would actually really like that…” You smiled.

“It is a deal then, cara.”

Everything gets silent after that, only the even sounds of Copia’s breath can be heard. You allow yourself to relax, getting closer and closer to him, setting into his broad chest, your ear close to his beating heart. The steady beat became a nice rythmic lullaby that sent you into the deepest of slumbers. For the first time in a very long time there were no nightmares, just peaceful dreams.

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Sisterly Blood

warnings: incest, manipulation, blood, dub-con

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Money ruled the world. Especially your world. A little too much?

Perhaps, it was pretty odd since you and your other siblings were born with a price tag on you. Most of your siblings had some sort of value to other sorcerers and were auctioned off at some point in their lives. You were the runt of the litter, useless and cheap. Lucky for you, your older sister had been generous enough to take you in despite your cheap value with a discount.

You thought that she was doing it out of sisterly love.

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Music blasted from your phone, you were fresh out of the shower, bouncing around in your room after another day of being stuck inside with nothing to do. Well, you had a lot of chores to do during the day like cleaning the entire house and cooking but once those were done, you would practically have nothing to do. Today, you cleaned the house faster than yesterday and your sister had told you that she would bring takeout, so you didn’t need to cook.

There were only so many things you could do at this house. The TV was full of reruns and your laptop could entertain you only for a couple of hours. Everything always felt like hell until your sister came home and spent time with you.

Looking at the time, you figured she would be home soon, you dropped the towel around your body and started getting dressed.

You heard a clutter.

A crow sat atop your window, head moving around like the ticking of a clock, twitching in different directions but its single eye was on you like a haunted painting.

You covered your naked breasts and angrily walked up to the window, with a hasty move you pulled your curtains closed. After putting on your clothes you rushed down the stairs, “Stop spying on me!”

Mei Mei snickered behind her hand as she stared at you through her hair. You had caught her entering the house after her shift. “You are just so cute when nobody’s looking.”

“You were looking!” Furrowing your brows, you stood in front of her, your stare slowly descending to the takeout bag in her hand.

Noticing your stare, she held out the bag toward you. She leaned in for a kiss as you took the bag from her. Her soft lips lingered on longer than a greeting kiss, you felt butterflies in your stomach, smiling to yourself. “Let’s eat first. You’ll have enough time to lecture your poor older sister.”

Don’t call yourself that, you wanted to say but you nodded as she leaned in for another kiss.

She placed her warm hand on the small of your back and led you toward the dining room while talking about her day. Or complaining. You couldn’t tell. She loved telling you about how much money she made that day and what she was going to buy you next.

You put two plates on the table as she sat in her place. She continued the conversation with some gossip about how Nanami’s recent work partner quit. “If I could bet on it, I would bet on that he slept with her,” she grinned and tapped her long nails on the table. “And Satoru Gojo broke up with his girlfriend he kidnapped from Kyoto, At least Utahime was pleased about that. Honestly, I feel bad for every woman that ends up tangled up with the Jujutsu High trio.”

You nodded languidly as you served her a portion of the food and put some on your plate. Not feeling the need to ask, you grabbed sparkling water for the two of you from the fridge as she continued about how she was invited to a business dinner. “Do you want to join me?” She raised a brow as she asked.

“No, thank you. I have a lot to do.” Everyone knew who you were. The looks they gave the two of you were nightmarish. They shook their head in disapproval and disgust. Some looked at you with twisted desire, curious more than they should be. You remembered the first time you met one of Mei Mei’s friends and the way he was grinning as he spoke to you, knowing… no he was fantasizing about what was happening behind closed doors, you could see it in his perverted gaze.

Mei Mei never sought the approval of others. She wasn’t ashamed like you were. She paraded you around like the jewel you were but you couldn’t be as careless.

You looked at her, she was playing with her food. Just like you were.

“It would be fun,” she said, her free hand rubbing your knee under the table. “I need something pretty to distract them as I scam them out of their money.”

You chuckled at that and it turned into a gasp as her hand moved toward your inner thigh, you felt a pang in your stomach and watched her smile widen. “Mei-”

“Stop acting like we’re still at our family house.” Her hand squeezed your thigh, her eyes were hauntingly black, and you felt cornered. A tiny mouse in the claws of a crow. “I saved you, remember?”

You remembered. She took you in when no one else would.

“Do you?” she repeated her question, dropping her cutlery to grab your face.

You spoke through your pursed lips, she was squeezing your cheeks tightly. “Yes, ma’am.”

Her smile softened, and so did her grip. She caressed your cheek as her other hand moved inside your pants. “You are being such a good girl, aren’t you?” Her long and slender fingers moved along your folds, making you drop your cutlery and hold onto her shoulder with one hand and plant the other on the table for support.

Next thing you knew, she grabbed you by your neck and bent you over the table. Your cheek was flat against the hardwood next to the food, you felt nauseated to be inhaling the strong spices coming from the plate and Mei Mei’s fingers slid inside you and her body pressed over you. She nosed some hair out of her way and spoke into your ear. “Tell me how much you want your sister.”

Her fingers were thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace and her palm was rubbing against your clit just right. You were feeling lightheaded and when she started thrusting her hips as if she was fucking you, something snapped. You tried speaking but your first few tries were futile as Mei Mei’s drumming fingers made you unable to utter a single word. “I want you bad. So bad.”

She clicked her tongue but she didn’t stop moving her fingers or snapping her hips into you with the same rhythm. She was letting her hot breath hit your ear and biting your lobe lightly when she spoke again, “Who do you want?”

“You, Mei Mei! God!” You pressed your forehead against the table, freeing yourself from her hot mouth for a second before she bit your shoulder. Letting out a pained yelp, you felt something coiling in your tummy.

Licking where she bit you, Mei Mei smiled against your skin. “And who am I?”

It clicked. You knew only she was depraved enough to get off to it when you were desperately trying to forget about it. You shook your head and she bit you again, this time harder, hard enough to draw blood. It didn’t take you long to notice that you were bleeding because she was licking your skin so gently.

Her pace was slower now, waiting and waiting… her fingers were drumming your walls agonizingly deliberately, driving you crazy. You wanted to move your hips to take over the pace but you were unable to do so with Mei Mei pinning you down with her entire weight. You exhaled roughly and whispered your next words, “You’re my older sister.”

Mei Mei stopped licking your shoulder and started planting kisses on you. “That’s my girl,” she said before rolling you over. She made quick work of pulling off your pants and watched you intently, you casually lifted your shirt revealing your naked chest to her eye.

Her lips curled up into a smile as she took her place between her legs and you sat up. Her fingers slid inside you with ease, you were soaking wet and needy. She planted kissed on your chest and took your nipple in her mouth, slowly finger-fucking you and sucking on your tit. Your fingers brushed through her hair as you moaned when her palm rubbed your clit and you started holding her hair, scared of pulling it, you were holding a long piece tightly away from her face.

Her mouth closed around your nipple slowly again, and she sucked and licked your tit in her mouth, driving you crazy. Her fingers weren’t as slow anymore, she was picking up her pace and feeling your pussy clench around her fingers. She knew you were close and wanted to reward you for being a good girl.

The coiling suddenly stopped. You let out a soft moan, legs clenching, head tilted and eyes rolling to the back of your head. The feeling of a climax struck you like lightning as your sister’s teeth were planted on your teeth and her fingers were knuckles deep inside your pussy. You came on her fingers while twitching and hugging her head tightly.

There was a short moment of you trying to catch your breath while Mei Mei licked your tit and pulled her fingers out of you. She stopped licking you and moved onto licking your juices off of her fingers, she hummed in delight, letting you know that she was enjoying your taste.

You were reminded of the first night. Things were mostly the same but that time, there was blood on her fingers. She had licked the blood off her fingers just the same, smiling to herself about you losing your innocence. She was still proud of that.

Mei Mei pulled you into a kiss, slowly her lips moved against yours and she pulled back, looking at you with a sinister smile. If only you knew how much she paid for you. You were priceless. “The business dinner is at seven tomorrow. Be ready at six.”

You absently nodded.

It was useless to pretend that she was anything other than your sister. Blood was thicker than water anyway.

#mei mei x reader #tw incest

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apuff · 3 months

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pinned post under construction :3

hello it is i. apuff. if you don't know me, you can call me puff or apuff, and if you do know me, you can also call me puff or apuff. if you know my actual name due to being friends (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE), you can use ann as a substitute

i like albums, concept albums, concepts, conceptual art, concept art, and art, and i also liked making that sentence

in case you couldn't already tell, i am obsessed with my chemical romance, it basically eclipses my entire waking mind

i also like webcomics like unfamiliar, castoff, aurora, i want to be a cute anime girl, heartstopper, and laika's comet

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i have a few different tags for various things in my blog, like:

art (some old art of others' is on here, but it's mostly my art)

apuff's inane ramblings (inconsequential text posts)

mcr (My Chemical Romance is an American rock band from Newark, Ne)

dungeon meshi (you know what this is you're on tumblr)

miku (HATSUNE MIKUUUUU)

art save (things that are pretty, i'm trying to keep tutorials out of this now but i might forget)

save (like..general useful stuff, good websites, not very specific)

things i want to draw (self-explanatory, more for text posts that inspire me than images, which is "art save")

picrew (picrew chains. i reblog the picrew of people that i tag in these because otherwise i can't find them ever)

long post (posts that are long, this is mostly for blacklisting)

free palestine (self-explanatory)

remember this (desperate plea. i don't even know what i use this for)

art tutorials (TAG I JUST MADE UP NOW!!! i probably won't retroactively tag things as this)

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ok so for starters for trigger/blacklist tagging i'm using the format of just the thing in the tag, not "cw" or "tw" before or after it. for example, something with blood would just be "blood" not "tw blood."

for bright colors, i'm doing "eyestrain." i'm tagging things with flashing/strobing colors, lights, or light n darkness "flashing lights" if you're sensitive to that, please make sure you have it blocked since i can't cover the absolute myriad of the unstandardized tags for that specific thing on every reblog with it.

let me know if there's something i need to tag on a post, i forget a lot of stuff/autoreblog plus there's fears i don't know about and things

now palestine/gaza related posts are sort of a whole different beast in terms of tagging? i'm trying to put down "free palestine" on every post i reblog about the topic (cause you actually need to do that to get tags to trending) (plus overall blog sorting is good)

now obviously, the entire GENERAL CONCEPT of the current genocide is dark and upsetting, so know that i really can't tag every possible thing that could be upsetting. but, i'm trying to make a system of particularly upsetting things, especially pertaining to images & videos

ok so. for images/videos of children being actively harmed, as well as graphic text descriptions, i'm doing "child harm" this does not cover statistics of children killed or general comments on the fact

things like videos/images of gunfire, shooting and bombing, i'm doing "violence" like the other one this doesn't cover descriptions of those things happening.

"injuries" is self-explanatory- burns, bloody injuries, face trauma, etc, you get the drill (even blurred/pixely censored ones)

"dead body" is also self-explanatory, doesn't include body bags except if they have visible body part sticking out

tags that could mostly apply to anything (like "gun" or "blood") don't have any special tags, i just use the generic ones like i said above

still thinking of a tag for people being distressed about their situation/ their dead loved ones since things like "death"' are too vague and would cause overfiltering but i can't think of something accurate. if you have any suggestions, let me know.

#i just need to add some tags to this so tumblr doesn't keep prompting me to add tags

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i-can-even-burn-salad · 8 months

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Word Find Tag

I was tagged by @little-peril-stories :D

My words: swing, sweat, sweet, swirl

Your words: fast, fault, fair, fear

Tagging @dont-touch-my-soup @burntcoffeewhump @verkja and @clairelsonao3 if you want to do this :)

Those are from Till Death (what a surprise, right?):

Swing

Clayton lowered the knife and watched the wound for a moment. Apparently pleased with what he saw, he grabbed Finnian’s hair, pulling his head up and scrutinizing him. Finnian showed no reaction, not even as Clayton twisted his hair and slapped his face. With a disgruntled noise and a bit too much force, Clayton dropped Finnian’s head, making his body swing. He said no word as he left, leaving the dismantled oil lamp on the ground.

Sweat

Perhaps she was too late to save him, but she couldn’t just leave him hanging there. As she stepped closer, she raised one arm to cover her mouth and nose with her sleeve. The stench of sweat and blood and excrement hung heavily in the air. She put down the basket and pulled her knife to reach for the first rope, glad it was an overcast day after all. She wouldn’t have liked to be around a dead body baking in the sun.

Sweet

Between fruits and root vegetables, cheese and preserved berries, nuts and dried meat, it was certainly too much for one person, considering she was still going to visit the village before winter, to purchase a bag or two of grains. It didn’t feel too much, though. Not when some days, she still found herself reaching for the second cup. When she still thought of how much he would like them when she picked ripe, sweet berries. And when she still hadn’t brought herself to dismantle the second bed.

Swirl

A pained moan rang in Finnian’s ears. His throat did feel as if it could have been his, but he couldn’t remember making a noise. In fact, he couldn’t remember anything. Fragments that didn’t make sense swirled in his mind. The forest floor passing by, upside down. Running as fast as he could, fear eating through his insides. The chiming of a bell.

#salad-tag #word find tag #dead body: is still alive #eilis: :o #wip: till death

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dominimoonbeam · 2 years

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Promises Promises

Another Sam/Vincent fic... I love the idea of these two.

Alexis has just turned someone and William drags Vincent along to check on things... only to find a terrified Sam.

tags: angst, non-con turning, hurt/comfort, blood, aftermath of violence

Promises Promises

Vincent followed William onto the elevator, going straight up to the penthouse. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Alexis had never been his favorite person and he almost never went to her apartment, but William had told him to bring a car around tonight, so he had. William had gotten into the passenger seat, so Vincent had gotten back into the driver’s. On the way, William told him that Alexis had turned someone tonight—that she and a friend had been in a car accident.

The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. They stepped out right into the foyer of her apartment. She rushed to meet them, sensing William.

Vincent gawked. He’d never seen her so… frazzled? Her clothes were bloody, dirty, and torn. Her hair was a mess and her eyes wild. There were empty blood bags on the floor of the hallway leading to her bedroom.

William cooed at the state of her, opening his arms to her.

Vincent saw the relief flash across her whole body when he showed her affection, as though she’d been expecting something else. Why? William had always been sweet with her, even though she rarely deserved it. She pressed into his arms and let him fuss over the state of her.

William met Vincent’s eye and then flicked his gaze toward the hall.

Vincent didn’t second guess it. He disappeared down the hall and through the open door of her bedroom. It was dark inside, but his eyes could see through even the thickest shadows.

The reek of blood, death, and fear almost repelled him as soon as he entered. The covers had been tossed off the bed and a man lay on the sheets, shaking in tight, strange convulsions. Vincent came closer, staring down at him. The man’s shirt had been ripped off, his side smeared in blood with a thick, fresh scar beneath. From the car accident? His breaths came ragged, almost choking, and Vincent realized suddenly that the man was awake and staring back at him. Why was he shaking like that? Why was he breathing like that? Was it part of turning? He didn’t remember much about being a newborn himself. Was this normal? William probably should have sent someone else to check…

He was about to step back when the man let out a choking cry, stopping him cold. He strained, as if he was trying to arch off the bed but was strapped down. “I can’t… I can’t…” he wheezed out words, panic almost tangible in the air now.

Vincent leaned closer, gaze flashing around to try to find what was holding the man down. There was blood on his mouth from feeding, and blood on his neck from dying.

“She said I can’t move and I can’t… Oh god…” he said, barely a whisper and accent thick, but it was all thunder in Vincent’s ears.

No. He wasn’t strapped down by some invisible force. His maker had told him he couldn’t move, so his body wouldn’t. “She invoked you.”

“Kill me,” the man asked, almost demanded, breaths so tight that even that seemed to be a struggle under the hold of whatever she’d commanded. He stared up at Vincent, meaning it. Begging for it.

Vincent wanted to throw himself away from this stranger, the request too much of a reminder of things he had said only a handful of years ago. But this wasn’t the same. This wasn’t his fear and pain. This was someone else’s. This wasn’t the fear of being a vampire—it was fear of Alexis and being bent to her will.

“I told her not to turn me,” he choked out, shaking so hard against her invocation that he looked like he might pass out. “I told her. Please. Make it stop.”

Holy shit.

“Vincent, get out of there!” Alexis snapped from the other room.

Sam flinched on the bed, breathing faster, trying to stay conscious.

“I’ll get you out of here,” Vincent promised without another thought, the words jumping from his soul and past his lips.

“Vincent!” Alexis shouted, boots clipping the floor on her way toward the door.

No. He couldn’t let her in that room. He couldn’t let her near this guy again.

He was at the door as soon as she opened it, pushing her down the hall and back into the living room. “What did you do?” Vincent hissed under his breath.

She snapped teeth and shoved him off just as they reached William, who look appropriately surprised but not shocked that his children were fighting.

“What is he talking about, Alexis?” William asked, always calm.

She hissed at Vincent because she couldn’t say “nothing” and lie to her maker.

Vincent pointed back at the bedroom. “He didn’t want to be turned. He’s fucking terrified of her!”

“Shut up!” Alexis yelled back.

William had gone still, focus fixed on Alexis. “Tell me that isn’t true.”

She glared at Vincent and, for a second, he thought she would lunge for him.

“Alexis,” William called, voice low and deceptively gentle. “Look at me.”

Vincent tensed, something dangerous in William’s voice that he’d never heard before. Vincent realized then that he’d never heard him angry before.

She turned, trying to look sweet now. “He’s disoriented. We were in a car accident. I will present him to you in a few days and you will see—”

“Did he ask you not to turn him?”

Her lips pressed shut.

“Alexis…” Her name came out of him in a wave of disappointment. “He was empowered, yes? He understood the decision. We agreed to respect that.”

“Was I supposed to let him die? He’ll be grateful when he’s through the blood lust.”

“Will he be grateful, or will you invoke him to show gratitude?”

The silence that stretched screamed her answer. Alexis didn’t see the difference.

“She’s invoked him already. He can’t move,” Vincent said.

She shot him a glare and he knew suddenly that he’d have to watch out for her for the rest of his life. “Snitch,” she spat like a curse.

“Release him from any invocations, Alexis,” William said. It wasn’t a request. It was a command from a maker to progeny. Suddenly the weight of just how horrific this situation was hit Vincent. The power William had over them…She would have that over this person?

“Vincent,” William spoke without taking his eyes off of her. “Take our new friend to the car.”

“What?” Alexis was already shaking her head. “No! He’s mine!”

William hissed low and she jerked a step back from him. “You are going to tell me what happened. Would you like to do it on your own or must I make you?”

Vincent took steps back from the scene, ducking away down the hall to that dark bedroom again.

He was surprised when he walked in and the bed was empty, but only for the split second until he saw the shape of a man pressed into the corner. He dragged deep breaths, still shaking but not in the same way. He flinched when Vincent came closer, so he slowed, holding out his hands. “We’re going to leave,” he said clearly. “You, me, and William.”

The man’s face pinched, confused and struggling, and then smoothed with alarm. “Solaire.”

Vincent sighed, at least he knew that much. This wouldn’t all be entirely new and impossible to him. “I’ll keep her away from you. We’ll fix this.” He winced. It was the wrong words and he knew it instantly. They couldn’t fix this. This man was dead and turned. There was no reversing that.

But the stranger didn’t point it out, he didn’t look right at him either, seeming to weigh his very few options.

Vincent waited for that tiny nod of consent. “Is it okay if I carry you? I can get us out of here fast. You won’t have to see her.”

He still wasn’t looking at Vincent’s face, but he nodded again. “Alright,” he said, voice rough and the word rounded in his accent.

Vincent crouched down and easily scooped the other man into his arms, not missing how he tensed or tried to curl in on himself and away from him. He moved fast, through the apartment and down the stairwell. Alexis was too busy with William to even make a grab for them.

He got him down to the parking garage and into the backseat of the car. Thank god he’d taken one with a backseat… “I’m Vincent,” he said, crouching in the open door. He didn’t even know his name.

The guy’s gaze lifted almost to his eyes and then jerked away with a wince. “Sam Collins.”

Vincent’s heart squeezed in his chest when he realized why he wouldn’t look at him. “I can’t trance you. No one can.”

Sam’s heart beat faster. “Alexis…”

He nodded slowly. “Makers can invoke their progeny.”

He cringed.

“William will handle it,” Vincent promised, surprising himself with how much he believed it. They’d had plenty of rocky years, but he knew William wouldn’t let this go on in his clan. It was wrong and cruel, and William wouldn’t ignore it.

Sam nodded, seeming to at least be trying to believe him.

Vincent could sympathize. He had had to take a lot on faith when he died, and it all looked so impossibly terrible in those first days, weeks, and even months. He wouldn’t wish that on anyone. “Sam?” Vincent waited until he looked back at him, meeting his gaze for the first time that night. He wondered what those eyes had looked like before he was turned, but knew he’d never ask. It would never matter. All that mattered was what happened now. “I know this is awful, but I’m going to help you in any way I can. I won’t let her near you, if you don’t want her to be. I promise.”

Sam stared at him, still shaky, but slowly relaxed. He nodded tightly, once. “Thank you.”

Vincent stayed with him until he fell asleep in the backseat and William returned to the car. “She won’t be able to invoke him again,” the king said before getting into the front seat.

They drove home without another word and Vincent put Sam to bed in William’s house.

It was almost dawn and William told Vincent he could leave, he didn’t have to stay. William would untangle the mess and get Sam through his newborn phase. Alexis would not be a problem.

But Vincent didn’t go home, not yet. He’d stay at the main house for a few nights…maybe a few weeks. He’d made a promise, after all.

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #sam/vincent #angsty #hurt/comfort #traumatic turning by Alexis #aftermath of violence #dominimoonbeam #fanfic

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lunamists · 9 months

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A Different Kind of Danger [BKDK]

Omegaverse A/B/O

A!Doctor!Bakugou x O!Yakuza Boss!Izuku

Cw: blood, violence, injury, weapons, murder

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Katsuki sighed as his shift at the hospital ended and he finally got the chance to head home. It had been a grueling 12 hour shift and it felt like everyone somehow was managing to get hurt in the worst ways possible. Way more than usual.

He watched the clock closely while he typed into the computer some notes for himself and things for patients he took care of earlier.

Once that clock hit 12 am, he was free.

He barely got much sleep the night before so he was lucky to have himself a day off the moment he stepped foot out of the hospital. Slinging his bag closer to himself he started his walk back home.

His house was only about a block away, he got somewhere that was close enough so he wouldn't have to drive everyday to work while being in the middle of all the good food spots and stores.

It was no wonder why the price tag on that house was so high.

He just let the cool autumn air hit his skin practically dreaming about the warm shower he would be able to take and the long nap he would be engulfed in when he got home.

Or so he thought he'd get.

No, a doctor's job is never done even when they aren't in their hospital.

So when he passed by an alleyway that he normally didn't pass by, only changing things up because of the construction that had started at some point during the day, he saw the figure of someone in the alley.

Now there was 2 things he kept in mind once he got his degree.

1. He couldn't save everyone.

2. Saving someone might cause him his life.

He was currently staring at the figure remembering his second note but he couldn't help the distressed scent that came from within drawing him in. It was an omega he could tell very easily.

But what he couldn't tell was what exactly was wrong.

The more his eyes focused and the cars that passed by that illuminated light into the alley for split seconds the more he could notice.

The way the omega was breathing heavily and was slightly slouched.

And the slight traces and smell of fresh blood.

Was the omega hurt? Does he say something? The omega is still standing...but is still in distress.

He didn't have much time to think about that though as the omega leaned slightly back before turning their head towards Katsuki.

"I can hear you, you know. What do you think you're doing?" The male voice asked. Male omegas were rare so Katsuki's eyes slightly widened upon hearing him.

"I smell the blood and distress coming right off you. If you're trying to not be noticed you're doing a poor job at it."

Katsuki watched as the man turned around more and took some steps forward as he chuckled quietly. "Are you scared? Worried? I can't tell with you...I usually can."

"Yeah, that's the power of scent blockers and suppressants working their magic. You should invest."

"You're funny. I could be coming over to kill you next and you still have such a sharp tongue with me" The omega fully stepped out from the shadows and Katsuki got a good look at him.

His hair was a curly mess–well, overall he was kinda messy. Probably from whatever he just went through. His eyes were slightly in a daze but Katsuki could still see the dull green that hid behind his expression. His eyes matched his hair in the green aspect but his hair was slightly matted and clearly had some blood whether it was dry or not was hard to fully make out.

He wore a black blouse that showed off his arms and was slightly unbuttoned to show his collar. His body was covered in scars, some worse that others but one of his arms had a full sleeve of tattoos that reached up to his neck that covered up some.

His blouse, however, along with the pants he wore, white bell bottoms that he wore were drenched in blood, some spots were brighter than the others showing the age of the blood.

Katsuki looked over his body, he wasn't dainty, quite the opposite actually, he packed muscles that matched Katsuki's own. Hell, he'd say they were even tougher looking. His outfit said quite the opposite than his figure, so he was confused on why he was so dressed up.

Though those questions would have to wait, however as the omega looked at Katsuki, taking in his features as well and went to talk to him again but quickly went to hold his side as he hissed in pain.

"F-Fuck.. Adrenaline wore off.." He chuckled quietly through his teeth. Katsuki sprung into action, not even thinking, just turning on his doctor brain for this guy even though he openly admitted to killing as he gently grabbed a hold of his wrist to pull his hand back.

"Let me see." The guy had a glint in his eye that screamed death that would make anyone stay at least 50 feet away from him but Katsuki stood his ground.

"Let me see. I'm not going to hurt you nor say anything. Just let me see."

The man's glint slowly turned into a look of pain as he relaxed and let Katsuki take a look at his side. From first glance you couldn't have tell that there was a wound there, a deep one at that.

But as Katsuki lifted up the side of his blouse he saw the deep gash there. It was crazy to him that this man was even still standing and talking and even walking. "How long ago did this happen?" Katsuki asked pulling back for a second to look through his bag.

"Shit...I.. I'm not sure...I guess I kinda blacked out there the entire time.. Once that fucker was d-dead I noticed that was there. He must have got me with a knife or something.. It's no big deal, I can walk it.....off..." His words trailed off as he watched Katsuki bring out compression bandages and wrap them around his torso before sighing. "My place isn't that far.. I have medical supplies there.. You need stitches now."

"You think I'm just going to let you take me to your house? Absolutely n-"

The man held an arm over his eyes as he let Katsuki stitch up his wound. He didn't make a sound, he looked just tired honestly, and before he knew it Katsuki was done with the stitches and bandaged them up.

"That was the quickest stitches I've ever got.. And they're really neat..hm." The man hummed impressed.

"..A doctor helping some random person in pain...a random person who just killed someone in an alley. You aren't afraid of that?"

"Threatened too many times to be phased honestly."

"Yeesh, doctor life sounds rough." The air filled with silence for awhile as Katsuki packaged back all he had into their respective spots until the man spoke again. "Thank you.. What's your name?"

"Katsuki. You?"

"...I have a feeling you'll find out one day. I better go, my lieutenants are probably worried why I haven't returned."

Katsuki looked the man up and down before chuckling. "Normally I'd suggest not moving at all right now, but, you seem like you can take it." The man smiled at him before he started to walk to the door. "Not many people would do what you did." He hummed quietly. "For that I'm in your debt." He said before he walked out of the house.

Katsuki sighed, watching the man leave. He didn't have a story, he didn't have details, yet he let in someone who was bloodied in not just his own blood but also someone else's.

He let in a murderer.

Yet, he didn't feel weird about it.

The omega, while strong, yes, couldn't mask the pain he was in. The pain of betrayal and heartbreak. Maybe he went feral? Maybe that was just him naturally. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

But what he wanted to know could possibly.

Katsuki spent his day off mostly inside. He couldn't be bothered to use more energy than he needed to. Energy that could be stored for his shift tomorrow. He was still on call, sure, so his day off could be cut short.

But he didn't want to think about that so he just laid about, mostly sleeping but watching movies. The one time he decided to go out that day was when it was around dinner time. He decided to order food and bring it back home.

He hasn't been able to eat at the place in awhile so, it was like his treat for getting through as much as he had.

Yet, a thing he tends to forget about is how dangerous his area of living is.

So when someone came up behind him, holding a knife to his neck, demanding everything he had on him. He let out an exasperated sigh and jabbed the perpetrator in the stomach and twisted his arm around.

The person groaned in pain as they dropped the knife, giving Katsuki the in to push them down to the ground and step on their wrist. He was about to let go and tell them to run off and leave him alone but a giggle came from behind, catching him off guard.

"Got yourself under control?" Katsuki looked back at the green haired omega before looking back down at the thug who looked like they've seen a ghost.

"You know you're not supposed to be doing things like this in this area, silly." He said to the thug, walking closer.

"M-Midoriya..I..I'm sorry..my..my boss was going to kill me if I didn't get s-something for him. I'm so-"

"So this is your boss' doing, hm?"

He said before snapping. Katsuki was confused until a couple of people came out from behind him, making him jump. A brown haired omega and a blue haired alpha. They quickly took a hold of the thug on the ground and looked at..Midoriya.

"The warehouse? You want us to get ahold of his boss too?" Midoriya thought for a moment, humming quietly. "Leave the boss to me, kay? Anyone can take care of him there. I have something to take care of."

He said, looking back at Katsuki. The two of them nodded and dragged the thug off leaving Katsuki and Midoriya to their own devices.

"Just..what..are you?" Katsuki asked, confused. "Let's go get your food, alright Kacchan?" Midoriya said, starting to walk in that direction.

"How do you-"

"You'll get those answers eventually."

Katsuki was unsure whether or not to just leave it be but in the end he just nodded and quit trying to ask him questions.

Midoriya was clearly someone to not mess with, not that he wished to.

It was strange. Katsuki would run into Midoriya then go a week without seeing him again. Most times that he saw him was by complete accident. Katsuki couldn't say he was complaining and everytime he saw him he just felt like he got closer to him.

It was probably what had brought Midoriya to be waiting for him outside of the hospital he worked at after his shift with a grin.

"Wanna find out everything?"

Izuku, Katsuki came to learn, brought him to his place of work while starting to explain some things. "Izuku Yagi, to be exact. Head of the Yagi clan. I run everything alongside my father."

Katsuki listened as he spoke, curious of what this would lead to. "The day you patched me up was the day I found out my alpha was actually out to kill me rather than be with me. It was arranged, but.." He trailed off, looking out the window. "I guess I started to actually feel something for him towards the end there." He sighed.

"I shouldn't drag you so deep into this, but.. You patching me up meant a lot.." He hummed. "Plus you looked so miserable. No offence. Thought we could spice your life up a bit." He winked.

Katsuki chuckled quietly, rolling his sleeves up. "Spice?" He hummed, looking at Izuku. "Who says there's not already spice in my life." Izuku's eyes widened as he looked down at the sleeves of tattoos he had on his arms before a grin appeared on his face.

"Katsuki. Katsuki Bakugou." He held his hand out. "My clan isn't situated in this area, we're actually quite far. So I don't blame you for no recognition. Its been getting kinda boring..yet when you came in my life that rush was back." He smirked.

"So what do you do right now?"

"We've been wanting to expand while situating a name here. I already had a medical degree and with my work there I'm already renowned as the best in this hospital here. While I do that, I do distant work, looking for people to work with."

Izuku clapped his hands happily. "Oh, Kacchan! You should have told me sooner! Oh, I can't wait to introduce you to everyone." Izuku sighed happily learning more about Katsuki as Katsuki did with Izuku.

They walked around the halls where many people worked in their building, everyone bowing a head at Izuku as he passed by. It was rare to have an omega be a clan leader and be respected as much as Izuku was. Yet everyone here treated him like a force not to mess with. It made sense, Katsuki was strong, stronger than average.

Yet Izuku could kill someone with the flick of his wrist.

He could get even the biggest of alphas to kneel out of command with his words. Katsuki admired his strength.

"Dad! I brought someone back!" Izuku giggled, running into a room.

Toshinori looked at Katsuki, instantly noticing his tattoos and smiled warmly. "Welcome. You must be the 'Kacchan' my son has been talking about." Katsuki looked towards Izuku who had a light blush on his cheeks. "That would be me, sir."

Toshinori walked towards him and held his hand out for him.

"Which?"

"Bakugou." He shook his hand. He nodded, "The way you treat my son according to him is admirable. Not many see him past his secondary gender. You have my respect." He told him honestly.

Katsuki prided himself in the instant respect he gained from what seemed like such an influential force. He bowed his head before looking back at Izuku.

"Your son is the strongest person I've ever met. Thank you for allowing me to stay in his life."

Izuku looked at Katsuki, a glint in his eye that just showed care...and love. The time they've spent together, though not long, has meant a lot to him. The way Katsuki treats him, the way he has the most fun teasing him, the way Katsuki just allowed him into his life.

That's why when later, when they were being driven back to Katsuki's place Izuku looked over at him and began to speak.

"To repay you for helping me out, what can I give you?" He asked.

"Just your presence is enough." Katsuki answered, looking out the window.

"C'mon, there's gotta be something!" He shook his shoulder. Katsuki chuckled and finally met his gaze.

"You wanna know what I honestly want?" Izuku nodded rapidly, listening intently. "The chance to court you. That's what I really want."

Izuku blushed and smiled softly, his heart feeling like it would thud out of his chest.

"I guess today made me realize the way you make me feel. It would be an honor to be your alpha." Katsuki had a determined look in his eye. Izuku let out a happy scent and nodded gently laying his head on his shoulder. "It would be an honor, Kacchan, but know that I'm no pushover." "

I'm willing to work as hard as I need to for you."

"Then it's settled."

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End!!

#bkdk #bakudeku #katsudeku #mha ship #mha

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⚜️. *. ⋆ Fandom: QSMP | Quackity SMP

⚜️. *. ⋆ Pairing: Bobby & Jaiden Animations

⚜️. *. ⋆ Character/s: Jaiden Animations, Bobby (mentioned)

⚜️. *. ⋆ Summary: Jaiden can't sleep. All she sees in her dreams is her child dying on the airship while she fell to the ground.

⚜️. *. ⋆ Word Count: 801

⚜️. *. ⋆ Warnings/Tags: angst, nightmares, insomnia, past character death

⚜️. *. ⋆ Prompts/Squares Filled: Insomnia || @whumptober

Whumptober2023 Masterlist

AO3

Jaiden can't sleep. All she sees in her dreams, nightmares as the better term, is her child dying on the airship while she fell to the ground. She remembers the helpless feeling she got when it had happened, heart dropping on her stomach when she read the blurry message of her son's death.

It had been months ago since it happened, but Jaiden still couldn't get herself to forget about it; a nightmare that felt way too real for her liking. She remembers Phil, Chayanne and Tallulah having a nightmare on the same day. Jaiden doesn't know whether it really is a nightmare or if it had actually happened. Her memories that day felt like it had been altered out of her own decision; that hour specifically, because she remembers going to the same airship, not seeing any of her blood splattered on the ground nor does she see Bobby's corpse on top of the airship. Roier told her it was just a nightmare and Jaiden believes him wholeheartedly.

Sweat is dripping in her brows while her shaking hands grip on the bed sheet. Her breathing is irregular which she is currently trying to calm down, struggling to keep her heart from beating out of her chest.

"It was just a nightmare…" Jaiden had told herself moments ago, a shaky breath leaving her lips as she closed her eyes. It was just a very realistic nightmare that she should have already forgotten by now. She did forget about it, but she went past an airship similar to the one where Bobby died and she stopped. She stopped on her tracks and stared at the airship. She would've been ambushed by the mobs coming down to get her if she didn't snap out of it and had her scythe already in her hands.

Jaiden moves her legs to the side of the bed, letting her feet touch the cold floor. Her body shivers in reaction but she doesn't lift her feet off the floor. Slowly, she stands up, letting the blanket fall to the ground. Jaiden blinks and she looks at the paintings drawn by her son, and the roses and vines all around the room. She then looks at the three empty canvases on the easel, her hand itching to draw something.

Jaiden hasn't drawn something in months. She wonders where all her inspiration went, but she then remembers the last time she drew with someone was when she wanted to do an egg task with Ramon, and painting something happened to be one of the tasks. She remembers the hesitation as her paintbrush touches the canvas, her mind blank and not being able to form any ideas in her head on what she's supposed to paint when all she had done was paint Bobby, herself, and Roier. She remembers painting whatever was on her mind and showing it to the others with hesitation, the joy and awe in their faces signaling that she had painted it right, but all she sees are the little mistakes and things she would've done instead. Of course, Jaiden doesn't tell them, going along with their antics and silliness.

She looks away from the empty canvases and decides to go downstairs instead of staying inside the room longer. She takes slow and careful steps even though she's the only resident in this area, still not wanting to take any risk in alerting any of the creatures near her area. Jaiden sits down in one of the chairs and she slams her hands on the table before covering them with her face while groaning in exhaustion.

"I can't sleep…" Jaiden tells herself–to no one. It's been a struggle getting herself to fall asleep without the nightmare appearing. She had to lie to her friends when they saw the state of her eye bags, telling them that she's been doing fine when she and the others know she's not.

She had almost passed out while she was talking to Foolish about his Titan, needing to reassure him that she just didn't get much sleep that night because she was busy working on her house. She remembers Foolish chiding her to sleep more and reminding her to take breaks, which brought a small laughter escaping her lips since Foolish doesn't do the same.

Jaiden closes her eyes for a short moment, wanting to rest them for a second but having them closed even for a few seconds aches so she decides to open them again. Her body feels fatigued and she so badly wants to fall asleep then and there, but her mind refuses it.

Despite her mind still filed with the nightmare she had months ago, she still stands up and gets herself ready for another day, hoping she'll finally get her sleep the next night.

#whumptober #whumptober2023 #no.12 #insomnia #qsmp #fic #jaiden animations #qjaiden #qsmp bobby #past character death tw

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cxlxrx · 1 year

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Pinky Swear

Warnings: canon typical violence, PTSD, drug use

WC: 3.306

A/N: thaaaanks to my beta @whoopsitswhump (i love you <3). I loved to write this chapter, hopefully you've the same fun reading it as I had writing it :3 (still tagging @ginwicche <3)

Chapter 8

Ben couldn't remember what had happened. It was like his memories were erased. There was just a black spot in his memories after he and Hughie stepped out of the bathroom. When he came back to himself the apartment had been destroyed, the balcony side was burned to ashes and a gaping hole allowed Ben to see out into the night. In front of him laid a burned body. It was charred, and the clothes and skin were burned off. Ben didn't know who this was, he also didn't know how this had happened. What had happened?

His chest felt like someone had stuck little needles in it while they were on fire. His head also hurt like hell. Suddenly a thought popped out in his mind. Hughie? Hughie? Hughie! He turned around as he remembered that Hughie had been with him.

Hughie?

Hughie was slumped against the opposite wall, blood slowly dripping from his hair. Ben suddenly felt dizzy. Slowly he approached Hughie. Had he done this?

He got on his knees next to Hughie and carefully touched his cheek. Hughie? Ben shook his shoulder. Hughie? What had happened to him? One side of Hughie's face was extremely red and covered in little cuts. What was Ben supposed to do? Ben shook Hughie's shoulder again. He felt incredibly dizzy and sick, what was he supposed to do? He felt his chest slowly begin to heat up, and a deep sting shot through his ribs. What was he supposed to do? Hughie always knew what to do. Hughie always knew. Hughie. Hughie. Hughie was bleeding. What Hughie had done before? Ben bit his lower lip, he bit so hard he could taste blood.

Hughie had once cut himself in the finger while preparing some food. Then Hughie had gone to a closet, opened the top drawer and had taken out a bag of strips. Band-aid, he had explained, and put them over his cut. Kitchen. They were in the kitchen. But Ben didn't want to leave Hughie alone. What was he supposed to do?

He looked at Hughie again, determined to help him. Slowly, Ben stood up and walked backwards towards the kitchen, his gaze glued on Hughie. He had to help him. Nobody should hurt Hughie. Ben found the right drawer and took the band-aids. They were very colorful, and had little pictures on them. Ben sat next to Hughie, and carefully tore the paper off of the tape and put the first colorful band-aid on Hughie's nose. Then one on Hughie's cheek and under his eye. Ben didn't know if Hughie would wake up if he put the band aids on his face. He hoped that Hughie would, Ben didn't know what he should do without Hughie. Hughie always knew what to do. Ben didn't. The stinging and the heat was still in his chest.

He needed Hughie. Hughie had to wake up. He needed Hughie. He needed Hughie. Carefully he put another band aid on a small wound on Hughie's forehead. He needed Hughie. Hughie had to wake up. Hughie. Hughie. Hughie. The hear crept up his chest, to his throat, which suddenly felt extremely dry, and his breathing got harder.

The heat crept higher, up his cheeks, to his eyes. His sight got blurry and pressure began to build behind his eyes. Hughie had to wake up. Ben needed Hughie. His eyes and chest hurt. The feeling began to be unbearable.

He needed Hughie. He needed Hughie. Hughie had to wake up. Breathing was so hard. Hughie had to wake up.

Suddenly something was pressed over his mouth and nose, and air rushed into his lungs. It was extremely cold and immediately a cool feeling floated through his body. Made his limbs heavy. Darkness scratched his vision, he couldn't move property anymore. He fell backwards, onto his back. His body was cooling down and his eyelids were getting heavy.

Hughie...

Ben couldn't fall asleep, he had to be with Hughie. Hughie had to wake up. His vision was so blurry. Hughie was just a blur. Hughie. Hughie. Hughie. Hughie. He had to be with Hughie.

The first thing Ben heard when his mind slipped back into consciousness was voices. Masculine voices. Ben couldn't really understand what they were saying.

"You sure -- band-aids."

"He -- exploded."

"Careful-"

"He could go off every second, he--"

A cold feeling grabbed Ben's heart and stomach. It didn't feel good. He tried to move his arms, tried to open his eyes.

"Nah shit, he's already waking up." Ben couldn't move. His arms were to heavy.

"Fuck, Frenchie said it would put him out for hours."

"It didn't as ya' can see."

Ben opened his eyes. They felt so heavy. His vision was blurry.

"We should -- novichok"

"Are ya' stupid, we --"

"Weed?"

"Butcher he's dangerous."

"Oi, sleepyhead.” Someone shook Ben's shoulder, his skin felt hot where he had been touched and chin was held in a firm grip. Ben knew the voice. Slowly his vision cleared. A man with beard and black hair looked down at him. Butcher? Butcher! Ben’s gut twisted. His skin crawled. He felt his chest begun to heat up.

"Butcher look", another man said, "his chest."

"Listen carefully,” Butcher said and locked eyes with Ben. “Hughie isn't here and will never be again it ya' don't fuckin' do what we say to ya. Got it?" Ben's eyes widened, his stomach flipped, and he felt dizzy. Hughie would never be with him again? He would never come back? What could he do without Hughie? Ben wanted to ask about Hughie, but he couldn't move his arms and his mouth wouldn’t form words. His chest hurt and it felt like his skin was on fire.

"Butcher, what are you doing? You get us both killed!"

"I won't trust me, he's actually fuckin' easy to control if ya' know how."

"And you know?"

Butcher looked up to the other man, who Ben couldn't see, "I know, trust me."

He looked at Ben again, "Look ya' cunt, ya' hurt Hughie, he's badly hurt because of ya. Ya' can made this up to him, do what we say then ya' can go back to Hughie." Hughie was hurt. Hughie was hurt. He did this. Hughie didn't want to see him again? Ben bit his lip so hard, he could taste blood.

"What the fuck is he doing?"

"Ya' can see Hughie again if ya' do what we say, got it?"

Ben felt how his vision got blurry again and something hot and wet ran down his cheek.

"Do ya' fuckin' got it?"

Ben nodded.

"Okay just for the recap", said the black man next to Butcher (MM?). “He can't communicate, is fixed on Hughie, is highly traumatized and could blow us up easily, so you're giving him weed to numb him?"

"Exactly", Butcher said, holding out a cigarette to Ben. Ben sat under the dining table. His knees drawn to his chest, which still felt hot.

"I don't now, man,” MM said. Butcher looked at him.

"Suddenly ya' feel fuckin' sorry for him?"

MM shook his head, "I fucking don't. He killed my family after all."

"So?"

"I just think it's not a good idea to separate him from Hughie."

Slowly Ben grabbed the joint that Butcher was holding out, he put it between his lips as if of his own accord. Butcher lit it mindlessly, and Ben dragged on the joint. It felt familiar.

"Do ya' have a fuckin' better idea?"

"Yes, doing this together with Hughie and Frenchie."

"Hughie would never help us, he's to attached to his fuckin' pet."

MM crocheted down in front of Ben, now they could see each other in the eyes. Ben automatically slid back a little. "His eyes are still fucking glowing. He's on edge."

"He sure is."

Ben looked back at MM, the joint between his lips. His hair was falling into his eyes.

"Do you know what we want from you?"

Ben looked at MM, didn't move an inch. He should do what they say.

"Are you sure he can communicate?", MM asked.

Butcher also crouched down next to MM, "Oi, what's your fuckin' name?"

Ben made the little circle on his chest. It was a familiar gesture.

"Sign language?", MM asked loudly. Ben's chest still felt hot but he felt nothing else.

"What do ya' think? He can speak as well, but he's so fuckin' bad at it. Sign language is better."

"I can't understand sign language expect for some insults Kimiko taught me."

"He don't have to proper communicate with us, it's enough if he can understand us."

Ben dragged on the joint again. He looked to the window across the room behind MM and Butcher. Hughie. Hughie. He would see Hughie again if he did what Butcher and MM commanded him.

After 5 joints Ben's head felt light, the heat in his chest had vanished, and his eyelids felt heavy. He wanted to sleep, he recognized. But he couldn't. MM and Butcher sat only 5 feets away on the couch. Hughie always told him it was okay if he wanted to sleep and that he was safe. But that was Hughie. Hughie wasn't with him. His eyelids felt so heavy. He still had the joint in his hand. It was already burned down to a stub. Slowly he lowered his hand and pressed the glowing end of the joint on his left hand palm. The burning pain shot through his palm up his arm. He hissed quietly.

"What the fuck is he doing?", MM asked.

Ben didn't wanted to sleep, it wasn't safe. The burn from the joint had already started to heal. "Oh that,” Butcher said. “He’s probably tired and doesn't want to sleep, he did this a few times in his first week with Hughie."

"He burned his fucking hand?"

"He hurts himself in order to stay awake."

Silence. Ben tried to rip out his nails. He was so tired.

"What the -- stop that." MM stood up, then moved forward and crouched down on Ben's level. "Stop fucking doing that."

"Sleep, Soldier Boy", Butcher said from behind and it felt like a switch was turned off. Immediately Ben curled into a little ball and his eyes felt shut.

"That's... that's Soldier Boy?” The woman asked. She had red hair. It reminded Ben of the other woman he met in the city. She had crouched down next to the table.

"Fuckin' right", Butcher answered and hit the tabletop over Ben's head. Ben winced.

"Why he's constantly smoking weed?", the woman asked. Everytime Ben finished a joint Butcher gave him another. Ben didn't know why, but his chest remained cold.

"To lower the edge of his PTSD."

"What!?", abruptly the woman stood up, "he has PTSD?"

"That's why he could blow us all up without remembering anything about it."

"Oh, that's fucking great", the woman said loudly.

"So how did you handle him all the time? Is he smoking weeds for months now!?"

A short silence. "Hughie handled him", MM answered, "He's fixed on Hughie."

"Seriously? That's how you kept him from exploding?" She made a sound, but Ben couldn't comprehend it. Hughie had explained him once that people sometimes made noises when they were annoyed or angry or upset. Communication without words, Hughie had called it. Ben hadn’t understood. Still he didn't understand.

"And he's your secret weapon? He can't even talk."

"He doesn't have to. We just need him to blow Homelander's fuckin' face off."

Mindlessly, Ben dragged on his joint, the conversation blurred together into a swirl of noises. His legs and arms felt light. He couldn't really think about anything. The throughts slipped away if he tried to think about them. Suddenly someone touched him on his shoulder and Ben winced to hard he dropped the joint.

"Yeah, he looks like a total weapon to me,” the woman said.

"Come here", Butcher said and poked Ben's shoulder again. Ben slowly crawled out from under the table and stood next to Butcher, but left several inches between them.

"Maeve has something for ya", Butcher said and pointed to the woman. Ben looked at her.

"Ehm yes", the woman said and turned around to a duffle bag and pulled out a green piece of clothing.

"Your suit", Butcher said, "Take it." Ben made a step forward and took the suit from the woman. "Dress up, we're going."

Without hesitation Ben started to undress, at first he took his shirt off. "What... is he... doing?", the woman asked.

"Fuck, not here", Butcher said and pushed Ben in the bathroom. "Come out when you're dressed up."

Ben sat together with MM in the backseat. MM constantly stared at him, Ben didn't know why. "Sleepyhead,” Butcher said and looked at Ben through the rearview mirror. “we're driving to someone who might know."

Ben looked at him, he didn't have any clue who this could be. "Shake your fucking hand if you understand", Butcher said. Ben shook his fist.

“Who taught you sign language?" MM asked from next to Ben. Ben felt how his gut twisted and his chest started to heated up.

"Why the fuck do you ask him stuff like that?" Butcher said while tossing another joint backwards to MM, "You don't even fucking like him so don't fucking chitchat with him."

"I fucking hate him but I'm still interested in certain stuff about him. Seperate the one from the other", MM said and lighted up the joint and gave it to Ben. Already on the first drag Ben felt how his chest cooled down. "So who taught you?"

Ben stuck the joint between his lips and made a fist with his right hand, pinky stretched out and made a bow motion into his left outstretched hand palm. MM looked at Ben.

"Is that the sign for Hughie?"

Ben shook his right fist.

"Do I have a sign?", MM asked.

Ben hasitated, then he made a M motion with his index and middle finger together in the air in front of him. MM suddenly smiled. Immediately Ben dragged on his joint again and turned his gaze away. Did he do something wrong?

"That's... cool,” MM said. Ben looked down to his feet. "Can you say more?"

Ben shook his fist.

"And Hughie taught you all that?"

Ben shook his fist again and then signed, Kimiko. Too.

"What -"

"Okay conversation finished, we're here,” Butcher said as he came to a stop on a small side street.

"Wait a fucking moment, that's... that's..." The old man said. He raised his hand and clearly wanted to touch Ben. Immediately Ben made a step back, his chest already heating up again.

"He doesn't like touching,” MM said quickly.

"May I?", Butcher asked and pushed past the man into the apartment. The woman followed Butcher and MM made a gesture to Ben to follow them in. Ben carefully took a step into the apartment. It was unfamiliar to him, but still... it makes his gut twist. The old man was unfamiliar, but still small needles began to prick his chest. The feeling slowly crawled up into his throat. Hughie wasn't here. He was alone. The heat crept further up, and Ben’s thoughts started to slip away.

"Take it,” a loud voice echoed through the fog in his head. Butcher held out a lit joint. Automatically Ben took the joint and dragged on it. "Sit there", Butcher pointed at the couch. Ben obeyed and sat down. His chest had already started to cool down. Actually he was tired again, and he needed to pee. Hughie said he could go to the toilet whenever he needed to, but Butcher wasn't Hughie. He hadn't allowed it.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" The old man asked. His face twisted. "What fucking happend to him?"

"Slowly I should fuckin' start to collect fuckin' money,” Butcher said. He grabbed Ben's chin and turned his head to the left and right. "That's fuckin' Soldier Boy and yeah he got fuckin' brainwashed." He let go again of Ben's chin.

The old man crouched down in front of Ben, raising his hand again, then hesitated.

"You can touch him now, he's fuckin' high,” Butcher said. With that, the man started to touch Ben's chest and suit.

When he had finished the touching he looked up again, "Do you remember me?"

Ben didn't know this man. He looked up at Butcher. "Answer him,” Butcher said.

Ben shook his head. The old man tilted his head.

“Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Actually not,” Butcher said. "He forgot everything. Like I said, fucked up brainwashed."

Ben really needed to pee. He raised his right hand and wanted to sign, his hand stopped in the middle of his chest and started to shake. He couldn't made the sign, but he really needed to pee. His chest started slowly to warm.

"What is he doing?", the old man asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

"He has a hard time communicating,” Butcher said. "Say what ya' want." Ben made his right hand into a fist and stretched his pointer finger up and extended his middle finger, then he moved his outstretched middle finger to his nose and tapped it a few times. Butcher grinded, "You have to piss?"

Ben shook his right hand. His chest started to cool again. The joint between his lips were only a stub now. "Where's the fuckin' toilet?", Butcher asked the old man. The old man pointed down the hell. “Last door at the right."

"You heard it", Butcher said, "Come right back."

Ben stood up and shook his right fist.

Ben didn't liked the apartment of the old man. It made his thoughts slow and his gut feel twisted all the time. He went to the bathroom, took a leak (even washed his hands afterwards, Hughie said this was important), and went back into the living room. He abruptly stopped at the door. Another man had joined, one who Ben had never seen before. He had blond hair and a blue suit with cape. Butcher and the others were unconscious at the floor. Ben’s stomach flipped painfully.

"So, you're... Soldier Boy", the man said and took a step in Ben's direction. Ben automatically took one back. His chest started to heat up again. "It's nice to finally meet you in person." Ben had never seen this man. "I heard you have some trouble,” the man made a gesture towards his head, "remembering."

Ben just looked at him. His chest was hot, and the heat was slowly creeping up his throat again.

"You know they'll just want to use you, right? Like a fucking..." The man paused. "Weapon. Yeah, weapon seems like the right word." He took another few steps in Ben's direction, and Ben backed away again, until he bumped up against the wall behind him. Slowly, pressure began to build up behind his eyes. The man was only a few inches away from him.

"You don't belong to them. You're better than that. They’ll just fucking use you.” He took a pause again, and looked up and down at Ben's face. "You're better than them. You're a superhero. You're the first american superhero, a fucking legend and still you let them use you like that!?"

Ben squeezed his eyes, his chest hurt like hell, breathing got harder, and his vision started to blurr. He growled, his chest hurted so much.

"Come on", the man in front of him said and then laughed. “Don't make it so hard for yourself. You should fucking thank me, I'll put you out your fucking misery."

Suddenly cold damp air flooded Ben's mouth and nose. His chest went cold almost instantly, and his legs and arms felt heavy. Black dots started to dance in front of his eyes.

He hated this feeling.

#the boys #the boys fanfiction #the boys fanfic #soldier boy fanfiction #Soldier Boy #hughie campbell

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Ashes To Angels 18+

Chapter 02/31 Pairing: Eddie Munson / Chrissy Cunningam

The last thing Chrissy can remember is bumping into her high school crush, Jason Carver, at a bar. But apparently that was nearly a year ago? She has no memories since then. But it seems like all her dreams have come true. Dream business. Dream body. Dream fiancé.

Except Rockstar Eddie Munson (Yes, that one!) is turning everything into a nightmare – because he seems to think they’ve been seeing one another for the last six months, and if his knowledge of her body is anything to go on… he may just be telling the truth.

What the hell has been going on in the last year?!

Please see AO3 'Additional Tags' for WARNINGS / More Chapters All Available Already on AO3.

It’s a huge cliché to start a chapter off with someone ‘waking up’. Especially the main character. Especially this one. But here we are, watching Chrissy Cunningham wake up.

The first thing she was aware of, is that everything hurt. Not the all-consuming agony kind of hurt, but the dull throb of continuous low-level ouch that has you walking on eggshells trying not to set off a spike. As if her blood had been replaced with something thick and heavy. Molasses maybe.

She felt something on her face and experienced a blind moment of panic – like when you misjudge a step and your whole-body tenses with the knowledge that you fucked up. But then, like when you manage to right yourself before you fall – she figured it out. She could hear beeping; could smell bleach and blood. Could hear a hum of chatter and footsteps. And she realised she was in a hospital.

She tried to open her eyes, but the stark ceiling light was painfully bright, so she reached for the straps around her face instead, jerking a bunch of wires and tubes plugged into her hand.

“Hey, hey, Chrissy? Your mask has to stay on, okay babe?”

Chrissy? Who the fuck is—oh, wait, no, yeah. Me. I’m Chrissy.

Chrissy groaned, filtering through her sluggish brain to place the voice as she finally managed to remove the mask from her face. The hospital smell increased, and she tried to open her eyes again, more carefully this time, peering out from behind the protective tangle of her lashes.

The brightness dimmed as a silhouette blocked the overhead light. She couldn’t make out his features at first but as her eyes adjusted he slowly came into focus.

She wondered if she was dead. Because no way do they make them that pretty on Earth. He looked exhausted, haggard with worry, and he had absolutely no right to be looking like a fucking heavenly apparition with bags that dark under his eyes.

“You’re awake.”

Yeah, no shit Saint Peter.

It took a few attempts, but she eventually managed to convert the most pressing thought into very croaky words.

“What happened?”

“They’re saying you fell. Busted up your elbow pretty good, dented a few ribs. You… you hit your head pretty hard.”

I fell? Chrissy thought, frowning. Picturing herself flat out on dirty concrete. Okay, that’s ‘what’…

“Where am I?”

“Saint Paul’s.”

“I’m dead?!” Chrissy blurted out in a panic. A hand quickly covered hers, warm and soft.

“No, no, the hospital.”

The man gave her hand a reassuring squeeze as she processed this, deciding what it was she needed to know next. Question Three. Is that her last question? Did you only get three? She couldn’t remember. But she knew she had to figure out the most pressing thing next.

“Who are you?”

“W-what?”

His fingers squeezed hers again, but it’s not in reassurance this time, it’s a reflex. Sharp, brief, scared. His eyes were blown wide, his pouty mouth had fallen into a perfect ‘o’ – he would look comical if it didn’t look like Chrissy had just ruined his life.

“It—It—Babe, it’s me. Jason.”

Jason? No. That wasn’t ringing any bells. But then, her head felt like someone had rung her like a bell. Chrissy could see the agony in his eyes and knew this wasn’t some kind of prank. She wondered if she should play along, save him from the panic.

But then she’s dragged back into the void, and he’s forgotten.

Someone else is there the next time Chrissy comes around, a mess of dark curls. Her joined-at-the-hip best friend, Nancy. Chrissy was hurting even more than the first time she’d woken up, as if that was even possible.

Nancy was sat in the chair by her bedside, staring off into the distance, her hand cupping her chin.

“Hey…”

Nancy startled, her head whipping around as she lunged forwards to take Chrissy’s hand.

“Hey. How you feeling?”

“Like I got into a fight with a sixteen-wheeler.”

“Stay here, Suzie told me to get her when you woke up again.”

Chrissy laughed, and it hurt like hell. “Stay here? Damn, I was planning on going for round two.”

Suzie – who turned out to be her doctor, was in the middle of rounds but sent a Nurse who quizzed Chrissy until she felt dizzy. Full name, birthday, mother’s maiden name, the alphabet, a whole array of shit Chrissy then had to try and drag up from her sluggish brain.

“Do you know the date?”

Chrissy frowned, thinking hard, “Um… September…?”

“August.” The nurse replied with a wry smile. Chrissy’s frown deepened and she shook her head.

“She means August.” Nancy said from the bedside, “Don’t you Chris?”

Nancy came back into Chrissy’s line of sight and nods at her seriously, like it’s really important that Chrissy agrees with her. Except it’s not August. Because it’s September. Her mum’s birthday was at the start of September, and they had a family meal planned to celebrate. Nancy was going.

“Do you know who this is Chrissy?” The nurse asked, pointing at Nancy. Chrissy studies her more closely, noting the red-ringed eyes and flyaway hair.

“Nancy, what happened?” Chrissy asked.

“See. She knows me. She’s fine.”

“And can you tell me Nancy’s last name?” The nurse continued.

“Wheeler.” Chrissy snapped impatiently, “Nance – what happened?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?” The nurse pushed instead.

“We were at the bar. The Hideaway… What happened?”

“You had an accident.” The nurse explained. “A nasty fall.”

Chrissy huffed impatiently; she knew that bit.

“A rough fall down some stairs. Can you tell me what you’ve been up to in the last few days? Before you went to the bar?”

“Wh… I don’t know, it was the end of the semester, all the days blur into one…”

“Semester?” Nancy asked, sitting up straighter.

“Yeah?”

“What happened at the bar? What were we talking about?”

“Wh—I—I don’t know. We were hanging out – you, me, and Barb – celebrating, and then Jason started talking to me and I… I spent most of the night with him.”

“What were we celebrating?” Nancy pushed. She seemed so stressed out that Chrissy tried to give her a reassuring smile.

“Moving back to Hawkins…”

“That happened last September.” Nancy whispered.

Chrissy almost laughed, but the look on Nancy’s face told her this was not a joke.

Nancy seemed even more alarmed when Chrissy didn’t recognise the doctor when she finally finished her rounds and made an appearance.

“Can you tell me what my name is?” She asked as she approached. Chrissy gave her an incredulous look. Even if she had perfect eyesight she wouldn’t be able to read the little nametag from here. “No…?”

“Why doesn’t she remember you?” Nancy demanded of the doctor.

The doctor gave her an admonishing look and turned to examine Chrissy, reviewing her chart and the notes from the nurse’s interrogation.

“Calm down.” The doctor told Nancy, before smiling at Chrissy. “Chrissy, do you remember anything else after your night at the bar?”

Chrissy shook her head, “You guys are really freaking me out. What’s happening? Did I drink too much?”

“You’re had a head injury. Sometimes, with head injuries you can experience some degree of amnesia.”

“She doesn’t have amnesia.” Nancy protested.

“Don’t panic.” The doctor re-assured, pushing her glasses up her nose, “There are many different types and degrees of—”

“She’s awake?!” Came a voice from the doorway.

Jason was there, practically bursting through the door. Worry creasing his otherwise Adonis-worthy face. Chrissy couldn’t understand why he was there.

She’d had the biggest crush on him all through high school, but he’d never really paid her any attention. Other than a few short conversations in the hallways, their evening at The Hideaway had been the first time they’d really spoken.

“Sir, it’s family only.” The nurse protested at his entrance, as if Nancy wasn’t sat right there.

“I am family.” He growled, his face twisting.

“It’s okay.” The doctor told the nurse, waving a dismissive hand.

Chrissy watched Jason’s face relax as he came closer, staring somewhere around her middle. Chrissy flushed, very aware of the unflattering hospital gown and totally in the dark about the state of her face or hair.

“I’m her fiancé.” He told them.

Nancy’s head span around so fast it was like she’d been possessed by a demon or a very dramatic owl, Chrissy followed their gaze down to her hand, her ring finger was empty.

He seemed to notice her gaze.

“It’s on the nightstand. They removed it for some of the tests.”

Chrissy turned to look at the nightstand, where a giant diamond twinkled merrily. Her whole world was spinning and if this was some sick joke they all needed to stop it right now.

“Nance, this isn’t funny.” Chrissy whimpered, begging her friend to drop the act, but Nancy doesn’t pull back a curtain to reveal the cameras, she just looks back at her, her expression a perfect reflection of the terror Chrissy could feel creeping up from the balls of her feet and up her legs into her stomach.

“Baby.” Jason whispered, “You don’t remember yet? What happened?”

“She doesn’t remember.” Nancy snapped coldly.

Chrissy felt like they were all rushing ahead, and she was seriously falling behind. “Fiancé?”

Jason looked puzzled just for a moment before everyone filled him in. Chrissy got wheeled away for a dozen more tests, MRI, CT, EC… something, a whole bunch of acronyms.

Jason was asleep in the visitors chair when she was finally allowed to go back to bed. Nancy was nowhere to be seen.

Chrissy was worn out from all the tests. Lost and confused as to why the last year seemed to have disappeared from her memory and why there was a huge fucking rock that belonged on her finger, apparently given to her by a guy that – in her mind – she literally spoke to properly for the first time yesterday. She might have crushed on him for years, but up until last night she had been pretty sure that she hadn’t even existed to him.

She can’t help the tears that start rolling down her cheeks once she’s back in bed, and despite trying to stifle them to avoid the embarrassment of waking up the totally hot Jason, she either fails in her attempts or he’s a really light sleeper, because he’s out of his chair and hovering over her, stroking back her hair.

“Chrissy, babe, it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. I don’t understand.”

He hushed and soothed, and Chrissy closed her eyes, turning her cheek into his hand. He was so warm, so nice. She’d been so excited for him to talk to her, the conversation had flowed so beautifully between them, the hours had felt like minutes and when the bar closed she hadn’t even been tired. When he’d asked when she was next out, it had felt like he was maybe asking her out, but she’d assumed that was wishful thinking. Clearly that must’ve happened, and then some. She was just glad that she had at least caught that one night’s memory. Enough to trust him and draw comfort from the hand on her cheek.

“Try to get some sleep.” He suggested, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, “I’m going to be right here, okay?”

Chrissy nodded as his thumb ghosted under her eyes to mop up her tears and let him tuck her into bed like she was a child. When he went to sit down she reached out and grabbed his hand.

“I don’t…”

He nodded in understanding, hooking his chair with one foot to pull it closer to the bed so she could still hold onto him as she drifted to sleep. But as soon as she rolled onto her side her ribs screamed at her and she gasped, rolling back onto her back with a cry.

“Are you okay?! Do you need me to get the nurse?”

“I’m fine.” Chrissy gasped. “I’m just… oooh, it just hurts on my side, that’s all.”

He dragged his hand through his hair, looking physically sick with worry.

“I thought I’d lost you. It’s been hell. You’ve been incoherent for days; I was so scared…”

“I’m here now.” Chrissy reassured him, “well, most of me, I guess.”

She reached over to the nightstand, scooping up the engagement ring and then holding it out to him.

Beaming, he slid the ring back on her finger, toying with it, and his frown slowly morphed into a small smile.

“I love seeing this ring on your finger. Seeing you wear it.” He told her, looking up from her hand and into her face.

“Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

Chrissy grinned, “About how it happened.”

“How?” Jason asked, bringing her hand to his lips, and kissing it. “I’m a lucky bastard, that’s how.”

“No, I mean…” Chrissy started, but then shook her head, “Lucky to be engaged to a girl with a bust-up face who can’t even remember dating you?”

Jason laughed, his eyes crinkling. “I’m sure I can use it to my advantage somehow.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I can remind you about all the foot rubs, and homemade dinners, the flowers. Babe, I’m the world’s greatest boyfriend.”

“Mixtapes?”

“Huh?”

“How many mixtapes have you made me?”

He paused. “Okay. I admit I haven’t ever actually made you a mixtape.”

“And I accepted your proposal?” Chrissy scoffed.

His smile softened as his thumb ghosts over the back of her hand. “I love you, Chris.”

She could tell he meant it, and even more surprisingly, she could feel it in her chest. Like it was a fact she just knew even if she couldn’t remember how it got there. But she didn’t know how to reply. She did’t know him, even if she did know him. It just…

“It’s okay.” He told her gently, “I know you don’t remember. I can just win you all over again.”

Win me? Chrissy thought, a little perturbed by his choice of words even if she admired the sentiment.

“You’re tired.” He reminded her, “Get some sleep, okay?”

When she woke up the next morning, it was to the sound of talking. It was the doctor she was supposed to know who woke her up, Dr Bingham.

Nancy was there again, and Jason.

Retrograde Amnesia

That’s what it was called. Apparently there was a high chance her memories would come back in time. But it could be hours, weeks, even months.

“So, you still don’t remember this? You don’t remember me giving it to you?” Jason asked, lifting up her hand and dazzling them all with the engagement ring.

Chrissy shook her head sadly.

“Yeah, when did that happen anyway?” Nancy demanded hotly, but Chrissy could barely focus on her best friends’ questions, too busy trying to remember. Maybe he was down on one knee? But… no. The ring means as little to her as the Doctor she apparently knows.

They were all told that the best way to kick-start her memory was for her to resume life as normal, but that wouldn’t happen until all the tests came back and Chrissy was cleared to leave.

Jason was loathe to leave her, but his phone was ringing non-stop, and he guiltily explained that he ran his own business, a gym, and had left a rather clueless friend in charge.

“I remember that. You telling me you owned a gym.” She told him with a bright smile.

That made him even more reluctant to go.

“It’s okay.” Chrissy reassured him, “No, really, you should go. Nance is here. I’ll be fine.”

Jason had nodded distractedly, still looking torn as he left.

The remainder of the tests eventually came back, Chrissy was cleared to leave after thirty-six hours of observation and more tests, and with the caveat of several follow up appointments and check ins.

Nancy brought her some clothes to go home in if she was ever released, and Chrissy was surprised to find she didn’t recognise any of them.

“How’d you sleep?” Nancy asked her.

“Like a baby.” Chrissy lied.

“Really?”

“Well, in the getting woken up every two hours way.” Chrissy joked, picking up the clothes.

“Are these yours?” Chrissy scoffed, knowing there was no chance she would ever fit in Nancy’s clothes. Although, these ones did look a little big for Nancy.

“No, they’re yours.” Nancy told her. Chrissy frowned, pulling open the waist of the jeans to view the tag, Size 10. That was impossible. Chrissy was a size 16 on a good day.

Chrissy rolled carefully onto her side, weary of her ribs, and then pushed herself up into a sitting position.

“I brought your toiletries and stuff too, I thought you might want a shower.”

Nancy said it nicely, but the little nose wrinkle told Chrissy this was less of a suggestion and more of a demand.

Chrissy hobbled to the shower. The first thing she noticed when she looked in the mirror was her face. Oh god! My face….! There was an awful bruise on her cheekbone, snaking up under her eye, another on her forehead. Both were black and purple and horrible. Then she noticed her body.

She was… thin.

Chrissy had never been thin in her life. She’d never been obese either, but she’d always been plump, even with her mom’s constant nagging and dietary suggestions. Bruises aside she looked… she looked amazing. She stared at the body in front of her, tears of gratitude rolling down her cheeks.

She showered carefully, and when she was squeaky clean, dried, and moisturised, she turned to the clothes Nancy had brought her with excitement bubbling in her very flat tummy.

They fit. Not even the tight fit of her size 16’s. They weren’t even snug. She’d gone down two cup sizes, but that didn’t even factor in here. She was staring at the body she had longed for – had dreamed of – for years.

She wondered if Jason’s gym had had anything to do with it, and the excitement bubbled over again. The night she’d met him – apparently a year ago – she’d struggled to understand why he was interested in her, why someone that beautiful, that charismatic, that charming, would’ve wanted her.

Looking at herself in the mirror now, the ring on her finger suddenly seemed a lot less confusing.

#hellcheer #hellcheer fanfic #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #eddissy

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