#HANDS DOWN OMG | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

finniestoncrane · 2 years

Text

What I Did That Night, What She Said That Night

Vampire!Eddie x Reader piece. Please be gentle, I've never written explicitly vampiric stuff before, like I've hinted at it but this was just...I straight up used the word vampire lmao 💚

warnings/tags on AO3, minors DNI, reader is AFAB, she/her pronouns used, warnings for a bit of brute force, 3843 words

💚 inspired by conversations with wonderful, talented @sweetums0kitty and her amazing (and much better) vampire fic 💚

Darkness perpetually plagued Gotham, giving it an air of romanticised mystery that drew those who needed an escape, a space to lurk. It attracted criminals, monsters both literal and figurative. And Eddie was one of them. He always knew he would be, burning down the orphanage had convinced him of as much. He was a criminal, an outsider. And one fateful evening, he became a true monster. On his way back to his apartment after a shift at KTMJ. Taking a shortcut through an alley when the skies went dark and a storm rolled in. He huddled himself into his worn, thin jacket. The bricks on the alley floor caused tiny muscle spams as he stepped over them in his thin-soled shoes. And as the rain struck the collar of his jacket in a cacophony of patters, he was unable to hear his assailant. Completely unaware of the looming figure, dark in the shadows, falling from the sky to land silently and precisely behind him, footsteps following exactly so as not to create obvious footsteps. It was stalking him, quietly and expertly, as he walked through the smurry rain coating the alley, which seemed to be getting narrower and narrower in the increasing dark which threatened to swallow him whole. Darker somehow, despite the street lights and warmth from the windows of apartments, than even the orphanage that haunted his sleep ever seemed.

Without any warning from even his deepest subconscious and primal brain, his body was hitting the ground, something heavy pressing down on his frail back, his face taking on the imprint from the ground as something else held his face against the filthy, wet street, that he could hear over the rain. That’s when he noticed. And by that point it was too late. His head was grasped, hair clutched by fingers ending in sharp, broken claws, mouth wrapped around him where his neck met his shoulder. He was too weak to fight back, too scared to scream. As blood was pulled from his fresh wound, he waned, fading in and out of consciousness. The last thing he remembered ever thinking as a human, a mortal, was that he was at peace with what he was sure was his death. This was better than living a life of torture, of the torment that came with knowing the extent of the corruption in this disgusting city but having none of the power to do anything about it. This was peace.

And that haunted him, even now all those years later. He would often get sad considering his potential final thoughts, they felt so distant to him. Then, he had been powerless, weak and ineffective. Too nervous to make a move, stir things up. So sad that a painful and frightening death alone in an alley was the preferable choice when faced with either that or his every day life. So pathetic, so depressing. Now, he knew his power, and with a distinct lack of the usual hindering concerns that the living might need to put up with, Eddie could finally commit himself to his project. His attempts to flush out, if they would pardon the pun at his plans for breaking the seawalls, the disease and corruption in Gotham. To rid the city of the real rats, the officials, the wealthy, the police. All of them. And now he could achieve that.

So far, and by so far he really meant the last three years of his life, he had spent his time staying awake in an unhealthy fashion and studying as many reports as he could. It was easy now that he was mentally stable and physically stronger. Before, sure, he had been incredibly smart, but there was a distinct air of nerves that surrounded him and thwarted his every attempt at…anything. Now, with an ever-growing physical prowess combined with an effective application of his forensic and puzzle-solving skills, Eddie was indestructible, untraceable, all-powerful.

At no point had he ever considered his new life-state as a curse. It fit with his life perfectly, by day he did the mental work, by night he did the physical work. One of his tasks was feeding the children. He couldn’t remember why he had thought it was a good idea. Perhaps guilt at burning down the orphanage, or a feeling that he owed the children in the same position he was in once? Was it an ecological thing? He did the murder, they got rid of the evidence? Either way, he turned the three of them who had not found a home in the newly constructed orphanage. Too old apparently, not enough beds. So now they lived under one of the bridge arches. And Eddie fed them, bringing them a fresh criminal carcass to feast on every few nights. It was stupid mistake that he regretted. They’d be children forever now, he’d be responsible to them as long as he felt morally obligated to. Pestered by their constant excitement at their state. They considered themselves vampires. Eddie considered them Gods. Eternal in their existence.

That was a downfall though, he thought, but he managed to use it to his advantage. It was strange never aging, meaning his driver’s license stated his true age and belied the boyish features he still possessed. Of course, you mentally aged, grew in your mental capabilities and people skills, general knowledge and survival methods. But if you were always cursed with the body of a child, then your physical abilities in the killing and maiming department meant you might not survive. Edward was in a good place with it though. He felt able to charm, woo or force himself into luck and survival these days, a trait he was hoping to bring to his series of murders, the start of his chain of exposing Gotham’s many sins.

He was taking the “eat the rich” movement to its logical conclusion. Consuming the flesh and blood of the sinners ruining the lives of the citizens of Gotham.

He rounded the corner and started down the same alley he was turned in all those years ago. It took him back a little, an unexpected trigger which shook him but enthralled him. The moment his life changed, a miracle unto him, bestowed upon him by whatever merciful wonder decided to take a break on the bullied kid, the underappreciated co-worker, the ignored and faceless member of the crowd.

But his train of thought was disrupted by the appearance of someone approaching him from the other end of the alley. Straining through the rain, Edward could make out at a distance that it appeared to be a woman, possibly unaware that he was also in the alley, getting closer to him with each step they both took towards their inevitable meeting point. And it only took a split second for Eddie to make the decision. At the sight of her his stomach rumbled, and shortly after the rest of his body followed, cheeks flushing and dick hardening. Another of the graces bestowed on him, as Eddie was sure that in the comics and books he had read, vampires had no blood, but he was still able to get erect, in fact quicker than before even.

And that was something which was becoming obvious even in the dark, even with his coat pulled down over his crotch. Eddie was excited two-fold. Firstly, the kill always enticed him, like the sensation of thrusting into someone quick and sharp and hard. It was intensely erotic, lapping at their necks or wrists, watching the last of the light drain from their eyes, evil draining from the city one by one. And sometimes, the unlucky would have to be taken, much like this new prey. It was collateral damage, for the better good. The city would be grateful of its saviour, the vampire-bat man. He’d have to work on the name though, come up with something catchier than that, or God forbid he be given one by the press. He shuddered at the thought.

But aside from the obvious thrill of the chase, of the exceptional, stomach warming sensation of a good meal, Eddie was instantly turned on. Another side effect, usually brought on by adrenaline or sheer excitement, this time Eddie was enthralled by the flesh he had settled on. Her body was thick, emanating heat that he could feel even from the distance. She smelled sweet, soft and clean. He could see her thighs and breasts jiggle with her steps, hypnotising him. He could see her soft features, plush and rosy cheeks. She looked delicious, everything about her screaming out that she was indeed a whole meal he could enjoy. Touching, licking, sucking. He drooled at the thought, tongue tracing the sharp points of his teeth as he focused on retaining a silent, calm pace. Her scent on the wind, the sharp tang of her blood on his nostrils. This was different, he felt entirely entranced by it.

As they passed each other, she looked shocked at his presence, oblivious to him until the last moment, but offered him a polite smile. A desperate look, a plea to anyone watching over her that he was a good person and not the standard Gotham criminal, lurking in the alley to commit a crime. And he passed her by, a brief moment of thanks settling into her stomach before he whisked around, hand over her mouth, the other on her stomach and pressing her against him, against his crotch, hardening further at the rush.

He sank his teeth into her neck, blood trickling down in two little streams and he lapped greedily. She hadn’t even screamed, hadn’t tried to. In fact, he was holding her entire body up against his, no effort on her part. Her eyes weren’t open, but her chest moved, and blood was certainly flowing. Had she passed out from fright?

A pang of guilt waved over him. This wasn’t how he usually behaved. His moral code, his ethics, all thrown out the window in a brief fit of lust and hunger, desperation. It was probably this that led him to make the decision to take her home with him. To leave her with enough of her spirits that she would awake in the morning, safely.

A feat of his strength, belying his thin frame, he lifted her the short distance to his apartment building. His room was cold, barren aside from the essentials. He saw no need for comfort usually, but he was enraged at his lack of foresight now. Why did he bring her home? And why didn’t he have any luxuriously soft blankets to encase her in? What he had would have to do. He settled her onto the mattress, taking care to put her body into the recovery position but knowing that he intended to remain vigilant at the foot of the bed through the night, watching for any turns.

He piled on blankets, shirts, towels and finally his jacket, his signature, his logo, emblazoned on the front chest pocket. She looked so peaceful. And she was so beautiful. He had sworn not to turn another after the children. It made things so complicated. He was supposed to be eliminating vile corruption and sin from the streets of Gotham, not playing house with a new pet. But, he watched her breathe gently, in and out, skin paling by the minute, and realised that was exactly what he wanted.

You’re not thinking with that big ol’ brain of yours anymore, huh Ed?

Afraid of his new companion, of the new feelings he had, he settled onto a chair at the end of the bed, resting his feet, still in his boots, onto the bottom frame. In the morning, she would either be dead, or undead. He hoped it was the latter. He wanted to apologise. He wanted to explain to her, to have her sympathise with his plight, with his goals. He wanted to get to know her. In a show of weakness previously unknown to him, he allowed himself to smile at her before returning to the task at hand, stone-like in his vigilance. He pondered over how he would explain, how he would apologise. Praying for something, anything, that might make it easier for her to understand what he was, and what she had become.

He must have drifted to sleep at some point, unaware that he had let his guard down. The soft drop of his head as it slipped from its resting place on his shoulder was enough to jolt him into immediate action, blissfully ignorant of the night’s adventures for a moment until reality settled in around him like a weighted blanket. He looked to the bed and saw her, sitting upright, watching him. Neither of them said a word, both afraid of each other, straining their pupils in the dark, their shadows cast by the neon signs and warm, yellow street lights of Gotham that squeezed through the broken blinds.

Breath faltering, Eddie raised his hands in a show of what he hoped was recognisable as non-threatening action, rising slowly and steadily from the chair he had slept on. She pulled the sheets up towards her, cowering slightly at his movements, watching him, studying him. As he recognised the fear in her eyes, he began to loosen up. There was no tension in his shoulders so long as he was the predator. He opened his mouth to speak, unable to make any sounds for an embarrassingly long time, only managing to squeak out two words after the strenuous effort.

“I’m sorry.”

Tears were welling in her eyes.

“For what you’re going to do?”

She was direct, and while there was a wavering under the tone, fear at his possible intentions, she was still displaying a bravery that Edward found impressive.

“I’m…no. For what I’ve already done?”

A sob escaped her as her chest curled over, tears falling down her face. Eddie was confused, unable to understand how she was so quick to comprehend what he’d done to her, what he’d made her into, before he realised that she might have been thinking he had done something, comparatively, worse.

“Oh no! Please, let me explain! I didn’t…you’re safe. You’ve been safe. Safer than you were in the alley. I didn’t touch you, other than to lift you to the bed and…when I bit you.”

“You bit me?” She rolled up her sleeves and looked at her arms, throwing the blanket back to examine her legs and stomach, before raising a hand to her neck and feeling the warm and sticky blood which had seeped through the bandages he had applied.

“It shouldn’t hurt. And the blood will stop soon enough.”

“It doesn’t hurt. Why doesn’t it hurt?”

“You’re past that now.”

“What do you mean ‘past that’? Will you please take me to a hospital?”

“There’s not much they can do for you now. In fact, you should avoid them at all costs. You don’t want to be studied as the medical marvel with no heartbeat and a distinct lack of blood do you?”

“A…what?” She was feeling woozy, the confusion and rage building up in the pit of her stomach and making her sick.

“You’re new…form…I guess? I prefer the term “life state” but I think that might be a bit nerdy.”

“I don’t understand…Please…”

“I’ve turned you into something different, better.”

“How…?”

“By biting you. You can’t have been living under a rock for the whole of your life, you must have some kind of…idea of what I’m talking about?”

Eddie searched her eyes, past her blank stare, for any inkling of recognition, someone that told him she knew what he was, what she had become now. Some people just couldn’t get past the block though, couldn’t see past movies and books and tv shows and accept that fantasy could seep into reality.

“A vampire.” He said it with such a casual tone, her face grew instantly pale and her body retched, bringing up everything she had eaten in the last twenty-four hours onto the floor. Edward looked at it, twisting his face, but ignoring the mess and returning to his efforts of comfort, of enlightenment.

“I know it’s difficult to process. I didn’t even have anyone to walk me through it when I was transformed. But please, I want you to accept this gift. There was something about you, something, a psychic connection? Spiritual? Divine intervention? But I wasn’t acting of my own accord, nor do I believe it was sheer animal instinct. I think, like me, you were meant to be eternal.”

It was hard to swallow, and she spat some remnants of vomit onto the floor, wiping her face with her sleeve, as she slowed her breathing, trying to stave of a panic attack at the things the obviously insane man at the end of her bed was telling her.

Part of her though believed him. It was the part that was afraid and anxious, that had spent all of her life tormenting her into feelings of despair and futile hope for a better tomorrow that never seemed to come. And now she had infinite tomorrows? Excitement swelled in her, the hopelessly romantic notions she had about love at first sight, of soul mates, of the universe having a plan for you and exacting said plan at the right moment. She had been heading to her ex-girlfriend’s house, an abusive relationship she couldn’t escape from for more than a month at a time. About to face down yet another mistake in a long line of terrible choices she had been making since she was old enough to recognise and exercise her free will.

And another part, still, was bubbling with promise. With power. Where before she had been able to feel the stone-hard pit of weakness and futility, of nerves and worries, she felt a tingling strength rising and pulsing. As though her entire core was swelling with a sense of pride, a personality change brought on by a bite from a strange, but surprisingly sweet looking, stranger.

But she couldn’t believe it yet. The logical side of her brain was kicking into gear, revving up, sliding in the mud of insanity as it desperately tried to pull away from the belief that she might now be a monster.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Yeah, I thought you might say that.”

With little effort, Eddie leapt onto the bed, lifting her up and over his shoulder and carrying her to the fire escape outside of the window. She could feel the rain on her skin as he deftly leapt up the stairs, metal clanking and echoing, the sounds of the city drowning it out. Up and up until they were on the roof, where he placed her on her feet and looked up to the sky, droplets splashing on his cheeks. He was handsome in this light, deceptively strong despite his boyish looks, the light catching the unique profile of his face, eyes obscured in a mysterious manner by the rain that fell onto his glasses. If she tried hard enough to suppress any common sense, this moment was entirely fantastical and romantic. Being rushed to a spot above the city, a handsome stranger offering her mystery and adventure, rain on her skin as he stared at her, moving closer and closer and reaching out his hands to-

At contact, she had briefly believed they were about to kiss. And she was going to let him. Let their lips meet under the Gotham sky, rain drops tapping against the ground as a vampire lustfully took her, darkness around them as she accepted her fate, her new life. But the dream was shattered as his palms pushed her hard and she stumbled back towards the end of the roof, maintaining eye contact as he pushed once more and sent her off the edge, hurtling towards the ground. She stared at him, his face growing smaller as she fell further, no room for panic in her stomach as her brain released it’s adrenaline and endorphins, easing her into what it knew was about to be the end. There was no such things as vampires, as happy endings, as dark and brooding strangers who kidnapped you for love. That was Stockholm syndrome, and she had been murdered for being a foolish girl with romantic notions.

As the guilt and shame washed over her, sorry for herself that these would be the last emotions she ever felt, another feeling began to take over, causing her limbs to tremble. The tingling from the pit of her stomach was so strong she could swear she could hear it humming inside of her, causing her head to throb with tension. And she embraced it, thankful to feel something other than the familiar self-hate she’d lived with her whole life, waiting for her body to hit the ground and for it all to be over.

But it never came. The ground didn’t seem to be getting any closer, and she didn’t seem to be getting any lower. She tilted her head cautiously to the side and took a quick, investigative peak at what remained of her drop. And in doing so she spasmed, body flipping around in mid-air like it was caught in a gyroscope. She could hear the stranger from above yelling down into the street.

“Don’t panic, if you panic you’ll lose-”

But she had panicked, and at that she fell the ten feet left of her journey to the ground, thudding unceremoniously on her back, straight into the murky puddles. Rain dripped on her face, eyes closed and attempting to absorb everything that had happened. She blinked and tried to see through the rain, a figure making its way slowly and gracefully from the sky down to her.

“See?”

He reached out a hand and she took it, instantly pulled up, into the air, as he dragged her back towards the roof.

“I’m going to let go, and you can hold yourself, ok?”

She shook her head violently, desperate for him to hold her. But he snatched his grip away. She shook, wobbling around before calming her breaths and hovering, swaying gently in the wind. As much as she wanted to be frightened, to be nervous about the prospects of the future, to be angry at how her old life was snatched away, she was just excited. Looking at the stranger before her, she smiled and giggled.

Eddie laughed back, thankful that there was finally some semblance of positivity emanating from her, knowing that it would be easier now to adjust her to a new life.

“What would you like to do next?” He asked her, a warm smile spreading over his face as she pondered, gleefully. He could hold off on this evening’s mayhem, if it meant encouraging her to accept her new life, secretly hoping she would agree to spend at least some of eternity with him.

#this is the worst thing ive ever written #hands down omg #there's no smut in this!?#and the ending SUCKS ASS #i cant write endings but you should have realised that by now #anyway!!!!!#finnie writes #riddler x reader #dano riddler #dano!riddler #riddler fanfic #riddler fanfiction #the riddler fanfic #the riddler fanfiction #riddler 2022 #edward nashton x reader #the batman 2022

64 notes · View notes

justfonnsblog · 6 months

Text

Bakugou letting you put scented hand-cream on him for the first time, only for him to get "addicted".

Headcanons ft. Y/n.

Because one day as you were putting nail polish on he walked into your dorm, his face immediately scrunched, recognizing this smell on the spot from his hands smelling like that any time he uses his quirk or sweats from them.

He immediately complains about the smell but before you can say anything he explains that his hands do smell like that shitty chemical stuff. You immediatly shut up feeling bad, at the idea of ALWAYS having to smell that shi. Even with years of putting on nail polish, you couldn't get used to the strong smell of chemical.

After being done applying your protection layer and it being dry, you put some lavender hand cream for your hands and he immediately likes the smell.

He tries not to be too direct about it, asking what it is before snatching the bottle from your hands to take a look at it. He liked how it immediately made your dorm smell better after you put it on.

When you see him looking at the bottle like that you get an idea, what if he tried some? Lets see if he'd like the scent of his hands a bit better!

❝ Hm...Hey, Katsu want to try it on? I will help. ❞, you asked making some puppy eyes hoping he'd at least let you do it.

You're suprised when he ends up accepting after scrowling at you with a scrunched nose for like a minute. But you do not complain as you quickly ask him to put one hand out so you can get to work.

When he does so, you put some cream on your hands and quickly starts rubbing it on his—much bigger—hand with both of yours. At first he flinches at the cold but quickly forgets about it when he feels your soft and small hands start rubbing and massaging his hand.

His cheeks quickly become a soft pink from both the touch and the fact that you were focused on your task let him look at your pretty face. He quickly learned that your focused face was one of his favorite thing, the way your eyebrows furrowed a bit and that your nose scrunched a bit in focus. Adorable.

When you're done with it and look back up at him to ask for the second hand, his eyes widen a bit and he looked away hoping you didn't catch him staring.

He put his other hand out for you to work on that one before even asking for it. Putting his other hand in an awkward position from the kinda "sticky" creamy feeling on his hand, not used to it. He knew that his shoulder would probably hurt later, but it was totally worth it so he ignored it.

He gets lost in thoughts as he either stare at you or your hands rubbing the hand cream into his skin. Where did you learn how to massage like that? How are your hands so soft and how, how can they do that much damage when you guys are outside working? Like...His hand is at least two sizes bigger than yours. And so on.

When you let go of his hand he almost has the reflex of grabbing it in his own, not wanting you to let go of his but he doesn't. He only scrowls softly before huffing and getting up, saying a small "thanks" in between his teeth before saying good night and walking out. This leaves you confused as to what you did, but end up letting it go...Knowing all too well that Bakugou Katsuki always went to sleep around 8 (or so we thought).

As he walks back to his dorm, he cant stop looking at his hand and getting wiffs of the cream instead of his usual smell. He can't even say how much he loves it.

Well....Thats till he comes back a few days later, sits down and shows you your hand only saying. ❝ Hand-cream? ❞ Which you end up smiling and doing the same process as last time, you talking a bit more with him this time.

And now with this happening a few more times, it has become a kind of routine for you two. You having no idea that what you were doing was making the boy so happy and having some butterflies in his stomach.

His hands become even softer than before, but now sometimes when he fights, his hands instead of only smelling bad, ends up smelling like warm or burnt lavender, which weirdly smells way better than otherd would think.

Especially when you know who did it, even though now Bakugou has a bottle you bought for him in his dorm, he always comes back to you for "help".

You are just oblivious to all of this, of course. Till. One day Denki asks if you could do it for him too(after learning about you doing it for the blondie), only for said spike ball to quickly insult Pikachu and whisper a threat to him. What can I say? He wants to be the only one getting this treatment.

That night, he comes to your dorm and in this very rare slightly flustered moment, he makes you pinky promise that you wont do the cream routine with anyone but him. When you stare at him dumbfounded for a few seconds, he quickly insults you—boy is embarrassed (ㅋㅋ)— but still put his pinky out and you both promise not to do it with anyone else.

Its only then that you realize what is happening and you can't help but giggle everytime you think about it.

You also tried to change the scent, but Bakugou always want to stick with the Lavender one. Is it because you also use that one? 🤔 Maybe.

Because you do it, he doesn't care if someone catches a wiff of it and think he smells "womanly", he couldn't care less since it came from you. Even more when you two get together, he will death glare the person who dares "judge" his baby's tastes.