#no I am a vampire stop trying to be my friend dammit
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I have a request!!! I've had this idea rattling around in my head for a while. I've tried to write it, but I keep getting stuck!
So, essentially, the idea is Reader x George where the reader's dad is a vampire who got cast out of the vampire kingdom and found the love of his life, the reader's mom, a witch. So the reader is part vampire, part witch. I can't decide if I want the reader to be more powerful or less powerful than a regular vampire due to the magic that's also in her veins. I want the story to be focused around George catching Reader drinking a bag of blood sent by her parents and asking about it! Reader is defensive until she realizes that George isn't being rude, just curious. Then it's really fluffy about Reader opening up about how hard it is to not share her real heritage with her friends!!
If you don't want to do this, that's totally okay, I just can't stop thinking about it and I think you'd execute it really well!!!!!
As always, much love!!!!!
Sanguine Moon
Thank you for sending in such a fun idea!💗
George x fem dhampir!reader, platonic with the possibility of something more
Warnings: mentions of drinking blood, a few curse words
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Y/N waited until she was alone before pulling out the bag of blood wrapped neatly in the package that had arrived this morning. Sighing, she undid the cap, wishing she hadn't forgotten her special drinking glass at home during her recent visit. She detested drinking from a plastic bag. There was just something so uncouth about it. If she had to drink blood, Y/N reckoned she could at least do it with a bit of style.
Oh, well. There's nothing for it now.
"Bottoms up," she muttered to herself and gracelessly upended her weekly ration. She'd barely gotten a taste when the door flew open. "There you are, Y/N! I was looking - " George froze, eyes wide as saucers as he took in the scene before him.
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Y/N lowered the bag, wiping a trickle of blood from her chin. Dammit, how could I forget to lock the door?
"Um... is that what I think it is?" George stepped toward her, his stare focused squarely on the object in her hands.
"I don't know," she attempted to cover the bag. "What do you think it is?"
"It... um... it looks like blood," George stammered.
A million retorts raced through her head, each more ridiculous than the last. So she went with the most mature thing she could think of. "So, what of it!?" She snapped, jutting her chin out.
The redhead blinked, taking a tentative step toward her. "I didn't mean anything bad by it. It's just that it's not every day you walk in on your friend drinking blood, you know?"
"Oh. Right," Y/N's face burned a bright vermillion. "No, I don't suppose you do."
An awkward silence settled over the room. "So, uh," George began, moving to sit beside her. "Are you like a vampire or something?"
Y/N let out a long breath. No point in trying to hide the truth now. "I'm a dhampir," she said bluntly.
"A dhampir?"
"Half vampire, half human," she explained.
George's eyes lit up. "So, one of your parents is a vampire?"
"Yeah, um, my dad."
"And your mum's a..."
"Witch."
"Wow, that is so cool, Y/N!" George's mind whirled with a million different questions. "Do you have any special powers? Like turning into a bat, or super strength?"
"Ok, first off, vampires do not turn into bats. That's a myth muggles came up with to explain why some bats drink blood," she explained. "But as for the second one, I am stronger than the average human."
"Like how strong?" The corners of George’s mouth quirked up.
Y/N shrugged and took a sip of blood. "When I'm at full strength, I could carry the whole Gryffindor Quidditch team in one go," she confessed, then paused for a second, trying not to giggle at George's "deer-in-the-headlights" expression. "And I can see in the dark. Like no light at all, pitch-black dark." She took another sip. "Also, I can fly without a broom."
George's mouth fell open. "Seriously? Without an incantation?"
"Mhmm, since I was four years old." Y/N's apprehension had faded, and she was now openly gulping down the bag of blood.
"Could you, like, take another person with you?" George asked with a sheepish grin. "Flying, I mean."
Y/N smiled. "When I'm finished with this," she held up the half-empty bag. "Yes, I can." She then took another swig. "Would you like me to take you flying?"
"Hell yeah!" George grinned like a fool.
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George held tight to her hand as they soared upward and away from Hogwarts. The warm air of late spring grew colder the higher they ascended. He was glad he remembered to grab his jacket.
"I never realized how relaxing flying can be," he commented. "Usually, when I'm up in the air, I'm either playing Quidditch or acting like an idiot with Fred."
"It's one of my favorite things to do. Sometimes, late at night, when I can't sleep, which is often, I'll come out and fly for a while," she smiled, then looked down. "C'mon, let's go down here. I wanna show you something."
She sat them down gently, making certain George stood steady before she released his hand. "What is this place?" He asked, turning around in slow circles.
"It's the ruins of an old muggle castle," Y/N said. "I don't know anything about it other than it's from the Middle Ages, I think. This turret is all that's left."
George nodded and peaked over the side, taking in the stone rubble that lay in heaps all around it. "It's a good place. Quiet. Away from people."
"That's why I like it. It's a good place to think or just unwind," she said, leading him over to a large wooden chest. "I brought this up here last year." Y/N tapped the huge lock with her wand, and it clicked open. "Here," she lifted the lid and pulled out a thick velvet blanket. "Lay this out. I'll bring the pillows."
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They lay there watching the stars for a long time before George turned on his side and asked the question that had been burning in his mind since he discovered Y/N was a dhampir. "Does anyone else know your secret?"
"Only Dumbledore and McGonagall," she shook her head. "I don't think parents would be too keen on sending their kids to school with a half-vampire. I might go on a blood sucking rampage or something." She rolled her eyes.
George said nothing, but his mind wandered back to last year when the Headmaster hired Lupin to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts and the subsequent fall-out when it came to light that he was a werewolf. "I'm sorry you have to hide who you are," he said.
"It's ok. I've learned to play the part of a nice, normal human quite well," she gave him a sad smile. "But it just gets so fucking exhausting having to put on a show day after day. That's why I like coming here. I can take off the mask for a little while."
The redhead nodded. "And what about vampires?" He asked. "You don't have to hide from them, do you?"
"No," she sighed. "But my family isn't welcome within the sanguine community either. My dad was ostracized when he married my mum. Any vampire who takes a human partner is cast out for blood betrayal."
George rolled his eyes. "Gotta keep that precious bloodline pure. Fucking ridiculous."
"Yeah, it is..." Y/N exhaled a long suffering sigh. "But it's the law of the land. And it isn't changing anytime soon."
"Well, I, for one, don't care that you're a dhampir," George smiled and threw his arm around her shoulders. "And your secret will always be safe with me. I promise won't tell anyone. Not even Fred."
"Thanks, George," she leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You don't know how much of a relief it is to finally have a friend I don't have to hide myself from."
"Hey, what are friends for," he grinned ear to ear, a deep crimson blossoming across his freckled face. "If not to trust them with our deepest darkest secrets."
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Eternity
Pairing: Vampire Loki x Virgin reader x Bucky
Warnings: arguing, yelling, insecurities, angst, mentions of alcohol, minor smut (not explicit), making out, humping, biting.
Summary: things between Loki and James grow tense, meanwhile you try to figure out what's happening to you.
Part four-
You woke with the sun streaming in your eyes "good God why." You groaned pulling the covers over your head. You sighed as you felt the pounding in your head "I'm gonna kill you wanda." You growled rolling over to face away from the window. You pulled the blanket back seeing you were still in your dress from last night. You sat up holding your head trying not to be sick.
You rubbed your eyes trying to focus when you saw the water on your nightstand, a note underneath it. You downed the water opening the note.
My Dear Y/n,
You were in no shape to make it home last night, so I took the liberty of bringing you to make sure you made it safe. I will be returning to the same club tomorrow evening, I hope to see you there. You have entranced me darling, I wish to get know you better. -L-
You read the note a few times, parts of last night hazy in your memory. You remembered sitting with wanda, when she came back with drinks. The man sitting talking to her, and....those eyes. The greenest eyes you had ever seen. It sent a shiver down your spine thinking about them, staring into you. A knock on the door pulled you back to reality. You sighed walking to the door, opening it to see wanda smiling at you "forget something?." She asked holding out your purse. "Holy shit, I didn't realize I left it." You said grabbing it from her. "Well can't say I blame you with tall dark and handsome all over you. Did you get lucky?" She asked watching you.
"Umm, no, I don't think so. But I think he brought me home." You said showing her the note. "Oh my God you have to go tonight!" She screeched making your head hurt "dude, I don't know. I feel like trash." You sighed rubbing your temples. "No, as your friend I will not allow you to miss this opportunity, that guy was hot!" She said storming inside. "Ok, we have the rest of the day to get you primed and ready." She said winking "really? Primed?" You asked raising an eyebrow. "Yes! You need to get laid and I'm going to make that happen, now go shower, I'll put coffee on" She said shoving you towards the bathroom.
"I will not have this discussion again James!" Loki yelled storming from the room. "Why won't you talk to me about this?" James asked following behind him. Loki stopped, turning to James. "Because, there is nothing to talk about. I have to lure that woman two more times and you are getting in my way!" He growled coming face to face with him. "Loki, you know this is different. I feel it, I know you do." He said stepping back. "No, it is not. I am using her for what I need, nothing more." He growled again walking towards the door.
"You have never acted this way before Loki." James said following him "yes, because I've never had this problem before." He said grabbing his coat. "What problem?" James asked grabbing the keys. Loki stared into his eyes sighing. "It doesn't matter, let's go. We can't miss her." He said walking out the door. The drive to the club was silent, James looked back several times seeing Loki staring out the window. "Are you ok master?" He asked grabbing Loki's attention "y..yes, I'm fine." He said clearing his throat. "When we get there keep an eye out for her." He said, his gaze returning to the window making James sigh.
Loki sat in a corner booth, sipping a drink watching and waiting. He text James seeing if he had seen you but no luck. "Dammit." He muttered to himself when his phone went off "Yes, what is it?" He growled into the phone. "She's here." He heard James say as he hung up. Loki set his phone down, looking up seeing you walk around a small group of people. He cleared his throat taking you in, your long black dress sweeping across the floor, following the slit up your dress to your mid thigh. His eyes traveled further up, the low cut of your dress pressing your full breasts up.
He looked up to your face, your hair cascading around your shoulders swaying as you walked, turning your head your eyes met. He smiled wide as you seemed to freeze in place. He motioned to the seat next to him you slowly walked over. He stood when you made it to the booth, grabbing your hand kissing the back of it "Hello my dear, I'm afraid I wasn't able to properly introduce myself last time, my name is Loki." He said smiling "Hello, I'm y/n." You said quietly. "Lovely name for a lovely woman. Please, join me." He said as you nodded and sat down.
"Allow me to order you a drink." He said getting the waitresses attention. "Oh, nothing too strong please, this morning wasn't fun." You said laughing. "Perhaps some water to start?" He asked seeing you smile looking down. "Are you nervous y/n?" He asked sliding slightly closer "um..maybe a little." You said with a small laugh. "No need to be nervous my dear, I only wish to...know you." He purred, reaching up to brush your hair off your shoulder making you giggle. The waitess returned with your water and another drink for him "so tell me y/n, are you seeing anyone?" He asked making you choke on your drink "me?..um no....no I'm not." You said fidgeting with your hands.
He smiled "I'm surprised, a beautiful woman like you I would think to be married." He said running a finger slowly across your shoulder. "Ha no, I appear to be no one's type." You said with a sad laugh. He looked you up and down, he had to admit you were quite lovely "Well, they have no taste then." He purred, sliding right next to you gently pressing you into the seat. "Oh...well i..." you stuttered looking down. "Tell me y/n, would you like to come home home me?" He whispered making your eyes widen "I....I don't usually....umm..." you stuttered looking at him. "I can show you things, make you....feel things you never imagined possible." He whispered gently kissing your shoulder.
His hand slipped to your thigh, slowly moving along the slit of your dress "Please y/n...I want to touch you, to feel you." He purred in her ear nipping at it. "I...aahh....I don't think that's a good idea. I...I should go." You said starting to get up when he grabbed your hand, tilting your head to look at him. "Y/n, you want to come home with me, yes?" He asked, his eyes glowing a brighter green making your mind go blank "y..yes, I do." You said, unsure why. He got up holding his hand out "come y/n. Let me show you what I can do." He said smiling. You grabbed his hand and he led you outside.
You walked into the mansion looking around "wow, this place is huge." You said walking through the foyer. "Passed down to me by my parents. It's a bit austentatious for my liking but I can't part with it." He said grabbing your hand he lead you to the living room. "Have a seat dear, I'll get you a drink." He smiled kissing your hand. You sat on the couch looking around when he came back with a glass of wine. "Who was that that brought us here?" You asked taking a sip "James, my driver. He's been with the family for years, I couldn't bear to let him go when my parents passed." He said sitting next to you.
You nodded setting your glass on the table "Darling, come sit on my lap." He purred making you look at him "I beg your pardon?" You asked when you noticed his eyes glow again "you do want to don't you darling?" He asked smiling "i...y..yes I do." You said shaking your head. "Well, come here pet " He purred, guiding to to straddle his lap. You felt his hands slowly running up yours sides you closed your eyes feeling his cool lips press to the top of your breasts "so lovely....kiss.....so pure....kiss....what I could do to you." He moaned kissing up to your neck. "Oh god.." you moaned, rocking your hips againt his. "There is no god here y/n." He moaned sucking hard on your neck making you cry out.
You felt his erection press into your clothed heat as you ground yourself againt him, pressing your chest against his throwing your head back. "Fuck...your perfect y/n...what I wouldn't give to utterly destroy you.." he growled nipping the top of your breasts. "To have my way with you, to ruin you in every way possible." He growled pulling the top of your dress down swirling his tongue around your nipple making you cry out. Grinding down hard on him you felt a wave come over you "are you going to come my dear?" He purred, grabbing your hips moving you faster. "God...l..loki ahh....im..." you moaned.
"fuck..yes y/n...just like that..." he panted, feeling his orgasm building "take your pleasure from me....use me....aahh i want to fuck you senseless....so all you think about is my cock inside you." He growled digging his fingers into your hips. "Do you want to be my little cockslut y/n..hmm? He growled rocking his hips with yours. You dug your fingers into his hair pulling his head back and latched your lips to his. You felt him stiffen briefly before kissing you back, parting your lips his tongue slipped in, devouring your mouth feeling his hand behind your head holding you there. You pulled his hair at the nape hearing him moan into the kiss.
He pulled back looking at you "Come y/n....come now!" He called out as you felt your orgasm slam into you, you looked down seeing him smile when you saw....fangs? "W..wait..." you started when he grabbed your head latching onto your neck piercing your skin making you scream out. "Loki...ahh God yes...." you cried out, his iron grip holding you to him. You began to feel light headed, the edges of your vision narrowing feeling him lick and suck you neck "y...your a...a...vam...." you tried. Your tongue heavy in your mouth. "Sleep y/n." You heard, your head feeling heavy. You felt someone laying you down. "Rest well my darling." You heard through your haze, opening your eyes slightly seeing Loki standing over you when everything went black.
Loki grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch covering you up. He stood back up watching your face scrunch up in your sleep. "What am I going to do?" He asked himself running a hand through his hair. He turned seeing James leaning on the doorframe arms crossed. "J..james...what.." he started when he put his hand up stopping him. They stared at eachother when James looked down kicking his foot "You promised." He whispered to the floor. "James, I didn't.....I dont..." Loki started when James pushed off the frame "let me know when to take her home." He sighed running a hand through his hair walking out.
"James wait!" Loki yelled walking after him. "Talk to me, please!" Loki called behind him "as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing left to talk about, let me know when she needs to leave, I'll take care of that and be on my way." James said not stopping "where are you going?" Loki asked as James stopped looking at him "to pack, I can't do this anymore." He said storming off down the hall to his room. "Dammit!" Loki yelled out running his hands through his hair. He walked back to the living room sitting in the chair across from you watching for you to wake. He sighed closing his eyes and for once I'm his long life he had no idea what he was going to do.....
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Werewolf Steve x Vampire Eddie
Part 1/?
Steve watched as Eddie back up with that tell-tale look on his face.
“Munson don’t you do it. Don’t you run away from me.” Steve advanced, pointing an accusatory finger at him.
Eddie, the bastard, just grinned and transformed right then and there, his wings taking him up into the sky and away from this conversation.
“Dammit!”, Steve hissed, annoyed.
“Yep, saw that comin’“, Dustin had the audacity to comment from the sidelines.
Steve rounded on him. “This is all your fault Henderson.”
“My fault?”
Yes. His fault. Because Eddie Munson never would’ve strolled into Steve’s life had he not met him on that fateful night.
The full moon resonated with Steve and he had been running around with Robin and Jonathan when he heard Dustin’s stray howl. When Steve didn’t hear the answering call of any of their pack, he parted from his two friends to see what was up, howling a reply himself.
It was odd for Dustin to be alone. But it turned out he wasn’t. Because apparently, in his abundance of time, Dustin not only made friends with a vampire but the most insufferable one in all of existence. Steve didn’t realize this at first though. He only saw a vampire advancing on a cub and simply reacted.
So what if he bit Dustin’s new friend? Eddie deserved it. Retroactively. By pulling moves like this.
“I invite him to dinner and somehow I’m the asshole?”, Steve frowned.
Dustin shrugged. “Eddie said he doesn’t do pack stuff.”
“He’s taking the loner thing too seriously.”
They returned back home and Dustin reported Steve’s failure at inviting Eddie.
“Can’t blame the guy”, Robin said. “Vamps aren’t the most social bunch. Pass the potatoes.”
“Also, the first glimpse of ‘pack stuff’ he saw was a grooming”, Max said as she handed the bowl over. “I think that’d turn most folks away.”
“But he has a whole club of vampires he hangs out with”, Steve argued.
“There’s nothing wrong with hygiene”, Joyce piped up. “As for this friend of Dustin’s, we need to let him acclimate at his own pace.”
“He’s one blood sucker going into a den of wolves”, Hopper said. “He’s right to be cautious.”
Cautious. Right. So far, whenever Eddie hung out with Dustin or any member of their pack, it was on neutral ground. For some reason, Steve took personal offense to the fact Munson didn’t want to come over.
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A few nights later, when Dustin reported as much when he and Eddie went to the arcade, Eddie pushed away from the air hockey table and began to pace around.
“I knew it. I just knew it.”
“Knew what?”, Dustin moved away from the table too while Mike and Erica moved in to continue the game like nothing happened.
“This is how they get ya”, Eddie pointed at Dustin. “They lure you in with a cute kid. Or a dog. Or both. And then all of a sudden you’re meeting the family, and picking out wedding invitations and before you know it I’m choppin’ the locks and we’re all...Leave it to Beaver bullshit!”
“Uhh, did Steve ask you out and I missed it?”, Erica asked, definitely not missing a beat as she scored on Mike.
“I am also confused”, Dustin said. “Because I was under the impression that you and Steve were at the ‘begrudgingly tolerant’ stage. Are you trying to say-wait, what are you trying to say?”
Erica’s brow raised. “Are you into Steve?”
Mike whipped around, giving Erica a free point. “Eddie what the hell? Steve? Harrington? Steve Harrington?”
“Over my dead body”, Eddie said. “Over my dead body I’m falling for that...that...”
“Watch it”, Dustin warned.
“That hairball.”
“That’s fair”, Dustin shrugged.
“I mean it would explain why you always lose whatever shred of cool you have around him”, Erica said matter-of-factly. “And why you always got full-bat when you’ve exhausted that cool. And why you’re always talkin’ about the way he smells-”
“Cause he smells like wet dog! And...something else.”
“Oh my god.” Mike was going through a crisis. “Oh my god!”
Eddie ran a hand through his hair. “Stop saying that like you’re having a revelation Wheeler.”
“Eddie. Serious question.” Dustin put his hands together. “Do you have a crush on Steve?”
Eddie would’ve brandished his fangs but that stopped working on these kids months ago.
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“How come you never ask Robin to do this?”, Steve asked.
“I love her to death, but she’s not going anywhere near my plants”, Nancy said as she knelt down.
Steve was watering a bunch of things he didn’t know the names of. Nancy was picking like she knew all their secrets. The full moon was coming up. She must have a spell planned.
“Full moon will be soon”, Nancy said, rather randomly.
“Yeah.”
“And you’re going to do some running?”
“Yeah. Robin will be out too.” Which she should know, the two had been dating for about a year. So why was Nancy asking?
“Steve, what are you and Eddie doing?”
Trust Nancy to cut through the bullshit.
“We are not doing anything. He’s fine with just being friends with Dustin, and the other kids, and just hanging out in town, and that’s fine, and that’s it. That’s it, Nance.”
“Hmm. Well Mike said-”
“I mean how could he not just come to dinner, huh? Like I get that he knows Will and Dustin but Max doesn’t play DnD and call me crazy but I think he and Robin would hit it off and if he’s...masquerading as some kinda mentor for Dustin then he should get to know his family.”
“You’re right”, Nancy said, standing with the basket of her harvest. “He should get to know the family.”
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Sayo's Route: Ecstasy 02
Sayo's Route Masterlist
Monologue
It was hard to interact with the brothers like normal after my conversation with Lei.
“My aunt has a room for you!”
I had been waiting to hear those words for so long.
And now that I have…here I am hesitating.
I never would have expected to get close enough to the Sakamakis to care about leaving when we first thought up this plan…and I never thought there would be another family of vampires that I would become close to either.
But now I was struggling with the idea of actually leaving because both had happened…
Kou said he would let me go back home to see my friends once they weren’t fighting with the Sakamakis.
That would be the best case scenario, but when would that be? Would they ever stop fighting?
I have no idea what to do…
It was easier to pretend nothing was wrong in front of Kou, but the brothers seemed to have figured out something was up by now.
-Sayo is taking a walk around the garden
Subaru: Oi, Sayo!
-She glances up to see Subaru walking towards her
Sayo: Hey, Subaru. Do you need something?
Subaru: We need to talk.
(I had a feeling this would happen sooner or later…I did brush him off that night after Lei’s phone call even though he was trying to have a serious conversation…)
Sayo: Haah…Yeah, okay.
Subaru: You’ve been acting off since the other night. Is it because of what I said?
Sayo: Not entirely…I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking.
Subaru: About that guy?
Sayo: Not just that.
Subaru: You’re being vague…
Sayo: Well…I guess so, huh? I’ve just been thinking about…what I want to do in the future. Not just about the situation with Kou and Laito. In general.
Subaru: In the future…? Not that I care much about it, but you’re our prospective bride. You’re supposed to marry one of us.
Sayo: ….Supposed to…
Subaru: You still don’t want to.
Sayo: Would you be happy about being forced to marry someone?
Subaru: ‘Course not. I would kill whoever thought they could tell me what to do.
Sayo: So do you understand now?
Subaru: Haah…Difference is, you wouldn’t be able to kill our father.
Sayo: Fufu…Unfortunately not.
Subaru: …Shu already told us Reiji wants to marry you and succeed the family. I think Laito would fight to take you as his bride if Reiji or any of us decided to actually try. I know you and Laito have had problems but wouldn’t it just be easier to settle for him or Reiji?
Sayo: I don’t want to have to settle for anyone, Subaru. If I get married, I want it to be to someone I love.
Subaru: And you love Kou?
Sayo: ….I don’t know yet. Maybe…
Subaru: Che…I don’t get it…
-Subaru walks away
Sayo: Haah….I don’t either, Subaru…
*Timeskip*
Laito: Sayo-chan~!
-Laito rushes up to her, grabbing onto her arm
Sayo: Laito…
Laito: Hm? What’s with the long face? What’s wrong, Sayo-chan?
Sayo: Nothing, really. I’m just lost in thought.
-She slips her arm out of his grasp
Sayo: I really would like to just be left alone right now, Laito.
Laito: Eh…?
-He stares, surprised to have been rejected so suddenly
Laito: You’re lost in thought…? It wouldn’t happen to be about Kou-kun, would it?
Sayo: Haah…No. And even if it was, it’s none of your business.
Laito: Why are you being so cold, Sayo-chan? I thought we had moved past this…
Sayo: I’m just not in a good mood right now, Laito…
Laito: Not just now. The past few days, too. Something has been off.
Sayo: I’ve just had a lot on my mind, that’s all.
Laito: I don’t believe that…It has to do with Kou-kun, after all, doesn’t it?
Sayo: That and other things! Now that you know, will you please just leave me alone?
-She rushes off down the path. It takes him a minute to recover since he wasn’t expecting her to outright admit Kou was part of the cause
Laito: Tch…That bastard…
-He heads back to the mansion, knowing he won’t be able to have a conversation with her like this. Meanwhile, Sayo continues to wander around the garden
Sayo: Haah….Dammit…How did everything end up like this…? Why can’t it just be easier…?
-Unbeknownst to her, Kanato is listening in from above her on the balcony
Kanato: Hmph…Stupid girl…
-To be continued
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Dracula Daily Day 86
IT’S THE BIG ONE
Dr. Seward’s Diary
Renfield nooooo I’m so upset
Dracula how dare you beat my boy like this I’m in PAIN
AND NOW YOU GO AND BLAME HIM FOR THIS? LIKE HE DID IT TO HIMSELF???
Dr. Abe this is so not an accident what are you talking about
Arthur and Quincey heard the plot needed them and who are they to refuse?
Can we save his life because he’s a human and a good bean and not just because he has information? Like please?
HE’S ALIVE!!!
“What’s wrong with my face?” I’m DISTRAUGHT
DON’T DIE
“I must go back to death - or worse” DRACULA HOW COULD YOU
The way Renfield capitalizes He like Dracula is a god, or on a level with God is so telling without saying much at all
Ugh this poor thing has been a victim this entire time. And Jack just looks at him like a science experiment.
“I don’t care for the pale people” AAAHH MINA
Everything hurts and I’m dying
He tried to SAVE her BABY RENFIELD AAGHGH.
Oh cool we’ve gotten what we wanted so we’re just ditching im I guess.
Quincey I love you but I think saving her from becoming a vampire is more important than silly Victorian propriety
DRACULA GET AWAY FROM HERRRR.
It’s truly disgusting how many adaptations saw this scene with Dracula drinking from Mina and decided “romantic? Sexy? Soulmates???”
BUT THE SUITOR SQUAD GOT THIS FUCK OUTTA HERE
Noooo Mina ;~;
This part is destroying me
Jonathan seeing his wife distress and immediately going “I’m going to kill the fucker” is glorious
Mina and Jonathan are relationship goals
“I much touch him or kiss him no more” “aww hell no” Jonathan is the most ride or die ever. Given the choice between Mina or God and he chooses Mina I LOVE this sweet boy
NOOO THE RECORDS. But it’s okay, Mina’s the best and saved everything
RENFIEEEEELDDDDD
PTERODACTYL SCREECH
BABYYYY NOOOOO
Quincey and his bats, man.
I’m so upset
The story of Dracula slipping in to attack Mina is just as horrifying the second time around
“A little refreshment” ewww
“What have I done to deserve such a fate” NOTHING MINA YOU’RE PERFECT AND WE’RE PRIVILEGED TO HAVE YOU HERE
And there goes Jonathan’s hair
Jonathan Harker’s Journal
Jonathan stressing makes me stressed
God’s not helping you, your friends are helping you
RENFIEEEEEELLLLLLLD
He tried to save Mina and this is what he gets
This attendant sucks at his job and now my SWEET BOY IS DEAD.
Nothing should have been kept from Mina in the first place dammit
“I shall die!” MINAAAA.
Van Helsing’s right for once, that’s not actually going to help anything.
Yes, lockpicking, much better than breaking in.
At least Mina doesn’t have fangs yet, that’s a good sign
Way to go Van Helsing, you made Mina cry again.
And then you burned her head. You’re handling this extremely poorly, man.
Poor Mina :( Girl just wants to live her life
“She shall not go into that unknown and terrible land alone” AWWWW. JONATHAN YOU ARE THE SWEETEST.
This is so romantic it’s melting my black dead heart
“I have written this in the train” Just like the beginning of the book, that’s a beautiful callback.
“The place smells so vilely” perhaps that’s because you just lit a cigar, Art (yes, I know it’s Vamp Stink)
Dr. Seward’s Diary
It always seems like a long wait when we’re waiting for Arthur and Quincey.
Jonathan babyyyy
Yeah, Jack, you’ve got nothing on Jonathan I’m sorry
So, if Dracula was a scholar, are we… condemning the seeking of knowledge over faith? Is that what’s happening here?
The zoophagous patient had a NAME, dammit
Jonathan is out for BLOOD. And not in the vampire way
There’s Dracula, it’s battle time!
Jonathan where the HELL did you get a kukri
Damn. SO close.
All this and Mina’s still trying to put on a brave face
Can we stop talking about Mina’s purity because that’s giving off some really icky Madonna-whore stuff
These two love each other so freaking much
Stoker’s letting his boys cry again you love to see it
I am also in tears by the way if you even care
Jonathan Harker’s Journal
I too thought today would never end
“My poor wronged darling” awww
It’s okay, guys, Quincey’s here to protect you :’)
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I hope this is the last part of this episode (SPOILERS: not at all. Will try to do better next episode, because I think I lose interest, plot and lots of details playing this way.
OK, we are in the earth building, kitsunes attacked with (magical) archers, who managed to shoot arrows from ground to roof (90 floors, seems legit). Our group split, but we have found them. Koori is again in bad shape, Leiftan stays close to her because (sadly) Beemoov decided that she will be that one person who helps him heal. Oh well. Nevra's reaction to Erika, Edgar and Mathieu appearing:
Then... why didn't you send one of your team to let them know where you are? To check on them? Edgar didn't say anything, btw. Nevra intimidated him again. Erika takes hurt familiar (that dragon thing) to Koori because no, having your Gardienne in Absinth means nothing to Beemoov. She cannot do a thing with healing and potions. You know who can tho? Koori! Not only she is a healer adapt at potions and treating injuries, she also knows kitsune magic and illusions. You know Beemoov, I guess we could play ANE with Koori as our MC. Main quest would be claiming back our throne, and we would take what is ours. With fire and blood, we will take it. Ahem.
Lance shows how compasionate he is, by caring about familiar. It is not a bad trope, but when you know what will happen later, and knowing that neither Lance nor Nevra showed much care for Edgar, A LIVING THINKING PERSON is a bit... Miiko was also v sweet for familiars, but hostile towards Gardienne at the begining of TO. And yes, there are plp like them- but it is not a positive thing, and I would love ANE to address it, or stop wasting my maana on familiars. Edgar is much more interesting character than my familiar/dragon-thin will ever be. #teamcorcoforever
At least Koori is observant- she noticed that arrows are same as used in tenjin's army. Not that there was much options- at least I had not a feeling that many tribes live in Genkaku, but it's a nice touch. Anyway, Nevra managed to gather some infos with his vampiric powers:
Now, wouldn't it be better for you to gather on the roof and fly away on Lance's back? Perhaps later stay on a ship? Honestly, if I was a Tenjin, there would be no ship, I would burn it... Tenjin makes no sense here. Either wait 24 hours and no minute more- and THEN attack (because guards has broken their promise), or burn the bridges and the ship, murder guardsmen (or die trying to). The fact he is doing neither doesn't make sense. Anyway, Nevra decideds it's time to evacuate:
Blah blah, the rest is sleeping/resting. At least I learnt that Edgar has stayed here for one week (?). We are wasting maana on Erika playing with stapler (and why my autocorrect has written strap on I wonder), the writers of ANE are... something. This would be a perfect moment to add some ROMANCE- Erika fearing for Mathieu's and Nevra's safety, or wondering whether Leiftan is feeling ok now, or wondering that Lance has shown such care for a familiar. 2-4 sentences that could be a build up for an ending scene on ship. But no, waste it for nothing. Finally, after an hour Erika got bored and approach Lance, because I have no choice. There is not much choice in ANE, to be frank.
Because guardsmen arrows are different, they make the least possible damage to victim. FFS, it's again about familiar! You have a victim, a hurt, scared and confused HUMAN next to you! At least show him some care!
dammit. familiars again. so this will be a reccuring theme in ANE. Shortly: maripods, sersea and warrifangs are acting much more aggressively than usual.
"Am I joke to you?"
Now, that would be interesting. If the faeries would also act strangely. The pressure to find sollution or cure, before our friend turn rabid...
Lance has his Disney Princess moment, with that famliar suddenly trusting him and cuddling. I guess it's cute? Dunno, we are in rollercoaster between v childlish moments and people dying like flies so. It's hard for me to switch my mood so quickly. But look, we have a chance to make our LOM higher. I do not care for Lance, but you know. He seems ok here so:
Erika got another superpower to collection: she can now sense familiars emotions. Kinda. Pity, it didn't work on Mathieu... but I digress. A hint on how she is a part of Eldarya's spirit now? With all that "I have more connection to Eldarya than to Earth" and her being part of Crystal? A final sacrifice at the end of ANE in making?
Anyway, Erika admits to Lance:
He doesn't like this idea:
Shut the fuk up, Mr 5% on LoM. Leiftan is a good boy. A good, troubled, murderous boy. Also, Edgar should have lived. We could see him growing to love Eldarya.
again on familiars...
ahem. Anyway, once again, everybody: ELDARYA GOOD. EARTH BAD.
And why do plp keep cats, mices, dogs? For emotional support, Erika admits. So far she didn't make familiars very much different from our animals. She could just say that familiars are very inteligent, and that some of them have special, magical powers. Erika is v bad with any explanations, and this scene works only because Edgar is v sweet here, being interested in Eldarya, and even slowly accepting his fate. BTW, 100+ maana, and Leiftan, my LI is mentioned ONCE- that he is still in the same room.
Enough with familiars, Nevra and Mathieu are gone for 2 hours and the rest talk about it. We got this little info about Nevra (for anyone who didn't know him in TO it's a good information, and nicely written, you can get what kind of person he is now):
Wait, what, Edgar? It was too zen for me. Aaaah, in the hall it's too dark to notice the daylight dying. They decided to follow Mathieu and Nevra and try to get out from building: the deadline given by Tenjin is almost out. BTW, Beemoov again decided to give that draflayel 4 lines of dialogue.
We meet Nevra and Mathieu at the hall. They have fought earlier, but I have reached limits of screenshots for this post so this is the end.
Thoughts on this episode?
Too much time spent on familiar, while we left Edgar or even Koori forgotten. Too little time spent with our LI. So far the action parts are v chaotic. The mission/science is very vague, childlish. It's how a person who doesn't know a thing about diplomacy and military imagine war plans are made and prepared.
Erika's feelings for Eldarya seems superficial: she is excited when seeing or petting cute familiars, but she is not v eager to get to know kitsunes or their culture. Pretty clothes, "adventure", thinking about cool war cry, saving pretty princess? Yes, but wondering how they can solve their diplomatic crisis with whole kingdom of Genkaku is not crucial for her. I really have a feeling like I am reading a story about 13 years old girl, not an adult, responsible and wise woman who is capable of taking care of two worlds.
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(Almost) 500 follower celebratory prompt game
It’s been ages since I’ve shared anything with you all and I am nearly up to 500 followers (with only a few of them possible bots), so who wants a prompt game?
The rules are simple:
Choose one letter and one number. Feel free to add any specifics you wish to see, such as fluff, angst, location, etc.
Prompts are for Billy and the Darkling only. I’m a bit rusty and don’t want to waste too much energy getting the feel of a character I haven’t written before. I get enough of that with my original stuff lol. Please specify which of the two character choices you wish to see in your prompt.
This is a mixed ratings prompt game, so unless you specify otherwise, any prompt could end up being smutty if inspiration leads me that way.
Prompts under the cut.
Trope/Plot Prompts:
A. Drunk Reader
B. Drunk Billy/Aleksander
C. Accidental love confession
D. Planned love confession/marriage proposal
E. First meeting
F. Vampire AU
G. Friends to Lovers
H. Boss/Employee
I. Fake dating
J. Fake not-dating/hidden relationship
K. Only one bed
L. Arranged marriage
M. Waking up together
N. Jealous Reader
O. Jealous Billy/Aleksander
P. Fighting/almost breaking up
Q. Soulmate AU
R. Gift giving
S. Reader is sick or injured
T. Billy/Aleksander is sick or injured
U. Unplanned pregnancy
V. Snowed in/sheltering from a storm together
W. Reader needs rescuing
X. Reader has amnesia
Y. Billy/Aleksander has amnesia
Z. Wearing the other’s clothes
Quote Prompts:
‘Please don’t leave.’
‘Why me?’
‘Let me hold you for a little while longer.’
‘I have never loved anyone the way I love you.’
‘I would kill for you. Easily.’
‘I don’t deserve you.’
‘I just want you safe.’
‘Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.’
‘You’re lucky you’re so [pretty/handsome/cute/etc.]’
‘That wasn’t so hard now, was it?’
‘Who the hell are you?’
‘I’m trying to help you, dammit!’
‘What happened to us?’
‘Wait, I’m not ready yet!’
‘Don’t stop on my account.’
‘Is this what you want?’
‘This is me. Like it or leave it.’
‘Don’t I get a kiss?’
‘I missed you.’
‘Why don’t you come over here and make me.’
‘I wish you were mine.’
‘One day we will look back on this and laugh.’
‘That looks great on you.’
‘This is the best day of my life.’
‘This is the worst day of my life.’
‘I saved the best for last.’
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To the me of 5 years later
Hey kiddo,
I’m pretty sure it’s weird to see a message to you from yourself, right? Probably not given the circumstances. You might even be wondering when this letter was written anyways and it’s easy to forget given what time you’ll probably see this again.
At this time when you wrote this, you woke up with a start at around 2 AM thinking you have this nasty deadline to meet (you ain’t wrong, kid) and tried to do it at the last minute since it’s for your 11 AM class the same day but, somehow, you knew you wouldn’t make it so you didn’t try to push it.
By now, you’re already a pretty tired mess and it’s easy to see why you’d stop yourself immediately. The reasoning was pretty sound anyways. You thought that you didn’t want to rush the work because you genuinely wanted to be able to appreciate it but at the same time, you knew that it was going to flop up since you haven’t bothered to work on it during your free time... and I wouldn’t blame you for it. You’ve been through so much lately and I guess you’ve run out of outlets to vent your worries on and I’m telling you that you’re doing great.
You’re doing well, kid. I mean...I can mentally count down the times you’ve almost given up on even breathing and functioning but here you are, strong and 25 and hopefully happy with yourself now.
There were a lot of mistakes down the road but I hope you never think that they weren’t all bad either. They turned you into who you are now and you should be happy for yourself. Remember when you were 18 and you thought, “Man, I’m so excited to be in college!” and had the rug pulled out from under you because it was a vivid life experience you didn’t expect.
But you survived it.
You managed to get by.
Right now, you’re 20 and sad and honestly crying right now. Which is alright! You were always such a big emotional baby anyways and lots of people like you for that. But you need to stop hiding those emotions too. You need to drop the poker face when you’re feeling down because a lot of people do want to help you and it’s not bad to accept it. Doesn’t make you any less of who you are. I hope you learned that lesson by now because of you didn’t, I’d probably whoop my own ass if I could.
Breathe. Adulthood isn’t easy (obviously, I can’t imagine why) but you’re still here, right? Life isn’t going to get easier but you shouldn’t stop yourself from taking a breather when you need it. Go outside and get fresh air. You don’t do it enough lately. It’s like you’re terrified of the fucking sun. Get out and live, you damn skinny vampire. Make friends. Go on a limb to get out of your comfort zone. Right now, you think it’s difficult but I hope that when I read this again, I’m already telling myself what a badass motherfucker I am. Hell yeah! Pump yourself up!
Yeah. That’s it. Keep it up, okay? Don’t let the bad juju ruin your moments. It’s alright to take it slowly, one day at a time. I know you’re probably still not going to be able to slow yourself down so easily but right now, the you that’s typing is acting like this is a goddamn shitshow. (Prove yourself wrong later dammit!)
I’m not going to get all mushy and sentimental with myself cause you’re bound to be doing that anyways when you read this again. Just let me leave you a message I don’t think you’ll be surprised to see but might come in handy any time;
“Even if everything is a mess and falling apart, remember that you’re allowed to be happy and nobody can tell you otherwise. You know yourself best after all. So smile, laugh, do a fucking cartwheel when you feel like it! You’ve been sad enough times so you deserve to explore yourself and do what makes you happy. You’re wonderful and love yourself more often. Buy clothes and shit. Blow the world away with your passive-aggressive nature cause it’s you and you should do whatever it is that makes you feel alive.”
Sincerely,
your 20 year old self.
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I got elf ears >:3
Uhhh so the thing that put us out of commission is over...and the crash after that is over...and now I'm just tired tbh. I feel like I used this as a "hey am I a system?" blog and now that every single answer I've gotten by any system I've asked is "yes" as far as I can recall I don't know what to do with it anymore
Well it's nice to have for venting but I've found I don't have the energy to vent lately lol...I could see if the others want to post art and stuff on here? I know someone did a really awesome piece of art yesterday they might want to share? But other than that idk
Feelings of faking haven't been going away so maybe I can use this as like a...a journal? Of sorts? To keep track of everything and reassure myself? Because my current journal got soaked >.>
Oh, fun thing I've discovered. Brain is highly metaphorical. But I think I knew that already.
So. Yeah. Idk. Hopefully will be in school soon so maybe I can use this to try to keep track of what happened at school (partially so I and others don't forget, partially for comfort because school's stressful)? But that might be too much to put on the internet unless I wanted to be vague about it. Then again I haven't exactly been vague here. Hm. I'm not good at this internet privacy thing, am I?
I've found we have more alters than I'd like to admit. Uh. Which I guess I should've known based on the number of "imaginary friends" I had, but. Still. It's a lot. And every time something new happens I feel like I'm faking and if I tell anyone they're gonna tell me I'm faking or at the very least mistaken and the shred of comfort I have right now is going to just vanish because it was never real in the first place. Dammit. Trying to stop doing that. It's uh...not working very well. But I've been informed it's harmful so I'm trying my best to stop doing that. Trying. I uh...don't know how.
I guess there should be a point to this, huh? Or can it just be useless rambles? Hm...I'll just keep rambling and see where it goes.
Jessica is gonna be a Vampire for Halloween. Which is great for her. She loves Vampires. We found a great dress for her. I think she'll be over the moon when it comes. :) Her birthday's also in 10 days so I feel like I should get her a gift? Even though we share a body? The innerworld is uh...annoying...for me, so it'd probably just be easier to get or make something from outside. Maybe a bat charm. She likes those.
And if she doesn't front imma be an elf. Which is me anyway. But, still. Basically I'll dress up as myself. Getting used to those elf ears, but they're awesome for relieving some of my general dysphoria of existing.
I think there's a couple people that help comfort for sadness and in the dark (I'm scared of the dark for several reasons), so that's nice. :) Though one of them keeps tricking me and it's quite annoying to figure out when void's pranking me or actually telling the truth.
We're hoping to move out this March. Hoping. Hoping so much. Probably not. But hoping.
So I think that's the ramble. Enjoy. Sorry for all...this. Mess. Thing. God, to think this whole thing started because of a little curiosity. I guess it's better to know. But. That doesn't mean I can't kinda wish we could all be separate and just be family instead. I don't know if that makes sense. I'm tired. I'm dramatic. Imma go. Thanks for reading.
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Paul's Lullaby | part six
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Fall back, stay with Y/N, Sam had ordered Seth. He whines, then turns around and sprints top speed to your cabin.
Paul had never been angrier. He was mad at vampires, he was mad at Bella, he was mad at his friends on patrol, but mostly... he was mad at himself. A vampire had snuck into his home, where you had been, and he didn't even wake up. If you had died, if you had been bit, it would've been entirely his fault.
This tic was in my home, Sam!
Enough, Sam said, focusing on the hunt. Alice said when the snow sticks to the ground.
She was in my home.
Victoria flew across the trail they were running on, and the pair of them turned harshly to follow her. Paul growled.
Later! Sam ordered. And Paul's thoughts turned silent, focusing all his energy on chasing the vampire.
Victoria was a master evader. One of the Cullens had made the assumption that it was her heightened ability. They were still at least a week before the snow stuck to the ground, and this vampire was testing the strength of their lines. But she was getting much more confident.
Paul was terrified that she would take the opportunity to kill you, not only because she almost have you once - but if you were to kill an imprint, you'd severely hurt the pack.
Without stopping his heart, it would've killed him. Paul couldn't bare to face a world without you in it.
They chased her to the riverbank, but when she crossed - they were forced to run along it. She was smirking. Paul was trying not to show how messed up she had scrambled his mind, he didn't want her getting any ideas.
Victoria was the fastest vampire that Paul had encountered, and the smartest. Because of her stupid little power, she evaded them every time. He couldn't wait for the snow to stick. Then these bloodsuckers are done for, and Paul could resume a peaceful existence with you, deep in the woods in your cozy little cabin.
Victoria winked at the wolves, and ran deeper into Cullen territory.
Dammit! Paul was mad. He wanted to pop her head of like a dandelion. He wanted you to be safe, you face crossed his mind and everyone else's.
Go back, Sam said, the rest of us will make sure she doesn't come back.
Seth whined again, circling the house again. They both already knew that Victoria wouldn't double back, but he wanted to do his job right. He stopped and sat in front of the stairs when he was done. You were on the steps, slippers on with a mug of tea in your hand. You really wished Paul was here.
Suddenly Seth stood up, and pressed his nose into your palm, nudging you to pat him between the ears. Once you did he took off running, disappearing into the trees.
"Bye Seth," you said, waving. You took a sip of your tea. Paul emerged from the same direction that Seth ran off.
"Hey honey," he said, lightly jogging towards you. You set your drink beside you, and rushed towards him. He opened his arms, so you threw yourself in them.
Happy to be in his arms, you squeezed him tightly. But then pulled away. Your arms were still locked around each other. Paul leaned down, giving you a needy kiss. He pulled you tightly against him. His mouth was rough against yours, a delicious symphony of lust and love. He didn't want to pull away, but he did.
"I am so sorry," he said.
"You don't have anything to be sorry for," you said. "You came running for me."
"I will always come running for you." Paul scooped you up in his arms, making you gasp as he pulled you up to his chest. He walked you towards the house, holding you low so you can grab your drink, and inside.
"I can walk myself," you said, taking a sip.
"I just want to hold you for a minute," he said. He clenched his jaw when he stepped in the house. The smell of the leech who touched your things lingered in the air.
Paul set you down. "Go to bed."
"Not without you," you said, pouting.
He smiled at that, telling you he would follow you in a few minutes. When you turned to walk away from you, he laid a gentle smack on your butt. You jumped, smirking at him over your shoulder.
While you got nestled into your blankets, you could hear Paul walking around. You decided he was either checking all the doors and windows, or he was investigating what the vampire had been doing in your house. No one was brave enough to say it, but they could've killed you and they didn't.
Paul shuffled into the room a few minutes later. But he didn't lay down, he sat on the edge of his bed, putting his head in his head. You got up, sliding closer to him and holding him to your chest for a change. He let you pull him close, and dropped his hands to wrap them around your waist, his head resting happily on your chest.
"You wouldn't have been in the middle of this if it wasn't for me," he said.
"I'd already be dead if it wasn't for you," you reminded him. He groaned lightly.
"I was so scared," he whispered. "From the moment I realized what the kitchen smelled like. They could've killed you."
"It'll be over soon, right? Didn't you say less than two weeks?" you asked. He nodded.
"I already cleared it with Sam, we're going to be staying at their house until then." He sat up, and looked you in eyes. He brought his hand up to sweep across your cheek. You leaned into it. "No arguments?"
"I see your point," you said. "Our house is lovely but it's very exposed."
"You said our house," he said, smiling at you. Your only answer was another kiss, before you grabbed him by the shoulders and fell back, taking him with you. You both laughed.
"I love you," you said. "But it's almost four and we're both tired."
"I know," he said. "But I just want to hold you right now."
Paul flipped around, holding himself up and hovering over your torso. You couldn't help but glance down at him, he was just so beautiful. He smirked when he noticed, and you couldn't stop the blush from rising in your cheeks.
Bending down, he placed sweet kisses from the middle of your cheek down to the soft skin of your neck. You moaned softly when he kept trailing his kisses around your neck, down towards your collarbone.
"Paul," you whispered, reaching your hand up to put in his hair.
"Mm," he groaned, the vibrations travelling across your skin. He paused his movements, and looked at your eyes.
"I'm a virgin," you said. Nervousness crept into your bones under his intent stare.
Paul felt light headed at the words for a number of reasons. One, you were considering having sex with him: the thought of that alone could give him a nosebleed. Two, no one had ever been with you that way. Three, he was hovering over you right now, and you were thinking about sex.
"Me too."
"What? But you're so..."
"Aggressive? Horny? Wolfy?"
"I was actually going to say hot." You smiled at him, your hands still holding his short hair.
"You think I'm hot?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
"You already knew that," you said, laughing.
"I was like fifteen when I phased for the first time," Paul said. "And I didn't trust myself. I trust myself now, and you are the only one I want."
You blushed. "We don't have to talk about it right now."
"Let's go to bed," he said. "And after we deal with Victoria we can talk about your unwavering lust for me."
"I don't really think that's what I said."
"Goodnight," he whispered, tucking himself close to you.
In the morning, Paul had both of your bags packed and coffee ready to go. He didn't want to wake you up after such an eventful night. You stretched as you made your way into the kitchen.
"Thought we'd just grab cereal today, honey." He walked over to you, looping an arm around your waist and swooping down to kiss you. You held his face in your hands, softly stroking your thumbs across his cheeks. When he pulled away, he had a beautiful smile on his lips.
"Are we grabbing all the perishables?" you asked, pulling away from him and opening the fridge. "I don't want to come home to a nasty fridge."
"Sit and eat and we'll grab it after," he said, putting his hands on your shoulders to guide you to the table. It was a beautiful day outside, the sun was shining through the kitchen window. It was probably cold, but with Paul by your side it wouldn't be too bad.
"You didn't have to pack my bags," you said, pouring the cereal and milk in a bowl. Paul slid in the chair beside you after finishing, whatever it was he was doing.
"I didn't want to wake you, but I have to be at Sam's before noon and I didn't wanna leave you alone here. It's not safe," he said, taking his turn with the cereal.
"I wish we'd gotten close at an easier time," you said, reaching over and grabbing Paul's hand. He held your stare, smiling sadly.
"I don't know that there ever would've been a normal time," he said. "But I'm still happy we did."
You smiled, turning to your food and releasing Paul's hand. "I know. I am too."
"Say the word and we'll pack up and go," Paul said, looking at your face. He was searching for answers, but it didn't feel like he'd asked a question.
"You already packed," you said, mouthful of cereal.
"No, I mean like... we can go anywhere. I'll quit, you'll quit. We can leave the vampires behind."
You gave him a small smile. "As lovely as it sounds, and I'll take you up on it one day maybe... but I don't think you'd ever get a good nights sleep again."
"If you're beside me, everything will be fine."
"No," you said, "I think you mean it, but I don't think you're right. What if someone gets hurt out there? Would you be able to sleep knowing you could've been there? It's one of the things I love about you," you said, touching his arm gently.
"But anytime you want to, all you have to do is tell me." He turned away from you, trying to hide the grin. While he wanted you to be far away from the fight and the Cullens, he couldn't help but smile when you said you loved him.
You on the other hand, were sitting in guilt and agony. You still hadn't told Paul about your boss, well, ex-boss. And the longer you waited, the more hurt he would be. But, you also knew he would probably fight the guy, and you didn't want that.
"Do you work today? I'll drive you," he said. You picked up both of your empty bowls, and starting washing them in the sink.
"I took some time off," you lied. You were ridden with guilt over the way it rolled off your tongue. But it was for the greater good. "I thought it'd be better if I just stayed with Emily."
"I didn't know that," he said, coming behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. He set his chin on your head, just holding you while you washed the few dishes. "Thanks honey. That takes a load off, I'm not gunna lie."
He kissed the top of your head, and grabbed the bowls off the dish rack to dry and put away. When you were done, you grabbed an empty box from the recycling to pack up the food you didn't want to go bad.
Paul thought he noticed something off about you, but didn't say anything. It would be easy to blame it on the situation.
"I'm gunna run everything to the truck," he said, grabbing the basket from you and kissing your head again. You stopped him, standing up on your toes to give him a kiss on the lips. He made a happy noise as you moved your lips against his. "I love you," he mumbled, in between breathy kisses.
"I love you," you said.
He threw a wink at you before he walked out the door, and you walked to the bedroom to get dressed.
Emily and Sam were more than welcoming. It was nice to be around such friendly people all the time. Apparently, Sam agreed that your house was too isolated. But once Victoria was dealt with, you'd be moving back.
You spent most of your days helping Emily in the kitchen and around the house. You'd grown really close with her and Kim, and it was really nice. It was nice that Paul helped you into his social circle, since he... you know, kinda ruined your high school career. But you pushed those thoughts out of your mind.
The more the days ran into each other, the harder it was to tell Paul the truth. But he was so tired all the time, and when he was with you, he wanted to cuddle and kiss, and he was just so friggin' cute.
On a Sunday afternoon, you two were in bed together. Sam was on patrol, and Emily was at the grocery store. And you two were finally alone, and Paul was painfully aware of that. He didn't want to rush you, he'd meant it when he said he would wait as long as you needed. If you decided you never wanted to, he wouldn't be any less fulfilled in life.
But on the other hand, you are so sexy and walk around in your underwear in front of him, sometimes without the shield of his shirt.
"I don't ever want to leave this bed," he said, pulling you in close. He breathed in your scent and shut his eyes. He was trying not to think about your leg that was resting on his thighs.
"Mm," you moaned, innocently wiggling against him. Now he was sure you were trying to kill him, but when he peeked at your face, he saw the sleepy look. "Maybe only to crawl back into our bed."
"I like when you call that place ours," he said, nestling his cheek against your hair. You were listening to his heart beat.
"You should bring all your stuff," you said. "Move in officially."
"Officially," he whispered. "I'm scared things are going too fast for you. Are you sure that's what you want, honey?"
"Honestly, I never want to fall asleep without you again."
"As long as you want me, I'll be here."
"I'm sorry I used to hate you," you whispered. The tense past was something you would do anything to change.
"I'm sorry I made you," Paul said, feeling the exact same way.
"I forgive you," you said, something you'd never said to him. And he felt his heart beating out of his chest. "I forgive you for all of it. I don't care anymore. I just love you."
"Awh, honey. I love you so much. I never thought I'd feel this way about anyone. I've never been this close with anyone. Someone so kind," he said, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Honest." Another kiss. "Sweet." Another kiss.
You sat up, the weight of the guilt was killing you. "My boss cornered me in his office and asked me to do inappropriate things so I quit!"
"What?" he asked, sitting up beside you. "What do you mean? He harassed you?"
"Yeah, kinda..."
"Not kinda, either he did or he didn't." Paul had never spoken so harshly to you before.
"He did," you said, "But I quit right after."
"Why didn't you tell me this? I could've helped you, I oughta go down there right now and show that guy what's up," Paul said, his irritation boiling under his skin. He took a look at you, sad and scared, and put his arms back around you. "I'm not mad at you."
"You should be," you said, tears falling from your eyes. You couldn't hold it in anymore. You felt like a bad partner. You felt like a bad person. "I meant to tell you when it first started but you were so stressed and I didn't want to make it worse, and then he cornered me so I quit but then I still didn't want to tell you because you were so tired and then..." Paul had to put his hand over your mouth to make you end your sentence.
"You think I should be mad at you," he said, and you nodded. "No baby, I'm mad that some jerk tried to hit on you. I'm mad that you felt that you couldn't come to me. And I'm mad that I've been so busy that I didn't realize what was going on. But I am not mad at you."
He wiped the tears off of your cheeks with his thumbs, and lovingly held your face. He didn't even notice that his anger completely melted away, you were the only thing on his mind.
"Paul," you said, voice so small under his stare. You pulled away from him and pulled your shirt off.
"Honey," he grumbled. "I want you so badly, but we shouldn't. Not when we were just talking about... uh..." He lost his train of thought when you unclasped your bra behind you. The straps fell loosely over your shoulders. "Baby," he said, his hand lingering close to your ribs.
"I trust you with my heart now," you said, letting the bra slide off your torso entirely. "But we can do this later, if you're not ready..."
"Huh?" he asked, staring at your chest. His thumb grazed over you newly exposed skin. "I love you."
You giggled, "I love you."
"Paul!" Sam shouted from the bottom of the stairs. "I need you down here for a second!"
"Oh, fuck me!"
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Surprise
Everyone was so nice about my first Dean fic, here’s a Sam one! Again, thanks in advance for any critiques or advice!!
Title: Surprise
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 4904
Summary: Mostly fluffy, a little smut, some angst when the reader realizes she’s late.
Warnings: One smutty bit--separated by spacing, some light swearing, oblique mention of abortion, pregnancy
gif by study-of-supernatural
Dean tossed his phone onto the car seat next to him. “That thing in Cleveland sounds like vamps for sure. So we’ll just drop you off at the bunker on the way.”
You looked quizzically at him in the rearview mirror. “Drop me off? No, I want to come.”
Dean flicked his eyes up to the mirror to make eye contact. “Well you obviously can’t go hunt vampires right now, so, sorry.” He turned the key in the ignition and threw the Impala in reverse. Before he could back out of the parking lot, Sam stopped him.
“Dude, what? She’s hunted vampires with us dozens of times.”
“I’m not taking you to a vampire nest when you’re, you know, parting the red seas,” Dean addressed his response to you in the rearview mirror rather than Sam. “Too dangerous.”
“Oh my god,” you said under your breath, stunned. “You did not just say that.”
Sam’s eyebrows had shot up to his hairline, his lips parted while he tried to find something to say. Dean looked over at him in an exaggerated “what?” grimace.
“Dean, it is so fucking weird for you to know that,” Sam insisted.
“No it’s not, she was talking about cramps when we were at Jody’s a few months ago, it’s not that hard to keep track of 4 week chunks,” Dean tried to justify.
“We are not talking about this, Jesus Christ!” you snapped, startling both brothers. They turned in their seats to look back at you. “And Dean, not that it’s any of your fucking business, but I am not on my period.”
“Wait, yeah you are,” he started, ignoring your glare and the awkward tension building in the car. “We were in Sioux Falls for fourth of July on a Wednesday, then that would mean 4 weeks later was the witch in Nebraska, and two days ago was Wednesday. So that’s another 4 weeks,”
“Dean!” Sam interrupted, his hands thrown up in frustration. “What the hell?!”
“Again, and I don’t know how much more I can emphasize this, it’s none of your concern at all, but I’m not on my period and I will be coming to Cleveland,” you responded, leaning back in your seat to indicate that you would not be discussing the matter further. Dean sat for a moment before rolling his eyes and backing up out of the parking lot, seemingly having given in.
After a few moments, the implications of Dean’s too-keen observation started to sink in. You had been on your period at Jody’s, because you remembered being thankful that you weren’t in a grown-up magical frat house and rather a normal home with some other women for it. Normally you loved living with Sam and Dean, but there was a certain kind of comfort and camaraderie that only other people with periods understood. And his math was right, that would’ve been 8 weeks two days ago. Had you been on your period during the witch hunt in Nebraska? Dammit, you couldn’t remember at all. As you often did when surprised with it during a job, you cursed the fact that you weren’t the kind of person who wrote something down on a calendar about your cycle.
You shifted in your seat, trying to calculate. Fuck. Why couldn’t you remember if you were on your period in Nebraska? 2 days late wasn’t that big of a deal, but if you were a month late… You watched Sam try to rub some tension out of his neck absentmindedly. Was he wondering the same thing you were?
This was not the time to be worried about it. You couldn’t figure out anything either way in the car—what were you going to do anyway, count the number of extra tampons you had in your bag?—and relatively soon you’d be in Cleveland. There would be opportunities to talk to Sam alone, to get to a drugstore, to figure this out. You took some deep, deliberate breaths. By your estimation, it would take about 7 hours to get to Cleveland. Curling up in the darkness of the backseat, you dozed fitfully until Dean woke you up to grab some food. Stressed but knowing that the boys would notice if you didn’t eat, you forced down the better part of a buffalo chicken sandwich and gratefully relinquished your fries to Dean. You couldn’t tell if Sam seemed nervous or just tired through dinner and knew better than to ask in front of Dean.
When you got back in the car, you offered Sam the backseat so he could stretch out and sleep. Singing along to Creedence Clearwater Revival with Dean helped take your mind off of the racing questions until finally the Impala pulled into a motel outside Cleveland. You grabbed a top sheet and pillow off of one bed to put on the couch as you usually did on the road with Sam and Dean, and were asleep by the time you slipped your boots off under the plasticized coffee table.
The next morning, you carefully slid Dean’s keys out of his jacket as it hung on a chair. Your hope was to be back before either of them woke up, and you knew you were pushing it. Sam and Dean had been asleep for a little under 4 hours, and you knew it would be miraculous if they stayed down for a 5 hour stretch. Gently catching the door behind you, you didn’t hear any movement on the other side and hoped for the best.
The first drugstore you found was a little mom-and-pop establishment with a very sweet looking woman in her mid 60’s behind the counter. She was eating what looked like a cruller and drinking coffee from a steaming ceramic mug while reading a magazine. You congratulated yourself silently for brushing your hair to look more presentable to her as you pushed three pregnancy tests across the counter. She brushed off her hands on a small white apron tied around her waist and smiled warmly as she rang up the tests.
“Sweetie, do you want a bag for these?” she asked.
“No, I, uh,” you stammered, realizing you were more nervous than you had convinced yourself you were on last night’s drive. She softly touched the back of your hand on the pregnancy tests and pointed down a little side hall next to the counter.
“Bathroom’s on the right,” she offered graciously. You nodded, taking the tests with you as you followed her directions. Unbuckling your jeans, you almost thought “I can’t remember the last time I took my pants off this fast,” chuckling aloud when you realized you absolutely could remember the last time your pants were taken off this fast. God, how stupid could you both have been? If your gut was right, that you had skipped your period in Nebraska, it meant your slipup with Sam at that bar in Montana was the likely culprit. Normally so careful both about making sure Dean wasn’t around to find out as well as protection, you were playing with fire that night. You had been stealing sultry glances at Sam for hours as Dean ripped through shots. Dean had found some bikers to play pool with, and you’d been brushing against Sam for longer than you needed to every time you snuck by the table for another round. The guys were fun and loud, and made the three of you feel at home. Dean was in the middle of being convinced to sing karaoke when you reapplied your lip gloss slowly with Sam’s eyes on you, and Dean was too caught up with the start of both another round of whiskey and a new game when you had told Sam you were headed to the powder room.
He had given you about a 2 minute head start before slamming open the door of the bathroom, crashing into you as a long arm cracked the lock into place. Sam, normally sweet and gentle Sam, had reacted to your teasing him all night exactly the way you wanted to, the heat and urgency and need searing through him as he tore at your belt buckle and you at his. He gathered a handful of hair at the base of your neck as he kissed you deeply and nipped at your bottom lip. You groaned as he moved down your neck, his hot breath sending electrifying chills down your spine. Suddenly his other hand was under your thigh, and he pulled you up to sit atop the old porcelain sink. Your jeans held on to your right leg for dear life as you tried to yank free of them, ultimately getting only your left out before Sam’s impatience got the better of him and he left your mouth to drag his tongue, long and languid, across your clit. When you gasped, he pulled firmly on the handful of hair he still had, arching your back into the mirror behind you.
You hadn’t even thought for a split second of the consequences when you had pulled him into you on that sink. All that had mattered for those fervent salty minutes was the rhythm of Sam pounding you into the bathroom wall, hearing the creak of the sink ache underneath you, feeling the throbbing of yourself around him, the shiver you felt in his arms when you licked at his neck and earlobes. When he finished, sticky and hot on your stomach and inner thigh, you had cleaned up as fast as you could before getting your clothes back on, checking both of yourselves in the mirror for evidence before leaving one at a time to rejoin Dean and your new friends. You remembered the way you had ached so good in the days following, the way Sam blushed the next day when you winked at him over pancakes.
In a way it felt poetic, to be once again in a strange bathroom. You lined up the tests next to the sink as you washed your hands, begging for time to move more quickly. One by one their results developed in cloudy blue words.
Pregnant
Fuck.
By the grace of God, Sam and Dean appeared to still be asleep by the time you got back to the motel room. You slipped Dean’s keys back into his jacket pocket and took off your boots, lying back down on the couch to pantomime sleep as you tried to figure out your next move. Sam roused first, and you jumped on the opportunity to talk before he got to the shower, startling him as he walked by the couch to get to the bathroom.
“Sam, can I talk to you?” you whispered.
He jolted before closing his eyes hard. “Yeah, of course. Sorry, you scared me,” he responded, his voice rough with sleep. “Two seconds, ok?”
“Yeah sure. I’ll be outside,” you said, shoving your feet into your boots and heading for the small cast iron bench outside the motel room. Sam came out a few minutes later, smelling of toothpaste and looking like he had raked his fingers through the worst of his bedhead tangles. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in.
“What’s going on?” He looked concerned, and you realized you probably weren’t keeping the worry off of your face as well as you would’ve hoped.
You took another deep breath, trying to keep your voice level as you responded. “So, Dean being a creep yesterday got me nervous, because I think he might be right,” you started. Sam’s earnest eyes encouraged you to keep going. “In that I’m supposed to be on my period right now. And I should’ve been on my period in Nebraska. But I’m not now, and I wasn’t—” Sam finally made the realization you were leading him to, his eyes widening as he held your gaze. “—in Nebraska, so I took a test, really three tests, and I think I’m pregnant,” you finished, the words tumbling out of your mouth like an avalanche furtively mumbled outside the Ohio hotel room. “And I, uh, you’re obviously the only person I’ve been with, so I thought you should know.”
Your voice cracked on the last words, and you bit your lip to hold back the involuntary tears. Sam took your shoulders in each hand and looked into your eyes. “Hey. Hey, okay, look at me. Everything’s okay.” He pulled you into a firm hug, his ropey muscles around your shoulders and back feeling like an anchor in a storm. You stayed like that for a few minutes, trying to breathe smoothly around the lump in your throat threatening to burst while Sam gripped you tightly. When you shifted your weight, he let go and left a stabilizing hand on your lower back for a moment. You and Sam sat on the bench side by side staring out at the half-full parking lot in the morning dew.
Sam cleared his throat. “What do you want to do?” he asked softly. You were worried if you looked at him you’d start crying, so you kept your eyes locked on the asphalt.
“I don’t know, I guess. Hadn’t really thought that far,” you said honestly. “I mean, how many pregnant hunters do you know?” You finally looked over at Sam when he didn’t respond. His brows were knitted together as he looked at his hands in his lap.
“Not very many, I guess,” he mumbled, barely audible. He straightened his spine and set his jaw. “If that’s what you want to do, I totally get it. I’m here no matter what you decide.”
“Well, what would you do?”
“It’s not my call.”
“Sam, I’m asking because I want to know. What would you decide?”
“I’d give it a shot,” he said, firmly but quietly. “I think we could do it.”
You let his answer hang in the air for a moment. “Are you sure?”
Sam chuckled, looking back down at his hands before meeting your eyes. “Pretty sure.” He smiled, a small and self-conscious smile that made him look more unsure of himself than you’d ever seen him. When you smiled back at him, a tear slipped past your eyelashes. You wiped it away furtively as you began to laugh. Then Sam was laughing with you, his own eyes wet and bright. For the first time since you were in the car yesterday, you didn’t feel like you were racing and clawing to stay afloat. It felt like maybe things would be okay.
You heard a creak and saw Dean’s head poking out of the motel door. His hair was unkempt and the neck of his t-shirt was stretched out; he’d clearly just woken up. He squinted a puffy eye at you both. “What’re you guys doing out here?”
You gasped for breath in between your hysterical giggling. “I’m pregnant,” you managed to squeak out.
Dean’s head kicked back into his neck as he opened his eyes wide. “This feels like a conversation I should have pants on for.”
“So you’ve got a bun in the oven,” Dean said, pouring syrup over a short stack at a nearby diner. “Is this a moment for congratulations?” He squinted at you, carefully trying to keep his expression neutral.
“Um, yeah, I think so,” you said shyly. Eggs had seemed like a good idea when the waitress came over, but now the idea of putting them in your mouth was too much. Dean seemed to read your mind, rolling his eyes and forking a pancake onto your plate.
“Who’s the baby daddy? Should I be calling Springer?” Dean smiled slyly. Sam was notably quiet, looking down at his omelet like it had all the secrets of the Rosetta Stone.
“Shut up,” you said, grimacing at him. “Between the two of us, I think you know who should be more scared about a random baby coming into the picture.”
“Fair enough, I yield,” Dean chuckled. “Seriously though, who’s big papa?” Dean took a comically large bite of sausage, and you waited a beat to make sure he wasn’t about to choke.
“Sam.”
Dean coughed and sputtered around the bite of sausage, snatching his coffee to help him swallow. He bared his teeth when he realized how hot it was and pounded a closed fist on his chest. “Good one, jackass. Seriously, who is it? Maybe that detective from Sioux Falls who’s always getting you coffee cake when we’re there?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
You shot a look over to Sam, who clenched and unclenched his jaw before looking up at Dean. As was often true, they were communicating with their eyes in a way you couldn’t understand. Sam raised his eyebrows slightly, and Dean closed his eyes very deliberately before putting his fork down and steepling his fingers on the table. “You guys have got to be fucking kidding me,” he muttered under his breath. He opened his eyes after a long moment and sucked on his teeth. “Start talking,” he growled.
“We’ve been, you know, uh, spending a lot of time together—” Sam started before Dean waved a dismissive hand in the air.
“How long?” Dean asked, still steely.
Sam gulped hard and pursed his lips. “Like 7, 8 months?” He looked to you for confirmation and you nodded slightly.
Dean’s nostrils flared and he bit his bottom lip. “Eight goddamn months, Sam? Are you kidding me?” You tried to meet Sam’s eyes but he was avoiding Dean by looking out the diner window. “Sam!” Dean barked. You watched an older woman a few tables away look over at your table and threw a weak wave her way to apologize for the noise.
Sam finally turned to look at Dean. “Dean, I don’t know what you want me to say. Yes, eight months. I’m sorry we didn’t tell you, it just didn’t seem like the right time and then a lot of time had passed, and—”
“—it didn’t change anything so there wasn’t really any point to talking about it,” you finished. Sam gave you a tight smile to indicate his thanks.
Dean looked from you to Sam and back before picking his fork back up and stabbing another piece of sausage a little harder than necessary. The fork scraped against the plate unpleasantly. He raised it to his mouth before reconsidering, letting it clatter to the plate. “Sam, I asked you like five times if there was something going on and you said no every single time. What the hell, man?”
You leaned back in the booth and watched as Sam chewed his lip nervously. On some level, you were glad it seemed like Dean wasn’t as mad at you as Sam, but you felt guilty both for not having told Dean and that Sam was incurring his wrath alone. Sam let his head loll back on his neck.
“Well?” Dean repeated. You could sense now the note of sadness in his voice peeking out between the waves of anger. Sam still didn’t meet Dean’s eyes.
“I, uh, I don’t know,” he finally answered softly.
After a long stare, Dean finally went back to eating. You and Sam followed, and the three of you ate silently for a few minutes.
“You’re keeping it, then?” Dean asked, his voice low and raspy as he kept eating.
You finished your bite and took a sip of orange juice before answering, hoping this meant Dean had processed some of his anger. “I think so. I just found out this morning so it’s all happening kind of fast. Sam said he wants to try.” A smile crept onto your face involuntarily as you looked over at him.
“You cannot just try with a fucking kid, did you two get dropped on your heads? You’re going to what, put a play pen in the dungeon of the bunker we live in? Do you hear yourselves?”
You winced. “Dean, I don’t know, okay? You’re right. I don’t know. I don’t think Sam does either. I’m just trying really hard not to freak the fuck out right now, and I gotta be honest: you’re not helping.” You reached out to squeeze his hand. Dean allowed it but didn’t squeeze back. “Please. I don’t know what to do.”
Dean’s face fell and he rubbed a quick circle in the back of your hand before pulling away to stroke his face. He looked so tired suddenly. “Are you guys leaving now then?”
Your eyebrows and Sam’s communicated your confusion. “No one’s leaving. There’s still a job here, regardless of whatever soap opera bullshit we have going on,” you said.
“Get real, like either of us is going to be able to focus on a hunt if we know you’re cracking necks pregnant.” Dean scoffed.
“Okay, then she can stay in the motel and we can talk about this more back at the bunker,” Sam offered, ever the peacemaker. You glared at him but he specifically avoided meeting your gaze, knowing you’d be frustrated at this plan.
“I’m done talking about this right now,” Dean said abruptly, yanking his wallet out of his pocket and throwing far more money on the table than the bill would’ve cost. He started toward the door, leaving you and Sam to run after him or risk being left.
The car ride was silent and tense. When you got back to the motel, Sam and Dean stayed in the car as you got out alone.
“We’ll probably only be a couple hours, just to the morgue and back. See you soon?” Sam asked.
“Not really a ton of places I could go with no car,” you responded.
“I’m sure you could figure something out,” Sam chuckled. You saw Dean’s hand tighten on the steering wheel until his knuckles were white.
“Dean, is your suit in the trunk or do you want me to grab it?” you asked, trying to offer an olive branch.
“Trunk,” he said curtly. Sam made an apologetic face and waved as they pulled away.
With the motel in the rearview mirror, Dean’s fist shot out to dead-arm Sam. “Are you fucking stupid? You’re so fucking stupid!” he grunted in between punches.
Sam tried his best to block Dean, very aware of the road in front of them. “Dean. DEAN! Stop hitting me, alright? Jesus Christ, I get it!” Dean finally stopped and Sam rubbed his sore arm. “God, Dean, I’m sorry, ok? I should’ve been more careful and I should’ve told you.”
“God, Sam, what were you thinking?” Dean slammed a palm into the steering wheel. “I mean, this has got to be your last job then,” he said, resolute.
“What? No! I can still be a hunter if she’s pregnant. Plenty of hunters have kids,” Sam snapped.
“Yeah, like Dad? Jo’s dad? How’d that work out for them? Wake up, Sam. At best you leave her alone raising a kid with no dad, and at worst they both get killed from some crap you get caught up in. If you go straight, get a day job, some house somewhere, maybe you have a shot at keeping everyone alive.”
“She’s a hunter too, she knows how hard it’s going to be, okay? We’re going to figure it out,” Sam answered.
“Yeah, you both keep saying that, don’t you? So start figuring it out then, dumbass. Tell me your groundbreaking plan to keep a target on your ass ganking demons and monsters with a baby Björn on.” He looked at Sam condescendingly. “I’m listening, Sammy. Turn on that genius brain of yours and lay it on me.”
“Enough.” Sam said firmly. “What do you want me to do then, Dean? I can’t exactly take it back, and it’s not like I could force her to do anything even if I wanted to, so tell me what you think I should do!” Sam’s voice rose, the fear coming to the surface.
The tension hung in the air like a curtain for a long minute.
Finally, Dean slammed the steering wheel again. “Son of a bitch,” he said emphatically. “Okay. You’re right. We’ve got to figure out what you’re going to do.” He took a deep breath and pushed it out forcefully.
Sam’s shoulders relaxed noticeably at Dean’s change in tone. “Thank you,” he said in a low voice.
“Man, eight months? I must be pretty stupid,” Dean laughed, still somewhat angrily.
Sam realized Dean was trying to lighten the mood and decided to let him have it, despite his bruised feelings. “There were a few times when I thought for sure you knew, to be honest.”
“Oh yeah? Like when?”
“Remember when, ah, you came home early from that Die Hard thing?”
“Drive in double feature that got rained out, hell yeah. I was pissed.”
“And when you got back to the bunker the kitchen was a mess and she said she was making like, cupcakes or something?”
Dean’s eyes widened. “Dude, the kitchen? You’re a dog.” He smiled slyly at Sam, who laughed. The mood in the car was lifting like a low cloud after a bit of afternoon sun, and both of them relaxed into themselves for a few minutes of road.
Dean cleared his throat. “Do you love her?”
Sam turned to Dean, locking him in his gaze. “I do, yeah,” he said, softly and earnestly.
Dean thumped a big hand on Sam’s back. “Then congrats, baby bro. Look at you, all grown up. If I’m being honest, I thought I was going to be the one who finally got the girl.”
“Wait, Dean, if you have feelings for h—” Sam started.
“No, nah, not now. It’s been years, she’s like a sister to me. Yesterday I would’ve said she’s like a sister to us,” Dean chuckled. “But she’s obviously a gorgeous girl, tough, smart like that? I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it when she first started staying with us.” He squeezed Sam’s shoulder. “She’s going to be a good mom, Sammy.”
“I think so too.”
In the motel room, you tried hard to focus on whatever Alaskan logging show was on but failed. Dean was right, this whole situation was overwhelming. The moments of hope you had sitting on that bench with Sam seemed lightyears away.
A few hours later the boys finally walked through the motel door in their suits. Their expressions were unreadable, and Dean had a paper bag presumably of evidence in his hand that he set down on the small kitchenette table. Sam walked over to a bed, loosening his tie and taking off his jacket as he went. Dean mirrored the motion as he sat down at the table. It was always obvious they were brothers, but these small moments of such strong resemblance tickled you, even despite the circumstances.
“How’d it go?” you asked, trying to keep your voice light as to not reveal the time you’d spent pacing and panicking while they were gone.
“Seems pretty open and shut, we’re going to hit them tomorrow morning. Apparently they usually close down the tiki bar and then crash for a few hours before hitting the third shifter joints,” Sam said calmly, patting the bed next to him for you to sit down. You complied.
“You deserve an apology,” Dean began. You tried to keep the surprise off your face so as not to discourage him from continuing. “I wouldn’t have lied about it for the better part of a damn year, but if you guys are happy and everything, I can hardly judge about a slip up. Mistakes happen.” He let out a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. “So, I’m sorry. And I know normally you’d like a nice peaty Irish whiskey, but I figured under the circumstances this was more appropriate,” Dean reached into the paper bag on the table and pulled out a fluffy white cake with big pink, blue, and yellow frosting roses. In graceful, elegant script along the top, it said,
“Sorry Sam didn’t pull out!”
You blushed and laughed out loud, reaching over to lightly slap Dean’s arm. “How much did you have to pay them to put that on it?”
“Oh, they do the writing for free,” he grinned devilishly. “Want a slice?”
“Sure,” you said, thinking a piece of cake at 10 am couldn’t be any weirder than this day already was. Dean got up to look through the cabinets for the cheap silverware and Corelle plates that seemed standard issue for motels like this.
You turned to Sam. “What’re we going to do? I mean, it’s not like we can take a baby with us on the road, no offense, and to be honest I don’t know that I want to stop living this life. And I definitely don’t want to leave Dean, or the bunker, or—” Sam stopped you by lacing his fingers through yours.
“We’ve figured out way more complicated problems than this. We’re going to make it work. If that means babyproofing the bunker or living in a duplex with Dean or driving around the country in a big RV, then that’s what we’ll do. Believe me, I’m scared as hell too. But there is no one I would rather bring someone into this world with. I love you.”
“Thanks, Bridget Jones’ Diary,” Dean said, exaggeratedly rolling his eyes while you rubbed the beginnings of tears out of yours. “Sam, how big do you want your piece?”
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Love and Monopoly
Love and Monopoly
Milton Greasley x Reader,
Fandom: TVDU/Legacies
Dialogue Prompts: “Try focusing more on your life and less on mine!” and "You make me feel like I'm not good enough."
Fun Take on Angsty Prompts
Warning: Cursing, Drinking, Kissing, Necking, Mentions of food, brief mentions of blood (bunny blood for vamps), Monopoly
A/N: Someone please open my messages and give me a crash course on how to write a makeout scene I can’t do it, OMFH ಥ‿ಥ
Word Count: 2760
You and Milton Greasley had been dating for 5 years.
You met during your shared time together at Salvatore Boarding School. You were a witch who helped MG calm down whenever he went into a ripper mode. You had used spells to lower his bloodlust. You even made the bunny blood that the school had fed vampires taste as close to human blood as you could without triggering a negative response.
After you all graduated, The Super Squad all rented a house in Mystic Falls, and you were all roommates. The house had 5 bedrooms, one for you and MG, one for Lizzie, one for Josie, one for Hope, and one for Kaleb. However, since Josie and Hope began dating, they had moved into the tribrid's room, so now the empty space was more of a game room. There were board games and consoles in the closet, a pool table, and a regular round glass table surrounded by armchairs where you all could sit and play games.
Tonight was your bi-weekly game night, and you all had decided to play monopoly. Though it was a unanimous decision, you knew it could take days to finish. You were all very competitive, and none of you would go down without a fight. This is why, to finish faster, you decided to have a team game of monopoly.
On the day of, everyone had started going shopping for the concessions for the event. Trays of assorted cookies, hors-doeuvres, sandwich platters, as well as multiple different fruit juices were bought and set on a foldable table in the game room.
As you were setting and arranging everything on the table, your wonderful boyfriend came around to help you.
"Don't worry, love, I got it," you chuckled. "I am much capable of setting a party table on my own."
"C'mon, you make me feel like I'm not good enough to do simple things, babe," he laughed with you, though his words triggered something in your brain.
"Oh yeah?" you quipped. "These are some pictures from the last time you set the table for dinner…"
In the photo, the table linen was frowned up, the forks were out of place, some placements didn't even have certain utensils. The plates were pushed to the center, chairs closer to the edge than the food was.
"Oh..." he giggled lifelessly.
"Now you see why you don't use super speed to set up something like that?"
"I mean, I don't think it's the super speed, darling. I was simply being blinded by your beauty that day."
Your laugh thundered in the room. "Go away MG, I'm not letting you win today!"
"Aw dammit! Alright, love, I'll let you get back to your project," he stated before he walked out of the room.
--Meanwhile--
"Jo?"
"Yeah, Hope?"
The Saltzman twin had been brushing her hair in the mirror, getting ready for the game night later.
"You look gorgeous, so stop taking out every strand of your hair with this damn brush," Hope stated before yanking the brush out of the younger girls' hand.
Josie embraced Hope in a warm hug. "Thanks, Hope."
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"Alright, everyone. Welcome to 'The Super Squad Bi-Weekly Game Night.' I'm your host, Y/N L/N, and you're watching Disney Channel." All of the friends burst out laughing. "Tough crowd, I see I see. Well, let's move on with the game, shall we?"
"First up introducing, He's the founder, he's the mediator, He is… MILTON GREASLEY!!"
They all clapped and cheered for MG before you moved on.
"Next up, She's the brain, she's the brawn. She is the tribrid, and she's got it going on, Hope Mikaelson!!"
Whoops and cheers echoed throughout the room.
You continued through all of your friends.
"The realistic, the cynic, the man with raps for days… Kaleb Hawkins!!"
"The sweet, the kind, but she can fuck up your mind, Josie Salvatore!!"
"She's sarcastic, totally bombastic, Lizzie Saltzman everybody!!"
"And ME! Could you tell I was trying to sound like those game show hosts everybody? No? Well, I was. Anyways young ones-" You wore a giant grin to emphasize the corniness of what you were saying before continuing.
"Alright, I'm dropping the act. It's too hard, jeez!" They all laughed at your antics. "I hope you guys are laughing with me and not at me."
You explained the rules for the game of teams.
“Here’s the way it goes, each player has the same amount of money they would have in a regular game of monopoly. However, every team only has one token, teams must make agreements on all purchases, trades, and decisions. Teams must take turns rolling the dice, and one team member must always be present at the board.”
“Alright.”
“Sounds easy”
“Let’s play!”
You stared at them dumbfounded. “I memorized and recited all that without stumbling on my words, and all I get is ‘sounds easy’?”
MG stood to comfort you.
“It’s alright, love,” he said, rubbing your shoulders lightly before pulling away. You scoffed.
“Alright then, let’s play. In this hat, I have slips of paper with all of your names, but first, in this bucket are sticks with numbers that will determine the order of selection. Step forward.”
They all stepped forward and grasped the popsicle sticks prior to stepping away from the bucket.
"Who has number 1?"
"Oh, I do!" Lizzie stepped forward and drew a slip of paper from the hat.
"Kaleb"
She and Kaleb sat back down at the table.
"Number 2?"
Hope stepped forward.
"MG"
They also went to go sit down beside Lizzie and Kaleb.
"That leaves me and you, Jo," you stated happily. Jo and yourself had one of the best team duos. In school, you two would be partnered up for projects often. With that experience of communication, you were sure to win.
You joined the rest of your friends at the table. Lizzie and Kaleb named their team, Team Siphon Vamp. Hope and MG had been Team 3 in 2, and you and Josie were the 'Twitches from two different misuses.'
"Alright, before the token selection, I must announce the prize of the game.
"The winners of the game will receive a dish duty pass for the rest of the week." Cheers louder than before erupted in the room.
"Lettuce commence!" The silence in the room was lethally quiet, and you could quite literally hear crickets. "Get it? Because lettuce sounds like let us?"
"It's ok, babe, let's just play," MG said before pulling you down. You grumped before deciding with Josie on the Penguin. Hope and MG had picked the dog, and Lizzie and Kaleb had chosen the dinosaur.
You, acting as the banker, dished out the money to all the players, and you commenced the game.
Lizzie and Kaleb went first. Lizzie rolled the dice, rolled 7, and landed on a chance card, which told her to advance to the nearest railroad, and they bought it. Hope and MG went next.
MG rolled a 5 and landed directly on Team Siphon Vamp's freshly purchased railroad, M100 out of their pocket already.
"Ooooh… MG…. Honey, you're losing money faster than you did when that PS5 came out, babe."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, ok! I'm still gonna kick your ass!"
You were taunting him. "You sure about that, love?"
"Yep!"
"You didn't even try to "kick my ass" last night, darling," you smirked.
Oohs erupted from your friends, and it was evident you knocked his ego down a peg.
At last, it was your team's turn. You and Josie each took one die in your hands and rolled it. You had landed a 6 and a 4, which landed you a visit to jail.
"Look who's losing now! You're literally in jail, babe," Hope teased Josie.
"Oh, whatever. Focus more on your lives-"
"-And less on ours!" your duo quipped.
Lizzie protested to this. "Hey hey hey!! That is my twin! Only I get to finish her sentences!"
You all laughed at this but continued your game.
Almost 15 rounds later, and everyone had a fair standing in the game.
Team Siphon Vamp had had 2 monopolies, on the railroads and on the pink properties.
Hope and MG had 3 already, the dark blue properties, the brown, and utilities. They also had 2 greens cards, the other being in the hands of you and Josie, as well as 1 red card that was being aimed for by you and Josie, who had the other 2 properties.
You guys also had monopolies on the yellow and orange properties. If you got the red card of Kentucky Avenue, you would be unstoppable.
"Baby," you called out.
"Yes, love?"
"I'll give you the other green for the red," you and Josie smiled.
"That's not fair babe, you'll own the corner," he protested.
"But the green is worth more. Please?" you pleaded, giving him puppy dog eyes.
Before he could utter another word, Josie spoke.
"We'll give you M100, and your first landing on any one of our properties will be free of rent."
Hope spoke up. "Sounds good to me!"
"Hell no! You're gonna have to do something way better than that before you fool this genius."
You whined.
"Fine, I'll give you one of my signatures back walks," you leveraged, knowing full well he couldn't resist. "C'mon, baby, I know how much your back has been hurting."
He agreed reluctantly. "Fine, but it better be worth it!"
Team Twitches cheered.
"Wait, what about us! We'll be demolished, you selfish weirdos." This was true. Lizzie and Kaleb were low on cash, they had rushed too fast to place houses, and now they were paying the price.
"Tough luck!" Hope and Josie chorused.
Soon, it had been as you all thought. Kaleb and Lizzie were in debt to Hope and MG. They had landed on Boardwalk Avenue, and it had 3 hotels on it, so they owed them M6000, M6000 they did not have.
Soon, they ended up relinquishing all their properties back to the bank for auction to pay off Hope and MG, gave them the rest of their money, and had to leave the game.
With 2 full monopolies from Lizzie and Kaleb, along with the last green property they needed, they had successfully turned the game around. Now it was Josie and you who were losing.
You all decided at this point to split the teams. Each team dividing both the cash and the monopolies equally, and two more pieces were added to the board, on the same spots as their former teammates, and you resumed.
Josie was soon knocked out due to MG within 5 rounds, and Hope was quick to crumble under your might, two turn-loops after that. They joined Lizzie and Kaleb at the pool table. They were now drinking beers since they no longer needed to be sober.
Soon it was just you and MG left in the game.
MG leaned forward closer to you while you were deciding what to do with your turn.
"You know what you could do, darling?" He whispered provocatively in your ear. "Give in."
You pushed him away. You were not going to lose to MG and his self-righteous ego that night.
"Shut up."
"Give in, baby. I know you want to."
"Shut up, Milton."
"Hey, Hey, Hey!" He yelled. "No need to get hostile!"
You decided you hadn't wanted to place any more houses, well, you couldn't at the moment. You rolled the dice but were in for a bitter-sweet realization.
You had been ready to pay an M100 luxury tax fee before you realized you landed on Boardwalk, one of the monopolies Hope had let MG keep in the split. MG had only since put 2 more hotels on it, and the price was now M10,000
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!"
Soon, your friends rushed over to where you two sat and began cackling, all except Josie, who was still hoping her former teammate would avenge her.
"Babe.."
You began selling your hotels and houses back to the bank, but it still wasn't enough. You sold your properties and gave the rest of your money to MG, but you still owed a few hundred Monopoly dollars.
"Fuck!"
He kissed your cheek, much to your dismay, and happily accepted his victory.
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It had been almost 2 weeks, and you were still giving MG the silent treatment. He had been gloating about his win for the entire night, and you were livid.
You knew he didn't deserve it, but you didn't think you deserved to lose either.
You were staring at the ceiling. You had just woken up, and MG wasn't beside you.
You had hated those moments. No matter how mad you were at MG, you hated when you woke up, and he wasn't beside you.
After all, you guys had been through so much, and you were always worried that he would die abruptly and leave you. Even after the threat was over, you still felt this way.
After a few minutes, MG had come into the room, Kaleb at his side. Kaleb looked bored, and his face said all you needed to know... he didn't want to be there.
He was carrying a pot of pink hydrangeas in one hand and a pot of coffee in the other. He placed both on the nightstand beside you, disappearing for a short while, before coming back with a giant fruit bouquet in his hands. He set it on the nightstand as well before exiting the room and closing the door.
MG had carried a platter of all your favorite foods. Eggs, just the way you liked them, pancakes, hash browns, and your favorite flavor of yogurt. He had also gone ahead and made a smoothie bowl with your favorite fruits. Berries and banana chips littered the surface of it.
He placed the platter on the portable desk you had in your room for breakfast and bed and set it down, just above your lap. He then went to the mini-fridge in your room and got all the ingredients he needed to make your coffee just the way you liked it as well as a glass to pour it in.
"I'm sorry for bragging," he apologized. "I know how much you like to win, and it was very insensitive of me." He looked like he wanted to laugh at how ridiculous the reason he was apologizing for was. You turned your eyes away from him and the delicious breakfast he made.
"But baby, I miss you."
He walked over to you. "Please talk to me!"
He started trailing kisses on your forehead, down to your neck, resisting the urge to sink his teeth inside, something you had taught him. He knew exactly how to make you forgive him, and he was using every technique he had learned over the years.
"Please?" He whined, and you could see his pouty eyes without looking.
He sucked on your collarbone for a while and left a dark mark. Then he moved to the sensitive spot under your ear.
You moaned slightly, but he could hear it, even without his vampire hearing.
He pulled away, causing you to frown and whine.
"MG…" you complained. "That's not fair."
"So you're talking to me now?"
You looked away, you had slipped up, but you told yourself that would be the last time.
You simply ignored him and started to eat your breakfast.
He walked back towards you and began nibbling on your ear. You threw your head back in pleasure.
"Look at me, darling."
He reached his nimble fingers out to your face and trapped your chin between his thumb and forefinger.
"I said I'm sorry, and I really, really miss my girlfriend. I made you a nice breakfast, and I've let you pick the movie every night since monopoly. What more do you want?"
You moved the tray of food to the side of you and stared at him indignantly.
"I wanted my boyfriend to not be an egotistical asshole. I thought I was dating MG the vampire, not Jed the werewolf."
"I'm sorry... What can I do to make it up to you, love?"
"Let me out of that back walk favor?"
He scrunched up his face in horror. "That was part of our deal."
"Technically, you're not even supposed to be able to make outside game deals in monopoly, so you could let me out if you wanted to."
"Fine."
"Yay! Those hurt. They're so energy draining."
"Can I kiss you?"
"Yes, you can," you smiled.
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Imagine if Alucard‘s heart beats loudly only for you.
A/N: WARNING!! This be long!!
Alright, I think it’s safe to say that we all agree that Alucard effin’ deserved better in S3, dammit. I don’t know what the writers were thinking, but if they aimed to place him on his dad’s path, there were better ways to do it. Just saying. Here’s some fluff to give our boy the love he needs.
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Alucard has been awake for some time now, his golden eyes gaze upon the serene look on your face as you slept. He wore a look of longing and adoration as his fingers brush gently across your skin, caressing your back in long strokes. The sensation of his touch stirred you pleasantly in your sleep and you released a familiar and satisfied sigh. The sound made the dhampir’s heart swell along with his ego. Gently, he pulls you further into his embrace with the intent to feel your soothing heartbeat against his chest and allow your warmth to envelop him.
As if out of instinct, you wrap your arms around his slender waist and angle your head to slightly face him. Your ear presses against his chest and he watches you smile at the sound of his heart. Beating only for you.
In that moment, Alucard was in awe. There were very few moments where he had ever felt his own heart pulse within. Although he is half-vampire and therefore possesses a biology that functions differently from humans, that mortal side of him kept his beat faint, even almost non-existent. His father, an age-defining genius, argued that a beating heart has no function within an immortal. His mother, on the other hand, claims that it was his body’s way of telling him that it yearns still for a warmth that only human life can give. Of course, there was a scientific explanation for it; however, his mother, a doctor, an individual of medicine and science, suggests that the secret behind her son’s heartbeats stems from a hidden desire for something...romantic. One that defies rational reason. After nearly choking on his wine listening to her outlandish implication, Alucard outwardly denied such a theory to which she chuckled off humorously along with his father. Despite how the he felt, the idea was firmly planted within Alucard’s mind. It certainly puzzled him, but in time he did not care to waste any further thoughts to understand it then. Until he met you.
After his parents were gone from this world, you stumbled into his life. Or rather, you had picked a fight right outside his castle. He was mourning for both his mother and father, missing the company of his friends Trevor and Sypha, and was slowly slipping into the madness of loneliness and depression until his acute hearing picked up the clashing of swords at his front door. He wasted no time in checking out the commotion, wary that his domain may be under attack and saw you fighting what appears to be two foreign warriors. You seemed to hold your own rather well, but Alucard did not dwell on this and instead shouted at you three to cease your battle.
He demanded an explanation with teeth bared, clearly angered to have his peace disturbed. You were the first to speak up, claimed the two you cross blades with were vampire hunters trying to pass themselves off as hapless travelers in search for training and guidance. You added that, in reality, they take advantage of the hosts who accommodate them and kill them for their own gain. The foreigners denied the accusations and called you a petty highwayman, trying to kill them and take their belongings, fabricating stories with a silver tongue to sway favor.
Alucard looked back and forth between the two parties. He didn’t know who to trust. If it was in his nature, he would have killed you all and get back to wallowing. But he is not that kind of man. The foreigners appeared sincere, a brother-sister pair wandering the world with wide-eyes in pursuit of a greater purpose. Meanwhile, there was you. You, he honestly could not place. But there was something about you that drew him in, and while your story compared to the foreigners seemed incredibly outlandish, he could not find it within himself to immediately conclude that you were lying. You were a curious thing to him.
Alucard somehow felt responsible for the ordeal and thus the burden of resolving it fell on him. He offered the ultimatum, leave or die. It was such a simple plan that could easily unravel the true intentions you and the two foreigners held. And like a fish on a hook, the bait was taken. The foreigners apparently thought they no longer needed to uphold their charade and moved to strike down both you and him with bow and sword raised.
A stupid mistake. And as quickly as they moved, Alucard was faster. With a single thought, his blade answered the unspoken call. A swing, and two bodies fell to the ground with their throats slit. He did not even bother to watch the two foreigners bleed out as he noticed you collapse to your knees. Without showing any reservation, and on pure instinct, he lifts you into his arms and carried you inside his castle towards his mother and father’s laboratory.
He placed you atop one of the cushioned seats and analyzed your injuries. Several cuts and gashes here and there, but nothing severe and you were visibly exhausted. Apparently you were fighting for an extended period of time. Even though Alucard defeated them with ease, you did not have the same combative advantages. He noted first a particularly nasty gash atop your forehead to which he then swiftly proceeded to clean and apply salve on much to your protest.
“It is not as bad as it looks,” you said with a wince.
He ignored you, “When you stop bleeding, I’ll take your word for it.”
You released an indignant huff, but otherwise allowed him to do his work. He felt you watch him from the corner of your eye and wondered then what you were thinking. After a moment of silence, you relaxed before letting out a meek “thank you.”
“It is nothing,” shrugged the dhampir. There was another shortlived pause before curiosity got the best of him. “How did you know of their true nature?” He already had an idea, but wanted to ask regardless if not to have a better understanding of you.
With a deep breath, you regaled your tale. Apparently, the foreigners were taken in by your kin, admitting that they seemed a good, friendly pair of lost travelers just trying to find a place to belong. But one day under the cover of night, they hid away into your kin’s sleeping quarters, seduced them, and slew them before taking off with their valuables. The next day, you returned from the market in time for one of your loved ones to reveal all of this to you before dying in your arms. When you had finished, Alucard could see that tears threatened to spill from your eyes but you managed to restrain through sheer will. He knew you did not want him to see your pain, it was a sentiment he was all too familiar with.
The dhampir spoke before he could stop himself, “Forgive me.”
You shook your head. “It is not your fault, nor was it your burden to bear. I did not want other poor souls to suffer the same fate. Which is why I had to find them and punish them for their crimes before they had the chance to strike again.”
“It seems I am lucky, then. You have my utmost gratitude for coming to my aid.”
“Ha,” you huffed lightly. “You looked like you could have handled them yourself, see past their deception.”
“How do you know I am not simply that naive?”
“Are you?”
Alucard responds, “I confess, I do not know. At the moment, my situation is delicate. I probably would have welcomed any friendly face to my company should they present themselves.”
You seemed surprised by his honesty, even he did not know why he would confess such a thing, but at the moment, he felt that he could trust you. You offered an amicable smile. “In that case, you, sir, owe me. Big.” There was an unmissable, playful glint in your eyes when you said this.
The dhampir laughs, a rumble deep within his chest that resonated in his voice. He has not laughed like that since his adventure with his speaker and hunter. And even then it felt like such a long time ago. “Undoubtedly,” he added with a smirk.
There was a comfortable moment between you two before you casted a glance to one of the open windows that led to the outside. The day was still young. “I should get going, then. Pay my final respects to my kin at home before leaving Wallachia.”
“Leave Wallachia?”, his brow raises. “Where will you go?”
“I’m not sure, really. Anywhere that will allow me to...heal my wounds, I suppose.”
It was in that moment that Alucard was assured of this blooming and unspoken kinship between you and he. He already admitted to himself that he rather liked you and would like to get to know you better, perhaps even allow you to help him combat his loneliness. For this reason, his next words flowed effortlessly.
“You shall stay here.”
You were shocked, clearly taken aback by this unexpected offer and was stumbling with your words of protest, “I-I can’t possibly- You don’t know me, sir.”
“I know that you are selfless, possess a strong moral compass, and went out of your way from God-knows-where to spare me, a stranger, from the machinations of ingrates. You did not need to do so, let alone warn me, yet you did so, anyways.” Alucard closes his eyes for a brief moment in pensive thought before continuing, “I understand what it means to mourn for those you loved deeply. Please. This is the least I can offer, allow me to thank you and give you the space and time to mend your wounds. All of them.”
For a moment, he thought you would refuse and you did not immediately answer. Your brows furrow in deep thought, your lips in a thin line. He was about to apologize for speaking out of turn when you spoke first.
“Very well, then...”, you conceded with a grateful and almost saddened smile. Your eyes met his with sincere intent. “And perhaps you will not have to mend yours alone, as well.”
Ba-dump.
That was the first time Alucard had ever felt his heart do that. It was such a surprising feeling that, in his shock, he thought he was dying. But he was surely fine and became curious to learn what caused it, eyeing you from his peripheral vision. He was certain you did something.
Suddenly, your eyes widened and your body stiffened so fast that Alucard thought you would jump out of the chair. “I’m so sorry, I was so caught up with what happened earlier that I never asked for your name.”
Again, he steals another moment of careful consideration, his golden eyes bore deeply into your gaze before answering, “My friends call me Adrian.”
And thus how your agreement came to be. Some time has passed and during that time, you two have grown closer. Alucard found himself enjoying your company immensely and expressed genuine interest in learning everything about you and you to him. You never seemed bored in his company which pleased him greatly as once he overheard someone describe him as a “cold spot in the room.” He was certain that the person didn’t mean to harm him with these words, but it affected him, nonetheless and Alucard feared that he would be subjected to an eternal life alone. But your presence changed that thought, your kindness and genuity showed him that he did not need to face his depression on his own. He cannot remember a time when he has smiled so much and has you to thank for that. Even as your wounds healed and you had plenty of opportunity to leave, you stayed by his side and continued to be his light. And he did not question you one bit.
Ba-dump.
That alien sensation began to feel familiar to him the longer he is with you. His heart remained still in the beginning yet now every once in awhile, it would pound for a single pulse in your presence, growing in rhythm and intensity as time with you went on until he was certain he could dance to the beat. When you would look his way, it skipped. When you would look away when he caught you, it quickened. It was such a tortuous, wonderous sensation.
His heart stopped completely when you declared that you loved him and it began to pound instantly when he felt the sweet press of your lips against his. Never in his life did he felt the need to breathe until he tasted you. It became too much, too blissfully suffocating that he feared that he could drown within you forever and never rise up again. As if sensing the intensity of his growing addiction to you, you pulled from him and placed your head atop his chest, your ear above his pounding heart.
“I can hear your heartbeat. Is this the human side of you?”
“It is a side only you know.”
It went on like this for some time. As your affection for one another grew intensely, your innocent intimacy turned into a needy hunger. He felt like a starved man each time you two touched each other desperately but had no idea how to sate the burning inside until you gave him his answer by lifting his nightshirt and-
“Adrian?”
The drowsy sound of your voice pulled him from his wonderful reminiscing and his golden eyes met you.
“Did I wake you?”
“No, but...did you sleep at all?” you asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes with a hint of worry in your voice
He replied reassuringly, “A little bit.”
“Was it that bad?”
He raises his brow at the subtle teasing under your tone. “Actually, I’ve been waiting for you to wake for another round.”
You laughed and would have continued to laugh before your voice was choked by a yawn. Your eyes were beginning to droop again. “I’m sorry, Adrian. As tempting as that sounds-”
He silences you with a chaste kiss upon your lips.
��Shh. I only slightly jest,” he smiles. “Go back to sleep.”
“Only slightly jest,” you teased again.
Alucard lifts you effortlessly to place your body atop his. “It will be a long morning when you wake.”
You looked at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes and a sly curve to your lips. “Promise?” challenged you.
Badump.
When Alucard finally regains himself, he grins at you with a lecherous flash of his fangs and squeezes your bottom generously before pressing you against his hips. The dhampir now has a newfound restlessness and was making you aware of you of it. His smirk curved with pride at your blush from the feel of him.
“Sleep, you idiot,” he commands lowly before placing a final and firm kiss upon your lips then tucking the top of your head beneath his chin. Although you huffed in slight frustration yourself, you listened to your love and fell back to sleep with a content and impatient sigh.
It was moments like these before the break of dawn when nothing else in the world mattered but the two of you lying together in complete peace, your hearts beating in blissful harmony- did he find happiness renewed.
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Interview with a Fic Writer
Tagged by @novantinuum, thank you!
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How many works do you have on AO3?
242 works. The actual fuck??? Wow, me. Of course, this does span about 9 years, so I guess that's not that insane?
What’s your total word count on AO3
549,737! But that averages out to only 2271 words per story, haha. You got me! I think I have less than 10 fics that have more than 1 chapter. I love one-shots, what can I say?
How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
Oh, you want to get into this? All right. We'll get into this:
The X-Files, proto-fandom, ur-fandom, first OTP ever... yeah, 15-year-old me went. WILD. Many horrible Mulder/Scully stories, and some Doggett/Scully and character study stories as well. Mostly not very good, but with occasional flashes of decent writing. Really had a difficult time writing romantic feelings between 30+ year-olds given a) I did not date in high school and b) was 17 and not an emotionally stunted FBI agent.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer - not a huge volume of stories, but definitely some very angsty Spuffy and Spike tales.
Harry Potter - just one published fic (Lupin grieving Sirius), and one with Snape and Harry having a heart to heart I could never quite get right.
Then came the dark times (vet school) where I was exhausted and hard at work for a few years and I thought, horribly, I might have outgrown fandom. Thank god for...
X-Men First Class and the undying love of Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr! I'd never fallen for a slash ship before but my god I fell hard for this one and wrote my first fandom smut and my first real AU (mutants with zombies) that I never finished.
Then.... let's see...
Quantum Leap drabbles!
Two Avatar the Last Airbender fics!
Agents of SHIELD fics, mostly focused on Coulson and FitzSimmons, and super angsty.
Bioshock Infinite sads (god I love writing the sad bad dad)!
And then the juggernauts of Mass Effect (my longest fic to date with 30 chapters!) and Dragon Age, which were endlessly productive and are still productive given the variety of different protagonists you can create, different choices, and different relationships to canon characters. I'm still working on a Hawke/Varric fic in the back of my mind here.
There's one random Gravity Falls fic (wish I could have got a little more obsessed with it, or gotten into it while it aired) of Stan sads, and one tiny Avengers ficlet of a sad Tony and Peter.
There's one Wheel of Time fic! Dammit I wanted Rand and Tam to reunite so much sooner than they did.
40-odd Steven Universe fics! So many SU fics!
One random Schitt's Creek fic of David and Patrick!
And finally, The Mandalorian, with 47 fics. Phew!!!
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
1. The Invitation, The Mandalorian. Din Djarin finds himself in dreams that seem realer than real, reminding him of his loss, but he begins to find a sense of hope again. A promise is kept.
2. The Outstretched Hand, The Mandalorian. Din Djarin is a man of action, but sometimes, the quiet finds its way in. Din reckons with the aftermath of the events of Chapter 14, the Tragedy. (My very first Mando fic!)
3. Not the Sentimental Type, Steven Universe. Priyanka Maheswaran has long prided herself on keeping her emotions in check. But a mother's love can only grow, and sometimes it expands to people she never anticipated. Like the Universe boy.
4. Translation, The Mandalorian. Din Djarin was a man of few words, but many languages. Some might have thought the Child had no language at all. Din Djarin and the Child grow to understand each other.
5. Full Disclosure, Steven Universe. Just as the world begins to recover from Spinel's attack, Steven starts having nightmares. The more he ignores his fears, the worse they become, until he's left with no other choice but to ask for help. (My thoughts on what would drive Steven Universe Future, and I wasn't far off.)
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I really try to! Even sometimes years later if I realize I've missed some. I appreciate each and every one, and have definitely made friendships through comments <3
What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Oh, hell... I'm too lazy to link these but if anyone wants to read them let me know or find them on my AO3!
A Stopped Clock from Bioshock Infinite has Booker DeWitt ravaged by Korsakoff's amnesia from his long-standing alcoholism. Is Columbia real or imagined? Hard to say.
The Viscount's Way shows Varric Tethras having become his parent, and a cruel, hard viscount of Kirkwall.
Songs in the Key of Red shows how Cullen fared under the dark future in Redcliffe in DAI, and they write happy endings, don't they? shows what happened to Varric. Both horribly depressing in different ways!
Two by Two, Hands of Blue shows a not unexpected end to lyrium addiction :( Poor Cullen, he got a lot of angsty developments, didn't he?
Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever written?
Never really got into crossovers or AUs. Just... meh for me!
Have you ever received hate on a fic?
No, I don't think so.
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Charles/Erik, Shepard/Garrus, Shepard/Liara, Shepard/Tali, a mess of different f/f femShep drabbles, and most of my Dragon Age pairings have gotten sexytimes. On the other hand I helped start the NoRomo Mando tag for the Mandalorian to help find non-pairing Mandalorian content. Depends on the pairing and the fandom, for sure.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Nope, thank goodness!
Have you ever had a fic translated?
I think so! There used to be a Spanish-language wiki linking to some of my old X-Files stories XD
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No, but friends and I definitely will beta each others' things to help with sticky points.
What’s your all-time favorite ship?
ALL-TIME? Just, why? So many ships I loved in years past turned out to have pretty damn problematic elements I didn't see at the time, so it's hard to say... Mulder/Scully actually has a ton of issues, Buffy/Spike obviously has issues... so maybe Hawke/Varric (except not canon!) or Garrus/Shepard or Brosca/Alistair.
What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
Still need to finish my Hawke/Varric fic for after Adamant! I have 3 chapters written that I haven't posted. Maybe posting them will help inspire me....
What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue and POV writing from different characters; I feel fantastic writing Steven and Greg, though totally at sea trying to write from Connie's POV, randomly. But I think my dialogue and emotional beats are what people tend to tune in for. When I do write romance, it's usually very sweet and silly and pulled from life. I also love writing nature scenes and settings to help establish mood. Mood and emotion and catharsis are my bread and butter, and I like my poetic prose.
What are your writing weaknesses?
What the hell is a long, well-thought-out plot? Like what even is that???? My longest fic with 30 chapters is basically "Shepard has PTSD and hangs out with her crew. They have some funerals." THAT'S IT. How the heck people actually come up with plot that ties into the lore of a fandom I genuinely have no idea and it's the biggest thing that's held me back from finishing original work. I can come up with a setting and characters and then trying to make them do stuff that's more than just talking to other characters and deepening their relationships with them... how the fuck???
I also definitely have 10-20 words that I am in constant danger of reusing like every other paragraph, LOL!
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I don't speak any other languages so I always avoid it as much as possible. I've seen people describe sign differently in fics and picked one way to depict it that made sense to me for Grogu, but that's about it.
What was the first fandom you wrote for?
The X-Files, of course!
What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?
Towards Another Day, the tale of how Cullen went from being a templar in Kirkwall to commander of the Inquisition, is definitely up there.
Reverberations is one of my rare multi-chaptered fics and one of my favorite for the catharsis at the end. It makes me tear up every time. 5 times Din and Grogu encounter the Dark Side, and one time they find the Light.
Either a world for the birds (Steven develops a closer relationship with his Uncle Andy, learning birdwatching along the way) or on the subject of rocks (Steven and Jasper finally reach a peace) might take the prize for favorite SU fic.
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Tagging (if you’re super bored and would like a fun thing to do) fellow writers:
@lastwordbeforetheend, @runrundoyourstuff, @honestlyhufflepuff, @art3mys, and @fake-starwars-fan if you would like to play!
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Wip Excerpt: HTKAG
In light of this wip hitting another 10k word goal recently (currently sitting pretty at a whopping 120k/150k 😅), another excerpt is due! This babe I wrote today, buut I actually loved it so much I knew I had to share it with y'all right away. That all being said, let's stop wasting time and get straight into it!
Our scene begins with Allister entering a restaurant to have dinner with Mikko, Fingal, and Perci, but Perci is late.
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Upon telling the hostess Fingal’s name, she leads me away to the right half of the room. Off in a booth stowed away in the corner sit Mikko and Fingal jabbering away mid-conversation. Once they notice me, they stop and smile.
“Hey! There’s the man of the hour,” Mikko exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.
“Not late, am I?” I grin, taking a seat beside him.
“Nope. Right on time to get some drinks,” Mikko starts smouldering at our hostess.
“With what money?” Fingal retorts with a glare.
Mikko blinks, struggling to come up with a defense. It seems he mustn't have anticipated Fingal to interrupt his attempt at flirting…
“Wha - With our money, of course,” he laughs, trying his best to make a smooth recovery.
“Aye. Which is why we’re not using my money to buy alcohol while a minor is here.”
Mikko doesn’t reply. Then again I suppose he doesn't need to, his confusion is written all over his face.
“Don’t tell me you forgot about Perci. He’ll be here any minute.”
“Oh! Fuck, that’s right. Him. Well obviously he won’t be getting any. And come on! You know how fast I can down a beer Fin! It’ll just be a few. Just a few rounds! Don’t be an ass.”
“Watch yourself Mikko, it's not polite to use such language in the presence of a lady.” I chime in, giving the hostess a polite smile.
“Oh I’ll show you what’s not polite-” Mikko says before slapping my head.
I try to hit him back, but he catches my hand before I can. Before we know it, we’re caught in a ridiculous slapping fight, both laughing our asses off.
“Not in a restaurant, not in a restaurant!” I speak through gasps, trying to end things.
Mikko obliges, tossing his hands back in his lap.
“A waiter will be right with you,” the hostess makes a case to look at each one of us except for Mikko before finishing her sentence, “... gentleman.”
Much to my surprise, Mikko doesn’t seem to be affected by that backhanded insult. Instead he kicks his knees up against the table and rests his head back, totally listless.
“Mikko, I would’ve thought you’d be more offended by that.”
“Huh? Why would I be offended at something when it’s true?”
“I’ll say. You and Al couldn’t be any more opposite. If there’s anything larger than the truth, the fact that you’re not a gentleman is way beyond it.”
“Exactly. And Mikko, you are aware of the fact that she was just a hostess, right? It isn’t even her job to serve us drinks.”
“I... “ Mikko laughs before leaning over the table again. “Listen. You two just don’t get it, do you? No. You don’t. Allow me to be the one who graces your palettes here, eh? Let me tell you what I’m gonna do. Okay? I’m gonna give you a tip. A piece of advice that will change your lives forever. All for free! You don’t even have to pay me. All you gotta do is listen. Got it? You both ready?”
Fingal and I share a look. I can tell we’re thinking along a similar vein of confused intrigue. We should most likely stop Mikko here, as whatever will come out his mouth won’t be anything good. However, we’re both too stunned to stop him, so…
Mikko beckons us to lean closer to him. Fin and I oblige. We’re almost touching heads when at last our dear mentor speaks once again, in a hushed voice. “It’s not about what you say. It’s about how you say it.”
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There are no words. For about a minute straight Fingal and I are just staring at each other wearing the same expression that exudes two questions. ‘What the fuck? You’ve heard that too, haven’t you?’
Soon after that’s established and our shock subsides, we burst back to life. Fingal starts us off with, “Dammit Mikko. What the fuck? Where did you learn that? Who taught you that?”
“Some guys from the bar! Why, what’s wrong with it?”
“Which guys from the bar?”
“I don’t see how it-”
“Mikko. Which guys from the bar taught you this?” Fingal insists, a flash of anger showing in his eyes.
Mikko seems to notice this, and complies straight away. “Leo, John, Peter and Paul!”
Fingal buries his head in his hands. This sparks my curiosity. I haven’t heard these names before, but Fin clearly has.
“I can’t say I’m familiar with them, who might they be?”
“Bar friends-” Mikko starts, only for Fingal to finish for him.
“Jokesters. Jerks. Cheapskates always looking for a laugh. Assholes. Can’t wait to give them a piece of my mind.”
Mikko shrinks away from Fin. His head is turned away from me, but I don’t need to see it in order to know how stunned he is. It’s expressed flawlessly through the abnormal quietness of his voice. “Fin? What’s up, why’d you-”
“Because those dicks have been filling your head with shit like this every damn time I turned my back, Mikko! Dammit, this - this is why you always get rejected! Universe, I just wish you would’ve checked with me first about things like this. Not some strangers you barely even know, yet idolize them anyway.
You wanna know how you get a girl Mikko? Huh? You be nice. You be nice to them, you talk with them, and you listen. Compliments and flirting, all that helps, of course, but not forever! And you sure as hell can’t build a relationship strictly off of it. Okay? Standards and expectations vary from girl to girl, but with each and every single one there are a few things that you just have to do. Be nice, have respect, help them just for the sake of helping them! Don’t expect anything in return. Overall just - just be a decent fucking human being. That is how you get a girl.”
Mikko sits there, staring at his brother. I can’t help but do the same. In every respect, Fingal is right. Of course he is. It’s just… rare that we see him so worked up. I can hardly believe my eyes. I can hardly believe my ears, I… I can’t imagine how Mikko must be feeling.
Oh so gradually his head sinks down into his lap. He slumps over, and I swear I can see fractions of tears reflect the golden light radiating above us.
“Can’t believe I’m actually telling you this when you’re eighteen. Fucking eighteen,” Fingal scoffs, crossing his arms.
“I’m sorry-”
“Don’t be. I’m not mad at you. This is my own fault, I blame myself.”
“Aw, come on man! That’s even worse,” pouts Mikko.
Fingal then turns to me with an abruptness that makes me jump. “Al, what’s up? You’ve been quiet for a while. You can back me up on this, can’t you?”
“I…” I force a chuckle to try and lighten the air some. “I don’t think that I’m currently in a position to give advice like this, to be honest with you.”
Fingal leans his elbows on the table, holding his head with one hand. “Why? Something happen with Maddie?”
“Oh, did it ever,” I shake my head.
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Aand that's all you guys get for spoiler reasons! Lmao
(also because that's all I've written today but shhhh don't tell anyone)
Buut yeah. Legit I swear I didn't mean to go so hard on feminist Fingal 😂 I mean don't get me wrong here, he's absolutely right and I'm keeping it in. But still, the words just kept on coming and coming and we ended up with this
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y'know
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writing is super fun sometimes
Plus tbh, writing the part where Mikko is stroking his ego and whispers his ‘top secret trick to get women’, I was literally laughing out loud 😂 like he's just so wrong, and I love how horribly Mikko fails in life. It's just super funny to me, I enjoy it a lot.
Fingal, however, clearly does not enjoy it, lmao. Legit I had no clue he could be so protective until today! Especially over Mikko. I mean I always knew their dynamics, but today… it really hit home for me.
Go back and look at the line of dialogue Fingal says right after Mikko apologizes (a rare occurrence, actually).
It’s just one little piece of dialogue, barely a few sentences! Yet I feel like it hits you. You know? It reveals so much about his and Mikko’s vibes, their situation. A pair of brothers poor and orphaned by their birth parents and raised by their grandmother, who is only growing older and weaker each year. Fingal, the eldest, having to take responsibility often. He feels pressured to raise his little bro, and feels like he's failed when Mikko turns out to be the way he is. Ya know? It's just one little thing of dialogue but I feel like it makes you feel the pressure Fin has to bear in a situation like theirs. Even if it’s only for a moment.
And Mikko! While he does incite a lot of the comic relief in HTKAG, I wouldn’t call him a strict comic relief character because that's never what I had in mind while writing him. He and Fin actually play a vital role in the plot of the story! Much more than what I can currently reveal to y'all.
Buut anyways, I'll stop rambling now. I really hope you guys enjoyed this little excerpt just as much as I adored writing it :)
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Battle Ground 1st Read Through Reaction
Can I just start off by saying, Holy crap. Chicago got curb-stomped hard. So freaking hard.
I really, really, enjoyed the story. I pretty much didn’t want to stop reading as soon as I cracked open the covers of the book but I did have to have periods of giving myself a break and just put the book down and go do something sensible like do the dishes instead of screaming or shaking my fists at the sky like a lunatic.
I do admit that as a story the continuous battle was draining and exhausting to read. But I think that was the point so I don’t really count it against the story. It is something important to know going in, and why I’d recommend breaks.
Let’s talk spoilers… just assume spoilers for everything Dresden Files related too. Ummm, also this runs long.
First Let’s Me Tell You About the Thing Which Exploded My Brain:
1. MARCONE IS FREAKING KNIGHT OF THE BLACKENED DENARIUS! WHHHAAAAT!!
...okay, I’m done screaming about it.
OF FREAKING THORNED NAMSHIEL!!! ...I lied, I wasn’t done. How long? What? When? I didn’t see this coming at all! And I’m so freaking torn about how to feel about it.
I am so damned (heh) relieved that Marcone’s didn’t die at Ethniu’s hands. I seriously freaked at the moment she snapped his neck that I went into instant denial and my eyes skipped several paragraph down out of the desperate wish to see if it was trick. I’m also very, very delighted that Marcone is now so much harder to kill. I mean, he was already pretty hard to kill being Marcone but this just takes it up to eleven.
On the other hand, a Fallen Angel is so freaking dangerous. *makes gargling worried noises* And while it looks like Marcone appears to have worked out a partnership with the coin I can’t help but remember that when we were first introduced to this Fallen he was called ‘Thorned Namshiel’ and not by the name of his bearer. So he appears to be the type to subsume the human who holds him. Which makes me worried that Marcone could be on that path and not even realize it. *goes back to making gargling worried noises*
I do find reassuring that the coin is on a chain around his neck and therefore easily removed and not buried in his body like some of the other Denarians will do.
However, I am feeling a little disappointed Marcone is no longer purely a ‘vanilla’ mortal who stood toe-to-toe eldritch beings and survived by simply being smarter, deadlier and amazeballs. I’ll miss that. I always thought that it was especially hilarious how much Harry would freak out about Marcone and how deadly Marcone is when even in the same room as scary monsters (like in ;Skin Game;, I mean seriously he was in the same room as Nicodemus and Harry was hardcore worried about upsetting Marcone… hilarious!) when Marcone was a vanilla mortal… but now he’s not.
And yet, now Marcone knows how to sling around magic and is incredibly hard to kill. *thumbs up at Jim Butcher* Yeeeessssss! *is so happy*
Although… if Harry doesn’t end up making all manner of ‘thorny’ jokes at Marcone I’m going to be very disappointed. =D
Things I Sorta Expected:
1. Murphy dying.
Now, I totally bawled at the scene after Rudolph shot Murphy. I especially lost it when Harry kept referring to her body as an ‘empty house.’ ARGH. But I wasn’t actually surprised that she died. I did feel like I got a very strong sense it was going to happen. Actually, from how often Harry’s thoughts seemed to be pinging in that direction I was partially convinced his wizardly ‘insight’ was kicking in and trying to warn him.
And he tried. He really did.
But ultimately it was Karrin’s own choice to be away from safety and be her badass self.
2. Hendricks’ dying.
I’ve actually have read the short story ‘Monsters’ from Goodman Grey’s POV and I’ve read it a little over a week ago and in it he notes Marcone’s bodyguard as a dumb Einherjaren. Which made my brain go: Whoa, wait… where’s Hendricks? Is Hendricks dead? Did Hendricks die and become in Einherjaren? Or is he off doing something and one of those guys is taking over for a bit? Fuck, Hendricks is dying in ‘Battle Ground’ isn’t he?
So I wasn’t exactly surprised, but I was still very, very upset. And when Ethniu picked up Hendrick’s corpse and smashed him into Marcone that’s where I lost it. Like totally lost it while also being worried about Marcone at the same time. Gah.
Curveballs I Did Not Expect:
1. Marva and Drakul. The deaths of Wild Bill and Yoshimo at the hands of Black Court vampires and the threat that we may see them again as Black Court? Did not see that coming. I expected to lose Wardens but not like that.
...and I may be in denial about Chandler (I like the guy, okay) being dead. Please. He’s a wizard. He’ll be back. Of course as soon as I wrote that I was instantly struck of by the thought of: “Yeah, but will you like what you get back?”
2. Also Drakul is a starborn? I get more and more curious about what it means! I’m with Harry in frothing in frustration over how people won’t tell him already! *screams into the void*
Also Kincaid worked for this guy? *shudders*
3. Marcone and Thorned Namshiel. *gurgles*
4. Justine had Nemesis in her! And for years?!
How in the hell are they going to save her? Mab barely saved Lea and she’s Mab!
Also I thought Nemesis was very infectious. Is there anyone else around who has been infected? Maybe among Harry’s friends with Justine as the vector? *is worried*
5. Not getting a resolution on the situation with the Svartalves. Or did I miss something? Seriously, the ending of the book felt like it was missing about 30 more pages to wrap up and work a bit more on characters.
Things I Did Not Like or Was Disappointed By:
1. Rudolph getting to live. Fuck that guy.
Okay, I understand that his not getting murdered at Harry’s hands wasn’t really for Rudolph’s sake but for Harry’s own soul. I just want him dead. Dammit, is it too much to ask for him to have been shot by a turtleneck or stomped by a Jotun or splattered by Formor acid that slowly ate away at his guts as screamed until his internal organs slowly dissolved?
I have may have a bloodthirsty vengeful streak. And yet: want.
2. I also may have narrowed my eyes at the end of the book there after Harry said that Marcone was dropping off the keys and then it turned out Lara had picked them up instead. I may have also said aloud, “Butcher, are you Marcone-blocking me?” And he was, dammit, because I didn’t get to read more Marcone.
… I do not have a Marcone-addiction.
3. This is more disappointment than dislike but I didn’t get nearly as much Goodman Grey as I thought I’d get. Aw.
4. Harry not getting to talk to Ivy. *grumbles*
Things I Really Liked/Loved
1. Harry got his home back! And it’s the castle! The castle he all but swindled out of Marcone. Yes, I love it! I love Marcone but doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it when Harry get the best of him too. Anyway, I just love the fact that Harry is claiming parts of his life back from the traumatic heart-stomp events which occurred in ‘Changes’. *bounces in excitement* Now he just needs an office!
2. Marcone. Always. Actually I was a little afraid when he vanished after the battle started that there would be very little Marcone in this book too because Butcher is so Marcone-stingy.
3. That Harry is no longer a member of the White Council. I mean, they’ve been pretty useless to helping Harry out. And honestly, Harry has gotten so many headaches from them that I can’t help but think this is a weight he needed to shed.
Although, it really feeds my ‘Harry needs to become a member of the accords in his own right’ thing again. Seriously, he’s the Warden of Demonreach. He bound a Titan. It needs to happen. Ooh, or the Paranet can see about becoming an Accorded organization in their own right and then Harry can be with them. Yeeeessss.
4. Bob is back in Harry’s hands! Freaking yes! Whoohooo! About time! Oooh, wait, has Bob meet Bonnie? Can we read this happening? OMG, I want it so much… or would Harry be too horrified to let Bob influence his spirit-kid? LoL.
5. Seeing Toot-toot and Lacuna again! And when Harry pulled his ‘Za Lord’ maneuver and got the Guard and a ton of other fairies to help in the defense of… well, pizza in Chicago, that was great I punched the air.
The I gloated even more over how Mab then explained Harry had scared some of the others with that move. Heh.
6. River Shoulders was so damn badass and amazeballs and like Wild Bill said, I’ll take two.
7. Michael and Charity already knowing that Molly is the Winter Lady and being the best parents and loving and accepting and… so much love for those two.
EVERYTHING MARCONE… yes, he’s getting his own heading
1. Gah, I love him. I have mentioned this before. That one of the first things he says to Harry when Harry is staring at him as he changes clothes is to paraphrase ‘did you forget how to get dressed or is this an awkward sexual reconnaissance’ nearly killed me. I was caught between giggling and choking on my own spit and then I nearly fell off the couch. Just remembering about it now, has me giggling at the computer screen.
2. Also, I find that ‘Excellent’ response from Marcone after they exchange threats to be fascinating. This was one of those points were I put the book down and wondered what Marcone meant by that. Then I had the thought that maybe in his own fashion, Marcone was doing the same thing that practically everyone had been doing with Harry since he got back from being shot. He was checking to see if Harry was still the same man he’d been before. And from Harry’s response, Yup. He was. So: “Excellent.”
Having also read ‘Skin Game‘ and how cold Marcone is in the end there? The difference with this Marcone versus the one where Mab was listening? I find that interesting too!
3. When Marcone showed up to the fight! So freaking badass! Love how he led the fighters.
Also I find it significant that both of the guys who are obsessed with protecting Chicago were the ones who manifested ‘banners’ which drew humans to the fight.
Really cool. And it reminds me all over again that for all their different life philosophies Marcone and Dresden do agree on the mantra of: Protect Chicago.
4. This book, especially the lake beach scene reminded me so hard why I love the banter between Harry and Marcone so much. When it just seems to be the two of them and they aren’t actively threatening each they have such a great rapport! Loved reading it! Wished we got more of it in the books.
5. Okay, with Hendricks’ death I’m rather worried for Marcone. ‘Even Hand’ gave the impression Hendricks often acted as a very gentle conscience to Marcone. Losing him has got to be hitting Marcone hard. And that I now know he only has a Fallen angel on his shoulder?
Yup, growing more worried for Marcone at the time.
6. I’m also wondering about what was said in that exchange between Mab and Marcone on the roof when Harry called out Marcone for about being the Lord of Chicago needing to be more than talk. Okay, I can guess. I just really, really want to hear the words because I bet Marcone was badass.
7. The Lord of Chicago giving Harry the title of the Wizard of Chicago? Freaking loved it.
8. Also Marcone freaking purred. Purred. “Prove it,” he purred. “Hero.”
I think Jim Butcher is trying to give me a heart attack or cause me to crack my skull on floor because I nearly fell off the couch again.
9. With Marcone now outed as a magic-wielding Denarian does that mean we get more of him in the future books? Because I freaking hope so... I say this even knowing I’d have the exact same wish even without him being a magic-wielding Denarian.
Things I Found Completely Hilarious
1. Marcone’s opening lines to Harry. Heh. Forever Lol!
2. Is Lacuna a tooth fairy? Her obsession with teeth cracked me up so much.
3. That Mab smacking both Lara and Harry with those wedding plans. *snickers* I mean, I find it totally hilarious because of how gobsmacked both of them were about it. I don’t expect Harry to go through with it at all, not with how we know how seriously he takes relationships. So either he’s going to get out of being the Winter Knight or find some other way to defy Mab. Or hell, maybe Lara gets them both out of it by marrying someone else first. Honestly, I can’t see her agreeing to marry someone who’d burn her with a touch.
Pure Speculation or Things that Just Excite Me for the Future:
1. Now I bet you’re all wondering why I’m not more upset about Murphy or Hendricks dying. Simply put, I’m 100% convinced that when both Murphy and Hendricks wake up in Valhalla, in drinking (with quaffing I bet) halls full of grunting, fighting obsessed Vikings and they will go ‘Nope, I’m out!’ three seconds later. Those two? Especially knowing how much trouble Harry and Marcone have got to be getting up to without them? They’d probably join forces and stage a breakout to get back.
This is what occurred to me the moment Gard explained what happened to their bodies. The whole not come back until everyone who knew them was gone, yeah, right. Not happening.
Or, jeeze, I can’t image Marcone not thinking this was a possibility and then not having made plans to bust Hendricks out and you know Murphy would demand to come along too. And with Thorned Namshiel providing help? I can see this happening.
...okay, this idea sneaked into my head but now I’m seeing Murphy (having busted out of Valhalla with a bunch of Einherjaren) and learning about the upcoming nuptials between Lara and Harry leads a raiding party (what else, with Vikings!) to bride nap (groom nap?) Harry away before he says “I do.“ Heh. This would be hilarious.
2. I’m sorta vibrating with the possibilities of what the future will bring with a Chicago that is waking up to the dangers of the supernatural while at the same time having learned that it is possible to stand up to monsters and kill them. Especially, what this means when bad things go down in Chicago again, because of course they will. And there may be more people joining in the fight.
Hmm, can the Paranet be deployed as a means of bringing vanilla mortals in or educating them so they don’t go after the good guys? They do sort of stand in the middle, more so than Harry. *lost in thoughts*
3. While I’m actually a little surprised that Ebenezar made it out alive as I actually had him down on my ‘Will Probably Die List’. I was relieved as I hope to see him and Harry actually have that conversation which Harry wants. Seriously, if only for Maggie’s sake, who shouldn’t have her first and last memory of her Great-Grandpa be him being a total jerk.
4. Harry can bind the prisoners of Demonreach to do his bidding? *blinks* Ooh, the possibilities.
5. These Librarians, the Men in Black of the DF ‘verse, sound amazing and I can’t wait to see them show up.
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