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Teddy Hunter and ?
#teddy hunter#size difference#hairy#chest hair#hairy male#bearded hunk#hairy otter#hairy muscle#hairy shoulders#shower pics#gay cub#gay couple#gay bear#gay beast#bear daddy#daddy bear
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Platonic Yandere! Zoldyck Family x Reader
⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes
A / N = Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I did not proofread this. Please read my bio before requesting, and make sure that my requests are open or else your request will be deleted. Enjoy <3
«★»———- HXH Adult Trio Masterlist
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★ When you were first born , Silva and Kikyo made the easy decision to not raise you to be a assassin. ( Silva thought that you were too weak , and Kikyo just wanted to have you all to herself ). That being said , you were raised away from the whole “ must become a assassin “ vibe of the house. Instead you would spend you days with mainly Kikyo ( you mother ) .
★ It did doesn’t matter what your gender is , Kikyo loves to dress you up in fancy outfits.
★ Because you are so precious to the family , I can imagine Silva and Illumi being extremely strict over everything you can , and can’t do . Illumi is the type of guy who hovers over you shoulder watching everything you do with his blinking black eyes. He stares at you so much that sometimes you swear that you can feel someone staring at you in the middle of the night. While you are in bed .
★ Before you even ask - yes Illumi gets very jealous of his siblings whenever you hang out with them- especially Killua, instead of him. Illumi will happily let you sleep in his bed at night , when it rains ( or if you have a nightmare ) because he knows that you feel safe with him.
★ He will happily hum you a soft song and rub your back to comfort you whenever you have a nightmare
★ Milluki is the type of guy who would typically charge his other family members for his services - but not you. In fact , I am pretty sure that you are the only meme we if the family who is “ nice to him “. Similarly to the rest of his family , he feels a sort of obligation to take care of you.
★ That being said , he will happily monitor all of your social media accounts , and eliminate any of your online friends who he feels you two are getting “ to close “ to each other.
★ Zeno is definitely a more laid back yandere compared to the others.
★ He honestly prefers to stick to spoiling you , and trying to make sure that you know that what the family is doing for you is good. Since the moment you were born , Zeno made sure to get in your good side ( by buying you ice cream whenever you wanted ). That way , you would follow his rules. Now that I think about it , Zeno and Kikyo are very similar in many ways. They both love spoiling you. <3
★ Killua is extremely clingy to you. Because he is a little spoiled,he will basically demand your time. Whenever you were little , Killua would love to boss you around ( in a playful way ). When he is older , he definitely loves to protect you from any else. Remeber how I said that Illumi gets jealous of Killua ?… well yeah.
★ The two brothers are basically in a emotional battle to be your favorite. Let’s just say that they get very competitive. Poor Alluka has to try to drag you away from their mess.
★ I got too lazy to finish this
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Thanks for reading , Darling !! <3
Have a nice Day / Night ~
#yandere headcanons#anime#yandere#teddy yandere#yandere hunter x hunter#yandere hxh#yandere illumi#yandere illumi headcanons#yandere illumi zoldyck#yandere illumi zoldyck headcanons#yandere zeno#yandere zoldyck#yandere zoldycks#yandere zoldyck family#yandere kikyo#yandere killua#yandere killua headcanons#yandere milluki#yandere silva
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the fact that Arcee and Bumblebee are less than half of Optimus’s size sends me
#smol#big burly teddy bear op#Ultra Magnus#Wheeljack#Arcee#Optimus Prime 2.0#Bumblebee#Bumblebee 2.0#Transformers Prime#TFP beast hunters#Minus One episode#screenshot#delete later
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The Flash
Behind the Scenes
#the flash#the flash spoilers#the flash s9#the flash bts#the flash finale#reverse flash#zoom#godspeed#cobalt blue#eobard thawne#hunter zolomon#august heart#eddie thawne#tom cavanagh#teddy sears#rick cosnett#karan oberoi
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Mental Lords 2022
#metal lords#hunter sylvester#metallords#kevin schlieb#emily spector#pansexual#I'm just pete#I'm just ken#adrian greensmith#jaeden martell#teddy van ee#ray <3#ray metal lords#metal lords ray#huntermakesedits#my post#metal lords edit
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#tom cavanagh#harrison wells#harry wells#andy mientus#hartley rathaway#keiynan lonsdale#kid flash#wally west#leonard snart#captain cold#wentworth miller#grant gustin#barry allen#the flash#teddy sears#zoom#hunter zolomon#godspeed#august heat#instagram post
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Summary: Teddy is a former thrall turned vampire hunter. After a decade of chasing her revenge, she gets wind of a group of Hunters keeping an all-too-familiar monster in their custody. Now finally, after ten years waiting, maybe she'll finally get some answers.
And much needed payback.
Pt 2 | Vampire Hunter AU
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Profanity, non-graphic mentions of torture, violence, imprisonment, starvation, dehumanization, 'it' as a pronoun (only used by one character), referenced past captivity and enthrallment
Teddy left Will to watch the truck while she made the journey into the compound alone to pick up the vampire. He seemed to understand, and didn’t argue or ask why. Just turned up the radio, and leaned back the passenger’s seat to nap until she showed back up to drive them home.
The Hunter Teddy had talked with on the phone—Brooks—led her on a meandering path through the repurposed factory. Past living and dining areas where many Hunters gathered in their off hours, and past the armory in the factory’s basement.
Down, again, to a sub basement that reeked of must and rot and worse. Long used to it, Teddy simply studied the layout, mapping her path back out to the surface, a habit ingrained after years of training in a place not that different from this one.
Brooks led them to what looked like an old walk-in industrial kiln, now fit and reinforced to work as a containment cell. The box was covered in locks and seals, both magical and mundane, layered intricately with each other in a masterful weave.
Brooks glanced over his shoulder as he worked to unlock the cage. “So uh, if you don’t mind me asking, why this one?” He shrugged, clearly asking out of boredom or mild curiosity. “We don’t get many transfer requests out here.”
“Got a score to settle with it.”
Teddy didn’t elaborate, but Brooks didn’t push. The man just nodded, clearly accepting that as answer enough. “Fair enough. Still one less leech I gotta keep tabs on.”
The final lock released with a dull clack, and the Hunter trailed a hand over the wards. They shimmered, pulsing a deep crimson before fading again. Reaching for the handle, Brooks paused long enough to glance at Teddy.
“It shouldn’t give you much trouble, long as you keep it restrained. It’s been here long enough it knows how this shit works by now. We’ve mostly been using it for training and educating new recruits. Put up a hell of a fight when we first processed it though.” Brooks shot Teddy a conspiratorial grin. “I mean, damn. Should’ve seen that motherfucker in the first couple weeks. Had the whole crew taking bets on how long it’d take to finally break it.”
Teddy’s face stayed emotionless, though her eyes flicked to meet the Hunter’s. “How long did it take?”
“Four months, one week, and three days is when Nadia officially called it but—” Shrugging, Brooks gave the door handle a firm yank. The heavy metal groaned, a deep metallic wail like a thing in pain, and swung open to reveal a box of pale firebrick. The creature lay chained on the floor inside. “—between you and me, I don’t think it has yet. You can see it in its eyes. The way it looks at you sometimes.” He shook his head. “Nah. Might be too weak to fight, and smart enough to mind its manners, but there’s a spark of something still in there. Don’t give that motherfucker an inch, unless you’re prepared for it to take it.”
Teddy stayed quiet long enough the Hunter just shrugged again and led them into the tiny room. He strolled inside, aiming a heavy kick at the creature lying curled up on the floor. The vampire grunted, chains rattling with the impact.
“Alright leech, up. You got a visitor.”
Slowly, the vampire moved to comply, pushing himself stiffly up and settling into a kneeling position, bound hands resting on his thighs. He didn’t look up or move beyond the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed air Teddy knew for a fact he didn’t need.
Inclining his head, Brooks stepped aside to let Teddy take the floor.
She’d waited for this moment for over ten years. Before she’d even known she was waiting for it, before she’d been able to hope this kind of reversal could be possible for a vampire’s thrall.
Now that she was here, standing in the room with one of her former masters—one of the keystone pillars of Jericho’s coven, his bloody right hand, his former lover, one of only a handful left that had still been unaccounted for, and the only one left alive who could tell her what she wanted to know.
Teddy still couldn’t believe it was real.
This was a victory. Retribution a decade in the making. Closure.
She drew in a breath. Then stepped forward, heavy black boots thudding hollowly on the bricks. The vampire stayed quiet as she approached, kneeling and hunched forward like just keeping himself upright was a monumental effort. He stared at the filthy floor in front of his knees without acknowledging either of the two humans in the room.
If she hadn’t gotten confirmation of his identity beforehand, Teddy wasn’t sure she would’ve recognized him. Naked, emaciated, filthy, muzzled, bound in iron manacles and so covered in marks of abuse it was a challenge to find an untouched patch of skin. Even the color of his hair was impossible to judge from the matted, shoulder length mess it’d become.
Teddy held her breath. Silence followed. The kind of heavy, pressing quiet, like watching lightning flicker on the horizon before hearing the thunder. A static charge to the air.
She let out the breath in a rush, heart hammering in her chest. Desperate. Frantic. Hopeful.
Furious.
“Mal.” His name dropped from her lips like a condemnation, and that got his attention. He slowly lifted his head, meeting her gaze through a tangled curtain of hair with wary confusion. “Today’s your lucky day, bloodsucker. You’re coming home with me.”
AN: So this is apparently the second time I independently had more or less the same idea. Teddy (and Will) end up in a kind of antagonist role with Mal, and the story progresses as a back and forth between both these povs as they navigate this reversal, and all deal with the messy consequences of the choices they've made and the lives they lived.
If you really want to boil it down to basic tropes I suppose it'd be whumper turned whumpee?
I'm pretty happy with the direction this one is going, I am pondering continuing it. The next 'chapter' would be Mal's pov, so probably much heavier on the whump than this one lol.
Edit: added links to header since this is now an official series
#whump#vampire whump#whumper turned whumpee#original whump#my writing#salt ocs#salt oc: mal#salt oc: teddy#salt oc: will#i actually completely forgot i wrote this#it was older than the other excerpt of a similar idea I posted#apparently my subconscious really wants to put these two#angry feral cats in a room together and see what happens#sorry guys you're my science experiment now#misc aus#vampire hunter au
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The thing about Earth-Prime was that many other people from other Earths had somehow found their way onto their new time stream. There were several people out there who were doppelgangers to the people here on Earth-Prime. One in particular was Hunter Zolomon.
This version of Hunter Zolomon was a speedster like Barry, and not a sociopathic Velocity X Speedster junkie like Zoom. He was from earth 9 and the people on his earth called him the Crimson Comet. Y/N had seen him racing across the city and followed him, thinking he was Barry, only to discover that he wasn't. He landed on the ground as the speedster looked at him and frowned. "Why the hell are you following me?"
"Hunter Zolomon?"
He looks shocked that Y/N knows who he is. "My name's not Hunter Zolomon. I'm the fastest man alive. The people call me Crimson Comet. Protector of Central City."
#x male reader#male reader insert#male x male#teddy sears#Teddy sears x male reader#hunter zolomon#hunter zolomon x male reader#the flash#barry allen#barry allen x male reader
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Who is your favourite male character in season 2 of Flash?
#barry allen#cisco ramon#harrison wells#harry wells#joe west#wally west#hunter zolomon#grant gustin#carlos valdes#tom cavanagh#jesse l. martin#keiynan lonsdale#teddy sears#the flash#arrowverse#the flash cw
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Loving the curly hair growing back.
Rare shot here without the hat! I know people make nasty comments about the hair loss, but to me, he will always look great. If we are lucky, we all age. Too many wrestlers don’t. Seeing wrestlers older is something to celebrate rather than snark about!
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Come be my teddy bear❤️
Teddy bear hunter
Cosplay by : Hatori Sama
👉Patreon
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Honkai: Star Rail / 崩壞:星穹鐵道 - Sparkle / 花火
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Byulzzi / ビョルチ - Teddy Bear Hunter / 泰迪熊獵人
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Mahou Shoujo ni Akogarete / 憧憬成為魔法少女 - Magia Baiser / 瑪吉雅邪惡
BONUS NIKKE / 妮姬 - Sakura / 櫻花
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Source details and larger version.
Gazing out over the sands of Egypt for thousands of years: strange sphinxes share their riddles in my sphinx gallery.
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edited this edit of an old art ✧*｡
#idk why i did this......might make it my icon#chiss#swtor#bounty hunter#mandalorian#sudraws#oc: nino#star wars the old republic#mando oc#its bc she s a giant teddy bear#(who loves plants n books)#normal books#like she collects them#has#like 2
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Incorrect Quote | Metal Lords 2022 | Hunter Sylvester & Ray
#my post#metal lords#hunter sylvester#ray metal lords#adrian greensmith#teddy van ee#huntermakesgifs#gifs#gif#stupid joke#incorrect quotes#joint#metallords
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In my olicharles lokius au it’s oliver who’s mobius and charles’ loki. yeah idc that the personalities doesn’t match, it’s oliver who has connections with higher power (with teddy being ravonna, mabel being hunter b15) and it’s charles with his variants (them being sazz pataki, scott bakula, matthew broderick, steve martin etc). also howard’s casey or OB
#thank you for coming to my ted talk#olicharles#lokius#oliver putnam#charles haden savage#mobius m mobius#loki#mabel mora#teddy dimas#hunter b15#ravonna renslayer#sazz pataki#scott bakula#matthew broderick#steve martin#howard morris#casey loki#only murders in the building
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vampire hunter AU Pt 3
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Summary: Teddy takes a moment alone with Mal. She and Will talk on the drive home.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Profanity, (implied) torture, violence, manhandling, dehumanization
The truck’s headlights cut a swath through the darkness, spilling across chalky gravel, stubborn weeds, and jagged chips of concrete. Moths and bugs flit through the light, throwing flickering shadows as they knocked against the bumper of the vehicle, and pinged gently off its hood.
Out in the dark, past the lights of the truck and the old factory, beyond the high, razor-wire topped walls, a pack of coyotes yipped and howled. Crickets and frogs sang their nightly lullabies. Critters screeched.
A nice, mild summer night. Routine. Almost peaceful.
Teddy glanced to the side, giving the vampire another look over as she steered him towards the truck. Mal kept his head down as he stumbled along, every few steps needing her to tighten her grip when he didn’t lift a foot high enough and caught it on the loose gravel, either tripping himself or sending it skittering off into the dark.
It looked like the effort of even walking this far was about to put him on the ground. Or maybe the gravel just hurt his feet.
Boo-fucking-hoo.
When Teddy looked closer though, she noticed the dark red smudges trailing behind him, only visible because the loose rock out here was a dusty, powdery white.
She sighed. Even if this shit was rough to walk on barefoot, it shouldn’t cut him up that bad in such a short distance. Another lingering token of the hunters' hospitality, probably. Teddy briefly wondered if he’d tried to run recently and they’d taken steps to make it a little harder if he got it into his head to try again.
He didn’t look like a flight risk. But Teddy gleaned enough from the past half hour to agree with Brooks’ original assessment: Mal wasn’t broken. Not all the way; not permanently.
Not yet.
Teddy sighed again, face rearranging into something less pensive and more irritable. “Something wrong with your feet?”
Head raising so fast it might’ve been attached to a pull-string, Mal pushed out a sharp breath through his nose. Anyone else, any other context, Teddy would’ve called it amused; she didn't know what to call it with him.
He shook his head, brows pulled together in a deep line. “No,” Mal lied, voice hoarse from disuse. He swallowed, and tacked on a more automatic sounding, “Uhm—no, sir.”
Sir, huh?
Well, Teddy wouldn’t argue with that. It sent a weird, tingling thrill all the way down to her fingertips, like grabbing hold of a live wire. Wrong in the same way it felt right, the intoxicating high of knowing you had your oldest enemy completely under your thumb.
No wonder vampires got so drunk on that kind of power.
Uninterested in pressing him for the truth—anything and everything she wanted to know she’d get out of him later—Teddy gave Mal another firm tug, and pulled him to a stop beside the old, white appliance truck.
The open bed in the back was crammed full of various tools and equipment and (mostly Will’s) junk, but a good third of the space was taken up by a white, chest style freezer.
Not the fanciest transport, but for the hunter on a budget, it’d do just fine. Secure, for her peace of mind, and sun proof, for the vampire’s. Supposedly they felt safer in small, dark places, which had led to the whole coffin-sleeping myth in the first place. Regardless, Mal would be safe on the hours-long ride back, even if it was a tight fit. He might even enjoy the chance to rest, which was sure as hell more than he deserved.
Climbing into the back, Teddy reached down to pull Mal up after her, and hauled him bodily into the truck bed with surprising ease. He grunted as he landed hard on his knees, Teddy’s iron grip around his arm the only thing keeping him from eating shit.
The side of Mal’s jaw ticked, like he was biting down on something, but he stayed bizarrely quiet. Just like he’d been the entire time. The Mal she remembered had never shut up; it was disconcerting to see him rendered practically mute.
Whispering unease slipped through Teddy’s ribs like a cold wind through bare tree branches. It rattled and sighed with the voice of doubt. She shook her head and let it pass. Grimaced.
No, it was him. It had to be him. The tip, everything the hunters here confirmed over the call, even his own reaction to the name was all but proof.
But—
You’d feel pretty damn silly if you went through all this trouble and got home with the wrong guy.
“Alright, stop,” Teddy ordered, halting the vampire before he could get up off his knees. He’d been staring at the freezer uneasily, but one word was enough for his attention to snap back to her. “Hold still. I wanna get a better look at you.”
Reaching down, Teddy cupped his jaw, tilting his head back so they were staring eye to eye. She felt the subtle flinch, the way Mal’s whole body seemed to pull taut at the contact, how badly he obviously wanted her hands off him.
But other than the flare of nostrils as he pulled in a breath, he maintained a surprisingly good poker face. No fighting, no struggling. Not even a peep of sass.
Teddy grimaced again at the tackiness of Mal’s skin, built up residue of god knew what covering him. Patchy stubble scratched at her fingertips. She brushed loose strands of hair out of his face, roughly tugged a couple chunks free where’d they’d caught under the muzzle straps, ignoring his wince.
His hair looked longer than she remembered, hanging just past his jaw. Uneven in places, like he’d lost patches of it at some point, and was only partly regrown. With all the filth, the color was indiscernible—it could’ve been red. Or anything from medium blond to brown originally. And if he had freckles, Teddy sure as hell couldn’t see them beneath the filth.
Eugh.
A sigh. “Mal,” Teddy said, like she was testing the name against some metric. “You are Mal, right?”
She felt his throat work as he swallowed. The look he gave her reminded Teddy of a wild animal, caught in a trap. Slowly, Mal nodded. Then managed a raspy, “Who—who are you?”
“Teddy,” she answered flatly. A steel bite undercut the words. “But you know what, I kinda like the sound of “Sir”, so let’s stick with that.”
She noted the complete lack of recognition at the drop of her name. Mild confusion that seamlessly melted into acceptance, hastily buried under a glaze of apathy. Another jerky little nod at the second half of her statement.
Something about it pissed Teddy off; the surge of her own fury took her by surprise, capsizing her better judgment before she could reign in her temper.
Fingers curling, she dug her nails savagely into Mal’s jaw, wrenching his head back until she felt the tendons in his neck straining at the angle, needing—something. A real reaction. Anger, pain, fear, it didn’t matter, Teddy just needed to know the monster still felt something the way she did, some dim reflection of the turmoil raging inside her like a storm.
Mal made a sound, quiet, against her hand. He wasn’t looking at her with apathy now. Blinded by her own rage, all Teddy could think was that it wasn’t enough.
Both of them shook. Little tremors traveled between them seamlessly, like an electric current.
Just get him home, a more sensible part of herself insisted, you’re so close, don’t blow it all now for a cheap shot.
Teeth grinding, Teddy stared down, wild eyed at her captive.
Shit.
Teddy released Mal abruptly, shoving him away from her. He landed hard, metal rattling against the truck bed. “Just go.” A disgusted noise rumbled in her throat, and she scrubbed the hand clean on her dark jeans. “Fucking leech bastard.”
Rising, Teddy pulled Mal along with her to the freezer, ignoring his startled yelp and the clatter of limbs hitting the truck bed as he tried to help rather than simply get dragged. He ended up on his side, slumped against the freezer, wide-eyed and staring up at her.
“But you wanna know who I am—?” Shoving open the lid, Teddy paused long enough to answer Mal’s question. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”
Teddy pushed out a rough sigh and slammed the driver’s side door closed behind her. Both hands braced against the wheel to stop them from shaking. She curled them around worn, familiar plastic, tightening her grip until it creaked, and the crisscross of white and pink scars stood out across the backs of her hands like lines on a map.
Her pulse slammed in her own ears. Too loud. Something under her ribs ached, like a stitch in her side from running too long.
Ten years. Ten fucking years.
And a whole damn lifetime of nightmares, jumping at shadows, wondering if she’d ever get closure for any of it.
Slouched quietly in the passenger’s seat, Will tapped out a cigarette and the world finally shook itself back into some kind of order. She waited for the familiar flickflickflick of his lighter, the sharp burn of tobacco and paper, before breaking the silence.
Rituals, Teddy came to realize over the years, were important. There was a reason magic thrived on them, that countless human societies were structured around them. Even mundane ones carried weight.
She breathed in deeply, taking comfort in the familiar burn of secondhand smoke. Let it out again, slow and controlled.
“Yeah, it’s Mal,” she said. The words came from someone else’s mouth. “Son of a bitch didn’t recognize me, but I got that much out of him. Shit.”
Teddy wished she’d kicked him in the teeth before locking him up. Given the bloodsucker something to think about on the ride home.
She’d stayed calm until her slip a moment ago. Cool, collected, distanced from it all—outwardly, at least. But once she gave it some slack, the dam keeping all those ugly emotions and nearly thirty years of pain and fear-fueled rage at bay started to crack.
“Dude looked pretty messed up already.” Spoken as mellow and unruffled as everything else that came out of Will’s mouth. He took a drag and blew the smoke out the window, one long, thin stream. “Guess these guys had him for a while, huh?”
Something sharp edged into Teddy’s voice. “I don’t give a shit what those hunters did to him.” She held the wheel in a death grip. “Hell, whatever it was, it wasn’t enough. That isn’t even close to what that leech deserves, not after what they did to us.”
Briefly, her gaze slid sideways, settling on Will. Unlike Teddy, he rarely bothered to hide his scars. On a warm night like this, a t-shirt left plenty of exposed skin. All of it told a story.
An ugly, bloody one.
Dozens of bite scars crawled from his wrists up past the crook of his elbows. More bloomed from beneath the neck of his shirt. And those were just the ones she could see—
Teddy sneered, then buckled her seatbelt. She threw the truck in drive and pulled out, flinging gravel and fishtailing for a second before she regained control. She flicked a salute to the hunters at the gate as they waved her through.
Humming in annoyance as the abrupt acceleration knocked a clump of ash loose onto his shirt, Will grimaced and brushed at it. It smudged, gray crushing into the warm yellow fabric.
“Jeeze, Teddy, ease off a little.” Sighing, Will abandoned the effort to save his shirt. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I know why you need this.” Even if Will didn’t.
But he got it, and no matter how gruesome or bloody a path Teddy chose to walk, Will followed. She had no doubt he’d follow her to hell and back, something that brought equal parts reassurance and guilt these days.
Teddy knew all of that. Just like they both knew it wasn’t really him she was mad at. “Yeah. Sorry.”
Forcing herself to ease off the accelerator, Teddy fixed her gaze out the front windshield. Now that they’d passed out of the compound, the sky opened up overhead. Like the ceiling of a black cathedral, speckled with thousands of points of dim, distant light.
Here, in the swath of no man’s land between established territories, very few dedicated settlements persisted—human or vampire. Just hunters, lone wolf types without a coven to claim them, and a handful of civilians too stubborn to leave their homesteads, preferring to protect their land or die trying.
It wasn’t all bad, though. Just quiet. Dark. Empty.
Things most humans feared. Things that had frighted Teddy once, too, but didn’t anymore.
“Whoa, Teddy, check it out—you can see the Milky Way tonight. Awesome.”
Pushing out an amused snort, she glanced over at Will. “You can always see the Milky Way out here.”
“Not when it’s cloudy,” Will pointed out brightly, grinning. “Or raining.”
“Right.” A good natured roll of her eyes, and Teddy leaned back into her seat. Relaxed the white knuckled grip she’d had on the wheel and pulled off the gravel road onto a proper paved one.
Little tremors still zipped down her arms, but the distraction kept the threat of spiraling into darker memories at bay.
Picking a thumbnail at the wheel, Teddy kept her eyes on the road as she said, “Thanks. For staying.” For everything.
Nothing would go back to the way it was before. The kids they’d been, all those years ago, were dead and buried. Even vengeance couldn’t change that.
But maybe closure could give them a better future to look forward to, after.
Smiling, Will slouched lower in his seat and flipped on the radio. Only a couple stations reached out this far, and of those two only one played music. Old country. Blues. Folk songs that had a distant crackle to them even without the fuzz of interference.
Will’s easy-going chuckle drifted over the crooning of a singer who'd died before they were born. “Well, someone’s gotta keep an eye on you.”
AN: those of you who saw the teaser I posted a while back might be wondering where that went, and the answer is the second half of chapter three is now becoming chapter four because this is already so long lol
I want to lay the ground work now though, and start establishing these characters properly. Even if that means taking a little more time.
Taglist: @whumpsday @writereleaserepeat @thecyrulik @lookbluesoup @cinnamon-roll-whump @whumpwillow @bloodinkandashes @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump
#whump#vampire whump#vampire whumpee#whumper turned whumpee#vampire hunter au#my writing#salt ocs#salt oc: mal#salt oc: teddy#salt oc: will
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