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desertfangs · 1 month

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Strange Happenings

I was listening to a podcast about Cattle Mutilations and then this happened. It's Armand/Daniel, circa 1975, a little more than 1000 words. I will put this in my short fic document on AO3 later.

Daniel’s blood went cold when he read the newspaper headline. He scoured the article and then checked that yes, this was the Denver paper, not some tabloid. He enjoyed a good tabloid story—and since learning that vampires were real, he suspected that some of the stranger things reported on in those rags were not entirely fiction—but this was a mainstream paper: cattle mutilations.

He looked at the grisly photo of a cow with its guts hanging out, parts of it surgically removed. Bile rose in his throat and he swallowed a swig of beer to wash it back down. Ash fell from his cigarette onto the paper and he wiped it away, ashing the cigarette in the ashtray on the small round bar table.

He poured over the article several times. The article said some people were suggesting it was prank, while others had more out-there theories. The article did not go into the specifics of what these strange theories entailed but something unnatural was definitely implied. Daniel wondered what that meant. According to the article, incidents like these had been happening for months in different areas around the state.

He was so absorbed in his reading that the movement of the chair across the table startled him and he jumped.

Armand laughed.

Bastard.

The vampire had sat, looking pleased with himself at how easily he’d managed to sneak up on Daniel. As if he didn’t do it all the damn time. Daniel glanced out the window. He hadn’t even realized it had gotten dark.

“What are you reading?” Armand asked, grabbing the newspaper and sliding it across the table before Daniel could answer.

Armand scanned the page and frowned. Daniel studied him, waiting for his reaction. It didn’t take long. Armand didn’t have to read like a mortal. He could just look at something and absorb the information. He had once insisted to Daniel that he was reading, just faster than a mortal brain could ever manage.

“Well? Is that your kind’s doing?”

Armand laughed again. “You think vampires would bother with such elaborate and silly games?”

You seem to enjoy games, Daniel thought before catching himself, remembering how easily the vampire could hear his thoughts.

“I have no interest in the blood of cows,” Armand said. “Nor do I desire to hack pieces off large animals.”

“No? Seems like it would be a fun weeknight activity for someone like you,” Daniel said, tone droll. He stubbed the butt of his cigarette against the ashtray and pulled the paper back in front of him. “Do you know what’s doing it?”

“Bored children, probably,” Armand said.

Daniel laughed. He couldn’t help it. What an absurd response! “You think kids are going out and hacking up farm animals?”

Armand shrugged. “The article suggests as much.”

It did say local teens were suspected in at least one of the incidents, a copycat prank. He tapped his fingers against the table. “So you don’t know of a creature that might do something like this?”

Armand’s expression shifted, darkening almost imperceptibly. He titled his head and examined Daniel for a long moment while Daniel tried not to squirm uncomfortably under the scrutiny. Then he said, “I’ve never heard of such a creature and I cannot fathom what form they would take.”

Daniel sighed. He folded the newspaper up. “What about Bigfoot?”

Armand blinked. “Are you asking if I believe a giant ape man is carving up cattle?”

Daniel shrugged.

“I’ve told you before, Daniel, I have no knowledge of such things existing. I am immortal, I am not all knowing.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Daniel waved his hand and lit another cigarette. “Do you kill animals often?”

Armand actually looked surprised for a moment, which made Daniel smile. It took a lot to throw Armand off kilter and Daniel took great pleasure in doing so.

Armand reached across the table and snatched the cigarette from Daniel’s mouth at a speed that made it look as if the cigarette had flown into his hand of its own accord. Daniel’s heart raced but he tried not to show the jolt of primal fear that ran through him.

Armand held the cigarette between his fingers the way Daniel did, mimicking his motions. “Humans are animals,” he said idly.

“You know that’s not what I mean. Louis said he survived on rats—"

Armand’s head shot up and there was danger in his amber eyes. Daniel swallowed uneasily and reached for his glass. “Do not think speaking to one of us at length makes you an expert. And even he told you that was not normal behavior.”

Daniel took a swig of his beer. “I’m not an expert, that’s why I’m asking you.”

Armand put the cigarette to his lips. He inhaled, and then pulled it from his mouth, staring at it like it had offended him somehow. “We survive on animal blood when there is no other alternative. It’s your blood—the blood of mortals—that truly sustains us. Nothing else is sufficient.”

Armand stared meaningfully at Daniel’s neck as he spoke and Daniel’s hand went automatically to the spot where Louis had bitten him. It had been two years but he could still feel the ghost of the wound and he often wondered how it would feel to have Armand’s fangs in his neck.

Armand’s hand jutted forward, offering Daniel back his cigarette. He took it, fingers brushing Armand’s cool fingers. He wanted to grab his hand suddenly and hold it in his, to see if it would warm up in his grasp. But Armand had already stood, pushing his chair back.

“Where are you going?” Daniel demanded, without really thinking. He should be relieved the vampire was going. He was ice cold and probably hadn’t fed, and here Daniel was, stupidly asking him all about blood. That was a recipe for getting himself on the menu.

And yet he didn’t hate the idea. Vampires could drink without killing.

Armand leaned over the table and brushed a stray hair out of Daniel’s face. “Indeed we can, but it’s not satisfying. When I drink, I ride the heart until it stops and all the life has bled out.”

Daniel’s pulse raced, ice traveling down his spine. And then Armand was gone, almost as if he’d vanished into smoke. Daniel opened the newspaper again and tried to find something to distract himself, waving to the bartender for another beer. He sure as hell wasn’t going to go back to his hotel room alone until the sun was high in the sky and it was safe to do so.

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imaginidol · 10 months

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Jongho: Only Us

“Jongho?” You look up to your close co-worker as you made your way out of the private, tinted-windowed SUV. Jongho hops out first, turning to extend his arm in your direction to help you out of the vehicle.

“Yes?” He answers gently, looking down fondly as you clumsily made your way out.

“We’ve got separate rooms, right? I wouldn’t want to cause any scandals,” you say.

“Yes, don’t worry. I triple-checked to make sure they’re two rooms.”

“Okay,” you smiled widely, excited to be invited for the first time ever to one of your closest co-worker’s business trips.

When the opportunity had come up for you to be his personalized assistant for the trip, you knew you couldn’t turn it down. Jongho was, in fact, one of your favorite people to work with at the company, and you always enjoyed spending time with him, especially when it concerned his music-related projects and photoshoots. He was just so talented, and secretly your favorite member of ATEEZ. You could never get enough of this fantastic artist.

“You can sit on the lobby couch and get comfortable while I check us in,” he says. You agree, and sit back to admire the elegant interior design and decor of the well-kept, high-end hotel.

Your eyes make way to Jongho, his tall figure standing handsomely as he leaned against the counter.

He’s so…

Your thoughts travel at the sight of his perfectly-styled hair, his dark and sophisticated outfit, the sound of his huskier voice as he slowly became more and more tired as the evening progressed…

“Here’s your room key,” he smiles, flinging the magnetic card in your direction. “Don’t sleep in.”

You take the card from your lap and almost secretly regret asking for a separate room.

“You coming?” Your thoughts are interrupted by the sight of Jongho already standing in front of the elevator with both his suitcase and yours.

“Oh, right,” you say, walking into the opened elevator doors first, at his insist.

He presses a button close to the top, just about half a dozen floors under the rooftop.

“You got us the nice rooms with the pretty views? Aren’t those, like, way super expensive?”

“You’ve always liked those kinds of views,” he smiles.

He remembered that I do, you think to yourself, recalling a time when you’d mentioned it only once to him before.

“Thank you,” you offer him your warmest smile. He nods, and places a hand against the side of your arm. You feel him slightly turn your attention to the wall behind you, and you gasp at the sight of the clear elevator wall showcasing the rising city view all around you.

You gasp in amazement at the sight of the beautifully lit city underneath, feeling yourself becoming dizzy as the ground grew more and more distant. You wobbled and took a step back to catch your balance, but Jongho was right behind you to place a reassuring arm around your shoulders.

“Don’t faint on me now,” he teased.

Soon you’re both making ways to your neighboring hotel rooms.

“I can’t wait to see mine first,” you say excitedly as you scan your card against the door scanner. You hop inside and sprint to the window, admiring the gorgeous city view in awe underneath the darkening sky.

“This is so cool,” you say, turning toward the door. Jongho hasn’t walked in, but he’s holding your suitcase in his hand.

“You can come in, you vampire,” you tease, sprinting back to the door to take your suitcase. “Come,” you say, grabbing his hand and pulling him behind you. “You’ve got to see this view!”

“You know that I have the same view in my room too, right?” He giggles, letting you drag him to the other end of the room alongside of you.

“Yeah, but it’s funner when we get to admire it together,” you say.

“Right,” he smiles. Your attention is turned towards the distant flashes of car headlights, lit-up building windows, microscopic street lamps, and more. His attention, however, was fondly turned towards you.

The way you lovingly looked at the cityscape view beyond the window brought Jongho a peaceful joy. He liked seeing you happy. The gentle admiration for you had grown closer the more you two had spent time working on projects at the company, and simultaneously gotten to know bits of your lives along the way.

You turn your attention back to him, noticing his eyes were already on you. Not knowing what to say, you turn towards the door where your suitcase sat.

“I guess I should let you get some rest,” he says, making his way towards the door. “If you need me to call you in the morning to make sure you’re awake, just let me know,” he smiled.

You nodded, tracing his footsteps as he made his way towards the door.

You didn’t know what to do or what to say. Seeing him walk out almost made you… upset.

Not in an angry way, but more so, a disappointed feeling at the sight of seeing him leave. You wanted him to stay.

It was at this very moment that you finally realized,

I like you, Jongho.

From the ways you listen to me in every one of our conversations, to the ways you remember the little things about me. From the ways you make me feel comfortable before you, to the ways you respect me and everything in between.

I miss you because I feel safe around you.

I feel safe with you.

“Uh,” you hear your voice croak through the dark room, “Jongho?”

“Yes?” He turns to face you by the doorway, pulling the last of your suitcase into your room and smiling warmly in your direction.

“Uhm,” you hear yourself start boldly, probably about to say something you knew you couldn’t regret. “I just wanted to thank you… for all the little ways you look after me. I appreciate you. I feel safe… with you.”

His loving gaze meets and locks with yours. In this moment, you finally understand: this boy likes you, too.

Jongho smiles warmly, a small laugh escaping his lips. “I’d do anything for you, you know that?”

You smile. I do.

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mommymlkrs · 1 year

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~ You Can’t Escape Destiny ~

~ Summary: Sam, Dean, and Y/n come across a profit writing books word for word off of their lives. They seek out the writer and he tells them something they may not have wanted to hear. Do they really want to try and escape destiny though?

~ Pairings: Sam Winchester x Fem Reader

~ Warnings: Smut, this is also very long.

*Based off of Season 4 Episode 18* *Spoilers*

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The bell dings as Sam and Dean enter the comic book store after being sent on a possible hunt by Castiel. They both make their way to the guy at the front counter in their black and white suits posing as FBI agents.

“Uh can I help you?” The worker says confused.

“Sure hope so, agents DeYoung and Shaw, just need to ask you a few questions.” Dean holds up his badge.

“See anything strange in the building the last couple of days?” Sam pipes in.

“Like what?”

“Strange noises? Any skittering in the walls? kind of like rats?”

“And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?” The guy asks suspiciously.

“What about cold spots? Feel any sudden drops in temperature?” Sam keeps nagging.

The worker looks like the lightbulb in his head suddenly flickered on as a smile creeps on his face.

“I knew it! You guys are LARP-ing, aren’t you?”

“Excuse me.” Dean says offended.

“You’re fans!”

“Fans of what?”

“What is LARP-ing?” They both question.

“Like you don’t know.” Still finding a bright smile on his face, Sam and Dean both look at him with confusing looks.

“Live-Action role playing, and pretty hardcore too!” He exclaims pointing towards their suits making them both look down.

“Sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You guys are asking questions like the building is haunted. Like those guys from the books. Oh what are their names..” He explains as he tries to remember.

“Supernatural.” The guy recalls as Sam and Dean are both utterly confused.

“Two guys use fake Id's with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires." He tells them. Sam and Dean both give each other confusing looks.

"What are their names? Uhh, Steve and Dirk? Sal and Dane?"

"Sam and Dean?" Sam questions.

"That's it!"

"You're saying this is a book?"

"Books, it was a series." He corrects.

"Didn't sell a lot of copies though, kind of an underground cult following."

"Let's see uhh" The worker jumps up and searches for the series within his store. Both Sam and Dean follow as he searches through the bargain bin.

"Oh yeah, that's the first one I think." He hands the book to Dean."

"Supernatural by Carver Edlund." Dean reads the title continuing when he flips the book over.

"Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths."

"Give me that." Sam grabs the book from Dean frantically scanning the book.

"We're gonna need all the copies of Supernatural you got."

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Back at the motel, Sam is seated at a desk researching on his computer, Dean is sitting on one bed reading one of their new found books, and Y/n is lying on her stomach on the other bed already starting the second in the series.

"This is freaking insane. How's this guy know all this stuff?" Dean perks up.

"You got me." Sam replies.

"everything is in here. I mean everything. To the racist truck to me having sex. I'm full frontal in here." Dean explains.

"Those were some of the best parts." Y/n chimes in joking. Both Sam and Dean look at Y/n with weird looks. Although Y/n never takes her eyes away from the words on the page she can just imagine their faces so she smirks.

"How come we haven't heard of them before?" Dean says Ignoring Y/n's comment.

"They're pretty obscure. I mean, almost zero circulation. Uhh started in 05. Publisher put out a couple dozen before going bankrupt. And the last one, 'No Rest for the Wicked ends with you going to hell." Sam faces the laptop to Dean once he sits down next to him.

"Well, I reiterate. Freaking insane. Oh and check it out, there's actually fans. Not many of them, but still. Did you read this Sam?"

"Yup."

"Really? Oh my god, you guys are like famous!" Y/n gets up to look over Dean's shoulder at the laptop.

"For fans, they do complain a lot. Listen to this. Simpatico says 'The demon story line is trite, clichéd and overall craptastic.' Yeah well screw you Simpatico, we lived it."

Y/n starts to laugh and points to the screen to read it out.

"There are Sam girls, Dean girls and Sam / Dean fans.”

"What does that mean?" Dean asks.

"As in.. Together." Answers Sam.

"Like together together?"

"Yeah."

"They do know we're brothers right?" Dean says wide eyed.

"It doesn't seem to matter."

"Oh come on. That’s just sick."

"This just keeps getting better and better." Y/n giggles.

"Oh don't worry Y/n, there's some of you too." Sam smirks.

Y/n goes wide eyed and her face heats up in embarrassment.

"I take it back, this is definitely too weird."

"Oooh look at that, 'Y/n and Sam ge-" Y/n shuts the laptop closed immediately and releases a breath she didn't know she was holding while Dean chuckles at her action.

"We gotta find this Carver Edlund."

"But how?" Y/n questions Sam.

"I don't know. No tax records, no known address. Looks like Carver Edlund is a pen name."

"Someone's gotta know who he is." Dean replies.

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"So you published the Supernatural books?" Sam questions the woman.

"Yup, gosh these books. You know they never really got the attention they deserved. All anybody wants to read anymore is that romance crap."

Both Sam and Dean give Y/n side glances knowing that's all Y/n ever reads.

"What?" Y/n whispers looking back and forth between them.

"Well, we're hoping that our article can shine a light on an underappreciated series." Sam looks back to the woman.

"Yeah, if we got a little bit of good press, then maybe we could start publishing again."

"No, no, no, no. God no. I mean why would you wanna do that? You know, it's such a complete series... What with Dean going to hell and all." Dean tries to explain.

"Oh my god, that was one of my favourite ones! Because Dean was so strong and sad and brave, and Sam, I mean, in ‘Heart’, when Sam had to kill Madison, the first girl since Jessica he really loved.." She says so excitedly.

"Totally agree, and Y/n, right guys? Personally I think she was one of the best characters." Y/n says trying not to be left out.

"Yeah.. I mean she could definitely use some character growth but she added to the story." Y/n was definitely offended by that, but the woman continued.

"I really wish I could've seen what happened with her and Sam though."

"Her and Sam?" Sam questioned her statement not understanding.

"Yeah, you know, there was definitely something between them. You guys finished the books right?"

Both Y/n and Sam's faces started to heat up trying to look anywhere but at the people in the room.

"Yeah, yeah, totally! Great books." Dean chimes in.

"How do I know you 3 are legit? Hm?" She points a finger at them.

"Oh trust me, we're legit."

"Well I don't want any smart ass article making fun of my boys." She sits down behind her desk.

"No, no, no." The 3 quickly say in sync.

"We would never." Y/n adds.

"We are actually uhm big fans, read the books cover to cover."

"What's the year and model of the car?" Clearly trying to test them.

"1967 Chevy Impala." Dean says like a proud dad.

"What's May 2nd?"

"That's my-" Y/n quickly shoves Sam's foot.

"Uhh that's Sam's birthday." Sam says correcting his mistake.

"January 24th is Dean's." Dean quickly slides that in there.

"And (your birthday) is Y/n's, i-if you wanted to know."

"Sam's score on the LSAT?" Both Y/n and Dean look at Sam.

"One... Seventy four.?"

"Dean's favourite song?"

"It's a tie. Between Zep's 'Rambling On' and 'Travelling Riverside Blues.’”

"Okay, okay. What do you wanna know?" She smiles.

"What's Carver Edlunds real name?" Sam questions.

"Oh no, no, sorry I can't do that."

"We just wanna talk to him. You know get the Supernatural story in his own words."

"He's very private."

"Please." Sam pleads.

"Like we said.. We are very big fans." Y/n explains rolling up her sleeve to show her anti-posessing tattoo eyeing Sam and Dean to do the same. They both unbutton their shirts showing their tattoo's placed on their chest.

"Awesome." The woman says nervously obviously eyeing their chests. Y/n can't help but roll her eyes.

"You know what? One sec." She pulls down her pants to show her ass. And it just so happens to be the same tattoo. Y/n makes an uncomfortable noise from her throat and coughs to interrupt the weirdness.

"Wow, you are a fan." Dean says without removing his eyes from her tattoo.

"Hah, okay, well here, his name is Chuck Shurley. And he's a genius. So don't piss him off." She explains while writing down the information.

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All 3 of them get out of the car and head to the house.

"You know what? Maybe this guy can see our futures.” Y/n says as a joke.

"Yeah, he probably has a crystal ball too." Dean making a sarcastic comment as always.

"Ha ha Dean. Lighten up once in awhile, it's just a joke." Sam chuckles at her nagging.

"See, Sam laughed, it's probably because I'm funny." She speaks while skipping on a few steps to get beside them. When she reaches them, Sam’s hand and hers accidentally touch, startling them.

"Or because you can't keep up with us, short legs." Dean remarks once making it to the porch. Dean presses the doorbell and after a few seconds a guy with brown scruffy hair opens the door squinting at them like a vampire who hasn't seen light in days.

“You Chuck Shurley?” Dean asks.

“The Chuck Shurley who wrote the Supernatural books?” Sam seconds.

“Maybe, why?” The scruffy vampire man replies suspiciously. Y/n steps up between the boys.

“I’m Y/n, this is Sam and Dean. The ones you’ve been writing about.” She explains pointing at them. The man shuts the door so Y/n raises her arm and pounds on the door. Once again the man appears in the doorway.

“Look uh, I appreciate your enthusiasm. Really, I do. It’s always nice to hear from the fans. But for your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life.” Y/n scoffs at that and stops the door when the man tries to shut it.

“So here’s the thing, Chuck. We have a life, you’ve been using it to write your books, and I’m not in the mood for crap today.” Y/n perks up and walks into his house. The brothers both look at each other not expecting that from her.

“Wait a minute, this isn’t funny.” The man stutters.

“Damn straight, it’s not funny.” Dean starts to get mad.

“Look, we just want to know how you’re doing it?” Sam asks obviously being the nice cop here.

“I’m not doing anything!”

“Are you a hunter?”

“What? No, I’m a writer.”

“Then how do you know so much about demons and tulpas and changelings?” Dean pressures.

“Is this some kind of Misery thing? It is isn’t it? It’s a Misery thing.”

“This is not a Misery thing.” Y/n chimes in.

“Believe me, we are not fans.” Explains Dean.

“Well then what do you want?”

“I’m Sam, this is Dean, and that’s Y/n.”

“Sam, Dean and Y/n are all fictional characters. I made them up. They’re not real!”

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Dean opens up the Impala’s trunk.

“Are those real guns?” Chuck asks.

“Yup, this is real rock salt, these are real fake Id’s.”

“Believe us now?” Says Y/n.

“Uh, I gotta hand it to you guys. You really are my number one fans. That’s awesome, so.. I think I got some posters in the house.” Chuck dabbles and walks back to his house.

“Chuck stop!” Deans yells.

“Wait, please, please don’t hurt me.”

“How much do you know? About the angels or Lilith breaking the seals?” Asks Sam.

“Wait a minute, how do you know about that?”

“How do you?” Y/n questions.

“Cause I wrote it.”

“You kept writing?” Questions Y/n again, curious.

“Even after the publisher went bankrupt. But those books never came out.” The 3 look at each other then Chuck.

“Okay wait wait wait, this is some kind of joke right? Did that- Did Phil put you up to this?” He laughs pointing to his left.

“Well nice to meet you. I’m Dean Winchester, this is my brother, Sam, and that’s Y/n Y/L/n.”

“Last names were never in the books. I never told anybody about that. I never even wrote that down.”

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After talking more with Chuck, they all head to the Laundromat.

“‘I’m sitting in a Laundromat, reading about myself in a Laundromat, reading about myself-‘ my head hurts.” Dean recites the paper.

“There’s gotta be something this guys not telling us.” Sam says putting his laundry in the machine.

“‘Sam tossed his gigantic darks into the machine. He was starting to have doubts about Chuck. Whether he was telling the whole truth.’”

“Stop it.” Sam now annoyed.

“‘Stop it’ Sam said.’ Guess what you do next. ‘Sam turned his back on Dean. His face brooding and pensive.’ I mean I don’t know how but this guy is doing it.”

“Yeah I mean those are definitely his brooding and pensive shoulders.” Y/n responds to Dean.

“See, I knew you were gonna say that, and Sam just thought I was a dick. As well as Y/n daydreaming about Sam’s ass.” This caught Y/n’s attention.

“It does not say that!”

“I’m pretty sure it does, look-ey here” Dean waves the paper in Y/n’s face.

“Gimme that.” Y/n scootches over to Dean on the bench to grab the paper but he waves it around out of her reach.

“Oh my god, you are so childish Dean.”

“Says the one embarrassed she got caught starin’.” Reading off the paper again, Y/n snatches the paper, crumples it and throws it in the trash.

“You gotta admit, the guys good.” Sam chuckles and tries to ignore the previous conversation.

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Back at the house trying to get more information, Chuck holds more paper.

“So you wrote another chapter?” Asks Sam.

“This was all so different before you were real.”

“We need whatever you can tell us to figure this out so just spit it out.” Y/n perks up.

“Okay, uhm this might be a little uncomfortable, but you asked so.” The 3 share glances across the room from where Dean is sitting on a chair and Sam and Y/n are sitting on the couch. Chuck sits on a stool, puts his glasses on and begins to read, obviously seeming like he doesn’t like to read his work out loud.

“‘Y/n grabs him by the edges of his unzipped jacket pulling him closer to her when he hungrily smashes his lips on hers like a wave of relief, a desire fulfilled.’ Chuck stops reading to look at the 3, who’s faces are utterly confused to see if he should read on. Y/n just knows her face is red as a tomato when she starts to feel very uncomfortable at the mention of her name. Chuck starts to read on.

“‘Sam’s hands grab her hips trying to get impossibly clos-‘“

“Okay, I don’t think we need that much information..” Sam cuts Chuck off feeling embarrassed and very sweaty at the moment. Dean chuckles at the very obvious uncomfortableness in the room.

“It’s just a draft..” Chuck states. Y/n stands from the couch.

“I’m uh super thirsty actually, do you have any water Chuck?”

“Y-Yeah, I’ll uhm go get some.”

“Great, I’ll come with you.” Y/n follows trying to leave the awkwardness as fast as possible.

Sam starts to laugh.

“What’re you laughing at?” Dean questions.

“Nothing, nothing, its just, Y/n and me? In bed?”

“Who are you trying to convince here?” Dean smirks.

“Don’t worry, I definitely don’t see you’re guys’ little glances and hand touches, and staring at the other when the other isn’t looking type of deal.”

“Dean.”

“What?” Dean says innocently causing Sam to roll his eyes.

“Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

Y/n and Chuck walk back into the room with her glass of water.

“Thank you.” Y/n says kindly avoiding eye contact with Sam as she sits on the couch but a little farther away this time trying not to make it more awkward.

“How does this whole psychic thing work?” Dean asks Chuck.

“You mean my process?”

“Yes. Your process.”

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“Come on.” Sam starts while they’re all in the Impala.

“‘The minivan accident wasn’t that bad. But Dean was still seeing stars, he scratched absently at the pink flower Band-Aid on his face..’” Y/n giggles at that from the backseat.

“So?” Questions Dean.

“So I’ve seen you gushing blood. You use duct tape and bar rags before you’d put on a pink flower Band-Aid.”

“What’s your point?”

“My point is this, all this is totally implausible. It’s nuts.”

“He’s been right about everything, you think he’ll ground out at first now?”

“‘Dean slid behind the wheel of his beloved Impala and drove off, the plastic tarp on the rear window flapping like the wings of a crow.’”

“Can we stop with these papers? Our lives aren’t a script we have to follow, reading off of these isn’t gonna help with anything right now except make you guys argue.” Y/n put her hands on the seat and leaned forward glancing between them.

“Yeah whatever, you just don’t wanna come across another part with you and Sam.” Dean smirks.

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Back at the motel Dean still seemed to have questions.

“I’m gonna go outside and try to see if I can contact Cas.”

“Don’t leave me in here Dean!” Y/n whisper yells.

“Sam’s in the shower, I’ll be like 10 minutes tops Y/n. Just don’t go hopping in there with him.” Dean smirks and shuts the door to the room.

Y/n decides to get comfy so she sits on the bed, back against the headboard and watches whatever she can find on the tv. After watching the clock, it had been 10 minutes exactly when she heard the bathroom door open. Sam walked out, damp hair and water dripping down his body with only a towel hanging on his waist. Y/n found herself staring.

“Oh, uhm I thought I heard the door close, I assumed you left with Dean.” Sam explained gathering up his clean clothes.

“He said he would be like 10 minutes, just wanted to contact Cas.”

“Oh okay.” Sam said nervously heading back to the bathroom to change. After a few minutes the bathroom door opened again and this time he had pants on but still no shirt.

“Could you uh pass me that shirt beside you?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, here.” She tossed him his shirt. He raised his arms and put his shirt on. Y/n swore she almost drooled. Sam came and sat down across from Y/n on the other bed facing her. She sat up and put her feet on the floor.

“Listen, about earlier..” Sam started as he scratched his neck. Remembering back to earlier Y/n laughed, noticing how funny it actually was.

“Which part? There was so many.” She giggled referring to all the awkward times people said something about them being together. Sam laughed too at that.

“Yeah, I just don’t want that to make things awkward between us, it’s kinda felt that way since earlier.”

“Yeah, I felt that too. But maybe Chuck was wrong? I’ve always believed we write our own futures, so fuck destiny. If we don’t feel what everyone is saying we should feel, then so what?” Sam laughed and nodded his head.

“I agree.” At that, Y/n smiled and stood up to hug Sam.

“See? All better, we can feel how we wanna feel.”

“So I can feel that I wanna tickle you?” Sam smiled and Y/n immediately gasped and tried to run away but Sam grabbed her waist and started tickling.

“SAM! I swear if you don’t stop!” Sam pushed her back onto the other bed stopping her from squirming away.

“You swear what?” Sam stopped tickling her but held her hips to the bed still. After a few moments, Y/n caught her breath but didn’t know what to say. She looked back and forth between his eyes and lips and so did Sam. Suddenly they heard voices and sat up quickly. Dean walked through the door.

“I don’t even wanna know. C’mon we are getting out of here.” Dean stated.

“What where?” Asked Sam.

“Anywhere, okay? Out of this Motel, out of this town. I don’t care if we gotta swim. We are getting out.” Dean started packing his bag.

“Why aren’t you guys moving?” Dean raised his voice.

“Listen, Chuck is not a psychic. He’s a prophet.”

“What?” Y/n stood up.

“Cas showed up. And apparently, Chuck is writing the gospel of us. Now let’s get the hell out of here.”

“It’s the middle of the night Dean, the road out of here is cut off, we can’t leave.” Y/n walked towards him.

“Fine. We are leaving as soon as the road out of here opens up.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” Dean repeated.

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That night, Dean some how ended up getting his own bed and Y/n got the other bed while Sam was stuck with the couch after very much debate between him and Y/n.

Y/n slowly opened her eyes to find it was still dark outside, she found herself thirsty so she got up to grab a water bottle out of the fridge but only found beer. ‘Liquid is liquid I guess’ she thought. Once her eyes adjusted to the room, her eyes found themselves on Sam, quietly laughing at how gigantic he was with his legs hanging off the end of the couch. She looked over to Dean but he wasn’t there.

“Dean?” She asked like he was suddenly gonna appear. She quickly made her way over to Sam shaking his shoulders to wake him up.

“Sam? Sam!” He groaned as he awoke.

“Deans not in his bed.”

“What?” Sam questioned Y/n.

‘Oh my god, his morning voice.’ Y/n thought.

“I don’t know where he is. The Impala is still outside and all of his stuff is here.”

Sam stood up to see Dean was in-fact not in his bed. ‘He doesn’t have a shirt on too? Oh my, what this man does to me.’ Y/n thought.

“Maybe he went for a walk?” Said Sam obviously too tired at the moment to focus.

“I don’t know Sam.” Sam took a step closer to Y/n to get her attention.

“Y/n, I’m sure he just went to the bar across the street or something. Let’s just go back to sleep and when we wake up I’m telling you he will be here. If he’s not, we can take as many precautions as you’d like.”

“Fine.” At that Sam took another step closer to put his fingers on her chin turning her head up to him.

“Y/n.” Sam said sternly knowing she was worried.

“It’s okay Sam, if you think he’s fine, I believe you.” Y/n explained placing her fingers on his hand. Sam smiled at that.

“Goodnight Y/n.” Sam said softly leaving her touch.

“Are you sure about that couch Sam? You didn’t look too comfortable… You can sleep in my bed if you want, I really don’t mind.” Y/n said calmly trying to act as chill as possible as she climbed in under the covers.

“You sure?”

“Just get in Sam.” She smiled at him. Sam made his way over to the side of the bed and hesitantly got under the covers as well. Y/n turned over to face Sam still smiling.

“What?” He smiled at her.

“You’re so warm, the bed was so cold before.” Y/n said, thoughts racing.

“I’ll gladly be your heater anytime Y/n.” She loved when he said her name. She shuffled a bit closer not wanting to roll off the bed during the night. At that, Sam slowly reached his hand up to brush her hair out of her face behind her ear. At the action, Y/n’s cheeks turned pink, thankful it was dark so he didn’t notice.

After a moment of staring into each others eyes, both of their gazes flickered back and forth from their eyes to each others lips. Sam leaned in slowly not wanting to accidentally get the wrong idea. His lips grazed hers and after realization Y/n pressed her lips to his. A slow kiss made faster in the moment turning his hand on her hip and hers on his cheek.

They both separated taking heavy breaths, echoing through the motel room. Y/n smirked and pulled him closer once again intertwining their mouths and pressing their bodies as close as possible to each other. Sam put both hands on her hips now turning them over so he was on top, he started kissing her jawline and down her neck giving them a break to breathe. Y/n put her hands through his hair as Sam looked up at her.

“I remember you saying ‘fuck destiny.’” Sam smirked.

“And I remember you agreeing. So shut up and kiss me Winchester.” She smiled at him and brought him up to her face connecting their lips. Sam tugged at the edge of her oversized shirt making her lean up off the bed so he could pull it off finding her without a bra. He instantly went to sucking her chest and twisting her other nipple. Y/n let out a moan and Sam smiled against her chest switching to give each the same attention.

He went back to her mouth and Y/n found the draw string to his sweatpants undoing the bow tugging at them. Sam got the hint and detached their mouths to kneel and take off his pants. He slowly reached for Y/n’s shorts and looked up at her. She smiled and nodded so he continued to pull them off her. He rubbed his fingers against her covered heat.

“Your so wet.” Sam noticed and smiled at her.

“All for you.” Y/n spoke up. Sam then hooked his fingers on either side of her hips pulling her underwear down and off. She whined at the cool air hitting her suddenly. Sam leaned down toward her heat spreading her legs with his hands and licking a stripe up her slit. Y/n moaned at his action so Sam did it again liking the sweet sounds she made. He then started sucking on her clit harshly making her squeal and try to shut her legs around his head so Sam reached both his arms under and around her thighs keeping them open for him.

He started moving his mouth around more chasing her to moan and stick her hands back in his hair pulling and tugging.

“Sam pleasee.” Y/n moaned.

“Please what? Tell me what you need sweetheart.” Sam replied against her pussy.

“I- I need more!” At that, Sam unhooked one of his arms from her thigh and stuck his finger in her hole. Y/n screamed at the sudden movements. Sam roughly moved his finger in and out adding a second one still sucking her clit.

“I- I’m gonna-“ Y/n tried to tell him.

“That’s it, cum on my fingers sweetie.” At the nickname, Y/n came on his fingers a moaning mess. Still thrusting, he let her come down from her high.

Sam sucked her juices off his fingers coming off with a pop.

“You taste so good.” Sam stated crawling back up to her to intertwine their lips. They broke apart as Y/n tugged his boxers down finding his hard cock.

“You’re so big.” Said Y/n, almost drooling. Sam chuckled and turned her on her stomach with her ass in the air. Sam stuck his arm around to her face.

“Spit.” Y/n did as told and Sam brought his hand back to stroke his cock a few times. He put one hand on her ass spreading her open for him and the other hand guiding his dick in her wet hole. He slowly went in as Y/n started to whine.

“C’mon, you can fit me honey.” She moaned at his deep soothing voice and Sam bottomed out giving her a second to adjust before he pulled out, back in, and started slamming into her from behind with both hands on her hips now bringing her hips to meet his. Their moans and groans filled the room along with the slapping of their hips.

“Sam-“ Y/n moaned into the bed gripping the sheets. Sam grabbed both her arms and pinned her wrists behind her back grunting as he pounded harder. Y/n started to whine loudly and he felt her clench causing him to roll his head back.

“You gonna cum baby?” He said to her reaching his fingers down to massage her clit.

“Mhmm.” She moaned out not being able to form words. He let go off her wrists, grabbing a fist of hair instead making her uncontrollably moan as well as her eyes rolling back in her head. Sam stopped his movement on her clit and let go of her hair before pulling out quickly to flip her body around. Her back now on the bed he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder immediately putting his cock back into her wet cunt causing her to whimper and scream. Sam leaned down grabbing the sides of her face in his palms and kissed her. While pulling away from her lips he started pounding into her like never before shaking the bed. They stared into each others eyes mouths wide open moaning. Y/n’s eyes started to get heavy and started to stutter.

“Sam, I’m-“ Sam knew what she was trying to say and continued fucking into her.

“I know baby. Cum for me.” He said between breaths feeling her starting to clench around him. Y/n moaned his name all the way through her orgasm.

“Good girl.” Y/n then began to shake at the over stimulation.

“Sammy- I ca-“

“Just a little longer sweetie, you can do it.” He reassured her and let go of her head to pound into her a little more when his thrusts started getting sloppy and his dick began to twitch. His cum shot into her causing them to both moan. He carefully pulled out and leaned down on top of her to kiss her swollen lips. She ran her fingers through his hair while both of them panted to calm down and catch their breathe. Sam lied down next to her on his side, pulled her into him by her waist and kissed the top of her head.

“I guess we can’t really escape destiny huh?” Sam joked and Y/n looked up at him kissing him again.

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Y/n’s eyes began to open immediately putting her hand up to block the bright sunlight. She looked around to find Sam’s arm draped over her waist and Dean’s bed still empty. Sam awoke from her movement.

“Hi.” Sam said fluttering his eyes open.

“Hi.” She replied smiling at him. Suddenly the motel room door opened and in walked Dean landing his eyes on them.

“So, destiny huh guys?” Dean smirked. Sam’s cheeks went pink and Y/n grabbed her pillow and tossed it at Dean.

“Hey! Watch the coffee grumpy.” Dean remarked.

“Where were you last night?” Y/n asked ignoring his comment.

“Just at the bar. Why? Seems like your guys’ minds were somewhere else.” Dean placed the coffees down and widened his eyes at the pair.

“Couch comfy Sam?” Dean asked, obviously amused. Sam just rolled his eyes at his joking behaviour.

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Vampire

Summary: On a Halloween night in the early nineties you collide with someone who changes the course of your life.

Warnings: A few swear words, making out.

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The black witches hat that had been sitting precariously on your head tumbled and fell to the sticky carpeted floor of the living room. Grumbling, you reached down to grab it, holding it tight to your chest as your eyes narrowed at the stranger who had knocked into you.

“That’s okay! I actually hate when people apologize. Like, so much!” you snipped tersely, staring at their retreating back as they stumbled after their friends like they were following the pied piper.

Silently cursing your roommate for forcing you to this frat party and then promptly ditching you your eyes swept through the living room of the house. Costumed couples made out on the couches and against the walls, a few grinding in the middle of the room as the thumping bass from a popular R&B song blared through the speakers, the bass turned up loud enough to make your body vibrate and the walls of the house to shake.

Your eyes swept through again looking for a friendly or familiar face to either chat with or maybe bribe to walk you back to your dorm. A stranger stood in the corner, gaze also scanning and you lifted your hand up in a small wave when your eyes connected, but he didn’t return it. You shrugged your shoulders not thinking much of it. Afterall it was dimly lit in the living room and maybe he also wasn’t great around strangers or large crowds.

You looked away, but there was something about him that made you turn back in his direction. When you did though he had vanished as if he hadn’t been there at all.

A frown creased your features, but you shook your head of both him and your quickly spiraling thoughts. Heading towards the kitchen the scene that met you was somehow more chaotic than what you saw in the living room.

In the middle of the room someone was chugging cans of beer so fast that the foamy liquid was spilling from the corners of his mouth making him look as if it was suffering from rabies. After each can was empty he smashed it on his forehead to wild cheers and cries from the small crowd that surrounded him.

Once again your attention was called to the corner of the room like an invisible force was guiding you to see something only you weren’t sure what it was. Your breath rose up in your throat and got stuck there when you saw it.

Saw him.

The same man from the living room and this time he was staring right at you. It should have creeped you out, but it didn’t. His gaze seemed to bore into your soul, but before you could make your way towards him another person stumbled into you, this time dumping their red solo cup of punch down the front of your black cape.

“Are you kidding me?!” You yelled louder than you intended. This was it. You were done with this stupid party and this stupid holiday and your stupid roommate. Untying your black cape in anger you crumpled it over your arm and began to march out of the kitchen, but your journey was cut short when you overheard bits of a conversation from two women you were semi-familiar with.

“Yeah, well I heard,” the first one started, Jessica or Jenna you thought her name was. She paused for dramatic effect which was more annoying than it should have been. “That she was found with two bite marks in her neck. Like you know from a vampire or a werewolf or something.”

The other friend snorted. “Babe,” she said, words slurring, “werewolves don’t leave bite marks.”

“Whatever! The point is this isn’t the first time that women have disappeared around here or been found in the woods. Michael told me that ever since that guy up in Hawkins disappeared you know the cult leader with all those kids? Well ever since he-”

Goosebumps cropped up on your arms and you stepped away knowing if you continued to eavesdrop on the rest of their conversation you wouldn’t be able to handle walking back to your dorm by yourself this late at night.

Weaving your way through the crowd you stepped onto the front porch, frustration and disappointment coursed through your veins and without looking where you were going or seeing if anyone else was around you began to rant beneath your breath.

“Stupid party, stupid holiday. Vampires and cult leaders? Get a grip that story doesn’t even make sense it’s just a stupid urban leg- oof!”

Your rant cut off suddenly when you stumbled into something hard and tall. Your eyes were slow to travel upwards, but when they did you noticed it was him. The stranger you had seen in both the living room and the kitchen.

“I am so…” Again, your words got cut off and you took a step backwards, stumbling on the edge of the last concrete step. His hand reached out to grab your wrist and you hissed at the ice cold touch of his fingers. Jesus, he was colder than death himself. Dropping his hold he stood as still as a statute drinking you in.

There was something so unusual and striking about him yet you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Tall with a cascade of kinky curls that rained down past his shoulders, eyes so dark they looked nearly black and pupiless and it’s that part of him that you focused on, but when you blinked they seemed to change color. A deep golden honey that you could get lost in. It must be a trick of the light you thought because people’s eyes don’t change colors like that. His skin was silky smooth and you could just make out hints of dark inked tattoos on his skin.

You focused on his lips next.

Plump and soft looking you wondered what it would be like to feel those lips against your skin, but as soon as the thought flitted through your mind you shook your head wondering why that had even popped up in the first place. At the corner of his mouth was a red droplet stain that for a second you thought was blood, but it was so ridiculous you convinced yourself the most likely scenario was he was drinking some of that poisonous punch back inside.

“Sorry,” you said again though you weren’t sure if you were apologizing for stumbling into him or for the rant he surely heard you had been giving or for your blatant staring. “It’s been a long and weird night.”

His head cocked to the side almost as if he was struggling to comprehend what you were saying. His gaze which had been intense from the moment you laid eyes on him seemed to only grow as he continued to stare at you, first in your eyes and then lower, to your lipstick stained lips down to your visible throat.

“Not a fan of parties?” His voice was deep, raspy, as if he hadn’t spoken a word in months and was struggling to remember how to use his vocal chords.

“Ha!” you barked out a laugh noting that he didn’t even so much as crack a smile. His tongue slid across his bottom lip and you tried not to stare at his mouth. “What gave it away? My rant? Or is it the smell of alcohol on half my costume?” You lifted your cape up like at show and tell.

For a few seconds he remained silent and it gave you a chance to look at him again, really look at him. There was a gnawing sensation in the back of your mind that you knew him from somewhere and so before he could get a word in you spoke again.

“Do we know each other?”

“No.” He said it so quickly that it raised your suspicions and your eyebrows.

“You sure? We don’t have a class together? Or a study group?” Most of your study groups were on the smaller side though and you were convinced if that was where you knew him from you’d have remembered him. “Oh! Do you work at the coffee shop or the frozen yogurt place? Because I swear I know you from somewhere!”

It was going to drive you insane until you got an answer, but he was less than forthcoming. His gaze finally broke from your neck and he met your eyes again. That golden color was so unusual they had to be contacts.

“I’m not from around here,” he said slowly, almost as if he were unsure of himself. It did little to satisfy your curiosity. In fact it just raised more questions like if he wasn’t from around here what the hell was he doing at a frat party? Peering a little closer you tried to determine his age, but it was difficult to pin down. Maybe a few years older than you? Maybe he had already graduated and had come back to visit old friends?

You rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet as more questions than answers swirled through your overtired brain.

A couple walked out, the woman dressed as Madonna and the man dressed as a mad scientist, the screen door banged against the house as the thumping bass drifted out as they began to stumble down the sidewalk, giggling and clutching to one another. The man in front of you barely gave them a second look as you watched them round the corner and disappear from sight.

Maybe you didn’t want to be alone or maybe that stupid conversation you overheard was creeping you out more than you cared to admit, but not quite ready to leave you asked him another question hoping for more than a one word response while also hoping someone else would stumble out and maybe walk you back home.

“So. What exactly are you supposed to be dressed as?” you asked in what you hoped wasn’t as rude as it sounded to your ears.

Dressed in a flannel button down shirt and a ratty black tee shirt it was hard to tell. He could have been going for that grunge, Nirvana look that became all the rage in the small college town.

He placed his hands behind his back as a twinkle formed in his eyes and he leaned a little closer. “I’m the town freak.” He waited a beat for your reaction, but you weren’t sure how you were supposed to react so you stared at him blankly trying to determine if he was joking or not. His next set of words sealed it for you. “Relax. It’s a joke.”

“Oh.” Relief crashed through you and you let out an uneasy laugh. Your gaze darted around before landing back on him. That smirk was still there though the twinkle in his eye had dimmed a little.

A slight uncomfortable silence settled over you like a warm blanket on a chilly fall night and you rubbed at your arms and wondered where you went from here.

Exhaustion nipped at your bones and with the conversation seemingly having reached its conclusion and no one else coming out you gripped your black cape a little tighter and murmured, “So. Nice talking to you, but I think I’m going to head home.” You barely made it two feet in front of you before his voice rang out chilling you to your core.

“It’s not safe to walk by yourself.”

Slowly, you turned around to face him, curious why he would say something like that.

“You know,” he started, a slow grin creeping up on his face that made him look sinister beneath the street lights, “what with all the vampires and missing women around town would hate for you to get hurt.” For just a second his teeth showed and you swore, swore on your life you saw two pointed fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth.

Your shoulders hunched, breath hitched, eyes grew comically wide as your heart slammed against your ribcage and your palms grew sweaty. That was the second time tonight someone had brought up the strange things that had been happening around town lately.

“I’m kidding,” he said after a few minutes, but it took longer for your heart to go back to its usual rhythm. “Swear I don’t mean anything by it. Overheard some girls talking about it is all.”

Oh, okay, you thought as you exhaled slowly, that made sense, he had just overheard the same conversation you had. Putting on a brave face you said, “I don’t believe in vampires.” Your fingers toyed with your cape and you wondered if he could tell how scared you were.

Again, his head cocked to the side and those intense eyes reeled you in. “Yeah? So you’re not scared to walk by yourself on Halloween night?” He wiggled his fingers in a magician's motion that made your shoulders relax further.

Okay, clearly he could tell you were scared. You glanced around the neighborhood, but aside from the party still raging inside it was dead quiet outside.

If you were honest you were terrified to walk home by yourself even if it was only a few blocks away. “Are you offering to walk with me?” Your voice came out a little breathier and more flirtatious than you had intended and for a few seconds you wondered who you were.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, another grin spread across his cheeks when he said, “what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t?”

Not the worst pickup line you had heard. Turning your head to hide your growing smile you turned around again and began walking in the direction of your dorm when he joined in, falling into step beside you.

Conversation was kept to a minimum and it allowed you to survey your surroundings and note how desolate the area was. During the daytime it was bustling with college kids out and about, parents taking their kids out in strollers, footballs being tossed around in front yards, but at night it was different.

Empty.

Too late for trick-or-treaters to still be roaming around there should have at least been teenagers too old for that causing mischief. Teepeeing people’s houses, smashing pumpkins on sidewalks and in the middle of the street. But there was no one. Not even a car had driven past since you had begun walking. And all the houses were left dark, not even a candle in the windowsill or a porch light left on by accident after the trick or treaters had left.

A gentle breeze ruffled through the treetops causing a few burnt orange and candy red apple leaves to fall to the sidewalk and when your flats stepped on them they made a satisfying crunch.

Reaching the end of the block you moved to turn right, but he had other ideas and began to cross the street, pausing in the middle of the walkway when he saw you weren’t following.

“We have to go-” you started, but he cut you off.

“This way.”

You stayed rooted to the spot when your eyes glanced up to see which way he was headed.

Towards the cemetery.

It was intimidating during the day, but at night it became otherworldly spooky. Heather gray headstones stood at attention, some of the oldest so weathered you could barely make out a name or year. Thick and tall trees covered the cemetery lot with so much foliage that even during noon on a sunny and bright summer day it was difficult to see more than a few feet in front of you.

“Come on,” he coaxed, “you're not scared are you?” He taunted you from a few feet away and for whatever reason you wanted to impress him, wanted to prove to him that you weren’t scared even though every inch of your body was screaming at you that going into that cemetery would be a very, very bad idea.

You sucked in a breath and glanced towards the cemetery and the fog that streamed through the entrance like it was straight out of a low budget horror movie.

“It’s a shortcut,” he sing-songed and you hated how that was the thing that pushed the pendulum towards going in there. “Know how bad you wanna get home.”

You weren’t sure what kind of world he was living in, but no way in hell was crossing through the town’s oldest cemetery considered a shortcut.

Your steps were slow and measured, but soon you were matched back up with him and it wasn’t until you stood in front of the entrance that it dawned on you how did he know it was a shortcut if he wasn’t from here? But just as soon as the thought flitted through your mind it dissipated when his hand reached down to grasp yours, fingers holding tight, touch still colder than the inside of a deep walk in freezer.

“Promise I won’t let anything happen.” There was something melodic and lyrical about his voice that dulled your worries and apprehensions about walking through a cemetery on Halloween, something that made you trust him despite having only known him for minutes.

The path you were on was well trodden and you wondered how many other foolish college kids had walked through here on a dare or because of stupidity.

An owl hooted in the distance and you pushed your way closer to him before peering behind you. Only a few feet in you could barely make out what was behind you. The fog was so thick and it was so dark in here, but then his fingers squeezed yours and another sense of calm washed over you and you had a thought that you’d follow this strange yet familiar man anywhere he wanted to lure you.

Your head was still cranked to the left and therefore you didn’t see the tree branch in front of you, only felt it once your feet tripped over it and you landed on your stomach, splayed out like a starfish, cape haphazardly tossed off to the side damp with dew and dead leaves.

“Shit,” you whimpered as you rolled onto your back. Your palms stung something awful and a rip formed in the hem of your black dress, but other than that you weren’t hurt. Just embarrassed. “I think this is how horror movies start?”

He smirked, didn’t ask how you were, but he did do an exaggerated fall, arms windmilling in the air as he did a dramatic trip over the same branch until he was sprawled out next to you.

Your laughter rang out in the dense cemetery and for the first time since letting him talk you into this journey you felt at ease, happy even. The night and frat party may have been a bummer, but at least you met a guy who was funny and kind of hot. Even if his looks were a little unsettling.

“What was that?” you asked, your laughter still rang out, seeming to echo throughout.

“Looked like you had so much fun I couldn’t resist joining.” He smiled and this time you didn’t notice those sharp glinting fangs you swore you had seen in front of the house. It helped to ease you further, helped to give you a little more confidence than you would normally have, but you also chalked that up to that familiarity with him that was buried deep in your bones.

“Oh, yeah, tripping in front of you was definitely fun. Love to make a fool of myself!”

His fingers inched towards yours and you had to bite back a hiss at how cold they still were, but you allowed him to take hold of your hand once again as he rolled onto his side, propping his head up with his palm.

Up close you got an even better look at him and that gnawing feeling that you knew him wasn’t leaving you alone.

Your fingers reached up, danced along his cheekbone and down to his jaw, skin still freezing, you were beginning to become accustomed to it. “How do we know each other?” you asked softly, pleadingly.

He didn’t answer your pleas. Those deep honey colored eyes searched yours as he tilted his head towards you and before you could beg him again to tell you the answer his mouth was on yours.

The kiss was cold. Like what you imagined kissing a corpse would be like. But there was also something pleasurable about it when your lips moved in time with his. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you granted him access to deepen the kiss. The hand that had been resting on his jaw slid around to the back of his neck before you tangled your fingers in his hair trying to pull him closer.

You let out a soft moan and he swallowed it down while he shifted his body closer to yours. His thigh parted your legs and like a cat in heat you began to grind against him as the kiss grew more urgent, more sloppy, more full of an animal need.

Had someone told you at the beginning of the day that by nightfall you’d be making out in a cemetery you would have laughed and told them they were full of shit. But here you were.

His teeth sunk into your lower lip, hard enough to make you whimper and to draw a tiny bit of blood. His eyes flashed dark red with blood lust and his tongue made quick work of swiping over the blood and soothing the sting.

It was a little rougher than you were into, but you got over it when his plump lips began to cross your cheek and worked their way down your neck, easily one of your biggest weak spots.

His lips didn’t stay in one particular spot for long and you quickly grew tired of his teasing even going so far as to whine pathetically, “no teasing, not fair.” Unable to talk in full sentences, his lips curled up in a smirk against the curve of your neck as you threaded your fingers through his hair, pushing his head closer when his lips connected to that one spot in the middle of your neck that drove you absolutely crazy.

“Yes,” you sighed as your head tilted to the side to give him more room to work his magic.

Sucking lightly on your skin you felt his teeth scrape over the forming bruise and part of you wanted to tell him not leave any visible marks, it was too much effort to try and cover them up and you weren’t a fan of turtlenecks, but then something happened that made it difficult for you talk or even comprehend where this was headed.

His teeth, sharp like a stinging needle pierced your neck making you cry out into the night. It hurt. Sure, you didn’t mind when things got a little rough, but this was something different, something else, something darker and older and more forbidden, something of night rumors whispered between scared villagers and spoken in hushed tones at crime scenes.

You tugged on his hair and tried to pull his mouth off your neck, but you weren’t strong enough and his teeth seemed to just sink lower, deeper as he sucked the blood from your neck.

“It… it hurts,” you whimpered, eyes flying open, but in the darkness you could hardly see a thing and he didn’t seem to be listening to a word you were saying anyways over the slurping sounds he was making.

“Shh, shh, sweet angel, it’ll only hurt for a few more minutes.” His voice rumbled against the curve of your neck and you began to feel weaker, lighter somehow, your heart was beginning to slow down and through the foggy haze of your mind things began to click into place albeit slowly.

The stories of missing women.

With bites in their neck.

HIs strange colored eyes.

Those fangs you swore you had seen, but chose not to believe because vampires weren’t fucking real.

Except they were.

And he was one.

Your heart began to beat even slower and somehow you knew you didn’t have much time left. His mouth still worked over your skin, sucking hungrily like he hadn’t eaten in years, but you both knew that wasn’t quite true.

You only had minutes left. If that. And in that time it dawned on you like the electricity coming back on after the power had gone out.

“E-Eddie… Munson. You’re the one…” you paused and had to lick your lips. It was so hard to think, but it was even harder to talk, it was like trying to speak after having walked through the desert with no water. Your tongue was stuck to the roof of your mouth, dizzy all over. “Who… disappeared. Came… came back.”

Your halted words finally made him stop drinking from your neck. He lifted his head up, red colored his lips and spilled from the corner of his mouth. It was your blood on him. It should have shocked you, grossed you out more, but you were hovering between life and death and you both knew it.

“Saw your picture… poster…” It was so hard to keep your eyes open, so hard to keep talking. But you remembered. You remembered. Those posters with the black and white picture of him, big, black, bold letters that said missing at the top in all caps posted on light poles and in the common area at school miles and miles away from where he had disappeared. Yellowed from the elements and frayed at the bottom. Never any answers to what happened to him.

Until now.

Eddie continued to stare at you, his pale fingers stroked down your jaw much like you had done to him only what? Minutes ago? Had it only been minutes ago when you were vibrant and full of life, thinking you had found someone you could maybe have a future with?

Now, now you were on the brink of death in a cemetery on Halloween night dying at the hands of a creature who shouldn’t have existed.

How fitting. Maybe you should have listened to those drunk girls discussing the missing women. Now you would be just another statistic. Another college girl gone after a night of partying. Another family with no answers to what happened.

“Didn’t think anyone around here would have known me,” he said.

He licked his lips and let out a low moan. You shivered as you heard another owl hoot in the distance. It didn’t matter if you screamed, no one could hear you and you didn’t have the strength for it anyways.

His head lowered, curls tickling your cheek as he went back to sucking at your neck, hand curled around your hip as he pressed his chest closer to yours, almost as if he couldn’t quite get enough of you.

“D-don’t… please don’t kill me,” you gasped, it was the last thing you got out before everything turned to a silky black.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson #my writing

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ih8simps · 8 days

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Im doing a rewatch of The Vampire Diaries and I must say, Klaus is just perfect lol

“Niklaus” the name slips from your tongue in a hesitant whisper.

Your mouth had shaped his name and yet your eyes couldn’t fathom that he was truly here standing before you.

He stops his prowl when he hears your voice. That infamous smirk that always seemed to be stretched across his face was suddenly wiped away. Time seems to slow until he turns on his heel to face you.

His dark blue eyes fell on you with a look of pure amazement. “Y/n”. The taste of your name felt foreign on his tongue. He hadn’t said your name in hundreds of years. He never thought he’d have a chance to ever again.

“Niklaus” you repeated his name again, trying to distract him from the chaos he was enacting. You knew Klaus had gotten worse over the years. You’d heard the stories and even seen some of the scenes he’d left behind. No part of you wanted to believe it was him because the Klaus you knew could never do the things you’d heard. Of course he was cruel when you met him, but the sheer magnitude of the evil you had seen was unfathomable.

The man you had once loved had become a monster of illustrious proportions.

“Y/n” he said your name again, this time louder “what are y- how are you here?”

“That’s not important right now, Niklaus.” His eyes narrowed at this, “right now it’s important that you release your compulsion of all of these people.”

Klaus had taken an entire bar hostage. The people were all dancing and twirling while no music played. Some had already begun to drop from pure exhaustion but still their bodies tried to move while splayed on the ground.

You’d been in this bar by pure chance.

One of your brother’s descendants lived in this town and frequented this bar. He almost looked like a pure replica of your brother and you found peace in seeing his face. Having been alive for over 900 years without your family, seeing that face gave you near celestial joy.

While watching your distant relative, your ears caught the sound of an oddly familiar laugh. Your eyes scanned the crowd until you found yourself looking at a scarily familiar face. Niklaus.

Instinctually you lowered yourself in your seat, trying to somehow disappear. How on earth was he here? You knew Klaus was alive and well somewhere on this earth but you never thought you’d ever be in the same place at the same time ever again.

You’d “died” before Klaus nearly 900 years ago. You made sure that your death was not only believable but real. You’d sacrificed yourself so that you’d never be in the palm of his hand ever again. For a short while you were dead but because of a certain original witch, your death didn’t last long. Even in death, the first hybrids mother cared for him far more than he could conceive. She’d brought back his “immortal love”, as she called you, as a final gift to her son.

While you kept your eyes trained on Klaus, you slowly rose from your seat and carefully made your way to the bathrooms. Once there, you listened carefully to every conversation in the bar until you could focus on his voice alone.

Klaus was in some kind of spat with a gentleman. It seems like the guy thought that his girlfriend, the server, was being too friendly with Niklaus. You knew instantly that the girl had to be compelled and if you knew Klaus well enough, which you did, he was probably openly feeding on the girl which would look like he was kissing her neck from the wrong angle.

Klaus seemed amused at first, until the man called him a lonely loser. You didn’t have to be in the room to know the face Klaus made hearing those words.

“Oh yeah?” You could hear the smirk on that pale face. “A lonely loser? Me? Oh no, mate. I’d say everyone in this bar is my friend.”

You could hear some shuffling and some whispered words that were even too low for your supernatural hearing to pick up. The music that was playing came to a sudden halt and then you heard the pounding of feet on the dance floor. For a moment you thought that it was because the music had stopped but the intensity of the sound told you that everyone was dancing.

“Look at that. I told them if they’re a friend of mine they should be dancing and look! Not a single person is sitting in their seats.”

You could imagine how Klaus was devilishly smiling at the man right now. Another perfect victory for the hybrid. You listened for nearly 10 minutes as the people continued to feverishly dance. Every part of you wanted to leave but how could you make a safe escape with him out there. Not only that, you’d be leaving without your brother’s doppelgänger. As if on queue you heard a sudden burst of laughter.

“Would you look at that. You there, I think I know you. Or at least I know someone who looks just like you”. A cold chill ran down your spine. Klaus couldn’t have possibly noticed him.

“Oh yes. You look so much like him. I wonder if you truly are a (L/N) or if the resemblance is simply uncanny.” You could imagine him appraising the mans face. “I think I’ll kill you off first. I never liked that smug bastard.”

Without a second thought you revealed yourself. You forced yourself to face the man whom you’d been hiding from for nearly a century and called out his name.

Klaus was still gawking at you. His dark blue eyes travelled from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. His eyes didn’t linger anywhere in particular. It just seemed as though he were trying to see if you were truly here.

“You don’t seem shocked to see me” Klaus finally spoke, “now why is that?”

Your heart, which shouldn’t have been able to beat at all, was thrumming in your chest.

There was no point in lying to him. “I think you know the answer to that, Niklaus”. He pulled in a deep breath. “How long?”

His question was met with silence. How could you confidently tell him that you’d been hiding from him since the moment you came back from the dead?

“How long?” His voice was laced with a tinge of venom. “Answer me immediately! HOW LONG?”

That rage that he could never truly contain was coming to the surface. He bared his teeth as he yelled at you, his breathing coming out in pants.

“For a long long time” you could see this answer angering him more, “I-I was there. Beside you in the shadows when they first opened the Notre Dame. You had such a beautifully astonished look on your face, Niklaus.”

The pure joy and awe you saw in his eyes that day reminded you of the boy you had fallen in love with. “Astonishing is the word you used to describe it to Elijah. You’re actually quite radiant when you’re happy, Niklaus”. An unreadable expression had replaced the anger that marred his features moments ago. An uncomfortable silence settled between you as he continued to stare.

He let out a deep breath. “Come to me and I will release them”.

“I-I can’t-“

“(Y/n)” he growled out your name, once again baring his teeth. “Come over to me immediately so that we may discuss your betrayal and I will let them go.”

You considered his words, knowing that this would be the only way to get him to let these innocent people live. For a moment you considered running, but it seems as though his age old trick of being able to read your mind hadn’t wained.

“Do not run from me, (y/n). If you try, now that I know you still draw breath” his brow crinkled at this, “I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth and take down whatever attempts to stand in my way until I have you back. Now come.”

You slowly made your way over to him, careful not to look away from his cold gaze. Klaus released a deep breath you hadn’t known he was holding when you were finally an arms length away. He reached out his hands towards you. Instinctually you flinched, unable to control your new found fear of him that you’d fostered over the years.

A look of hurt crossed his face. “Really?” He didn’t let you answer. “Do you really think I’d hurt you?”

“I’ve seen what you’re capable of, Niklaus”  He stared at you in an uncomfortable silence for a beat longer.

“No, (y/n). You haven’t seen what I am truly capable of just yet. Now tell me, who has helped you stay hidden from me all these years?” he smirked conspiratorially, “and don’t spare a single name or detail”.

#niklaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #klaus x reader #tvd x reader #the vampire diaries #x reader #Klaus

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roadkillremi · 11 months

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Love Sucks Part 1

Randy Meeks X F!Goth!Reader

Masterlist (Part 2 out now)

Warnings : Language, Stu and Billy bully Randy.

Summary : (Suggested by @saint-petah-the-good) A new girl moves to town and Randy is quick to fall in love. Despite her odd habits and weird interests the friend group takes her in.

Randy didn't know what hit him when he saw you. Your legs covered in fishnets sitting in his spot by Tatum. Your giant black sunhat shielding you from sunlight.

"Randy! This is Y/N!" Shes a horror geek like you!" Tatum smiled. Randy made a goofy smile at you, flushed from Tatum's comment. You smiled back shyly, "This is Randy, the one I told you about." Tatum said. Randy gave her a look, "You've been talking about me?!".

"Not in a bad way... Most of the time." Tatum took a bite of her salad. You looked down at a book you were reading. Randy sat down beside you, "What book are you reading?".

"Salem's lot. By Stephen King." You said not looking up from it. Randy tilted his head to see more of your face.

"You're a Stephen King Fan?"

"Who isn't?" You smiled looking over at him.

"Me." Tatum said, you gave her a little smile.

"How did you feel about the Shining?" Randy said testing you.

"The same way Stephen King did. It was horrible. I prefer the book. Cinema wasn't ready for it. You gotta find a harder way to test me." You smiled before flipping a page of your book. Randy smiled to himself, his heart was beating so loudly.

'Shes Perfect..'.

"So where ya from?" Stu leaned in. You sat up from reading and closed the book. You sighed, "My parents were lab worke rs in Alaska. They got tired of the cold.".

"I mean Alaska?! Sounds pretty boring!" Stu laughed. Tatum elbowed him, Randy tried to block Stu out.

"Do you need a job?-" Randy blurted out, his cheeks flushed. You looked over at him with a soft smile.

"Randy! You can't just ask that!" Tatum fussed. Randy didn't take his eyes off you, "Um, yeah actually..". Randy smiled, "I work at Bradley's Video..".

"Yeah it's the closest thing to a damn Blockbuster here!" Stu exclaimed. You nodded, "I'll check it out..".

"Oh! Get this, Y/N's Grandfather directed horror movies!" Tatum said impressed. Randy leaned in closer to you, you hesitated a bit when he got to close.

"No way! What movies?!" He said, his wide eyes gazing into yours. You bit your bottom lip, "Uh, nothing super popular, some alien stuff and Vampire stuff.".

"No fucking way!" Stu shouted. Randy, again ignored Stu, you gave him an awkward smile before going back to reading.

"Where the hell is Billy and Sid?" Stu asked looking around.

"Probably in a janitor's closet!" Tatum snorted. The lunch bell rang, you closed your book and slipped it into your bag.

"What's your next class?" Randy asked watching you stand up. You pulled out a crumbled paper, "Intro to Film Study's.".

"Oh, lord" Tatum mumbled.

"I do too! I can walk you there!" Randy stood up quickly. He threw his bag over his shoulder, "Sure. I'll see you later, Tatum! It was nice meeting you, Stu.". You walked along side Randy into the school.

"I knew they'd get along." Tatum said to Stu, Stu kiss her cheek.

"Yeah but she's a little weird.."

"You're weird!" Tatum joked.

Randy really couldn't keep his eyes off you. How you doodled in the margin of your notebook. Your legs crossed over each other and his eyes scanned them. Your fishnets giving him a pattern to follow.

"Y/N? Your take on Slashers?" The teacher tried to get you to jump into a discussion. You looked up, "Well, everyone says the characters act stupid. When it's portraying how people actually act in those situations. Then you have some sleep demon guy and a stalker!"

"I happen to like the stalker." A blonde girl in the back interrupted. You looked over your shoulder, "Yeah but he walks and somehow catches up. Story plot holes too. I'll like slashers more when the story makes sense.

"Sometimes story lines don't need to make sense.." Everyone went silent. Randy was surprised Billy even spoke, you looked back at him. Randy watched the interaction between you two. You narrowed your eyes a bit before turning back around. The fear of you falling for Billy's good looks faded. You went back to doodling in your notebook.

Once it was the end of class Billy went up to your desk. You didn't look at him once, "I'm guessing your Tatum's new friend?". Randy huffed before getting up, "Yeah, I'm guessing you're Billy.". You grabbed your bag before leaving, Billy smiled to himself. Randy mocked his face before walking with you.

Tatum ran up to you in the hall, "How was class?".

"It was okay." You nodded with a small smile. She smiled, "Good! So me and Stu were thinking and we wanted to invite you over to hang out this Saturday!".

"Oh, sure!" You smiled, Billy walked up beside you. Randy rolled his eyes, "I like her she's cool." Billy said as if you weren't there. Randy scoffed, Billy shot him a look.

"Well, I finished all my classes for the day. I'm gonna head home. And I might stop by that video store." You smiled at Randy as you walked away. Randy smiled, "Drive safe!", Stu laughed at him.

"You're such a dork!"

Randy rolled his eyes and walked away. He tried to ignore Stus laughs in the back. He knew liking you would be difficult due to Billy and Stu.

Randy focused on restocking the VHS tapes. He huffed to himself and checked his watch. 4:27pm, you still didn't show up, maybe you were just being nice. He kept stocking the shelves, a tap on his shoulder made him jump back.

"Sorry." You softly said. Randy smiled and scratched the back of his head.

"It's fine. Um, were you wanting to get the job?" Randy glanced over at his boss then you.

"Sure, I could use one. Besides it'll be nice to work with a friend." You smiled at him. His stomach flopped, 'Friend' he didn't want to be a friend. He took a deep breath, "Uh, I'll go tell my boss. Stay here." He smiled and walked over.

"Hey, Bradley! I got a customer wanting to apply for a job here."

Bradley looked over Randy's shoulder to spot you. He sighed, "You find the most odd kids.".

"Please. She's real nice and like movies.. and-"

"You like her?-" Bradley smiled. Randy rolled his eyes, "Maybe that's not the point.".

"Fine but if she screws up. It'll cost you your job. Send her over here."

Randy walked over to you reading the back of movies. He smiled to himself, "Uh, he's ready to meet with you.". You looked up and put the movie down, 'Prom Night, good choice.' Randy thought to himself.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. I'm 18 and I moved with my parents from Alaska. I have a car and am able to work after school and on weekends." You smiled. Bradley looked at Randy then back at you.

"Great, have Randy show you the ropes, I'll get you a name tag.".

"That was easy..." Randy mumbled. You shrugged, "So, how do you work here?". Randy went behind the counter, "So we ring customers here, obviously. Then if someone returns them you ring them and put them in the cart. The cart gets restocked and it's a whole cycle!" Randy puts his elbow on the counter. You nodded, "Okay Cool.".

"Why did you move out here?" Randy asked.

"Sick of the cold."

"and the dark?"

"Kinda. I actually like the night, I uh sunburn easily." You softly smile. A customer walked to the counter, Randy showed you exactly how to ring up their rental. His hand would brush over yours. He'd try his best to be smooth like in the movies. You would just whisper sorry and not catch on.

"Okay, Y/N I expect you to work tomorrow but not this weekend, got it?"

"Yes, sir." You smiled at him before heading out the door. Randy caught up to you holding the door open.

"I'm glad he hired you."

"me too. But it's thanks to you really. I wouldn't have known about this place if it wasn't for you.".

"wanna get some burgers?" Randy asked. Your eyes widen from surprise, "Sure! Do you need a ride?".

"Yeah, kinda" he smiled. You walked to your car unlocking it, he hopped in quickly making himself at home.

"I hope you don't mind rock music.." you said as you buckled your seatbelt. Randy shrugged, "It doesn't bother me.". You nodded as you started the car, rock music blasted immediately. You turned it down a bit, "Sorry.".

"It's fine. We can go to In and Out for burgers.".

"I've never been there so you're gonna have to tell me.."

"Whoa! You've never been to In and Out?!"

"No.." you smiled.

"Gosh, well you're gonna thank me. Their burgers are delicious."

"I'll be the judge of that.".

Randy watched you drive, your skirt riding up from you pressing the gas. He looked away, "Any idea what you're doing for college?".

You shrugged, "College is still a question for me. What about you?".

"Easy, I wanna be a director. Actually make good films." Randy said. You nodded, "I can see that, Have you written a film?".

"God no. I can't write for shit! If you were to go to college what would you major in?"

"Um, screenwriting and Biology."

"So you are a nerd" Randy smiled. You gave him a smile, "Maybe a little. I just think living is... Fascinating..".

Randy laid on his unmade bed, he couldn't believe his luck. He actually ate dinner with a girl, maybe it wasn't a date but it was a step. He smiled to himself thinking about your smile and how you were a messy eater. You even gave him your home phone number. He hugged his pillow, maybe he could actually pull this off. He listened to your stories and your interests very closely.

You talked about how Morticia Addams was like an idol to you. How you seen all the episodes to the Addams family and the Beetlejuice cartoon series. Then you both talked about horror movies, explaining to him how Childs Play is more of an Horror Comedy. He sat up and leaned over to his phone dialing in your number.

"Hello?" You picked up your voice was a bit groggy, maybe even deeper.

"Hey, it's Randy."

"Oh, Hey Randy! Everything okay?"

Randy fidgeted with the phone cord, "Yeah just wanted to say hi, did I wake you up?!".

"No, I have a hard time sleeping. Is there anything you wanna talk about?".

"Um.."

Shit, Randy panicked not knowing what to say, "What movie should we watch at Stus Saturday?".

"Oh, hmm well we could watch Childs Play.." he heard your smile through the phone.

"Of course I can rent it Tomorrow at work."

"Awesome. Goodnight, Randy. I'll see you at school!"

"Night."

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queen-of-the-avengers · 2 months

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New World Order: Part Four

Pairing: Zombie!Steve Rogers x Vampire!Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: angst, minor fluff at the end

Summary: Operation: Cure isn't going as well as you thought it would, but you're not going to give up until you have the humans on your side. You're getting Steve back whether you have help or not.

New World Order Masterlist

Squares Filled: “not bad for the end of the world” (2021) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Operation: Cure isn’t going as well as you hoped. Getting into a human camp is proving to be much harder than you thought it was going to be. They take protection very seriously and built walls only you can climb over. If you were to do that, they’d know you’re a vampire and shoot at you until you died. The main entrances are blocked by guards who have scanners that can detect the vampire and zombie virus.

One scan of your eye, and they’d know your bloody secret.

If you’re going to get in, you have to find a weak spot and sneak in. Every camp has one or two, and every camp has those rebellious groups who will sneak out to either raid empty stores or explore the dead world on their own. It’s not safe for humans to be out by themselves but that was then. This is now.

After days of scouring the outside of a camp, you find a spot that is most likely going to be your only access point. The break in the barbed wires goes straight into tunnels that lead right into the heart of the camp. To get a feel of what you might be walking into, you and Steve are in a skyscraper next door that overlooks the entire camp. With your enhanced vision, you’re able to see everything and everyone go about their lives.

There is one person you’re watching in particular because she is going to be the only one who might be able to help you… if she hasn’t already forgotten you.

You sigh and lean against the broken window you’re looking out of. Is this a bad idea? Should you just give up on this hope of a cure? No, Steve has come so far, he’s getting a lot better. He still has trouble talking but he doesn’t stutter anymore. He just has a hard time saying certain words. The other zombies have made progress just by watching you and Steve. The cure is out there and it’s up to the humans if they want to believe in one or not.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks.

“Just thinking. I hope this works.”

“Me too.”

“Not bad for the end of the world,” you comment and observe the broken world. “My sister is in there. She made it to a safe camp. It’s been years since I’ve seen her. I hope she remembers me.”

“Family will always stick together,” Steve stutters.

“Yeah,” you whisper and look away from the camp. “Well, if we’re going to sneak inside, we have to do something about your look. You’re doing a lot better but you still look dead. Luckily, I have makeup for you.”

“No.”

“Yes,” you smile. “I was saving it for a date but being a vampire kind of ruins the mood. Now, it’s for you.”

You jump away from the window and pull Steve closer to you. It’s dark outside still, but your enhanced vision makes it easier to see what you’re doing to him. You’ve collected different kinds of makeup over the years so you have a shade that would match Steve if he had blood circulating through his veins. You put blush on his cheeks and some contour to make it seem like he is alive.

“I’d say I did a pretty good job.” You grab a shattered piece of reflective glass and hold it up to him. “What do you think?”

“It’s good, I think,” he smiles crookedly.

“Great. I found the opening. I know where my sister is. We should go now before it’s sunset. It’ll be easier to blend in.”

“Okay,” he nods.

You and Steve make your way to the ground level and walk over to the space where the barbed wire is broken. You peel back the wire to make the opening bigger for you two to sneak through. Steve goes first and you follow shortly after, hissing in pain when one of the spikes cuts your arm.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just got cut.” You look at your arm and see the wound closing instantly. “I’m okay. Come on.” You take the lead and head down the musty tunnel until you get to the other end. People pass by it without a care in the world but you’re going to try and blend in a smooch as possible. “Don’t make eye contact with anyone. Try to look alive.”

“Okay,” he nods.

You move the wooden board out of the way and quickly get out, helping Steve do the same. People pass by without a second glance so this kind of behavior might be normal here. You put the hood over your head and stick your hands in your pockets as you try and find your sister. You two had such a great relationship that you’re somewhat confident she will believe you if you tell her about Steve.

You keep Steve close as you look for your sister and find her near one of the military camps inside. Each human camp has a military base that is the front line if something were to happen. They send out their soldiers for food, medicine, and anything they might need on the outside. They raid neighborhoods and take down anyone who shows slight signs of being infected.

“Amanda,” you hiss quietly. She looks up at hearing her name but doesn't see you yet. “Over here.”

She looks over at you and gasps loudly. She apologizes to the men around her and scurries over to you.

“Oh, my God! Y/N! Where the hell have you been? I thought you died!” She pulls you in for a hug but freezes when she feels you against her. Vampires are naturally cold to the touch and she can feel how cold you are through your clothes. “Did you… die?”

“Amanda, I need your help.”

“Are you…?”

“Please, Mandy. Can we talk in private?”

Amanda looks at Steve in suspicion and then at you with the same look. She nods and takes you off to the side away from the military men.

“Where have you been this whole time?”

You have to trust her. This is where you tell her everything that happened to you from the moment you got killed to meeting Steve after all this time to working with him for months. She doesn’t say anything and listens to your every word. If she doesn’t believe you or starts shooting, you’ll run from here and never come back. This is your only shot. No other human is going to take the time to listen to you.

“You died?” she whispers.

“Yeah, I did. I promise I am not going to hurt anyone here. Steve won’t hurt anyone either. He’s curing himself. All of them are. Mandy, there is a whole community of zombies out there who are curing themselves because of Steve and I. We can cure them if only we give them a chance to. You have to believe me.”

“I do,” she nods. “Wow, I never knew something like this was possible.”

“Me either. Is there anyone you can talk to here who can help? This will only work if we get everyone on board.”

“My boyfriend is the military leader. Let me talk to him.”

Mandy leaves you two to go talk to her boyfriend but you and Steve follow her so he can get a chance to see him. He’s busy talking with his fellow soldiers about an attack they think is coming. They’ve been noticing the zombies banding together so they assume the worst when really, you’ve been helping them be in touch with their inner humanity.

“Issac? Hey, can I talk to you for a second?”

“I told you to stay inside, Amanda.”

“I know but I really have to talk to you.”

He sighs and excuses himself so he can give her his full attention. He notices you behind her and immediately glares. He knows everyone in this camp and he has not seen you around before today.

“Who is she?”

“That’s Y/N, my sister. I told you about her.”

“You said she was dead.”

“I thought she was.”

“How did you get in here? I know everyone who passes through my front door.”

“Listen, we think the zombies are curing themselves.”

“Curing themselves? No, they are not curing themselves. They take what they want and destroy lives. They killed your parents, they killed my sister, and they will kill us if we’re not careful.”

“Issac, they are curing themselves. You just have to trust me on this. This virus, this disease is something we’re not familiar with. I think we give them a chance, they can turn back to humans.”

“No offense to you, Y/N, but I don’t have to believe shit. Now, I don’t know how you got in here but get the hell out of my camp.”

Issac steps around you to leave when he almost crashes into Steve. Steve backs up and smooths down his shirt nervously to make himself more presentable. Issac narrows his eyes in suspicion and looks him up and down.

“Who are you?”

“That’s Steve, my boyfriend,” you state.

He takes a step back and crosses his arms.

“I didn’t ask you. I asked him. Who are you?” Steve becomes super nervous and stutters pretty badly but can’t actually say a word. “You’re a zombie?”

You step closer to him and Issac to prevent something bad from happening.

“I need you to listen to me. I triggered something in him that triggered something in all of them.” Issac whips out his gun, shoves you to the side, shoves his gun in Steve’s face, and pins him to the wall. “No!”

“Now he’s triggered something in me.”

“We want to help,” Steve stuttered.

“They don’t want to attack. They want to help,” Amanda says.

“We’re getting better,” Steve pleads.

“No, things don’t get better. Things get worse. People get bit, they get infected, then I shoot them in the head. That’s what happened to my sister, and that’s what gonna happen to him,” Issac glares.

Issac raises his gun to Steve’s head but you grab Issac’s wrist tightly. Veins appear underneath your eyes and your fangs slide out from your gums.

“I’m sorry but I can’t let you do that.” You squeeze his wrist enough to make him drop the gun in pain. You look at Steve who has wide eyes. “Go. Get back to where we came in. I’m right behind you.”

Steve knows you have super speed and can catch up to him easily so he immediately runs back to the tunnels. Once you know he is a safe distance from Issac, you let go of his wrist.

“I’m sorry,” Amanda frowns.

“Don’t be. I tried. I’ll see you later.” You use your super speed to head back to Steve who just got to the tunnels. “Man, that could have gone a lot better.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve sighs.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault. Humans are scared and when they’re scared, they lash out. We’ll have to try again.” Suddenly, the alarms start blaring and lights light up the entire tunnel. Shit, they’re coming for you. “Run!”

You take Steve’s hand and run as fast as he can to the other end of the tunnel. You don’t care that the barbed wire cuts you when you pass through it, but you make sure Steve doesn’t get cut. Now that you’re out, you can go anywhere and hide but once the humans have their mind set on something, they’ll finish it until the end.

Issac and his soldiers find the entry point that leads into the outside world and comes in drones. The other zombies are waiting for your return but see Issac and his army come rushing behind you. They start shooting but you push Steve out of the way so he doesn’t get hit. The other zombies don’t want to turn and run since you taught them to fight for themselves. Instead of fleeing, you turn to the humans with your vampire face out.

You don’t want to hurt any of them but you do need to teach them a lesson. Issac raises his gun and shoots at you but you use your speed to get away from the bullet. Instead of hitting you like it should have, the bullet goes into Steve’s shoulder.

“Ow!” Steve gasps and falls to the ground.

“Steve!” You rush over to your boyfriend and kneel on the ground to make sure he is alright. The first thing you smell is blood, and you know it’s not yours since you didn't get shot. “Wait! He’s bleeding! You shot him and he’s bleeding!” Issac and his armies stop and stare at you and Steve. “Zombies don’t bleed. I told you they’re curing themselves!”

“I’m bleeding.”

You look in Steve’s eyes and see life. They are a much brighter blue than before and so full of life that it makes you cry.

“He’s bleeding. He’s not dead anymore,” you cry and look at Issac. “We can help them--all of them.”

The zombies have a cure waiting for them at the end of the road while you’ll still be stuck like this. You’re not sure if you’ll ever be cured but you’ll help them if you can; you’ll do anything. It all starts with Steve.

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Caught’cha

A Zilya x Tassian Canon Snz Fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Snz Fic, Forced Induce, Dom/Sub, Bratty Sub,

Edging, slight CNC

Description: Tass has been invited to stay in the Vampire’s den. Zilya is trying to remain a good host, but they find the little Jackalope snooping in places he doesn’t belong, and something inside Z snaps.

Based loosely off a prompt by Mochisnz

Author’s Notes: oops another ship. Can you tell what inspired these two ? 🫠🫠🫠 It’s Baldur’s Gate. Ok. Zilya is a product of my unhinged addiction to the new RPG. I needed a vampire OC because god damn does my blood kink run deep. Anyway! I hope you guys love these two 🫠 @aller-geez owns Tass and did the art as usual!

In the night, crept a tall figure, pale salmon eyes scanning over the landscape as if it had a deadline to meet. They did. Zilya was on the hunt, starving after neglecting their thirst for an extra day. It was hard to go out and hunt between campers and nearby hikers. They often found the best times to hunt were the colder months, when people were less likely to be wandering their property. There was a scent, one they’d been trailing for a minute, stalking through the tall unkempt grass of their land.

Under the glowing moonlight, they stay silent as they crept through the brush, eventually the smell of irresistible crimson liquid was getting closer and closer. Then, they spotted them, horns in the distance. More than likely a young buck of sorts. Zilya licked their lips with anticipation, if they lucked out, it would be practically bursting with blood. Almost salivating at the opportunity, the vampire squatted down, keeping those diluted coral eyes locked on target.

Waiting a few moments, making sure the creature wouldn’t stir, Z leapt from position their hands immediately grasping hold of the velvety antlers that essentially was their target. They both collapsed to the ground in a struggle.

“Hey what the fuck?!” A voice cried out upon being tackled. Zilya, realizing sooner rather than later, they were gripping a…hybrid creature of sorts? They scrambled backward, eyes widened with shock.

“Thee…is no buck? What’s this?” Tilting their head with confusion, scanning the creature in front of them. Seemed human, but adorned long ears like a rabbit, and horns like that of a deer. Zilya was properly perplexed, having never heard or seen such a being.

“Yeah, no kidding, I’m a fucking person, you creep! Why’d you do that??” Brushing the dirt off his sleeves, and rear end from having been tackled into the ground, he narrowed his eyes sharply at the practically frozen being in front of him.

“If thee a person why does’t thou look like an animal?” Looking at the other up and down, his dialect threw the jackalope off but he instead crossed his arms over his chest and looked back at the other with a questionable expression.

“You sure ask a lot of questions for someone I don’t know,” throwing out a bit of attitude as a deflection from how absolutely terrified he felt inside. Who was this person? Why were they out here? Why were they manhandling deer at 1 in the morning?

“And thee sure aren’t keen to answering thy questions of thine owner to this property,” Standing straight again, Z also crossed their arms in reflective defense.

“W-what?” Blinking with surprise, it was news to him that anyone owned this hunk of junk land, he couldn’t even remember seeing a house nearby just an old abandoned creepy castle.

“This is my field, I own all 28 acres of this land around the Castle…what? Did thy think it was just free ??” Zilya scoffed at the other, rolling their eyes a bit at the audacity of this land intruder.

“Kinda yeah….well, my bad, I’ve been staying in a tent nearby I hope that’s….cool?” Scratching the back of his shoulder nervously, looking around for an easy escape INCASE the other wanted to turn violent upon learning of his squatting. Never letting his guard down.

“Cool? Thee sleeping outside?” Zilya raised a thin white brow, almost unnerved to hear that someone was just, sleeping outside in the grass.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal though right?” Tassian shrugged his shoulders, it hadn’t been the first time and it wouldn’t be his last, he was like a traveling nomad! Yeah! Not homeless, that sounded….well, pathetic.

“Well if thee need somewhere to sleep, and swear not to drive a stake through my chest…might I offer a stay in the castle til thee find other arrangements?” the tall figure spoke with elegance, almost high society with a slight accent.

“You’re the stranger offering me a place to stay, usually isn’t that the first warning sign that YOU’RE in fact gonna kill me? Also why a stake? That’s oddly specific…” he stepped back one single step, squinting his eyes again.

“Uh, no reason just a metaphor,” Z quickly recovered. If they told the man now, it was bound to scare him off and truthfully, it would be so nice to have company for once. “Zilya Fae, nice to make thy acquaintance,” sticking their hand out for a proper greeting.

“Tass,” the dark haired male responds apprehensively taking the other’s hand in his own. The strange being’s skin was cold to the touch, it caused Tass to shiver unexpectedly, pulling away he looked the other up and down.

“Okay….let me just grab my things and I guess you can just lead the way?” Already starting to walk in the direction of where he was camping out at. Z following close behind.

“Sounds swell, shall I help thou carry thine things? I do have some decently working hands,” they came across a small clearing of grass with a tent, and backpack set up in the middle. Tass walked over to it and began to deconstruct the tent, slipping the parts back into his bag. Rolling up the tarp, and clasping it to the bag it self via straps and buckles.

“No need, it’s all made to be carried in one heave,” Tass shrugged his shoulders simply, he had made sure his setup wasn’t too complicated, or risk losing things when having to leave in a hurry. Together the two walked in awkward silence before reaching the front of the castle, they stopped. Tass was feeling apprehensive, unsure of this decision with how darkened the area was. Clearly no electricity.

This place was strange, completely out the ordinary. Half of the large “abandoned” castle was dilapidated, crumbling at the seams, and the other half was almost unscathed. Possibly a fallen tree or bad storm had taken down the left hand side. Tass looks over at the tall, dark, looming presence in front of him. Does he accept the invitation into the other’s home? His down stretched pierced rabbit ears twitched with caution, it had been so long since he hadn’t slept on the ground….it might be nice.

“You’re sure you’re not going to rip my skin off and wear it like a Halloween costume later?” Raising a questioning brow, taking one step back, with the strange, almost grey skinned, being leering at him. Zilya couldn’t help but let out a genuine chortle of laughter. Almost unsettling how quickly, and exponentially the sound was that escaped them.

“Of course not…I don’t celebrate Halloween,” their attempt at a joke that only caused Tass to hesitate within the doorway as they were making their way in.

“Alright well….can I use the bathroom? It’d be nice to shower,” trying to brush past the awkwardness of the entire conversation, and situation, he figured he could at least get clean before settling into the scariest place he’d ever stepped foot in.

“Sure but, let me start up the broiler, least thee want a cold sho-…” already making their way toward the large hall before he was stopped with Tass’s sudden response.

“I do,” Zilya paused, he turned and looked at the Jackalope with a puzzled expression.

“Thy guest…wants a cold shower?” Nodding in response before they could finish the thought, Tassian interjected.

“Yes, I do,” repeating himself once again, orange eyes looking Zilya up and down for any more context clues of what kind of person he was up against. Truthfully, the Jackalope just didn’t want to burden the other more than he was, but also, couldn’t be left alone in this place nor have the courage to follow the stranger any further into the darkened domicile.

“If that is what thee so wish, I shan’t be the one to cease thine actions…do as thy will, please,” they nodded toward him now. Tassian thought this whole gentleman’s tone was strange, also probably full of shit but they hadn’t seemed to drop the act yet, so he couldn’t help but wonder if this really was just who they were.

“You’re a weird man….” Shaking his head slowly back and forth in bewilderment. He’d never met someone so, peculiar before.

“Oh, I am not a man, but thank you,” Zilya responded almost too casually. Tass couldn’t put his finger on it, there was something off about this person, and not how they identified, everything they were.

“You’re not?” Asking for clarification on what exactly he was confronted with.

“No, I do not identify neither male or female, I simply am Z, or Zilya, nothing more or less,” Tassian nodded with understanding, Zilya just seemed to intrigue him more and more by the minute they spoke. He’d never met someone who didn’t resonate with either male or female before. How interesting.

“Noted, alright then Z, you strange…being you,” floating his hands around like the other was made of magic or from another planet, which made the vampire’s lip turn up into a delighted smirk. “I’m gonna go take a shower,” setting his stuff lazily onto the ground, he rustled through it, picking out a pair of pajamas and his toiletries bag.

“Enjoy!” Neither of them acute enough to realize Tass had never been here before, and it was a relatively gigantic place to be inside of. Tass turned around and waltzed his way through the hall way. After a while of walking, Tass only started to realize, he’d forgotten directions.

He’d also, already made a few turns in hopes his instinct could find where he was going. It couldn’t. Well, he WAS inside a giant cool castle, why not explore then? Creeping around the halls silently the Jackalope turned a corner and noticed a very large stone chamber. “What’s this?” He wondered out loud, stepping through the intricately carved archway. Ivory vines and roses littered the surfaces of trim along the walls of the area, and one large black coffin that stood out, in the middle of the room. “…a coffin?” At first, Tass didn’t think much of it, maybe Z just slept in a coffin. The other was off putting, awkward and weirdly beautiful. It didn’t make sense, until it did.

“Mother fucker….didn’t invite me to be nice, they’re trying to eat me!” He stumbled back, but found himself hitting a wall. Or was it? Zilya quickly brought their hands up to his shoulders and gripped them tightly.

“This doesn’t look like the bathroom to me,” a much darker, and deeper voice than the one he’d met before, echoed from behind him. Tass froze immediately within the other’s grasp.

“I uh…I…you…” taken completely off guard he could speak, like the cat had gotten his tongue.

“I, uh, me? What?” They chuckled after mocking the stuttering jackalope. “That I’m a Vampire? Yes, I am, and thou also, snooping where thee don’t belong,” clicking their tongue with disapproval, there was one thing Zilya didn’t like, was those who couldn’t ask or mind their own. So much for secrecy.

“N-no! You didn’t tell me where t-to go!” Trying to excuse himself of blame. It was true, he didn’t know where to go, but also, there was an easier way to fix that problem besides venturing further into the unknown.

“Thou didn’t think to turn around and ask, hm?” Z turned their head to look up at them now, fingers gripping the prey’s chin tightly.

“I-…..got lost,” his legs buckled, this strange new aura, almost like he was conversing with a whole new person. Was this Z? Or was this the vampire? Were they one and the same? Or was he just manipulated?

“No, thee went SNOOPING,” snapping from their once calm and cool composure, their fingers curled inward as they clasped around the other’s delicate jaw, squeezing it with the intention of showing the other they could easily crush his jaw into dust. Though they wouldn’t. There were two sides of this creature, one they weren’t so proud of, and who they presented to be. They couldn’t control the rage, the bloodlust, the power.

“Get off my ass will you?” Trying to brush the incident off as an accident, and trying to appear tougher than he really was. Truthfully, it was a no big deal Oopsie poopsie moment, but Zilya wasn’t going to let it go. There were morals, principles one should stick by. Snooping someone’s home in the guise of not knowing better, as an adult, was crossing a line.

“No, you need to be punished,” Z stated firmly, towering over the slightly shaking Jackalope.

“W-?! PUNISHED?” What did they mean by that! Surely not….killing him right?

Without a word more, Zilya gripped the other’s throat tightly in their grasp, dragging him over to the coffin, shoveling the lid aside. It crashed to the floor with a loud “Bang” as Zilya crawled inside and forced the male into his lap.

“H- Hey!” Blushing profusely, his heart racing and his body reacting the opposite of which he thought it might be, ya know, being forcibly grabbed by a monster and what not. “Let go! St-stop! Don’t suck my blood!” Protesting loudly.

“Hah! Suck thy blood? I don’t need to do that to teach thee a lesson, please,” ridiculing the other for even suggesting such a low level way to show who’s in charge. “I have other ways of making thee squirm, hm?” With their free hand, Z pulled a single feather out from the inside of their jacket. The feather was black, sleek, that of a raven or crow. Tass watched as it slowly came to his face. “Now thy is going to count to ten, hm? Don’t fuck this up, or thee will start from the beginning,” they gently brushed the softened material against the other’s nose, already twitching and twisting to fight off the sensations it cursed him with.

“N-no! Stop it!” His face tickled, he tried to squirm and fight it but being trapped within Zilya’s grasp was unmatched. His nose already flexing and stretching against the feather.

“Count to 10 without exploding,” Z responded calmly, ignoring the other’s fussing and fighting as they dragged the feather across his ticklish flesh.

“Hnnn…n-no!” Swiping his face back and forth but only making his situation worse by helping the feather move across his nose to a faster pace. He could feel the walls of his nostrils filling up, that familiar itch in the back of his throat, the tingle of movement as it threatened to overflow.

“The faster thee cooperates, the sooner thy will be out of this predicament, now count,” the vampire commanded sternly, never letting up on their affairs. Eyes fixated on every twitch and jerk of Tass’s defiant nose.

“……O-One h-H…” it built up, Z continued to tenderly brush the feather underneath the smaller’s twittering nostrils. His breathe caught in his throat, and he swore it was going to be the end of him, but he had to hold up. He sniffed softly, trying his best to contain any mess from escaping down his face.

“Now two,” Z’s velvet like voice almost brought a sense of comfort now as it softened with each accomplished count. It was a double edged sword, while he hated it, he also found himself reacting positively, his mind frenzied with lust. Yet, he would die before admitting it. He continued to fight.

“T-..hAh-…Hi’—…Two…” he struggled against that one, the feather splitting and tickling upward the little hairs living inside those holes. He wasn’t sure he was going to be able to make it.

“Three,” the other continued to encourage him through it, hand delicately wafting and swiping the feather over the very tip of Tassian’s struggling face. All the while, their whole body turned hot, enjoying the sight of this far more than he would have drinking the blood of some random animal tonight. No, he could hold off a few more hours so long as this could satiate something inside of him.

“Th— TS’GKNT!!!” There it went, decorating the vampire’s busy hand in glistening droplets of projectile saliva. Zilya swallowed the urge to moan by biting their lower lip.

“Start over,” clearing their throat, Z’s eyes narrowed, and that domineering attitude was back, almost impossible for Tassian to get a grip over.

“Pl-please…” he tried begging. He couldn’t do it, there would be no way to survive this. He snuffled loudly. “Sndf…”

“No, I didn’t ask thou to beg, I asked thee to count,” again, they were stern, the words harsh as they spoke them. Tass sighed, trying to catch his breath, before soon he found Zilya returning to their motions. It drifted over his nose, cheeks and chin, only for it to get dragged back up, and under his tormented, leaking nose across the top of his shuddering lip. A glimmer of moist sheen reflected off the edge of the feather now making them both aware that Tass was unable to keep up the act much longer.

“Nnnnh..O-One,” Tass tried once more, he would at least put his best foot forward.

“Good, now two,” Pressing him further, Zilya rapidly flittered the top of the softened object against Tassian’s nose, fast and uncalculated.

“Tw-………..” he paused, his breath caught and he hicked slightly before catching himself. His jaw slung open in response but quickly he snapped it shut and swallowed the feeling of it about to burst from within him. “Two,”

“Three,” impressed by the other’s will and strength to keep himself at bay, but Zilya was determined to get him to crack again. Their groin burning from want and need at the sight of him struggling against it.

“Thre-..three Hh’ih…” the sweet sound of each hitch and hick was only furtherly driving them mad, the silence between each one filled by their labored breaths.

“Aht don’t crash now, come on, four,” Pushing the other further down the rabbit hole.

“Fah….fahwr SNndf,” maybe if he could just inhale some of that ick that threatened to leak out, he could manage to get himself to the count of ten. A loud snort emitted as he tried to clear his sinuses, but only managing to stop himself from pouring out all over his own mouth. He was still determined, he could do it.

“Five,” Tassian heard the next number and then his resolve faulted, wavering in uncertainty that he could manage, because as the word fell off Zilya’s lips, the jackalope found his body trembling just trying to keep himself from erupting loudly.

“Fiiiiii-..ve..” struggling to get through it, he managed, releasing a breath that wasn’t almost a sigh of relief.

“Almost there, half way, come on,” Zilya was feeling prideful in between the carnal lust they were also feeling for the sneezing hybrid. Look how far he had come, just 5 more to go.

“S…sih’ S’ih…S’HI’TSCH!” So close but yet so far away as the jackalope felt crushed under the weight of his own inability to just hold it in. He sniffled loudly, rubbing the back of his nose with his hand trying to erase himself of this painfully ticklish predicament.

“You were so close….come on, start over,” Z clicked his tongue, shaking his head back and forth before commanding the other to continue.

“Please…I’ll give h’Hi..you anything…” the vampire laughed, fully, it boomed and bounced off the stone walls. The little jackalope just didn’t get it.

“This is what I want, to see thee suffer under the fate of my hands….watching thy face exhaust itself as I relentlessly tickle it…marvelous and delectable, the perfect punishment,” pink eyes seemed to shimmer with lust, almost mistakenly similar to how someone could look when they were starving. Was this really the same person he’d met outside?

“How?!” Tassian furrowed his brows, sick of the shenanigans and riddles.

“I’m a vampire, little one, I crave the power…” Z’s lips pulled into a cocky smirk, one that made Tassian a mix between extremely turned on, and outwardly annoyed.

“You’re si— H’GXNT!” Bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, this one came out unexpectedly, so half way through, Tass just tried to simply stifle it from happening, sick of the other having this type of control over him.

“Tsk tsk, don’t hold them back like that little one, you’ll only prolong your punishment, now get back to it…” their voice dropped and suddenly Z was incredibly serious once more. “One,” the word dripped off his tongue like a shard of ice.

“One..” Tass repeated without hesitation now, the sound of Zilya’s voice not giving him much an indication he could win the argument he wanted to start. Determined to best the vampire at his little game.

“Two”

“T-two,” the Jackalope continued to count along, orange eyes staring dangerously back into stone cold pink ones. His body shuddered involuntarily.

“Three,” Zilya continued.

“…….”he paused, Tass physically swallowing the saliva that built up under his tongue that was desperate to release. His sinuses so incredibly full from being played with.

“Three??” Zilya furrowed his brows, gaze darkening as he forced the feather to tickle the inside walls of Tassian’s nostrils, a line of snot embarrassingly trickling down his lip.

“Three….” His voice shook in response, half because he needed to sneeze so incredibly bad but also from trying to avoid consuming his ick. Zilya’s eyes fluttered, noticing the mess enough to grab at their own sleeve hem, and wipe the glistening substance clean for him.

“Four,” voice gentler as they started to coax the other through it. They also, wished to see the little Jackalope beat the odds. It was fun, was it not? They were having fun.

“F-f-Four…” Tassian closed his eyes momentarily, just trying to focus on the in and out motion of breathing deeply, hoping it would get him through the rest of this god forsaken punishment.

“Five,” Zilya noticed the other was powering through as much as he could manage, and that could only mean one thing for Z. Up the stakes. They needed to see more suffering, Z brought the hand that wasn’t busy tickling Tass’s nose, to his thigh. Gauging the other’s response before sliding upward with his slender fingers, gripping the area.

“F-Fih…ve….” Tassian’s breath became more unsteady as Zilya’s hand started to creep up his leg. A mixture of pleasure and discomfort now, shit, he’s gonna be so embarrassed when Z finds out how hard he is. He blushed, bright red.

“Six,” Z’s volume steady, consistent, while they reached, and unzipped the jackalope’s jeans. Soon after, Tass’s pants button was popped open and a cold hand slipped inside. He gasped.

“H-Hah…Si…x” he stuttered and whimpered, his eyes glazing and glossy as he struggled to get a hold of himself. His nose and throat tickled, burned and agitated his comfort, body writhing and wiggling beneath the hypnotic vampire. Why didn’t he just run? Simple. A fantasy come true, he never thought he’d have? No. Simply he wouldn’t allow the other to see him beg any further for mercy, lurching and twitching underneath the other. No, this was now a challenge between him and the beast. One he thought if he could win, would humiliate the vampire from ever trying to best him again.

“Seven,” Zilya’s silky tone caressed him, his palm gripping hold of Tassian’s hard, leaking length and began to pump inside the space of his boxers.

“S’heh’ven,” he almost lost it there, if he wasn’t concerned with how good Z’s hand felt on his cock, he might be able to push away the insistent urge of needing to sneeze. It wasn’t so lucky. He was faltering, bursting at the seams trying to keep himself steady. He just needed to get to ten. His eyes teared over, drops trickling down reddened cheeks.

“Eight,” Z’s movements turned fast, fingers squeezing tightly around the other’s throbbing shaft, slipping the pad of their thumb carelessly around Tassian’s tip.

“Ei—ght,” his eyes squeezed shut, trying desperately to focus through the force of the next two numbers. That was it. Just two. He could make it through two more numbers.

“Look at you, you’re almost there, ready?” Z praised the man for his resilience to get through it. Upping the ante, Z gently wafted a soft breeze of air from pursed lips, allowing in a cooling sensation to stiffen, Tass’s numbing nostrils. This was the edge needed to get those sensations back. All the while being stroked and edged.

“H’ah!!” Tassian almost forgot he was in the midst of a punishment, it felt so good. He hadn’t been touched in a very long time, and something about the forcefulness of this creature only made his cheeks hotter. He was losing. In a matter of minutes he went from determined to putty in the creature’s hands.

“Not yet, hold it back…Nine,” Zilya commanded, their own voice turning strained as they had to fight the gnawing desires to swallow the jackalope hole, or at the very least pierce his fangs into the flesh of his softened neck and have many different ways with him.

“Nih….Nine….” Almost there, then he would be rewarded, yes? For being so good, for being so brave?

“Goooood boy…now Ten,” the long drawn out praise, like music to Tassian’s red tipped ears. His body shuddered, his glistening maw open wide. There was no chance of catching even a single atom of oxygen through his stuffed up nostrils. Who was this? Who had he become? The pleasure was too great.

“T-t…Hi’h…TEN—K’TSCHIEW!!” He almost completed his mission, almost reached a perfect ten, but the feather assault proved to be too much as it teased and tickled him. Out shot a loud sneeze in place of a cry for pleasure, his body shaking violently. He spritzed the vampire across their face, whom could only roll their eyes in lust as they felt the cooling sensation across their flesh and watched the other release all their pent up energy. Zilya squeezed their palm tighter around Tassian’s now leaking member.

“Ohhhh, y’know? I’ll give thee that…thou at least made it to ten, before breaking apart,” Z chuckled with a toss of their head, hand never ceasing to please the little hybrid. Bodies smushed up tight within the space of the coffin.

“Hnn..hah~” he moaned with labored breath, it wafted across Zilya’s intently watching features.

“Does that feel good?” Licking their lips predatorily, yet with a softened tone of voice. His eyes glancing swiftly between the other’s face and bare open neck. It wasn’t something they could help, just pure instinct, but they fought it back.

“S-so…hah~ good…” Tassian peaked open with those gorgeous orange orbs and Zilya almost felt themselves soften, almost. The instinctive animal inside of them, burned hotter.

“Good…” watching the other get closer and closer to the brink of losing it before, right there, Z could see it. Swoop, just at the moment Tass thought he could blow his load. Zilya had stopped all motions and allowed the other to suffer at the loss of a much needed and long awaited orgasm.

“H-hey! Wa-wait! You can’t just….” Suddenly cut off.

“This was a punishment, remember? Thee wish to cum? Then earn thine reward with good behavior,” Zilya smirked, confident, smug. That fucking bastard.

“Good behavior? Earn it? You asshole!” Shoving the other away from him, trying his best to scramble out of the coffin. “No! I will do no such thing… I don’t need a reward from you!” Sticking his tongue out and clasping his hands at his hips.

“We shall see then, won’t we?” Z sat against the edge of the coffin, confidently licking the tips of his wet fingers, tasting the jackalope on his tongue, pink orbs watched the other carefully.

At a stand still, the two stared each other down, Tassian blushed profusely watching the other sip his pre cum off their hands. Neither of them moving from position. “So….I can stay here still right?”

“Would thee still like to? I am a monster, after all,” raising his brow in an almost challenging response.

“I never—“ cut off again.

“You didn’t have to,” Zilya almost looked hurt, looking to the side. This was why they didn’t say anything at first, about being a vampire. People always thought the worst of them immediately and never truthfully gave them a chance.

“Look, so long as you don’t go sucking my body dry of all its nutrients, I don’t care that you’re a vampire, okay?” Tassian clasped his arms across his chest, hip hooked with a hint of attitude. How dare the other think that he was immediately judging him!….well…he kind of did. It was fair. His demeanor softened. “And no more using that shit…” pointing aggressively to the feather. “Against me!”

“I can promise I won’t drink thine blood…..without thy permission…..but the other request? Denied, I’ll punish thee as seen fit,” winking at the other with a cheeky resolve. Tass rolled his eyes but couldn’t help feel his heart skip a beat with excitement. What on earth was happening to him? Was he seriously crushing on a creature of the night? This was a new low, even for him, but he might as well get settled with it. If he was to be staying with him after all.

To be continued….?

Author’s Notes: OOOOOOOO towards the end I decided I was gonna make a second to this. 🫨🫨🫨 so stayed tuned for that eventually. I have so much stuff I have to accomplish and post, I’m very behind but enjoy this of our new babies! 🫨🥰 @aller-geez owns Tassian and did the art!

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Why do you think Claudia's coffin was in Loustat's coffin room in ep7? Some assumed Lestat forced her back there to punish her or keep a close watch but that doesn't seem to fit? Because he wouldn't enjoy the arrangement either, ideally he'd rather be alone with Louis. And there's not much she could get up to in the daylight hrs. My guess is it was for security, OR something happened in Claudia's room (her powers exploded & broke the windows or smth) hence Louis never directly mentioning it.

That is a good question.

Louis calls it paranoia... but he insinuates that it is because of their ... family arrangement at that point, but I personally think there is more to it, and the show gives us several hints as well.

For one, there are the voodoo(?) spell circles in front of their door. That in and by itself is not a trifle, since someone obviously knows or at least suspects what they are, is not afraid to threaten them, and maybe has the means to deal with them, too (we must remember - we are in the same universe as Mayfair Witches after all... and the same city). There is an extra shot of Lestat looking up furiously, after Louis destroys the circle and Claudia picks up the doll... extra shots always mean something, especially in a show like this.

And then there's the scene in the beginning, with the salesman, and the sick man. Lestat obviously has Louis and Claudia under control at that point (by which means we do not get to see, which is in and by itself also quite interesting?! Is he controlling the house/entrances/doors etc telekinetically? Or is it a simple... implied threat... either way, I found it extremely interesting/stifling) - and him noticing that "another" approaches means that he has been scanning the minds of those around their house... constantly. They live in the middle of the city, there's people around all the time. For him to go to those lengths means there is sufficient... worry/reason to do so.

Then, there is the influx of new vampires in the US. In the books there were no others around (since it was 100years earlier), but here... we know of Bruce (and he tells of others), and Lestat tells Claudia he can hear the thoughts of other vampires at great distance. So there are others around. (I personally think he might have "cleaned up" if they got too close, but that is a head canon for that time frame... he does so later with Armand in NOLA, but that just as a side note). And he knows that his family, his fledglings are weak by comparison. Naïve. Even Claudia, maybe especially Claudia, since she thinks this (him, Bruce) is as bad as they come. So he likely listens in on others routinely, too.

I know their situation prior to the attempted killing may seem dire... but I also know Lestat loved Claudia, despite all the problems. To put it (very) simply, they were just too alike not to butt heads.

So I think it is a combination of all these things: a) He wanted them close, for protection. He is one of the strongest vampires around, very likely in the US at least. b) He wanted her as close as possible, because he knew she was planning something. Mind you, he never faults Claudia (later (in the books) at least) for trying to kill him... but of course he was in no mood to make it easy for her either. c) And... I could imagine Louis might want to have her there as well. Maybe in an effort to get them to get along better. Who knows. We know that Louis and Lestat do not mind her presence much for kissing and affection... and they use the bed for sex.

The thing with her powers exploding is also possible. We saw her telekinetic powers lash out in episode 5, it is absolutely possible that she let her rage loose against the... little girl room, which might easily have been the only outlet for her rage she had at that point.

So yeah, I do think it is a bit more complicated than what Louis... tells.

#asks #interview with the vampire #iwtv #ask nalyra

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Klaus x reader - fight for you

I still don't know either of those characters BUT you do real good work w/ em so here are some angst/fluff prompts! Use them for whichever character. The prompts (I'm thinking abt an angsty kidnap/rescue): “I'll find her if I have to burn this town to the ground to do it." "There's no way you're making it out alive now." (to the kidnapper, I'm a sucker for protective fictional men) "Why do you care?" "Because you don't." (I'm thinking directed at the Squad for not caring about reader as much as they would Elena) (reader being tough, had almost rescued themselves) "I had it handled." "Tell that to the stitches." (Caring for wounds, also makes me melt) "Nobody's gonna get to you again. Not without getting past me." Obviously, exact wording can change for the character's voice, and you're welcome to use as many or as few of these as spark joy, or save unused ones for another thingy. I know this became kinda a lot. Have fun with it! - Anon💜

You had been gone for what felt like years.

Had it been days? Weeks?

You had no idea, held in the tiny room you had lost all perception of time. All you remembered was leaving the Elena’s, and waking up in this small cramped room.

At least they were kind enough to let you walk around it.

There was things everywhere, pipes, bricks. It was almost as if you were in a building that was supposed to be getting taken down, or done up.

Sighing, you rested your back against the wall at looked to the ceiling.

“Food.”

The door was opened, some stale bread thrown in and it was slammed shut again before you could even make a move.

Grabbing the stale bread, you looked at it and tossed it to the side, you weren’t eating that, who knows what was on this floor.

“Come on guys…” you whispered.

You wondered when they were going to save you. But you saw the video, they just ignored the letter and tossed it aside.

Did they even know?

Then another thought ran through your head.

Did Klaus know?

You and him had a strange relationship, he was always kind and caring towards you. But around the others he held it back, though he never once hurt you.

You had met him before it came out who he was, and you had been friends with him for a few months before that, it was hard to throw away a friendship straight away, and it was even harder since you grew feelings for him.

You should’ve told him when you had the chance.

At the ball, the group were plotting on what to do with Klaus when the hybrid came walking over.

His eyes scanned the group before the furrowed slightly.

“You’re missing one.” He said.

“What’s it to you?” Damon snapped.

Klaus smirked a little, leaning against the wall next to him.

“Oh nothing really, I’m just surprised she isn’t with you.”

Bonnie turned to the others.

“He’s got a point, I haven’t seen (Y/N) for a few days. Have you guys?”

One by one they shook their heads.

“You know what she’s like.” Caroline smiled.

“Yeah, but missing out on the ball she helped plan, that’s not like her.” Jeremy noted.

Klaus frowned even more as he listened to them all talk and anger welled you inside of him.

“You lost her?” He growled lowly.

“She’s got nothing to do with you, you probably took her!” Stefan snapped.

Klaus quickly appeared before Stefan, pinning him to the wall, fangs bared at the other vampire.

“Shut your mouth, before I shut it for you.” He sneered.

With that, he dropped Stefan and started to storm away.

For the rest of the night they didn’t see Klaus, not until they were leaving and they saw him talking to the sheriff and the mayor.

“You didn’t think to mention that (Y/N)s missing?” Forbes whisper yelled at them.

“We didn’t know mom!” Caroline whisper yelled back.

“Well thankfully, Klaus has agreed to help us find her.” The mayor smiled.

Everyone turned to Klaus with a mixture of suspicion and confusion.

“What’re your going to do?” Damon scoffed, “find her then kidnap her yourself?”

Klaus turned around, walking over he stood a few inches away from the cocky vampire, tilting his head backwards a little as he stared at them all.

“I'll find her, even if I have to burn this town to the ground to do it." He whispered.

With that, he left and they made it their mission to find you before klaus had the chance too. God knows what he’d do when he found you.

You were dragged from your small room and tossed into the middle of a larger room where a small group of vampires stood around you.

They smirked and looked between one another.

“This is her?”

“The one he placed a protection order on.” Another nodded.

You waited a few moments and while they were talking you looked around, spotting a broken chair close by, you carefully crawled over to it.

Grabbing the leg, you were quickly spun around and you shoved it through his chest.

“Screw you…” you whispered.

You were picked up and punched in the face, blood dripping down your nose, and you were thrown to the side.

More wounds opened up as you rolled over the broken glass and wood.

“You’ll pay for that bitch.” A man snarled.

He stormed over and grabbed you by the neck, holding you up.

You looked at him, making sure to stare directly into his eyes.

Before he could do anything you heard something get kicked down.

“Put her down!” A voice roared.

You recognised that voice, you’d know it anywhere. He had a distinctive accent.

“You’ll have to kill me before I kill her.” The man smirked.

Before he could even do anything, a hand was through his chest, and his heart was ripped out.

His grip laced and you crumpled to the floor.

Pushing yourself up, you looked at Klaus as he dropped the heart to the floor.

His eyes connected with yours.

He was furious, but while he looked at you his gaze was soft and caring.

Slowly, he turned around, stripping his jacket off, he dropped it over you and started to stalk forward.

“There's no way you're making it out alive now." He smirked.

He was quick to take on the vampires, and while he did you heard others creep in.

Turning your head to the entrance, you saw them all running over, Caroline, Bonnie, Damon and Stefan took on the vampires that charged them while the others ran around.

“(Y/N)!” Elena called.

“Are you okay?” Jeremy asked.

Before they could even get close to you Klaus was crouched behind you.

You could see his knees on either side of you, and you felt him adjust his jacket on your shoulders, doing the button up so it would stay in place.

“Get away from her.” Alaric warned.

“Or what? You wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.”

Klaus placed a hand on your shoulder and you looked back at him before turning back to the others.

“Klaus let her go or I’ll kill you myself.” Caroline snarled.

“How about this? We’ll just see who she chooses, Hm?”

Klaus got, he walked in front of you, holding his hand out while he stared at the others, a smirk on his lips.

Then he turned to you and it melted away it a small smile.

“Stand up love.”

You placed your hand in his and let him pull you up and steady you.

When you were okay on your feet, he let go and walked behind you.

“(Y/N) let’s go.” Alaric said.

You were torn.

Did you go with your friends, or did you go with Klaus. The man who actually saved you?

You didn’t know what to do.

“That’s it.” Damon snapped.

He started to storm over but before he could even lay a hand on you, Klaus was in front of you once more.

He gripped Damon’s wrist and with ease he tossed the vampire to the side.

“Why do you care?" Bonnie asked.

Klaus looked at them, gestured to the dead vampires then to your injured form.

“Because you don't." He replied.

With that, he turned to you.

“Love, who do you wish to go with?”

You looked at your friends before looking at him.

He was right, they didn’t care. You knew the vampires sent a note to them when they took you, because they showed you a video of them delivering it.

Slowly, you limped over to the hybrid, and you lightly gripped the back of his top, turning to the others.

“Just go.” You whispered.

“You can’t be serious? Klaus? Really?” Stefan asked.

“He saved me, you guys didn’t. I was about to die and he was there, you weren’t. You only came after he dealt with them. So go.”

“You heard it yourself.” Klaus said.

Facing you, he quickly picked you up, and you groaned in pain at the sudden movement.

“Let’s get you home then.”

Klaus breezed past them, a cocky smirk on his face and put you in his car before driving you back to your apartment.

Again, he picked you up and carried you up the stairs, standing in front of the door.

“A little help love?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes.

“Right, come in.”

He waltzed in, sitting you on the edge of your bed before holding a finger up to you.

He bit his wrist and held it out.

“No, no blood.”

“Why?”

“I want to heal naturally. Without the help of vampire blood.”

He sped away and returned with what looked to be things from the hospital.

“Did you rob a hospital?”

“I merely borrowed from the hospital love.”

“Jesus Christ…” you mumbled.

“Not quite.” He smirked.

Rolling your eyes, you took his jacket off and set it to the side, letting him clean the blood from your skin before he started fixing you up.

"I had it handled."

You watched Klaus carefully stitch up the cut on your arm before he started to clean your face.

“Tell that to the stitches."

You laughed softly, and he smiled.

He held your face with one hand, and stitched your cheek with his other hand before he put everything aside.

He looked you up and down, frowning at the sight of your bruised body.

Kneeling, he took your hand in his and pressed a tender kiss to your knuckles.

“Nobody's gonna get to you again. Not without getting past me." He mumbled.

You smiled, reaching your, you ran your fingers through his hair before you rested your hand on the side of his neck.

“You’re the one who put the no harm order out?”

“Of course I was love, you’re much to important for me to loose.”

Sliding from the bed, you let your knees hit the floor as you took his face between his hands.

“I love you Klaus.”

With that, you leant forward and gently kissed him.

And he eagerly kissed back, everything you had both been hiding spilling out in that one kiss

#the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diaries #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x y/n #klaus mikealson x reader #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaleson imagine

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(AO3 link in case you’d prefer to read this there)

(The following text includes excerpts from: Private files and tapes of the A.I Gilbert “Gazebo”’, the field diary of Miss Ion, interviews with the NYU Emancipators Vulturine and Hayato, Yr Fgenar Fgbevr qv Noma Lacri #000-∞, and articles by The Daily Roger.) (FOR DOCTOR SANDRA KIRIGAMI’S EYES ONLY)

--------------------------ACCESS FILES------------------------

DAILY ROGER REPORT: October 13th, 1937 CHAOS AT HARPER MILL! A NEW MYSTERY MAN HOAX? Ongoing conflict between the Harper Mill workers and strikebreakers have escalated, as what was believed to be a surprise terrorist militia among the strikers is now reported, by multiple witnesses, to be instead the work of a single man. Said to operate in masked attire, under the cover of darkness, and with mysterious abilities yet to be determined. Is this a ploy by the Harper Mill strikes to generate fear or sympathy, or is this yet another Manhattan “Mystery Man” emerging? Who is this mysterious figure?

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DR. KIRIGAMI: Thank you all for joining this meeting. I understand that some of you have approached me with concerns regarding the, conduct, of our most recent recruit, and some members of this board have expressed a desire to relocate him to our West Coast facility, or expel him from Emancipator membership entirely. Mr. Bill is willing to accept consequences for his assault on Director Vijgen. He has also expressed rather, colorfully, that he "would do it again" if deemed necessary.

I have called this meeting together so I could offer my viewpoint, as his appointed psychologist, and with the backing of his teammates, as to why I believe he should be allowed to remain a member of the NYU Emancipators, for the time being.

Let us review the facts, regarding the case of

--------------*click*-----------------------

I was, out of commission when he showed up. I reviewed the footage later on the team's cameras and, well, I'd say his name really does do him justice. He shows up quick as a cannonball, bursting through my outer layer and fighting off the bloody things He seemed to have considerable experience fighting them off, and a not so considered regard for his own safety. A total stranger who had underwent a great deal of personal harm and given us enough time and luck to pull a miracle, and give Miss Noma enough time to fix me. I certainly expected no different, of course, but I'm glad the team brought him along. It would be most unseemly to leave him to die on that, awful place.

GILBERT “Gazebo”: Artificial Intelligence, built by former team leader of the NYU Emancipators Andy “Hunk” Huxley. Currently transcribing these files. Hullo!

“Yeah, you could tell this guy was, like, reaally old-school. Prolly took a mammoth to school instead of a bus, right? You know those homemade costume parties you see in family pictures, those really embarrassing ones? He was dressed like that. I didn't even think guys like these, with the underwear and capes and all, actually existed for real, I thought the president or whoever just made em up to sell war stamps.”

VULTURINE: Civilian name Marco Craine. African-American male, 22. New Orleans-based vigilante. Inhuman physiology, liquid-manipulation powers. Claims to be a vampire, possibly part of a concentrated effort in his part to make his powers seem cool instead of gross.

“...I slipped up, should have seen them coming, too many of them coming at us, of course others wouldn't be able to tell in time, cволочь Huxley... Wait, sorry, I, rambling, yes. He, -cough-, Mr.Bill really saved us, just now. I don't know how he went undetected by the morksaya. Me and Noma observed, his readings aren't that different from ours. A little more faint, yes and, they shouldn’t be. His missing teeth and injured ribs don't seem like recent injuries either and… Look I'm, I gotta go back to medical bay, I'm assisting in fixing up the man, making sure he didn't bring anything with him from the canal, and he’s not taking the mask off so they need me to scan for head injuries, can we do this later? K, davai.

MISS ION: Civilian name Kristi Kartoshka. Russian female, 31. Powers include proton manipulation for combat, evasive maneuvers, and healing purposes. Engineering background.

Not-Supposed-To-Be-There. Nowhere-Man. Sad-Man Not-Supposed-To-Be-Here. Ignorant-0F-Himself-Man. Liar-Man No-Place-For-That-Man. Wants-To-Find-Man-Again...Good-Man.

NOMA LACRI: Civilian name and age unknown. Confirmed to have been born human of Italian descent. Has gone by Maria or Lisa on separate occasions, should investigate further You-Will-Not.

“I know, I know, superhero stuff but, it's weird, it's, dude that's, that's Cannon freaking Bill! He's like this old, old guy that my grandpa used to fight with, and part of the team now. Man he's, shorter than I expected and, oh he just saved our as-butts, my bad, by barreling through a wall and wrestling those weird mech-zombies trying to kill us. Like, whaat? It's crazy!...Kinda sus that he was in the Deep Shit Canal* in the first place tho, I mean -”

HAYATO: Civilian name Jeremy Axton. Japanese-American, 24. Millionaire crimefighter based around Lexington, Kentucky. Wielder of the Inkpot Staff and it’s varied magical abilities. Passed out from exertion after giving this statement.

(*"Deep Shit Canal" refers to the uncharted location colloquially known as Desert Snow Canal. Mr.Axton and Mr.Craine both claim innocence in coining that particular variation.)

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DAILY ROGER REPORT: May 24, 1938 CANNON BILL STRIKES AGAIN! The masked terrorist known as Snake Mist was apprehended this morning after a bombing attempt, along with most members of his cult, one of which was revealed to be Senator Jim Vijgen. Press statements reveal that Snake and Vijgen were apprehended by a local masked hero known in the neighborhood as “Cannon Bill”. He was last spotted during the arrest of legbreaker Bart Langley, and has been spotted operating within Morrisania, Little Brazil, Bronx, and even on Staten Island. Cannon Bill spoke briefly with the press and promptly hailed a cab away from the scene. Local police suspect that Cannon Bill might not have been acting alone, as the bomb defusion and Snake’ss apprehending were executed within minutes and at considerable distances from each other. It is unknown whether this Mystery Man has any affiliation with the likes of The Stygian Ant, Colleen Dice or Father Hatchet.

DAILY ROGER REPORT: October 16, 1939 BODYCOUNT RISES AS MONSTER ATTACK CONTINUES Father Hatchet disappeared from his cell last night as his gang, led by a mysterious new lieutenant only known as Frère Jacques, continues to run rampant throughout the Seventh Avenue. Frère Jacques, who appears to be a 10-feet-tall Frankenstein-esque being in friar clothing, appears immune to gunfire, and has reportedly even defeated local hero Cannon Bill in combat. Cannon Bill’s current whereabouts are unknown, as he was retrieved by a passing car quickly after falling from the top of an 8th story building where, reportedly, Hatchet and his gang where holding out.

—----------N-O-M-A-----------------

Doesn't-See-Me-Like-Monster. See-Himself-Like-Monster. Monster-Took-Him-Away.

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DR. KIRIGAMI: The Emancipators were performing a rescue mission on realm WN-34, at the Desert Snow Canal, a dangerous and hostile river surrounded by broken remnants of a bygone civilization. Said river is made up of a black powder that falls from the skies, concentrated within the canal. It isn’t harmful to human touch, but it has pitfalls, and it hides the real danger of these lands: The “Chrono-Cadavers”, as Gilbert calls them, you’ve all received reports on the cadavers and how they function, what seems to be their origin or leader. Our limited understanding of how these creatures function was a problem for the eventuality of having to face them, and part of the reason Huxley volunteered to go.

The Emancipators had traveled to dimension WN-34 in order to rescue their team leader, Andy Huxley, who had been stranded there on a recon assignment and sent a distress signal. We now understand that this was part of a plan.

As you are aware, your fellow board member, Director Vijgen, and Huxley had worked out a ploy together to ensure that the team's trip to the Desert Snow Canal would go awry, that the team would be caught unprepared and face a potential catastrophe that would only be averted through a last-ditch rescue from Huxley, who would reappear fending off the creatures with the Mark H battlesuit. The built-in cameras and microphones within the ship would have recorded said events and stored it in our database.

Capitalizing off the tragedy, it was Huxley’s intent to outfit the team with Mark H battlesuits and use them to test said suits, before inevitably mass-producing them and lending them out to V.A.P.O.R field agents, and from those, to the US military, or whoever paid the highest bidder. In order to kickstart this, Vijgen would have used this incident to push for more urgent measures within this board of directors, and if voted otherwise, said footage would leak to the media. Positive press for Huxley and the suits, negative press for anyone who vetoed against their usage, public whipped into a frenzy at the sight of a horrid threat only a new super-weapon could stop.

Either way, both Huxley and Vijgen would get what they wanted. A rather predictable plan, really, but nobody on the team was onto it.

There was one little hiccup, however: Huxley never showed up.

---------MISS ION-------------

GOD DAMN IT, I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT WAS A TRAP. I WAS SO STUPID, HOW DID I NOT- …..

Breathe, girl, breathe. It’s fine. Everyone is fine. We came back without casualties and all injuries fixed, and we rescued the man who rescued us back there. We averted the unthinkable. Breathe.

……….

The audacity of that bastard. I’m not even sure if we should tell the rest of the Emancipators? I mean, we’ll have to, but I’m scared if any of the other teams still think Huxley’s coming back, or even should come back. I don’t think it’s sunk in for the rest of them how we were betrayed. We’re all still a little shaken over it all.

I don’t wanna be the one to break it to them how it happened, that he did make contact just before the morskaya struck. I didn’t understand it fast enough, when I’d heard him talk to Gazebo and the director over the intercom:

"Sorry, mate. I got a better offer elsewhere."

—------HAYATO AND VULTURINE----------

“I got claws, I got teeth, I can fly, I can suck blood, what else is missing?”

“You don’t even drink blood, first of all, and you can’t be a vampire if you can go out in the sun, bro”

“Yes I can, that just makes me a better vampire.”

“No it - wait, yeah, we gotta focus, we’re doing a thing about Bill”

“Yeah, Bill. See, Bill didn’t give me shit about whether I’m a “real” vampire or not, and I’d only known him for like three days. He didn’t do that thing everyone else does where they’re like, oh hey it’s Kid Dracula hahaha, oh but vampires are not real, oh you’re just LARPing like, dude, shut up. How come all of you go around calling yourself Captain Fantastic Man just cause you dress funny, but I can’t be a vampire cause you don’t think the way I do it counts? Where’s the respect?”

“Oh yeah bro, you’re a real masterclass in respect”

“Zip it, Tweety. Point is, Bill didn’t do that. And, y’know, that was cool.”

“He was going to stake you through the heart the second he woke up and saw you.”

“Well, duh, that’s what the rest of you SHOULD have done, if you took this hero thing seriously.”

—------*click*------

DR KIRIGAMI: Upon his recovery, I assisted Cannon Bill in the process of adjusting to his new environment. Contrary to what his teammates expected, he had his memory intact, and he had jumped forward in time from the 1980s, instead of the 1940s. It seems he was one more victim of the, well, You-Know-What, as reports indicate he was injured even before battling the cadavers.

Our means of temporal travel were damaged, and we needed as much help as possible following Huxley’s betrayal and the pressing need to eventually re-enter WN-34, but we promised Bill to take him back to his time period as soon as possible, an offer he refused. For private reasons, he deemed it important that he stay behind and work with us to fix the problem. The problem being, successions of hundreds of other problems big and small but, one step at a time better than no step at all. That is how Cannon Bill joined the Emancipators. That is how he became my patient as well.

I find it imperative to bring this up because, and it must be stressed, that Cannon Bill joined us entirely of his own volition. That he rejected the option to return home, an option he still has should he so desire, to instead remain here in this strange distant future.

And yes, it goes without saying that his stay here hasn’t been without frustrations.

--------*click*---------

Bill has been rather sturdy, in his resistance to cooperation. All members of the Manhattan Emancipators wear suits wired to my communications hub, standard procedure. No earpieces, those were troublesome, the ear coverings built into the suits take care of that. But... Well, forgive me if I sound petty but, he doesn’t seem to like me very much - “Gazebo”

Sensory overload. Well he, didn’t call it that, the term wasn’t known in his time, but it was pretty clearly what he was trying to describe when I asked him. I can relate, yes, even if ours is different. He gets very uncomfortable with jarring noises as well as having his ears blocked or even touched by anything. He joked that he lost his front tooth making sure a neighborhood bully "got the memo" and that his mikvah took forever just because he kept complaining to the rabbi about getting his ears wet, and his Ma never let him live that down. We're finding workarounds to communicate with him on the field. - MISS ION’s Field Diary

“Oh dude he did NOT like Gazebo at all, it was pretty funny. I mean, I'm mostly used to tuning that thing out, but Bill? He spent a couple of training sessions looking like he was gonna pull a Van Gogh on the spot everytime Gazebo gave him directions, or patched him over to someone, or cracked banter in that Monty Python voice he's got. Wish we did city training just so he'd flip a car or something” - VULTURINE

“I think he'd kill me if I said "ok boomer" in earshot” - HAYATO

“Nobody uses that joke anymore, idiot. Besides he's like, pre-boomer, he's gotta be like silent generation or something. Wasn't he middle-aged when your grandpa was active?” - VULTURINE

.”..Actually yeah, he was grandpa's senior, when was this guy born exactly?” - HAYATO

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DAILY ROGER REPORT: November 22, 1940 MYSTERY MEN JOIN THE WAR EFFORT A local coalition has reached the Daily Roger to announce their existence. Consisting of several local “super-heroes”, they have announced the formation of a group in order to join the upcoming war effort and provide assistance to the Allied forces. Calling themselves the “Camelot Circle of America”, the group’s leader has reached out to the press with the intent of transparency with the public, with the hopes of acquiring trust in such difficult times.

Among the super-heroes present within this group is our local bruiser “Cannon Bill”, who makes his first public appearance in over a year, showing what seems to be a full recovery from his battle with the monstrous criminal Frère Jacques. He declined to speak with the press on any affairs.

—-----Gazebo--------------

He did join the Camelot Circle of America along with Mr Axton's grandfather, but after that, very little from 1945-onwards. He wasn't around for the team's disbanding in 1952. Some news reports in the late 40s, 50s, 60s, and nothing in the 70s and 80s until the, You-Know-What, happened. And obviously he was there, no superhero or supervillain at the time, active or retired or even dead, could ignore the call at You-Know-What.

Said You-Know-What seems to be how he wound up in the Desert Snow Canal in costume. I'd heard of some superheroes who survived the event and were found weeks, months, even years later, stranded in locations without memories of how they got there or who they were. But he's been very clear that he remembers everything. That he did join the fight, during You-Know-What, and that he took off from home. He must have known he'd wind up somewhere he couldn't come back from.

Which raises the possibility that he wanted to be there.

—------N-O-M-A---------

"You-gotta-get-up, partner, we-can't-stay-here, gotta-stop-them, we'll-make-it-through-this-I-promise-but-please-get-up, get-up, get-up, get-up, get-up, get-up, get-up…"

What-This-What-You Leave-Man-Alone LEAVE-Past-Alone

----------Miss Ion’s Personal Diary---------

I was actually not that surprised to find out he was a cat guy. You all think it's nonsense when I tell you, cat people can recognize each other, but it's true. I knew that cranky slab of concrete had a soft spot somewhere. I’d say I probably made a lot of progress today in getting him to use smartphones just by showing all the pictures of Miya I can store and look at whenever I feel like it. I joked that back in his day he’d probably have to carry photos in his wallet to do that, and then he just pulled a dusty wallet from his belt with, what else, some cat pictures.

I forgot to write this early but, Bill is actually a veterinarian. Or, was, he’s not practicing now but, from what he told me, way back after the war was over and he decided to retire from superhero work, he wanted to go back to school and “make something out of himself”, get a degree and everything. And so he wound up becoming a veterinarian.

I asked why he didn't become a doctor outright, and he said he didn't think he was smart enough for it, and that he also thinks all doctors with superpowers or super-tech end up going bad. That there's a "pipeline" from getting a degree to costumed terrorism. I, I do get it. I don't think that's universally true (maybe we should ask Dr Kirigami about this next session) but, I get his reasoning all too well.

He did tell me that sometimes he was asked to patch up some heroes who couldn’t get proper medical attention, and he didn’t like it very much, but “them’s the breaks”. I don’t get what that means. He was offered to get his teeth fixed in here and he refused, said it "keeps me smart, keeps me from being too much of a wise guy". Does he think being wise and being smart are opposites? Probably some cartoon expression that makes more sense to English speakers.

I do think it's upsetting that he downplays his intelligence like that. I've seen him on field, when he stops throwing himself at problems and actually listens and thinks, he is very quick on his feet and good at counter-planning. But even besides that, didn't he create the alkaline formula that gave him his powers? He seemed rather confused by my questions and I left it at that.

He doesn't ask me invasive questions, least I could do is return the favor.

—-----HAYATO AND VULTURINE-----------

“We did find common ground on one thing: The costumes. They suck! I mean, YOU can afford bulletproofing those giant shiny wings to fly around in, but me and the girls have been stuck making do with drab pajamas for way too long and hey, turns out even the dinosaur agrees with me on that. I'm a vampire! Not dressing up in style’s practically a death sentence”

“It’s not like we all dress up the same, bro. I don’t know what it is with you and Ion, Noma never complains about her uniform.”

“Dude, Noma IS her uniform, kinda, and come on, you think anyone’s gonna try and enforce dress code policy with her?”

“You make her sound too mean sometimes, bro.”

“She’s awesome! Really, I don’t think she’s mean enough, for someone who can just eat her problems away.”

-sigh- “Well anyway, at least you got something with him. It’s, he really just doesn’t have much patience for jokes, and I get with yours, as a comedian you make an excellent mortician, but-”

“Comedian AND mortician, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“-I mean, look, I get that some of this modern superhero stuff is not his speed but, come on, you really gonna tell me he didn’t crack one-liners back in his day? That he wasn’t pulling out zingers while punching Capone’s face in or whatever?”

“I think those guys had more serious catchphrases, like, “The milk of crime spoils fast! And the bill of evil doesn’t come cheap! So says Cannon Bill!” and then he just shoots everybody while they’re confused.”

“Ooooh wait, we haven’t gotten around to making bill-based puns with him! Yeah, guarantee he’s not gonna resist pulling one of those eventually.”

“You know how old people are, they like their jokes like farts in an elevator. You never see it coming and you can’t escape it once they do.”

“TMI, bro. But, yeah, I was getting to that, he knew my grandpa. Grandpa loved his one-liners, and so did a lot of those other Camelot dudes he hung out with. I just, you’d think a guy dressing up in circus colors would be a little less moody. I’m not criticizing him! Really, I’m not, I just, don’t like seeing people down.”

“See, this is why you get picked for team leader, because you take a look at all this and you think, “Well, I say! There’s not enough clownery in this circus! I’ll get the octagenarian to laugh at my fart jokes or die trying! Die trying is my middle name!”

-laugh- “Eat shit, bro”.

—-------*click*-------------------

DR. KIRIGAMI: However, it must be emphasized that, over the past couple of weeks, Cannon Bill has made progress, in regards to adapting to modern times, the demands of the job in regards to his duty as an Emancipator, and to his teammates. He has adapted to us, and we have adapted to him, as it should be in any collaborative effort.

He dislikes the suits, but he works with them, and we make some accommodations for his discomfort. He dislikes comm links, but together we devise other ways of communicating. He’s not used to informality and humor, but he’s adapted to it. From our sessions, it even seems to be having a positive effect on him. He’s having some difficulties still, and he still has never unmasked before me or his teammates. We all respect that, and so will you.

I bring this up as part of my plea. You gentlemen must remember that the Emancipators started, first and foremost, as an initiative to redeem and uplift. A group that took in heroes, and even villains willing to sincerely redeem themselves, and through careful education and training, we allowed them to make better lives for themselves. The Emancipators were never designed to be the next Pantheon of Aegis, the next Kamigata Dynasty, it was never a competition for ratings or money or whatever carrot you dangle before yourselves to do anything. V.A.P.O.R has spent the past decades trying to groom us into becoming the next Vanguard and, well, you must forgive me for once again expressing what a terminally idiotic idea that is. I simply have to, when said mindset was what led to the catastrophe before you. A catastrophe that was indeed averted, by the man you’re trying to get rid of.

Still, you did demand to know which member tagged along with him, when he marched up to Director Vijgen’s office, and no platoon of armed officers could stop him. I will be delighted to inform you, actually:

—-------HAYATO AND VULTURINE-------

“…Don’t tell me you’re thinking about going back there, dude.”

“I’m not! I’m not, it’s just. Look, I don’t wanna be like, I’m not running off on my own, and I know it’s not my grandpa in there. But…man, what if it’s someone’s grandpa still?”

“Like, whom?”

“I don’t know! But if all those grey things used to people, we should be going back for them. Even…even if we can’t save them, at least give them funerals. Let em die like people, y’know, and not whatever else they've been made into. They gotta have someone waiting for them back home, right?”

“…”

“…Sorry dude, my bad, didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine. It’s stupid, is what it is, but it’s fine. Look it’s, let's just let Dr Kiri and the suits sort out that mess. We gotta start prepping up Bill’s party.”

“Wait, what? Bill’s having a party?”

“Not any party, idiot, it’s Rosh Hashanah. We’re gonna do a Jewish New Year thing for him as a team. Kristi’s idea, really.”

(It was not Kristi’s idea, but Craine had a long-standing policy of never risking embarrassment by admitting to doing anything nice).

“Oh, cool! When?”

“…No idea, actually.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah I, uh, I don’t know when it is.”

“Can’t you just Google it?”

“I keep getting inconsistent dates, I don’t know if those’ve changed since his time, I don’t know when he celebrates it.”

“Can’t we just ask him?”

“Oh yeah, sure, let’s ask the guy when is his own surprise party happening!”

“But how are we-”

(We’re cutting off the tape by this point as the discussion no longer has anything to do with Cannon Bill’s case. It must be stressed, however, that a surprise Rosh Hashanah is a terrible idea, and that it isn't really a party the way Marco and Jeremy presumed, but, they'll figure it this out later with some help).

------------N-O-M-A-----------

"Gotta-try, gotta-try-for, for-the-both-of-us" Irresponsible-Data. Intrusive-Data. NOT-FOR-YOU-Data.

We-Trust-Doctor. We-Trust-Team. Do-Not-Trust-Others.

Many-Others-In-World. World-Hurt-Man. World-Hurt-Team.

ARE-YOU-WORLD?

WORLD-HURT-US

HURT

WORSE

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Kristi’s Personal Diary

We, ended up talking about Petyr.

Everyone on the team knows it, I made it clear as day that I wouldn’t be working with someone who had a problem with it. I guess I just put off talking with him cause, y’know.

I was actually just gonna bring up this theory I had regarding his powers, see if he could confirm any of my notes on how his time desynch works (he might not like that name and, well it’s his power, but I do think it helps to explain, also it sounds cool) but, some work stuff got in the way and I forgot. Only remembered now I was, supposed to bring that up to him. He asked me why I picked my name, why Miss Ion, and then we just kinda, talked.

We ended up talking about things, memories, of sorts, outside of Dr Kirigami’s office. Things we left behind, things we missed, things we were glad to be away from. Scientific curiosity - no, no, stop, do we really gotta look for the worst intentions all the time even from ourselves? Don’t do that to yourself.

From what he tells me, he never married, never even really dated much. He stopped taking in clients a while before departing, left the pets in his care either with their owners or with people he could trust to look after them better. Said he only really missed his cat, but he trusted his niece to take better care of her than he did. He misses his family but, he didn't have much left before he went, and they must have made peace with him being dead, he says he doesn’t want to take that away from them, that he’ll drop by once he finishes the mission. And so he asked me if I had “folks” looking after me.

So, I told him about Petyr. I mean, there’s not much to talk about, I just, kinda explained to him why Petyr wasn’t a boyfriend, wasn’t a relative or whatever. I do love Petyr, Petyr was doing the best he could, but… I was Petyr but Petyr wasn’t me, I told him. And that’s the why I can’t really go back to my “folks” and, I made peace with that. I made peace with Petyr, others didn’t. My family would have preferred to make peace with my death than me living in a way they couldn’t claim. So, I refused to die. I had someone to live for, still.

He says he didn’t get it but, I think he got it. He made an effort, at least. He became very quiet when I told him I had someone to live for. I didn’t ask, but I think he wanted to tell me something important.

He took a deep breath, and he was reaching for his mask when Dr Kirigami called him for their next session.

—------------*click*--------------------

DR.KIRIGAMI: Well, it was me. You certainly did not think I'd sit by and let Vijgen's plan be forgotten, if not tried again, at the expense of my patients. You certainly seem to forget the things that this team is capable of. And I certainly don't think you've forgotten who I used to be, what I used to do, to protect my own.

Calm yourselves. This is not a threat. Anemia endulged in threats. Dr Kirigami merely makes stern warnings. At present, I do not know if any of you were a part of Huxley and Vijgen's plot, and if so, how many. So I lay this warning to all of you: I am not your enemy, and neither is my team. The upper management at V.A.P.O.R likes to think of the Emancipators as just another military branch of the organization. They underestimate how useful that delusion is to us, and so I let them. You, however, are not the upper management, you are the middle men, those who take the blame in situations like these. They would quietly destroy or execute all of you, if reports of Vijgen's role in the incoming crisis reached the public. Because Bill and I got to him in time, he's merely being transferred, more scared than hurt.

In his days prior to the costume and powers, you see, Bill made a habit of letting Pinkertons pick their own teeth off the sidewalk, and making sure everyone could see them do so, to make a point of it. Give them a chance to stop and do good, or see how worse it could get.

It is the chance Bill is giving you now. I would not have been so kind. You’d be surprised at how persuasive a man of so few words can be.

Consider this, when you play your part in deciding his fate.

—--------ACCESS CLOSED—-------------

A combination of his own effort, remarkable luck, and the efforts of his teammates made it so Cannon Bill wound up not being transferred or fired, for assaulting the once prestigious Director Vijgen. Kelvin Vijgen himself would wind up calling the board of directors, insisting that Cannon Bill be allowed to remain on the team, out of fear of consequences from the upper management at V.A.P.O.R if the situation escaped containment, a greater fear of incurring Bill and Kirigami’s wrath again as well as that of the NYU Emancipators, and perhaps, just a smidge of regret.

Cannon Bill had been consigned to a form of house arrest within the Emancipators headquarters and not allowed access to the internet or smartphones, a punishment vastly more effective to 21st century adults than to him. He sits in his room at present now, unmasked and with reading glasses, quietly reading the tutorials Miss Ion left him on how to paint nano-tech costumes. It’s a work-in-progress, but one he's getting the hang of. Unmasked, he looks rather unremarkable. A short, balding, square-jawed old man, packed with muscle. No abs to speak of, but with a strong gut, a weight lifter's gut. Sturdy hands capable of uprooting oak tree stumps held a paintbrush in most delicate fashion. He wanted to get this right. He had to get this right.

Cannon Bill had no idea when he would ever return to WN-34, whether he would be forced to fight hollow mockeries from his past again, and the thought of whether his teammates would survive said excursion eclipsed any fears towards his own survival. He had no idea his teammates were currently busy calling up other Jewish superheroes to learn the right way to throw him a celebration. He had no idea when would he reveal his true name to them, and he paid no mind to such affairs right now.

The seas of time parted open to give him a moment of solitude after so long, and he’d take any breather he could.

By his side, his wallet laid open atop the table he was using to work. Often, he liked to look at pictures of Brick, a big sturdy beast some would mistake for a housecat, to calm himself down, as it was impossible to take much of anything seriously looking at Brick. His niece must have loved her so much, God bless her. But he was looking at a different photo now. Very, very grainy in quality, not preserved quite right, but it was all he had still.

Of two men standing in front of a taxi car, arms around each other’s shoulders. One of these men was a short and stocky man in a suit, wearing a duckbill cap, and he had his eyes closed and a great big smile on his face. He had never been much good for smiling in photos, and so his father taught him this wonderful trick of yelling a dirty word you find funny just before the shot, a trick that did wonders for his insecurities about his missing teeth. His name…well, it remains his. A mystery man is entitled to some mystery, no?

The other man was taller, leaner, and his smile was more reserved, if no less warm. He was dressed in a strange strongman get-up, wearing a skintight yellow bodysuit with blue shorts, gloves and cowl. His name was William Ken Scott, and though his eyes were not visible behind the cowl, he didn’t care he had accidentally ruined the shot, too busy staring at his companion instead of the camera.

“You hang tight in there, partner. I got this far, right? …I’m not quitting on us.”

#my writing #tagging #dan schkade #since this started as a prompt to that idea #superheroes #cannon bill #fyi Bill is Sephardic Jewish #didn't find space to put that in but I thought it was important to clarify

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My Sanctuary (Part 3)

Part 1 2 4

Also, first attempt at poetry, so go easy on me <:)

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"You know, I never knew you could pull an Angel move like that."

"Oi, it's not an "Angel move"."

"Hmmmmm, never heard you this silent when you were in Sunnydale."

"You weren't a target, luv, though I remember crashin' some party, and you didn't see me at first."

"Well, duh, the lights were out!" Cordelia scoffs as she waves her nail file in the air before pointing it at the vaguely Spike-shaped lump nestled in her favorite recliner behind the former bellhop desk. "I don't have nocturnal vision, you know."

"Fair." His chuckle is nearly lost as he readjusts in his seat, but she hears it all the same. "Don't have to bloody babysit y'know."

"Please, I don't babysit." The other rolled her eyes, putting on a fresh bottom coat to her nails with a hum. "Didn't feel like fighting tonight, and you're always here, so here we are."

"Your 'ead still hurtin' pet?" He watched Cordelia tense without a blink, the girl trying to put up a front as she faced him with a smile a shade from perfection.

"Oh, you know, not any worse than usual." She shrugged, seemingly looking at her soul, and those eyes made her shiver. A small part of her wonders what he would say if she admitted the pain was worse than they feared, he doesn't seem the type to fall apart like the others would.

"Right, and I've got all my marbles." He watched the seer tense up for a few minutes, not saying anything as she applied a layer of red polish to both hands.

"I've been getting scans, and this is too mystical bullshit for them to help me, so..." Some unseen weight slides off her shoulders as Spike merely watches her, his gaze neither judging nor overly worried.

"No one knows?"

"No, mostly because if I do, we get to see Worried Angel, and that man is a spaz attack to the extreme." She shook her head, both touched and annoyed that he'd been so worried when she vanished he nearly ran off to Pylea without preparing for the journey, listening to Gunn with wide eyes before giving Angel one of the biggest chewing-out lectures she'd ever given.

He got hugs later, but that's beside the point.

"He's always a bit dramatic, yeah?" Spike chuckled. I might know some people who can 'elp, though seer stuff is rare, so I can't promise."

"I'll take anything at this—" she cuts off when the phone rings, turning back to face the desk as she answers by the second ring. "Angel Investigations, we help the hopeless!" She can hear Spike rustle around as she deals with the new potential client, the errant thought of having her back to one of the most dangerous vampires in history nearly making her laugh mid-sentence. Wesley probably was more up the wall about it than she was, the poor guy had confiding in her that he was nervous about going to Angel's room these days, worried Spike might be there and do something, even if he never did.

"So, Spike, I do have some black polish, maybe I could - Spike?"

"I remember this book." The vampire had left the comfort of his chair in favor of the bookshelves Wesley had added for his seemingly endless library that migrated to the Hyperion on a constant basis. Spike was looking at one Cordelia was unfamiliar with, hugging it close to his chest when she reached his side, those blue eyes looking down at the floor.

"I'm not going to take it, I promise." The vampire shyly looked over, and Cordelia smiled, a bit awed that he could look so sweet under his normal snarky exterior. "Do you like that book?"

"I suppose so, but I don't really remember." He sighed, his grip on it tightening a bit. "I sometimes forget when I was alive. I wanted to because it was easy. No rules meant I could take whatever I wanted, and no one could stop me. Sometimes I didn't want to, but I danced to her tune whenever Drusilla sang, could never deny her."

"Well, I don't think you take too much, if that's any consolation." She gently patted his back, the man flinching at her touch. "Tell you what, why don't we go and get comfortable, and you can tell me all about that book of yours, or whatever strikes your fancy. What do you say?"

"I would like that." Spike gives her a little grin, and Cordelia gives him a small hug that thankfully, wasn't brushed off like she feared.

"C'mon, Angel has the best comforter for this..."

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"I do believe I have a concussion." Wesley groaned as Angel's car finally came to a blessed stop in a familiar garage, his head ringing. "Or I'm just old."

"Wes you're like, 25."

"Old is old." Gunn snorted as Angel was the first to exit his car slowly, the vampire still with his demonic face to control the pain from his surely broken leg and cracked ribs. "I think Angel is the only one allowed to play the age card."

"Children, less fighting and more moving out of the car." Angel leaned against the door with a grimace, watching the two humans slowly pile out with their own groans of pain. Fighting a seven-foot demon hellbent on killing some of the homeless population had taken half the night, and none of them had walked away unscathed.

"Cordy is going to need to order takeout; I am starving and there's no way in hell I'm driving home." Gunn moved to help support Angel and Wesley on the vampire's other side as they hobbled towards the door leading up to the lobby, Gunn opening it with a quiet curse. Wesley is about to say something when they hear Spike talking, and the trio shares a look before they shuffle to the end of the wall and peer around to the lobby.

Spike and Cordelia have spread out a blanket, Angel realizing, to his dismay, being one of his favorites, bottles of polish along with a few books strewn about. The vampire is leaning against the familiar round couch while Cordelia is painting his toenails, scribbling something on a notepad he'd been given while she talks about some celebrity gossip. He's clearly not absorbing a lick of what Cordelia is talking about as he writes, muttering under his breath as he crosses out words or adds new ones with a click of his tongue, just all in all invested. Angel's heart aches at memories from times long past flickering at the back of his mind, of moments when Spike would hide away with his little journal, writing when he thought no one was looking. Angelus had never cared for those eyes that would shine with his thoughts, and it hadn't been long before Spike stopped altogether, or at least had improved enough to where he'd never been caught again.

Satisfied with what he had written, Spike reached over to gently tap the top of Cordelia's head, the seer sitting up to give her full attention.

"Ready, pet?"

"Yep, you've got this big guy." Angel and the others share a glance before they slowly sit down on the ground, keeping out of sight while giving their aching bodies a rest as they continue to listen in, Spike clearing his throat before he begins to read off his work.

Her temper like fire,

Beauty, bepraise

One should wonder not at her ire.

Charming with never-ending grace.

Ho!

A force to reckon with,

An axe to contend,

A wordsmith to be praised.

The lady transcends.

Peace

It's quiet when he finishes, the vampire refusing to look up from his paper, just...waiting.

"You wrote a poem...about me?" Cordelia stared at Spike with wide eyes, one hand moving to rest over her chest. "Oh my god that is, that is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done."

"Truly?" Spike isn't sure who's more surprised at the moment, Cordelia or himself, but for the moment takes in the lack of laughter he'd been expecting. It's been a long time since he's been so vulnerable since the old days, proper vulnerable with anyone other than himself, the brunette grinning as she reached over to give him a hug, pulling back and eyeing the now slightly crumpled paper.

"Please tell me I can keep that, I love it so much."

"Of course, by all means." Cordelia let out a little squeal of joy when she snagged it, scanning over the elegant cursive with a bright smile before setting it aside carefully. Spike just looked quite pleased, about to say something else when the smell of battle and blood registered, face snapping over to a corner of the lobby. "Angel?"

"...hey."

Oh bloody hell

"Angel, did you hear my poem?" Cordelia grinned, hurriedly getting up to her feet with Spike when the trio hobbled around the corner, darting for the emergency kit while Spike helped drag the injured men to the couch.

"You write poems?" Gunn asked the blonde, who was decidedly not looking anyone in the eye as he helped Angel peel off his shredded coat with a wince.

"What did you fight? Are you too old to dodge some blows?" Wesley giggled from somewhere to Angel's left. The former Watcher splayed out on the floor as he waited for the room to stop spinning.

"One tall ass people eating demon, the usual." Wesley giggled to himself, Gunn rolling his eyes as Cordelia knelt down beside the man on the floor. "You look so very happy, Cordy; it's a good look for you."

"Mhm, better than the egg you've got on your head." She chuckled, checking him over. "Someone needs some painkillers and rest, if you're worse in the morning then we'll go to the hospital."

"Good thing you have a blanket down here; I do like that one." Wesley hummed, making no move towards said fabric as Cordelia bandaged some cuts on his face. The tranquility was broken when there was a snap followed by a muffled cry, Angel biting down on his hand as Spike readjusted his leg. The smaller man looked slightly apologetic as he temporarily bound Angel's leg the proper way.

"Damn, kinda glad I don't heal that quick." Gunn shook his head, having been tending to his own wounds on the opposite side of the couch. "You gonna be alright?"

"He'll be fine, shouldn't 'ave been driving with a broken leg." Spike scoffed, his grandsire giving a nasty look as he went to fetch some blood from behind the former check-in desk. Angel has pulled his fangs out of his hand by the time he's back, the bottle held out taken and drained as fast as the older vampire could manage. "Ponce."

"Shut it." Spike sat by his side with a small grin, watching Cordelia clear their things off the blanket they'd been using before dragging it over for Wesley, who passed out the moment she dragged him on top of it. "I don't think I can carry him upstairs."

"Call it a surprise sleepover. I'll have Fred help me get more blankets for everyone." Cordelia grinned before darting upstairs, leaving the remaining conscious men to share looks before collectively shrugging.

An hour later, filled with some complaints and fighting over who got the best pillows, takeout enough for a small army, and a projector playing a movie on an awkwardly hanging sheet over the banister, the impromptu sleepover was in full effect. Gunn, Cordelia, and Fred were lounging against each other, commenting on the movie whenever Fred wasn't enraptured. They clearly made up for some lost time, and the humans slowly lost the battle against sleep as time went on. Wesley and Angel were already out for the count, Spike having to bite back a comment on how domestic they looked all snuggled up together in their little corner.

He wanted that so much

He locks up the door and pulls down curtains so he and Angel don't fry come morning once everyone has fallen asleep, working on some more poetry before he also succumbs.

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The thump of a book woke Wesley, the Brit having to sit for a solid minute as his brain rebooted. He remembered a fight, something about poetry, and Angel holding him close, the latter evident with arms firmly tucked around his waist.

It's the strangled whimpering that gets him to sit up, the vampire at his side dead to the world as Wesley looks around for the noise. It's not long before he zeroes in on Spike, who is just about convulsing in his recliner. Despite the world tilting on its axis, gratefully not as bad as it had been hours previous, Wesley gets to his feet and steps over his sleeping coworkers to head toward Spike.

"Spike?" The blonde is clawing at himself as he mutters something Wesley couldn't catch, and despite his better judgement, Wesley grabs ahold of his hands. "Spike, wake up."

"I won't tell you anything please please please..." Spike froze at his touch, the other keeping his voice as low as possible.

"I'm not going to hurt you, but I need you to wake my friend, you're dreaming." Spike begins to move again with ragged breaths, Wesley slowly releasing his grip. "That's it, you-"

"I'm not telling you about the bloody Key." The snarl Spike made could have stopped Wesley's heart as a freed pale hand latches around his throat, normally blue eyes completely black as he sneers at Wesley. "I'll kill you first bitch."

"S...Spik..." Air is slowly becoming a valuable commodity as the hunter struggles to get free, lifted off his feet as Spike stands from his chair, staring at the struggling man with more hatred than Wesley had ever seen on a persons face. "I-I'm...no...t.."

"Spike, put him down." Wesley felt the grip around his throat tighten just that little bit more before those black eyes look away, fixating somewhere to his left, the former Watcher's head starting to spin as the room began to darken.

"I'll kill her before I do that."

"That isn't Glory." Angel keeps his eyes on Spike as he advances, one hand motioning for Gunn to stay down as he woke from the commotion. "Look at him, that's Wesley you're holding."

"You can't trick me; I won't give in." Black eyes flicker over, but Wesley's struggles start to weaken. This isn't right. Glory is a bloody god. She'd be able to hold her own even against his strength, right?

Wesley drops to the floor with a thud, beautiful and wonderful oxygen flowing into his body as he coughs. Spike looks down at him, a myriad of expressions crossing his face before he takes one step back, vanishing with the telltale hum of vampiric speed Wesley has come to know by heart.

"Wes are you okay?" Angel hurriedly knelt at his side, frowning at the red mark on his neck.

"I'll be fine." It felt like his throat was sandpaper, but he'll live. "Is Glory the one who...?" Angel nodded, the glance they shared saying everything it needed to, and Wesley shook his head. "Go, I'll be fine." The vampire hesitated before he vanished just like Spike had, Gunn soon taking his place.

"You know, that is still really cool."

"It is isn't it?"

Angel doesn't have to search very long, able to hear rambling from the suite he'd set up for the younger man, along with a muffled crash. Spike has decided that the furniture Angel had scrounged up was his current target, a nightstand splintering when Spike chucked it against the nearest wall.

"Bad bad bad bad bad! They'll turn to ashes under my hands, I can't do this!" Hands rake through grown-out hair as Spike looks for his next target, instead pointing at Angel as he approaches with a shaking finger. "You'll turn too."

"I've been ashes already, remember?" Angel watches as Spike growls. "Dru screamed it enough at me."

"She was right, bloody burned up by the sunshine who isn't here." Spike raked his hands through his hair again, this time with blood buried deep in his nails. "I was so bloody stupid!"

"No, no you weren't stupid." Angel leans against once of the few bits of furniture left intact, Spike pacing back and forth with quiet curses. "Love isn't stupid, but you know that better than I do, always have."

"Love isn't brains, it's blood." Spike looks over, his expression torn between guilt and exhaustion. "I nearly killed 'im."

"If you had squeezed any harder, you wouldn't have a hand right now."

"Shoulda taken it anyway, bloody ponce." Angel sighed, running a hand over his face.

"As much as I envisioned it at the moment, no, I wouldn't have." Blue eyes stare at him, shrouded with suspicion as Spike finally settled down on the edge of his bed, hugging his arms around himself as tight as they would go.

"I...she tells me in my dreams, how I failed. Shoulda been faster, hit harder, done more." Spike closed his eyes with a pained noise. "I'm sorry, 'bout the Watcher."

"Hey, he's gonna be fine." An uneasy silence settles between them, Angel simply waiting for Spike to make the next move.

"I'll never know, y'know? Told 'er I loved 'er, before everything, soddin' great idea that was, and I'll never know if it was enough." Spike shot back up to his feet, face shifting as he let out a vicious growl. "Why. Wasn't. I Good. Enough?"

"You were."

"I wasn't." The demon face melted away as quick as it had come, and Spike sank to the floor with a pitiful noise, tangling his hands into his hair with his head bowed. "I'm a bloody mess."

"Yea, we all are, but that's this crazy thing called life." Spike didn't react to Cordelia's voice from the doorway, able to smell her and the others who were most likely peering inside behind her. "You going to be alright?"

"Funny word alright, dunno the meaning of it." He muttered, vaguely aware of Angel moving towards the door. "Can't be alright when history is trying to drag you under all the bloody time."

"Tell it to piss off then, we were in the middle of hanging out time." The snort of amusement seems to lighten the mood, and despite having nearly strangled one of them minutes ago, everyone seems to parade into his suite and settle in for what remained of the night. By the time he's uncurled and back onto his feet, everyone has claimed a section of the living room for themselves, save Wesley who was standing in the hallway with a wary look.

"Sorry mate."

"Don't worry about it, although I'll sleep elsewhere, if it's all the same."

"Ta." They hold each others gaze before Wesley heads down the hall, Angel's gaze flickering between Spike and the empty hall before the younger rolls his eyes. "Go, I'll be fine."

"Night then." The elder nodded before he followed after Wesley, Spike watching him go before retreating to his room.

Gods above he needs a bloody smoke.

#personal #buffy the vampire slayer #angel the series #spike btvs #spike #william the bloody #cordelia chase #wesley wyndam pryce #charles gunn #angel #angel btvs #fred burkle #angel investigations #poetry

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sun-lit-roses · 10 months

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Thor’s Hammer

I have not forgotten about Stargate! I’m just really slow 😂 But I’m so ready to see our heroes once more and (hopefully) a new planet! Season 1, Episode 10, let’s go:

Oh boy, report time!(sarcasm) Jack looks like he has my level of enthusiasm.

Ooo more aliens!

WHAT is with the pictures being used for illustration 😂 Yes, we’re talking about Thor, so here’s some 90s sci-fi book covers to prove our point.

Teal’c with the insider knowledge for the win!

This sounds ominous.

Daniel is so eager - got his friendship box and just leaving the rest of the team behind lol

I’m unclear why the people at the gate are laughing? Their exit wasn’t that funny.

Um, team? Now might be the time to get away from the humming giant hammer.

A scanner?

No! Teal’c!

Whoops, there goes Jack too!

Why did everyone run away? Shouldn’t they be less afraid after the magic scanning hammer?

Wow, Daniel, just ‘they’re dead’?? That’s a leap 😲

Ah, they ran to get their leader.

“You’re a little short for gods.” Aw, I like her.

Sam On A Mission.

Not dead, yay! It would be hard to keep going with a show that just killed off half their main cast.

Ugh. Could have done without the Junior Check.

Did Thor just beam in?

Wait, is this a voice mail?

Yeah, that’s not a person.

Wait, I thought the hammer was at the stargate? How many hammers are there?

‘Hall of Mohair’ Okay, that’s pretty good and now all I can think of is a cavern lined with records and ‘70s outfits. And a giant hammer.

Wait, what are the hand thingys? Have we seen those before? I don’t remember them? It has been a while since I watched this show.

Didn’t even say thank you! How rude.

Ooo former Goa’uld, got it. Oh, that’s what the second hammer does! Not great news for Teal’c, though.

Hey, that’s right! They can just run all the Goa’uld through the hammer like an assembly line. Problem solved!

What the heck is that?! Some form of alien crocodile?

Those horns don’t look very efficient for drinking tbh

That’s a convenient thunderstorm for omens.

The cave broke the fire stick?!? Truly this is a terrible day.

Teal’c’s onboard with the Goa’uld Assembly Line Plan, too. Good, I think he has the most common sense out of our intrepid quartet.

I’m getting the sense that Sam is not the diplomat here 😂

Well, that’s good news! At least one host survived and connived her way out.

Good thing they came on a day with a thunderstorm.

Is that the Creature From the Black Lagoon?

“Weapons are of no use here.” Jack promptly fills him with lead. Nice.

What is The First One? First of what? First Goa’uld?

Ooo, guess lead is not a successful deterrent.

Vampire Goa’uld! A concept I did not know I needed, but am very happy to have. Imagine if this is what Dracula looked like, but Jonathan thought he had a skin condition and it would be Rude to comment about it, especially since he was a Client.

Of course Teal’c, you also thought the Vampire Goa’uld did not exist... gotta say this conversation is not super comforting, guys. Although the little beat before Teal’c says ‘I think’ was hilarious. Also Jack’s quip about putting a stake through it’s heart.

Aw, Daniel is so sweet on his wife. I hope she does show back up. And gets some lines.

Yeah, I’m going with he’s not dead, guys. Should have tried the stake.

That’s a really cool dam scene! Aquifer? Something with water. It’s a neat set piece.

Sam and Daniel arguing feels like a disturbance in the force.

Weapons can’t kill him, but they sure do slow him down.

Team Science Nerds found it!!

Hm, this looks like a pretty official cave room. Sadly no mohair records, though.

Did Jack forget about the second hammer thing?

Okay, found the second hammer thing. Poor Teal’c.

I’m so glad Space Vampire gets a villain monologue. I feel like we don’t get those in shows anymore.

Come on,shoot him just a little further into the painful red hammer thing!

No! Teal’c!

Ah, Jack to the rescue.

Team: 1. Space Vampires: 0.

Not that this family moment isn’t sweet, but couldn’t they just knock a hole in a cave wall or something and patch it up once everyone’s out? Like there’s no time limit with the Goa’uld Vampire gone, they could go back to Earth for help and explosives.

Poor Daniel.

Did they just leave this world unprotected?

Okay, at least they’re thinking about this as well.

And Daniel gets to share his box! He’s so excited.

Rating: 🔘🔘🔘🔘

4/5 Gates New planet, potential for new aliens (possibly coming back in the future if the thundercloud is to be believed and Thor gets Daniel’s box?), Space Vampire, learned some more lore, what more could I ask for? The cave did take the fire stick out of commission, which is just a crime, in my opinion. Also, I think I’m holding out on 5/5 gates for something truly status quo changing. But overall a really good episode, I enjoyed it!

#long post #stargate sg1 #reaction post #thors hammer #i am just so tickled at the idea of a space vampire

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erzsebetrosztoczy · 2 years

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Musical talent

Jalim fic

"What's got your attention?" Jason leaned closer; head tilting towards Salim curiously. The Iraqi stepped closer, balancing the notebook in one hand, the other motioning to the ceiling, which stones were decorated with ornate elements, forming intricate passages.

"This journal describes this as a means of communication… " Salim pointed at the precisely carved, waving motifs.

"A way… we could talk to the enemy perhaps." Wondering, his gaze fell back upon Jason.

The younger man, as if feeling the stare on his skin, turned to face Salim. Their eyes met for a second, before Jason's cheeks started to redden; catching himself he turned to the side taking a few steps away.

"You're wasting your time…" Jason shook his head as an opposition and for clearing out his thoughts.

"Gaining knowledge is never a waste of time." Salim retorted; determination and excitement rang in his voice. He looked adamant, scanning through the hastily scribbled notes, of what Jason couldn't make out anything.

He was impressed by the Iraqi soldier already, learning more and more about Salim's courage and bravery; how clever and reasonable this man is.

A soldier, thought to be the enemy – he proved to be able to contradict all of Jason's prejudices and doubts. "Those explorers wanted answers, and so do I." Salim stated, curving his index and middle finger to knock on the yellowed, worn out pages of the notebook.

Jason pursed his lips. Yeah, maybe a little too determined. What a pigheaded fella.

"Remind me again how those explorers ended up?" He asked, cynical.

Exactly. They got eaten by fucking vampires under the earth. Miles and miles deep in a literal hell-hole, with no hopes of escape. Be nosy here, and you earn a few vicious claws and fangs – digging into you; toring and slicing our flesh until it's just a ribbon.

Jason had no intention to be more curious than needed. He liked living, even if it's without answers.

Salim strolled from one spot to another, brows furrowed, eyes zig-zagging through the lines. Jason wondered how the man could understand those writings. He, who's first language is English, can't make out any understandable words in that notebook, let alone a person who has a totally different language and alphabet than english.

Jason needed to admit he's shocked, how well educated an Iraqi can be. Back at base everyone just laughed and shrugged, joking and mocking the Iraqi army of their capability.

Guess they were the ones who got this thing whole wrong. After all, most of his comrades only knew english… If they knew proper english…

"Over here! I've found something!" Salim turned back, eyes sparkling with excitement. Walking up to the carved statue, Jason examined the strange structure.

It was made out of massive stone, one that must have been a tough task to get done. And there were those green fibres again. Creeping through the curved stone, waving past rifts and lines – reaching the floor, the green yarn spreaded out like cracked glass.

"It makes for an interesting read." Salim mumbled, motioning down the paper. Jason hummed, shrugging his shoulders nonchalant.

"Never been one for books." A cheeky smirk ran through his lips. "I'll wait for the movie to come out." Jason added, looking over to the stone, as Salim chuckled. Jason's eyes flashed back at the older man for a second, as his soft voice echoed back from the walls. Salim leaned ahead, slowly bringing out his hand to touch the curved lines of the stone obelisc. Careful; as he was about to touch a spiderweb his fingertips brushed against the cold stone, following the lines and loops; he made a few small circles.

Suddenly a strange echo erupted from the walls. As if metals were rubbing against each other, a steady reverberation, that sank deeper and deeper as the sound spread throughout the spacious room.

"The fuck is that?!" Every nerve in Jason's body lit up with bright red lamps; burning his skin from the inside and screaming. Run, run, run as far as you can, as fast as you can, until you feel the hot breeze on your skin again, until you see the sand and the mountains again. Until you're out of this hole, you run and run and run.

"Oh! It's singing!" Salim breathed out, face turning up to the walls.

He smiled, and Jason tripped in his own mind – stuck with the image. Salim's smile lit up his face - dotted with dirt and blood, worn down by the constant vigilance; from those grotesque figures and screams, from this never-ending fever dream.

But against all odds, Salim managed to be cheerful, never giving up on the task of getting out safe and sound, never leaving his spirit to fade into the abyss. And it stunned Jason. It left him awestruck and disbelieving how someone can have so much faith.

After a few moments, still waiting for something horrible to happen from the loud noises, Jason stepped closer to Salim.

"What do you make of these carvings?" He tilted his chin, motioning to the stone statue.

"It's a language formed from chords. Musical scales. Sonics." Salim explained.

"Mary was a pianist. She decipered it. She thought these carvings represented the stars." After a moment, his eyes stopped at an area where the carved out dots condensed together. Do you see? That's Cetus. The Whale."

Jason's eyes ran through the dots and lined, curling and spiralling up like tendrils. If he took out the different directions that the carvings took up; he would be left with some shorter, and some longer dots.

"That language sounds a little like morse code." He murmured, trying to remember all the alphabetic correspondences he learnt in his early years in the military. Though after a few seconds he came to the conclusion – these out-of-this-world creatures might not be writing their secret vampire language in english…

"No…" Salim shook his head, eyebrows knitted together in concentration. "It's more musical than that. It has a pitch, a rhythm, a color… According to the journal there was only one scale of sound in the device…" The older man explained, leaning deep into the old sketchbook. "But Mary was studying it alone. I think there may be another." After a moment of hesitation, Salim started nodding, slowly looking at Jason. "I'm going to need your help." He stated, and Jason's mouth reacted before his mind could think of anything.

"Name it." He might not be much of a musical talent himself, but Jason can follow orders quite effectively.

"This console is too big to operate single-handedly." The Iraqi lieutenant gestured to the stone obelisk, stepping aside for Jason to wander closer.

In the center, two identical circles lay, shaping a somewhat hourglass figure. Salim ran his fingers through the bumps on the lower half, while Jason had no choice but to climb up onto the rock, reaching for the other half of it.

Squatting down he braced his weight with one arm; grasping the cold, damp stone while he leaned down, reaching the lines.

Salim looked up to the ceiling, examining the wide horns; hanging down like hungry mouths then looked at Jason, signaling to start the maneuver.

"Never thought you're a musician…" Jason mumbled while trying a pattern. The device fell silent, so he continued. "Would never have guessed it."

With a high pitched chuckle Salim shook his shoulders.

"How would you have guessed it anyway?" He questioned, a cynical yet curious glint in his eyes.

"I dunno. Maybe from how you hold that damn iron bar." With a snort, a faint smile ran through Jason's lips. It's true, they didn't have too much time pondering about each other's interests. As he looked at Salim again, slight panic flooded his mind, watching the older man's reaction – he looked forward, a mile-long glare on his face, maybe Jason overstepped here, offending the Iraqi with yet another of his great speculations.

But then, after a never ending moment Salim's eyes softened, his features melted into a calm and relaxed half smile.

"Maybe not from how I handle my weapon," he looked up at Jason with a proud grin. "...but I'm fond of the piano. So we can say, you guessed right with this one, Jason."

The marine had to relocate his grip on the stone, before he slips down from the thought of Salim, playing a piano in a quiet, calming room, bright sun rays of the early morning slaying out on his torso, giving a golden frame to his skin. With a smile on his face, eyes focused on the score, skilled fingers skimming through the keys…

Jason coughed, clearing his throat and mind from any distracting image.

Now he was sure they needed to get out of this deep hole, no matter what.

He wanted to hear that play for himself.

#the dark pictures anthology: house of ashes #dark pictures house of ashes #house of ashes #the house of ashes #hoa #hoa fic #jason kolchek #jason #salim othman #salim #jalim #jalim fic #I DIDN'T WRITE FOR SO LONG IT FELT 😵🤪🤯💀 writing it lmaaaaooo #i got the idea of a hc i did earlier saying Salim has some kind of knowledge of mucis and composing music cause he was the one who found #out how Mary studied the carvings and etcetc yes i firmly believe Salim either know how to play the piano or violin

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hecatemoon87 · 2 years

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The Insatiable Vampire: Freddie Jackson - Part I

Ugh, I'm sorry! I know people are more into drabbles. Reading a billion word fic isn't always an option. But how can I not go down the rabbit hole? HOW? I mean, Tom Hardy Characters as Vampires? I could literally write stories for this genre until I die. So, behold Part I and Part II is on it's way.

Inspired by my Vampires!! Post (here)

You can also read: The Vampire Devil Delaney & The Brooklyn Vampire (Bob from the Drop)

PART II

Warnings: Mention of Sex & of course, Vampires!

Words: 1966

Jessamy sat opposite of her supervisor, Martin. She was uncertain if she had misheard the instructions he’d just given her.

“So, you want me to find a vampire, but instead of staking him…I bring him in for rehabilitation?” she asked.

“That’s right,” Martin said, clasping his hands on his desk.

Martin was a man of Indian descent, entering his mid-fifties. He had a heavy cockney accent and tended to smoke a pack of cigarettes each day. He recently had given up smoking and wasn’t in the most pleasant of moods that afternoon.

“Do you realize how mental that sounds?” she asked.

“Yes, Jessamy, I bloody know how it sounds!” he snapped, pounding the desk with a fist.

“Good, then mind telling me what the fuck is going on? When did the agency stop killing monsters and start singing kum ba yah with them?” she said, leaning forward from her chair.

“These fucking days, everything’s gotta be politically correct, right? Well, the agency is no exception. People are demanding change, a better world and all that. Petitions are coming in urging us to start treating monsters in a humane manner,” Martin said, sitting back in his chair.

“Interesting, can they tell us how to treat something humanely when it isn’t even human?”

“Jess, I’m on your side. But you will do what I tell ya, cause that’s what bloody management wants,” Martin said, picking up a manila folder from his desk top and tossing it to Jessamy.

She opened the file to find a glossy five by eight photo of an attractive looking young man. He had a cheeky grin plastered on his face and she immediately pegged him as a trouble maker. She quickly scanned the details of his biography.

His name was Freddie Jackson and he was thirty years old. He had been part of a gang and had done some time in prison during his human life. According to the file he had not been a vampire for very long, yet somehow managed to score an impressive body count of a total of fifty-two people.

“He kinda looks like a chav,” Jessamy said, laughing softly.

“Laugh all you want, that little psycho has been a real problem,” Martin said.

“Fine, but why me? Why not Harker? I have three other cases I’m working on,” Jessamy said.

“This is your new case. The other three have been reassigned,” Martin said.

“Why?”

“We need someone of your…caliber on this,” Martin said.

“Bullshit, tell me the truth, Martin,” she said.

“Fuck it, fine. The agency wants a pretty woman on this case,” Martin said.

“And I thought we were trying to be more politically correct?” Jessamy said, shaking her head.

“Yeah, well, the little shit likes his women. Just charm his socks off and bring him in.”

— o — o —

Jessamy had done her research and determined the proximity of Freddie’s hunting grounds. She’d take a stroll around those areas, using herself as bait to draw him in. Being an experienced hunter, Jessamy wasn’t too worried about being confronted by Freddie.

She walked without care as the day drifted into night. She had a dress on, a summer one in particular as it was June in London. It wasn’t a hunter’s outfit, but she thought it would be more enticing for a womanizing cunt like Freddie.

An hour passed when she heard footsteps approaching her from behind. She smiled to herself, knowing it was him and kept moving forward. The footsteps suddenly ceased, but she knew better than to turn around. Keep your eyes forward, always, she knew. And then, lo and behold, Freddie Jackson materialized by a lamppost in front of her.

“Look at you, luv. Absolutely fucking stunning,” he said with the same grin that had been smeared on his face in his photo.

“Hi there, you must be Freddie,” she said, giving him a pretty smile.

“You know me?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Oh, let’s not go and ask boring questions like that,” Jessamy said, pretending to pout.

In a flash, Freddie appeared just a foot in front of her. He approached and leered down at her.

“You’re very pretty. I’d hate to go and bruise you all up,” he growled.

Jessamy kept her cool. She had always intended to tell him everything. She wanted to test his temper and clearly he wasn’t very in control of it.

“My name is Jessamy O’dell. I’m from an agency known as Defensio Contra Malum,” she said, flashing her badge at him.

“Fucking supernatural MI6, right?” Freddie said, scoffing.

“Something like that,” she replied.

“And you’re here to bring me in?” he asked.

“I’m here to talk. You have, after all, killed fifty-two people,” she said.

“I’ve only killed fucking bad people,” Freddie said.

“Yes, I noticed that during my research. Why exactly? You weren’t exactly an exceptional human being, are you trying to redeem yourself as a vampire?” she asked with interest.

“Something like that,” he said, coldly.

She was a few inches shorter than he and she had to look up into his eyes. He had lovely blue eyes, fabulously clear cream colored skin and gorgeous bee stung lips. She knew that he was handsome from his photo, but in person, he was completely captivating. Suddenly, she felt sleepy, her eyelids feeling rather heavy just then.

“You’re feeling a little tired, huh?” he said, looking deep into her eyes.

Jessamy had dealt with mesmerism before, but from much older vampires. She couldn’t believe that a young vampire such as Freddie could possess such powers at this age.

“What…no, I…” she said, shaking her head.

“Yeah, you’re very tired. I think you need to have a little lie down, yeah?” he said, slipping an arm around her waist as she dipped toward the ground.

“Why you little shit…” she said, just before passing out completely.

— o — o —

Jessamy slowly awoke to find herself in a dark room. There was some light coming from her right side, so he glanced over and saw a window with the curtains drawn back. The light of the city illuminated the room and she pushed off the bed to go look out the window. The neighborhood below appeared to be Soho. She had to take a moment to recall how’d she gotten here and she clenched her fists upon remembering Freddie’s enchantment.

“So, the baby vamp bought himself a flat in Soho with his victims’ money,” she said, whispering to herself.

“Yeah, I did. Not bad, eh?” a voice from the corner of the room said.

Jessamy nearly jumped out of her skin.

Freddie stood up from a chair in the corner of the room. He switched the light on and walked over to Jessamy.

“Alright, you’ve had your fun. Now, let me go,” she said, sternly.

“Why would I do something stupid like that? You go off, telling your fancy agency that Freddie Jackson needs to be locked up. Nah, I don’t think so, luv,” he said.

“You’re not going to be locked up. The plan is for rehabilitation,” she said.

“Yeah? Tell me then, what does that mean exactly?" he asked.

“Well, it means…um, you’ll go through a program and, um…” she said, now realizing she didn’t know what it meant.

“That’s what I fucking thought. I go with you and I’m fucked. Besides, I only kill bad people. So, go tell your agency, Defensio whatever, to go fuck themselves,” he said.

“If I don’t return, they’ll just send someone else after you,” she said.

He walked up on her, close enough to kiss her and hooked a finger under her chin. Not wanting to be hypnotized again, she averted her eyes from his gaze. He chuckled as he watched her pretty brown eyes look up at the ceiling.

“Afraid I’ll make you drop your panties instead of asking you to sleep?” he said, grinning.

She tried to push him away, but he was like a brick wall. She only succeeded in hurting her wrists a little.

“Stop it. I’m a highly trained hunter, so don’t fuck with me. Besides, you’re just a baby vampire, how the hell did you do that back there?” she grumbled.

“Dunno, just have a knack for it,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Well, jolly good for you. Now let me go,” she said.

“No,” he said, flatly.

She began to struggle against him, so he grabbed her wrists and kissed her. She whined against his lips, attempting to wiggle out from his vice-like grip. But then she started to relax, because it all started to feel very good. His body was firm and muscular, his lips had such a pleasant bounce to them that she couldn't help but kiss him back. He tasted like gum, spearmint specifically. And his tongue, oh god, his tongue had slipped into her mouth causing her knees to grow weak.

When he broke the kiss, she regained her senses and tensed up.

“What the hell? How are you doing this?” she asked, completely surprised that he had entranced her with a kiss.

“I told you, I have a knack,” he said, grinning.

She rolled her eyes at his cockiness.

“So, what is your plan? Keep me locked up and hope my agency never finds you?” she questioned.

He thought for a moment, then said offhandedly, “I wanna taste your blood.”

“Pardon?”

He brought her close to him again, tilting her head away and tracing his nose over the contour of her neck.

“You smell like…honey. I bet your blood tastes like it too,” he said, sniffing her neck.

Her heart started beating rapidly, afraid he’d bite her. He at first placed a gentle kiss on her collarbone, then abruptly licked upwards to her jawline. She squirmed in his arms, at first rocked by fear, then ending with an overwhelming sensation of arousal.

“Stop it,” she said, her tone not entirely convincing.

“Do you know what else I smell, luv?” he said, purring into her ear.

She closed her eyes, not daring to ask.

“You’re on your menses, ain’t yeah?” he said, inhaling sharply.

She felt the intake of air around her neck and she shivered in his arms.

“Yeah, you are, luv. I can smell that sweet little cunny of yours,” he said, opening his mouth up, scraping his fangs over her throat.

Jessamy could feel the outline of his cock against her leg. He was rock solid hard.

“You’re deplorable,” she said, trying to stay in control of her willpower.

“Nah, that’s not how you feel. I can smell your hormones too. You’re randy,” he said, pulling back so that he could gaze down into her eyes.

“It’s…it’s because you're using your bloody mesmerism,” she said, trying to justify it.

“Funny thing is, I’m not,” he said.

She could tell that he was dead serious because that cheeky grin was nowhere to be found.

“What…I, uh…what are we going to do now?” she asked, uncertain what else to say.

He carefully released her from his grasp and continued the conversation.

“I’m gonna leave you for a few hours. I haven’t eaten tonight and I tend to get a bit cranky if I don’t feed. I don’t wanna rip out that beautiful throat of yours, now do I?” he said.

Her hand involuntarily fluttered to her throat and shook her head.

“No, I don't want that either,” she said.

"Hang tight, luv. I'll be back. In the meantime, keep that fine arse of yours in this room," he said.

Before she could say anything in return, he simply vanished once she blinked. She sighed and walked back to the window and looked down upon the city. She was much better suited for ghosts or even werewolves. Vampires were such a pain in the neck (pun intended)

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