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tkomptgoedluv · 9 hours ago

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revenge.

tear you apart pt.2

pt.1 here | pt.2

grumpycafeworkervampire! joost x f! reader

tags: dead dove do not eat, f! reader, internetcafe & vampire au, reader doesn’t know how to cope very well, joost’s heart is too big for his body, they’re both desperate to be the other one’s peace, so much hurt, possibly even more comfort, plenty of angst, all characters are dutch and speak in dutch but dialogue is written in english for obvious reasons.

word count: 8,489.

warnings: very detailed descriptions of blood and self harm, descriptions of an un-specific mental illness, semi-heavy stalking, breaking and entering, mentions of gore, brief mentions of violence + abuse, rpf.

notes: hello my lovelies <3 thank you so much for being so patient with this one! it’s not only the longest fic that i’ve ever written, but also genuinely my pride and absolute joy. i fear that i might not ever be able to top this one, actually, so please enjoy it! just keep in mind that this fic comes with a MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING.

also once again, a big big shoutout to my BABY @joosthead for putting up with me constantly asking her to check the doc every time that i added something. please go check out her work if you haven’t already — she’s got some mad shit coming 💋

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you never really were too good at knowing when to stop, were you?

it’s always been easy for you to get lost in it, lost in the feeling of your old razor blades carving line after line into your skin. once you started, you just had to keep going until you physically couldn’t. not until you’d get too dizzy to focus, until you just couldn’t quite keep your grip tight enough on the razor anymore.

you never learned how to cope any other way; since you were fifteen, it had been your default. cutting yourself up whenever you started to feel too much, or whenever levi would push you too far. as a kid, it was more of a punishment but with him, it was your way of controlling all the pain that you felt.

that’s why you’d done it again, why it’s been the only thing that you’ve managed to do over the past five days or so. you were trying to control things, trying to come to terms with what you had seen and all the big feelings that came right along with it.

you’d spent so long wishing him away — daydreaming of all the terrible things that could happen so you’d finally be free of him. you never actually thought that it would happen, though. that you’d witness your own boyfriend get ripped apart limb from limb; devoured as if he was nothing more than a piece of meat.

you hated that some sick and twisted part of you deep down, missed him. that you just couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he was gone now. and you hated that when it came to joost, you weren’t quite sure what you felt. for less than a fucking hour he’d been the closest thing to friend that you’d had in years, but then he’d gone and done that and —

blood dripped down from your wrists, the tops of your arms, and your thighs, and onto the dirty white tiles of your bathroom floor. you’d never gotten this carried away before, and you had made such a mess of it. all the cleaning up would have to be done tomorrow because right now you doubted that you’d even be able to stand.

at least you weren’t feeling quite so much anymore; only the stinging of each and every single one of the fresh cuts. it all hurt, but it was a better thing to feel than the guilt that had kept you confined inside the walls of your own home for so long. you couldn’t help but wonder if you would die here, alone and bleeding on your bathroom floor, or if the police would find you before you’d get the chance to.

you’ve seen bits and pieces of what his friends had been saying online— knew that they wanted to report levi as a missing person now. you wondered how long it would be before the police would come for you, either looking for him or his killer. then again, you weren’t actually sure if there was even a body left behind for them to find.

finally, after god knows how many, you put the razor blade down. it clattered against the linoleum and laid still in one of the few small pools of your own blood. honestly, you were a little proud of what you had done to yourself, even though it still felt like it wasn’t enough.

in a daze, you just sat there quietly as the time passed, as the blood slowly began to dry. you weren’t entirely sure of the time but it had to have been late from how dark it was outside. your phone was somewhere in your flat, having died a while ago after you neglected to charge it for a few days, but it’s time probably would’ve read something like one or two o’clock in the morning.

no one had been by to check on you, not that you had expected them to, especially not at a time like this, so you jumped when you heard a knock at your front door. silence rang out as you waited, too afraid to move, until you finally heard another one. only then did you get up.

it was with wobbly legs that you limped your way out of the bathroom and through your hallway, your heart hammering away inside your chest. you tried to peer out through your front room windows as you hobbled over to the door, certain that you’d see flashing blue lights or the silhouette of a police officer waiting for you on your doorstep.

but as you opened your front door just an inch, barely wide enough to peak your head around outside, all you saw was nothing. no cars going past, no people wandering by, nothing.

for just a moment, you could have laughed. because this was it now, surely; your breaking point. all that guilt, all of that paranoia — it was finally driving you mad.

the old hinges of your door squeaked as you went to close it again, turning on your heels as you did so. you glanced up as one of the floorboard creaked from behind you, the gloss in your eyes only slightly blurring the sight of him standing right there, somehow.

you went to scream, a high pitched, blood-curdling shriek right on the rip of your tongue when his hand came up to cup your mouth shut. he knocked you back into the door, slamming it shut as his entire body weight came down to have you pinned against it. you could feel just how hard he was shaking as he held you there, see how those big, panicked eyes of his were flickering between blue and red.

“no no no, please, please don’t scream. i’m not gonna hurt you.”

joost was frantic as he spoke, almost choking on each of his words, begging for you to keep quiet. no matter how desperately you were trying to fight against him, your nails clawing at his chest through his shirt as you fought to get him off of you, you weren’t going anywhere. the more that you struggled, the harder his grip on you got.

you had no way of knowing it yet, but this was killing him. seeing you so small like this, crying out, sobbing, against his hand as you used what little strength you had left to try and push him away — it was undoubtedly going to haunt him.

he knew that he shouldn't be here, not really. he shouldn’t know where you live, shouldn’t have followed you home that one night a couple months ago. it was just that there had been an attack in your city that week; some poor girl found dead in an alleyway, all bloody and beaten, barely clothed. he’d already had your routine memorised by then, so he knew that you’d be making your way back from the cafe alone, in the middle of the night.

joost had just wanted to protect you, he’d just wanted to make sure that you weren’t about to become the next headline in the local newspaper. at least, that was what he had told himself as he’d stayed hidden away in the shadows, his head down low and hood pulled up as he’d ‘escorted’ you home without you ever knowing it.

sure, it had definitely crossed some lines, him sneaking out of the cafe’s back door after you’d left that night to follow you, but the alternative was worse, right?

that’s what all this came down to, really. his insatiable need to know that you were safe. because last week, you’d ran from him that night with marks on your arm that your boyfriend hadn’t been the one to put there. and you’d ran from him, no less, scared out of your mind at the mere sight of him as he’d stood there pleading with you to stay.

and joost couldn’t stand that.

everyone else could view him as a monster and treat him as such, but not you.

never you.

that was the only reason why he’d ended up on your doorstep tonight. he needed to know that you were okay, that you were still alive, and that you understood that what he had done to levi, he would never, ever, do to you.

it was never his plan to ‘invite’ himself in the way that he had. he was going to knock on your door and wait for you to answer it, and he was prepared to spend the rest of the night out there, reasoning with you to just hear him out if he had to. and if by the end of it all you were to still cast him out with the promise of never wanting to see him again, he’d find a way to live with it. just as long as you’d be okay; he’d live with it.

it was never his plan to get to the top of your street and already be able to smell it. the thick, sweet, iron-heavy smell of your blood already so strong that he was gagging by the time he made it to your doorstep. hunched over and heaving, he’d stumbled up to your front door, forcing himself to take deep, slow breaths through his mouth before finally knocking. it took everything in him, every little last bit of willpower, not to turn right then and there.

“lieverd, it’s okay. i promise it’s okay; i’m just here to talk. you…you don’t have to fight me.”

even as you were still thrashing, joost leant down to rest his forehead against yours. his eyes bore into yours as they continued to flash between the two different colours, a few tears of his own welling up behind his waterline. the last time that you were up this close, close enough to see the sweat shining on his temples, you were grasping onto his arm in such a feeble attempt to hide yourself from who you thought to be the only monster in the room.

the one whose blood you’d later seen dripping down from in between joost’s fingers, as he’d clutched onto his heart like a trophy.

he should be the real monster to you — a small part of you even wanted him to be. as terrible as levi truly was, he’d never bitten the head off of anyone, never ripped a heart straight out of someone’s chest. he was just…levi. he was your boyfriend and you hated him, but you never wanted him to die.

there was a bigger part inside of you, though, one that twisted up at the thought of joost being anything like one of the ‘bad guys’ from your old bedtime stories. because despite everything that you’d seen, despite how he’d found out where you lived, somehow, and now had you pinned up against your own front door with his hand holding your mouth shut, you knew that he wasn’t. he wasn’t evil, wasn’t dangerous like how your boyfriend had been, and you knew that. you just didn’t quite know it yet.

still, you began to relax. whether it was by choice or because you simply didn’t have any fight left in you anymore, you weren’t entirely sure. your whole body felt as though it was on fire from how several of your cuts had ripped open slightly from your struggle. small spots of blood started to seep through the thin, white cotton of your shorts as you almost went limp against joost; your eye-contact unbreaking.

there was just something about the way in which he was looking at you. it was the exact same one he gave you that night last week, when he was desperately trying to convince you not to go back home to levi. his hands had been cupping each one of your cheeks, his warm breath fanning across your face as he panted. seeing that same look on him now, it was enough for you.

joost had felt you start to ease, had heard the fast beating of your heart start to slow. his grip on your mouth loosened as he gently wiped away the wet from your face with his free hand, tucking the loose strands of your hair away from your eyes.

“i’m gonna let you go now, okay? then we can talk?”

you nodded, blinking away the tears from your eyes.

as he held back a breath, joost finally moved his hand away from your mouth and took a single step back — allowing you just enough space to stand up on your own. he still hadn’t looked away from your face, his eyes stuck on yours as he searched your features for any signs of fear, any signs that you were about to turn and run.

but instead you seemed…calm. still very much in shock; your hands still very much trembling as you wrapped your arms around your middle. but you were calm enough to stand your ground and not shrink underneath his gaze. you didn’t flinch when both of his hands came up to cup either side of your jaw, the pads of his thumbs caressing along the skin.

“are-are you okay? i’ve not seen you in…i thought that maybe you had…”

he couldn’t quite find it in him to finish his sentence. it wasn’t like he needed to, you already knew exactly what he was talking about, and now it all started to make sense.

that look in his eyes, the way his voice kept shaking every time that he spoke. he was here because he was scared, terrified even, that you’d done something to yourself. that night you’d told him, more rather shown him your secret so he knew what you were capable of now, and it had been driving him mad ever since you disappeared.

you hadn’t needed to say anything; the way you suddenly pulled yourself away from him had said enough. in all of the chaos he hadn’t thought to simply look down. if he had, he would have seen all the damage you’ve already done; every single one of the fresh cuts that you’ve given yourself tonight and all of the ones from the nights before. the old vest top and pyjama shorts that you were wearing weren’t hiding anything — from your shoulders down to your shins, he could see everything now that he had finally dropped his gaze.

with his head down, you couldn’t see his face but you could feel the way he tensed up. you could hear him sniff, cough, and swallow down the bile that was rising up in his throat as he stumbled back a few steps.

you were still bleeding.

it was making his teeth ache.

neither of you said anything for a while. you stood frozen by the door, your arms still wrapped around yourself as he just stared blankly at you with tears running down his cheeks.

he felt sick; sickened by the very thing he’d been so afraid of now staring at him right back in the face. he couldn’t stand the sight of it but couldn’t bring himself to look away, either — there was just so much red. long, neat lines of red that covered you almost completely from head to toe; no patch of skin left unmarked. it was vile, it was abhorrent, it was breaking his heart.

“why?”

that was all joost could muster. a pathetic, broken question as he tried so desperately to pull himself back together.

“i…i don’t know.” you paused only to wipe your teary eyes on the back of your hand. “i never know what else to do when i feel like this; it’s just been hard, joost -”

you trailed off, quickly losing your train of thought when you heard him sob all of a sudden. you hadn’t seen him start to crack because you’d been staring down at your feet, suddenly feeling too shy to meet his eyes. except now he was the one trying to hide, his arm coming up to cover his face as he cried hard enough to make his shoulders bounce.

he repeated ‘i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.’ like a mantra in between shallow gasps of breath and hiccups.

he was blaming himself for this because how could he not? all those cuts along your skin; you might have been the one behind the blade but he had been the one to do it. he’d been the one to scar you like this. that one irreversible act of his that he prayed would keep you safe had pushed you to an edge that he feared he wouldn’t be able to pull you back from.

it wasn’t even his responsibility to, not really. he didn’t know you and you didn’t know him, either. still, he found himself loving you in a way that didn’t make any sense.

and you loved him too, didn’t you? in a way that you couldn’t quite wrap your head around because of course you did. you proved that to both yourself and to him by how you finally moved from your spot by the door just so you could take his hands and pry his arms away from his face. you let him engulf you, cradling you close to his chest as he cried into your shoulder because you knew that he needed it.

you didn’t know who he was or even what he was, but you knew that he wasn’t something to truly fear. deep down you knew that you loved him in such an awfully twisted way, and you knew that he needed to feel you just to know that you weren’t going anywhere.

joost was still spilling out his apologies as you tried so hard to soothe him. you felt him shiver under your touch when you let your hands slip underneath the hem of his t-shirt to rub the hot skin of his sides, your soft little whispered assurances filling his ear.

it wasn’t his fault, nor was it levi’s or anyone else’s. you were like this long before he’d ever set his eyes on you and a part of you had already accepted that you always will be. the very last thing that you wanted was for it to be a burden someone else had to carry, let alone somebody like joost.

“you didn’t do this, okay? it’s alright. i’m gonna be alright.”

maybe it was cruel of you to try and calm him with words that even you didn’t fully believe in. what you had done to yourself only an hour ago, only you would ever be to blame for it, but you didn’t know if you were going to be alright in the end. you were still a witness to what he’d done and you were still doomed to live with the guilt of that.

“you don’t need to apologise for what i’ve done; you know that this is what i do. it’s not your fault.”

“but i fucked up, lieverd.” joost shuddered as he sucked in a sharp breath, sniffing. “i fucked up and i did this to you; you did it because of me.”

you hushed him, carefully stepping back just enough so that you had the room to cradle either side of his neck in your hands, urging him to look back at you. as soon as he did, you could see that his eyes were back to being just their usual sweet blue, nothing else.

“i did it because i was scared, joost. i didn’t know what else to do.”

“what, scared of me?”

his question was more like a punch to the gut than anything else. for just a moment it knocked the air out of you; left you winded and with no idea on how to go about answering it. truthfully, the answer was yes, but also no, because it was never actually him that you were so afraid of.

you were just afraid of what he did; what you know joost is truly capable of now. you were afraid of the part of you that was almost relieved to see levi suffer what he did, knowing that it meant that he wouldn’t be able to hurt you anymore. but again, you never wanted him to die. you never wanted to see him get torn apart, piece by piece.

joost whimpered out your name when you didn’t answer and instead just stood there with your mouth slightly agape. your lack of an actual, verbal answer was an answer in itself, really, and he knew that; knew that you were probably just too scared and too kind to tell him the truth. still he needed to hear you say it though, purely for his own sake, he needed to hear you say that he wasn’t just another monster to you.

but the longer that he waited, the weaker his knees started to feel. he kind of fell into you, in a way, burying his face deeper into the crook of your neck as your arms came up to hold him against you. his hot tears ran down your skin and pooled together in the dip of your collarbone and it was right then that your own eyes started to burn.

slipping out from his grasp, you wordlessly led him by the hand over to your sofa. you watched him collapse onto it as you took a seat next to him, his elbows rested on his knees as his head hung low in between them. his shoulders were still shaking and you could still hear each of the muffled cries that were spilling from his lips.

“please, please, believe me, lieverd. what i did…i never wanted it to hurt you. i’m so sorry.”

you curled yourself into a tight little ball and let out a long, deep breath, one that you hadn’t even known you’d been holding. you had questions; so, so many questions that had been festering, growing like mould in the back of your head. and joost could almost feel you holding them back as he looked up at you with such watery eyes, the only red in them being the sore, puffy rings around them.

“ask me anything, whatever you wanna know.”

“why did you do it?”

there was no emotion in your voice and you kept your face blank as you spoke — it was only the slight quiver of your bottom lip that gave you away.

“he was going to hurt you, schatje.”

“but how…how were you even…?”

it had happened decades ago, back when internet cafes were still just your average libraries and when only the rich could afford to have their own mobile phones.

joost had been young, living off the high of infamy and adoration that came with being in one of the best punk bands in the scene at the time. him and his friends, they’d been something of local legends; for good and for bad, it just depended on who you asked. those that loved them deemed them god-like in their old denim and rusted chains, and those that hated them, simply feared them.

he’s not proud of it, how they spent day after day rotting away in a garage, doing whatever drugs they could get their hands on and writing songs just to spend night after night playing shows at only the worst bars they could find. how they’d get even more off their faces afterwards and start fights, smashing up the venues and spray-painting anarchy symbols anywhere and everywhere that they could. how if the night didn’t end with them running away from the cops then it would end with them in the bed of anything with a pretty face, two legs, and a heartbeat.

and then what was supposed to be the best night of the band’s life, the biggest show they’d ever played to a crowd that already knew all the words to their songs, became nothing more than the beginning of the end. it’d happened after they’d all really outdone themselves, whilst those so-called ‘friends’ of his that only ever brought out the worst of him were all passed out somewhere, and joost had decided to go out for a little wander.

still to this day, he can’t remember the face of who had jumped him. the alleyway had been too dark and he’d been too drunk to even know where he was, so all that truly stuck with him was the agony of it all. the searing pain of a pair of fangs plunging deep into the side of his neck, the gradual, stinging cold he’d felt as the life was almost all but drained from him. whoever it was, they’d left him there to die afterwards — still to this day, a part of him wishes that he had.

waking up that next morning something so much worse than human, consumed by an appetite so uncontrollable that he just couldn’t help himself when he came across that lone jogger whilst on his way back to his friends. surely it had to have been worse than death. he’d torn that poor guy to shreds as if it was nothing, as if he was just pulling chicken off the bone.

but he hadn’t stopped there, had he? he couldn’t, he didn’t know how to. even after he’d shown up on his drummer’s doorstep covered in blood and crying his eyes out, he had to keep going, keep feeding. because joost wasn’t too good at knowing when to stop, either, was he?

it had taken him years to figure it out, actually. years of mindless, reckless slaughter to realise that he actually hated what he was now, and that his ‘friends’ weren’t ever really his friends. from the moment he’d shown up that day, all stained red and babbling about the man he’d just killed, the band played him like a puppet simply because they knew that they could.

regardless of the change, he was still joost. they knew that it really wouldn’t take much to get inside of his head, to spin whatever that had happened to him into something almost profitable for them all. and it hadn’t, because everything they had him do was always ‘for the band’, so really, how could he have said no?

besides, he would have been lying if he’d said he hadn’t come to enjoy it, after a while. seeing the life drain from their eyes as they’d beg for mercy, pleading with him, promising him that they’d do whatever he wanted if he’d just let them go. he’d always laugh then, before sinking his teeth into their throats.

and it helped that these people also happened to be nobodies, too. from shitty bar owners that wouldn’t let them play to members of a rival band that had just gotten a little too cocky for their own good. no one ever missed them, most hardly noticed that they were gone.

joost was never a monster to them, to the band, just an over-glamorised attack dog that could do a lot more than just bite.

it had taken him far too many years to realise it.

“that’s how i ended up with the cafe…i wanted to get away; i didn’t want to be like that anymore.” he paused only to gauge your reaction, or more so your lack of one. you hadn’t said a word the entire time, hadn’t flinched or pulled a face; you had barely even blinked.

“what did you do with the body?…his body?��

the sudden sound of your voice, it made him glance back up at you with a small quiver in his lip. you were still staring blankly at the wall ahead, your expression borderline unreadable, but your words hadn’t cracked and your hands weren’t shaking anymore, either.

“i know some people that are…like me; they handled it.” when you fell quiet again, joost continued, wiping the snot from his nose as he did so. “i’ve done a lot of bad things, lieverd. what i did to levi, fuck, that’s not even the worst of it. you should be scared of me; i’m scared of me.”

“i’m not.”

“why?”

“because if you were still the monster that you think you are, i wouldn’t have even made it halfway out the door that night.”

after only another moment or two of silence had passed did you finally look down to meet his eyes again. whilst there was a shine in yours that definitely matched his own, there was something so soft about the way you were gazing at him. it made the muscles beneath his shoulders relax and drop down as he breathed out a quiet sigh of relief.

you didn’t need to elaborate any further, didn’t need to say anything else to prove to him that you knew he wasn’t that person anymore. he could tell simply from the hint of a smile that was tugging at the corners of your mouth. from how it was with careful, delicate movements that you moved to crawl onto his lap and hugged him, nuzzling your face into the curve of his neck.

the large, warm palms of joost’s hands slid underneath the cotton of your tank top and soothed the cool skin of your spine as he rested his head against yours. instead of asking how you were even real, how someone so undeniably good was able to look past each and every single one of his sins, he kept quiet to let the last few tears of his fall.

but if he had in fact asked, then you would’ve told him that truly, you couldn’t hold any of it against him.

of course it was all awful, from the countless faces he’d torn apart to the people that he terrorised even before the change. your skin had been crawling as joost had spoken and you just couldn’t ignore the fact that anyone else in your position probably would’ve taken off running by now. that, and that they’d have every right to.

except you weren’t just anyone, were you? as far as you were concerned, those old so-called ‘friends’ of his were the real monsters, because you of all people knew what it was like to be hurt by those you trusted most. to have someone so deep inside your mind that you quickly became blind to everything else. you couldn’t hold it against him because in your heart, you got it. you could feel that, that wasn’t who joost was anymore.

“can you stay tonight? for a little while?”

you felt his hands trail down to the side of your hips and squeeze as you pulled away just enough to see his face, your own two hands falling down to rest against his stomach.

“i’ll stay for as long as you want me to, schatje. i’m here.”

being on the brink of almost giddiness as you nodded, that small smile of yours twisting up into an almost grin, you hadn’t realised how his fingers were starting to roam. that his hands were gently moving around, rubbing up and down the flesh of your waist until they reached the very front of your hips.

you hadn’t been fast enough, hadn’t been able to take hold of his wrists to stop him before the soft pads of his thumbs could find the aching, bumpy lines of the cuts you’d put there a few days ago. as you froze, you watched his own sweet smile drop and his eyebrows furrow, and felt him slowly lift up the hem of your top just enough to see the true extent of it.

even in the low light of your living room, even if his eyesight wasn’t as unnaturally good as it was, he still wouldn’t have been able to miss it. just like the rest of you was, the tight skin of your stomach and all the way across to your hips were marked with the same harsh, red gashes. most were scabbed over but a couple were sprouting fresh drops of blood from where you’d been moving around so much, pulling them apart at the seams.

you went to stand and then tried to simply twist yourself away when you couldn’t, but even then joost’s hold on you was too strong. his touches were feather-soft as he traced the tips of his fingers along every single one, following them down to the ones on your things and then back up along the ones on your arms. by the time that he reached your eyes again they were already scrunched up closed, hiding from him.

“because of me.”

it was more of a statement than a question, partly because he already knew the answer, and partly because he knew that you’d still deny it if he asked.

“joost -”

“- you have a first aid kid somewhere, right? lemme help.”

you shook your head as you went to tug your vest top back down, only to freeze when you finally caught a glimpse of all the little spots of blood that had seeped through your clothes. you stopped and stared at them for longer than you meant to, your hands trembling as you toyed with the material between your fingers.

the blood was always your favourite part. how it would slowly peek through the small breaks in your skin before oozing out, running down your body until the drops would fall and hit the floor. it had a way of hypnotising you every single time, making you want to keep going and going just so you could see it happen over again and again. even now, when the tiny red polka dots were nothing more than just a few sticky stains on your top, turning the tips of your fingers a deep pink.

it took joost gently prying your hands away for you to snap out of it.

“n-no, no, i can’t let you do that. it wouldn’t be fair, not when there’s so much blood and you’re…”

“i’ll be fine, lieverd, i promise.” you felt him give your hands a soft squeeze as he paused, “let me help you.”

there was no point in trying to change his mind. once you lifted your head back up and saw how those big blue eyes of his were staring back at you, the smudged, dark makeup around them making them seem so might brighter, you no longer had the heart to tell him no again. he could have asked anything of you, and you would’ve said yes.

“it’s in the bathroom.”

without warning, joost moved to grip the backs of each of your thighs and stood up, smiling when you squealed as you wrapped your arms and legs around him. it baffled you for a moment how it seemed as though he already knew where to go, that he already knew that your bathroom was all the way down the hall, last door on the left. you chalked his strong sense of direction up to it just being another one of the many perks that came along with being…well, him.

and whilst that was true, maybe it wasn’t the only reason why he specifically knew the layout of your home already. maybe he’s escorted you home more than just the once, twice, three times. maybe this wasn’t actually his first time walking down your hallway at all.

the cold of your bathroom counter underneath you made you jump slightly as joost carefully set you down on it. you’d left the light on from when you were in here earlier; your razor still laying discarded on the floor, coated in a drying layer of your own blood. you hadn’t even thought he’d seen it until he was picking it up and tossing it in the bin as if it was just a piece of rubbish that he’d dropped.

neither of you were saying anything. joost had fallen uncharacteristically quiet, breathing somewhat heavily through his mouth as he dug through your cabinets until he finally found that little green box with the red cross on on the front. his hands were shaking as he opened it, pulling out the countless packets of alcohol wipes and plasters, dropping a few things as he did so.

had you been paying more attention, then you would’ve noticed that actually, this was taking quite the toll on him. but you couldn’t shift your eyes away from the bin, the one that now contained the very last one of your razor blades amongst a small collection of used tissues and tampon wrappers. joost had thrown away your last one, and now you had none.

“okay, i’m sorry if this stings, schat. let me know if you need me to stop, okay?”

it was as you were nodding that you suddenly hissed, your leg jolting from the pain of the alcohol wipe joost had used to clean the first of the cuts on your upper thigh. on instinct you tried to pull away, fighting against the grip that he held on you to keep your leg still against the counter.

you weren’t expecting it to hurt as much as it did. considering how many times that you’ve been here before, cleaning yourself up because you didn’t always have someone around that cared enough to want to do it for you, you thought you would have been used to it by now. you never would have guessed that it would have you in near tears all over again, gripping the edge of the bathroom counter until your knuckles slowly started to turn white.

maybe this was just the price you had to pay for going a little deeper than you meant to.

“hey, do you think you could just…i don’t know, talk, for a while? tell me something about yourself?” at the look of confusion on your face joost just smiled, raising his hands a little to show you just how hard they were shaking. “it’ll help me concentrate.”

he was struggling more than he thought he’d be.

except how could he not be? this was a lot for him. all that blood of yours smeared and stained across his fingers aside, simply just being this close to you was enough to somehow make him feel lightheaded. feeling your knees on either side of his thighs as he stood in between your legs, so close to you in fact that he could hear your heartbeat louder than anything else.

he just needed to hear your voice, needed something else to focus on besides your blood that now laid underneath his fingernails.

“oh shit, uh, okay….um…”

you weren’t sure why you started to chuckle, almost, stumbling over these noises that barely even resembled words. you wanted to come up with something to talk about fast, to help get joost’s mind off of what he was actually doing, but the harder you thought the quicker your mind went blank. nobody’s ever really asked you to talk about yourself before; you had no idea what to say.

there wasn’t a whole lot to say, really. you used to have interests; hobbies that you used to put your heart and soul into, dreams that you were so determined to make a reality for yourself. levi had, had other plans for you, though. either, he would simply take up too much of your time, or he’d be so insistent that those hobbies of yours were ‘pointless’, that eventually you grew to lose interest in them. since day one of the relationship, everything about you had to be about him.

you used to think that it was probably for the best, that maybe he was right and you really were just wasting your time. but now that he’s gone for good, and you’re stuck with someone in front of you that genuinely wants to get to know you, you realise now that there’s nothing for you to tell them. there’s nothing of who you used to be left.

joost gave your knee a quick squeeze before turning his attention onto your arms, having slowly picked up on the fact that once again, your lack of an answer told him far more than you wanted it to.

“okay, let’s start with the easy stuff — what did you want to be when you were growing up?”

“i wanted to be a painter.”

you hissed again at the burn of one of the alcohol wipes against your skin; smiling softly when he reassured you of just how brave you were being.

“a painter? that’s sick! did that happen?”

“almost. i went to school for it, got a degree and everything, but uh, levi always said that it’s not a ‘real job’ so…”

joost’s frown was immediate. he was shaking his head, the lines in his forehead already so prominent. “did you really give it all up because of that? that’s bullshit.”

“i didn’t really have much of a choice, joostie.”

you both fell quiet again after that.

he felt horrible for reacting like that, fearing that you mistook all of his anger towards levi and each of the silly little ideas that the guy had planted in your head to be aimed at you. you’d sounded so defeated as your shoulders slumped, your voice falling to a near-whisper as you moved your gaze onto the floor. of course you didn’t have a choice; that much should’ve already been obvious.

and it was the look on your face now that was hurting him the most. a look of mourning as you pondered the life that you almost had, had it not been for that asshole and the hold that he’d once had over you. as joost wiped another cut clean, he regretted for just a moment not going back for seconds that night — it would’ve been the least that levi deserved.

“what kind of art did you do?”

that brought something of a smile back to your face as your mind drifted back to all of the scrapbooks you had hidden underneath your bed. old, dust-covered notebooks filled to the brim with page after page of everything from doodles to full-fledged paintings. your bottom lip wobbled when you thought of all the canvases though, the same ones you once watched levi destroy one night just because he’d wanted to see you cry after a fight.

“everything — oil paint, acrylics, watercolour. i really loved chalk, though. seeing all the stains it would leave behind made it feel like it meant something more, you know? like i was really creating something.”

a gentle grin curled the corners of your mouth up as you spoke, beginning to ramble so passionately about what you loved that joost really did almost forget what he was doing. he had to stop for a second just so that he could witness that smile of yours, see that gleam in your eyes that he’d once had himself back when he was just kid writing songs in his bedroom. in a blink of an eye, you had suddenly become so alive and it had him floored.

it had him captivated, actually; irrevocably wrapped around your finger.

his hands weren’t shaking so much anymore.

“i have a friend that’s a painter; he mainly does the oil stuff, i think, but maybe i could introduce the two of you one day? he’ll probably have some chalk laying around somewhere.”

“is he…?”

“no, he’s not like me. can i lift your shirt up a little bit? we’re almost done, i’ve just got to get the last ones.”

you nodded, wondering how it was that his skin felt so warm against yours, all things considered.

“it wouldn’t have mattered to me if he was.”

joost knew that you were telling the truth, could hear it in the way that your heartbeat kept its rhythm.

and the conversation continued to flow as joost patched up the last few cuts of yours, sticking little hello kitty plasters delicately across your hip bones. he told you all about this oil-painter friend of his, ‘daan’ — how he’d been the first genuine friend that joost had made after the change, how he never would’ve been able to get away from the band if it wasn’t for him.

joost even opened up to you about his family, his parents. even after so many years, you still had to help him breathe through it as he told you their story with tears all in his eyes. it was only fair that you did the same after that; he almost couldn’t believe it when you’d said you'd lost your parents when you were younger too, spent some time in the system just as he had. after all, that was how you met levi.

and he told you all about another friend of his, ‘lenny’, how it’s because of her that he likes foreign graphic novels so much. whenever he’s not reading those porn mags that he swears he only picks up for the articles, he’s reading and then re-reading her old japanese comic books. you were never much of a comic book kid yourself, having always preferred to lose yourself inside the pages of a stephen king or a neil gaiman instead, so you promised to read ‘death note’ if joost read ‘the shining’.

by the time that he was pulling your shirt back down and chucking away all of the used, bloodied wipes that had accumulated, you were fighting to keep your eyes open. joost could tell that he was losing you just from the way that you kept swaying from side to side and nodding your head slightly even when he hadn’t asked you a question. it made his heart ache, knowing that you were so, so exhausted but still so unwilling to sleep because you wanted to keep the conversation going.

he hadn’t told you his favourite colour yet.

“cmon you, i think it's bedtime.”

you were yawning before you could argue, letting your head fall back against the cabinet behind you. the thought of your bed was undeniably heavenly; the feeling of your mattress dipping below your weight as you curl yourself into a ball beneath your blankets. the only problem was that you were just as comfy here as you would be over there, though, perched on the edge of your bathroom countertop with joost still standing in between your legs, his hands resting on each of your thighs.

this bubble you had created with him — it wasn’t one you were ready to leave quite just yet. there was still that fear of waking up alone again lurking in the back of your mind.

and it was before you could argue that joost was also scooping you up again, holding you up by the backs of your thighs as he began to carry you back down the hall. you let your head fall to rest against his shoulder, your arms draped loosely around his neck. if it wasn’t for that fear of yours twisting your insides and rotting your brain from the inside out, you could have fallen asleep right there.

you probably would have.

“you’re gonna stay with me, right?”

joost glanced down at the top of your head with a crease in his eyebrows, carefully nudging your bedroom door open with his foot. “i already told you, lieverd, i’m not going anywhere. i promise.”

“no, i know that. i just mean -” you paused when he gently set you down just beside your bed, only stepping away to turn on the light until you made a sudden, desperate reach for his wrist.

when the warm glow of the lamp flooded the room, you could see that he wasn’t smiling anymore. instead there was worry in his eyes as he took that step back closer to you again, his hands coming up to tuck loose strands of hair behind your ears.

“what’s wrong?”

“- i meant that you’re not gonna exile yourself to the sofa or anything, right? you’ll stay with me?”

it finally clicked in his head what you were asking.

and it definitely felt like a lot to be asking of him, again all things considered. you just couldn’t do it though, you couldn’t handle the idea of being by yourself anymore. it was why you always stayed in the end, with levi, why a part of you couldn’t help but miss him. his presence would be chilling but his side of the bed would always be warm when you would wake up in the mornings.

you didn’t want to start crying when you felt as though it was taking joost too long to answer. you didn’t want to guilt trip him like that, make him feel as though he had to even if he didn’t want to. but it was just another thing that you couldn’t help, because you were so tired and so afraid that you just didn’t know what else to do besides sit down and cry.

he copied you by sinking down into a squat, placing both of his hands onto each one of your knees. since you kept your eyes focused on the ceiling, trying and failing at trying to blink away your tears as you hiccuped, it was from the corners of your sight that you saw joost reach up to wipe them away himself. the pads of his thumbs stroked along the skin of your cheekbone and lingered there for a moment or two before he spoke.

“can you look at me, schatje?”

you did so almost reluctantly.

“i’m not going anywhere, alright? i’m not gonna leave you.”

nodding as you sniffled, you kept your eyes locked with his as you crawled back onto your bed and pulled back the covers. neither of you said anything nor dared to look away from the other as joost kicked off his shoes and undid the clasp of his watch, slipping it off of his wrist to leave it on your bedside table.

that was all he did before he climbed into bed with you, still dressed in the same hoodie and sweatpants that he’s had on all night. you let his arms wrap around you and tug you up into his chest as you grabbed onto fistfalls of his sweatshirt, trusting that he meant it when he said he’d stay with you but still feeling too afraid to let go.

more tears began to fall from your eyes, your shoulders wracking against him as you cried. soft, gentle circles were drawn anywhere on your skin that he could reach; your shoulders, your hips, your sides, and he murmured sweet little assurances into your ear.

“i mean it, okay? i’ve got you. i’m right here.”

it was with your whole heart that you believed him. with your tears slowly soaking through the cotton of his jumper, you believed that he’ll still be here when you wake up, all curled up with you with his hand still rubbing up and down your back.

“i’m here.”

#joost klein x reader #joost klein x f!reader #luvvergirlwrites

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moon-mage · 4 hours ago

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I finally let myself work on something without obsessing over every wrong detail and caring so much about how I’m not as perfect and productive as everyone else around me :0 This was insanely therapeutic for I have not went so hard on a piece in a hot minute. Especially with this hard ink/soft coloring combo I used to do all the time…

Yes this AU has made a comeback in my brain because when am I not ever obsessed with vampire themes? And it just got more expansive and dramatic. I'm working on writing out like…some bulletpoints and stuff for the world for I did take some themes from BTVS but nothing major that you’d have to know the show to understand.

Also yeah, Jamil GLOWS UP in this despite me seemingly having a thing for making him struggle and suffer like all the time. All he needed was some hot vampire boyfriends to encourage him to be the baddest motherfucker ever and it worked. Yippie! :D

Anyway here’s what I got for these three so far under the cut~ I added Kalim and Rook too since they are main characters...just didnt get around to drawing them yet hehe.

Jamil Viper - Chosen vampire slayer from the Scalding Sands, Jamil was raised in preparation to fulfill his prophecy of becoming one of the most powerful Slayers to have ever lived. By that meaning, being a pawn for both the powerful witch coven of the Al-Asims and watchmen council who 'advises' the slayers. Jamil's unique power makes him damn near perfect to fight vampires for he can resist the thrall and even manipulate the minds and wills of lesser vampires. Jamil has an incredible self-awareness wants to break free of his chains but isn't sure the cost is worth it…until he runs into two powerful vampires who change his world forever.

Leona Kingscholar - Former prince of Sunset Savana and younger brother of the most cherished Slayer in history, Falena Kingscholar. Leona has a reputation of being one of the most dangerous vampires out there…that carries from his reputation from his human life. When Leona was human, he was one of the most powerful hunters out there. Unafraid to tackle any horrors in the dark which consequentiality made him feared by his own people. Rumor has it, Leona's turning was orchestrated by the Watchmen Council because of Falena's refusal to comply with them. That's why people guess he actively works against the council and their followers.

Vil Schoenheit - Vil was destined to become one of the greatest witches of his time. He started his own coven at the age of 18 which brought in a loyal following. Vil was outspoken about his work with darker and tabooer magics…which had more people seeking him out especially because he was significantly less predatory than the "trusted" Al-Asims. It was revealed upon Leona Kingscholar's turning that Vil had the ability to soothe and control a newborn vampire's innate madness. Sadly, not too long after that news spread…Vil's entire coven was slaughtered, leaving him the only survivor. Leona Kingscholar had found Vil and claimed he was already turned when he found him…no one is sure if that's entirely correct.

Kalim Al-Asim - Kalim is the successor of the archmage title of the Al-Asim family, a very prominent and influential family of witches. This is very controversial in the family because Kalim is predominately a light mage, a lot of his magic is restoration and healing which is seen as a sign of weakness by those who work in the business of eradicating the creatures of the night. Kalim has spent most of his life just going with it, not entirely sure of the dangers and horrors he was expected to face someday…and whenever he tried to ask, he was silenced or yelled at. Deep down he feels something isn't right…and it becomes more obvious when he finally starts to experience and understand Jamil's struggles. He wants to fight for the right cause but he isn't sure how without dire consequences to both himself and Jamil.

Rook Hunt - Rook is from the Hunt family, a mysterious and shady family of vampire hunters who rose to power after the dramatic fall of the Rosehearts family. The Hunt family are the Watchmen Council's most trusted hunters and Rook has been chosen to advise the Slayer and his Mage… to make sure they stay on the "right path". Rook has had his own agenda for years low key. He is all too aware of the corruption the Watchmen council bring and first hand and lost his first love due to their cruelty and negligence. He vows to seek vengeance for the beauty taken from this world at the hands of the watchmen council…and he hopes to guide the gorgeous slayer and his luminous mage into the safety of the darkness with the two beautiful vampires he swore his allegiance to.

Clarification: Leona and Vil are significantly older than Jamil but got turned in their early 20's...and they knew each other when they were alive and were even childhood...uh friends? Rivals? Annoyances? I'll elaborate more on that another time uwu

OLDER STUFF OF THIS AU

Here’s also the not textured/glowy eyed version

#twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #jamil viper #leona kingscholar #n2 squad #twst #disney twisted wonderland #☾vampire!au #leovil #jamileo #jamivil #vampire au #twst wonderland #twst fanart #twst au #my art #kalim al asim #rook hunt

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i-arch-my-backula · 20 hours ago

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Show me your fangs: Logan Howlett/Autistic reader

This is very self insert-ish. I just wanted an excuse to write about an autistic reader with my favorite characters. Like I said, this is more just servicing my self shipping ass.

Content Includes: Ambiguous relationship (can be platonic or romantic)

You are a part of the X-Men team. You work with students one on one during school hours and help everyone else deal with whatever bullshit Magneto is trying to pull. But you don't exactly act like everyone else. You have a way of taking things literally, not picking up on things you probably should. You have some niche interests you spend hours doing research into, you only eat the same seven meals every time Logan sees you eating. Sure you're a little weird, but this is the X-Men mansion, who isn't a freak?

It's mid afternoon on a Saturday, everyone else is off doing something. The Professor and Storm most likely trying to help some students. But Logan finds himself doing what he usually does, drinking a beer, walking around the mansion. He's been here for a while, and as long as he's been here, he's never really seen many other people's rooms.

Sure they're usually the same kind of thing. Similar furniture and layout, with some personal details added from that person's interests and whatever. But when Logan caught a glance from the corner of his eye at your room, he had to take another look. He didn't mean to be a creep or anything, despite his somewhat assholish nature. Your room had the same basics that everyone did, the same wooden floor, part wooden walls, and that cream color paint.

But yours was different, remarkably different. Over the entire room was decorated with vampire themes and memorabilia. Thousands, if not tens of thousands of dollars worth of posters, books, DVDS, VHS tapes, books, figures, so many things in your room dedicated to vampires.

Right now you've got your headphones on while watching how you're filing your sharp nails. You have some kind of animal mutation right? Logan can't help himself. He has to ask some questions. He clears this throat and steps into your room. You don't seem to notice him so he tries to make it more obvious.

"Hey." You glance at him and take off your headphones, your eyes staying down on your nails.

"Hi." You reply. Are you uninterested? Logan doesn't blame you, you've barely said two words to this man before, no big deal if you're awkward around him.

"You uh...You got a vampire mutation or something?" He asks, taking a sip of his beer. You shake your head and blow some dust off your nails. After a pause something crosses your face and you look up from your nails, then at Logan, then back around the room.

"No I uh...I have this cat kind of mutation thing or whatever. I just really like vampires." You set your file on your nightstand and walk over to the closest shelf. You pick up an action figure and pose it while speaking more. "It started when I was 11. I watched the 1958 Christopher Lee Dracula movie for the first time with my siblings and I just fell in love. I spent every minute I could learning about vampires. I started collecting when I was 15 and I got my first job."

Logan suppresses a smile as you slowly become more and more animated.

"So my collection started with this Universal Dracula collectible knife I got at a garage sale. I haggled for a bit and probably didn't get the best deal, but it's still really cool." You explain, walking over to Logan holding a slightly coffin shaped object. The word "Dracula" written on the top in silver. You flip it open to reveal one side of the knife has bats all over it and the other side has a drawing of Dracula. Then you shut it and expose the knife.

Logan nods his head and sips his beer again. His eyes catching your little fangs when you smile.

"Real interesting stuff." His tone is as flat as yours, but you don't seem to notice. You set down the knife then pick up a VHS tape, pointing to a signature written in black ink.

"I got my copy of 'Fright Night' signed by the guy who plays Charlie in the movie. I don't really like Charlie all that much, I think he should have just minded his own business, but that's just me." You shrug and turn the VHS tape over, showing Logan the back. He didn't expect to get sucked into a lecture about vampires, but for the next half hour, you spoke uninterrupted about vampires. Going through your collection of things one by one. But Logan had only one thing he wanted to see.

"Hey Y/N," He finally says, putting his beer bottle on your dresser. You look over at him for a moment before quickly looking down at the ground. "Show me your fangs." You look at him again, just for a moment before opening your mouth wide enough for him to get a look at your sharp, cat like teeth. He smiles and nods his head. Match made in heaven, he's sure.

#logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #wolverine x reader

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kikyoupdates · 5 hours ago

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Love Bite ⭑˚🩸⭑ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑦

yandere!vampires x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, original characters, vampire!ocs x fem!reader

Desperate for money to pay off your debts, you sign up for a program that allows you to sell your blood to vampires. At first, everything is fine, and you’re finally able to make ends meet. But they soon begin craving more than just your blood.

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Xavier must have remarkable patience, because it feels like you’ve been sobbing for an eternity, yet still, he makes no motion to push you away.

It’s only after you’ve sucked all your tears back in and sniffled pitifully that you finally loosen your grip on his shirt, and you step back, viscerally self-conscious of how much of a mess your face must be.

“I’m sorry,” you swallow. The embarrassment is slowly setting in. “I… I don’t know what came over me. But it felt good to get it all out. Thank you, and again, I’m sorry. I hope I wasn’t too much of a bother.”

Xavier shakes his head. “Like I said before, you have no reason to apologize. I’m surprised you still met up with me, considering what happened earlier. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you decided to go home after the fact.”

“The staff suggested I do that, but I didn’t want to let you down. It wouldn’t have been fair to you, since you’ve taken the time to be here, and I’m sure you’ve got other things going on.”

Xavier’s eyes widen slightly. He can’t believe that you went to such lengths just for him, someone you hardly know outside of your contract. He feels bad about unintentionally pressuring you to show up, but at the same time, it makes him a bit happy.

Knowing that you were thinking of him, that is.

“I really appreciate you making the effort,” he says. A faint smile graces his lips, and he gestures towards the chairs. “Come on. Let’s sit down. But we don’t need to get started right away. Take all the time you need to compose yourself.”

“Thanks, but I’m ready. I’ve been crying my heart out plenty until now.” You sit down first, assuming your usual position, and you start rolling down the top of your shirt so that your neck is exposed.

Xavier usually looks away when you do this. He’s not entirely sure why, because it’s not like you’re undressing or anything, but the act of staring while you reveal more of your skin seems perverted, somehow. It reflects much better on him if he gives you space while you do it.

But this time, he can’t seem to look away.

As you’re shimmying the fabric down, he spots it. A little bandage with a cute imprint of some cartoon character he doesn’t recognize. It’s not unordinary for you to have a bandage on your neck. You are regularly giving your blood away, after all.

And yet, it’s strange. Because it’s been quite some time since you’ve met up with him, and he’s certain that by now, your bite mark would have healed. He also doesn’t remember biting that part of your neck.

He’s not the one that bit you.

It was someone else.

Xavier sits down next to you, but he can’t seem to keep his eyes off that needlessly cute bandage. You’ve never shown up with a bandage like that before, and he’s quite certain that the ones the doctors give you are plain, like the type they carry in hospitals.

He shouldn’t ask. He really, really shouldn’t ask. It’s none of his business, and besides, you’re already shaken up enough as it is. The polite thing to do would be to look the other way and think nothing of it.

Xavier knows all of this, but for some reason, he still can’t stop himself.

“That bandage,” he says, and all of a sudden, his throat feels dry. “What… happened? I thought you said you dropped that other vampire as your client. The one that was harassing you earlier.”

“Huh? Oh.”

You pat your neck, and it’s clear based on the look in your eyes that you must’ve forgotten you even had it.

Xavier’s stomach twists into a knot. He shouldn’t care. Why would it matter what you choose to do with your life, and who you choose to meet with? You’re a grown adult, and you have the right to make your own decisions. Not to mention that he doesn’t know you well enough to advise you or weigh in.

He shouldn’t care. There’s absolutely no reason why it should matter.

So then, why is he secretly hoping that it’s a bug bite, or perhaps a nasty scratch that you’re trying to cover up?

“I, um, have another client,” you reply hastily. It’s a lie; Xavier can tell as much. You’re not a very good liar, which is unfortunate, because it makes your dishonesty that much more transparent. “I was recently assigned a different one. One that respects my boundaries and isn’t pushy.”

Xavier blinks robotically. He doesn’t understand why you would lie to him. Perhaps the question was a touch invasive, but based on the fidgety way in which you answered, it’s almost as if you have something to hide.

Maybe it’s not even a vampire bite mark. Maybe it’s something else, like a leftover show of affection from an intimate night. A love bite.

Xavier isn’t sure why, but no matter which explanation he comes up with, they all irritate him.

“Is everything okay?” you prod, tilting your head to the side. “I’m ready now. I promise I’ve calmed down, so you don’t need to worry about pressuring me into anything. You can start whenever.”

“...right.”

Xavier leans closer, and as always, wraps an arm around you so that he can hold you steady during the act. His lips brush against the exposed skin of your neck, but he doesn’t sink his fangs in, not right away. He doesn’t even realize it himself, but he’s so distracted that he can hardly focus on what’s in front of him.

What you do on your own time shouldn’t matter to him. As a matter of fact, it doesn’t matter. He was briefly concerned for your wellbeing earlier, but anyone with a conscience would have done the same. That’s really all it was. Yeah. That’s all it was.

Xavier sinks his fangs into your neck and allows the taste of your blood to flood into his mouth, overwhelming all of his senses so that he can’t think of anything else.

You don’t say anything all the while, but you’re clenching your fists, and doing your utmost not to whimper.

For some reason, it hurts more than usual today.

You blink lethargically. As always, time passes incredibly slowly when you’re working such a tedious, menial job. It’s nice to not have to deal with customers, you suppose, but Caleb isn’t working the same shift as you today, so you’re bored out of your mind.

“[Name],” one of your coworkers says. “When you have a minute, can you take out the trash? It’s starting to overflow.”

“Ah, sure. I can do it right now.”

You remove your rubber gloves and shake off some soapy bubbles before setting them aside. Then, you empty out the trash can and tie up the garbage bag, making sure to hold your breath the whole time. You pick up the garbage bag and lurch from how heavy it is, but quickly regain your balance as you walk out through the side door.

It’s nice to get some fresh air for a change. Being cooped up inside and washing dishes for hours on end is not only monotonous, but after a while, the smell of leftover food on the plates really starts getting to you.

The side door opens up into an alley, and just a bit further down, there’s a dumpster where you can toss away the trash. You can finish the whole thing in roughly a minute, but as you step out of the building, instinctively, you freeze.

There’s a man in the alley, reclined against the side of the building. He’s smoking a cigarette and staring up at the sky, with a disinterested look in his eyes. Normally, you wouldn’t think much of it. Plenty of people loiter around and smoke, especially when they’re looking to avoid the main roads.

But unfortunately, you recognize this man.

He’s the same piece of shit who broke your friend’s nose.

Kai exhales slowly, a few rings of smoke slipping from his lips. He doesn’t seem to take note of you at first, but since you’re frozen on the spot with your jaw hanging open, eventually, he does notice.

But you can’t help but gape. You can’t help but stare at him, at how he’s lounging about so carelessly, as if he doesn’t have a single care in the world.

Anger courses through your veins. You remember the way he viciously punched Caleb for no reason, and clearly, he hasn’t faced any repercussions for what he’s done, if he can afford to take it easy like this.

It pisses you off. As a matter of fact, it makes you furious.

Which is probably why he decides to call you out for it.

“You got a problem?” Kai asks. He’s obviously noticed how you’ve been staring at him—or rather, glaring. “Quit giving me the stink-eye. It’s getting on my nerves.”

You don’t say anything. You don’t even know what to say. Would it even make a difference? It’s clear that he feels no remorse for what he’s done, and as much as you despise him, there’s no way you can make him face his crimes, since he has a get-out-of-jail-free card.

Fucking privileged bastard.

You scowl and turn away, then walk over to the dumpster to throw the garbage in. There’s nothing to be gained by riling him up. Not to mention that he’s clearly a loose cannon. One misstep and he might break your nose this time.

You dump the garbage, but right as you turn to head back inside, Kai suddenly blocks your path.

He blows more smoke out of the corner of his mouth. “So… do I know you or something? I feel like you look kind of familiar.”

“You must be imagining it,” you grit out.

God, how you loathe this asshole. If not for the fact that vampires are so easily able to overpower humans, you would have already kicked him in the balls by now. Actually, whether he’s a vampire or not, that area is still bound to be pretty sensitive, right? Maybe you really should just go ahead and do it…

Ugh. I need to relax. Do I have a death wish or something? He’ll beat the shit out of me so fast I won’t even have time to blink.

You swallow hard, and against all odds, somehow manage to resist the urge to attack his family jewels.

“I need to get back to work,” you say, turning away from him.

He stops you once again, and this time, he even flicks his cigarette out of his hand and stomps on it.

There’s a sinister glint in his eyes, and worse yet, a smirk pulling on his lips.

“Oh,” he eventually chuckles. “I remember you now. You were there that night. You were crying like a baby because your wimpy boyfriend couldn’t handle one of my punches.”

Your blood runs cold. His words feel like a knife straight to the gut, and even though you know you shouldn’t let yourself get riled up—you really, really shouldn’t—all of a sudden, you just can’t pretend anymore.

You simply can’t hide the hatred in your eyes.

“He’s my friend,” you seethe. “But it doesn’t matter. He could have been a complete stranger to me. It still doesn’t change the fact that you assaulted an innocent person.”

Talking back to him is reckless, and you know it all too well. Not only is he the type who can do as he pleases without facing any consequences, but he’s a vampire, and that alone puts you at a staggering disadvantage.

You should be scared. Your instincts should be telling you to turn tail and run away, because after all, it’s the smart thing to do.

But in this moment, anger surpasses your sense of self-preservation, and you grit your teeth, making your contempt clear as day.

“You hurt someone for no reason. He had to go to the hospital because of you. What kind of person does that without feeling any guilt whatsoever? You’re a piece of fucking trash.”

Kai’s eyes widen. Of course, you realize you’ve taken things too far, but it’s already too late. At the very least, you’re right next to your workplace. You can run into the building or even cry out for help if things get ugly. Then again, there’s no guarantee you’ll even still be in one piece by that point.

Still, you don’t regret what you said.

He’s a scumbag, and he deserves to know it.

“Get out of my way,” you grimace, shoving past him. You’ve said your piece, and now, you really need to get the hell out of here. Provoking a crazy bastard like him is just about the last thing anyone should do, but you really couldn’t help it. When you heard him talking so horribly about Caleb, despite the pain he caused him… a part of you just snapped.

Unfortunately, this rare act of impulsivity will cost you, even though you don’t realize it yet.

Kai waits until you’ve made it to the door, and you’re just about to scurry inside, when all of a sudden, he grabs you and pins you against the side of the building.

“How adorable,” he muses. His face is mere inches from your own, and when he flashes you that cocky smirk you’ve come to despise, you can see his fangs glistening. “It’s cute how you’re not completely spineless. But man, the humans in this city really don’t have their heads on straight, huh? You know I could break every bone in your body if I wanted to. In fact, I could do it with my eyes closed. It would be like taking candy from a baby.”

You try to scream, but he cuts you off by clamping one of his hands over your mouth before most of the sound can escape. Still, you wail out to the best of your ability, even though your voice is muffled behind his palm.

Shit. I should’ve known this would happen. I tried to keep my mouth shut, but… I just couldn’t. Caleb has been so nice to me. For once in my life, I wanted to feel like I was helping someone. I’m such a fucking idiot.

Tears blur your vision, and it’s partly from the fear, but mostly because of the frustration you feel. It’s not like you even managed to protect Caleb’s dignity. This guy still won’t regret what he’s done. But at the very least… you can say that you tried to do a good thing. You tried to stand up to the cruel people in this world, possibly for the very first time in your life.

It might be silly, but that simple fact is something you take pride in.

“Looks like you didn’t think this through,” Kai chuckles darkly. “You’ve probably heard by now that nobody dares to mess with me. You would’ve been better off swallowing your anger instead of being so stupidly honest.”

He pauses for a moment, then starts pulling his hand off your mouth.

“Don't scream,” he warns. “The second you do, I’ll make you regret it.”

It’s an obvious threat, and you figure that going against his demands will probably land you in the hospital again. Even though you hate this guy’s guts, you definitely don’t have the money to cover more medical expenses.

Life really is a huge fucking joke. Here you are, with your safety on the line, and your first and foremost concern is how much you’ll have to pay if he beats you up.

Even though Kai is the one pressing you against the wall right now, as always, money is the thing that truly has you in a deathgrip.

It’s so depressing it might actually be considered funny.

“Poor little human,” Kai says, clearly mocking you. He rubs his thumb against your cheek, and you clench your jaw, swallowing yet another wave of anger. “I guess it’s not your fault you’re so weak and inferior. Vampires are better in every possible way. That’s why they tried to shut us out for so long. They knew that once they allowed us to enter society along with the rest of you, we would take over in the blink of an eye.”

You don’t respond. It seems like he’s getting into some sort of rant, but at the very least, he hasn’t hurt you. Yet.

“It’s only natural that you would fear us,” he hums. “Because you can’t possibly stand a chance. Sometimes I actually feel bad about it. I wonder what the point is in having weaklings like you share this planet with us, but then I remember that it’s just the law of nature. Some are predators, and others are prey. It’s decided from the moment you’re born. I guess you were just unlucky.”

His words strike deep, and ironically, it has nothing to do with being a human or a vampire.

It’s because there’s truth to what he’s saying. The part about you being unlucky, and how oftentimes, your circumstances are determined from birth.

If you hadn’t been born to your pathetic, shitty parents, then maybe…

Maybe you could’ve been happy.

You look down at your feet. It’s very much like you to wallow in pity every chance you get. At what point will you stop blaming everything that happens to you on everyone else? It’s true that you’ve been saddled with unfortunate circumstances. Most people don’t find themselves in massive debt thanks to their parents running away from their responsibilities.

But despite how unfair it all feels, suddenly, you remember Caleb. You remember how he was able to smile and look on the bright side, even after he’d been attacked for no good reason. You remember the way you resolved to be more like him. To be more optimistic, and to see the beauty in life, even in the smallest things.

The truth is that you’re only in this situation right now because you chose it. It was your choice to talk back to Kai, even though you could have easily predicted how he’d react. Not everything in life is entirely out of your control. There’s always a way. There’s always hope.

So, when you raise your head and lock eyes with Kai, he falters, because your expression has done a full one-eighty.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re a human, or if you’re a vampire,” you say. “That alone doesn’t dictate what kind of life you’ll have. Just because you’re stronger than most people, just because you’re sturdier, and just because you think you can get away with doing all sorts of horrible things to others… it doesn’t matter. Because eventually, the choices you make will come back to bite you in the ass. So, I’m not jealous of you, if that’s what you were getting at. I don’t wish I was born a vampire. I’m going to do what I can and make choices that I can be proud of. Eventually, it will pay off. I’m sure of it.”

You slowly push him back, and much to your relief, he isn’t actively holding you in place anymore. You’re able to slip away from him, and without even sparing another glance over your shoulder, you rush inside the building and lock the door behind you.

Kai stands there in utter disbelief.

Why didn’t you look scared of him? He could have easily snapped your neck in half, if he really wanted to. He’s never killed anyone before, but he’s sure that if it ever happened, his dad would help cover it up.

You could have died there. He’s always had a short temper, and when people get under his skin, he doesn’t hesitate to put them in their place. Especially pathetic humans. Those weaklings who may as well be ants running around in the dirt.

Kai is the predator, and you are the prey. It’s so simple. You shouldn’t even think to talk back to him. Such a thing should be inconceivable. You should be just like those people at the arcade that stood by and watched, helplessly, as he bashed Caleb’s face in.

And yet, you said all those things to him. You openly condemned him, despite knowing he could punish you for it.

Where do you get the nerve?

“Ha.”

Kai chuckles humorlessly. He just can’t wrap his head around it. He’s never met a human who dared to stand up to him once they discovered he was a vampire. That’s the beauty in being the superior species. Those who are weaker than him instinctively know to bow their heads and treat him with respect.

It’s partly infuriating, but also, just a touch amusing.

He’s untouchable. Not only is he a powerful vampire, but he has the head of the police force on his side. He must have been blessed from birth, because the universe keeps bestowing him with everything he could ever want.

So, fine then. He’ll play along with this little game of yours. And once he’s through with you, he’ll make you admit that a miserable human like you can’t ever measure up to a vampire such as himself.

A devilish sneer cuts across Kai’s lips.

He’s going to fucking break you.

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Ever After 1 (Headcanons/Scenario) Yandere Alucard X Trevor's Younger Sister (Castlevania Netflix)

WARNING: THIS TAKES PLACE AFTER SEASON 4

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one has to do with Alucard being yandere for Trevor's younger sister. She moves into a village near the castle! So please enjoy this chapter here, my muffins!] (Disclaimer: Alucard is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!) -Yandere Headcanons With Yandere Alucard X Trevor's Sister Reader From Castlevania at the End of the Series-

.Alucard loved you since the moment he laid eyes on you when you found him in his coffin.

.You were a vision of beauty, being very similar to your brother.

.He was conflicted when he learned you were the last female Belmont.

.He did little jabs at you about you being a Belmont, and you both bonded when he was looking at the child Vampire skull. You had told him that when you came down there and saw the skulls, you cried.

.You were honest with him that some things should not be kept like trophies. .He saw the warm heart you had and how he fell even more in love with you.

.The more time he spent time with you, the more he fell in love with you.

.His heart broke when you left with your brother and Sypha. He could not get you out of his head.

.He had drowned sorrows in booze and made a life-size doll of you, which he is not proud that he used to help get him off.

.But in the end, he just wanted to be with you and to have a family with you.

.He once again fights by your side and stands by you, then at the end of the final battle, you say your goodbyes.

.His heart broke again, and once more, he was in his family castle with a broken heart. .He had the urge to hunt you down and drag you back to the castle.

.He is a very possessive yandere and does not want to share you with anyone else; he cannot help but think who you could be with and who could be trying to touch you.

.He is the type of yandere where his love for you was at first sight, and though he tried to deny it, he could not and would not let you go.

.His life without you was empty, and he hated it.

.He learned his lesson about letting you go once, and then a second time, he was not going to make the same mistake a third time.

.He is a very protective yandere that will do his best not to let anyone lay their hands on you.

.He knows that you are a hunter and can handle yourself; he has crossed swords with you and has fought with you in hand-to-hand combat.

.So he knows that you are strong, but if he saw anyone hurt you or even get as lucky as to kill you, then he would easily turn into his father and want revenge for what was done to you.

.He may not commit genocide, but he would be the type to, at the very least, kill the ones who had cost you your life.

.He would be the type to lock you away in his castle, and he would make the bodies of his enemies be on spikes like his father did.

.This is a warning to anyone who thinks they can try and take you from him.

.He has adjusted well to life, and at the end of it all, he finds you moved to the nearby village.

.He sees you started a simple job of being a seamstress since you learned how to sew from your years growing up on the road.

.Alucard becomes super needy of you, following you to your home and staying until you are in a deep sleep.

.He would be there at dawn, and then he would be there all night.

.He makes sure that all the villagers know that you are under his protection and that none of them is to try anything,

.He is the type of yandere that would have a shrine of you as well as keep using the doll he made of you until he can make you his.

.He swore that he would become your husband and make you into a dhampir like him, so that he and you can spend eternity together.

.He refuses to lose you as he lost his mother, father, and friends.

.He cannot bear to lose you, and he WILL NOT lose you, over his truly dead body!

(Will not be doing how he confesses to you, because it will happen in this mini series at some point)

(Every After Intro: Checking in on Adrian) (Yandere Alucard X Trevor's Sister Reader)

(No One's POV) It has been months since you hung up your sword. You were now a semastress in a small Village near Alucard's castle. He was nearby as you were worried about him. You saw how he got with the first time you, your brother, and Sypha left. You were worried that Alucard would relapse after everyone left his castle once more. You had to set up your job as a seamstress. Of course, you dealt with any of the night creatures that would show up in the Village. You became the unofficial village protector. Although it was rare for any night creatures to come to the village. Today, you were going to check on Alucard, as in these months, you had not seen him come down for supplies at all! So you were concerned. Your brother and Sypha gave you the news that Sypha was doing well. They yes did stay in the town to settle and raise their child, but Sypha wanted to visit family, and they have been traveling for months now.

You have been watching their home and watering their plants. You did not settle here right away like Trevor and Sypha did. Instead, you continued to travel and then settled here after them. You wanted to be close to your nieces and or nephews. It depends on how many kids your brother and Sypha have. "I am going up the castle, it is okay If I have some of today's catch?" You ask the fisherman so you could bring some food up to Alucard. "Of course, you having been keeping the village safe since your brother and his wife left." He tells you before asking. "Could you help me sharpen my blades though?" "Of course I will take care of them before I leave!" You agree and start to sharpen the knives. Testing them on some paper. "There you go! Thank you!" You rush up to the castle, and it takes you some time, but you tell yourself it will be worth it. You knocked on the door and slowly pushed it open when there was no answer. "Adrian!" You call out. "It's me, (Name)! I brought some fresh fish to cook you a me- AHHHHHHH" You cried out as suddenly you felt arms wrapped around you. He burries his face in your neck, he smells bad, it was clear that he had not been taking enough baths. "You came back~" He says and pulls you close to his chest. "Adrian..." You slowly order him. "Let go." "I am not letting you go ever again." He tells you, and your heart races even faster. The hairs sticking up on the back of your neck.

-TO BE CONTINUED-

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

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Love you from dusk Till Dawn Chapter 4: Warnings: Cursing and character death. Happy reading.

So, a lot happened this chapter how do we feel about it?

How do you think Tama and Samis conversation will go?

Comment your answers and thank you for all the love. 😊

Evelyn is shocked to see her Dad jake standing in front of her. She weakly says

" How is this possible you died, I went to the funeral."

"Well, your dear mother she bit me and saved my life then I killed her." Jake says while laughing.

" You killed my mother, why?" Evelyn screams

" Because we were never supposed to be together but we loved each other than we had you and you ruined everything." Jake yells

" How did I ruin everything?" Evelyn asks

" Because, you are a vampire and a werewolf, a hybrid and we killed all of them except you." Jake says

" Trinity what is he talking about I'm human? " Evelyn says

" You think you're human but you are not anymore I'll explain everything later." Trinity says calmly.

Trinity looks up see's Cody and says

" You are the prodigal son i presume, coming back to help your dear old dad."

" Yeah, I did come back to help my dear old dad kill this bastard child." Cody yells staring down Evelyn.

" Why?" Evelyn asks tears streaming down her face.

" Why, because hybrids are dangerous and violent that is why we killed all of them, but we couldn't kill you." Cody says

" We couldn't kill you because your stupid mother wanted to spare your life and she did but she lost hers, I killed her because if it wasn't for her you wouldn't be here bitch." Jake yells as Cody and him move closer to Trinity and Evelyn.

Solo and Tonga were still holing Tama back and Jimmy and Jey were still holding Sami back.

Jacob and Roman stepped up ready to defend the girls. Jacob growls loudly and says

"If you take one more step Roman and myself will kill you before you even have a chance to blink."

" oh we don't have to step any closer to cause them pain." Cody says laughing.

" What the hell is he talking about " Tama growls loudly while trying to break free

" No. let me go now" Sami yells loudly while trying to break free.

" Pain" Cody whispers while staring at Evelyn

All of a sudden Evelyn feels an intense amount of pain shoot through her body from her head all the way to her toes. She falls to the ground thrashing in pain and screams.

" Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Jacob and Roman immediately rush Cody at the same time and Jacob smirks as Cody tries to get away but cant. He says

" Well, Cody not so tough now are we." Jacob growls while smirking

" Well I guess not but she's not tough now is she is." Cody snarls

Jacob bites Cody with his long canines and he falls to the ground thrashing in pain.

Roman looks at Jacob and says

" Good job the bite should kill him."

" Good" Jacob snarls while looking down at Cody's limp lifeless body.

Jake looks down at his sons lifeless body and yells

" You bastard you will pay for that if I cant get to Evelyn I can get to Trinity."

Trinity is on the ground trying to snap Evelyn out of it and she doesn't notice that Jake is running towards her. Jake pins Trinity to the ground but before he can hurt her Roman sneaks up behind him and chokes him out.

Roman and Jacob look down and see that Evelyn is still thrashing around in pain. They look back at the others than to each other and they say.

" Guys Cody is dead and Jake want be waking up any time soon you can let Tama and Sami go they need to help her. "

Jimmy and Jey let Sami go and Solo and Tonga let Tama go. As soon as they are free they run over to Evelyn. Tama touches her and says

" God she's freezing is she dying?"

" No, she's not dying her body is just weak since she just transitioned and the pain she's in." Sami says

" How do we make it stop." Tama growls getting angry.

" I can make it stop I can help her sleep but she's gonna need you to bring her body temperature back up." Sami says

" Okay, do it." Tama says

Sami gently grabs Evelyn's face looks into her eyes and whispers

" Sleep."

Evelyn immediately stops shaking and sleeps. Tama immediately wraps his arms around Evelyn and carries her into the house and gently lays her down on the couch and wraps a blanket around her body.

Everyone walks in behind them and they all look at Evelyn's sleeping form. trinity says

" That was rough for her I don't know how its gonna be when she wakes up and wants to feed and run."

" whatever happens we will figure it out and help her through it, she's family now." Jimmy says seriously.

" Speaking of Family, Roman thank you for saving me." Trinity says

" Of course I wasn't gonna let him hurt you sis." Roman says

no more words are spoken and Jimmy and Trinity find a place to sleep followed by Jacob and roman. Solo and jey look at Sami and Tama who haven't left Evelyn side since they brought her into the house and they say

" you guys controlled yourselves well under the circumstances, we are proud of you. "

" thank you, it was hard, really damn hard." Sami and Tama say at the same time.

Solo and Jey just nod and they go to find a place to sleep.

Sami and Tama look at each other for a minute. Sami breaks the silence and says

" So I know we are not gonna leave her, I sleep to her right and you sleep to her left."

" Yeah, that sounds good, tomorrow we need to talk though…. me and you." Tama says

Sami nods as they both get comfortable on each side of Evelyn and fall asleep.

Cody is dead but Michael is still alive.

Family secreta were reveled how do you think this will affect Evelyn going forward?

How do you think Sami and Tamas conversation will go?

tune in to chapter 6 to find out.

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To Live and Love With You

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: Sam, Darlin

Pairings: Sam/Darlin

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/7rn89zBlXChGFTNHFZA8un?si=IHy4veiIRPGOpPO2GKAtoA

As I crawl pathetically out of show week I present ye humbly with a fic. Fun fact if there's a right arsehole in the cast harassing you, the time spent avoiding him is prime for writing. But regardless the show went well and I shall finally sleep (woo hoo), and I hope you enjoy!

As always here it is on ao3 if that's easier! Please do not feed to AI, claim as your own, or repost to other platforms without my permission. The characters belong to Redacted Audio and this is a fan work.

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Sam was tired. He was more than happy to help out Vincent and his partner but he did not miss having to wrangle newborns. And as much as he loved Sparky; they were very much in the more… aggressive stage of the vampiric transition.

He checks his grandma’s watch, and sighs at the time. 4am - far later than he'd hoped, Darlin would probably be asleep by this point. It felt selfish to constantly have them up at all hours of the night, especially since they’d moved in with him. He's not blind to the way they've shifted most of their schedule to match his. It was no coincidence that most of the security shifts they’d taken were for late night events.

He knew it would take a while for them to settle into living with him, and Sam was nothing if not patient. He just wanted to see his home become theirs.

Carefully unlocking the door, he slips in, closing it quietly as possible behind him. He shrugs off his padded coat, smiling fondly at the faded leather jacket he hangs it beside in the entryway. Noticing the dim light from the kitchen, he kicks off his boots and makes his way over.

“Darlin?” He calls out softly, pushing the door open.

Darlin is stood in front of the fridge in the dark, the cool light from inside lighting up their sleepy surprise. They’re wrapped in one of Sam's plaid shirts. In their mouth they have a half eaten slice of pizza with one hand clutching a bag of cheese.

They looked so comfortable he wanted to cry.

“Smuhm!” Their words are garbled by cold pizza and the unholy level of cheese stuffed in their mouth, but all the cheese and dough in the world couldn't smother the joy radiating from them at the sight of their mate.

He chuckles affectionately, warmth blooming in his chest. “Mornin Darlin. What are you doing up so late?”

They shake their head, finally swallowing their mouthful. “Just woke up starving. I slept all afternoon.”

He holds out his arms as an offer and they throw themselves into him. Burying their face in his neck and settling into his hold.

“I missed you Darlin.” He murmurs into their hair, pressing a kiss to the top of their head.

“Missed you too Sam.” They kiss his cheek in return, as they pull back, still in his hold they notice the very open bag of shredded cheese in their hand. And the very obvious trail of cheese that followed them.

“Oh shit I'm so sorry, I got cheese all over our floor. I'll get it, don't worry.”

Sam freezes. “What?”

“I-” they pause half reaching for the broom, tilting their head. “I spilt the cheese I was holding? Are you okay Sam? Do I need to call a vamp doctor?”

“You said our floor.” He says thickly.

“Oh. OH.” Their eyes widen. “Well… it is right?” They say tentatively, forcing a nonchalance with no truth to it.

“Yes it is. It's just nice to see you so at home is all.” Sam is determined not to cry, failing miserably as he feels the tell-tale sting of tears.

“Well I mean-” Darlin, also determined not to cry, and also failing, “-you're home. To me. I guess. And stuff.”

Sam bursts out laughing as tears spill down his cheeks. “And stuff?” He chuckles, gently wiping a tear from their cheek.

“Yeah and stuff, asshole. Now let me kiss you.” They grin, pulling his face in and kissing him passionately.

Instinctively Sam’s hands move to their waist, pulling them in closer as he chases their lips with his.

Finally pulling back, breathless Darlin mumbles, “I really need to clean up that cheese though, we'll get rats.”

“Just a few more seconds Darlin.” He requests, tenderly bumping his forehead against theirs. “It's been a long day.”

They concede, nuzzling back into him; dropping the cheese bag on the counter and wrapping their arms around his neck. “Wanna talk about it?”

Sam takes a deep breath, steeling his nerves. “Just, seeing those two together makes me think of how much I care for you. I want life with you Darlin. I want to age and grow and rot and live every moment by your side. Death was taken from me, my living is all I'm left with. And I'd be honoured more than anything if you'd let me share that with you.”

They're rendered speechless for a moment. “I don't think I could bear anything else.” They eventually say with a small sniffle. “You sentimental bastard.” They tack on to try and distract from how much it affected them.

“Don't get bashful on me now, hun.” He tilts up their chin, pressing a chaste kiss to their lips.

“Not my fault you keep being so bloody sincere.” They grumble, pulling him in close.

He flusters as they begin covering his face with kisses, pushing him against the counter. “You taste like cheese.” He snorts.

They lightly slap his arm, and he pretends to cry out in pain. “Ow! I was only telling the truth.”

“Oh that didn't hurt.” They huff, but press a gentle kiss to the spot regardless. “Besides you love me, cheese and all.”

“That I do.” He grins, eyes twinkling. “More than anything.”

“I love you too.” They grin and pull him towards the backdoor. “Come on, let’s go for a run.”

“Oh you're on Darlin.” And he darts out the house into the woods.

With a bark of laughter they shift, and chase after their love into the night.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #fanfic #redactedverse #redacted fandom #fluff #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted sam/darlin #idk how to tag anything and I feel like a fool /lh #proud of a few lines in this #domestic fluff #this has been a fic I've wanted to weite for ages #i have a ~7 page document of redacted headcanons that I want to write help #i think its longer now #but this was one of the first i wrote #oh boy too many tags uh oh

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cbrownjc · 34 minutes ago

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Reblogging this because I JUST finished binge-watching Mayfair Witches Season 2 this past Friday, and I, too, have come to some of the same conclusions about the Talamasca and Raglan James. That there is a split going on within the Talamasca ... or that Raglan James is kinda like the character of Albrecht Escher in Mayfair Witches (who is an original character to the show, and not from books) and acting independently of them in some rogue fashion.

Ciprien saying they needed to discredit the book has me leaning more towards Raglan being a rogue figure right now. But that he was a part of the Talamasca when he encountered Daniel in Dubai -- hence why he could get his hands on things like the script of the trial, as well as the data dump of files before that, that Daniel requested of him.

But I actually don't know if publishing the Interview with the Vampire book was something James was really looking to do at first. My running theory, at the moment, is that he might have just told Daniel he would do so in order to gain Daniel's trust for what he really wanted -- which was Daniel himself.

I think the publishing of the book could be like when Albrecht was able to capture Lasher -- once he did so, that is when he broke away and double-crossed the Talamasca, taking Lasher away with him secretly to Scotland. James, IMO, might have actually had the book published as a kind of "setting fire to the office as I quit" move. At least, that is the theory I'm going with right now.

Because I have to say, I always thought it was kinda, contradictory, that Raglan told Daniel that if he tried to publish the book in the same way he had the majority of his others, it would be suppressed; but that Raglan could make sure the book would be published. Because I always felt that the suppression of the book sounded like something the Talamasca would do ... but he was also offering to have the Talamasca publish it?

So yeah, I think the publishing of the IWTV book was the equivalent of Albrecht grabbing Lasher and disappearing with him -- it was James fully breaking with the Talamasca in some way IMO (and with Daniel in his clutches still as well).

Also, I don't know/think James is targeting stealing Lestat's body specifically just yet. I think that is something that will come later. I think what he is very likely doing right now, however, is experimenting with body possession and body switching. And one of the reasons he nabbed Daniel is because of the years Daniel spent in the past -- back in the 70s and 80s -- in the company of a very powerful vampire with whom he was lovers with, and exchanged a lot of blood with during that time.

Yes, Daniel still remained human during that period; he was never given enough blood to be turned. But I do think those blood exchanges between Daniel and Armand had an effect on Daniel all the same. In the book, Daniel just became addicted to the blood. But I'm almost convinced that, in the show, Armand also couldn't read Daniel's mind in Dubai because of how much blood had been exchanged between them in the past.

Anyway, after watching MW S2, I've been thinking that Daniel himself was always Raglan James' main target, and the reason he made contact with Daniel in Dubai. Armand may or may not have disappeared with Daniel after the fight in Dubai, but I actually don't think that is when Daniel was turned (and I sure as hell don't think Armand turned Daniel out of "spite" -- which was Louis' take on it anyway, not something Daniel either confirmed or denied).

As noted above, Rolin Jones said they -- the show -- have to introduce the concept of "the soul." And there is an old saying that "the eyes are the windows into the soul."

I knew and said -- even before people who saw the end of Season 2 screeners revealed it -- that Daniel was going to be turned at the end of Season 2. (Even though I thought doing so then was too soon). But I also said that if Daniel's vampire eyes are any color other than purple/violet, then that would be a major hint that all is not what it seems wrt Daniel.

And I feel all this even more so after watching Season 2 of MW and what happened and was said about Daniel's book. (Which, btw, I still think he actually wrote when he was still human, but I digress). Along with what we saw at the end of IWTV S2, with Daniel's regular, human eye color changing/morphing/fading into an amber-orange color.

I'm for sure going to be watching The Talamasca show this fall. I don't think it will reveal exactly what is going on with Daniel specifically, but I do think we'll get a better indication about what splits and/or rogue elements/factions are going on within the Talamasca, which will, I hope, hint further into what Raglan James is up to, and why he had (and was able to have) Daniel's book published.

Ok, sorry if this is a question you have already gotten but I’m coming off a long social media break.

Your recent ask about Daniel’s eyes is blowing my mind. Do you think that the vampire Daniel we saw at the end wasn’t actually Daniel or did I read way too far into your answer?

Hey!

Welcome back :)

Yes and... no :)

The thing is - Mayfair Witches (as bad as I find it as a show) established a few interesting and important things wrt the Talamasca - and Daniel's book (see also linked post below):

In episode 7 Ciprien denotes that they should do their best to minimize the damage, claim it is fiction etc.

Which means.... either the Talamasca as a whole or a faction of the Talmasca did NOT want Daniel's book to be published.

I talked about how Raglan and the things MW established might come together here (please read it, I think it will be important soon, and I would literally need to copy/paste here^^):

Now... Rolin said that they need to "establish the concept of a soul" - which they do need for both the body switching and ghosts, obviously.

We know Daniel was aware of the fact that Raglan wanted something from him for the trial script:

Raglan is a thief and a (former(?)) Talamasca agent. He likely stole the script from the Talamasca for Daniel, in exchange for something we do not know yet or not specified yet, and then somehow got Daniel's book published.

Now, I said it in the linked post, but ultimately what Raglan wants - is Lestat's immortal body. He can posses and switch bodies (as others can, too).

He spends years pulling Lestat in, making him interested in the concept. And given that canon behavior - and the canon (healthy) fear Raglan has of Lestat - what better way not to get killed on sight than to possess Daniel to seek Lestat out?!

Now, I know that sounds fantastical, but it does make sense with what's to come :), promise. They have stated that they want to do the fourth book after all and Raglan James... is from that book.

And so, to return to the eye color - I, personally, think the switching eye color might be a visual indication of possession.

Because, who else had weird looking changed eyes?

These guys:

Now, the hypnotizing Lestat does is obviously not quite the same level... but then again, it is the only other time they have established a similar change though.

THAT combined with the statements of their effects specialist... indicate for me that we are likely talking some kind of possession there. Maybe a "guest" instead of a takeover. Maybe a controlled "allowing of control", also it might be different for vampires than for humans.

But the show has been quite consistent with their effects so far, and I don't think this will be any different.

#hey look at me writing a iwtv/dm meta again #but yeah after finally watching S2 of MW I had some *thoughts*#Raglan James #Daniel Molloy #Armand #The Vampire Armand #Devil's Minion #The Devil's Minion #Talamasca #The Talamasca #Mayfair Witches #The Mayfair Witches #Interview with the Vampire #iwtv meta #dm meta #amc iwtv #iwtv #meta

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tenderjock · 5 months ago

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I’m with you, my love The lights shining through on you Yes, I’m with you, my love It’s the morning and just we two

#spike btvs #spuffy #spuffyedit #btvs #btvsedit #buffy the vampire slayer #it's terribly simple #you know you want to dance #injuries cw #bites and chews and gnaws on anyone who says buffy didnt love spike. BITES and CHEWS and GNAWS on them.#like is that not the whole point? of him? of his entire character arc? of his burning to ash as he breaks the sunnydale high school #(AKA buffy's personal cage within the slayer's cage that was sunnydale itself AKA the place where he and buffy first ever fought #and he nearly killed her for the very first time but was foiled by the immense love someone felt for her) as he breaks that place to rubble #in a way also very reminiscent of the first time they slept together and Literally Fucked A Building Down. anyway as he's doing ALL OF THAT #like sure she doesnt HAVE to love him she doesnt owe him anything and even if she did love isnt about obligation. but when buffy says #that she loves him in that scene. theres nothing to indicate that she doesnt feel it. that she isnt telling the truth.#idk man. people take a man who is dying telling someone not to love him as the gospel truth when i feel like its more ... like maybe he's #making a misguided effort to be kind? he's telling her ''dont get too hung up on the vampire thats about to catch on fire #and get your pretty ass out of here while you still can please.''#whatever. WHATEVER. in the perfect btvs that lives in my head most of ats isnt canon but esp the part where spike comes back and doesnt #immediately 1. ASK IF DAWN WAS OKAY 2. upon being told by angel that he cant be put in touch with buffy because [mumbles] misogyny?#go ahead and engage in a flirt campaign at harmony until she breaks down and calls buffy for him. those would be like the FIRST TWO THINGS #that spike did after he came back to unlife. first two things frfr #i'm gonna end the tag rant there. hmm

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My top 10 blorbos (random)

Midorima Shintaro

Oh, my froggy baby! How can I resist? Note: Me and my mom have a lot of frog-related inside jokes. Plus, he's carrot themed in his basketball uniform and my IRL nickname is literally Dutch for 'small/tiny carrot'. I have a lot of tiny personal reasons like this to be strongly attached to him. Plus his divine abs.

Akashi Seijuro

I already explained he's got some similarities with my first ever husbando and we also have some similarities ourselves. So of course I could not help but bond with him as a fangirl.

The Kiryu twins

Figured I better pair these two because they are my blorbos individually but together? They sky-rocket to another level. I'll never get over Ichiru crossdressing to humiliate his twin. I'll forever curse Matsuri Hino for not giving me more of this dynamic. Ichiru needing to die was a plot contrivance and don't even get me started on the clone plot & how we're done dirty yet again.

Tamao Tamamura

I thought she was cute when I first got into Shaman King and the sequel made me curious about Tamao's growth into adulthood. I really got invested in the scraps I could find of her and then I decided to delve into Tamao fanfiction. Every long-time fan can probably guess what legendary gem I found. To Stop The Bleeding is a fic I so deeply admire, like, it deserves to echo through the fandom. I hope to someday produce a fic as great as that one. The fact it's been on hiatus for years has been my torture as a fanfic reader. There is no fanfic I wish for continuation more then I do for To Stop The Bleeding. I've been waiting like a clown for probably a decade now, just like I have been for canon Tamao to finally give us that flashback to her becoming a legendary thug. Being a Tamao fan is agony, but I endure.

Maria Kurenai

Another lady who gets me waiting like a clown for more appearances every chapter and, like Tamao, had an amazing growth that was off screen. I love her and Marichiru is amongst the few Vampire Knight ships I adore. Ichiru being a human and her being a vampire could have added to the most supreme ship of the series too, as they could have totally bonded with Aidori over their mutual struggles being a vampire-human couple and it would have fleshed out her becoming a resistance leader for Ichiru's memory even better. I can just continue ranting about Maria's off-screen arc and the value Marichiru would have brought to the story for ages.

Senri Shiki

Ah, a bastard child of an abusive, entitled prick and a mentally ill mother… Am I looking at Senri or my own reflection? I get this guy so much even if I am much more of strong, rebellious spirit then he is. He's one of Matsuri Hino's most realistically writen side characters. Like the pretending your own emotional needs don't exist and having no boundaries when it comes to your parents, allowing them to walk all over you whenever they please? That's admittedly getting a little close to home. Even the humanization of his mother in the sequel showing that as unstable as she was, all she wanted was for her son to find happiness? It reminds me of my own mom a lot. Rima supporting him low-key gave me an example for how I should be treating myself too and this ship comes close to Aidori for me. Because Shima is the perfect example of how healthy ships are superior. Because healthy ships actually show you what you deserve in life, like that it's important to love yourself too.

Sasha Braus

Amongst my drafts, I actually have an essay about why I think Sasha is amongst the best female characters in anime. Like, this woman's death and the Gabi arc surrounding it is one of the saving graces of S4 and the primary reason why I rewatch that dumpster fire of a season (as a European, Isayama's somewhat pro-Japanese imperialist stance and the way the nazi allegories were pretty much painted to be correct in their subjugation boils my blood). She's just THAT good of a character and as a fellow countryside girl, I love the representation. There's not enough love in mainstream fiction for characters who are clearly from the countryside.

Makoto Tachibana

Do I seriously need to explain why this divine chisled but teddybear of a man is my blorbo when watching Free!? I wish I could shrink him so I can keep this gentle ray of sunshine in my pocket. As a woman with a strong personality, I usually am attracted to men with as much of a personality as me as I don't like the feeling of steamrolling over my partner, but Makoto is the number one guy who's soft and sugary sweet that I'd marry. He's just such a great guy and I keep wanting to reach through the screen and pinch his cheeks for how cute his personality is.

Vert

Oh my blonde haired goddess. I know the vast majority of the fandom misunderstands you (note: my Vert headcanon), but I see you as the depressed & lonely woman you are and I just want to hug you. This sapphic mess of a deity is one of the key reasons why I am cheering we, like after a decade, are finally getting a new game continuing after Megadimension. Because I want to see this woman get a sister and find romance again! Like, if we're not getting Vert x Iffy then can they at least actually flesh out her relationship with Chika and have them become lovers- PLEASE.

LAST BUT NEVER LEAST: THE SUPREME

Ren Tao

My beloved!!! I'm proud to have been your fan for like 19 years or something? His manga arc is amongst the best character arcs I've read even if it is filled with Takei's questionable morals like victim blaming Ren for following into his family's murderous footsteps when he was an isolated kid who never knew any better until Yoh set him straight. I still want to have my voice reach to the pages and my screen for his character to know he shouldn't hate himself for that ignorance and that his parents and grandfather are truly to blame. He's just such a beautiful character who went on from being a pretty boy to the foxiest man in anime history if you ask me! Like, he branded my ovaries with his handsome face and luscious long hair. I cannot get over how this man shaped some of my preferences in husbandos.

Sevonne can be Akashi's empress but I'm Ren's. As fun fact, but another thing they have in common is calling themselves emperor as Ren becomes the CEO of Leidi group who he co-founded as an adult. Leidi is Chinese for 'lightning emperor' and Ren happens to become one of the 5 legendary elementary warriors, controlling the power of lightning as the series progresses…

Bonus (my platonic blorbo baby)

Nepgear

I cannot say what I love more about my baby. Her parentified dynamic with Neptune which also reminds me of me & my mother, her relatable low-self esteem that she works through, her sweet heroic character or just the number of memes that are attached to her. Sorry Nepgear, but from Nepgya to Nepgeardam, you are iconic in your own right. I swear I've had the thought to buy myself a good Lego stash just so I can replicate Nepgeardam. It just lives rent-free in my mind and I can already picture you groaning in misery at my musings. I'm sorry girl.

I'll tag @reiimii and @vespersposts

My Top 10 Fav Anime Blorbos (tag game!!)

Sometimes you watch a series and you’re like “that’s my little guy” and you wanna consume all the content you can for them because you love them so much. That's my definition of a blorbo. Well, these are my little guys (in no particular order) and I wanna know who your top 10 are! Tag your friends to find out their blorbos. 💜 Here are my (anime) blorbos:

Tetsuya Kuroko (Kuroko’s Basketball) (that's mah boi, if you don't think he's on my list, you must be new here)

Miko Yotsuya (Mieruko-chan) (never seen a more relatable take on what I'd do if I could see ghosts, like i love ghost whisperer the tv show but melinda does too much, i would be like miko being like "i saw NOTHING" 1000%)

Rimuru Tempest (That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime) (i just find rimuru so smart and clever i love, anything he/they does i'm entralled thank u to my bestie for introducing me to the series)

Yukine (Noragami) ("that's my son", i've said since I was 14)

Retsuko (Aggretsuko) (probably THE most relatable character for me ever; one of the only anime i've been able to talk to my normie mom about and have her think is funny)

Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist) (i wuv him, one of the original blorbos i've had since I first started watching anime for sure)

Kusuo Saiki (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K) (this show holds the record for me saying "ME", since I would say it at anything and everything he did; another thank u to my bestie for putting me on to this series)

Shoko Komi (Komi Can’t Communicate) (i feel like she best represents me all throughout adolescence + high school; i think so fondly of her because I think I also want to think fondly of teenage me too)

Alibaba (Magi) ("come on, alibaba" as my bestie would say; another OG blorbo, i love a "Boy Failure" character that is also very capable what can I say)