#(mind you I know it's not but it really looked like a vamped version of the “mugshots”)

[morgana-lefay]

Are these one of those "the gentlemen above are the band, leave them alone, they don't need passes, just look at these idiots, they are easy to recognize" kind of photos?

[Found on Pinterest | Original photos by Jens Koch]

[ghosty-writes-23]

(Re-Vamp) His Precious Doll. - Leon S Kennedy.

!TAGS!: NSFW Content, Porn with Plot, Yandere!Leon, !DARK CONTENT!, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Stalking, Breaking & Entering, Past Trauma, Slight Somnophilia, Obsessive/Possessive Behavior, Angst, Panty Stealing, Surveillance, Blood, 3rd Person’s POV, Mental Instability, Drama, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Eating out, !WRAP IT, BEFORE YOU TAP IT! (Don’t be like Leon and y/n), Bareback sex, Riding, Creampie, Leon is a simp, !UNEDITED!

Pairing: Ghostface!Leon + Best!Friend!Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: "Oh....Y/n, Y/n, Y/n; You Are In Terrible Danger." You where the object of his affections and he would do anything to have you even if it meant kidnapping you and taking you always from the ones you loved because he wanted to keep you safe.

Word Count: 12k

Ghosty's Notes: Hello my lovelies, I know I promised part.2 to Ghostface!Leon almost over a year ago and never got around to it. (*hangs head in shame*) but fear not as I have come back not only with a new Ghostface!Leon one-shot, but I have written both part.1 & part.2 and even added a part epilogues and updated the story in this post. This now has a story and full smut scenes, thank you so much to the people that have waited this long, I am so sorry it took this long to finally get around to it, so please enjoy this updated new & improved version of His precious Doll face with a new title.

Another Note: This was written with either RE2R!Leon or RE4R!Leon or InfiniteDarkness!Leon in mind.

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Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty :] ❤️🦝

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Part One: The Wolf In Sheep Clothing.

In the small town of Raccoon city people were getting ready for the Halloween celebration, you loved the spooky season, the cold weather as it gave you an excuse to stay inside all day wrapped up in blankets and watching movies. Tonight, there was Halloween parties going on all around your university, people getting dressed up in funny costumes, some girls going dressing up as bunnies in hopes to get with somebody that is good in bed for the night while boys went as superhero’s to show off their abs and trying to find themselves a girl for the night. you weren’t really into the partying side of Halloween night, or dealing with the hangover afterwards but you did enjoy giving candy to trick or treaters when you used to stay at your mom’s house.

But even with all of the festivities going on there was a small feeling of unease in the town that not even the celebration of the spooky season could hide, recently there has been a string of murders and missing people on campus and as much as people want to pretend it never happened, there is this constant feeling of needing to look behind you and not to travel alone at night, the only evidence the police have found at one of the crime scenes was a Ghostface mask, they don’t know if it from the actual murder for just a Halloween prop but the police are not taking my chances.

Your father was the chief of police at the Raccoon city police department, he was doing everything he could to try and get the person responsible for these crimes and put them behind bars but also to protect the people of this city, you saw how hard your dad worked and sometimes you wished he could take a break ad you could hang out like you used to when you where younger, but you knew that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon so they is why you always savoured the moments you did get with him.

Shaking your head you decided tonight you would be having a self-care night maybe paint your nails, do a face mask and watch buffy the vampire slayer since you found it on Netflix and you had stolen the password to Leon’s account, while you were getting everything set up you where scrolling thought your phone and a news article caught your eye.

It was about the recent body that was found in the lake near the bridge that was located just on the outskirts of town, it seemed the killer striked again and it was another guy you had seen around your university, you think you one or two classes with him and only talked to him a couple of times he seemed like a nice guy from what you could remember.

The article was calling out the police authorities saying they could be doing more, that every missing person, or body found was their fault since they haven’t caught the killer yet, but you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“It’s not like catching a killer is easy.” You mumble under your breath as you exit the article and locked your phone screen with a sigh. you knew your father was trying his best, both him and his department but how do you find somebody that seems to vanish into thin air, plus tonight will not be helping since the killer could be dressed up and in public and nobody would ever know, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

After a couple of minutes your phone buzzed, grabbing it you unlocked your screen and saw the text message was from your group chat with your friends Chris, Claire, Jill, Carlos, Luis, Ada and Leon. It was a group picture of them at the boys frat house party, they were all dressed up as various Halloween icons.

Leon was Ghostface, It was a tradition that you both dressed up as Ghostface, Chris was Michael Myers, Luis was Dracula, Carlos was a werewolf, The girls were pressed as the powerpuff girls, Jill was Blossom, Ada was buttercup and Claire was bubbles, they each looked adorable in their costumes.

Luis: You should have joined us; we miss you señorita.

Chris: Boo, you suck for not coming, Leon’s been pouting all night.

Leon: No, I haven’t.

Carlos: yes you have.

Claire: I agree with Carlos.

Jill: Me too.

Ada: I agree too.

Leon: Great now you guys are ganging up on me.*Leon has left the chat.*

Y/N: You guys need to stop bullying Leon.

Chris: Why it’s fun.

Y/n: Chris.

Chris: Fine.

Y/n: I’ll come to the next party.

Chris: You better, or I am dragging you out of your apartment over my shoulder.

Luis: You can’t threaten her like that.

Carlos: I would love to see that.

Y/n: Bring it on big boy.

With a small shake of your head, you laughed softly to yourself, this friend group was chaotic but you loved it all the same, you knew Chris wasn’t lying when he said he would come and drag you out of your apartment, he had done it once back in your first year of University.

You remember whining saying you wanted to stay in bed but Chris picked you up like a sack of potatoes and tossed you over his shoulder, then walked out of your dorm, but now you just accept your fate when you know he is coming over. When you clicked out of your group chat messages you saw you had a message from Leon.

Leon: I do wish you had come tonight, makes these parties more bearable.

Y/n: Sorry I wasn’t feeling it tonight, but I promise I’ll come to the next one, protect you from Chris’s teasing.

Leon: That would be much appreciated.

You and Leon had been best friend since you were in diapers, you basically grew up together, having been next door neighbors and your parents being best friends, you and Leon were always at each other’s houses, playing imaginary and make believe games, having sleepovers where you would stay up late watching movies and eat so much junk food your stomach’s would hurt, you went to the same schools and even got accepted into the same universities.

Leon was your bestest friend and your parent’s always used to joke that you and Leon would get married someday, you even had a little ‘wedding’ in your backyard with all of your stuffed toys as guests, your wedding ring was a strawberry flavoured ring pop while Leon’s was grape, you even still had the plastic bottom in your jewelry box.

But when Leon was 21 and you were 19 tragedy struck when Leon’s parents were killed in an car accident, there car was ran off a bridge into a lake, his mother died on blunt force trauma to the head, his father drowned trying to save his wife, you remembered the police officers coming to Leon’s apartment.

You were having your weekly movie night with the friend group, once they had told him the news Leon asked everybody to leave, but just as you were about to leave, Leon grabbed your wrist and pleaded for you not to leave him alone, that night was spend with Leon clinging to you and crying, he told you what the officers told him and your heart broke for him, you cried with him.

You promised him you would never leave him ever, and that you would always be there for him as you held him tightly against you, what you didn’t realise at the time was this would be the start of Leon’s every unhealthy obsession with you that you didn’t even know about.

Back in the present, you looked at the time and saw it was almost 12am, the streets were now quiet expect for the few occasional drunk collage student, you grabbed your TV remote and flicked off the TV causing it to now be completely dark in your living room, you stood up and wrapped your blanket around you as it was a cold night.

“Come on Oero its time for bed.” You say to your cat as it was stretching on the couch where you just were, she was snuggled up to your side purring softly, but she gives a soft meow and hopes off the couch following you up to your room upstairs.

As you push open your bedroom door you notice Oreo was looking behind her and down the stairs, almost as if she saw something or someone you didn’t. “come on cuddle butt its time for bed.” You say picking her up and giving her a cuddle and kisses all over her furry face.

She gave you a soft hiss, but she don’t try and move away from your affections and she was even purring against you, giving her head a final kiss you got into bed and she made her way to her spot on your bed, which was curling up right next to your chest, her little furry head resting on your neck, she liked being close even in her sleep.

“Nighty night Oreo.” You say as you flick off your bedside table lamp and nuzzle in your pillow getting comfortable, Oero gave you a oft meow back and moved until she got comfortable and soon fell asleep purring softly, and you two soon fell asleep completely unaware that Oero’s behavior before was a warning that somebody was in fact in your house and watching you sleep.

3rd person’s POV

Pushing open the door to your bedroom Leon creeped in quietly, his boots carefully stepping around your room as he carefully made his way to your bed, when he saw your figure sleeping peacefully his heart rate picked up causing him to start breathing heavily as his eyes roamed your figure like a starving animal looking at its next prey, carefully Leon reached behind his head and pulled off the cheap store brought mask, revealing his messy blonde hair that was slightly sticking to his forehead from sweat and blood, but not his blood but the blood of the man that had asked you out on a coffee date a couple weeks ago.

He didn’t even bother to clean up, he was lucky he was wearing mostly all black and being covered in blood doesn’t look suspicious this time of year, it was almost like the perfect cover. Carefully and quietly, he placed his bloody Ghostface mask on your bedside table and kneeled down beside your bed, a lovesick look on his face.

To Leon you were his whole entire world, his life started and ends with you, everything he did, every person he hurt or killed was to keep you safe, because when you love somebody you never want them to get hurt ever. He wanted to protect you from the cruelty of this world, he didn’t care if he had to get his hands dirty, or who’s blood he had to spill, if you kept that sweet, innocent and bright smile, he would let the world burn down just for you if you asked him too.

Taking off one of his bloody glove he gently ran his finger over the soft skin of your flesh, causing you to scrunch up at the sudden feeling, but you didn’t wake only making a soft noise that made Leon’s heart skip a beat in his chest, you were always so cute when you were sleeping, so blissfully and naively unaware of the danger you were in, Leon knew you trusted him completely and so blindly, he couldn’t help but feel it was foolish of you to be so trusting of him, especially after all the things he had done.

But that didn’t stop him from wanting you to be a part of him, for now and forever you were his wife after all in his eyes, that plastic ring pop bottom was his most prized possession and he planned on giving you a real ring and for you to take his last name as he wanted you to feel the same way he does about you, he wanted you to be equally obessed with him as he is with you, but he knows it will take time, he is a patient man especially when it is for his sweet doll.

Leon’s breath caught in his throat when he saw you stirring, you had turned over onto your stomach your cat Oreo was still snuggled up to you sleeping, when his eyes drifted back to you he saw your blanket had fallen off slightly giving him a sneak peek at your ass and the black lace panties there decorated them.

He knew that set all too well, he had brought them for you for your birthday a couple months ago because he saw you looking at them, he couldn’t help but imagine you wearing them just for him, giving him a little show and maybe even getting to touch you with them on, just the thought of being able to touch you was making him hard.

Letting out a heavy breath through his noise, Leon was frozen under you settled back into bed, once you had settled Leon had to resist the urge to kiss the small patch of skin near your hips that was peeking out from under your blanket because your oversized short had ridden up slightly. When he breathed in your sweet sent of vanilla and florals his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head as heat and desire ran through his body, you were always smelt so sweet, it was why he stole pieces of your clothing to take back to his apartment and bury his face in it, he stole things ranging from t-shirts and hoodies to your panties and when they didn’t smell like you anymore he would sneak them back into your apartment without you knowing and take something else.

He knew he was sick and perverted, but he couldn’t stop, he needed you like a normal person needs oxygen and if he couldn’t have you then nobody else would, you were his and have been since the day you appeared in his life like an angel, you were his and he was yours and he had to protect you even if it mean he put camera’s in your house without your permission, when you were visiting your parents, he always had to keep his eye on you like the tracker that was in the bracelet he had given you last year.

His blue eyes traced the curves of your body under the blanket, moving closer Leon made sure his movements didn’t disturb your peaceful slumber. His face was now inches from the back of your neck, his warm breath was hitting the back of your neck causing you to stir again since you were a very light sleeper, Leon didn’t want to wake you up, but he was so desperate to touch you to feel your soft flesh under his care callous hands.

Slowly he tugged your blanket down your legs revealing your soft and round ass. Leon made sure his touch was as light as feather as trailed his hand down your body until he would to the top of your panties, he could see a small wet patch forming causing the cotton panties stick to your slick folds.

Leon could feel his mouth go dry as his gulped slightly, licking his lips like a starving predatory looking down at it’s next meal, his pupils have been blown making also the blue of his eyes disappear as his breathing starts to pick up into soft pants as he could feel his pants start to tighten. Reaching up a callous hand he ran his middle finger up your clothed centre collecting some of your slick on his fingers, a soft groan left his lips when he felt how wet you were, it made him wonder what you were dreaming about, were you dreaming about him? Dreaming of the pleasure and ecstasy he could bring you if you would only let him.

Without hesitation Leon brought his finger to his mouth and eagerly suckled his finger, as soon as your slick touched his tounge and soft and pathetic whine left his lips, you tasted like heaven and sin mixed together, he could have came right there at just taste you, he wanted more god he craved more but it was far too risky, he wanted to watch you come undone on his tongue moaning his name in ecstasy as you wither under him and tug at his head.

Thinking for a second Leon moved to the bottom of your bed and carefully hooked his fingers into the side of your panties and carefully tugged then down your legs, keeping an eye on you in case you woke up, but luckily he pulled then down your smooth legs with ease, smiling at his small victory he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your leg as a small thank you for your little gift.

Once your panties were off he brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, your sweet scent filling his nose causing his eyes to roll back as a deep primal growl rumbled in his chest, you were so innocent and so clueless, knowing he needed to go soon Leon got off your bed and pulled your blanket up over your shoulder and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Goodnight my sweet doll, I’ll see you again real soon, love you.” Leon whispered before he gave your head another kiss before grabbing his Ghostface mask off your bedside table and placed it over his head, he put your black panties in his pocket for safe keeping before he carefully walked out of your bedroom, giving you once last loving glance Leon smiled underneath his mask before slipping out of your bedroom and closing the door softly behind him.

After leaving your apartment Leon headed back to his own, his heart was full after seeing you he could rest easy knowing you were happy, safe and sound. When he arrived back at the shared frat house he could see drunk and passed out people everywhere, with a tried sigh Leon walked over the limp bodies before he headed to the frat house basement.

It was where most of the alcohol was keep and it had a finger print code which only Chris or Leon could access it so nothing would ever go missing, but it was also a great place to find things in plain sight, after Leon had done some work on the room, he made it sound proof and is currently covered in tarps.

Once inside the small room Leon tugged off his Ghostface mask while walking over to his computer, hitting the space bar the computer jumped to life as Leon sat down in his desk chair, logging in Leon waited for the computer to boot up before a series of camera screen’s filled the wide screen.

All the screen’s where of different angles of your apartment such as your bedroom, bathroom, living room and kitchen, spare bedroom, this was how Leon keep you safe at all times, reaching into his pocket he pulled back out your pair of black lacy panties, Leon’s blue eyes then flickered to the screen that was showing you sleeping peacefully in your bed, a happy smile on your face.

“Soon doll, you will be all mine, and I will be all yours for now and forever until death do us part.” Leon says with a crazed lovesick smile, there were even small hearts in his eyes before he buried his face in your panties and inhaled deeply again, this time now muffling his groans as your sweet scent filled up all his senses.

*The Following Morning.*

Y/n’s POV

You woke up the following morning well rested and refreshed for the first time in a long time, Oero had woken you up with soft meows for food, you gave her furry head a soft kiss before you stretched your arms over your head, causing you to make a soft whining noise as your back and shoulders popped back into place, running your fingers through your hair to move it out of your face a thought sudden occurred to you.

Reaching under your blanket you noised your panties were gone and you were sure you went to bed with them on. “odd, I must of kicked them off when I was asleep.” You thought before getting out of bed and doing your morning routine, but something in the back of your head was telling you something was wrong.

But you pushed that thought to the back of your head, today you decided since you had no classes and no work you where just going to laze around home, play with Oero for a bit maybe go out and get some lunch with the girls if they weren’t too hungover but you didn’t know yet, it was rare when you had free whole days like this so you were going to savour every moment of today.

After showering and putting some comfortable clothing on, you went to feed Oero and give her a morning cuddle before grabbing your phone and looking at the group chat, there were heaps of pictures from the party some of them doing shots, other pictures of the girls dancing and even some of Leon pouting which made you laugh, he had gone all out this year with his Ghostface Halloween costume even having fake blood on his mask and knife.

But even the knife looked real but you knew it was a prop it was the one he used every year. You hearted most of the pictures before your phone started to ring, it was your father you answered immediately wondering what he could need this early in the morning.

“Hey dad what’s up.” You say as you flopped onto the couch in your living room, you hoped this was a happy call, but you knew him calling you during his work hours wasn’t a good sign, it was either something really important or he needed your help with something. . “Hi honey, are you free this morning?” he asked, something was off with his tone, it sounded more formal almost like he was using his police chief voice. “Yeah I am free this morning, is something wrong?” you asked him suddenly becoming uneasy as a wave of anxiety rushed over you on why your dad was now calling you.

“Could you please come to the station, I need to ask you a few question.” Your dad said and you nodded your head. “yeah I’ll be there in 20.” You say to him, after saying goodbye and went and got dressed in some comfortable clothing before you grabbed your bag and gave Oero a goodbye kiss and headed out of your dorm and headed to the police station that was in town.

There was a knot forming in your stomach, what could your father possibly be needed to ask you that he couldn’t do over the phone, the feeling made you feel uneasy and anxious as you got on the public bus and headed into town.

Once the Raccoon city police station, the friendly and polite receptionist gave you a warm greeting and asked you how your morning was going, you said it was going okay and then asked her about her morning to be polite, she said her morning had been slow but her husband had brought her in coffee and breakfast before going into work which you thought was really sweet, after your small chat she told you go wait in the waiting room and that your father would be with you soon, you have her a thank you and headed to the waiting room for your father to come and get you, luckily you only needed to wait a couple of minutes before you saw the familiar dark greying hair of your father, he gave you a small smile as he came over and pulled you into a hug. “Dad what’s going on?” you asked him as your head rested on his shoulder.

“Not here kiddo.” Your father says before he guiding you a small but more private room, it was a small interview room with a two-way mirror and camera to record everything and a table and set of chairs in the middle of the room, there was even a hook in the table that would hold a person in handcuffs to the table, you could also see a file on the table, now your anxiety was through the roof, why had your father asked you to come here so early in the morning. “Dad what’s going on?” you asked him more firmly now; you wanted an answer.

“Well honey you know the case I have been working on?” your father started, and you nodded your head, it had been dubbed the Ghostface murders because of the mask they are assuming the killer wears when he kills his victims, you knew your father was following every lead that he could, but even in a small town leads can dry up or go cold very quickly or lead to nowhere.

You knew it was weighing a lot on your father because all he wanted to do was bring closure to the families and all those involved, to make everybody in this town feel safe again. “yeah but what has this got to do with me.” You asked him not a little confused, why he is asking you this question, does he think you have something to do with the murders?.

“Well, when I was following some leads, I started to notice a common theme.” He started before opening the folder and showed you a range of pictures, they where of you talking to each of the victims, some of you walking to class together, or hanging out or even at parties. “you think I did it?” you asked your father shocked that he would ever think such a thing, but he quickly shock his head. “no honey but I can’t ignore the facts that you are a common theme, that you seem to be connected to each victim.” You father says trying to ease your worries, but it only made them worse.

“I wouldn’t hurt anybody.” You say to your father, and he nods his head and places his hand on yours giving it a small squeeze. “I know Hun and I believe you, but until I figure out who is behind all of this and have them behind bars I don’t want you to be alone.” Your father says causing you to look at him. “What are proposing.” You asked him, you really didn’t want a 24-hour bodyguard it would get on your nerve and would make you feel like you are being watched.

“Maybe you could get a friend to stay over, what about one of the girls or maybe Leon? I just don’t want you staying in that dorm alone with that nutjob loose.” Your father said as he looked at you concerned. You didn’t want him to worry, and you knew either one of the girls or Leon would be okay to come and stay, you just hoped this wouldn’t be a permanent thing.

“I’ll talk to either one of the girls or Leon today.” You says trying to ease his stress, he gave you a smile before pulling you into a hug. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you sweetheart, I couldn’t live with myself if you ever got hurt.” Your father mumbles as he gave you a soft squeeze around your shoulders, you nodded your head and hugged him back, you knew if your father was the police chief then you would be safe no matter what and that put you at ease a little bit.

After spending the morning with your father and answering his questions as honestly as possible and him giving you a few lessons on self-defense and giving you your own pepper spray and showing you how to use it, you had texted Leon if he could come and pick you up, you didn’t feel like going on the bus after a very emotional packed morning, as you waited outside you heard the familiar rumble of Leon’s car before he turned around the corner and came up to the curb.

“Morning princess.” Leon says with a usual cheeky smile, you muster up a weak smile as you got into the front seat and did your seatbelt up. “Morning Lee.” You say as you relaxed back into the seat, it was comfortable and there was a soft melody of music playing in the car.

“You okay, you sound down?” Leon asked as he pulled out onto the road, you nodded your head as you closed your eyes, even though you were at the police station for a few hours you felt drained. “Yeah just a busy morning.” You tell him as you gave him a small smile, but you knew Leon wasn’t going to believe you.

“How about we go away to my parents lake cabin for the weekend?”  Leon suggests knowing it would cheer you up, maybe getting out of town for the weekend would be a good idea you loved going to his parents cabin, you both used to go there a lot as children, you always dreamed of living there and you could use the distraction.

“Okay I’ll drop you off at home so you can pack, and I’ll came back over in a few hours.” Leon says and you nodded your head, you would have to pack everything you would need such as clothing chargers, laptop for classes and makeup and medication as well as get Oero’s traveling crate, because you knew you couldn’t leave her home alone for a weekend and plus you knew Leon liked having her around and wouldn’t mind if she came on the trip. You were excited for this little weekend getaway, but what you didn’t know was you wouldn’t be leaving this weekend getaway….

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Part Two: A Mouse Caught In The Monsters Trap.

When you arrived at the Kennedy lake house you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you, the cabin looked to be in perfect shape, it was two stories and had a balcony that was in front of the master bedroom, there was a doc above the water, on the deck was a hot pool and a BBQ, the memories you had here warmed your heart you almost felt as if you were in your own little paradise.

“its just like a remember.” You said as you closed your car door, Leon had gotten out as well and walked over to you. “I come here every couple of weeks and clean up and maintain the property.” Leon spoke as he looked down at you.

“you did a great job.” You say causing him to smile and even the tips of his ears to go slightly red. “How about you go looking around while I get the bags inside.” Leon suggested and before you could argue and say you wanted to help him, he had shooed you away to go and explore your only little piece of paradise, to which you just playfully rolled your eyes and left to start on a little adventure.

There were flowers blooming and ducks swimming in the lake, the sound of the wind rustling through the tree’s, you remembered playing hide and seek with Leon when you where younger around the forest that surrounded the back of the house, you had always seem to find you while you on the other hand could never find him.

His parents always used to call him your shadow because he followed you around like one, you thought maybe like a puppy, but he didn’t care what you called him, but as you grew up you found comfort in knowing Leon would always be there for you no matter what. You found a comfortable spot near the lake and sat down and just soaked in the peace and quiet, no loud cars or traffic, no daily life stresses, even the stress about the morning you had with your father started to melt away, even if you were only staying here for the weekend you really did wish you could stay here forever.

*Later That Night.*

Leon was preparing dinner in the kitchen while you where watching him from the couch, Oreo was happily sleeping on your lap as you gentle petted her. “So, what is on the menu tonight chef Kennedy.” You say with cheeky tone as you watched Leon prepare what looked a tomato sauce and some pasta, he was wearing a cute little apron and had clipped back his bangs to not let them fall in front of his face as he focusing.

“Well, I was thinking pasta and chicken tonight, since I wasn’t able to get a lot of groceries today, but I will go into town tomorrow and get some.” Leon says giving you a smile as he was tasting the sauce off a spoon then adding in some extra pepper, Leon’s mother had taught him how to cook ad he soaked that information up like a sponge, you always enjoyed Leon’s cooking. You took a sip of your wine, it was a white wine and tasted of grapes and expensive, you weren’t really a wine drinker, but this was delicious.

“Can’t wait.” You say with a grin after you swallowed your mouthful of drink, placing your glass down you carefully picked Oero up and placed her on a cushion on the couch before getting up and going over to you phone that was connected to the speaker, unlocking your phone you decided to put on some music to set a cozy vibe, you could see Leon smirking as he leaned against the counter as he waited for the sauce to simmer. You picked a soft melody.

“Dance with me.” You asked Leon as you held your hand out, he playfully rolled his eyes before taking off his apron and walking over to you. “You know I have two left feet.” He tells you as he takes your hand and gave you a little twirl. “then I’ll teach you.” You say with a little giggle as you intertwined your fingers together and gently swayed around the living room.

“see your dancing.” You smile at him as you danced around slightly to the music. “only with your help.” Leon tries to brush you off before he gave you another twirl expect this time you decided to wrap your arms around his neck, while his hands went around your waist.

“Thanks for today.” You say as you looked up at him he looked down at you gave you a small smile. “you’re welcome, I’m just happy I could make you smile again.” Leon says causing a small blush to colour your cheeks, and this caused him to grin now. “you’re such a sap.” You say with a laugh as you both were still gently swaying to the music. “Only for you doll.” He says in a cheeky tone that makes you playfully roll your eyes but there was a smile on your face as you laughed at his dumb joke.

But as you slowly stopped laughing you looked into his blue eyes, and for the first time you felt your heart racing in your chest and before you knew it you softly kissed him, but as soon as you realized what you were doing you went eyes and quickly pulled away. “I’m so sorry.” You quickly apologized for your actions you couldn’t believe you had just done that, it must be the wine making you feel bolder than you usually are. But when you looked at Leon he didn’t look angry but a little surprised.

“Don’t be sorry Y/n.” Leon say clearing his throat before his hand gently landed on your face and he carefully pulled your face back to his and reconnected your lips in a soft and sweet kiss, you could still taste the tanginess of the tomato sauce he had tasted before, you slowly and hesitantly kissed him back but as you did you felt him pull you closer, this felt different from any kiss you had experience with a guy before, maybe it was because it was your best friend, but something about this felt right.

As your eyes fluttered closed Leon picked you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist as he started making his way upstairs to the master bedroom. Once inside the bedroom Leon kicked the door closed and gently tossed you onto the bed, a soft giggle leave your lips as you watched him walk over to you both were breathing heavily.

“You sure this is a good idea?” he asked you as he hovered over you, his arms either side of your head you could see his muscles through his shirt and it was making you wet, you knew this was either a really good idea or a really bad idea but at this moment your brain is clouded with lust making you not thing straight.

“You sure this is a good idea?” he asked you as he hovered over you, his arms either side of your head you could see his muscles through his shirt, he reached one hand up and moved some hair out of your face making your heart flutter slightly at the gentle gesture.

“we can stop if this makes you feel uncomfortable and pretend this never happened.” Leon says softly, when you looked into his baby blue eyes you could see nothing but love and warmth, were you really going to ruin your friendship for one night of passion, “Fuck it.” You say before pulling him down to you and kissing him.

The kiss was soft and sweet at first but slowly it grew more needy and desperate, Leon had tugged off his shirt and threw it somewhere in the room, you couldn’t but help admire his body, he was fit but not overly fit, you bit your bottom lip before you leaned up and removed your own shirt and tossed it onto the ground, You could see Leon’s pupil’s get bigger when he saw more of your bare skin, it made you feel a little more confident in your appearance.

“God you are beautiful.” Leon mumbled causing a small blush to come onto your cheeks, nobody had ever called you beautiful in such an intimate moment, maybe hot, sexy or cute but never beautiful.

You where gently pressed back onto the bed as Leon started to gently kiss your neck and his hand trailed down your body, softy squeezing your hips and your thighs, you felt as if your body was on fire with the heat the was coursing through your veins, As Leon kissed down your neck he unclipped your bra and carefully tugged it off before taking one of your nipple into his mouth and started a suckle ever so slightly, this caused you to slightly buck your hips as your breath hitched, his finger softly teased your other nipple and you squeezed your thighs together as you felt yourself becoming wet. “Leon.” You softly moan his name, causing him to look up at you with an almost love drunk look and he had barley done anything, only teasing the small bud with his mouth until it hardened into peaks. “stop teasing me.” You say with an embarrassing whine, a blush colors your cheeks.

Leon nodded his head before his lips started to travel lower until they got to the top of your shorts, slowly unbutton them and took then off and placed gentle kisses down your hips and lightly nipping at the thin waistband of your panties, you tried to close your legs but Leon just softly chuckled and placed soft kisses on your thighs, down your knees and legs before he gently pulled them open and placed himself between your legs.

You couldn’t believe you were actually going to do this, you were really going to sleep with your best friend, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or that you might actually have feelings for Leon, he was always there when you needed him no matter the time of day or night, he always protected you and made you feel safe and cared for, maybe the reason it never worked out with anybody was because you were meant to be with Leon, but your thoughts are too cut off when you feel Leon’s kissing and gently biting your inner thigh.

“Distracted Doll?” Leon asks there is a small tease in his voice, but you can also hear the warmth and affection. “Sorry.” You mumble as you looked down at him, his eyes were watching you as if he was watching your ever reaction, Leon just chuckled softly against your inner thigh as he pulled his mouth away with a soft pop, there were a few love bites and bite marks on your inner thigh.

“Can I?” Leon asks as his eyes drift down to your panties which you knew soaked by now you could feel yourself clenching around nothing. You nodded your head knowing if you spoke it would probley come out in a pant more then words.

With your consent and permission Leon eagerly pulled your panties down your smooth legs and balled them up in his hand before bringing them to his nose and inhaling deeply, his eyes almost rolling back as your scent filled his senses, you had never seen something so erotic and sensual before, and you could see him hardening in his sweatpants and you bit your lip.

Soon he tossed your panties onto the ground with the rest of your clothes and looked at your pussy with a hungry daze as he licked his lips.

“Your already so wet princess.” Leon says before he reaches out and runs a single finger down from your pubic area, circles it around your clit earning him a few moans before sliding down to your entrance and slightly dipping inside to collect some slick before he brought the finger up to his mouth and cleaned his finger and in that moment you thought he came just from the taste of you.

Soon Leon spread your thighs widely apart then ducked his head between them before dragging his tongue along your slit in a long slow lick groaning at the taste before he started to devour you like a starving man and you were his first ever meal.

“Gonna make you feel so good doll, gonna make you mine.” Leon promised as teased your clit with his tongue as his eyes looked up at you though his lashes, sweet moans were falling from your lips like a song, no man had ever made you feel this good before, you could almost feel your eyes rolling to the back of your eyes and your toes curling, you felt Leon react two fingers up and used them to spread you even more, the blush on your face was burning bright red, your hands where gripping the blanket under you, all you could focus on was the pleasure Leon was bring you at this moment, it was almost enough to make you see stars.

“Fuck Leon.” You cried out as you felt your thighs begin to tremble around his head, you knew you weren’t going to last long under his skillful tongue, he didn’t even need to use his fingers, you feel Leon grinning against your pussy at the sounds you were making and how your body as reacting to his touch, looking down you could see the look of satisfaction evident in his expression, but soon he redoubled his effort with much more enthusiasm and lust.

“Your getting close Y/n aren’t you, cum for me please.” Leon softly pleaded against your pussy, you could see his face was coated in your slick and juices, and when Leon gently nibbled on your clit that sent you over the edge and you came with a loud cry as your thighs trembled around his head. As you came down from your high you could hear Leon’s softly slurping against you before you gently pushed his head away since you were now a little sensitive.

When Leon pulled away he was grinning like a Cheshire cat as he licked his lips, you felt your cheeks heat p but Leon just gave you a small wink. “Do you want to keep going?” he asked as he ran his fingers though his sweaty blonde hair. You nodded your head and went to touch his sweatpants before he grabbed your wrists.

“tonight is about you not me, we can leave that for next time.” Leon says making you pout slightly you wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel before, but you nod your head and wonder what he has planned next.

“do you want to top, or do you want me too?” Leon asked as he slipped his sweatpants off, you could see the wet patch on his underwear, you thought for a second. “I’ll top.” You say before moving so Leon can lay down on the bed, it had been a while since you last topped somebody, Leon gave you a smile before laying down on the bed and help guide you to his lap, soon Leon reached over to the bedside table to grab a condom, but you decided to stop him, Leon looked at you wide eyed for a few seconds.

“Are you sure?” he asked you and you nodded. “I’m on the pill and my period isn’t due until next month.” You say with a small blush, you could also see a small blush on Leon’s face as well. “Only if your sure.” He says and you nod your head before you reached down and pushed his underwear down slightly before taking out his harden cock.

It was heavy in your hand and hot, precum was oozing from the head as it twitched ever so slightly, moving your hips back you line it up with your entrance before slowly sinking down, his cock stretching you slightly causing soft and grunts to leave both of your lips.

“So, fucking tight.” Leon cursed and you tried not to clench around him, but it just felt too good, Leon’s hand came up to your hips, helping to steady you and guide your movements on his lap, his eyes were dark with lust and adoration as his eyes roamed your figure as you bounced on him. “Oh y/n.” Leon moaned your name as his eyes fluttered shut and you could feel his hands slightly tighten on your hips.

You were moaning as well heavy pants and soft whines of pleasure were leaving your lips as you rode him, you felt as if you were on cloud nine, moving forward you placed your hands on his chest to steady yourself before you started to bounce slightly harder, at this pace he was perfectly hitting your sweet spot causing your toes to curl and soft squeals of delight to leave your lips, you could feel Leon start to move his hips in time with yours and it was making your eyes almost roll to the back of your head.

“Keeping moving for me sweetheart.” Leon grunts out as your body started to tremble again, you felt as if your brain was melting and all your throughs were getting hazy, all you could focus on was the pleasure Leon was giving you and you were giving him, in this moment it felt as if you two were the only people in the world.

“Leon.” You moaned out his name, you knew you were close, you could feel the knot forming in your stomach, it was getting tighter and tighter, Leon’s eyes opened, and he looked up at you, his body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his blonde hair was sticking to his forehead, just as your body was sweaty and you could feel your hair sticking to your body.

“Say your mine.” Leon groaned against you, his grip on your hips was almost bruising but the mix of pain and pleasure was addiction, and at the moment you didn’t think about what you were saying or the consequences it would have later on. “I-I.” you tried to say but was cut off when a moan left your lips. “say your mine and then you can cum.” Leon says as he started to thrust up into you causing squeals to leave your lips.

“I’m yours.” You cry out as your whole body was trembling. “good girl, now cum for me.” Leon groaned out and as if you had been hit with a title wave you came with a choked by as you arched your back, soon Leon’s followed with a cry of your name, and you could feel him filling you up.

As the hazy pleasure subsided you fell onto Leon with a soft thud, you both were breathing heavily and covered in sweat, but there was no doubt you were both satisfied. When the trembling finally stopped Leon turned you over and laid you on the other side of the bed, before slowly pulled out with a wet pop. Now you were more than a little sensitive. “I’ll go get a warm cloth from the bathroom to clean the mess up.” Leon says and you nod your head. “yeah that might be a good idea because my legs are like jelly.” You say causing you both to laugh as Leon got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, you watched his bare butt disappear before you relaxed into the bed. For the first time in a long time, you felt really good maybe this would be the start of something good.

*The Following Morning*

You could feel the morning sun gently warm your body as you slowly woke up from your peaceful slumber, you ran your fingers through your hair before you spotted a note on your bedside table. “Gone to get groceries and other things, I’ll be back early this afternoon, if you need anything text me. – Leon.” The note say and there was even a few x’s on the note, it was sweet.

Placing the note down you couldn’t help the smile that came onto your face as you remembered last night, nobody had ever touched you like that, it was almost as if Leon knew your body like the back of his hand.

Running your fingers though your messy hair you decided to get out of bed, and grabbed one of Leon’s shirts off the floor and slipped it on as you headed to the kitchen downstairs to feed Oreo and make your morning coffee, Oero followed closely behind you and rubbed herself on your legs as if she was saying good morning to you, quickly you got her some food and water before turning on the kettle and grabbing your phone to see what’s going on the group chat, only to see nothing.

“odd.” You thought, the group chat is always lively, and you hadn’t seen any new messages on it since yesterday, usually Chris is talking about something or Claire and Jill are sending meme’s to each other but there was nothing, suddenly that feeling of unease from yesterday washed over you again, something just isn’t right but you can’t seem to put your finger on it, and slowly you started to doubt if coming on this little vacation with Leon was such a good idea.

Later On, In the Day Leon has still yet to return to the Lakehouse, but you have been keeping yourself entertained by reading some books you found, playing with Oreo and watching some TV, it was an oddly quiet morning and midafternoon, you did check your phone every now and then to see if there was anything new in the group chat but there was nothing, you went to go and text Claire to see if something had happened but to your shock his number was gone from your phone, along with most of your contacts.

“What the hell.” You thought as you tried to find the rest of your contacts but all you could see was Leon’s number and a few other numbers. Maybe your phone was malfunctioning, but it has never done this before you had only got this phone a couple months ago, sighing softly you tossed your phone onto the couch, just wondering what the hell was going on.

When Leon finally returned back you helped him get the shopping out of the trunk of his car, he had brought a lot of food for both you and Oreo, some toys for your kitty and even some roses for you that made your heart skip a beat, but it still didn’t cover the unease you felt in the pit of your stomach. “Leon do you know anything about the contacts on my phone going missing?” you asked him as you were grabbing the last bags of shopping out of the trunk. “No idea princess.” Leon says as he takes the bags from you, but as he did something in his trunk caught your eye, it as a duffle bag, you didn’t know why but your stomach was tell you to not open it.

“maybe you should get a new phone?” Leon suggests as he closes the trunk to his car, snapping you out of your thoughts you have him an awkward laugh at his suggestion. “Maybe.” You say before you headed inside, for some reason your head was screaming at you to look in the duffle bag were as your stomach was telling you not too.

*Later that afternoon.*

While Leon was busy going for a swim in the lake, you took this opportunity to go into the trunk of his car, you were just hoping it was just full of clothing and that you where just overthinking things, carefully you opened up the car trunk and grabbed the duffle bag, it was heavy and slowly you undid the zipper, and you saw Leon’s bloody Halloween Ghostface costume mask and blade. “I’m overthinking it.” You say as you took a little at the mask, but it only took a few seconds for you to realise that it wasn’t fact blood on his mask but real blood.

“Oh my god.” You say as the realization hit you causing you to drop the mask, but suddenly you felt a presence behind you, the one that used to bring you happiness and safety now made you feel fear and ice cold. “Well, aren’t you a curious little doll.” Leon’s voice spoke but his voice was deeper than it usually is, a soft squeak left your lips. “It’s you, you’re the Ghostface Murderer.” You managed to say as your body begins to tremble in fear, you where here alone with a murderer, what was his plan for you, was he playing you this whole time.

“Guilty, but you have trust me I did this to protect you, those men would have hurt you and used you but not me.” Leon says before turning you around and cupping your cheek in his hand, his callous thumb running over the soft flesh, you were lost for words your best friend a man you trusted was a killer, you had slept with a killer, nausea started to fill your stomach, and you felt as if you wanted to vomit. “Your delusional, how could you hurt innocent people Leon.” You choked out as you pushed his hand away harshly. “they were not innocent.” Leon says with a growl under his breath, his face going hard for a second.

“You’re a monster.” You snapped at him as you tried to leave, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him. “no, I’m not, I’m just protecting the woman I love even if she doesn’t see it.” Leon says as he tightens his grip on your wrist. “Leon this isn’t love, this is obsession, this isn’t healthy.” You say to him before whimpering slightly at the grip on your wrist.

“You are not leaving me.” Leon tell you firmly before he pulls you to him and wraps his arms around you. “you promised to be my wife remember when we where younger, I plan on keeping you to that promise.” Leon says with a grin that made it felt as if you whole world had been shattered. You were trapped here with a murderer that was obessed with you.

It had been 2 weeks since you had gone missing, the Lakehouse that once held happy memories of you and your childhood best friend Leon, was now your prison that you couldn’t escape no matter how hard you tried, you sat on the couch curled up into a ball as you petted Oero you were glad Leon hasn’t hurt her, you knew you needed to get out of here but you knew it wasn’t going to happen easily Leon barley left you alone and always seemed to know where you were.

Over the months Leon’s confessed to everything from hiding camera’s in your house to the murders and even to blocking all the contacts on your phone. He was no longer the man you knew and cared about, The sweet and loving Leon was gone and was replaced with a person you barley recognized.

“Honey I’m home.” Leon called out as he walked in front the front door holding some shopping bags, you weren’t aloud to go outside unless he was supervising you, but even when he wasn’t home you knew he was watching you from the camera’s that had been placed throughout the house.

You didn’t say anything, and this caused Leon to frown slightly, before he waked over to you and gently grabbed your chin in between his fingers and tugged your face to meet his. “I said honey I’m home.” He says in a sweet tone, but you knew it was anything but sweet. “Welcome home dear.” You say monotone as you looked at him.

Your eyes had lost there usual spark they used to have; it was almost like you had given up on life because how were you meant to live your life when your trapped in what felt like a prison. Leon smiled at you and gave your lips a soft kiss, you didn’t kiss back before he went over to his bags and pulled out what looked like a piece of paper.

“Look what I found today.” He says with what can only be described as a giddy smile and laugh before being opened the piece of paper, it was a missing person’s poster with your name and picture on it, there was even a reward on it if you were found.

When you first see the poster it made tears spring to your eyes, knowing you were never going to see your loved ones again, that they were out there looking for you hoping that you would come home safe and sound, but you weren’t you knew Leon wouldn’t let you go that easily, you gave up trying to reason with him when you spent the first week of your captivity trying to convince him to let you go and you wouldn’t tell anybody what happened and you wouldn’t report him to the police.

But all he said was why would he let you go, he loved you and knew with some time here and some tender love and care you would love him the same way he loved you he promised you. But all you felt was dread, hopelessness and sadness. You just hoped by some miracle somebody would either find you or come looking for you before it was too late.

*2 Weeks Later.*

A month had passed since Leon had kidnapped you, nobody had come looking for you and you had fully given up now, the only positive thing you had in your life right now was Oero, who happily purred against you and wouldn’t leave your side, it was almost like she knew something was wrong and didn’t want to leave you alone, Leon had gone out again you didn’t know for what this time, but you knew he would bring back another missing persons poster of yours and show you that your father was increasing the reward, it almost seemed like a game to him.

You were now Leon’s wife, not officially but he had put a wedding band on your finger, or more like forced it, he called you wifey and darling and all sorts of cute pet names that if it was anybody else would make you feel happiness or even warm and fuzzy, but all you feel is sickness and cold wash over you whenever he says your name or pet name he came up with.

It was late afternoon when you heard a car pull up, it seemed Leon was home but then you heard heavy footsteps and what sounded like multiple voices, did Leon bring back a guest? You thought as you suddenly went to hide. But soon you heard your name being called out. “Y/N!” Chris called out and you felt tears in your eyes, then you heard knocking on the door. “Y/n it’s me Claire can you open the door.” Claire sweet voice said, and you felt tears in your eyes, they had come for you ere finally going to be taken from this nightmare. “I can’t, Leon has the key to the door.” You choked out as you wiped the tears that were running down your cheeks.

“Are you okay, your not hurt?” you heard Luis causing more tears of joy to roll down your cheeks. “not besides a few bruises you say before you heard Chris’s voice again. “Y/n back away from the door, I’m going to boot it down.” Chris warns, you pick Oreo up and went and hid in front of the couch, encase some of the door pieces came flying, at first he wasn’t successful you could hear him cursing outside before he asked Luis and Carlos to help him and with the men’s combined weight on the door came flying open, the lock and deadbolt chain snapping in the process.

As the door swung open you stood up and looked at the group walked in, Claire had tears in her eyes as she ran towards you and hugged you tightly, as did Jill and even Ada, you hugged the girls tightly before you began to sob into there arms. “we finally found you.” Jill says cupping your cheeks in her hands, she used her thumb to wipe your tears that were running down your cheeks. “Yeah you did.” You say smiling before the girls moved away and now it was time the boys gave you a hug, Chris hugged you tightly almost like a bear, then it was Luis who cried a few tears and gave you a squeeze, Carlos gave you a hug and ruffled your hair he was glad to see you were alright.

But as happy of a reunion this was you knew you had limited time. “We have to get out of here, Leon he is the Ghostface murder.” You says and they all nod there heads. “We know Luis found his computer hide out in the frat house basement, that was how we found you we used the tracker in your bracelet.” Ada explained and you nodded and you kind of felt grateful you didn’t take it off.

“We will get her stuff, Claire can you and the others make sure Y/n gets in the car okay.” Chris asks knowing we don’t have a lot of time before Leon arrives. Claire nodded as she pulled away from you. “I’ll take her in my car.” Claire says giving Chris a nod before the boys started going around the house to get yours and Oero’s stuff.

“Oero come here girl.” You call out holding out your arms, Oero came running into your arms and did a small leap, you caught her swiftly before you were guided outside and towards Claire’s car, once inside the back you had Ada on one side of you with Jill on the other, Claire was in the front in the drivers seat. You were finally free from this hellish nightmare, but just as happiness started to fill your body you heard another car pulling in, it was one you were all too familiar with, a soft whimper left your lips as Leon stepped out of his car, his face was hard and cold as he saw the front door had been busted down.

“What the fuck do you think your doing.” Leon yelled when he saw Chris walking out with what looked like your bag of clothing. “getting Y/n away from you.” Chris says as he walked closer to Leon, he was taller and bigger then Leon, but you didn’t know what Leon was capable of and you didn’t want to find out. Leon let out a humorless laugh before he looked up at the older male, the look on his face was deranged and psychotic. “you really think I’m going to let you take her from me.” Leon says before pulling out a knife from his back pocket.

“CLAIRE GO NOW!!.” Chris yelled, she didn’t need to be told twice, she turned on the car and stepped on the gas and you guys went flying down the long dirt road, worry filled your body as you could see Chris and Leon fighting in the rearview mirror. “He will be okay, I promise you.” Jill tried to reassure you as she rubbed your shoulder, you didn’t want Chris to get hurt because of you he was just trying to save and protect you. You nodded your head trying to believe her words but in the back of your mind you could help but feel dread.

*4 Hours Later*

You girls were in a random hotel, Claire thought it would be best to hide out until they heard some news from the boys, you had showered and changed into some spare clothes that Claire had, while you were in the shower you finally got the ‘wedding ring’ Leon had forcibly put on your finger off, there was a little blood but nothing a band aid can’t fix.

Stepping out of the bathroom you saw Jill hang up her phone, Claire was watching TV while sitting on the end of the bed and you could see Ada was petting Oero who was peacefully sleeping on her lap. “That was Chris, Leon’s been arrested, and your dad is on his way to pick you up.” Jill says and for the first time in what felt like forever you felt relief wash over you, you tried to not cry again by taking some deep breaths but there was a massive smile on your face, you were finally going home.

Your father and the boys had turned up a couple hours later, there were more tears as your father embraced you and said you were never leaving his sight again, at this point you wouldn’t really mind that, you thanked all of your friends and gave them each a meaningful hug and promised to get a new cell phone and number so you could continue to talk on the group chat.

You made plans that you were going to move back in with your father just until your University year was over and maybe do some traveling with the girls, get out of raccoon city for a little bit and go and live your life, Knowing that Leon was now in the custody of the police and you would never see him again….

Y/n’s Epilogue.

It has been 2 years since the Ghostface murders and the incident with Leon, Y/n had been living her life to the fullest, she went traveling with the Jill, Ada and Claire all over the world, she had even dated a few people but nothing too serious, she had been going to therapy regularly to help with the nightmares and trauma she had faced with everything and slowly she was healing slowly but surely, and she was even dating somebody new but this person was a little more closer to home.

“and how are my two favourite girls this morning.” Chris says as he walks into the kitchen in just his boxers, Oero gave him a happy meow and rubbed her face on his arms while purring, she had really taken a liking to Chris and like to knead his chest or bicep. “Such a sweetheart.” You say biting back a smile as Chris wraps his arms around your waist and placing a soft kiss on your bare shoulder as you were wearing only one of his shirts and some shorts underneath.

“Only for you two.” Chris says making you playfully roll your eyes as you flipped a piece of bacon in the fry pan that was placed on the stove. “Let me.” Chris says before he picks you up with ease and places you on the counter and takes the tongs from your hand.

“please don’t burn it like last time.” You say with a playful tease and he just rolls his eyes pretending to be annoyed, never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you would be this happy after everything, but even Tho you might go though shit in life it does get better if you just give it time, you will be happy…

Leon’s Epilogue.

An older doctor walked into the sterile hospital room that was covered in drawings of a woman, somewhere drawing in pen or pencil while other drawings were done in blood, a young man laid on the bed staring up at the roof, his blue eyes were dull and lifeless as if all the life had been sucked out of them, there where bandages on his arms from either him attacking other doctors or harming himself, His name was Leon Kennedy.

His reason for being at Raccoon city asylum for the criminally insane was because he murdered men for the woman he loved. Y/n was her name, she was the most beautiful woman Leon had ever laid his eyes on, they had grown up together and Leon swore he would always protect her and love her, but after a tragic accident that left Leon all alone, he started to develop an unhealthy obsession with Y/n, this would end with deadly consequences.

“Good Morning Leon.” The doctor says as he closed the door behind him, he was constantly under the supervision of the doctors here. Leon didn’t even look at the doctor just constantly looking at the roof as if his thoughts were 1000’s of miles away. “Leon I want you to tell me about y/n.” the doctor said, and this caused a small reaction on the young man’s face, a smile on his lips as he thought of you, your smile, your laugh, the sound of your voice when you said his name. “She is the love of my life.” Leon says with a lovesick look in his eyes.

“She must be an amazing woman.” The doctor says happy he is finally having a conversation with the young man; Leon turns his head and looks at the door. “she is and I plan on making her mine once again.” Leon says as a deranged smile came onto his face, as he looked at the drawings on the wall. “I will have her again.” Leon laughs delusionally as the doctor backed out of the door and closed the door sealing it shut before letting out a sigh.

This man’s mind is broken and is beyond saving….

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Questions For Storytellers

I have (I think) finally caught up on my list of poses to make, so I wanted to do something a little fun (for me, not for anyone else LMAO) and entirely self-indulgent. I read stories and tell my own over on Instagram, but of course it's harder to post long-form text like this over there.

Special thanks to @freezerbnuuy as I'm copying their post. ❤️

What’s the last screenshot you’ve taken for your story?

This is from the middle of my last post, but it's the last screenshot I took because I went back and added this scene in after finally caving and making my own stupid poses for it hahah.

2. Describe your story in three words or less: Needlessly long tbh

3. Describe (insert character here) in three words or less: Uhhh I'll pick Saxen since he's my MC... wet cat energy (which I think is something @nefaricussims said actually??). Or "90s cocaine chic" as @southernsimmin so beautifully described him. 🤣

4. How did you choose the name of your story? It's called The Cottage because it's... based in and around a cottage. 🥲 I have a very imaginative mind!! 🤣 But also, the cottage plays an important role throughout the whole story and especially in the upcoming finale.

5. How do you choose your characters’ names? My Sim story is based on a novel I never had the confidence to finish - in that version, Sax is an ælf based on Anglo-Saxon belief. I made him a vampire in Sims because that was the only pack I owned at the time, besides base game, and for gameplay purposes I thought vamp put him close to how I imagined him. I now realise I could have easily used CC and my own damn imagination to make him an ælf but I didn't know much about CC at the time, either. 🤣 Because of this, the original story leant into fae lore and the stuff about never revealing your true name. Saxen isn't his real name anyway, but for an added layer it also isn't spelt how you might imagine if you heard it spoken. The same for Thom and Jac who are also characters who came over from the 'original'.

6. How long have you been working on your story for? A little over three years! I have learned soooo much in that time.

7. Whats the biggest risk you’ve taken with your story? Did it pay off? I dunno that I've taken any risks, other than putting it out there in the first place.

8. What about your story are you proud of? I think the fact it exists at all. I've been writing stories since I was a kid, but at some point I lost confidence in myself and have never finished anything/wanted to share it with people because I end up overthinking and deleting it. So I am proud of myself for having maintained a continuous story for three years, and for having other people read it. I think because there was no pressure with a Sims story - with a novel I kept thinking, this has to be perfect and polished so that I can publish it someday. With a Sims story, I'm free to just write the silly tropes I enjoy and allow myself to suck and learn and get better at it.

9. What about your story are you looking to improve on? I read a fantastic article about ma - including pauses in your visual storytelling, space for the characters to sit and breath and reflect. It's ma that makes Ghibli movies so wonderfully distinctive. Being able to make my own poses means that I can show a character's expression or body language in response to a situation, without the need for overlaying text. I'm trying really hard to move away from the "talking heads" style that reads more like a script, and letting the visuals tell the story for me instead. I'm not very good at it because I enjoy my blah blah, but it's fun to try!!

10. Is your story fully planned or are you still working things out? Is there a definitive end? I'm approaching the end of it now, which has been planned for the last three years, so yes - I know pretty much everything that's going to happen. Sometimes the characters still throw a little surprise for me though.

11. Why have you decided to tell this story? Are there any messages or meanings within it? When I got the Sims almost 4 years ago, I had absolutely no idea that there was a) a whole community around it or b) that people used it for storytelling. I'd already made Sax, Thom, and Jac in the game, because I'd wanted to see them come to life during gameplay. Then I discovered poses and started sharing random staged screenshots on Instagram, and became friends with the exceptionally talented TheSimmerKay (now making machinimas!) who showed interest in my silly little characters and suggested that I try telling a story too. I owe her a lot!! As for messages and meaning... I'm very interested in what makes people do the things they do, and how the hero of a story often depends on whose POV we're hearing the story from. There's a fine line between hero and villain sometimes, and a hero acting out of love can cross from protectiveness into control.

12. Do you actually play the game or do you just use it as a storytelling medium? Yep - I have a designated story save, which is the one I take all my screenshots in and which never has gameplay. Then I have a Happy Ever After save for Sax and Fen and another save for for my Globetrotter Challenge Sim, both of which are gameplay only. I think it's important to have that outlet; I can work on my story, make poses, or just play the game, depending on what I fancy.

13. From basic planning to a finished post, how long does that take you? 2-3 evenings. I tend to get everything laid out and text added, then let it sit for a day because I inevitably think of a way to do something better if I give it chance to breath. 🤣

14. Do you have any regrets about your story so far? If you could go back in time, how would you fix these? Not regrets, really, but there are some threads that I put in - fully intending to complete them later in the story - but never did, due to them just not fitting with the story or wanting to try and bring things to an end sooner. But similarly, there are times when I was going to put in a little hint or foreshadowing in and didn't, and then later in my story have wished I had! The tricky part of serialised storytelling is you have to just live with what you have (or don't have), you can't go back and remove or add scenes like you would with a drafted novel.

15. What have been the highlights of creating your story? I've met so many incredible people due to it, oh my goodness. Truly extraordinary Simmers who've shared their time and knowledge with me. We have a little mutual reading group on Insta where we all read and geek out over each other's stories and it's just wonderful. I was honestly shocked when i went to other platforms and realised how much drama there can be in the Sims community. 🤣

16. What about the process do you enjoy? Not that I don't enjoy the process... but I mostly love it when it's finished and I can share it, hahaha.

17. What about the process do you hate? I don't hate any of it... it's a hobby and I do it because I enjoy it. That being said, it does fuck me off when I have multiple Sims in a scene, everyone is in place and has poses queued, and then MCCC Dresser FREEZES MY GAME NOOOOOOOO WHY

18. Choose a song that reminds you of your story:

This is the unofficial theme... specifically this version in Old English, which is Saxen's first language. "It's our destiny then to find love again / Where we failed once before now we'll win"

19. Choose a song that reminds you of (insert character here):

Another one for Sax I guess because he's special. 😌🤣 "But you, a cinder of the fire that's yet to come / Will you just sit and mourn this fragile thing that you've become / Or instead will you consume the very things you can't outrun / Until you finally see all of the strength that you draw from?"

20. Choose your favourite shot from your story so far: Hmmm I think this one, which was me being lazy and reusing a screenshot from an older scene during a flashback-style narration. 🤣 I was trying to achieve something else with the editing but did this by accident and liked it.

21. Choose your least favourite shot so far: Too many to pick from LMAO

22. Choose a favourite character from your story so far: Sax, obviously, he's my lil chew toy/punching bag. But then there's also Idris, for whom I only wish the best. She's going through some trouble right now and I don't enjoy it. It's much more fun to bully Sax.

23. Choose your least favourite character so far: I don't have one! Although Vlad makes me deeply uncomfortable tbh. I find him to be a really creepy villain, and unlike any of my other villains, he's not in any way misrepresented or redeemable. I'm using a makeover version of him by WistfulCastle (I would link, but I don't think he's available anymore?)!

24. Are there any characters who remind you of yourself? No... well. Whenever baby El randomly info-dumps on a niche subject, that's mostly me taking advantage of a captive audience to tell them about karkadanns or medieval torture items or dead bodies on Everest. 🥲

25. What inspirations have you drawn on for your story? I honestly don't know - I can't name anything that I've consciously drawn on, though I know for sure I must have. Funnily enough people have told me things like "oh that's like in Vampire Diaries" or "that's like that part in the Harry Potter films" and I haven't watched either of those, so I think what's happening is we're all drawing from the same well of folklore and mythology and trope. There is occasional story drama about being copied and the thing is... unpopular opinion alert... many of us aren't as unique as we think we are. 😅 What we are unique at is taking a trope and telling it in our own distinctive way. No one else can tell your story quite like you can.

26. Have other sim stories inspired you? I have soooo many talented friends who inspire me to do better when it comes to visuals and storytelling!! @callmedomino is the queen of silent storytelling and a huge inspiration on my journey to discover ma. I really love how well she can tell a story with no words.

27. What genres would you describe your story as? I call it rural fantasy lmao

28. If you could reproduce your story in another medium (movie, novel, comic, etc.) what would you choose and why? I mean obviously I'd say movie because HOW COOL would that be?! Especially an animated one!

29. What would your story’s rating be? (G, PG, M etc.) Ummm probably M because there is the occasional spicy scene. Sometimes three a year LMAO.

30. If you were leaving simblr Simsta and had to choose another creator to continue the story for you, who would you ask? Well tbh I've given Sax and Fen to several good friends already; some of them have them in ongoing cameos in their own stories. I wouldn't ask anyone to continue mine, but I like to think that Sax and Fen could live on in my friend's stories and games if anything were to ever happen to me.

31. Drop some random trivia about your story: When I started I only meant to do short, random vignettes about daily life at the cottage. Somehow it snowballed into a three year epic. 🤣

32. Give a light spoiler: "This is who I am. If I was any other way, I would not be myself."

[coeurify]

the red means i love you | ellie williams .

tlou2 ellie williams x fem/gn reader. unspecified universe. barely proof read.

vampire!ellie feeds from reader. they both really like it.

this is very suggestive, and basically blood kink but no outright smut. some bloody making out and finger licking(lol)

18+ only please and thanks! this is totally self indulgent. i love vamps and love ellie sooo <3

This was not the first time Ellie and you ended up like this. It was not the first time you found yourself in her lap on the soft surface of her couch.

You were no stranger to the look in her eyes, glazed over and watching you like a meal. One that made her tongue poke out to lick her bottom lip just at the thought of getting a bite.

If she was the predator, you were happily the prey. Pliant and malleable beneath her touch. Ready to let her have her fill, take whatever she desires.

So she would, take and take and take until she decided it was enough.

You don't fight when her steady hand comes up to your chin, forcing your head to tilt one way, stretching your neck to be on display for her.

It has been a while, enough time had passed for only two small scabs to be left on your skin. Fingers press against the marks, and you can hear her hum— sounding almost proud.

Green eyes look up at where you’re perched on her lap. The auburn haired girl studies your face for a while. She watches your chest rise and fall, watches the way you swallow.

You feel small under the gaze, your usually soft and talkative girlfriend instead replaced by a calculated and quiet version. You only saw this side of her every so often. It raises your heartbeat to an unsteady pattern, and you are sure she can hear it.

You try not to move, letting her inspect you as much as she like. But when Ellie gets closer, you can't help but squirm, her breath fanning against you.

“Stay still, bunny,” Ellie whispers, lips finally ghosting against soft skin.

The name makes you shiver, which Ellie huffs at— unhappy at the slight shift of your body it caused.

“Stop moving, I won't hurt you.”

Thumbs press into your hips to soothe any nerves. Kisses peppered against your thumping pulse point.

“It won't be bad, angel,” the woman promised, as if that worried you. As if you wanted it to be soft.

Soon her words die out and she is back to scraping her teeth against the warm curve of your neck.

“I know, I know,” you mumble a bit pathetically. Your body pushes further into Ellie, almost impatiently. This time the other allows it.

It was only one more beat of silence, one that stretched too long for your liking, before it came.

The cold sharp press against your skin. The burn that followed, like a searing hot fire poker had been pressed into your neck. You squirm, a choked noise coming from your throat as your eyelids flutter closed— welcoming the pain. Just like you always do. instinctively your hand goes to grip at her arm, nails digging into the inked on leaves there.

Ellie held you there tightly, accepting no attempt to push away, or closer. Your whimper overshadowed by the suckling noises that came from where her lips met your neck. You swore to the clouds above you even heard a moan that had not passed from your own lips. You don’t dare comment on it.

The initial pain dulled into the sort you liked— the one you craved. The dizzying feeling of being drank from. The endorphins that rose up and through your veins, making your mind cloudy. Maybe you just loved knowing it was you giving her this. That it was your blood, that you were her lifeline.

You were the forbidden fruit, and Ellie was happy to bask in hell if it meant one more taste. Heaven was nothing next to the essence of you.

The thought made you buck your hips into her, which she stopped quickly with a simple squeeze of her hand. The denial makes you whimper again, searching to be even closer. As if you were not seeping down her throat at this exact moment.

She pressed her thumbs harder into the fat of your hips, surely leaving little black and blue reminders of what went on today. You knew Ellie just wanted to keep you still in order to save you from her teeth ripping any more of your delicate skin. But the burn had moved lower, and the denial of movement made you even more dizzy. The lack of blood muddling together with the all consuming need for Ellie, sending you into some space you wish to never leave. You’re sure she is feeling something similar.

You stay still after that last attempt, determined to be good for her. To sate her hunger and give yourself to her.

The gentle attack on your neck continues, and you revel in the feeling you love so dearly. She pulls on your skin— hums against the warm beat— coaxing out all she can from you.

What feels like ages passes, the corner of your vision going a hazy sort of black when you open them for a moment. You can feel yourself slipping deeper into this state— whether it be caused by the blood loss or the euphoria you get from this. From serving your girlfriend in this way.

Before long, Ellie pulls away. You shiver and bite your lip to stop any more whines that come from the disconnect.

There’s a warm drip you can feel painting your neck, blood beading from the puncture points. Ellie watches you intently as your fingers move to swipe at it, staining your middle and pointer finger red.

Watching curiously as it runs down your fingers, you don't bother questioning as Ellie grabs your wrist. You let her guide you wherever, too dazed to fight it. A shaky breath passes your lips as she brings the bloody fingers to her mouth— and wraps her wet lips around them, sucking the last bits of you off.

Her tongue glides over your skin— and you swear you might pass out on the spot. It really shouldn’t make you feel this way, but the little noises she makes— and the way your fingers are clean again when she pulls back— it warms you all over.

She lets them go, and her blown out pupils meet your own. Breathing just as raggedly as you— she presses forward to catch your lips. It’s something you had not done after a feeding yet and it takes you by surprise. But you quickly accept, breathing into the kiss- bloody and all.

You don't mind the metallic taste on your tongue, or the way it leaves your lips sticky. You probably should. You should want to push her away, not swipe your tongue at her lips in a request for access to a deeper kiss.

But it sends a thrill down your spine, the way you can feel her growing needy— searching to taste you again. You grab at your girlfriend and whine against the messy kiss. Your lips sticky and hot against her own. It makes the vampire smile, how desperate you are. The way you lick into her mouth like it was you who needed the blood. For a moment you think she might let it continue. But she doesn’t, pulling back after a quick nip at your lip.

Ellie does a kindness by wiping her thumb across your lips when the kiss breaks, leaving your skin clean again. The thumb pops into her mouth again— as if she couldn’t let a single drop go to waste.

“So perfect for me, so good,” are the first words that Ellie lets out into the heavy air. You can't be sure if she means you or your blood but you don’t really mind either way. You just let your head fall against her.

She can tell you are too blissed out to make the next move on your own, so strong arms come to lift you off her lap. Both of you seem to dislike this, but you know Ellie wouldn’t dare sate that fire in you until you were all cleaned up.

You land on the soft plush of the couch, and lean your head back, watching Ellie stand.

“Gonna clean your neck up and get you some water now, angel.. stay there alright?” Ellie says softly, looking a little more lively now. A little softer. Because of you.

always you.

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV Ep3 Musings - Claudia & Louis (Spoilers)

I'm still teary & choked up while typing this. SUPER emotional episode. It's incredible how much they packed into one ep, too! But the second half of the ep was BY FAR the most emotionally impactful IMO. Jacob's acting is just WAY too good; he had me choking up something fierce.

Louis taking pictures of his food for no effing reason like all the social media girlies do; I love it.

Louis STILL tryna be Claudia's knight in vengeful black. U_U But just like before when he tried to save her from Lestat, he can't save her from Bruce or the Theatre or even his own eff-ups. DANG. 😔

YES YOU DO. If you wanna keep pestering her about trauma she doesn't want to think/speak about, then be prepared for the consequences.

AMC, you GOTTA kill Bruce on-screen for us, either in QotD during all the Burnings, or during the PL trilogy (Killer's death was GNARLY).

LOOK AT MY DAUGHTER ALMOST CRYING RIGHT THERE. God's strongest soldier, she's suffered more than Christ, JUSTICE FOR CLAUDIA. All rapists deserve the death penalty, IDGAF.

Understatement of the century.

I CACKLED at that literal DEMON TIMING. Armand was already AT the door while y'all were concocting your lies! Then he just strolls on in, uninvited! 😭

BULLSH!TE. Not that it matters, since vamps have SUPER-HEARING and can READ MINDS, you morons! Pack your bags and go back to America RIGHT NOW. 💀💀💀

Louis, beloved, bless your heart, but if you don't take your garbage attempts at lying back to NOLA and stop playing with this ANCIENT immortal dressed in all white like the effing BOSS PIMP you USED to be.....

Alpha DADDY Maitre Armand Sir, I take back every bottom Uke Omega joke I ever said about you~! 😍

Yeah, about all that.... 😬

Aaaaannnnnd THIS is where you effed up, Claudia.

And Armand heard the WHOLE THING. 😭

Look at her FACE. 😭😭😭😭

They KNEW she hated being treated as a child, and they KNEW her time was numbered cuz she lied about breaking their Great Laws, so they DELIBERATELY made the "Baby LouLou" role to humiliate her, and EXPLOITED her image to bring in extra revenue (how many BLACK actresses did they ever have in their coven/stage? ZERO); all while KNOWING they were gonna kill her and Louis ASAP.

I hate this Theatre coven with ever fibre of my being, Maitre.

Excellent point, Louis. Cuz I noticed in Ep2 that their apartment is kind of crappy--I assumed it was cheap & low class cuz of the tenants all being college students & sex workers, and I noticed a bunch of chipped paint everywhere; on the doors & walls.

They're slumming it in a studio, sleeping in the living room, as neither has their own room & she has to use a Murphy Bed. Major step below 1132; the exact opposite of how book!Claudia & Lou lived in Parisian opulence--highlighting my point that AMC!Claudia got NOTHING out out being a vampire.

But it's also pointing out how Louis covers all the cracks--in his MIND, in the lies he tells himself, just to live with the glaring problems he desperately wants to cover up & deny.

I'm finna yeet myself out the nearest window.

This is SO bizarre, cuz in this version Lou KNOWS Lestat's not really dead! In the book Lou set him on FIRE. So ofc he'd think Les was really dead. But here it makes no sense why he's carrying all this guilt!

Armand knew Lou & Claudia LIED, sure--but he SHOULD know Lestat's still ALIVE--he's probably chained up in the Theatre basement in one of those friggin "wet room burial vaults!"

THANK YOU.

The guilt is out of control. Louis, if Les couldn't tell you loved him after ALL OF THAT, then he's a effing fool who neither understands nor deserves you. Now go chop his d**k off!

Is that what you tell yourself when DreamStat's in bed with you every night? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I haven't seen mental trauma treated so well in Horror media since Senua's Sacrifice; this is incredible. 👏

Lou, give yourself a bit more credit--you're doing the best you can! :( Even if your best is an entire travesty. U_U

NOBODY TALK TO ME!

Just when I thought she was having a breakthrough, she doubles down on thinking Lestat lied to them about Europe being terrible. 🤦

(The way Lou clutches his pearls like he's having a heart attack--STOP it, ma'am~! 👌) And YES, you should've told her that you folded and spilled the beans to Armand and that she was walking into a trap, WTF!?! 😡

Jacob, your GirlDad is showing; PLEASE have mercy on us! 😭

EMMYS. 👏 GRAMMYS. 👏 OSCARS. 👏 TONYS. 👏

[waltwhitmansbeard]

hi there! for your autumn prompt could I request a #6 with vaxleth?

6. "I thought you weren't coming" setting this in vamp machina!

The day after she finds out, she's exhausted. Turns out, learning that the guy you've been hopelessly crushing on for months is a vampire doesn't exactly lead to a restful night's sleep. She tossed and turned all night, a cacophony of thoughts in her head far too loud to sleep through—how long, I'm an idiot, is he dangerous, what will Percy say, some witch I am, oh then there's his sister, that must be why he smells so good, what do I do?

Yeah. Not a lot of sleep last night.

So she's a zombie all day, has to hope she doesn't accidentally give someone belladonna for their headaches or something. She wishes she were home, but more than that, she's dreading the end of the day. Since the night they met—since the night he saved her dumb ass from a vampire—he has shown up just before close every day the shop is open, just to walk her home. Those walks have quickly become the most important part of her days, the only thing she looks forward to, really. It was on these walks that she started to fall in love with him—after he kissed her, of course, because she is, evidently, the most oblivious person alive.

But now what? Now she knows. Now she is a witch, and he is a vampire. Does he just...show up? Offer his arm, ask how her day went? Do they pretend she didn't see him feeding on someone last night?

The day drags on horribly, and yet before she can form a single logical thought for herself, it's over, and she needs to close up. Her legs are like lead as she walks to the door to flip the sign, anxious about what she may or may not see on the sidewalk outside, unsure what the ideal scenario even is—

The sidewalk is empty.

She flips the sign. Closed. Her chest feels hollow.

There's no point in counting the till. She'd never make it through. She locks up, turns off the lights, leaves the inventory for some future version of her that doesn't feel like she's coming apart at the seams. Bag on her shoulder, she heads out the front door, turning the key in the lock behind her.

"Hey, Kiki."

She screams. It's neither dignified nor romantic, just a blood-curdling scream as she leaps backward, nearly toppling into the street. Strong, long-fingered hands pull her up. "Sorry, sorry!"

Panting, Keyleth glares at him. "You almost gave me a heart attack."

His beautiful, smug face is biting back a smile. "Where was that scream when you were being attacked in an alley by a vampire?"

"I guess I was saving it for when I got attacked by a vampire outside my own store."

It's a low blow, and she instantly regrets it. He starts to shrink back from her, so she grabs onto his wrist and murmurs, "I thought you weren't coming."

Vax is looking at her with those big brown eyes she's never seen in the sunlight. "I wasn't sure you wanted me to."

"Neither was I." She's an idiot, in so many ways. "But when I thought you weren't going to..." She squeezes his wrist, hoping he'll understand what she doesn't know how to say.

He smiles, and Keyleth knows in that instant that there is no where in this world she would not follow him. "Do you mind if I do most of the talking tonight? I...have some things I'd like to tell you."

Keyleth wants to hear all of it. She leans in to press a kiss to his cheek, a promise, a hope. "Let's go."

[petergirl10]

Character Profile: Jonathon Young / Nikola Tesla

Damian Kindler (creator, executive producer & writer): Tesla's one of our favorite characters. He's a fan favorite, he's a writer favorite, he's an actor favorite.

Christopher Heyerdahl ("John Druitt/Big Foot"): I love that character. It's always so much fun watching a Tesla episode...

Ryan Robbins ("Henry Foss"): I think as far as vampires go, Tesla's probably the coolest vampire out there. I'm not just saying that because he's on our show, but I think the way Jonathon plays him makes him a very cool, very relevant vampire. He's not a stereotypical...He's not what you see. He's really done something really interesting with Tesla. He's very bright, very intelligent. Not to say the other guys aren't bright and intelligent, but you know what I mean. He doesn't sparkle.

Jonathon Young ("Nikola Tesla"): I've played Nikola Tesla on stage before, in a very different show, that really was a historical drama about his life, so my job in that play was to do research, collect anecdotes about him, and then try to create a portrait that came from that.

Christopher: He's known for playing Nikola Tesla and doing a great job. He's an extremely talented, one of our great talents in Canada. He's an amazing actor. He's one of those people who has a special gift. He's gifted physically, he's gifted intellectually, he's very graceful, and very specific in all his movements, and it's beautiful to watch. So, when they were talking about this character, Nikola Tesla... but he's going to be a vampire, I thought, "I don't know. Will Jonathon even be interested? I mean, this sounds kind of silly." You know, he's taking a character that he knows inside out, and we're going to make a vampire out of this? But at the same time, Jonathon has the look of a vampire. He has these amazing teeth, and they're very vampiric in many ways. I just thought he'd be perfect, and anyway, he'd probably have a hell of a lot of fun with it.

Jonathon: It became clear right away that the Sanctuary Tesla isn't so much interested in a imitation of a historical character, and I think that what's in the script is that he loves ideas above all else, he loves himself above anyone else, that he's intensely competitive, and that he has an arrogance about him that puts himself ahead of everyone else. Of course Tesla's ultimate goal is, you know, world domination.

Magnus: You're mad, Nikola.

Tesla: No! The Philadelphia Experiment was mad, but this... is progress.

Martin Wood (executive producer & director): One of the cool things about season three is we bring back Nikola Tesla, now the non-vampire version of Nikola Tesla.

Tesla: Well, I hope you're all happy now. I'm ordinary.

Martin: It's funny because everybody loves Tesla as a vampire, and the problem is, when you have a character that everybody loves the way they are, as soon as you start changing them, everybody goes, "You can't do that! That's our favorite guy! He does that!" You know, it's crazy.

Tesla: Here's to the glorious vampire race, once mighty, now extinct.

Amanda Tapping (executive producer, director & "Dr. Helen Magnus"): He's left de-vamped. He's left with this other gift, which he will call his incredible magnetism, I'm sure, but he... Yeah, it's a different Tesla, and it's a Tesla struggling to sort of figure out what this gift means, and how he can use it.

Tesla: Well... I can work with that.

Jonathon: I think, like Tesla, I thought it was an opportunity for something new. I mean, that's how Tesla ends that whole episode. He's totally despondent, but then, that "I can work with that" moment is because I think he sort of looks at everything as a game, and an opportunity to work things to his own advantage, so I think his mind started turning right away, and for me, I mean, I think that one of the great joys about acting is that, even though I'm playing the same part, every time I come on set, it's always new, so... I... I felt confident that the writers have a master plan in mind, and that this was a detour that was going somewhere.

Magnus: Nikola, the door!

Martin: What happens in season three is he's magnetic, and he can do some fun tricks, but it's not as cool as being a vampire, so we may end up making him back into a vampire at some point.

Amanda: But I can just say that we've shot an incredible scene that changes that too. So... literally just shot it. I still have the blood on my hands.

Tesla: I'm back, baby. And it feels so good.

Damian: There's different types of Nikola Tesla stories. There's the "we get a message from Tesla, and he's in trouble, but not the kind of trouble we think, which leads to other trouble, and he's got the..." It's the "hidden agenda" Tesla stories.

Tesla: Well, I did say S.O.S. in my message.

Henry: "Trapped in a cave with nasty bugs" would have been much more helpful.

Tesla: I'm just looking for a way to turn this pointless ability into something extraordinary.

Henry: It makes sense, in an evil way.

Damian: Then we have the sort of story where Tesla's involved because he's a genius, and there's something epic, and weird, and crazy happening, and we require a genius to help us, and make us feel kind of crappy about ourselves with his genius. That's another story that Tesla's often involved in. We have a Tesla story about the past, when we see The Five in Victorian England, and even Edwardian England, and Tesla's part of that, because he was part of the group from back in Oxford days, in the late 1800s. And then there's a Tesla story that comes closer to the end of season three, where he doesn't have a hidden agenda, but he definitely kind of gets in over his head seeking knowledge.

Tesla: Helen, we're surrounded by the greatest trove of vampire knowledge the world has ever seen. It's killing me. I'm being robbed of my last great discovery. I've spent my life trying to piece together my ancestry.

Damian: And it's nice, because he's the sort of character who can really, you can stretch, and pull, and put in different positions. He's definitely not a bad guy. He's definitely not a pure-of-heart good guy. He's just this wonderful, colorful fly-in-the-ointment, you know, amazingly annoying, amazingly useful, brave, egomaniacal, funny, critical, mean-spirited, lovely, loyal.... you know, kind of character. We love him.

Tesla: You were good, but I was better.

Jonathon: Each script gives a lot of humor to Tesla with those things in mind. That's why he's so fun to play, because he... like I said before, he thinks of everything as a kind of game, or a competition.

Tesla: Your shaggy friend is still refusing treatment, and frankly, I'm insulted.

Will: Oh, right, yeah, because I forgot, this is all about you.

Tesla: I have spent weeks creating a working treatment for the Lazarus Virus, and in the end, the creep in the room with the hair doesn't want to take his medicine! It's personal, and we both know it is.

Jonathon: He doesn't care about the effects of, you know, being completely rude, or completely outspoken, and in his mind, he's number one, right?

Damian: Tesla and Magnus have one of those relationships that is hard to define, and I believe that's mainly due to the fact that they're both so old.

Tesla: Helen Magnus. Kiss me and I'll save your life.

Magnus: And if I don't?

Tesla: It's been over 60 years. Just plant one on me already.

Damian: I think that Tesla, he just abhors boring people.

Magnus: Nikola Tesla, you always did know how to get attention.

Amanda: It's so much fun to play it, but I can't describe it. It's... it's this crazy friendship, with this very, you know, unabashed sexual overtone to it, from both of them.

Magnus: You've always been like this, haven't you? Selfish and arrogant, putting your own desires before everyone else's.

Tesla: I brought you here for two reasons. Because only you can help me finish what I'm working on, and because I love you.

Magnus: Yes, so you keep... What?

Tesla: I always have.

Damian: And the thing that's the most, you know, kind of fetching about Magnus to him is that she's anything but boring, and I think that's what makes her attractive to him.

Amanda: When you've known somebody for that long, and they know you as well as Tesla and Magnus know each other, I think it's almost like that sexual tension is just explosive, but nothing can happen because it's, like, "Then would we still have that tension?"

Magnus: Oh, shut up and help me.

Tesla: My God, you look sexy with a gun.

Damian: I think that Tesla and Magnus probably at some point had some kind of thing that went on, because she admires the giant brain. He has a giant brain, but he's just too much of an oaf, and Magnus has way better taste than that, so I think it's one of those, over the 160-year period, you get to have those little trysts and not worry about them, although you still have to work with the person.

Tesla: You felt... genuine concern for me. Admit it.

Magnus: Nonsense.

Tesla: Oh... You still like me, it's so obvious.

Magnus: You tried to kill me.

Tesla: Well, but you know, we all hurt the ones we love.

Jonathon: Well, first and foremost, they're old friends, and I think it's based on competition. It's based on rivalry and respect, and, of course, of love of ideas and love of adventure. I'm always bringing up memories of adventures.

Tesla: You know, this reminds me of when we were in Egypt looking for Tut's tomb, huh? Oh, those wild early days. No ground-penetrating radar, no satellite imagery.

Magnus: We were barely better than graverobbers.

Jonathon: I mean, I think that Helen Magnus has Tesla under a kind of spell.

Tesla: Well, I did say S.O.S. in my message.

Henry: "Trapped in a cave with nasty bugs" would have been much more helpful.

Tesla: I'm just looking for a way to turn this pointless ability into something extraordinary.

Henry: It makes sense, in an evil way.

Damian: Then we have the sort of story where Tesla's involved because he's a genius, and there's something epic, and weird, and crazy happening, and we require a genius to help us, and make us feel kind of crappy about ourselves with his genius. That's another story that Tesla's often involved in. We have a Tesla story about the past, when we see The Five in Victorian England, and even Edwardian England, and Tesla's part of that, because he was part of the group from back in Oxford days, in the late 1800s. And then there's a Tesla story that comes closer to the end of season three, where he doesn't have a hidden agenda, but he definitely kind of gets in over his head seeking knowledge.

Tesla: Helen, we're surrounded by the greatest trove of vampire knowledge the world has ever seen. It's killing me. I'm being robbed of my last great discovery. I've spent my life trying to piece together my ancestry.

Damian: And it's nice, because he's the sort of character who can really, you can stretch, and pull, and put in different positions. He's definitely not a bad guy. He's definitely not a pure-of-heart good guy. He's just this wonderful, colorful fly-in-the-ointment, you know, amazingly annoying, amazingly useful, brave, egomaniacal, funny, critical, mean-spirited, lovely, loyal.... you know, kind of character. We love him.

Tesla: You were good, but I was better.

Jonathon: Each script gives a lot of humor to Tesla with those things in mind. That's why he's so fun to play, because he... like I said before, he thinks of everything as a kind of game, or a competition.

Tesla: Your shaggy friend is still refusing treatment, and frankly, I'm insulted.

Will: Oh, right, yeah, because I forgot, this is all about you.

Tesla: I have spent weeks creating a working treatment for the Lazarus Virus, and in the end, the creep in the room with the hair doesn't want to take his medicine! It's personal, and we both know it is.

Jonathon: He doesn't care about the effects of, you know, being completely rude, or completely outspoken, and in his mind, he's number one, right?

Damian: Tesla and Magnus have one of those relationships that is hard to define, and I believe that's mainly due to the fact that they're both so old.

Tesla: Helen Magnus. Kiss me and I'll save your life.

Magnus: And if I don't?

Tesla: It's been over 60 years. Just plant one on me already.

Damian: I think that Tesla, he just abhors boring people.

Magnus: Nikola Tesla, you always did know how to get attention.

Amanda: It's so much fun to play it, but I can't describe it. It's... it's this crazy friendship, with this very, you know, unabashed sexual overtone to it, from both of them.

Magnus: You've always been like this, haven't you? Selfish and arrogant, putting your own desires before everyone else's.

Tesla: I brought you here for two reasons. Because only you can help me finish what I'm working on, and because I love you.

Magnus: Yes, so you keep... What?

Tesla: I always have.

Damian: And the thing that's the most, you know, kind of fetching about Magnus to him is that she's anything but boring, and I think that's what makes her attractive to him.

Amanda: When you've known somebody for that long, and they know you as well as Tesla and Magnus know each other, I think it's almost like that sexual tension is just explosive, but nothing can happen because it's, like, "Then would we still have that tension?"

Magnus: Oh, shut up and help me.

Tesla: My God, you look sexy with a gun.

Damian: I think that Tesla and Magnus probably at some point had some kind of thing that went on, because she admires the giant brain. He has a giant brain, but he's just too much of an oaf, and Magnus has way better taste than that, so I think it's one of those, over the 160-year period, you get to have those little trysts and not worry about them, although you still have to work with the person.

Tesla: You felt... genuine concern for me. Admit it.

Magnus: Nonsense.

Tesla: Oh... You still like me, it's so obvious.

Magnus: You tried to kill me.

Tesla: Well, but you know, we all hurt the ones we love.

Jonathon: Well, first and foremost, they're old friends, and I think it's based on competition. It's based on rivalry and respect, and, of course, of love of ideas and love of adventure. I'm always bringing up memories of adventures.

Tesla: You know, this reminds me of when we were in Egypt looking for Tut's tomb, huh? Oh, those wild early days. No ground-penetrating radar, no satellite imagery.

Magnus: We were barely better than graverobbers.

Jonathon: I mean, I think that Helen Magnus has Tesla under a kind of spell.

Tesla: Maybe a little tighter. You know, just to be safe.

Magnus: If you were any more transparent, you'd be invisible.

Jonathon: Whether or not there... was romance, I think should remain a secret until it's revealed, but there's clearly always the potential for that, but if anything, that makes the friendship that much more interesting and magnetic.

Amanda: It's an interesting... They're both incredible geniuses, they're both incredibly stubborn, and they both love each other deeply, though both of them are loathe to admit it.

Tesla: You have a Sasquatch for a butler, and you travel the world with history's most notorious murderer, and now you don't feel safe? Helen, green is not a good color on you.

Magnus: Don't be ridiculous.

Tesla: She's intelligent, powerful, remarkably well-preserved for her age, everything I look for in a woman. And unlike someone I know, she's actually interested in me.

Magnus: I'm not engaging in this childish conversation.

Tesla: The more you deny it, the truer it is.

Damian: I think Tesla's always had a deep, deep place in his heart for Magnus, but knows that he is never going to be the love of her life, that tall, bald, and homicidal Jack the Ripper is going to be the one that's got her heartstrings.

Magnus: We'll all meet back here with our keys.

Druitt: That leaves you and... Nikola. Your tests are marked for the same area.

Tesla: I guess your father liked us best as a couple.

Druitt: Helen, if you can wait, I...

Magnus: I'll be fine.

Tesla: Such chivalry.

Druitt: If any harm comes to her, accidental or otherwise...

Tesla: I have no reason to do her any harm, but you, I'm finding more reasons by the minute.

Magnus: Honestly. I am surrounded by adolescents.

Jonathon: Definitely the deepest animosity between Druitt and I, and it'll be interesting to see how that plays out. You know, what kind of jealousy there is there.

Christopher: Nicky's a pain in the ass, really. I think that if he saw the arse end of Nikola Tesla, he'd be a happy man.

Tesla: The power in that vial, it could change history, create any kind of future we choose.

Druitt: We?

Jonathon: It comes down to showmanship, too, I think. Who really is the most... Who has the most power, I think. Or who can go to the most extreme place. I mean, Druitt is such an extreme character with such darkness in him.

Tesla: Guess who's still standing?

Magnus: John?

Druitt: Hello, Nikola.

Jonathon: And when we first met Tesla, that was certainly the way Tesla was introduced, was that he was the darkest, or had the most capacity for evil.

Christopher: At the same time, there's a wonderful... respect and camaraderie to these two, that...

Tesla: John, really. He's not worth it, pardon the pun. If you kill him, he can't help her.

Adam: Same old Johnny.

Tesla: Shh, please.

Jonathon: We saw a more human side to him, as we have seen with Druitt, too. But again it comes down to... competition, and I think past grudges too.

Tesla: Nice move last time we met, Johnny. Took me a while to get over it.

Druitt: Not long enough, old boy. Care for another helping?

Jonathon: It's qualities of Tesla's that Tesla sees in Druitt, that Tesla reacts to the strongest, so it's when he... I mean, I think that that's true in life. When you actually take apart what it is you don't like so much about someone, often it's qualities that you have, so I think his arrogance, and his power, and, uh, his, of course, special bond with Magnus.

Magnus: Hand it over.

Tesla: Very well. But really, I have to say, when I imagined the splendor of the entry hall, an architectural site thousands of years old, a veritable marvel of art and design, and to think that the first witnesses to this spectacle will be Huey, Duey, and Screwy? Really, Helen, my heart sinks you chose them over me.

Magnus: Don't be bitter.

Tesla: But I do it so well.

Jonathon: Well, I think Tesla has such disdain for ordinary humans, and takes great pleasure in making that known.

Tesla: I want my life back. Look at me, Helen. I'm reduced to parlor tricks and Morse code. I can't even get out of a cobweb without help from these chumps. What am I now, human with... with benefits? It's pathetic.

Jonathon: And at any chance he can get, I think... making fun of how pathetic and weak regular humans are.

Tesla: You, I like. You, I don't know.

Will: I'm Dr. Zimmerman. I work with Dr. Magnus.

Tesla: Protégé. Well, the mission's necessary disposable item.

Magnus: Stop this, Nikola.

Robin Dunne ("Will Zimmerman"): Will and Nikola have an interesting relationship, I think. I don't know if you can even really call it a relationship. Definitely from Tesla's point of view, I'm sure he just sees Will as just some pathetic little human who, you know, is something of an annoyance. He kind of treats him as though he's a child.

Will: And you just happened to get trapped by them. God, that's so weird.

Tesla: Yeah, down, Junior. I didn't know they were here until they tried to make me part of the architecture.

Jonathon: As far as Tesla's concerned, Will's just not in the same class, and needs to be reminded of that, on a daily basis, to keep him in his place.

Will: Retrieve the Source Blood, and it's a grand slam?

Tesla: One thing at a time, Dr. Expendable.

Jonathon: I think because Will is so resilient too, and puts up with so much, because he believes in his work. I mean, as far as I can tell, Will believes in his job, and is devoted to Magnus, he becomes a great foil for Tesla's arrogance.

Will: You know what I say? I say you got yourself into a little bit of trouble, and you dragged us into the mess, too. So stop whining about it.

Tesla: I thought helping people was part of your job description.

Will: Yeah, people. You, Professor Hidden Agenda, not so much.

Robin: His opinion of Tesla is that Tesla's a guy who's in the Tesla business first and foremost, always has a secret agenda, doesn't ever do anything that doesn't benefit him in some way.

Tesla: Unprotected platinum coils? Wolf-boy... Have a word with him about power efficiency.

Magnus: I doubt Henry planned on this kind of re-purposing.

Tesla: That's no excuse.

Ryan: Tesla and Henry have an interesting relationship because I don't think Tesla respects Henry very much at all, and I think despite himself, Henry can't help but respect Tesla and admire him. I think Henry admires the guy, and hates him for being so clever.

Henry: Yeah, I get how you could generate a signal by clenching your kegels or whatever, but how did you get the range?

Tesla: Oh, you obviously didn't do any aerial mapping on your way in. Had you, you might have noticed the amplification properties of the local terrain.

Henry: Parabolic focus point. Okay, then wouldn't it be secondary signals...

Tesla: Hey, shh, shh! Slop. You'll hurl yourself, and I'm feeing far too tired to feign concern.

Henry: You're welcome. Jackass.

Ryan: It's the last guy in the world Henry wants to, you know, learn from, or look up to. I think he just despises so much about him. I mean, you can go back to that whole vampire/werewolf thing, where those are just two... They just never get along, historicity, ever.

Tesla: The Cabal have been planning this move for decades. I've had two days, a crappy lab, and Tiny Tim for an assistant, so please cut me some slack.

Henry: If you think working with you is a party, think again, Vlad!

Tesla: Good, you finally showed up. Quit your whining and get to work.

Jonathon: And he's got to work with Wolf-boy, in the lab, with the crappy antique tools that Magnus keeps around. I mean, I think when Tesla gets angry about something, especially if it's a mistake that he's made, he immediately blames somebody else, and I've found that fuels a lot of scenes is that often Tesla's just angry at his own predicament, or his own error, and that fuels a bunch of rage at someone else.

Tesla: Never bore your audience.

Damian: That, to me, is Tesla. "Never bore your audience." That's him. That's a very definitive moment. He's about to do something brave, but in his mind, it's like, "Well, I'm only doing this because God forbid anything should be dui and uninteresting." And he's about that. He's a genius, and geniuses are like that. A lot of criminals are geniuses because they're just bored silly living inside the rules of society, and Tesla's like the ultimate criminal genius.

Christopher: I think he's an enjoyable... an enjoyable person to dislike.

Amanda: He's the character you love to hate, and you love to love, because he's just so out there. Yeah, yeah, and he has become one of the most popular characters on the show, and for very good reason, not only because the actor playing him is so incredible, but because this character is such a fully realized... dink. You just love him. I don't know if I can use that word, but I'm gonna.

Tesla: Yeah, well, since when did I become the responsible member of this group? The big hairy one can answer the phone. I'm not missing out on this.

Druitt: You're absolutely determined to come with us?

Tesla: Of course I am.

Druitt: If you insist.

Tesla: Son. Of. A. Bitch!

Jonathon: That's what makes him so fun to play is... his ability to say absolutely anything.

Tesla: No, we mustn't forget our most important achievement of the day. My resurrection.

Magnus: Oh, here we go.

Tesla: Sweet, sweet resurrection.

[animentality]

As much as I generally like Tumblr more than say, Twitter.

Or even you know. The disgusting hive mind that is reddit or TikTok.

The terfs of Tumblr are the most unbearable, self righteous, perpetually angry, chronically online group of misanthropes you'll ever encounter.

Like Twitter is full of hate, in every flavor, but it's muted. It's like some insane opinions, some more moderately insane opinions, and then some truly batshit, how did anyone ever think of that stuff.

But here. You say like, trans people are literally just people, and then some radfem terf tribal leader comes out of nowhere with her army of frothing attack dogs with mouths full of rabies and they co opt entire posts.

They attack everything you say, and then things you don't say, accusing you of being a misogynistic porn lover or a tranny or a man masquerading as a woman or a self hating misogynist woman.

And it's like oh wow.

There is a reason Tumblr was and still is called hellsite.

It may be gayer here than most sites, but your main enemy is so uniquely Tumblr that it becomes unbearable and horrible in its own flavor.

I have had some asshole conservatives on my posts. I have had some incels saying some stupid shit. But they get laughed at and bullied normally.

But here? Well shoot. All it takes is one annoying terf whose entire life mission is being on Tumblr, preaching the words of pastor bill in the form of gender politics.

And then her squadron of piecemeal worms come out of the dirt or nearby shit hive where they live and start gnawing at flesh like the ravenous hordes of cannibals they are.

It'd be embarrassing if it wasn't so sad.

What do you think you're doing, anyway? Advocating for women's rights from the comfort of your armchair? Are you actually helping women, are you supporting domestic abuse charities, are you volunteering at battered women shelters, are you going outside even once or twice to discuss real systemic issues that affect women, or are you just a spiteful, angry, misanthropic, jaded loser who spends all their time being angry and going on witch hunts and spewing venomous bile online at strangers?

You know that neo Nazi fuck, Andrew Anglin, used to be a hardcore liberal who liked trolling the Westboro baptist church?

I suspect that most terfs don't really have a morality behind it, you're just a re vamped version of anger addicted. You like to bully and belittle and deride, but you've grown up on movies that have hammered in just how much bullying is bad. So you need a different way to bully, a liberal way to bully, and look who it is!

A catty group of popular white girls with the southern white woman tactic of weaponizing victimhood. Your true people. White recognizes white. You think your righteous rage is fair and just and liberal and you're nothing like those chauvinistic sexist patriarchal neo Nazis?

Lol.

First off you support neo Nazis far more than you'll ever support the LGBT community or even women. Second, you might as well join the neo Nazis since your definition of a real woman is just a patriarchal depiction of the proper biological breeding slave with a vagina and child bearing hips.

Again. It would be embarrassing, but the saddest thing is you can't even see just how embarrassing you are.

[honeybyte]

do/can vampires die in the coffinmaker verse? and in addition to that, what does a vampire's life....cycle? (for lack of better term) generally look like. if any of that makes sense hdgklfdg

it does it does! and thank you as always for asking these kinds of qs bc it helps me think my way thru things xbxbxb

they can die! it's just hard to do it, the main way a vamp passes away is thru starvation, which is kinda what i decided on for joan. generally, as long as they eat fairly regularly, they can last an ungodly amount of time, which is how joan gets to be up to 700-800– she's a turned vampy but she makes sure to eat often enough that she carries on for that amount of time

for that reason, i think if a vamp passes away it's a personal choice, one where they decide to stop eating, or find another way to go out

as for a life cycle, i think it generally is just a longer version of a human life cycle, esp if they're born a vamp– they go thru the awkward stages of childhood and everything, it just takes longer to do it and comes w different complications. for joan, who was turned as a teen, she basically had to do puberty all over again, just the vamp version of it. i also think she experienced a v exaggerated version of teen rage, and did some things she's not proud of and won't talk abt. there's also that adulthood lasts much longer, i do think aging just depends on the vamp, but around 7-800 is when they start really aging. joan experiences a form of dementia around 800 years, where she's confused where she is and doesnt quite understand where her wife went, but she still has it in her mind to meet at the museum at 3pm, and knows how to get there and back home. she eventually stops eating and passes away, another side effect of her mind slipping, her personal life cycle comes to an end. i think she makes it to her mid 900s by that time

[silvermaplealder]

Modern Day Head Cannons

I like to imagine the lost boys characters having modern day quirks since I like to write in the present time. So I compiled a list of random head cannons for each of the characters from the vamps to gramps, on random quirks they would have in the modern day.

David:

Is quite awful with technology. Like he has a phone but cannot change the wallpaper for it. So the other vamps are constantly changing his wallpaper to stupid little things

Though, he would be great with slang. He would know all the up-to-date slang just from reading people's minds and listening to them talk. The vamps would see some new slang or abbreviation and David would know exactly what it meant

His only social media would be a facebook profile he made in like 2010 that has 0 updates since the day he made it. Also it has his real birthdate on it.

He'd also be opposed to his face being on the internet. Like, he doesn't mind pictures as long as they're not posted. He's paranoid like a parent in 2008 who's children are getting a test of the world wide web. But since he doesn't have social media nor can really work a phone, the others will still post stuff of him without him knowing

Dwayne:

Dwayne would have his own Etsy shop for oddities. He'd find and clean bones and sell them online and make a surprising amount of money. Like it started as a little fun thing back when Etsy first began, and then next thing he knew he became very popular.

He treats his little shop without a care, and never responds to messages or actively tells people to fuck off, but people keep on buying. He's a star seller (somehow without responding to messages) and has 5 star reviews.

I also feel that he would LOVE fanfiction. He would read a book and then immediately have a ship and look up fanfiction for it. Sometimes he would write fanfiction, but he never feels like his work is good enough so he doesn't post it.

Since they don't have power at the cave, he'd be the one who would bring all the electronics to a cafe to get them charged. He would love his little cafe trips and it gives him a chance to have a break from the others

Marko:

I feel like he would be experimenting with different pronouns, and the other vampires would be super supportive of him and do their best to ensure they use the proper ones.

Marko would have ALL of the social media. Everything. He'd have facebook, instagram, tiktok, tumblr, twitter, everything. You know he had a MySpace and was in the aol chatrooms. He'd have a shit ton of email addresses as well so he could have multiple accounts.

He knows every vine reference

He posts at least a couple times an hour for whatever pops in his head. He's been temporarily banned on most of his accounts for posting gore-y stuff that was flagged

He has a surprising amount of followers and he jokes about being a vampire all of the time

Paul:

Paul would love pictures on his phone. He would have so many pictures of the other vampires and anything that he sees.

He would also have all of the music apps, and the paid versions specifically. Youtube Red. Spotify Premium. He's got apps to create music, though he's really bad at it.

He and Marko definitely tried to make a youtube channel and it did not work out very well

He also loves to make memes. He and Marko have thousands of saved memes on their phones of things that happen in their day to day life

Star:

Star accidentally became very popular on tiktok for a stupid little video she never expected to get any views. She ends up as a mini influencer with little videos that she spends twenty seconds making

She's also slightly jealous about Dwayne's Etsy shop doing well as she tried jewelry making but nothing was selling. And yet she was always adamant about good customer service and Dwayne ignores most of his messages.

She also has her own bike at this point and somehow she's more scary on it than the other boys

Michael:

He loves cars. He's the kind of guy that would go to car shows and he'd drag the other vampires with him. Paul would take pictures of his favorite cars and print them out for him.

Michael would also have a part-time overnight job to be able to afford getting a nice car of his own

He's also not a fan of memes and tries very hard not to end up in one of Paul or Marko's memes, though it happens so frequently he just has no idea

Sam:

Sam would have amazing fashion. With access to the internet he'd be copying a lot of famous people's styles

He'd be obsessed with pinterest. So many ideas saved, fashion styles, etc.

He'd also have some self image issues that he'd need to work through

He really, really wants to go to a convention but with his family struggling with money he's never been able to

Laddie:

He'd want a cell phone so bad. Star and Dwayne refuse to buy him one because they're afraid of internet safety. But Marko and Paul are happy to led over their phones for Laddie to play games on

David definitely leaves his phone "unattended" for Laddie to take and use

Sometimes David leaves his phone with Laddie so Laddie can text the other vampires when they're out

Edgar:

OBSESSED with Fortnite. Like so obsessed. He's certain Donald Mustard is some sort of undead being and hypnotizing children with the video game. But yet Edgar plays it every moment of free time he has

He also is on top of every conspiracy theory. He believes anything that he reads on the internet, even if it sounds a little far fetched

He also most definitely follows Marko's social media and has zero idea that Marko's a vampire

Alan:

Alan likes Fortnite too, but is not as obsessed about it as Edgar is. He's not as quick to jump onto conspiracy theories as Edgar is, but if Edgar gives him a good reason he'll believe it.

He and Edgar most definitely send each other memes/videos of toxic family relationships and they both will give a brief laugh and look at their deadbeat parents

He's the one that makes friends and brings them to Edgar so that Edgar can have a friend. They don't have many friends, but all their friends are ride-or-die types

Max:

His video store he would have switched to be a tech store so he can still continue to get the personal information of people in the area. People come to buy big ticket items and he can collect their addresses for deliveries, or payment plans, etc.

He'd be very informational about technology in general, but you'd find that he still has a flip phone and does not own any sort of modern piece of technology

He constantly warns the younger vampires about the dangers of the internet

Lucy:

She'd be on a lot of mom blogs, trying to relate with other mothers who have sons

I feel like she'd also be the kind of mother who would have lots of pictures of her children growing up and she'd look at them a lot, or share them online.

She's also definitely a facebook mom who doesn't post updates much, but she's always looking at other people's posts and commenting. She'd also low-key try to stalk her children's new friends all the time. She'd find David's facebook and she'd be like why does it say he was born in the 1800's. And we all just hope she doesn't find any of Marko's accounts

Gramps:

Gramps would LOVE the modern day taxidermy community. He'd be on a very niche online taxidermy forum (not to name names, but taxidermy. net).

He'd love the new forms for taxidermy that he could order online that make his life a lot easier and no asbestos.

He'd still know about all the different vampires in the area

[oveliagirlhaditright]

Superboys - A Bangel fic

Summary: When male Slayers start appearing after Buffy destroys the Seed of Wonder, Buffy and Angel decided to look into it some--with Angel thinking that it can only end badly, since the first vampire was male and since these Slayers aren't fully powered--but little do the two know that in doing so, it'll also serve to highlight their own problems.

This is about the Buffy comics (but an AU version of them, as I make a scene that happened with Buffy and Dowling happen with Buffy and Angel instead). And I don't think you have to have read them to understand or enjoy this fic.

Superboys

"Now, Slaying is no easy gig… you're going to have to take it very seriously," Buffy noted Angel tell the first (somewhat) boy Slayer, Billy, and his boyfriend, Devon, who were oh so desperate to do good and make a difference, that it was kind of heartwarming.

And Angel was definitely right about what he was saying—and Buffy respected him giving the pair the warning—but at the same time, she didn't want him to discourage them away from the path, either.

So right away, she cut in with, "But you should be fine. You two aren't too different from us."

And Billy and Devon really seemed to eat that up. So much so, that Buffy could tell from the look in Billy's eyes that he was longing to jump down from the building like she and Angel could… but he actually didn't have physical Slayer powers like her, and Devon was really just human, so she and Angel settled on walking down the stairs with the two of them and wishing them a goodnight.

It was only after they did so, that Angel admitted to her that he was troubled. "I don't know, Buffy… Even with magic changing, Billy doesn't have the full power of a Slayer. Do you think there might be a reason for that?"

Buffy wanted to argue that he was being sexist, or paranoid, or something. But then realizing how somewhat backwards that seemed (because for so long, she and her girls had relished that they had the monopoly on Slaying), went for other logic that she instantly hated herself for. "And if you hadn't been tricked by a damn dog of all things, there wouldn't be new magic, would there?"

At once, Angel's face looked more tragic than Buffy had ever seen it before, and she instantly hated herself for what she’d just said.

Why had she said that? Angel… he hadn't been in his right mind as Twilight, and she'd fixed what had been done. She may still have slightly been mad at him for everything, but he'd been in London making amends for his actions, and the past was the past…

"Angel… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that," Buffy said kindly, reaching out to put a hand on the vampire's arm for just a moment. "What were you saying about why you think male Slayers could end badly?"

"Because the first vampire that existed was a man, Buffy,” Angel looked at her with some deep meaning in his eyes. Had she heard this story before? She and Angel had kept in touch when he was in L.A. some… had this ancient of ancient vamps come back when he was fighting the good fight, and tried to possess him or Cordy? Or was she making that up, and really getting her wires crossed?

“And I imagine that's part of the reason,” Angel continued on, heedless of where Buffy’s thoughts had taken her, “besides humanity being creeps and thinking of women as lesser since the beginning of time, and thinking nothing of sacrificing them to become the Slayer—I imagine that’s why the Slayer was chosen to be a woman: because vampires and Slayers are kindred in blood. Equals. But we're also opposites. And I think messing with that now could be dangerous."

He did have a point, Buffy allowed, stepping away from Angel for a moment as she stopped walking aimlessly on the street here, but rather began heading back in the direction of Dawn and Xander’s apartment.

And admittedly, the fact that male Slayers now had Slayer dreams, but not the other Slayer abilities, was a tad bit suspicious. It was like Sineya wasn't going all in with them for a reason.

"…There was something that that freaky girl Melaka Fray mentioned.

“She was a Slayer… from the future,” Buffy explained, seeing Angel’s confused look. “Which is as wiggy as it sounds, believe me. I still can’t believe I ended up there, and everything that happened,” Buffy shuddered, still shocked by having run into a Dark Willow in the future who was against her, and having been tied up by said Slayer and her sister who had wanted to kill her. “As she reluctantly monologued about some of the reason she was doing what she was… I gathered she had a twin brother with some of her Slayer abilities. It didn’t seem like a happy story.”

As she said the last, Buffy shrugged—because a part of her didn’t want to feel anything for a sister Slayer who had seemingly betrayed her—but she also knew that it had to be hard. And the truth was, she wasn’t indifferent. So pretending to shrug it off, it was.

And Angel, god damn him, still knew her too well and was far too clever. At once, he was pulling her to him for a one-armed hug as he asked her, “Are you alright, Buffy? You said the word ‘monologue,’ so I assume she tried to kill you … but that’s not really what’s bothering you. Was she like Faith?”

Well, there was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it? Now that Angel brought it up, Buffy supposed Fray kind of was like that formerly estranged sister Slayer of hers. But to be honest, Buffy didn’t really know Fray enough to say much about it—or to be crying a river about her—especially since they were supposed to be worrying about male Slayers here. But she supposed she wouldn’t have been herself if Fray’s seeming fall didn’t get to her.

“Yeah, I suppose she is, Angel,” Buffy admitted, pulling away from the vampire, because there were certain emotions she couldn’t be feeling here, either. “But she’s from the future, so there’s not much we can do about it. And she’s so not the topic right now.”

‘Is that really relevant?’ Buffy could practically hear Angel about to ask, as he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. But before he could, she shut him up by saying, “Anyway, this guy Slayer thing is just starting… and if it is, I imagine Sineya has a reason for it.  And even if you think it’s bound to end in tears, we don’t know that. Come to me if you learn more, and I’ll do the same. See ya!”

And before Angel could protest, Buffy took a page out of his book and disappeared on him: she had to admit that it felt kind of nice to pull the wool over Mr. Stealthy’s eyes for once. But the hole in her heart that she felt as she did so? Not exactly great.

…

It would be a while before the topic of boy Slayers would really come up again.

First, Buffy would end up dating Spike… and breaking the news to Angel, during a time when she needed his help on a mission, would not be the best. It wouldn’t be as awkward as it could’ve been, Buffy would realize later, since they’d kept some kind of rapport after talking about Billy (and, surprisingly, their relationship would become only better after this, as they finally learned how to become friends at Buffy’s insistence), but still… Buffy knew she would never wish to repeat that encounter.

On the subject of Billy, he would fight by Buffy’s side in battles a few times… but she never noticed anything foreboding—and thankfully, he was getting stronger on his feet—so Buffy didn’t worry at all where Billy was concerned.

She did worry about a few of the other male Slayers, though. Like when the government got the grand idea to put everyone magical or supernatural into internment camps.

Buffy had hoped that maybe the guys would get to sit that one out (like Dawnie did), since their greatest claim to magic was getting Slayer dreams, but many of them wouldn’t have it and insisted that if the government was taking their sisters, then they were taking them, too.

And it was honorable, Buffy thought. But also stupid. And added to her stress as she tried to figure out what to do in her own prison.

Thankfully, people like Riley—and even somewhat Willow’s ex-Lake—came through… And then Buffy had to fight a corrupt government employee who was using this plan to steal everyone’s powers, and pretty much became a dragon as she did. But that whole awful chapter of everyone’s lives ended without much incident, and they tried to pretend it hadn’t happened.

But then there was Harth Fray, who had come from the future to kill them…

And yes, good old Billy foolishly decided to fight in that battle alongside Buffy, too.

And Buffy? She honestly didn't want to think much about the battle with Harth. It was the worst one she’d ever experienced, and that was of course saying something. And more than once, she had thought the best option would be to go to Hell (with or without Angel and Spike, who wanted to try and follow her if there was time) and have the countless monsters that Harth had summoned come with her… forever.

Buffy would have wanted to get as many Slayers as she could out of there first, however: the idea being for her to become the sole Slayer again through the scythe's magic, so they'd have no choice but to run away from this unwinnable fight. Though when Buffy had thought that, she’d had no idea if the magic would work on the male Slayers who had been risking life and limb there, and she’d despised everything.

But then that didn't even matter in the end, because for just a moment something worse had happened: Harth had taken the scythe from Buffy and stolen all of the Slayer’s powers.

Except… as Angel had somewhat suspected, the turned vampire couldn't handle being a Slayer—or rather, the Slayer memories—so long story short, as he was distracted, they killed that army general, and the war was won.

But that wasn't the end of her story. No, not at all.

For one thing, Buffy was in love with Angel again (maybe she'd never stopped) and was done denying it. And now that he was living in San Francisco with her (the first time they'd lived in the same city together in so long), she'd dared to hope that something would happen between the two of them. Angel seemed desperate for companionship, if she did say so herself.

But while he seemed pretty open to her and everyone for about a few weeks… the month after that, Buffy sensed a wall there and she didn't know why. And sadly, she truly wasn’t surprised to find him gone a week later.

And while Buffy's first thought was to curse him to high heaven, get really drunk, and wish she'd never even met the asshole… the fact that Angel hadn't even been man enough to say goodbye or even leave a note didn't sit right with her.

So she had Willow track him down via his claddagh ring—trying very hard not to think at all as she did so—and got on a plane to Magic Town in London as soon as Will told her that was where the vampire had gone.

She should have known. He was probably going back to his new group of friends: Giles' weird aunts, Nadira, and Koh: a demon who Buffy had once suspected of trying to become a Scooby.

Once Buffy was in London, she met up with Sophronia and Lavinia (a mistake she'd never make again—as first they asked her what she thought of them trying to do a spell to make it so Giles never became Watcher, but did magic like he first wanted. And when Buffy said, “hell no!” to that, they asked her if she’d like them to dye her hair in rainbow streaks), and got Angel's location from them after much haggling.

And when Buffy saw Angel with Nadira, a Slayer she had trained, it was hard for her heart not to break.

Usually, Buffy would have walked away then: thinking Angel must have found a new love after Illyria and that was why he'd been so quick to come back to Magic Town…

But thankfully, she had grown up over the years, and she didn’t always make snap judgements anymore. Because Buffy knew Angel. She did. And how long had it taken him to move on from her? So many years. The idea that he would have suddenly been dating someone so close after Illyria’s death didn’t make much sense.

And furthermore, if he'd wanted to be in Magic Town… why hadn't he come here from the get-go? Why had it seemed he had almost begged her for a spot in San Francisco?

So it was with these thoughts in mind, that Buffy approached Angel and Nadira in Nadira's little den… as they looked to be doing what looked like a seance? Or a spell.

"Ahh, Angel. The Sunnydale Slayer is here. And she, quite rightfully so, has stepped her foot into the glass slipper more than you yourself have, my dear," Nadira said, offering Buffy a small smile from across the table, though she at once brought the Sunnydale Slayer up short with her strange words.

"Excuse me?!" Buffy cried out, completely mystified. She thought she'd heard Faith mention that Nadira had somewhat gone the way of Drusilla or something like that. But the original Slayer hadn't thought much of it until now.

Angel, very slowly, turned around to face Buffy after she’d spoken and whispered her name. And while part of Buffy did appreciate that… there was another side that was so disappointed that Angel hadn't seemed to sense her.

But then again, maybe that was over now between them, Buffy mused sadly. Had she sensed Angel once since destroying the Seed of Wonder? She honestly didn't know.

Seeming to see her silence as a demand for an explanation, Angel cleared his throat and explained, "You'll have to excuse Nadira, Buffy. The Magic in this town requires that she talk like an oracle and keep certain secrets."

"Not always," Nadira winked with a large smile upon her face. And to Buffy, it was just as lovely now—even with the alterations that had come to it through magic (in Whistler’s insane bid for everyone to evolve)—as it ever had been. "Sometimes it's just more fun that way, and I myself can tell when people need to figure things out for themselves. It's good to see you, Buffy."

Those words doing wonders in lifting the blonde's spirits, she at once reached across the table and squeezed her former trainee's hand. "It’s good to see you, too."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll leave you two to get reacquainted, while I go get some dinner before my next client." And before either Slayer or vampire could argue that, the magical guru was gone.

"What are you doing here?" Angel asked at once, not without kindness, as Buffy took the seat Nadira had vacated. And Buffy was glad he had spoken, because she was afraid that this was going to be one of those conversations where she had to pry words out of Angel with the jaws of life. "Don't you have work?"

Oh, yeah. Work. She and Faith had recently received jobs as police offers… and Buffy wouldn't lie: she'd enjoyed it for a while. She had. She'd been doing consulting work for a while through Dowling, so when the chance came to make it official and have a continuous paycheck, she'd about leaped at the chance… but then she'd noticed that evil had finally decided to take a vacation since she'd defeated Harth. And if she actually had the chance now, perhaps, to have a career, why not do something she really loved? She was trying to decide if she was going to go down the cheerleading or ice-skating route, but she knew it would be one of them.

But now was not the time for that discussion. "I decided to look at other options," Buffy said simply.

And moving the conversation along to where she really wanted it to be, Buffy wailed, "Angel, why in the world did you come out here?! Weren't you happy in San Francisco?"

The instant she asked it, there was something in his eyes that the Slayer didn't understand.

But, seeming to somewhat ignore her second question, Angel just answered with, "I was… worried about the boy Slayers. Things are changing now, for the better with monsters suddenly pulling their punches. But theirs is a magic we never fully understood. And with Harth Fray- I wanted Nadira's advice that they would be okay with the battle suddenly ending, seemingly, when they were just made for this battle."

So he was all about the mission again… it was so typical Angel, that Buffy found that she shouldn't have been surprised. It was noble even, right?

Except that Buffy found that she was beyond pissed. Angel was trying to whittle away peace in this climate?

And what the fuck?! She had kindly opened her home and life to him again, and he hadn't as much as given her a "thank you" or "go to hell" in the end!

"That's bullshit, Angel!" Buffy snapped before she could stop herself. "You ran away with your tail tucked between your legs, and I'd like to know why!"

Buffy thought she saw the vampire's eyebrow twitch. Maybe… Or perhaps she just imagined it. But all too soon, he was his Zen self that he hated with a burning passion and was shaking his head "no." "I didn't run away, Buffy. I told you what I'm doing here. So can you drop the twenty questions?"

Aha! She was getting under his skin! And his pleading with her to leave him alone was proof enough that she was right: so, no. She would not leave it be.

"And this had nothing to do with your bestie Faith starting to date Willow or me hanging out with Spike…"

"Puh-lease, Buffy," Angel rolled his eyes at her, before glaring. “Hanging out with Spike?' You were five seconds away from screwing him every time I was near. I have a good sense of smell, remember? You were going to get back with him…

“And you're right that Faith had Willow… and Giles and Xander, for all of their attempts at an olive branch, have their own lives. You know as well as I do that Giles was thinking of moving in with Olivia, and Xander has Dawn and their daughter Joyce. Hell, even Andrew had Clive! So I did you all a favor and gave you your space and left!" Angel finally admitted with a shout, standing up with his hands curled into fists and staring Buffy down.

So that was it, then, Buffy thought, breathing heavily herself now. He'd thought no one cared about him—or really wanted him there—and had done the old disappearing act, like Buffy had begun to suspect.

And there was a part of Buffy that was furious at him for it, because what: did he think people's lives revolved around him and he couldn't even be second best in some cases?

But she also, reluctantly, had to understand where he might have been coming from, in losing his lover Illyria and friend Fred. He'd undoubtedly felt like the world was falling down around him then and had needed comfort. And had they given him everything he needed? Especially in his having lost his friends before? Buffy wasn’t sure She knew they'd tried.

He also was right about her and Spike… at first. She hadn't been completely over their breakup. But then she'd gotten so over it, and was now head over heels in love with Angel. How was it possible he couldn’t see it?

"…You have it wrong about me and Spike," Buffy said at last, when it looked like Angel was getting ready to leave the space. He seemed about to protest her words, but she held a hand up to silence him. "Yeah, okay, maybe I felt that way for a time, but not anymore. And Spike himself is no doubt mooning over this girl named Devon right now...

"You're an idiot, you know that?" Buffy demanded of her former lover, pushing him back into the seat he'd been sitting in by just poking him in the chest. She was more than a little thrilled to see how shocked and flustered he looked by the action. "This is just like when you became human, except you decided you couldn't handle that and became superboy again. Now we all have a chance to feel human, and you're ruining it by continuing to play detective and looking into our superboys."

"Buffy, what? You-" Angel tried to ask her about their Day That Never Was with a look of awe in his eyes that she could plainly see, but there was also sadness and guilt there.

"Yeah, Angel. I remember," Buffy deadpanned, not yet wanting to talk about how she'd eventually remembered after destroying the Seed, when many people's fake memories had gone away (including Connor's adoptive parents’), and how confused she'd been—as she'd been conflicted about her feelings on Angel in general at the time, and more convinced than ever that their love was forever doomed. But later, they would most definitely talk about it, she promised herself.

"And you really need to stop putting so much on your shoulders, and let others help you and love you… Let me love you," Buffy finished her sentiment, almost in shock that she'd finally been able to get the words out.

She'd thought she'd either find a way to say what was in her heart, or she'd kill him again. But there had been so much bad luck between the two of them, it seemed that only good luck could possibly be left. And thus, love had won out.

Angel was grinning now, as he stood up again, but this time took Buffy into his arms the way she had so loved him to do when she was a teenager. And she definitely wasn't complaining now. "Like Billy and Devon?" Angel suggested.

And that seemed like a fantastic idea to Buffy: Buffy and Angel had gotten it wrong so many times, after all. Why not try and be like the couple they had once tried to give advice to? "Sure. Let’s try to be like Billy and Devon. They have it right. Sounds good."

"And what are Billy and Devon doing now, Buffy?" Angel whispered into the Slayer's ear, making her shiver.

"Well, after they make love about a million times—they have so much time to make up for, y'know: they didn't find each other for a while—Billy's thinking of trying ice skating in San Fran during his down time, and is even thinking of asking Devon to join him."

Angel smiled one of Buffy's favorite half-smiles before shrugging with, "Sounds good to me."

And a part of Buffy was about to beat him up for simply shrugging, but oh. She suddenly found her lips very much occupied, and it was good.

She stood on her tiptoes to get closer to him and wrapped her hands around his neck, but that wasn't close enough.

Soon, Buffy was jumping up and wrapping her legs around Angel's neck and pushing him back into one of Nadira's walls, as her lips moved to find his neck now and his hands moved up under her shirt and did magical things under her bra. She moaned then, and he moaned when she bit gently into his neck.

They needed to move out of Nadira's fast, before they did something unforgivable here.

And so they did.

And so they also went home to San Francisco, too, and never looked back.

Author's Note: I decided to take a break from this one super long Bangel fic I’m writing right now and do this, because there hasn’t been much Bangel fic posted lately. -sobs-

Lately, I’ve been coming up with different Bangel stories each night to go to sleep (my version of counting sheep). And this was the one I thought of the night before I decided to take a break on my super long fic and post something for you guys, and thus it’s the one I wrote.

This was inspired by when I was first reading the comics, and how I thought it was Buffy and Angel talking to Billy and Devon at first, and not Buffy and Dowling (I kind of wish that that was the case…), and so I decided to write an AU where it was, and thus this fic was born.

[shovson]

hello, checo! about your vamp au… i am dying to know under what circumstances was shov bitten by jenson?

hello anon! i am so sorry i got lost in the shovson piece i was drawing and forgot to answer SFKDKDFSSKDK. and also thank you for the question!

tl;dr: shov was bitten by jenson to stop the visions. and also they fall in love so jenson bites him on right on the neck yay!

long version:

in my vampire au stuff lore, there are rare cases of vampires who develop supernatural powers (beyond like the usual strength and speed improvement) and it usually just comes out of nowhere. the most common powers are visions/hallucinations/visual manipulation or mind control/hypnosis. and since these powers are so rare, other vampires don't really know much about it (i mean there are some vampires who've probably never even seen it).

anyway, jenson's hallucination/vision powers begin to develop in 2009 and since nobody really knows much about it, everyone including jenson is just unaware this is happening. at the same time, jenson reveals to shov that he's a vampire which scares shov. he tells bono about it later and they eventually get over it because you know...brawn season!

so the season begins,,,and at first you know, things are really going well for jenson! i mean he's winning and he's celebrating with shov and bono. but then the problem is that jenson begins to think about shov and bono so much that he accidentally starts sending visions and hallucinations to the both of them. and it's not so bad at the start for them: probably some bad dreams, misplacing things, seeing bugs on their skin.

however, after a bit of time things get worse to the point where it begins to severely affect their realities. bono and shov are seeing supernatural creatures everywhere and their dreams are getting worse. they're losing a lot of sleep over all this and meanwhile jenson just broke up with his gf so now he's thinking about shov and bono on the regular because he's just so happy about winning. AND THEN at some point, jenson really begins to think about how much he loves shov and can't get his mind off shov and it makes shov's visions even worse. shov believes its jock or someone on rubens end making his life worse but no one realizes that it's just jenson.

it gets to the point where while bono is dealing with his visions, shov's visions are clearly making him spiral and eventually nick, ross, and everyone else becomes concerned for shov. shov just fully goes berserk and at that point they all realize they need to figure out what is going on. james realizes it's jenson, informing nick that he's observed some things that make it more likely it's him by accident than jock sabotaging shov.

bono finally confesses to nick and ross that it's been happening for a while but his isn't as bad as shov's. and nick tests jenson (finds out to be true) and thinks the best solution for now is for shov and bono to turn while they find a better way. initially, shov and bono are hesitant but get on board for the sake of the team.

jenson apologizes to shov and he confesses that he just loves shov and shov reciprocates and dsKADSKSDDKKDSFK mushiness. but jenson bites him and yeah. love wins. bites on neck in my world signify a romantic vampiric turn so yeah he's got the little bite mark on the neck.

sorry for the long ask anon i just...this is what i look like when i talk about my vampire au

[feastingonfanfiction]

Hanahaki disease on twilight vampires

(A chaotic train of thought on how the effects of hanahaki affect that of twilight vampires)

Going through fanfiction tropes in my mind and tossing them around to see what ideas stick, and then I get to hanahaki disease and apply it to twilight vampires.

Like they're already undead and don't have a need to breathe and are immortal, so its not like hanahaki would end them like fire,

But I feel like it'd still hinder them as they go through their everyday life,

Like you technically need to breathe to talk, and I assume they'd need to breathe to capture the scent of wild animals or humans when feeding, so like that'd be a bother. You suddenly cough up a flower petal mid talk to whoever or whilst looking for animals when feeding.

(Couldn't help but imagine a vampire inhaling scents then having the need to sneeze and sneezing flower petals out)

So, like so long as you don't talk or feed or anything that requires the need to take a breath as a vampire, you could maybe? Survive hanahaki, but that means placing yourself as a vampire into a weakened state?

And cures to hanahaki depending might not work, two known cures to the trope are having your feelings reciprocated or the surgery that removes the plant and your feelings. Knowing how indestructible twilight vampires are, I'd assume you wouldn't be able to do surgery on them to get to the plant. So, like the best of luck to hoping your affections are returned? Nothing a vampire's got except time to woo a person. Except expect your attempts to now be inconvenienced with hanahaki. [Mid flirt you start a coughing fit, and the person can only show concern]

Then again, if hanahaki left untreated in a host, that technically is immortal and really won't perish from it how far can this plant disease progress, a version has the plant flowering in the lungs and also taking root there, wrapping around your lungs causing issues, perhaps the roots could grow out from there and tap into the bones of a vampire? Since some plants use bone meal as a sort of fertilizer, I'd assume there could be that jump in logic in having hanahaki take over bones unless the bones are also indestructible as well. If the vampires are in a weakened state tho from a lack of feeding, would that also affect the indestructibility to them? Probably not, but imagine if it did. The plant roots slowly take over, causing even more pain to the already weakened vamp, causing a ton of internal damage, as the vampire tries their best to survive with the feelings for a person.

Then again, I've read fanfiction where they talk about the vampire venom that runs through their system, so maybe that could counter hanahaki disease from truly spreading? And destroying a vampire

Anyways, silly ideas on how vampires could try to deal with hanahaki since they will survive it but will be inconvenienced with it, some kind of skewer with a little hook at the end to try to just pull out flower petals, vines and roots and such. Imagined in a sword swallowing way or having someone else assisting. Once you have a root or vine caught and pulled out, you can just start pulling until you vomit out a large chunk of plant matter.

[hermit-frog]

Omg I just read your post about Claudia and Lestat, with book quotes, I read the books years ago but i remember it was weird how Lestat became so obsessed with David all of sudden, why do you think he connected Claudia with him? It’s weird imo, he is not my favorite I admit I wanted him gone by Merrik, he was snooze fest but that’s not the point.

the post anon had mentioned. sorry for taking so long, finally got time today

i rarely find characters boring, but David being the “snooze fest” would be the least of my problems with him, lol look, neither of these two men interest me, this is going to be a very superficial and bland read, i'm leaving you book excerpts so you can come to your own conclusions. if anyone wants to jump in, please. it's hella long, mostly quotes. this is about book version of Lestat and Claudia!

“(…) the one who came to the concert-David Talbot, the older one-he fascinates me. I suppose I want to know.” + “Do you want the Dark Gift? You know. To become one of us.” “Not in a million years would I ever accept it. As God is my witness, no.” + D: “I'd want to know about you. I'd want to talk to you. No, I wouldn't kill you. Nothing could make me do that.” + L: It was just an acknowledgment of the bitter loneliness that had brought me here, the need with which I'd come, to stand in his little chamber and feet his eyes on me; to hear him say that he knew who I was. (…) “Yes,” he said in a timid tone behind me. “I know who you are.” I turned and looked at him. It seemed I'd weep suddenly. Weep on account of the warmth here, and the scent of human things; the sight of a living man standing before a desk, I swallowed. I wasn't going to lose my composure, that was foolish. “It's quite fascinating really,” I said. “You wouldn't kill me. But you wouldn't become what I am.” + He was a very interesting man. “You silver-tongued British bastard,” I said. “How dare you say that to me with such condescension? Maybe I should kill you right now.” + How brave and poised he had been. (…) he knew me, knew what I was-that had been his greatest charm for me. What if I make you one of us. I could do it, you know… He's never wavered in his conviction. “Not even on my deathbed will I accept,” he'd said. But he'd been fascinated by my mere presence, he couldn't conceal it, though he had concealed his thoughts well enough from me ever since that first time. Indeed his mind had become like a strongbox to which there was no key. And I'd been left only with his radiant and affectionate facial expressions and a soft, cultured voice that could talk the Devil into behaving well.

i think one of the reasons behind Lestat's obsession with David might come from his ego (David's unveiled interest in Lestat as an individual and species), David's refusal of the dark gift had definitely amused and intrigued Lestat, (something vamps find fascinating and alluring in humans), the warmth of a human being (that attracts vampires, is even more inviting to Lestat due to his loneliness), and just like with our Dubai trio, amusement by human's defiance. + Lestat becomes obsessed very easily, it wasn't at all surprising, lol (bwt, this whole Lestat “flirting” with David, in the final of qotd, was happening right in front of Louis😭but Louis was only mad that Lestat was messing with some poor human, anxious about the consequences)

“You're a perfect devil, Lestat!” he was saying. “That's what you are! You are the devil himself!” “Yes, I know,” I said, loving to look at him, to see the anger pumping him so full of life. “And I love to hear you say it, Louis. I need to hear you say it. I don't think anyone will ever say it quite like you do. Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!” i really can't hate bookStat 😂

now about Lestat's brain linking Claudia and David (who got her diaries, which itself is already a seed sprawling inside Lestat's mind)

They have Claudia's diary in there, in their cellar (…). Besides, it's not really the diary I want. They can keep the diary. It was Claudia's. I want to talk to one of them, to David Talbot, the leader. They're the only mortals in the world, you know, who really believe in us. (…) Twinge of pain inside. Ignore it. The fun's beginning. + it's important that I tell you about the dreams I'd been having (…) of a child vampire with a woman's mind and an angel's face, and a dream of my mortal friend David Talbot.

With Claudia, it was almost a haunting. Just before my eyes would close each dawn, I'd see her beside me, hear her voice in a low and urgent whisper. And sometimes I'd slide back over the centuries to the little colonial hospital with its rows of tiny beds where the orphan child had been dying. (…) And that crying. Who is crying? Claudia was not crying. She slept as the doctor entrusted her to me, believing me to be her mortal father. (…) “Snatching me from mortal hands like two grim monsters in a nightmare fairy tale, you idle, blind parents!”

David is young in the dream and he is walking in a mangrove forest. He was not the man of seventy-four who had become my friend, the patient mortal scholar who regularly refused my offer of the Dark Blood, and laid his warm, fragile hand on my cold flesh unflinchingly to demonstrate the affection and trust between us. No. This is young David Talbot of years and years ago, when his heart didn't beat so fast within his chest. Yet he is in danger. Tiger, tiger burning bright. Is that his voice, whispering those words or is it mine? (…) But look at its yellow eyes, mere slits, and full of horrid mindless cruelty. David, its fangs! Can't you see these fangs! But he is curious as a child, watching its big pink tongue touch his throat, touch the thin gold chain he wears around his throat. Is it eating the chain? Good God, David! The fangs. (…) David, beware! And then I see that he is down on one knee, with the long shiny rifle cocked against his shoulder. And the giant cat is still yards away, bearing down on him. On and on it rushes, until the crack of the gun stops it in its tracks, and over it goes as the gun roars once again, its yellow eyes full of rage, its paws crossed as they push in one last final breath at the soft earth.

What does this dream mean-that my mortal friend is in danger? Or simply that his genetic clock has ticked to a stop. For a man of seventy-four years, death can come at any instant. (…) “I want you to ask me for the Dark Gift,” I'd said to him when first we met. “I may not give it to you. But I want you to ask.”

Lestat unconsciousness connects his guilt of turning Claudia (including all the consequences that came like a domino effect) with his wish to give David the dark gift, (in order to save him from the inevitable slowly approaching natural death), therefore, ironically, kill the human David himself. the Tiger is death. Lestat warning David about the Tiger (illness or genetic clock. tigers hunt the weaker and slower prey), but also being the tiger, the one to sever David's golden chain (turn him, kill the human) (//to Claudia's golden locket he took when he had killed her), the way Lestat stalks David in the beginning of ttotbt also parallels his dream. David, being curious by Lestat/Tiger, lets him close enough to risk his own life and mortality. About the image of the tiger, this is what Lestat wonders:“Pictures of him with the animals he'd killed. Did this explain my dream?” He knew about David's hunting trophies. Symbolism: Bengal Tiger — courage, strength, royalty, and power. Dreaming of tigers reveals deep emotions, desires, and subconscious challenges. It also foreshadows David's body swap. Lestat in qotd: “No one to see me as I walked away and then turned and made the quick feline leap(…).” (when he revisits their home in nola). David weighting the offer (reading Goethe's Faust).

L: I vowed I would not torment him with my old question. And yet I saw death when I looked at him, even more perhaps for his brightness and cheerfulness, and the vigor in his eyes. + D: “I'm speaking of something more indicative of immortality than a preternatural body anatomically dependent upon the drinking of human blood. (…) And what a desperate loneliness emanates from you. Don't you see I can't accept your gift, and if I did, what would you think of me? Would you still crave my company? Would I crave yours?” + “David, take the blood from me before I go!” I whispered suddenly, desperately. “You don't have a year left to you. I can hear it when I'm near you! I can hear the weakness in your heart.”

L: “I'm going to a desert place. I've figured a way to end it, I think.” (…)“Don't want to be alive anymore.” (…) I saw Claudia suddenly as if she were standing there in some other realm, staring at me, waiting for me to see her. How clever that our minds can invoke an image so seemingly real. She might as well have been right there by David's desk in the shadows. Claudia, who had forced her long knife through my chest. “I'll put you in your coffin forever, Father.” But then I saw Claudia ail the time now, didn't I? I saw Claudia in dream after dream… D: “Don't do this,” David said.

“Was it fun to kill the tiger?” I asked. He hesitated. Then forced himself to answer. “It was a man-eater. It feasted on children. Yes, I suppose it was fun.” I laughed softly. “Ah, well, then we have that in common, me and the tiger. And Claudia is waiting for me.”

Tiger=Lestat, Claudia's fate. Lestat talks about his wish to die, sees Claudia, while David tries to talk him out of it. After his unsuccessful suicide attempt, Lestat travels back to David, badly burned.

I traveled gently for hours, willing myself to David's house once more (...). I went down on my knees, ignoring the pain, and collapsed upon the tigerskin rug. I laid my head beside the tiger's head, and my cheek against its open jaws. (...) I stretched out my arms on its legs and felt its smooth, hard claws under my wrists. The pain shot through me in waves. The fur felt almost silky and the room was cool in its darkness. And in faint shimmers of silent visions, I saw the mangrove forests of India, saw dark faces, and heard distant voices. And once very clearly for a full instant I saw David as a young man, as I'd seen him in my dream. (...) I saw myself walking in Paris in the old days when I was alive. I was wearing the red velvet cloak, lined with the fur of the wolves I'd killed back in my native Auvergne, never dreaming that things lurked in the shadows, things that could see you and fall in love with you, just because you were young, things that could take your life, just because they loved you and you'd slain a whole pack of wolves... David, the hunter! In belted khaki, with that magnificent gun.

foreshadowing of the transformation again, Tiger death being the sweet relief, and yet Lestat refuses to give David this chance (just like he took it from Claudia), while Lestat himself had sought it in the desert. + the hunter parallel between them (especially when Lestat reads about David's youth)//“my intrepid little Claudia, companion hunter”. + //to Lestat's and Magnus, both fascinated by this one human hunter. cycles everywhere

And soon he'd be gone from me. Death would have him. And all I would have would be these manuscripts of his life.

David//Claudia (the only thing left would be their written word)

“Well, of course, you pick the voices that scold you. You always have, in the same manner in which you pick those who will turn on you and stick the knife right into your heart.”

another David//Claudia (the defiance and bravery in the face of danger, he sees himself in it, and he likes it)

she had been the only one who had been like me really-as they say in this day and age. And that might have been the reason that she was haunting me now. Surely there was some connection to my love of David! And I had failed to see it before. How I loved him; and how deep had been the emptiness when Claudia turned against me, and was my companion no more.

Lestat sees himself in both Claudia and David, he seeks to fill or at least soothe the emptiness that Claudia's betrayal and death had excavated in him. he's considering turning David.

I was trembling. I was weeping. (...) To be human again. (...) Then a sudden whispered laugh startled me. It was a child somewhere in the darkness, a little girl. I turned around. I was almost certain I could see her-a small gray form darting up the far aisle towards a side altar, and then out of sight. Her footsteps had been barely aiidible. But surely this was some mistake. No scent. No real presence. Just illusion. Nevertheless I cried out: “Claudia!” And my voice came tumbling back to me in a harsh echo. No one there, of course. I thought of David: “You're going to make another ghastly mistake!”

Lestat's subconsciousness manifesting David's warning against Raglan James in Claudia's form. She represents Lestat's fear, doubt, and guilt (for what he had done to her, and what he wants to do to David).

“We are death, ma cherie, death is the final answer.” I gathered her up in my arms, felt her tucked against me, kissed her, kissed her, and kissed her vampire skin. “There are no questions after that.” (…) Oh, please, help me… the dreary prayer of the devil to his cohorts, as he tumbles deeper and deeper towards hell. (…) + “Not a human being, if that's what you mean. Nothing could make you human.” “Why did you bring me here? What do you want me to say-that I'm sorry about what I did, taking you out of that bed and making you a vampire? Well, do you want the truth, the rock-bottom deathbed truth? I don't know if I am. I'm sorry you suffered. I'm sorry anybody has to suffer. But I can't say for certain that I'm sorry for that little trick.” + GhostC: “Aye, the way that Magnus took you away from your life, and gave you something monstrous and evil in return. You made me a slayer of my brothers and my sisters. All my sins have their origin in that moment, when you reached for me and lifted me from that bed.” (...) L: “I gave you life, Claudia. It wasn't for all time, no, but it was life, and even our life is better than death.” GC: “How you lie, Lestat. 'Even our life,' you say. The truth is, you think our accursed life is better than life itself. Admit it. Look at you down there in your human body. How you've hated it.” L: “(...) Would you really have chosen death in that tiny bed rather than the life I gave you? Come now, tell me. (...)” GC: “What did I know of choices?”

as time passes, you can see Lestat debating on his past and future choice of giving the dark gift. he is demanding the truth from himself, the truth that he has no regrets, that being a vampire is better. also rationalizing with himself about the choice and free will, can he really make this decision for David again this will, even if Lestat believes it will save his life? Claudia had no such choice, can he give it to David?

“Are we close to God when we create something out of nothing? When we pretend we are the tiny flame and we make other flames?” David shook his head. “A bad mistake.” “And so is the whole world, then. She's our daughter-” “I'm not your daughter. I'm my mama's daughter.” “No, dear, not anymore.” I looked up at David. “Well, answer me.” “Why do you claim such high aims for what you did?” he asked (...). + Louis was sad. “There's plague out there in the city.” “But that can't hurt you, David,” I said. “You're right,” he said. “But there are other things…” Claudia laughed. "She's in love with you, you know.” “You would have died of the plague,” I said. “Maybe it was not my time.” + “Yes, and I'm not sorry. I'm not. I would roar it from the rooftops right up into the dome of heaven. Claudia, I would do it again!” A great sigh passed out of me. I repeated the words, my voice growing louder. “I would do it again!” (…) David turned from the window. He stood over her shoulder, looking down at me as I stayed there on my knees.

after body swap, Lestat hallucinates Claudia, Louis, and David when he's close to death, and while recovering. as you can see, Lestat, in his delirious state while hallucinating this scene, has a revelation that makes him release a sigh/weight, — he would do it again. his doubts and fear start to diminish, but his fear for David's life persist. Lestat has already made his mind, even though he knows David is strongly against it. Lestat might have no regrets, but some part of him is clearly aware he's being unjust. this illusion of David and Claudia also represent themselves, as a memory of their wishes.

I thought of Claudia suddenly. I thought of my fever dreams. A leaden stillness came over me. When I spoke again, it was a quiet act of will. “I'd much rather be a vampire,” I said. “I don't like being mortal. I don't like being weak, or sick, or fragile, or feeling pain. It's perfectly awful. I want my body back as soon as I can get it from that thief.” + And only now did I think of the Dark Gift again, and not of Claudia (...). + oh the hypocricy L: “I will not do it. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever. Go back to her, Lestat. Live this mortal life.” L: “How dare you make this choice for me!” I was on my feet again, and finished with whining and begging.

foreshadowing for Lestat's decision about David's fate, again. Lestat can now think of dark gift without Claudia's looming presence. his doubts are almost gone. unfortunately for everyone, Lestat thinks he's the truth holder. whatever is good/bad for him, must be the same for others, hence his decision to turn David. because being mortal sucks. how pissed Lestat was at Louis for refusing to give him the dark gift.

“My greatest sin has always been that I have a wonderful time being myself. My guilt is always there; my moral abhorrence for myself is always there; but I have a good time. I'm strong; I'm a creature of great will and passion. You see, that's the core of the dilemma for me- how can I enjoy being a vampire so much, how can I enjoy it if it's evil? Ah, it's an old story. Men work it out when they go to war. They tell themselves there is a cause. Then they experience the thrill of killing, as if they were merely beasts. And beasts do know it, they really do. The wolves know it. They know the sheer thrill of tearing to pieces the prey. I know it.”

Lestat growing confidence about his decision and vampirism itself dissipates Claudia's apparition. No more doubts, no more guilt (about the dark gift).

The past will not be recovered. The past will be perfectly eclipsed. “Won't it, Claudia?” I whispered, standing in the back parlour. Nothing answered me. No sounds of a harpsichord or the canary singing in its cage.

and so we came to the end of David's mortality

He had a small gift for me (...). It was the locket with the miniature of Claudia. (...) fine gold chain. He had it with him(...). Or would I not come to see him, and accept it from his hands myself? + My dream of the tiger. I was afraid for you. And now the menace of the dream will be fulfilled." “What do you mean?" “I'm going to do it to you, David. I'm going to bring you to me.” (...) All along I've told you I was evil. I've told you I'm the very devil. The devil in your Faust, the devil of your visions, the tiger in my dream!” (...) “You're angry, so very angry, but you're not afraid. You're like me, David-you and Claudia-the only ones who really have my strength.” (...) “Ah, yes, Claudia. I have something for you, my dear friend.” (...) When he turned around again he had a small locket in his hands. “Oh, yes, the locket. Give it to me.” (...) I pitched the locket out of the room, over the porch, past the sand, and into the sea. The tiny chain was like a scratch of gold on the fabric of the sky for an instant then it disappeared as if into the luminous light. // And then he turned and almost fell forward into the little porch, stumbling over the rail and towards the beach. I came behind him, following him as he staggered down the slope of white sand. The thirst rose, knowing only that the blood had come seconds before, and that it must have more. When he reached the water, he stood there, tottering, only an iron will keeping him from collapse. I took him by the shoulder, tenderly, embracing him with my right arm. (...) “I told you I would do it again,” I said to Claudia. “Why do you bother to explain to me,” she asked. “You know perfectly well that I never asked you any questions about it. I've been dead for years and years.”

Not Claudia, my merciless Claudia. What a dream! A pure dream. There had been the opportunity for salvation-and I had said no. I wanted to say something to her as I held the locket; I wanted to say something to the being she had been, and to my own weakness, and to the greedy wicked being in me who had once again triumphed. For I had. I had won.

tltr;

there's your answer. Claudia's connection to David lies in how Lestat sees himself in them, their defiance, strength, bravery, sense of adventure. the three of them being hunters. Lestat is lonely, he reminisces his time with Claudia, his companion, and he sees David, his mortal friend, the potential is there, and so is the love. When he thinks about Claudia's lost life, he thinks of his own. Then about David's. He tries to rationalize it, successfully. And since Lestat thinks his experience is universal, he makes David his companion against his will. And Claudia is dead.

Ghost Claudia wasn't Claudia, what Lestat later realizes, but the inner projection of his fears, doubts, and guilt regarding the dark gift, humanity, and mortality. He literally fights it through the whole todt, and you can follow his thought process, how he comes to a conclusion (in his own logic ofc). Lestat experiencing mortality again cements his beliefs about vampirism and dark gift being an actual gift. It lifts a weight from his shoulders to realize he'd do it again, he embraces the evil of it. David stood no chance lol

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Fic: “You’re Not Alone”

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Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Rating: E (on AO3); T (on Tumblr)

Summary: Faith accidentally gets sent to another version of Sunnydale. A really messed up Sunnydale.

for @flashfictionfridayofficial​​​​

for @femslashfeb​​​​‘s Day prompt 24 “dark”

for @febuwhump​​​​​’s Day 24 prompt “bloody clothes”

for Femslash F*ckery’s Day 24 prompt “hatef*cking”

"Oh, this…"

Faith walks straight out of the historian's office, gawking.

This… isn't Sunnydale. Or at least the Sunnydale she knows and exists in. Faith senses the tingle of dark magic. Maple Court, overflowing with the date night crowd on a Saturday, is now emptied. No working streetlights. Garbage scattered around Faith's feet, blowing away.

"You gotta be kidding me," Faith mutters aloud.

She's gonna strangle Willow. Violently.

Or… whoever the hell did this…

Faith remembers being up on the top floor, alongside the Mayor, facing off against Buffy and most of her friends. Some… some magical artifact. Faith can't remember that part. Her mind feels woozy. 

A trans-dimensional portal? Spell gone bad after cooking for too long?

Aggravated, she huffs up to the curb, and then knocked aside as a leather-dressed couple stroll by. Their arms snugly around each other.

They turn.

Faith's blood goes cold.

"You two…" she growls, menacingly cracking her knuckles. "Perfect. I needed to vent out a little aggravation."

Xander tilts his head, far too calm. And since when did he wear eyeliner?

"Look, Will," he says dully. "It wants to play."

Willow leers.

Faith's eyes dart to her cleavage practically spilling out. Damn.

"She's so pretty…"

"Pretty pissed off is what I am," Faith snaps, approaching, then lurching backwards when Willow's face vamps out. "Oh, what the SHIT—!?" 

Another person high-kicks themselves in, spinning and packing enough force in their blows to send the vampires of Buffy's old BFFs flying into the asphalt. Xander grabs onto a vamped-out Willow, hissing ferociously. He takes off.

Faith opens her mouth, then gawks. Again.

"Yes, well… very good," Giles mumbles, scrambling for the large wooden stake Buffy harshly throws at him. "It seems that your training in Cleveland has not been lacking, if anything… has your Watcher warned you about—"

"Shut up," Faith (and Buffy, at the same time) blurt out.

They glance at each other, suspicious.

"Don't tell him to shut up," Buffy says nastily, and Faith mock-laughs.

"B, you don't want any of this right now… I could tear you apart." She points to Giles. "And I'll make your little Watcher watch."

Despite the threat, neither of Faith's enemies seem concerned.

"… she's like Cordelia," Giles concludes, eerily knowing.

Buffy warily crosses her arms.

"Guess you were right about how things are supposed to be different, Jeeves…" she monotones.

Faith shakes her head, scowling.

"Would any of you chuckleheads mind EXPLAINING?"

*

They do.

Well, this universe's version of Giles does.

Faith half-listens, gazing up while Buffy prowls the downstairs of Giles' apartment. She didn't expect Buffy to look or act the same… except Faith did. 

There's no cheerful smile, or quips, or Buffy-esque levels of blind faith optimism.

"So… the Master never dies," Faith repeats. "I'm not called."

Giles hums.

"That appears to be correct, yes."

"Fantastic."

"Miss Summers," Giles addresses her, nodding. "I contact the others. Would you mind staying here with, erm, her?"

Buffy shrugs again, not answering, and he must be taking that as a yes—Faith sees him head out the door. "What's your problem, B? Huh? I've never seen you act that coldly to your Watcher before."

"He's not my Watcher." Buffy's eyes narrow. "And stop calling me that."

Faith smirks, tossing aside a couch-cushion while getting nearer.

"Whaddya gonna do about it? Huh?"

Buffy gets into Faith's face this time, glaring. But she's not making any moves. 

Faith keeps a hand on her own belt, within reach of her new favorite dagger, and doesn't move either. She wants to revel in Buffy's darkness. The thing that was always there and that Buffy denied she had like Faith had. 

But… a part of Faith can't. There's nothing in Buffy's eyes. No emotion. She's shut off like Faith had been after her first human kill.

Faith clears her throat, glancing down to Buffy's grey tank-top.

"That your blood?" she rasps.

And, no, Faith isn't concerned by asking…

(Even if she is. It's like a bad habit. It's like trying to quit smoking, and by the next night, Faith savors the cigarette on her lips.)

"Couldn't save someone. It is what it is," Buffy speaks like she's been numbed on the inside. "We fight, we die."

Faith thumbs a bloodstain, curling her hand around the hem of Buffy's ruined top and yanking a little. "You'd make a great motivational speaker…"

Buffy snorts, her nostrils flaring.

No, it happened—Buffy did smile, Faith thinks, amused. A crappy-looking smile, but it was a smile.

"Faith, has anyone ever told you… how much of a bitch you are?"

"Only in bed," Faith says sneering, tapping her nose affectionately against Buffy's. She ducks a grab, and then twists Buffy's arm, yanking again. Mouths crash together. Faith moans, grabbing tightly onto Buffy, feeling the other Slayer's hands in Faith's hair. There's no getting enough of her.

*

Magic crackles underneath Faith's skin.

She disappears and reappears in the historian's office with no Mayor in sight.

Faith holds in the urge to strangle.

"You gotta be kidding me…"

[0nelittlebirdtoldme]

For the fic writer asks: 23, 9, 6

Thank you so much for the ask!

23. Share an excerpt from your favorite scene

There are a lot of scenes and fics i had fun writing, but how about this one? From VROS - Chapter 8: Sunlight

For a moment, they just stand there, silent tears travelling down Jonathan’s cheeks, as Dracula looks, almost longingly, into the distance, soaking in the last traces of the sun-warmed summer air.

“How?” Jonathan raps quietly, refusing to open his blue eyes.

He can feel Dracula shrug by his side. “I suppose you could throw yourself over. If the fall doesn’t kill you, the wolves will. Or I can simply snap your neck,” he lists matter-of-factly, as if they were talking about the weather.

The words feel like ice in his blood, so incredibly cold and nothing like the warmth of the sun he probably will never feel again on his skin. “And why?” Jonathan rasps dryly.

“Ah,” Dracula tilts his head to the side, nodding. “In order to become a proper un-dead, you have to die first, my dear Jonathan, before coming back. That is kinda the whole deal.”

Jonathan shivers again. The night is approaching quickly in the Transylvanian mountains, temperatures rapidly dropping now. “Do I have any choice?”

Dracula turns to him, looking down at his pitiful form. “Do you want me to decide, then?” he retorts.

Not quite what Jonathan was asking for or had in mind. But he just takes a deep breath, dragging in some air into his slowly failing lungs and body, which is shutting down quickly. Blood loss, fatigue and God knows what else Dracula has infected him with have taken quite a toll on him. And he can feel it, deep in his gut. It is time to go.

“If I do… come back… what will I be?” he asks quietly, his eyes slowly raising to meet the other man’s.

He can see the warmth in them, full and deep, and beautiful, and that realization frightens him. “Perfect,” Dracula breathes. “Perfect, and mine.”

9. What fic meant the most to you to write?

It has to be TGN, despite of the 4 month hiatus i took this year. Maybe because it the one fic that is closest to the DS version of my beloved characters. Something about the narrative of Jonathan having stayed with his abuser for so long, only to realize in the end that it has been all for nothing is really important to me. Cannot wait to finish it with a climax in which he finally snaps and lets all his hurt, anger, pain show. This year has been a rough one for me as well and i have found myself sadly falling back into some rather bad mental spaces i thought i had overcome by now. Some aspects of Jonathan's struggles in that fic ring extremely close to me and feel really intimate to write, but also strangely cathartic. The fic has evolved from just a weird crossover, to a work that truly means a lot to me.

6. What ship(s) captured your heart?

Always Harkula. They are it for me. Some new ships i have written about were Jeanbriel from Empire of the Vampire and i also think i might write more Dracfield in next year. Always going back to my vamp masters x human-ish pets ;)

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