#and i’m sure Drac appreciates it very

[kamakrazeewarboyz]

Thinking about that behind the scenes footage of Nicholas dancing in Renfield’s costume and imagining if it was canon, which leads me to the thought of: how does Renfield know the WAP dance. Where did Renfield learn pole dancing moves. What made him want to learn these things in the first place-

[magnificent-monsters]

My updated Monster High: The Movie thoughts and opinions! (Spoilers ahead!)

With the movie releasing just a few days ago, I have some new things I wanna talk about after watching it and also throw out some things that I liked and disliked. 

We’ll start off with the things I thought were good about the movie!

First and foremost, The overall look and aesthetics of the sets and scenery was spot on! It truly felt like a monster world should. From the monster world portal and school itself to the Coffin Bean, everything was so perfectly eerie without screaming over the top halloween-esque.

The costumes for the lead characters were really good! I appreciate that there were multiple costumes for most of the characters and that despite initial impressions from promo material, the first costumes the leads wear are super cute!

The relationship Between Clawdeen and her dad, Apollo, was very sweet even though we only got to see a tiny bit of it thru the whole movie.

Frankie was so funny and loveable while still having some great heartfelt moments, they were my favorite character in the movie. I like that the movie made them feel new while still keeping the original charms of OG Frankie!

The music was catchy! I was a little wary about the movie being a musical, but I do think the songs were great for what the movie actually turned out to be!

The plot twist of Mr. Komos actually being Jekyll/Hyde’s son was actually unexpected for me and I thought it was a clever idea and was even hinted at in one of his costumes.

I’m actually kind of excited for the sequel that was teased at the end because I am like 90% sure that the person looking at the crystal ball is Clawdeen’s mother, Selena.

The nails are very reminiscent of Clawdeen’s monster form claw-nails, plus it would make sense for a werewolf who doesn’t know about the changes at Monster High to want something to do with a vampire who knows magic.

And now that we’ve covered some of the good stuff, it’s time for my complaints about the bad stuff...

To start, they should have had all of the Ghoulfriends be part of the main group! It really made me sad to see them hype up Lagoona, Abbey and Ghoulia in the promo material just for them to barely be part of the movie. They destroyed any character potential they could have had by making them meaningless side characters. 

The original appeal of the series was that they were a big group of best friends despite their many differences in personality and appearance. In the movie, none of them have anything that makes them special and unique, they all just feel like the same character with different clothes. 

A few examples of butchered characters:

THEY MASSACRED MY GIRL GHOULIA! They made her into some random prankster tiktok girl and took away all the smarts and sweetness that made her special. She seems like an after thought that the producers had when they realized they needed to pad out some time with comedic relief and pointless side commentary. Like during the first graveyard scene, how did Ghoulia not realize that Draculaura was already there and why did she not report Drac, Clawdeen and Frankie to Bloodgood for breaking the curfew?

And as for Abbey, she had one line in the entire movie. She was basically non-existent compared to how important and how much she was in the original series.

I’m also super sad to see Lagoona reduced to Cleo’s lackey and essentially replacing Ghoulia herself as Cleo’s best friend. They could have done some really interesting things with her, but they decided to give her little to no attention at all. I was really hoping they would do something with all the watery effects we saw with her promotion images.

As for a couple of the lead characters, I don’t like the changes they made to Draculaura’s personality. Wile they could have kept some of the new aspects, like the pressure she feels from her family to be the perfect vampire, they should have kept her as the kind and sensitive character she was in previous iterations of MH.

And Cleo was never a mean girl! While she could be vain and over dramatic in past series, she was still very friendly and generous to her friends and others.

While I liked the Jekyll/Hyde twist, Komos was an awful villain and his “betrayal” would have been more impactful if we had actually gotten a chance to know and connect to him, but instead, he was just kinda there when the plot needed a villain that wasn’t Cleo. While it’s to be expected from a movie like this, the entire conflict and rapidly following resolution was extremely disappointing.

It sucks that Jackson Jekyll and Holt Hyde can’t be part of the series anymore since they were totally scrapped and replaced by Komos.

A lot of the background characters were so ugly, they could have made them look so much better and more monster-like without taking attention away from the main cast.

and the worst thing about this movie.... NO FRIGHT SONG! NOT A SINGLE NOTE OF IT! 

My final thoughts on Monster High: The Movie are while it definitely was not a perfect movie, it was still enjoyable to watch even with some of it’s flaws, which is a sentiment that can be related back to every past generation of monster high movies, and when/if they do make a sequel, I really hope that the entire Ghoulfriends group is able to have a moment to shine instead of there being just the three that already had their time.

[robinrunsfiction]

an idea that's been bouncing around my head like the dvd screensaver: fun ghoul x reader, enemies to lovers. reader is taken in by party after she helps him and kobra against a drac ambush. Tension between her and fun bc he thinks shes into party or just him being him? She goes out on a run and doesn't come back for longer than usual-> they think she's dead, he starts wearing her choker she left behind. but surprise she's alive, just barely, and its just super fluffy at the end.

I Don't Believe In Luck

Pairing: Fun Ghoul x Female Reader

Rating: General

Word Count: ~1950

Requested By: Anon

Author's Note: I hope this is sufficiently fluffy for you anon. As always, (YKN) is your Killjoy name.

Fun Ghoul looked on with annoyance as (YKN) and Party laughed together across the diner. (YKN) was always hanging around Party ever since he brought her back to the diner a few weeks back and Fun couldn't stand it.

Party and Kobra had been on a regular supply run out to Zone 4 when the Trans Am started having problems, but while trying to fix it, the Venom Brothers were ambushed by a carload of Dracs. The way Kobra tells it, (YKN) arrived seemingly out of nowhere and picked off more than her share of Dracs and saved them from getting dusted. In exchange for saving their lives, Party made her a member of their gang since she wasn't running with any other crew. 

Fun knew that as the de facto leader of the Fabulous Killjoys, Party had the right to bring anyone into their fold, but it didn't change the fact that it bugged him. Having a girl changed the whole dynamic of the gang and he was pretty certain her presence was a distraction and someone could end up getting hurt. Or at the very least he knew she was distracting him.

(YKN) must have noticed him staring as she glanced over at him. He rolled his eyes and went outside despite the sun beating down, baking the hard, dry desert. He grumbled the whole way back to the shed behind the diner. It wasn’t fair. He couldn’t put his finger on what exactly, but something about it all just wasn't fair.

~

After a few more days of awkwardly ending conversations when the other would walk into the room, and going out of their way to avoid each other, to Fun's relief he heard her leaving on her bike. He sighed, now things were back to normal for a few hours.

But then (YKN) didn't come back. As the sun moved across the sky, a tension headache started building in the back of Fun's head and he hated it. He hated it almost as much as not knowing where (YKN) had gone to. It was nearly sunset when Fun couldn't take it any longer.

“Where has (YKN) been?” Fun asked when he found Party in the kitchen.

“I dunno, maybe she decided she didn't stay here anymore," Party replied pointedly.

"What does that mean?" Fun retorted.

"I thought you'd be glad she's gone," Party answered. "You never made her feel welcome."

Fun was stunned. “Why does it matter how I make her feel? She's your girl, don't you care where she is? She could get dusted and you wouldn’t even know where to find her mask to take back to the mailbox!”

“What the hell do you mean my girl? Me and (YKN) are just friends! We’ve never even hooked up, I’m not into her like that.”

“Really?” Fun's tone was much softer.

“Yea. Again, I don’t know why you're suddenly so worried about her, but she can hold her own. And if not, well… not much we can do now,” Party said as he pushed past Fun Ghoul.

Fun shook his head and went into the back room and started pacing. Something wasn't right, he could tell. He glanced over at her cot, that’s when he noticed something near her pillow. He rushed over and picked up her choker, the one he’d never seen her take off.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he ran his fingers along the necklace. He wrapped the cord around his neck, tying it securely. He couldn’t decide what to do; go look for her and hope she’s alive and just over being at the diner with them, or more specifically him and his shitty behavior, or if he should just accept that she was gone, either alive or dead.

Fun groaned as his headache started to worsen, laying down on his own cot to try to relieve the tension. He closed his eyes for a moment and by the time he opened them, sunlight was coming in the small window and the others were asleep in their cots. Except (YKN).

"I gotta find her," he muttered to himself before getting out of bed. He snatched the keys to the Trans Am from Party's coat pocket and set out.

He wasn’t sure where he was going because he didn’t know where she went. As his eyes searched the road from behind his aviators, he decided that there was no point sticking to the main roads, someone else would have found her by then and word would have gone out that she’d been dusted. He remembered overhearing her telling Kobra there was a road off Route Guano that she loved driving down and she had recommended he check it out some time.

He turned off the main drag and onto the side road, hoping it was the right one. As he drove he thought he spotted something reflecting the morning sunlight back at him. He floored it and quickly recognized her bike on its side in the dirt just off the side of the road. On the other side of the road was a white car that the Dracs always rode around in.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he pulled up and scrambled out. All around were the corpses of dead Dracs. Party was right, she could hold her own. He started to look around for (YKN), she had to be around there somewhere he reasoned. 

“(YKN)?!” He shouted, when he spotted running her laying in the sand under a small outcropping of rocks. His heart started hammering in his ears as soon as he spotted her. “Fuck, please be ok, please be ok."

“Fun?” She mumbled, raising her head, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "What the hell are you doing here?"

“I came to find you, are you hurt? What happened?” He asked quickly, looking her over.

“I got caught off guard and surrounded by Dracs. I held my own but that one got me while my back was turned,” she said pointing to the corpse on the ground in the distance. “He shot me in the leg, and I can’t walk on it, so I’ve been hiding out here, just kinda waiting to die.”

“You're not gonna die out here, I'm gonna bring you home," he said, helping her to sit up.

“What do you care? I thought you'd be glad I was gone."

"I'm not fucking heartless (YKN)," Fun replied, looking a little hurt.

(YKN)'s brows furrowed as she looked at Fun, his hands still on her, sitting closer to her than he ever had before. Then she spotted it. She reached up and ran her fingers along the necklace that hung around Fun's throat. "You found my lucky necklace."

"I don't believe in luck," he mumbled as he tried to hide the shiver her fingers grazing his skin gave him.

"Where was it?" She asked as he helped her to her feet.

"On your cot."

"Oh, must have fallen off."

"That's how I knew you hadn't intended to leave for good."

(YKN) tried not to smirk as he helped her to the Trans Am. "Party let you take the car out? That's surprising."

“I didn’t ask him. Not to be a snitch, but the other guys were gonna let you go.”

“Damn. I mean I told Party I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stick around, but…” she trailed off.

“But what?” Fun asked as he started the car.

“But that was because I didn’t think I was totally welcome at the diner.”

A pang of guilt ran through Fun and he winced. “Because of me.”

“Yea,” she said while looking out the window.

The ride was silent, but Fun Ghoul’s mind wasn’t. He got it now, he understood what it was about (YKN) that bugged him so much. He liked her, he liked her a lot, because she was a total badass, and so pretty and he had no chance in hell with her because Party met her before he did and who would ever pick him over Party?

They pulled up in front of the diner and before (YKN) could even get her door open, Fun was rushing to the passenger side to help her out. “Easy does it. Let’s get you inside and rehydrated and fed.”

(YKN) nodded as Fun slipped a tattooed arm around her waist as she wrapped the other over his shoulders.

“(YKN)? Fun?!” Jet asked in shock as the pair walked into the diner. 

“What the hell happened?” Kobra asked, jumping up to help get her in a booth.

“I was on a ride, but I got ambushed. Sound familiar?” (YKN) laughed lightly. “I was just waiting around to die when my hero here came and saved me.”

“(YKN)! I thought you left!” Party exclaimed as he walked back into the front of the diner just as Fun was bringing her a drink.

“Nope, just left for dead apparently,” she said, shooting him a look.

Party glanced from her to Fun. “Sorry, I thought you didn’t wanna be here.”

“Who would wanna give up being a Fabulous Killjoy?” she asked, glancing back at Fun.

He couldn’t be sure, but he felt like there was something to the look she gave him just then. More than just appreciation for getting her home. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking.

~

Later that day (YKN) was back on her cot, recovering and Frank was hovering outside the door. He wanted to go in and talk to her but he didn't have any reason to. Then an idea popped into his head.

"Hey (YKN), I meant to give you this back," he said, taking off her choker and holding it out to her.

(YKN) shook her head. "You said you don't believe in luck, but I think it was luck that helped you find me today. Keep it, find some more luck."

Fun hesitated for a moment. (YKN) had to know that you don't just exchange jewelry with anyone in the Zones, it was a significant gesture. He nodded and put the choker back on.

"It looks good on you," she said and when he looked up, she was smiling at him.

A smile tugged at his lip as well when he was struck with an idea. He pulled off one of the beaded bracelets around his wrist and offered it to her. "Only seems fair."

She looked from the bracelet to his face and back to the bracelet in his hand. She took it from him and her fingers lingering on his hand before slipping it on. "Thank you. For everything, especially coming to look for me. I never thought you of all people would."

"I could never leave you for dead," he said. "And sorry for being an asshole to you for so long. I…" he trailed off.

"You what?"

"I really like you. I was jealous and being an immature jerk about it."

(YKN) smiled. "I told you that necklace would bring you luck."

"Why?"

(YKN) sighed. "I like you too Fun. I was thinking about leaving not because you were an ass, that I can handle, but because someone I like being an ass to me, that hurt."

"I'm sorry," Fun apologized again and (YKN) couldn't stand the sight of him feeling so ashamed.

She reached back up and tugged on his hand, pulling him down to her level. "Try your luck again," she breathed, their faces inches apart.

It only took a second for Fun to close the small distance between them, kissing her hard. She smiled into the kiss as she ran her hands through his long hair. When they pulled back Fun rested his forehead against hers. "Ok, maybe I do believe in luck after all."

[thebeautyofdisorder]

Dangerous Game ~ BBC Dracula, Gate Scene AU

@festering-queen Requested a “what if” scenario if Agatha stepped over the line a bit during the convent gate sequence, and Dracula was able to get his hands on her. This could have gone MANY different ways, and the first couple days of thinking about this were literally just me debating the many options I had on my hands, but this is what I settled on - hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: blood, threat of death, vampirism, nudity, you know - everything that applies normally to Drac

Word Count: 3,118

It happened in an instant, far quicker than she could react. For all his snarling and threats, Agatha had the vampire keening like a starving pup - helpless, angry, feral with hunger as her hand outstretched in an offering of her blood to his seeking tongue. She observed him with sudden calm appreciation as his eyelids hung heavy, feeling a fleeting swell of power that she nearly got to appreciate, even. But just as her grip lessened on the handle of the knife, prepared to drop it and back away and cease to taunt the beast while she was ahead of the game, those blackened eyes shot open and met hers with such mocking clarity that it halted her in her tracks, the triumph in her eyes faltering into sudden, heart-stopping dread. 

It was too late, then. Agatha was too close, she’d known it, and had trusted that in his blind desperation for sustenance that the Count wouldn’t take note. She had been very wrong. Without so much as a growl, his hand shot out and grabbed for the knife and her hand all in one grip of his gigantic fist, yanking her over the ephemeral threshold, her feet barely skimming the ground with no chance of catching traction. 

The screams and gasps from her sisters rose up behind her in chorus of panic, but even in all that chaos for a fraction of a second Dracula didn’t even acknowledge that he’d gotten the nun into his clutches, too occupied in using her hand as a vehicle to better press the sharpened steel to his tongue, licking it clean. It was only when she stepped back towards the “safety” of the iron gate and tried to yank herself free did she feel more than hear him chuckle in dark, mocking glee, and a gasp was torn from her throat, her world spinning as he pulled her into his grasp. Her back might as well have hit stone for all his bloodied chest gave on the impact that she felt rattle her own bones, both her upper arms suddenly constrained in a bruising grip. The knife lying useless on the ground near her feet, Agatha found herself forced to watch her sisters cower in terror and worse - look on her in pity.

“It seems fortune doesn’t always favor the brave, does it Sister?” He leered from behind and above her, grinning down at her in a manner that might have passed for charming had his teeth not been forged into sharp, jagged points. His breath smelled coppery and disturbingly sweet, and cringe from it though she did, for a strange, mad moment she almost wanted to ask him about it, before remembering that there were definitely more important things to worry about at the moment than understanding the vampiric anatomy. Currently the fact that she was forced very snugly against said anatomy and was probably about to die a very painful death for the luxury. 

His focus left her quickly though, watching over her shoulder as the Mother Superior tried to force a brave face, her short frame standing in front of the gaggle of girls as though she could actually forge a barrier between them and danger. All but her.

“Well? What’re you waiting for, ladies? Your sister’s been captured, you’re all ‘armed and ready.’ You outnumber me, clearly.”

“Honestly, they’re nuns not idiots,” Agatha scoffed at him, before addressing them directly - just in case, seeing some of them start to stir antsily. “Stay back!” 

“Come now. Not even one of you? What righteous warriors you make,” he continued to mock with disappointed laughter, laying out his lure as Agatha watched helplessly as her anxious sisters looked more unsure by the moment. 

“Isn’t that what that god of yours is always going on about - self-sacrifice for the greater good, defending the helpless, blah blah...blah. You are knights, you have your swords, the frightened princess is seconds away from being eaten…”

“Oh please,” Agatha mocked, turning her head to glance between his self-satisfied smirk and the faces of her friends in frank disbelief.

“Who’s going to slay the dragon?” Dracula challenged in that melodious whisper, tightening his hold on her visibly, causing her to hiss as what could only be described as claws began to dig into her flesh through the thin fabric of her habit. 

“Do not rise to his bait - he’s only trying to lure you out,” their matron, having gathered her wits, echoed her earlier sentiments, but with the authority to actually enforce them, and despite the sinking feeling in her gut, Agatha looked at her with genuine thanks as the girls began to slink back. She would not be the reason for their deaths, and that at least she could make peace with.

“Give it up, dragon - I’m the only nun you’re getting out of there tonight, so just kill me and get it over with,” she exclaimed stubbornly, turning her head to look up at him where he still stood behind her, watching the sisters retract with an exaggerated pout.

He laughed, throaty and low, turning her in his grasp to look her in the eye.

“Oh no one likes a martyr, Agatha - isn’t it?” he purred, and her eyes widened a margin at hearing her name on his lips.

“So you heard,” she persisted, squaring her jaw, not falling for any more of his intimidation tactics. How much worse could her circumstances really get, anyway? 

She was armed, as well, to be fair. The wooden stake was in her pocket, and if he would just not grip her arms so tightly, she might have been able to put up some kind of fight - but as though he genuinely could read her mind, his grip on her left arm tightened to the point of bruising while his hold on her right turned feather light and faltered as he shifted his hold from her upper arm to her wrist, pulling her palm up to his mouth. 

She had entirely forgotten she was still bleeding, but clearly the vampire had not, and the split flesh gave a sudden throb at the reminder, just before she felt him drag his tongue over the seeping wound, a hum of pleasure that was nothing short of obscene reverberating against her hand. She hissed, her fingers flinching in fruitless effort against his hold, though the sensation wasn’t exactly pain, even if it wasn’t far from it. It was a bizarre tingling that made her squirm, though there wasn’t anywhere to go. She cursed him under her breath in her native tongue and she was surprised to hear him chuckle, drawing back from her hand though he still held it aloft, never far from his lips.

“Ooh. You’re really not very good at this nun thing, are you, Agatha?” He asked mockingly, before looking up at the stars thoughtfully and licking his lips, her eyes drawn to watch his throat work and swallow in the firelight.  

“Agatha Van Helsing where in the world did you come from?”

“You seem to know everything else, why don’t you tell me?” She shot back bitterly, fighting off the panic in her voice. So that’s all it took, a few drops of blood and her inner workings were laid bare to his prying eyes? Frightening, sure, but mostly infuriating. 

“Holland, right?”

She glanced sideways at her sisters for a fleeting moment, and gave a nod to Mother Superior, hoping she would take his pre-occupation as a sign to begin to bring the other girls to safety, but she didn’t dare let her focus stray from the vampire long enough to watch.

“As I’m sure you heard in my accent. I know detectives that could volunteer twice that information in half the time. Surely you can tell me something more interesting than that.”

“Are you challenging me, Sister Agatha?” He asked, though despite the hint of a growl that still lingered in his voice, he looked wholly entertained by her open defiance despite the fact he could have killed her already. “You do enjoy dangerous games - you must be bored to tears in this place.”

“As though you don’t enjoy showing off,” she challenged dryly, looking him over with clear accusation, though her eyes didn’t stray past his chest before retreating upwards once more. “Come on. Tell me something I don’t know.”

Agatha watched as he took a moment to process what she could only assume were her own memories, seeing multiple small reactions flit over his features. She should've rightly tried to use this distraction to her advantage, feeling his grip on her lessen a hair - but she knew deep down it would just end in a quicker death for her in the end. She still wasn't sure if that would be her best option. 

Surely it was the most Catholic choice she could make - but if she were going to sacrifice herself "for the greater good" as he had so quaintly put it, now was not the time. Not when she could learn more, and not when she was so sure to fail any attempt she could make to destroy him or even save herself. 

Count Dracula's mouth suddenly broke into a wicked grin, ripping her from her thoughts. Not a good sign. 

"And? Still waiting." She pressed, impatiently. 

"Well, if it makes you feel better Agatha, your "training" might do your sisters some good after all," he stated musingly, watching a few of them retreat back within the walls of the convent, clearly unconcerned now with slowly but surely losing his audience. 

"And why is that?'

His brows rose as he looked down at her almost fondly. 

"Well, you left undead Johnny in the same room as his bleeding fiance, of course. I can't imagine his appetite taking long to surface. If you think I'm a fright when I'm hungry…"

Agatha had to fight back the urge curse again, if only because it would entertain him too greatly. Stupid stupid stupid…

"Jonathan Harker would sooner stake himself than harm Mina, you know that. Apparently it's all that moralistic willpower that made you so fond of him in the first place," Agatha dismissed him stubbornly. 

The Count sighed, looking over her head towards the upper level of the nunnery. 

"Mm. Truer words never spoken, I'm afraid - it'll distract him for a little while I suppose."

"What do you mean? Surely dying twice is enough," She asked, no longer hiding her concern. 

"Curious little thing, aren't you?" He mused, almost inwardly, using his hold on her to drag her further back from the gate, so they were standing far out of earshot from the other nuns and they could see the flickering light in the window where Agatha had last abandoned his 'bride'. He held her fast against him with one long arm while he pointed up at the window. She might’ve seen a shadow pass just below her eyeline, but she couldn’t be sure.

"He tried. And failed. The undead cannot commit suicide. Call it a curse, if you will. He'll be out for a little while, definitely wish he were dead, but unless little Mina drives the stake in herself, he will wake up and when he does...he will be weak and he will be hungry. Now if you trained your troops well enough, maybe they'll be prepared…"

His head tilted, studying her face, which she was sure was full of many things for him to appraise, hating herself for it but far too distracted by her own thoughts to mask them. If she didn’t know better, his smirk almost retained a hint of pity.

“Or perhaps Johnny will surprise us both, he is a lively one. Now - “ he immediately led off from his passive attempt at comfort, turning her in his grasp so quickly, Agatha wondered if he was really so unaware of his own power or if he was still delighting in showing it off to her alone.

“I would ask you to invite me in, but we both know very well even if I promise not to slaughter your family that you won’t. Even if it means a rabid infantile vampire may tear a few of them limb from limb, you are far too stubborn to ever do anything that I ask of you, nor would you believe any promises I make,” the vampire began, sizing her up seemingly as he spoke with a chuckle as mocking as it was appreciative. 

“Who would?”

“And threatening your inevitable death will get me nowhere, you religious types are always far too keen to sacrifice yourselves.”

“Trust me, Count Dracula, in comparison to hearing you babble nonsense for another half hour, it would hardly be a sacrifice,” Agatha spat out before she could help it, fruitlessly trying to create some distance between them despite his grip on her - she about cursed herself once more, but apparently instead of angering him, all she’d done is amuse him again. 

He’d let out a surprised laugh, melodious and loud, so she was sure the others would’ve heard it from downwind. Wonderful, now if she ever did get back (unlikely) she’d have ‘consorting with the devil’ to deal with - more than usual.

“Agatha Van Helsing, what am I going to do with you?” He breathed, and she realized with mounting dread that he really didn’t even know himself. 

“Honestly, you didn’t even have a plan when you showed up here, did you?” She couldn’t help but ask, furrowing her brows. Why was he so calm?  

“I typically don’t need one, but it seems you wanted to make it difficult for me,” he stated softly, the accusation clear in his eyes, though it was almost playful in nature now. 

Without the growling, bestial thing that had met her at the gate, she was just being held by a bloody, naked aristocrat staring down at her with a fondness that was completely foreign, and she found herself more disturbed by his approval than his threats. Those she had expected, this...she wasn’t sure how to navigate. 

“Do you think your sisters would be so brave without you? Should I find out?”

Even seeing that he was baiting her, Agatha knew there was literally nothing stopping him. He could kill her now, just to get her out of the way. Probably preferable, because otherwise he could just disable her. Knock her unconscious, break her leg, rip out of her tongue - whatever would stop her from stopping him. And the sad truth was that she didn’t know. Most of those girls were young, helpless things, just there for intimidation in numbers. They would crumple in the face of genuine threat, no matter how strong their belief or their wills. 

“Leave them alone, and I will come with you willingly.”

“Who says I want you to?” He returned too quickly, his face a mask of indifference, though the curiosity twinkling in his eyes was a dead give away to his intention. He just wanted to see how she would respond. To see if she would show desperation, or weakness. He was toying with her, just like she had toyed with him. God help her, for her sisters’ sake, she was going to have to let him. For now. 

“You have a long way to travel, Count Dracula. And while I’m sure you can manipulate Jonathan into doing whatever you like, having a half-crazed ‘infantile vampire’ in your charge for a long voyage would only draw attention to you and fail to provide you any sustenance. Besides, no one in there would be any use to you. Most of them have spent their entire existence locked within those walls. Their lives are hymns and prayers and chores and guilt and nothing else whatsoever. Take me and you might actually learn something.”

“Perhaps. But you would also try to kill me the first chance you get,” he accused in a whisper, that hint of wicked amusement still never leaving his voice. Apparently attempted murder was a novelty to for him.

“Are you saying that actually frightens you?” She accused, quirking an eyebrow, turning his challenge back on him.

“Careful,” Dracula warned, eyes narrowing as his grip on her tightened a hair, apparently capping his amusement at being called a coward, though he didn't disagree directly - information she decided to retain for later. If she would see later. 

He was silent for a long moment, enough to begin to worry her that he'd refuse her entirely. But slowly his lips twisted up into a satisfied, if resigned smirk, taking one last look up into that window before returning his focus to her fully. 

"You drive a hard bargain, Van Helsing, but I suppose you do have a point. The devout do always leave a bit of an...aftertaste." 

He let loose one of her arms, at least, though immediately reached up and pulled at the ties of the white fabric that was serving its purpose, blocking her throat from his view, yanking it and her wimple from her head in one swift motion, that pulled at her hair and made her yelp slightly. His lips twitched, but he seemed to choose not to acknowledge it. 

“But you nuns tend to draw a lot of attention in your own right, especially while unconscious…”

“I’m sorry?” she clarified irritably, still narrowing her eyes as she used her free hand to push her hair from her face. She considered using it to slap him with instead, but considering she would likely just end up with a broken hand for her trouble, she resisted the urge.

“Oh, I’m not going to have you straggling along behind me out in the mountains, Agatha, that would be positively uncouth. You understand…” he drawled, his gaze having dropped from her eyes and now locked onto the column of her throat with that same heavy-lidded intensity she saw at the gates. Feeling his large hand tracing her collarbone, she swallowed, forcing herself to be still as he loomed over her, now even more so than before it seemed. 

“How kind of you,” she snarked, though her words were no longer registering to him at all, and she watched in the lantern light as his eyes clouded with red once more, and those long, cold fingers curled around the base of her neck, making her shiver.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to make you last,” he assured her with finality, that bestial snarl thickening his voice once again, and the last thing she felt before sinking into a hazy sleep was the sting of sharp teeth sinking into her flesh, followed by that same tingling she’d felt earlier, until she felt nothing at all. 

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Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [21]

Masterlist

A/N: and so the smut begins, and you’ve been oh so very naughty for our beloved vamp ;) also my phone literalt shut down on 60% whilst I wrote this so clearly Claes is much too attractive and tempting for even a phone.

Please do not read this chapter at work, school, the dentist, your local grocery store, in the car or similar locations where screaming may not be appreciated in public. A nightclub may be acceptable but please ensure it is read with a glass of Jack Daniels - your author’s favourite. Thank you.

Warnings: dirty talk, praise kink, size kink if you squint, spanking (minimal), kind of a biting kink, fingering (f receiving), probably a ton of swearing - it’s me.

Oh yeah, and a really jealous Drac

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Following Dracula down the hall towards the door of the apartment had dread and excitement coursing your veins. He hadn’t uttered a word to you. When you had gotten out of the car, he denied to even acknowledge your existence at all. Whatever was in store for you in the privacy of that apartment... you shuddered at the thought.

The sound of the door crashing open echoed into the hall and you jumped a little. He had already disappeared inside. Dare you go in? Your wildest imagination would let likely not prepare you for what was going to happen once you stepped in there. You hovered a little down the hall for a few minutes. The door remained open. He was waiting for you.

You shrunk into his jacket, wishing that you hadn’t tried to push him so far. You were cold, but then again, you were quite literally only wearing a jacket. You had to go in. You knew he had time to kill and he would wait for you all day and all night.

Taking a meek step forward, your heart began to race. The suspense was going to kill you (providing Dracula didn’t first). You neared the door, and peeked your head in. Dracula was standing at the far end of the room, looking out of the window with his hands in his pockets. If you were quiet enough, you could most definitely make it to the bathroom and lock yourself in and have a nice, civil conversation with him. You honestly didn’t have an idea on what he would do to you. Part of you hoped it would be what he’d been keeping you waiting for. All those lingering touches, those more-than-chaste kisses, it all had to lead somewhere. Angry sex with your vampire boyfriend? If that was how you were going to go, at least you’d go out in style.

You took your first step inside. You flinched. Dracula didn’t turn, and since your foot had made almost no noise, you suspected that he didn’t hear you. So, you took another step and froze. He made no movement. This carried on for maybe another four steps until-

“Take another step and I will be over there in an instant.”

Oh, his voice... it sent the most pleasurable chill down your spine and you indulged yourself in wanting to be his prey. You wanted him to finally fulfil his many promises of punishing your disobedience. He sounded like he could pounce on you, and boy, did you want him to.

So, you broke out into a sprint. Considering how quickly he had moved through the room the last time he had need for it, he had swept you up before you were anywhere near the bathroom door. He hauled you over his shoulder so that you were forced to look at where you had been, not where you were going. He mumbled something, before a sound resounded. You gasped as a fire lit across your ass. You kicked your legs as if to try and get out of his grasp, however he held onto you tighter and hit you again. You bit your lip, loving the way you still felt his hand even though it was no longer there.

“I suppose someone needs attention?” He grumbled, tossing you onto the bed.

“Drac-“

“Don’t you start with me,” he spoke sharply, eyes burning into you as you pushed yourself up onto your hands and knees to look at him. His jacket was much too big for you and seemed to swallow you up, “this is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You were a brat all afternoon, you naughty thing.”

“I didn’t mean it,” you feigned your innocence, eyes boring into him.

“Don’t you lie to me. You’re in enough trouble as it is.” He neared you, grasping your chin firmly and forcing you to look up at him, “you are absolutely in the world of trouble.” He mused, voice quieting and darkening with every word, “I’ll take my time with you.”

With little force from himself, Dracula pushed you backwards and down into the mattress.

“Stay right there.” He commanded, voice lowering to just a little above a whisper. His eyes darkened as he looked at the way you had sprawled out. God fucking damn that dress - if you could even call it that.

You watched, just a little scared of what he was going to do. His fingers worked at his belt and once it was undone, it was your turn. You had never seen such a dark and intense look in his eyes before. Not even when he had fought with Renfield over you. Oh, god, your stomach flipped when his hands touched the bed.

“Your heart...” he mused, “scared now, kitten?”

You couldn’t respond. Your body would not allow you to respond. You were anticipating his touches. Just what was he going to do to you? He chuckled, knowing full well what your answer was. He was so big, so very tall, towering over you as you lay helpless on the bed, propped up by your elbows, gawking at him in your terror. You were a rabbit, and he was the big, bad wolf.

“Not so loud now, are we?”

He began his descent to you, crawling over you, taking in your scent that mingled with his. Now, you were trapped beneath him. He was so close. He could feel the rhythm of your heart, keeping his hands either side of your head, to make sure you wouldn’t try to worm your way out of this one. He had truly had enough. You were finally going to pay.

“Say something, kitten, what are you thinking?”

Again, you were left without words. He was so close. He was so much bigger than you, trapping you beneath him was no issue, and you knew he’d have his way with you and then some now that you’d finally pushed him over the edge. When he still got no response from you, a few growl fumbled through his chest and he tugged your hair away from your neck, biting down into the mark he had created weeks ago. While he didn’t bite hard enough to draw blood (he didn’t even have his fangs on this occasion), the sensitivity of the area was enough. You cried out, arms coming up to wrap around him and bring him ever closer to you.

“Better.” He growled against your skin, and bit down once more. The way you shuddered against him made the cockiest smirk appear on his lips and he started his way around your neck, mapping out the most sensitive areas and marking you up, so that he wouldn’t forget just where they were. His lips moved a little higher, up to your collarbone and he licked up to your earlobe before tugging with his teeth. You whimpered, gripping onto him for dear life as the constant sparks that were igniting within you drove your head back into the mattress.

“Dear God,” you managed to breathe.

“I can make no claims to that title, but trust me on this, I’m about to steer you as far away from that fantastical purity as I can get you.” He lifted his head to look down at you and your hands slipped down, coming to rest half on his cheeks and half on his neck.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

You pulled his face to your own, colliding your lips. That one second that you felt him, you heard him hum in utter bliss and then you were gone.

This time, it was a brief visit. You suspected Dracula wanted you with him at all times. For just the frozen fraction that you were in the haven, it was hot. So burning hot, and you were with him, tangled up in sangria sheets.

When you came back, you gasped. His large hand cupped the left side of your face, guiding your head up so that he had more access to your neck. He laved his way down with his tongue, loving the way you squirmed under him. Humans were strange. They craved this sort of contact, but once they got it, they wanted to wriggle their away from it as if they couldn’t stand it.

“Be still,” he whispered, “I want this off so I can smell only you.”

And he began to push the jacket down. You moved a little to allow him to strip you of the only real item of clothing you had and the cold hit you as he threw the jacket over his shoulder and away. Goosebumps rose on your skin. Your lips began to work on his neck, fingers moving around to the buttons on his shirt, fumbling every now and then when his hands trailed up and down the expanse of your legs. When his shirt was off, he stopped you from doing anymore damage.

“Get this fucking thing off.” His lips were soon enough back on your neck and he tore open your newest wardrobe addition, making it practically one big hole. He had never sworn before and the way the hard profanity rolled from his tongue had a deep heat fill your stomach. You lifted your hips so that he could pull it away, and accidentally collided with his. You took a sharp breath.

Now you were so close to being exposed to him once more. He drank in the sight of you, so close, chest rising and falling with the gasps that he had caused. He was slowly turning you into a mess as he had promised.

His kisses began to work down, working over the exposed top halves of your breasts, down into the valley, over your stomach, towards your naval. Every kiss left a little patch of saliva and to connect the dots, he swiped his tongue back up. Oh, what he’d give to be able to truly kiss you. Not to send you away into a fantasy, but to keep you with him so that you could kiss him over and over. So that you could feel the passion in his mouth, taste his tongue on yours. He wanted to mark every single part of you as his own. One day, maybe. Until then, he’d simply have to mark every inch of your skin.

“Do I have permission?” He inquired lowly, playing with the strap of your bra.

You could only nod, feeling yourself slip away. He pulled you up into him, your chest nicely flush against his as he so easily worked the garment open. Now he was being slow and precise with his moves. He laid you down, pulling the material away and it ended up in some corner, a similar fate to his jacket and his shirt. He hummed, reacting as though he had never seen you topless before. He hadn’t, not like this.

“Guess I finally got my way- Ah~”

He cut you off, sucking a nipple into his mouth and giving it attention with his tongue. Usually, they weren’t the most sensitive things in the world, your nipples, but holy fucking shit, right now you could come like this. Not wanting your other nipple to feel neglected, his large hand came up to knead your free breast and you arched your back at the sensation of his cool skin against your hot, flushing flesh. He pinched hard, and bit down simultaneously, pulling up and away and grinning down at you.

“Actually, I’m getting my way.”

“Whatever floats your boat.”

He paused for a moment, debating on his next move. In the next moment, he had climbed off of you and moved towards the head of the bed, taking a seat against the headboard. You rolled over onto your stomach, peering up at him.

“Come here, now.”

Thinking better than to disobey him anymore, you crawled your way into his lap and began pressing kisses to his shoulders. His head rolled back. He could never get enough of your touch. Never in your life would he let anyone take you from him. You were his.

His hands moved down your body, thumbs brushing over your nipples and coming to rest firmly on your waist. So easily, with no strength, he twisted you so that your back was pressed against his chest and your legs were over the top of his. You looked up at him.

“I can’t give you everything I’d like to,” he kissed your shoulder, “so I’m afraid this is all I can do for you right now.”

His hands began to trail further down, stopping right at the hem of your panties. You nodded. You had expected him to just tug them down, but he, instead, literally tore the material off. To hell with them.

“Drac!” You shrieked, “they were Fenty!” You whined.

“I don’t have a single clue what that means, but I must assure you that I don’t give a damn. You look much more delightful without them.”

You still rolled your eyes.

And finally, after so long of waiting, of the tension building and bubbling, his fingers worked into your slit. Your head rolled back onto his chest, a moan rippling throughout the room. The pure bliss that shot through your body! It had been so long since anyone had touched you. The coolness of his fingers heightened the way that it felt and you had to do something to stop yourself from climaxing too soon.

Using only one finger, he circled your pearl first, not wanting to waste another second in keeping you waiting. A hot rush swept between your legs and you whined.

“Does that feel good?” You nodded in response, “unfortunate.” He pulled his finger back, causing you to whine in protest.

His hands moved to your thighs and he pulled your legs apart, so that your feet were planted either side of his knees and your legs were bent. His hand moved back to rest so close to where you needed it again.

“I don’t think you deserve it.” He whispered into your ear, “you’ve disobeyed me so much. You’ve made me so mad. So, so angry.” He drew circles on the innermost skin of your thigh, right where if his finger slipped, he’d be where you wanted him most, “I should tie you up and leave you here in such a state. I can feel you dripping onto me. You’d soak the sheets and I’d never even have to touch you again, would I?” His voice vibrated through your body and the utter filth he’d never spoke until today made you feel giddy. He really knew how to tease, didn’t he?

“Please,” you whispered a beg, “please just...”

“Please what?” You could practically hear his smirk.

“Please touch me. Please do anything.”

“Anything? Oh, like this?”

He gave you no warning, he just pushed his finger right into your sopping cunt, loving the way it seemed to suck the length of his finger in, craving more. The deep coolness sparked electricity and you cried out at the feeling. Holy fuck, you’d never been with someone who’s fingers were quite as thick or as long. He was definitley proportionate. The bulge pressing against your back was further proof of that.

“Holy shit.” He whispered.

His finger began working on you, almost all the way out before plunging back in and the feeling was already sending you into a frenzy. His finger never warmed like the other men you’d been with, so it was just so delicious to feel his finger constantly cool against your hot and throbbing core. Wet, sensual sounds filled the room - and just by his finger!

“Hm, you like that, don’t you? Your heart sounds like it’s about to run away.” He mused, “would that scum back at the shopping centre be able to do this to you?”

“God, no,” you breathed, focusing much too hard on the waves of pleasure.

“I didn’t think so.”

He pushed a second finger in, a small burn as he stretched you out. You twisted, making a noise as the pleasure heightened more.

“Good girl, taking my fingers so well.”

Your chest rose and fell. The sensation of two of his fingers was enough. You were so close to the edge and he knew it. His lips cane down on your shoulders, pressing here and there, biting a few times.

“Who else could fuck you with their fingers like this?”

“No one-“ you gasped, unable to concentrate on his words.

“Correct. No one.” His free hand trailed down your body, “so don’t you ever wear that sundress out again.”

“But- I like it-“ you gasped, so, so close.

“I didn’t realise your emotions mattered.” The fingers on his free hand began to draw hard, quick circles on your clit. You were a gonner.

“Holy shit-“ you gasped, tossing your head to expose the bite mark.

You watched his fingers work your core. You loved the way his forearms flexed, and he never seemed bothered by any straining it might have been causing.

“Let’s see how far the female body had progressed.” He pumped his fingers quicker, the friction driving you to the brink. Tears were forming in your eyes. Way too much. His fingers worked your clit so well that waves were beginning to build, “have you learnt to come on command?”

You didn’t know if you could hold off anymore. The pleasure was much too intense and the cord that had been growing in your stomach was ready to break at any second.

“Not yet..” you bit your lip, you squeezed your eyes shut, you tired your hardest, “a little longer,” the sounds of your juices filled the room and your body ignited all of a sudden, a raw hotness overcoming you, “now.”

He bit hard down into the mark on your neck and the pleasure came. You screamed out, body absolutely losing control. You shook with every wave, moans filling the room and causing a proud smirk to appear on Dracula’s face.

“Good girl, so good.”

He helped you ride your orgasm out, not stopping the movement of his fingers until your body was no longer tense but blissed out. He helped you off of him, lying you down at his side and he turned to look at you.

“I wonder how you taste...” he wondered aloud before sucking on the tips of his fingers. He groaned, unable to hold back the look of content on his face, “not as good as your blood, but a close second.”

You scoffed, panting heavily. Your stomach was knotting from the intense orgasm and you could only hope that the pain would stop soon.

“What about you?” You breathed.

“Don’t worry yourself over me. I told you, I can’t give it to you.”

“And I told you, that’s how I want to go.”

“I’m not killing you just so that we can make love.” He scowled at you.

“Make love?” You mocked, “what are you a 12 year old girl?”

“Oh shut it, you.”

You laughed through your pants and pulled him down into your side. One way or another, you were going to make him do that to you again and again and again.

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Dracika headcanons ~ 🖤🦇

Y E S, I’m back on my bullshit (like I ever stopped😂) and this is me feeling my way with Dracula and seeing what he and I have together; as well as sharing some moments we’ve already had with each other in the time we’ve known each other.

Full disclosure: I am well aware that he would snap my neck and drink me like a capri sun in reality without a second thought. I know that we are 100% incompatible but I really don’t care. Believing that Drac would be, at least, fond of me makes me go 🥺😭🥺😭💖✨💖✨🥰💖✨ so that’s all that matters skskskskks. I’m so sorry if anyone’s sick of this, I really do understand, but I like to have all my self-shipping stuff on the same blog, which is why I’m posting it here and not on my side blog (on which requests for him are open👀).

Word count: 2, 421.

OMG MY UWUS ARE DROPPED I’M SOFT I’M CRY I’M LOVE 🥺😭🥺😭💜💜💜 LOOK AT HIMMMMM ~ 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I legitimately can’t stop staring I’m captivated someone help but also leave me here... I’m suffering but I’m enjoying it... 🥺

As yet, Dracula and I haven’t spent too much time together. We’re still very much wondering what’s going on and why it’s going on and how everything is going to work. All we’re really aware of at this stage is that, for some reason, we’re drawn to each other. We’ve mostly just been... watching each other and getting to know one another through observation and gut instinct rather than... sitting down and talking. I think this is how it will be for the most part with us, though. We’re an odd dynamic but the both of us are quickly growing to like it.

He and I don’t spend much... time together, at least not yet as I’ve already said, but we spend a lot of time in the same room. I’ll do my thing and he will do his thing and occasionally one of us will glance over at the other. Quizzical looks are exchanged and Drac may ask if I’m all right, but other than that, we don’t talk, either. We’ve been silent company to one another for much of this time. I think that may be the main part of our dynamic - comfortable silence. I don’t really know what to say to a five hundred year old vampire because I don’t want to make my stupidity as a person with a lack of life experience obvious and Drac prefers to not talk at all when he’s busy doing something. He very clearly expresses his irritation at this through his body language and I’m not so good at handling when people are annoyed at me so I’d just rather not speak unless I have to.

When I go to bed, I always ask Drac to join me. He could come into my bed without an invitation, but as he puts it, “consent is unnecessary but delicious” so he waits for me to ask him. It never takes me long and tbh I’m not fully comfortable going to bed, especially with my night time phobias, without him there in the room with me anyway. As soon as I’m lying down and comfortable, Drac’s standing at the foot of my bed. He’ll crawl up my mattress (my bed’s against the wall so when I’m already in bed he has no other way of coming in unless he wants to climb over me and that’s too graceless for him) and I’ll pull the covers back for him. He slides in so quickly that my very squeaky mattress (it’s in desperate need of being replacing but I can’t afford it) doesn’t make any kind of noise. “Oh, bedtime for the human, is it?" My only answer is to turn and nestle my face into his chest. He wraps his arms around me and sleep finds me quickly. If I try to look around the room, he’ll hold my head where it is with a hand and he won’t let me look. He reasons the more I look, the more scared I’ll become, so he’d rather prevent me from looking at all. He’s the most dangerous creature in any room, anyway.

During the day, Drac sleeps so, of course, I’m left alone. He lays down with me when I go to bed and he leaves when I’m finally asleep (700 position changes and a deal with Satan later😂), but when I get up, he’s beside me and now I’m the one leaving when he’s finally asleep. I sleep when I’m tired and I don’t have much of a sleeping schedule so it’s not unusual for me to be up until four or sometimes five in the morning, and a bonus to this is that I get to spend more time with him. The nights are just for us; when the world slips away, he and I find each other.

When I’m away from Drac and I’m missing him or just needing his energy around me, I wear this jumper. It’s a small inside joke between us.

Drac’s reaction to my jumper was:

He appreciates the way it’s spelt (and so do I) and he’s been eager to get me out of it.👀

Drac is 6′4 and I’m 5′7 so the height difference is... amusing. At least to him. He calls me his “little bat” when I’m going to sleep or when I’m being cuddly (a luxury he doesn’t allow often; it’s usually saved for when I’m in some kind of distress), and when he’s feeling romantic or apologetic, he calls me “luna bella”.

He and I go on nightly walks down the beach together. I love to walk along the three metre high wall so I can properly feel the wind in my hair and some semblance of freedom, and if I lose my balance, he’ll just chuckle and tell me to be careful. Not in as many words but he’ll make a quip about the fragility of mortals and it sends the message through. If I do fall, he’ll catch me before I do. All of me is safe with Count Dracula. He likes to say he won’t catch me but I pretended to slip properly once just to see what he would do and he reacted very quickly so I think it’s safe to say he’s full of shit.😂

I got very attached to him, very quickly once I got over my fear. Even when I’m with him, I miss him, and Drac can always pick up on it. He finds it hilarious and doesn’t understand why I miss him despite our closeness a lot of the time, but there’s no way to explain it. Even so, I know he misses me too, because he’s with me more often than we’re away from each other. Drac has an odd love language but I’m slowly coming to learn him.

The night I realised I wasn’t scared anymore and I wanted him with me, I called him to me. All I had to do was say his name, and he was there. He was obviously in the area and he must have heard me from close by. I was in bed, ready to sleep, and he waited for me to speak. His eyebrows were raised and there was a slight smirk on his face.

“Can you...can you stay with me? I’m not scared of you anymore but I also... don’t really know what to do.”

“You don’t know what to do, so you called me? Are you really not afraid of me?” His smirk kept widening, as did that look in his eye.

I hesitated but I still said, “not anymore.” and I pulled the duvet back on the side which would become his. “Join me?”

“This is a surprise. I did not see this coming.” He could smell my weariness but we didn’t speak much after that point. He laid down beside me and I slowly, carefully moved to cuddle him. And by that I mean I smushed myself into his side and he let me, but he didn’t reciprocate.😅😂

Drac tried to move away just at the point I was on the edge of sleep and I clung to him; I wouldn’t let him leave me. I had to show I trusted him, the way he wanted me to, and I guess falling asleep beside him was the best way to do so.

I kept moving around and it irritated him so eventually he tugged me to lay on top of him... he wrapped his arms around me and held me to him. His cold embrace is the safest cage I’ve ever been in. I woke and he wasn’t there but I could feel his energy around me. He won’t ever leave.

I don’t think he could ever love me, not in the way I love him, but I know he’s very fond of me and that’s enough. The fact that he is with me as often as he is, is proof enough that he, at least, has a soft spot for me.

I show him every day that I love him because I don’t really know how to say it to him. He’s five hundred years old so the usual methods of confession seem a bit... pointless. He needs more than words. I do this in subtle ways... for example, having my hair slung over my shoulder and I’ll lay down on it so my neck is bared. I fall asleep on him. I ask him to be with me while I sleep. He has free-for-all consent to drink from me but as yet, he hasn’t. I suspect it’s because he dislikes coffee...🤔😂

Usually, I lay atop Drac when we cuddle, but there’s been a few times he lays on me. Sometimes I’ll wake in the night and he’s looming over me. My lamp looks like a golden halo around the top of his head, and in my sleepy state I loop my arms around his neck and tug him down. He could so easily break out of my hold but he doesn’t. He lets me tug him down and I snuggle into him and press kisses all over his neck, leaving mock bites. He appreciates the irony.

Dracula calls “darling” or “my love”. He never uses my name; it’s always a term of endearment. I’m not sure why. If he’s telling me to do something, then it’s “dear”; comfort is “darling”, and the other names are as I’ve said.

I only call him “Drac”... “Dracula” if he’s annoying me. “My love” is a general term of endearment; we share a like for that one. Sometimes... and mostly at night (our real time together), I call him “my Drac”. It makes him smile... I don’t get much of a reaction, just a twitch of his lips, but I adore it.

When I’m upset, Drac doesn’t hold me. He doesn’t shush me or try to comfort me. He just... stays. With every passing moment, he takes a step closer until he’s standing right beside me and then he allows me to take whatever comfort I need. He’s not entirely sure how to comfort me, we’re still learning each other, but he follows my lead. As long as he’s in the room, as long as he’s close by, I can usually pull myself together on my own; I’m used to doing that so it saves him the effort. If I talk, he listens. If I don’t talk, he speaks. Whatever I need, he’ll do. He can read me well. I’m still learning him; there’s multiple options to everything he does and says and I love that about him.

With me being afraid of the dark and Drac being afraid of the light, I’d say we’re perfect for each other.😂

And speaking of...

Both of us know and live with fear far more than we should. We have our reasons (which are illogical), and the fear we see in one another is partly why we’re so drawn to each other. I recognise the fear in him (it’s the opposite of my own fear) and he recognises mine. We understand each other on this level and we do what we can to keep each other safe. 

I definitely have a Protecc™ streak for Drac; my blackout curtains are perfect for keeping him safe, and though Drac hates my night light, which makes it daylight in my room, he never wants a repeat of that one night last week so he accepts it. He knows I’m scared sometimes even with the light, so he holds me tight and he won’t let me go. 

Both of us are exposed to our fears every day and both of us face them anyway. We’re brave on our own but together it feels like we only increase that strength.

He’s so cute🥺.

He picks up on how the modern world works through consuming the blood of others’ (which I wilfully turn a blind eye to lmao I’m not about to tell him who he can and can’t eat; my morality has always been grey), but I help him with it too. Sometimes I can’t explain stuff to him so I’ll just show him what I’m talking about. He’s a quick learner. We watch Netflix every night together and sometimes he’ll take Poe or Wilde off my bookshelf and read me to sleep. I love his voice so much.

I love him. He’s safety from my fear in the dark. When I go to bed at night, I always consider sleeping in the dark but he sits on my bed and watches me. “That’s it, turn the light off. You’ll only turn it back on again. That’s what you do, that’s what you always do. What’s the point, darling? Just come lay down a while.”

Dracula is safety and comfort. He’s a smile and laughter because he’s very sassy. There’s something... about him which makes me mentally sleepy. I don’t know how to explain it but he just... makes me want to relax. I do relax when I’m with him and I think that’s why I spend time with him as often as I do, and why I’ve re-watched his series about eleven times in two weeks (to date).

He used to scare me (and he’s been warned that if he ever jumps out at me like he’s known to do to others, he will bring that back temporarily. He’s also been warned not to raise his voice at me, for the same reasons) but now he just makes me feel safe and relaxed and comfortable.

One day, Drac will step into the light and I will step into the dark. And in the space between us where the shadow lies, our hands will join, our fingers will interlock... and we’ll walk forth into what’s next together.

He came into my life at a time when my fear was and is at an all time high, and I think he’s here with me to help me to learn to deal with it. Maybe along the way, I can do the same for him. No one deserves to live in fear and isolation for 500 years, no matter what their dietary requirements are.

I love all of Dracula. I can say that with complete confidence now; I cried out of love for him earlier today and when I sleep tonight, I’ll tell him. Whether he loves me, I have no idea, but I think... I may be someone who’s gotten closer to him than anyone else has for a very long time.

[flutteringphalanges]

Summary:  “Am I in Hell?” Agatha’s voice was hoarse, a hint of fear in her tone. “That depends on your definition,” Dracula answered. “Perhaps.” His fingers felt cool against her burning skin, the fever raging through her body. “If you’re going to kill me, then do it,” she mumbled. The count chuckled, gazing into her eyes. “On the contrary,” he smirked. “I’m going to save you.”

((In which Dracula cares for a gravely ill Agatha))

Characters: Agatha Van Helsing/Dracula

Rating: M

Read on FFN and AO3

A/N: Thank you all so much for your support! It means the world! Quick shout out to @rheabalaur! She is incredibly knowledgeable about the history of Dracula and Vlad Tepes and though I ended up not exploring human!Drac in this chapter, I wanted to thank her! She’s got some neat posts on the history and I learned a lot! Anywho, feedback is greatly loved and appreciated! Here is the next chapter! 

                                    Chapter Ten (Part Two)

Psychosomatic heart palpitations. The only diagnoses one can give to someone whose heart has stopped so long ago. Settled deep behind his rib cage, Count Dracula could almost swear he felt the dead organ pound against his ancient bones. Its rapid beating battering against his ear drums. Agatha Van Helsing was gone. Vanished without a trace except for a final message scribbled hastily on a scrap of paper. And it was all his fault.

"Fuck, Agatha!" He cursed, feeling the draft from the air outside. She'd neglected to close the doors properly, though that was beside the point. The cold temperature didn't bother him. No, he was immune. But she wasn't. "Dammit!"

Transformation. On foot. But there was the issue of his missing boots. The vampire's mind reeled a million miles a second. Usually he was so good thinking on his feet. Decisions coming easily to his mind. Yet there he was, standing hopelessly like a fool, trying to devise a plan. A way to find her. Agatha. His Agatha. In all of his centuries of life, never had he made such a fatal mistake.

He stared down at the corpse of the young man whose lifeless brown eyes gazed back at him. His skin was so pale, almost lily white after being completely drained of blood. Dracula let out a grunt, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Sloppy. Careless. His new existence as a vampire had yet to come easy to him. Despite being a learned man, he was well on his way of opening Pandora's box if he wasn't careful.

"Oh don't look so stoic." The vampire exhaled, glancing up to the dark sky. "You were far from valuable to begin with. Now what to do with you…"

Thunder rumbled overhead and small raindrops began to fall from above. Dracula frowned and glanced towards the direction of his castle. Experimentation. Understanding what he was didn't just fall on his shoulders. No. There was something interesting he witnessed with each new kill. From cradle to grave and from grave to coffin. Dying from one life into the next. A small smirk crossed his features as lightning crackled from above.

"Perhaps you will prove more use to me after all." He stated, lifting the body with ease. "So we shall see…"

By some stroke of sheer luck, Dracula managed to come across a pair of old boots tucked away in an old closet. Dusty, they gave off an unpleasant smell that even he found rather foul. But his own comfort was far from his concern. Slipping them forcefully on, he hurried out through the front doors and into the winter elements. Going bravely forth into the bitter snowstorm that had begun to stir from its sleep again.

His pace was brisk, each long stride with purpose as he walked away from the castle. Much to his misfortune, the fresh snow had completely covered the ground, burying with it any sign of Agatha's tracks. Not even transforming into a wolf would help at this stage. No. He couldn't sense her and that alone terrified him. If she was...no, no he couldn't think like that. So he pressed on, faster now.

Lovech Province, Bulgaria. At least, that's what he had learned from her blood. A pretty little thing, traveling alone to meet relatives in a nearby village. She'd been an easy target and quite an interesting one at that. Someone he had deemed worthy enough to keep.

"Please!" Dracula heard her wail from her box. "Please let me go! I'm so thirsty!"

"No." The vampire replied simply, so casually as if he was merely telling her the time of day. "No, I think it's best you stay put for now. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. I always do with my brides."

Brides. He scoffed at his own term. It had been something he had come up with after holding captive several of his victims. Dracula needed to, after all, have some sort of name for them. In a sense, it seemed fitting. They were his after all. Property. Like cattle. Valuable, unusual stock that any bidder would desire and yet not know the horrors they were getting into.

"Let me go!" The woman pleaded. "Please, I promise I won't tell anyone! Just free me!"

"I shall return later." Dracula sighed as he ignored her screams of protest. "Perhaps with something to eat if I feel willing." He paused before looking over his shoulder. "And do try to keep the wailing to a minimum. I hate how it echoes throughout the halls."

Brides. Cattle. He grinned to himself as he exited the cellar. Disposable indeed.

"Agatha!"

He mentally cursed the howling wind that drowned out his voice each time he called out for her. Of all the times for her to disappear, of course it had to be in the middle of a blizzard. On many occasions she had threatened to leave, but the vampire had never thought she'd go through with it. If he had, if he had half the mind to, maybe he could've prevented this. All of this. If he had just been honest. Maybe she'd still be safe. Warm. Tucked away with him in the castle. But she wasn't and he was to blame.

"AGATHA!"

He hadn't quite expected his time with Jonathan Harker to turn the way that it had. It wasn't often that Dracula was left to deal with a slip up-if one would even call it that-but he found himself in a quite peculiar situation. An instance that led him to the steps of St. Mary's Convent in Budapest, Hungary. To her.

Agatha Van Helsing was a creature he'd never seen before. Such wit. Such spirit. She did not fear him like the others. She tested him like a fishman precariously dangling bait off the side of a boat where a shark was spotted. And that very moment when those few drops of her blood met his tongue it was a euphoria he couldn't explain. Seeing glimpses of her past. Of her history. Of who she was and of him. Of the infamous Abraham Van Helsing who had proven for a while to be a thorn in his side. Her grandfather. The product of a vampire slayer. And Dracula wanted...no, needed more.

The next course of action ended grizzly, not that he was quite surprised. But it wasn't until he came upon Agatha and that innocent, weakling Mina that his desire for the nun became curious. In any given dangerous situation, one must choose fight or flight. To defend yourself against your enemy and possibly die, or to out run them in the hopes of living. Agatha did neither. Instead, she offered herself in place of Mina. Seemingly cared nothing for her own life but only that of the woman's.

And so against what he thought at the time was his better judgement, he freed them both. Unknowing that soon enough fate would have them meet again under even stranger circumstances. How delectable and useful just a small amount of blood could be.

He couldn't smell her. No matter how far he walked, he still had yet to pick up any of her scent. That gave him some hope that maybe she hadn't injured herself. That perhaps she had found someone by some chance who had given her a ride somewhere. Unlikely as it was, it gave him a false sense of peace.

But due to the hindrance of his tracking abilities, a part of the Count began to wonder if Agatha's former Convent's beloved God was punishing him. That perhaps his version of Hell was not having her. Losing her. And who was he to deny that truth? Hell had frozen over and with it the former nun's mysterious disappearance. Dammit, Agatha, where could she have gone?

Dracula found himself staring at her for hours when he had first brought her to his castle. Watched as her chest rose and fell with each unstable breath. How her creamy skin was blotched by the red of the fever. At any point he could've killed her. Any second. With how ill she was, she wouldn't even see it coming. But she didn't. Instead, he observed. Quiet as his unaware guest rested.

When she did wake, truly became aware of her surroundings, it was a fond memory. How furious she was. How spiteful. After everything he'd done, Agatha showed no sign of gratitude and quite frankly, the vampire took no offense to that. She was merely an experiment after all. Someone he desired to learn more about. Except, he never expected it to go as far as it did.

"Fuck!"

Dracula's arms shielded him out of pure reflex as a tree fell just a yard away, spraying him with the wet snow that had clung to its branches. He wiped the substance away, his skin cool enough that it didn't immediately melt on impact. The way it clung to his clothes like some form of unwanted camouflage. For the first time in a long, long while, he was starting to despise the stuff.

"Agatha!" He tried again, this time louder. "Agatha, answer me! Where are you?!"

But only the storm returned his calling.

Emotions. Perhaps that's why he found it confusing at first. These feelings that no cold blooded person should experience. But the first real flicker struck him the moment he saw her wearing the dress he'd gotten her to replace that dreadful habit of hers.

Dracula thought of them. The hundreds-thousands of women he'd seen throughout his lifetime. Many whose beauty was beyond compare. But Agatha was different. Something about her, the way she stood there before him. There was so much he wanted to say. And at the same time, he wasn't sure what.

"Well," she said testily. "If it looks bad on me, you might as well-"

"No," he interjected. "No. You look...lovely."

Lovely. Out of everything he could've said, those were the words to spill past his lips. She blushed, but it wasn't the same color as her fever. No, this was different. So it truly began. The start of something he had very much yet to comprehend.

It was growing darker outside and Dracula knew it wasn't just because of the storm. He began to pick up his pace, fear beginning to rise even further than before. How long had he been asleep? A few hours at most? Could she really have gotten this far?

That's when he smelled it. The very faint, but familiar scent of blood. An aroma he was so familiar with that his stomach dropped at the realization. Agatha. It was Agatha. And the sweetness he associated with it only made him want to gag. His worries had been confirmed. Something had happened to his nun.

Maybe it was when they lost control over dinner and ended up having sex so rough, the aftermath of their heated lovemaking shouted to the heavens the next day. Or when she got so furious with him once, she broke her hand against his face. But perhaps the moment it really dawned on him that his feelings for Agatha Van Helsing were far from just a whim of passion was that night he truly tasted her.

The way she trembled against his touch. How he had to hold her as he ran his tongue across the inner thigh and to her very center. Sweet, like her blood, and he savored her like a fine wine. It hadn't been rough. Fueled by aggression. No, the way she melted into him was something far different. And when he was finally inside of her, that same sense of euphoria that he'd experienced those several, several months ago struck him. And he lost it. Completely gave way and pierced his teeth into Agatha's sensitive flesh. Blessed with her indulgence once more. That was his first mistake.

The smell of fresh blood was stronger now and Dracula followed it like a bloodhound. Though he knew he had to be drawing closer, how potent it was becoming only left his stomach twisting into knots. This wasn't a mere scratch. Not with how intense the smell was. There was a significant amount and the vampire dreaded what that could mean. What the outcome he was about to face was. How he wished Agatha had just gone ahead and staked him.

Cruel. That was the proper description for his next actions. Never mind triggering Agatha with old memories of Abraham-a man he knew well enough while, not evil, lacked any sort of endearment towards his granddaughter. He only furthered his stupidity when he abandoned her afterwards, leaving what should've been a good moment with a negative, abrupt ending.

In an almost sadistic, poetic way, the stake to his heart had been the final straw that broke the camel's back. The moment where Agatha's walls completely crumbled to the ground. Where she had, in her actions, admitted her true feelings when he had not. Metaphorically piercing her own heart when she should've done his. And he smiled. Grinned and waved away her affections. If only he realized the cost. The consequences. Those few words scrawled upon a strip of parchment.

Something caused him to stop in his tracks. Not the giant branch that blocked his path, but the feeling that there was something else. And so he hesitantly gazed over the edge, over a set of ragged rocks that dropped down several yards to the bottom. That's when he saw her. A figure lying motionless below wet by something other than snow. Dark. Even from where he stood, his excellent vision could make it out. Blood. Agatha.

"Agatha!"

Dracula leaped with such grace it made the long drop seem like a mere step. He hurried over to her side. Blood. There was so much blood. It stained the rock around her, caked locks of her hair together. And for a brief moment, for a fraction of a second, the vampire thought he was too late. It was only when he heard her pulse, the weak thrumming of her heart, that he knew she was alive. Barely. But still with him. As he exhaled in relief, her eyes opened.

Quickly he knelt beside her, the smell of her blood burning his nostrils. Thirst. Hunger. But he fought it. Battle the feral urge to feast within him. Dracula's hands were warm, sticky and red as he cradled her head ever so gently. She stared back at him unfocused.

The Count wanted to berate her. Scream at her for being so boneheaded. But not because he was furious with her. No, she had terrified him. So many questions. So much to say. Yet he couldn't. There wasn't any time to do so. He was losing her. Right there in his arms, the only person he'd truly ever cared about was withering away. He couldn't let that happen.

"You're dying." And the words held far more emotion than he'd ever had anticipated. "Agatha..."

"I know," she croaked.

The way she said it. Her tone. She wasn't afraid. Far worse. It was as if she was more than willing to accept this horrid fate. This end where one no longer exists. And he had planted the seed that made her okay with that.

"I can save you." There was a tremor in his voice. "This doesn't have to be the end. Let me..." He swallowed, damn how he hated to sound vulnerable. "Let me..."

There was a moment of pause as Agatha struggled to catch a breath. It ached deep within him to hear the pain as she did so. She was so strong. Even in death, she fought with bravery. What a soldier she would've made. What a companion in his human lifetime she would've been.

"Tell me..." Blood bubbled up in the corner of her mouth as she struggled to remain conscious. "Tell me..."

"Agatha!" He spoke to her loudly, trying desperately to keep her awake. "Tell you what?" But the Count already knew what she meant. "Tell you what?!"

"Just..." She was fading now. Fading so fast. "Tell me..."

Tell her. He looked deep within her blue eyes as the light began to fade in them. Tried to hold her stare so she knew he really meant it. Weeks. Months. It was so long overdue and this was far from how he wanted to ever admit it. Open up to her like she had him. But now he needed to. So he swallowed, swallowed so thick as if his very life was caught in his throat.

"I love you." A statement so foreign, and yet, felt so right. Something wet brushed against his cheek. A tear. Was he crying? "I love you, Agatha Van Helsing."

A weight lifted off his shoulders. The entire universe relieving him of the pressure he'd felt for so long. He gazed down at her so longingly it was as if everything had stopped around them. Waited for her final words. Praying she'd give into his demands.

Agatha smiled weakly and closed her eyes at his confession. "Okay," his lover murmured. "Okay…"

And Dracula's fangs plunged into her throat.

[chelsfic]

Dracula takes care of you when you’re sick - Drabble - Dracula x Reader (Total Fluff)

For @lost-girl-inc. Hope you feel better! This is complete goofy fluff

***

You wake to your phone vibrating with a text notification. Your eyes are blurry with sleep and you groan at being so rudely ripped from the deep cough syrup-induced slumber you’ve been enjoying. 

The phone’s harsh screen nearly blinds you as you clumsily unlock it. Ugh, it’s only 5:40 PM. You’d gone to bed absurdly early and were hoping to sleep away the sickness and wake up tomorrow morning feeling renewed. Everything aches and a painful cough has settled in your chest. It’s the same thing every cold and flu season. No matter how much hand washing, echinacea and Vitamin C, you always end up with this lingering chest cold that completely saps your energy. It doesn’t help that this year you have a new boyfriend who occasionally likes to make a meal of you.

You roll your eyes when you see the text:

Drac

Are you up for dinner? ;-)

You glance out your bedroom window. Yup, sunset. You should have realized he’d be expecting to come by for an...appetizer. You’re dating a vampire, after all. When had those words ceased to inspire awe and disbelief? Over the several months that you’ve been seeing each other you’ve gradually become accustomed to Dracula’s nature. At first you were drawn to his predatory sexuality and the danger that surrounds him. But now it’s more than that. He makes you laugh, he’s affection and attentive, old fashioned in all the right ways...and he makes you feel like you’re irresistible.  The way he lusts for your body and your blood...well, it sends a quiver through you even now when all you care about is hacking up some phlegm and finding someone to make you some soup.

You

Sorry...I can’t tonight. I’m sick. Love you.

You put down the phone and reach for the TV remote, turning on Netflix and picking something to binge. You don’t feel like you’re going to be able to fall back to sleep now that you’re awake. You start getting sucked into the show and you’re so engaged you don’t even notice that Dracula never responded to your text until his smiling face appears in the window next to your bed and you shriek in alarm. 

“Jesus! Drac, why don’t you ever knock?!” you demand. You don’t sound nearly as admonishing as you intend, though, because your voice is weak and it cracks. You end up choking over a coughing fit, burying your face in your elbow and reaching for your box of tissues. 

Dracula takes the opportunity to simply climb through your unlocked window. What’s the matter with the front door? you wonder, although you’re kind of grateful that you don’t need to get up to let him in.

“Really, y/n...why do you always have to bring him into it?” he’s smiling to indicate he’s only teasing. Even after centuries of immortal life, Dracula still harbors a superstitious dislike for anything Christ-related. 

“What are you doing here? Did you get my text?” you look up at him and fidget with the crumpled tissue in your hands. You’re sure you look like hell and you’re suddenly self-conscious. 

As if he can read your thoughts--which, what the hell, who knows? maybe he can--he tilts his head and gives you a gentle smile as he replies, “I like to think I’ve learned a lot about relationships since waking up in this century and according to one of my last meals it’s considered appropriate to take care of one’s lover when they’re unwell.”

You’re a little flabbergasted. It’s not that Dracula is a bad boyfriend but...you kind of assumed he’d be repulsed by your mortal weakness. Especially given the heated discussions you’ve had recently about him wanting to change you. You know that the idea of your human fragility is frightening to him but...you just aren’t ready. You might not ever be ready.

You blink and try to clear your head enough to respond, “Uhhh...oh! That’s very nice. But you don’t have to, really, I’ll be okay...”

Dracula rolls his eyes at you, “You know...one of the many advantages to dating an immortal vampire is that you can’t give me any of your germs when you’re sick. So just let me take care of you.”

He leans down and places a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. As always his touch sends an electric thrill through you but you pull away before it can become more heated. You feel gross. Dracula doesn’t mind. He starts puttering around the room, picking up your discarded tissues and half-empty mugs of tea. He’s tidying and it’s absolutely adorable. You love this man.

“You know you didn’t have to wait for me to be sick to help clean up the apartment...god knows I’ve cleaned enough blood off my sheets since meeting you.”

“Ha. Ha,” he replies sarcastically. “Tell me what you need, darling. I confess...I don’t have a lot of experience with nursing the sick.”

You look up at him from your nest of pillows and blankets and can’t help but smile, “Soup? I would love some soup. There are cans in the kitchen, I can show you--”

He stops you from getting up with a hand to your chest, “I’ll take care of it. Just relax.”

There is a worrying amount of noise coming from your kitchen. Pots and pans clanging together, cabinet doors slamming and the unmistakable hiss of a pot boiling over. You’re sitting there trying to hold back laughter because it hurts to laugh. 

Dracula finally returns from the kitchen holding a tray with a steaming bowl of perfectly edible looking soup. His sleeves are rolled up and there are multiple stains on his pristine white shirt. His hair sticks up at odd angles as if he’s been running his fingers through it in frustration. You finally can’t take it anymore and let out a horrendous guffaw, nearly toppling the tray over with your mirth. 

“Hey!” he says with mock outrage. “You know I haven’t actually eaten food in about five hundred years...I think I did pretty good.”

You wipe tears from your eyes and try to smother the smile on your lips, “I know, you’re right. Thank you, baby. Really!”

He looks pacified and he settles down next to you as you eat, rubbing soothing circles into your back and watching the crime drama you’ve selected on Netflix. He takes the tray back to the kitchen when you’ve finished and there’s another cacophony of sounds that must mean he’s attempting to load your dishwasher.

You’re laying down with your legs tucked up close to your body when he returns. He lays down behind you and spoons up against you, wrapping you in his strong arms and burying his face into the nape of your neck. He breathes in your scent and hums with appreciation. He always says your blood is particularly fragrant...whatever that entails. Is that why mosquitoes seem so enchanted by you in the summer?

“Sorry...,” you mumble into the pillow, “About dinner.”

Dracula wraps his arms tighter around you and shushes you, “Shhh. You’re more than just a meal to me, y/n. I love you.”

You smile at his words and nestle more snugly against him. He holds you like that, whispering soft nothings into your ear and soothing you with long strokes of his hand along your side until your breath evens out and you drift off to sleep. 

[littlemessyjessi]

“Blood of My Enemies”: BBC/Netflix Dracula Imagine

BBC/ Netflix Dracula  Imagine BBC/ Netflix Dracula x Reader, PS Reader, Plus Size Reader

At four a.m. I had just left after working a sixteen hour shift at the hospital.

My patience was beyond thin as I stood in line at the twenty four hour mini mart.

All I wanted was my bottle of wine, a shower and my blissfull, blessed bed.

After wearing my scrubs for that long I felt disgusting.  

I was an unholy amount of bitchiness standing there and when I heard a distinctly male voice behind me....I nearly snapped.

"Excuse, madam."

The accent was nice but I had no patience.

I turned on my heel and looked at him.

"Yes?" I asked offering nothing but vacancy across my features.

"Come now, darling." he said. "No smile?"

My eyes narrowed at him for a moment before I bit the inside of my cheek in anger and sat my wine down on the shelf nearest to me.

"Listen." I said tucking my hands into place on my full hips. "I have just spent the last sixteen hours on my feet at the hospital covered in other peoples piss, shit, vomit and blood.  I have been yelled at, slapped, had a gun pulled on me and had to hold someone while they died.  And that's just tonight.  I am in no mood for some random guy trying to flirt with late night scragglers."

"Listen, darling. I just-"

"No you listen!" I snapped. "I just want to go home, drink my wine and hibernate for the next four days and if I could jump start that process by being left the fuck alone that would be great!"

Was I an unholy bitch?

Was it uncalled for?

Probably but in that moment I couldn't have cared less.

"You have my most sincere apologies, madam." he said. "Allow me."

He reached for my wine and I promptly smacked his hand.

"I don't need you to buy anything for me.  I just made it glaringly obvious that I worked very hard for my money.  I'm good." I snapped.

"Yes, you have made it obvious.  Please, if you'll allow me to purchase it... as an apology.  I assure you I am a gentleman and I wouldn't want to leave you with the impression that I was anything less than such." he said.

With an underlying attitude of hostility, I let him purchase the wine and he gave the bag to me.

"Again, I'm terribly sorry for any trouble I've caused you." he said, his dark eyes twinkling in a way that I wasn't totally sure if I liked or not.

He was quite handsome.

In a sort, old school classic type of way.

It wasn't something you saw a lot of anymore but it was nice.

"Thank you." I said.  "And sorry for biting your head off.  I'm a bit testy after working overtime for the fourth night in a row."

"That's understandable." he said with a slight smirk.  "Besides, I've always been fond of women who have a bite to them."

His corny remark got the best of me and I couldn't help but smile a little in spite of myself.

"I figured your smile would be lovely." he said. "I see I wasn't wrong."

My glower was a little less intense as I looked over at him.

"Well, thank you again." I said.  "But if you'll excuse me I need to go home, get piss drunk and attempt hibernation."

He chuckled a bit and opened the door for me and fell into step with me as I headed down the street.  

"Would you like an escort home?" he asked and offered his arm.

"Look." I said turning to him. "While I appreciate this whole dapper gentleman routine, I don't know you, man.  I'm certainly not leading you back to my home.  Try not to take it personally but I'm not that stupid."

He sighed again with a small shake of his head, "Seems I've overstepped again. I just wasn't ready to say goodbye just yet.  As you said, you are tired and in need of sleep. It would be selfish of me to keep the beauty from her sleep."

"Hey, if you're awake at this hour you'll probably see me again.  I usually work night shift.  I'm just covering someone else's shifts this week because her kid's sick. There's only a handful of places open around here at four in the morning.  And trust me, I'm definitely always popping in here on my break for coffee.  Otherwise know as the blood that runs through my veins." I said.

He said, "I look forward to that."

"See you later, Mysterious Stranger." I said and turned to leave.

"See you later, Fiesty Nurse." he said.

"Oh, I'm not a nurse." I laughd. "I'm a much bigger nightmare."

"A doctor?" He laughed.

"No." I said turning and walking backwards for a moment.  "A CNA.  Twice the bullshit for half the pay.  Evil incarnate is probably a better name for me."

"Evil incarnate is it!" he called after me.

"Night!" I said. "See ya in four days!"

And I did.

Every night that I worked, I bumped into the mysterious stranger who I soon came to know as Dracula, later shorted to Drac.

Eventually those chance meetings became planned meetups.

He'd be waiting on me with coffee and something to eat- always having claimed to have already eaten or drinking some type of thick liquid from a travel mug.

I wasn't surprised.

He looked like a fit guy and it wouldn't have shocked me in the least for him to be drinking some type of beet juice cleanse.

As was so popular these days.

Fuck it- I just wanted my nachos, man.

Tonight was no different as I approached.

"Hey, Drac." I said as I walked up to him - supremely happy to be rid of my workplace for the night.

"Hello, darling." he said handing over the coffee and whatever he decided to give me to eat.

"You know, you don't have to buy this for me every night." I reminded him. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I appreciate it but-"

"Yes, yes, Miss Independent.  I get it.  However, I like knowing I can buy you a coffee and a meal occassionally." he said taking a sip from his drink.

I eyed it for a moment and sipped my coffee but apparently he could see the wheels turning.

"What are you thinking?" he asked with a slight smirk.

"I think many things." I answered elusively. "I'm a CNA.  I'm still cussing the patient who gave me the bird and his wife who accused me of checking him out.  I mean, I was but checking out someone's abs out of lust and out of a need to cleanse a fucking bullet wound are two different things."

"Don't beat around the bush." he teased.

"I gotta ask." I said before taking a hulking bite of the sandwhich.  "What is that red sludge you're always drinking?"

"The blood of my enemies." he quipped with a smirk and I rolled my eyes.

"You should market that." I said and nudged him with my elbow.  "No really? Is it some kind of beet juice monstrosity?  Because how dare you, sir?  How dare you?"

He chuckled for a moment , "Just a source of nourishment.  Everyone has their diet thing these days don't they?"

I shrugged, "Yeah, I guess.  My diet thing is that I am deeply offended by brussel sprouts.  I hate them so much I would even go so far as to have a doctor LIE and give me a statement to say I was allergic."

"What is your reaction to them?" he played along.

"Extreme bitchiness." I said.

"Oh, so we've got a list of other things that you're allergic to as well." he teased and I promptly socked him in his rather solid arm making him laugh.

"Jerk." I giggled.

"What if it was blood?" he asked.

"Huh?" I asked, draining the last drop of my coffee.

"My drink." he clarified. "What if it was the 'blood of my enemies', so to speak?  What would you do?"

"Look, man." I sighed. "I had a woman come into the emergency room the other night drinking a tea she made from her own hair.  She carried it in a flask on her hip.  I've seen it all. "

He chuckled, "I suppose you have."

"You ok?" I asked noticing his change in demeanor. "Something wrong?"

He gave me a smile but I knew it to be fake.

"Nothing, love." he said settling a hand on my knee.

I looked at it for a moment before I took it in my own.

I could feel him looking at me but I was determined to just look up at the moon instead.

"Drac, you could be flesh eating demon and while it might be a bit shocking- honestly, I've seen worse." I said.  "I've had little girls brought in the emergency room by their supposed father's.  They've had broken arms and bruises and I've wanted nothing more than to take them away from those heartless bastards who I knew were doing unspeakable things to them.  But I couldn't.  But I didn't have prove.  Sometimes you just know but you can't do anything about it.  That's my cross to bare.  Hell, if I had a bloodsucking beast at my disposal I could sick her on every evil person I know."

"Her?" he chuckled. "It's a woman?"

"Well, we are the root of all evil aren't we?" I smirked finally meeting his gaze.

His other hand came up to rest on mine and he sighed and stared at our intwined digits.

"Let's say I knew such a creature." he said. "And this creature was infatuated with you. More than infatuated.  Positively spellbound. And this creature did have to do horrible things to survive but he also cared for you so deeply and would never harm you.  Even knowing what kind of terrible creation he was....would you have him?"

"Are you the creature in this scenario?" I asked and he finally met my gaze.

A deep sigh left them.

"At times, I both love and loathe how clever you are." he said. "But yes."

"Then yeah, sure." I said simply.  

His full brows furrowed as he looked at me, "Yeah? Sure? That's it."

"Listen, man." I said. "If you want me as a snack, I'd already be dead. Plus you buy me food and coffee every night.   That's trustworthy material right there."

"Food and drink earns your trust now?" he chuckled.

"You're not listening." I said. "I work in the medical field. Coffee is my blood and I am always hungry."

"I adore you." he said with a lightness in his dark eyes. "You're impossible but I adore you."

"I tolerate you." I teased him.

He took my teasing in good nature and placed an arm around me, "Just so we are clear on the matter, I have contemplated you as a snack on many occasions.  Just not in the way you might think."

"Oh, I'm not a snack, honey." I sassed him. "I'm a full course meal."

"I shall await the day when I can taste it." he said teasingly.

"You filthy whore!" I laughed and smacked his chest.

And that was how I ended up in relationshp with five hundred year old vampire of all things.

What was most surprising is that he turned out the best relationship I'd ever had.

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New Years: Who Does What

Who Does What

Fun Ghoul: Tends to head his black sand party until the drunks or the Dracs come and break up the fun, at which point, he'll head back to the diner and get loaded as fuck with Poison until they pass out or attempt to have drunken roof sex (attempt being the key word, they usually can't even manage to get their belts off, and yes, the drunken sex attempts happened even before they were together.) They get. Really. Really. Really, obscenely drunk. Cherri tends to bring a large crowd to his black sand parties, and if he’s sober enough, he’ll be down to join some Devil May Care, where the red partakers and black players from Party’s party and his.. death and suffering celebration will mesh together.

Party Poison: He starts off the night at his own red sand party, and occasionally he'll be known to make a show at Pony's silver sand parties for an hour or so. There have been a few drunken kisses, drunken fights, and Poison is usually on SOMETHING by the end of the night. He'll always end up at his own red sand party by the end of the night though, along with the other four. It's sort of a general rule of thumb that the four have to be home and passed out within the red sand lines by sunrise, otherwise he tends to get worried as fuck. Jet stayed at a silver sand party until 6 A.M once and there was hell to pay for not being back in time. Like seriously, don’t mess with Party’s curfews the few times he does set them. Sometimes, the red sand party will move to the fun fair, which isn’t occupied during off season, and they’ll play some Devil May Care with the black sand players from Ghoul’s party.

Jet Star: He probably has one of the most interesting New Years, going from patrolling Yellow's at Neo Pasadena with Mikey, making jokes and cracking a few beers, to being the most fabulous flaunting gay at Pony's parties. One time he got into a slap fight with Chimp after Pony slipped speed into his beer. He has since brought his own beer to said Silver Sand parties. He just BARELY makes it home to the red sand parties in time, which is pretty out of character for him, but New Years he just does whatever the fuck he pleases.

Kobra Kid: Starts off the night with Jet, as said before, but probably most surprising of all, considering his calm nature, he goes and co-hosts Ghoul's black sand party. For the past few years they've been passing each other in kill counts, and it always ends with them having their own fight by the end of the night, but both of them are too drunk to land anything close to real.

The Girl: She starts off the night with Jet and Kobra since the diner is most rowdy at the start of the red sand parties, and then, she'll go off with Jet to silver sand parties, everyone at Pony's party knows better than to fuck with her, because she WILL kick you in the crotch. That's actually how she got banned from Ghoul's black sand parties, where she, surprisingly, did very well for herself. She'll still make an appearance from time to time to light a sparkler into a dead Drac's head. Then, she'll head back to the diner, dance with Poison, he'll even let her have "one sip"... along with the other four, but none of them know the other give her sips, so she ends up having about a full bottle's worth of beer, but she's not about to ruin her fun over this.

Show Pony: As stated before, he heads up his own silver parties, getting so drunk he legitimately cannot remember his own name for a straight week, and usually spends the day after on the couch, groaning and not moving and begging Doc for more beer: "My head hurtsssss beer will numb ittttttt"

Doctor Death Defying: Fucking hell, you didn't think he'd stick around for the Silver parties did you? HELL no, he goes to none other than the most intense black sand party in the zones, Fun Ghoul's, and there's a common saying that the party doesn't start until the doctor is in the house. Any Joys that get hurt at black sands, he'll care for immediately, but any of the Dracs that enter are fair game. He's ended up kicking Fun Ghoul and Kobra Kid's asses a couple of time, he gets pretty wild on adrenaline at those parties.

Tommy Chow Mein: He'll start off the night at some of the tamer silver sand parties, pedaling drugs, as per his usual prickly self, but he will also make appearances at red sands to sell sparklers and more beer for anyone who can still hold it down. He’ll then head to Ghoul’s black sand parties, and most years, he manages to refrain from joining, instead, making sure Doc is alright, providing necessary medical supplies (for a price) to Joys who just don’t know when to step out of the black circle, and although he’ll never admit it, watching Ghoul from a distance to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself. He cares about that greasy fucker, damn it. Cherri Cola: Cherri used to host his own black sand parties, but then his and Ghoul’s congealed into one large party. He’s alright with that though, larger crowd, and that means more Dracs tend to drop by. More kills for him. He’s even started taking his son these past few years. They say Jackie Cola’s a real good shot when his Dad let’s him do more than just watch. They say he might be the next Party Poison. Some say that kid’s already earned himself a name. - Wow, two in one day, and two good ones if I do say so myself. I hope you guys enjoyed, also, for those of you who notice, I did name Cherri Cola’s son in this set of headcanons. Some of you might know, but I do have my own Killjoy roleplay, so I sort of let slip the name we use for Cherri’s son in that roleplay, and if you guys like that, then please let me know, it’d be much appreciated, as I have many more ideas, including Tommy having a son (already named and a character that I’ve established) and a bunch of other fun things that could be cool for headcanons. I’m aware it’s been thought of by a few people that Tommy had a wife and son lost in the war, but I’ve got a few headcanons in the closet stashed about them, including him rescuing his son from the city, and things of that nature, so, PLEASE let me know if you’re interested.

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Now I'm curious. Does ghoul have faves? Kobra? Party? What about the Girl

Oof I spent way too much time on this and then didn’t proofread it….but here u go. (For the rest of the Four I’m excluding the Girl again, because she’s still so young that she has a very different relationship with them than they have with each other.) 

KOBRA

For Kobra, you almost have to exclude Poison from the start, because from being raised together and sharing so much of life, they’re on the same wavelength to where they can have whole conversations without saying a word. However, Poison can be loud — and obnoxious with razor-sharp precision like any good brother is  — so Kobra often needs space, even from him. It literally just depends what mood he’s in, who he most likes to spend time with on any given day. If he’s feeling mischievous, Ghoul is the obvious choice for a partner in crime. (Those two will also rag on each other incessantly, but it’s all in good fun and they’re pretty well attuned by now to when they need to back off before they hit an actual nerve.) And Jet, a man of relatively few words himself, is great for just being in the same room with while doing your own thing. (And once Kobra warmed up to him? Jet quickly became one of his favorite huggers in the world.) If you straight-up asked Kobra, though, he’d just snort, because he doesn’t even have to think about it, and because you should already know. No matter how unbearable his brother can be, it’s always Poison. 

POISON

Of course we have to start with Kobra, here. Poison perhaps has more of a bent toward protective than companionable feelings for Kobra, but he still feels incredibly close to him. They’re so close that you rarely see them physically side by side when they’re hanging out. More often than not, they will be on opposite sides of the room and merely sending occasional looks that will have the other making a face or outright laughing like there’s an actual verbal conversation going on that only they can hear. That said, Kobra can be moody quite often and won’t speak to anybody at all, not even to Poison by telepathy or whatever the hell it is that they can do, and gets even more moody if Poison tries to cheer him up and make him come do something with him. (That or he’ll ramble for hours about something Poison couldn’t give less of a shit about, like lizards or the care and feeding of succulents or different kinds of bike tires and how they respond on different terrains….)  So however borderline codependent they may be, it’s not an end-all be-all and their relationship doesn’t come at the expense of their relationships with other crewmembers. 

It’s nearly impossible to rile Jet. Poison knows, because Poison has tried. This discovery would make most people more comfortable around Jet; Poison finds it uncanny and infuriating. No one should be that unflappable. (He’s determined to find more of Jet’s buttons, so that’s kind of a subconscious ongoing mission of his.) However, if Poison’s feeling unspecifiably fragile, (and therefore acting the most assholeish), Jet is a steadying presence, as big and sturdy and unmovable as a joshua tree. For this, Poison is secretly glad Jet is unofficially the actual leader of the crew. And yet Poison’s never quite shaken the feeling that Jet is always…watching him. Not judging him—just trying to figure him out, see under the Party Poison mask, predict if he’s going to blow up at someone or fall into a panic in a given circumstance. Poison’s never been sure if this is actually the case or just his imagination. 

Ghoul can take whatever you give him and throw it right back. His addition to the crew was actually a godsend for everybody else, because Poison finally had an outlet for what seemed like an infinite amount of pent-up aggression. More often than not, they can be found wrestling on the floor somewhere without check, like they’re genuinely trying to kill each other (the rest of the crew have learned it’s best to just step around them), or screaming insults at each other. What’s more jarring is when they’re both being amicable. They skip making up entirely; there’s nothing to make up. (When Kobra first noticed Poison had started letting Ghoul touch up his hair, the two of them were on the receiving end of frequent horrified, wary side-eyed looks for a full week before he seemed to be satisfied that this was as far as things were going to go.). They were made for cuddling each other — they’re most alike in size of everyone at the diner, so they love hugging and snuggling once they’ve exhausted their excess frustration. 

GHOUL

Ghoul, who’s still trying to learn gentleness for the first time (it’s easy with the Girl, but a little more difficult with everyone else), is grudgingly fascinated how desert-hardened Jet can be so strong and yet remain so in control of that strength. Jet is fucking tough, tough as nails, but Ghoul’s never seen him use brute force on anyone besides a drac. Even at Ghoul’s worse, Jet has never lashed out at him. That’s nice. More than Ghoul deserves, certainly. The other nice thing about Jet is that he lets Ghoul be, much like the crew treats predator animals they encounter when they’re out in the open after dark. A desertborn attitude — live and let live. Jet doesn’t pry, doesn’t ask questions. Doesn’t try to change him. Ghoul’s grateful for that. 

Kobra is like, 12. And what a weirdo. Ghoul doesn’t get him at all. He has to respect the kid, though, because despite his quirks Kobra is a keen strategist, a formidable prank partner, and not scared of getting the shit beaten out of him — whether it’s in a fight or a bike accident or whatever. Not to mention he’s got a helluva pokerface, and a dark, sardonic sense of humor to rival Ghoul’s own. So yeah, Ghoul likes Kobra just fine. 

Ghoul trusts Poison completely, full stop. He’s not sure how much Poison does. There’s a huge, scary amount of trust between them, he knows, but he gets the feeling Poison has many more layers he still isn’t ready to show Ghoul. Which is fair, because some things Ghoul doesn’t want to bring up, either. (Not because it’s Poison. Poison would never laugh, or dismiss him, or judge. Ghoul just doesn’t want to think about certain things, let alone talk about them.) When they first met, Poison saved his life, probably (Ghoul maintains to himself he would’ve been fine even without his help), which under normal circumstances would’ve made Ghoul hate Poison’s guts forever. But Poison never acted like Ghoul owed him anything. As soon as Ghoul was well enough to take it, he treated Ghoul with the same abrasive combativeness he did everyone else. And Ghoul loved him for it. Poison never pulled punches, with him. That was what made Ghoul ultimately come to trust Poison with his softer side, too, oddly enough. 

THE GIRL

Jet is strong and smart and big. He can lift the Girl off the ground with one hand and he knows everything about how to not get killed in the desert, which is really important. Being the biggest means he’s the best for climbing up, which is also important. And even though he only has one eye anymore, he’s a killer shot. He’s super dangerous for bad guys and can even throw whole people across a room! He’s always nice to the Girl and Party and Kobra and Ghoulie, though. 

Kobra is so cool. He even gave the Girl a pair of sunglasses, so she could be cool too. Kobra knows everything about bikes and computers and martial arts, and he’s even started teaching her some sick moves. (She’s still too small to ride a bike, though.) She appreciates how Kobra tells things like they are, even though he still does his darndest to shield her from actually seeing things like they are when they’re out running the zones. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking sometimes, but she guesses that’s just part of being cool. 

Ghoul is so fun. Which is fitting, given his full name, but yeah — he lets the Girl do the really fun stuff. At least when Jet isn’t watching. He knows everything about blowing stuff up and making things catch on fire. It doesn’t get much funner than that! And yet there’s something about the way Ghoul looks at her from a distance, sometimes. Like he’s seeing somebody else. It’s kind of creepy, but it happens rarely enough that she’s never mentioned it. 

Party is…a lot of things. He’s a really good artist, and a good teacher of it, too. He’s even taken the Girl out to do graffiti before, not just paint on the diner walls. He can be scary sometimes, but never in her direction. When they’re in public and he jumps up onto something and starts talking really loud, everyone shuts up and listens and does whatever he says. His eyes can get scary when he’s like that (if he’s angry, not just excited). However, if he catches the Girl watching him and remembers, afterward, he’ll usually shoot her a wink so she’ll know everything is okay. And he’s never given the Girl a reason to believe he’d ever turn that anger on her. Sometimes after a clap he gives hugs so tight they hurt, but the Girl isn’t bothered by that. The only thing that bothers her about Party is that he reminds her of someone, occasionally — in a fleeting expression, in the tilt of his head, in a smile. She’s never been able to put a finger on who. 

[darksunrising]

Sola Gratia (15/?)

Masterlist

Rating / Warnings : No particular warning.

Fandom : Bram Stoker’s Dracula, BBC’s Dracula, various Dracula and vampire lore.

Part 15/? (2998 words)

Author’s notes : This chapter is under Leah’s point of view ! There will be a few of them from time to time, as I’d like to explore her vision of the events too, but don’t worry, Drac and Eris will be back soon ;)

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I woke up in a cold sweat. Like right after a nightmare, although I couldn't remember anything from my sleep. Hair splayed over her pillow, Eris was still fast asleep. She looked so peaceful, her chest rising softly with every breath. Seeing her so calm almost allowed me to put my mind at ease with the whole situation. She was very far from being an idiot, or careless. If she didn't seem concerned with the man, maybe I could, or should, trust her judgement. She was rarely wrong in her instincts about people. Especially in that situation, I could hardly see her blindly give her trust to someone so dangerous.

Holding back a loud sigh, I checked my phone. It was barely 6am. The dark outside was still bathing the room in a blue haze, the imminent sunrise only betrayed by a faint blush over the horizon.

Knowing there was no way I'd fall asleep again, I jumped down from the bed, leaving Eris to finish her night. As always after a rough sleep, I was dying of thirst. Trying to make as little noise as I could, not to wake my friend or attract any fiend, I slipped out of the room, and made my way back to the living room.

There, an opening in the wall I already had noticed gave onto a dining room, and I figured I would be able to find the kitchen from there. As I crossed the door, I was surprised to see a modern, fully equipped one. I mean, for someone who didn't cook, that was almost suspicious. Shrugging it off for now, I found a glass in a cupboard, and went to the sink to get my nice, refreshing-

“Thought I heard something.”

I jumped, and dropped the glass, which shattered at the bottom of the sink. Quickly turning over, I noticed the tall silhouette leaning on the frame of the door. Letting out a long sigh, I waited a few moments to let my heartbeat to go back to normal. Of course she stayed. Her long, silvery hair was tied in a loose braid, softly swaying in her back. She traded her Renaissance outfit for something more, well, modern, so to speak.

“I didn't think I could scare you like this, please accept my apologies.”

Her tone was sincere, but a twinkle in her eyes, and the smirk settling on her lips told me otherwise. I discreetly glanced around for a weapon of some sort, if it came to that.

“Oh, don't worry, I've already eaten, I'm not here for that”, she laughed.

“Do tell, please. The suspense is killing me.”

That's right, dumbass, be sarcastic with the murder machine, see if that works out. She stepped towards me, and set her elbows on the island, leaning in.

“Let's say you got me curious”, she mused, smiling, her eyes narrowing like a content cat. “Not a lot of people would have dared threaten Drac like that. Fewer have done so and lived to tell the tale, actually.”

A shiver ran down my spine. “Lucky me.”

“Or, more likely, he's not the man he once was”, she retorted, wincing.

More than disdain, a twitch in her eyebrows betrayed worry.

“I am worried”, she told me, as if she'd read my mind. “If we are facing the threat I believe we are, we should need Dracula The Impaler, not Vlad The Tired Grandpa”, she sighed.

Nothing about Vlad screamed “grandpa” to me, but then again, I wasn't that savvy on vampiric standards of fitness.

“Why are you telling me this ?”, I asked, starting to feel a bit curious too.

“Because”, she began, standing back up, “I need your help. I've gathered that you broke into MINA's servers once before, is that correct ?”

Ah, that. I confirmed, nodding.

“Well, every murder I used to attribute to Vlad in the region is immediately classified, and brought to them. If I should hope to find their trail, I need access to those files, or at least, a crime scene.”

She sounded frustrated. Being what she was, I could understand why she'd be a bit reluctant to go find her informations in a vampire hunter den.

“So you need me to find that information, then”, I suggested, crossing my arms over my chest.

She confirmed. I didn't give any answer, and turned to the sink, decidedly picking up the shards of glass, placing them on the counter. I suddenly felt Carmilla's presence close behind me.

“No, let me, you'll cut yourself-”, she softly told me.

Obviously, my finger slipped on the sharp edge, which easily sliced through the skin. Red started pearling at the cut, and I could only let a small “fuck” escape my lips. I froze for a second, maybe waiting for Carmilla's reaction as I felt her breath on the nape or my neck. I barely felt her hands grazing over my shoulders, one taking the glass from me, the other one wrapping around my hand, and bringing it up. Completely stunned, I didn't react as her tongue slowly ran up my finger, catching the drop of blood before it could run further down. She took her time, and as soon as she passed along the wound, a jolt of electricity ran through my body. For a second, I felt my knees give out, but she had me secured, her arm firmly around my waist. As suddenly as she started, she released my hand, and I was surprised to find only a fine white line where my finger was open before. I turned back towards her, and must have looked as confused as I felt, as she started grinning. Her smile revealed two sets of fangs, poking from underneath her upper lip, slowly retracting. For a second, I could have sworn her icy blue eyes were entirely red, but in a blink, they were back to normal.

“Vampire saliva has enhanced healing properties”, she explained. “Otherwise, we'd bleed people out every time we'd like a drink.”

“I just assumed you did”, I replied, feeling out the barely noticeable scar. She had a crystalline laughter.

“Can you imagine ? Humanity would already be extinct, if that were the case. Turns out you don't need much of our help on that.”

“How much blood do you need to be sated, then ?”, I asked, my curiosity taking the lead over my apprehension of the answer.

I couldn't believe I was actually asking those questions. Before she miraculously healed my cut, I still could have believed this was some very advanced role-play situation. There she was, leaning back on the island, lips slightly parted, a low, purring sound faintly coming from deep inside her throat. Those perfectly shaped lips, a perfect golden pink, darker than her skin, tainted on the corner by a drop of red. Her tongue darted out to clean it. I wondered if the feeling would be the same if I kissed her... Fuck, focus ! Focus !

“Let's make a deal, shall we ? You help me with my problem, and I'll tell you everything you wanna know about vampires. Sounds like a fair bargain, doesn't it ?”

I pretended to consider it a second. She played along, even though I knew I usually did a terrible job at hiding my excitement. Don't get me wrong, I was still mostly terrified, but how often do you get to do a study on actual immortal beings ? Were they actually immortal ? Could they eat anything other than blood ? Now that I thought about it, I never saw Vlad eat or drink something, ever. Huh, that should have been a red flag. I held out my hand, and she shook it in a falsely formal way. That had us laughing after a second. God, she had such a pretty laugh.

“Well, you sure changed your mind fast.”

Eris stepped into the room, and sat up on the counter. Her tousled hair was cascading onto her shoulders, her hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. I suddenly was very aware of the way Carmilla's thumbs slowly brushed over my hands as she held them. I could feel my face go red. Ah, a taste of my own medicine.

“Leah was telling me how she'd help with my investigation”, Carmilla told my friend.

“Really ?”, she sounded genuinely surprised. “How ?”

“I'm hacking into MINA again”, I told her. “I know what to expect now, and Carmilla says it's the best way to get an edge on the bad guy.”

“The Elder”, Carmilla precised, a dark shade over her bright eyes.

Eris nodded softly, her face suddenly drained of all colors. She fidgeted with the belt cord of her pajama pants, doing and undoing the knots at the end. I couldn't believe those assholes at MINA actually showed her pictures. Couldn't imagine what that must have been like... Not pretty, I assumed. I shuddered at the thought that I might have to deal with those in the very near future.

“I'll go find Vlad, we still need to find a way to ensure safety to you both”, Carmilla told us.

She let go of my hands, giving them a squeeze before she left, the click of her heels  fading in the halls. Still perched on the counter, Eris was intently looking at me, and she opened her mouth as to say something.

“Don't ! I'm warning you !”, I interrupted her.

She laughed. “Come on, I'm allowed to point out the irony.”

“There is nothing there to point at.”

“Sure, right. You look thirstier than her, honey.”

I let out a long groan, but couldn't help but smile. I mean, yeah, sure, Carmilla was the most mesmerizing, beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life, but did that have to mean I had any feelings for her ? No. I mean, one can appreciate beauty without necessarily falling in love. Iwas fine. I didn't have the time to further defend myself, however, as Carmilla soon came back, in the middle of an agitated conversation with Vlad, in something I assumed had to be a very accented Romanian. I had heard Eris speak it often enough, but hers had to be much more academic than theirs.

“Is everything okay ?”, Eris asked.

“Fine. I was telling Carmilla how the best solution would be that you both stayed here, where it's safe”, Vlad replied, insisting on the last word.

He somehow looked tired, his complexion almost chalky, eyebrows furrowed in a worried expression.

“And I was telling Vlad we can't let the Elder know we're onto him”, Carmilla insisted.

Vlad cursed under his breath, but Eris interrupted.

“Vlad, I can't stay here”, she told him in a soft, but firm tone. “I have classes, I can't just ditch my students like that. I have a cat that's probably tearing my flat apart because I didn't feed him last night, I can't go on a holiday unprompted !”

“Do you understand the gravity of the situation ? I won't have you end up the main attraction of a Penny Dreadful !”

“First of all, no one talks like that. Second, you gave me a vampire-killing gun for that exact purpose.” She hopped down from the counter, and took a look at me. “I don't know about Leah, but you are taking me back to my place as soon as I'm dressed.”

She took his hand in both hers. They looked so tiny next to his. “I'll be fine”, she almost only mouthed, looking at him, and smiling. He took a moment, then his shoulders dropped in defeat, and he sighed. “Fine”. Who wouldn't have melted at her face, and her little smile ? God, she had him wrapped around her little finger, didn't she ?

She proposed we both got dressed, and I realized I was still only wearing a flannel shirt, mercifully dropping past my mid-thigh. Eris placed a little kiss on Vlad's hand, and I followed her out. She almost gave the impression that she floated more than she walked, a dreamy smile plastered on her lips. As soon as we stepped into her room, I closed the door behind us.

“Alright, something happened”, I accused her. “What happened ?”

She took an innocent expression, but the pink on her cheeks fooled exactly no one. I pressed her, to which she still denied knowing whatever I was referring to. I leapt to her, making the both of us fall onto the bed. I pinned her down, and he pretended to struggle, which had the both of us laughing like schoolgirls. She finally took a deep breath.

“We kissed”, she admitted, avoiding my gaze.

“That's it ? One kiss ? Are you twelve ?!”

I was absolutely outraged. I mean, she had made me used to way better in terms of sentimental gossip. To say the least, she didn't have the most stable, or calm relationships, and I always loved to hear the sordid details. And now, she was blushing like a little girl because of a kiss. I mean, you would have thought a crush on an actual vampire called for a little bit more action, damn. She reached over her head for a pillow, and bashed me over the head with it.

“Oh, shut up !”, she protested. “It's been a long time, alright ?”

“Come on, you broke up with Sonja like two months ago”, I sighed.

“Three and a half”, she clarified, sitting back up.

Ah, leave it to me to bring up an ex and ruin the mood. They dated what, three years, before they started to “drift apart”. I always thought they were great together, and I felt like their break-up made me cry more than the two of them combined. They actually had to comfort me. They tried remaining friends for a while. That's when she started her burn-out, and decided to fuck off to Romania for a week. I never was one to question her process, so me and Sonja stayed out of it and only helped her plan the trip. Turns out, maybe we should have sent her the weather predictions for that week, huh ? As she was already gone, Sonja found a contract in the south of the country, only to come back in the beginning of summer. I figured that might leave Eris the time to heal. And I thought, as she still seemed pretty down after she came back, that the handsome mysterious stranger could help with that. Had I known he tried murdering her a week prior, I would probably have reconsidered.

We both got dressed, changing the subject to her next classes. She barely prepared them, given all that had been on her mind of late. She already had the dreaded meeting with Stephan Helder-Van-Helsing and Laurent, and the latter had agreed to tutor him on his master's degree, enrolling Eris as a secondary tutor. The kid was eager, and she was sure to get an email from him every couple of days, asking for her advice on his research, or sometimes, sending her articles he thought she'd like. She pretended to be annoyed, but I knew she found it somewhat endearing.

As soon as she was ready, she insisted on leaving fast, leaving me alone with Carmilla. I suspected this was some sort of revenge for my plotting at the faire, as she stepped out with a mischievous smile, and a wink. I gave her the finger, and she blew me a kiss. As I closed the front door, Carmilla came into the hall, holding a soviet Union looking industrial computer, and handed it to me. The bitch had to weigh ten pounds.

“Let's not lose any more time. We should get to work.”

“I can't work on this, Carmilla”, I told her with an apologetic smile. “I need my tools. I mean, they caught me once because I was careless. If they even notice someone is trying to hack them again, I'll be their number one suspect.”

She looked disappointed. “Well, what do you need ?”

“I have everything at home. Plus, it's always better to hide in a crowd, the city will be better.”

She nodded along, and clapped her hands together. “Let's go, then.”

“Vlad took the car, didn't he ?”, I enquired as we went outside.

She shook a set of keys between her fingers. “I went for a snack last night, and brought back mine”, she told me, and pointed at a blue pick-up.

It was parked sideways, and the tires had left deep marks in the white gravel. An old Chevrolet pickup, the paint chipping away to show a little rust, but overall, pretty well maintained.

“That's not what I expected”, I told her as I settled on the leather seats.

“Listen, Vlad likes his cars expensive and shiny, I like mine reliable.” she gave a affectionate slap on the dashboard. “I've had her for more than fifty years, and she's never let me down.”

Her comment made me wonder how old she actually was. I mean, Vlad was a few centuries old, and they seemed to know each other pretty well. She probably turned younger than him, as she didn't look more than thirty-five or so. She slipped on a pair of driving leather gloves, and started the car. The engine roared nicely, and I barely had the time to put in my seat-belt before she rushed off into the road. Instinctively grabbing the handle on the roof, I protested.

“Hey, only one of us is invulnerable in here !”

She assured me she never had an accident, which I seriously doubted. I was coming to regret Vlad's smooth driving, compared to speed maniac cackling next to me. She turned on the cassette player, catching the middle of Mr. Blue Sky. She started singing along, and I joined her, laughing as the sun finished to burn up the sky.

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[mock-star-aq]

Supermonster Dinner Party: a Dragula fic.

Happy Holidays y'all! This is my fic for the @rpdrficexchange for Wolfie, aka Wolfie @thepastpresentandfutureofdrag !! I hope you like this darling! (For some reason I can't tag you in this?)

This is a weird cannon divergent style where they are their drag personas but dragula and drag race still happened, (if that makes sense) so make of that what you will.

Edit: Thanks to @hellobiqtchlasagna for helping me come up with the surprise at the end. I forgot to credit them in my rush to get my fic up and I feel bad😅

"Do you know anything about him?" Vander asked, pulling a batch of cookies out of the oven and sliding them onto a cooling rack. Biqtch was leaning against the wall, nursing a mixed drink.

"Just that he's Boulet approved, same as you." Biqtch drawled. " Swan actually told me to be nice, as if I would be mean to anyone who wasn't mean first, or a Republican." 

"You can be a bit crass at first. Drac told me to be mindful of not coming across too snooty, but she's one to speak." 

"Oop, I'm snitching! I'm going to tell her you said that!" 

"Oh, she knows, she makes fun of herself. And she would just brush it off. I can tease her a little since I know her relatively well." 

"Yeah that's fair, Lord knows they talk shit about us all the time in private."

"I'm pretty sure it's mostly good things, but yeah, they absolutely poke at our screwups with each other. " 

"Because they want the best from us, cause we're super monsters and all that." Biqtch pushed herself up from the wall, crossing over and rinsing out her cup to use again later. 

"And also because we have to work together from now on, so we have to be at least cordial to each other." Vander said, pulling out her phone to check the time. "He should be here anytime now. I told him 6, and it's 5:55." 

Just as Vander stopped speaking, the doorbell rang. 

"Speak of the devil, that should be him." Vander motioned for Biqtch to follow her as she went to the door, smoothing out some wrinkles from Biqtch's shirt before opening the door wide. 

"Hi, nice to finally meet you! Landon, right?" 

"Yup, Landon Cider. Nice to meet you too." He affirmed, holding a hot bag. Vander waved him inside and relieved him of his dish, allowing him to hang his coat up as Biqtch closed the door. 

"Nice to finally meet you, I'm Biqtch Pudding, and that's Vander Von Odd. You're hot as shit." Biqtch introduced herself, leaning against the wall as Landon took off his outerwear. The most prominent thing about him was how chiseled he was, even his face. The Boulets weren't ones to choose supermonsters based on conventional standards of beauty, but Landon was certainly very attractive. 

"Ah yes, you two are infamous. The first two supermonsters!" Landon smiled, slightly blushing at Biqtch's remark.

"I hope our fearsome reputation precedes us." Biqtch flexed, her arm about half the size of Landon's. 

"Landon, does this need to be warmed up at all?" Vander asked, holding up a casserole dish from the hot bag, interrupting before Biqtch could embarrass herself more. 

"Maybe? I pulled it out of the oven before I left, so it should still be warm." He crossed over and took off the top, holding his hand over what appeared to be a lasagna. "Oh it's fine. It probably needs to cool down a little actually. Biqtch, I know you're a vegetarian, so this is just cheese." 

"Yasss thanks doll!" Biqtch cheered. "What do you want to drink?" Biqtch led Landon over to Vander's drink cart as Vander pulled together the last little bits of the meal and set the table. She put the basket of rolls down as Landon and Biqtch came back, and Landon immediately put his drink down to help Vander put the last few things on the table. 

"Thanks babe." Vander said as they all sat down at the table and started serving food. It was quiet for the first few minutes while they ate, but then Vander started asking Landon questions, since the main point of the dinner was to get to know him. 

"So tell us about yourself Landon, where are you from, what do you do outside of doing performing .."

"Are you single?" Biqtch interjected. And Landon chuckled before responding. 

"Well, I'm from Long Beach, and I have a Hispanic background. I am happily married, sorry Biqtch." He apologized, and Biqtch pretended to be upset, pouting and snapping her fingers before sitting up and shoving his shoulder, indicating that she was joking. 

"We fucked like the all of the drag race winners do when they win but neither one of us liked it, so she was hoping to get a second chance." Vander explained, and Landon spit out his drink. 

"And you know that HOW?!" He spluttered as Biqtch clapped him on his back. 

"Sasha told me. She doesn't love the tradition, but I have a feeling she'll change her tune if Shea wins an allstar season." 

"So they haven't fucked?" 

"Oh no, they have. And they'll take any excuse to fuck. They're just rarely in the same place at the same time anymore. Trust me, Sasha's an open book once you get to know her well enough. So are most of the other RuGirls. Several of the other winners have offered to include us in the tradition, but unfortunately that probably ends with you. At least the sex part, most of them would probably be willing to makeout with you or cuddle with you." 

"Fine by me!" Landon declared, wiping his brow. And they all started laughing. 

"Yeah, we all saw you make out with Evah!" Vander teased, and Biqtch hooted appreciatively. 

"Neither of you can talk!" Landon retorted, and they all started laughing harder. "Biqtch is a dick pig and Vander handled a pup during her final floor show. Hypocrites, both of you!" He wheezed out, clutching his stomach with one hand while pointing with the other. 

"Look at the pot calling the kettle black!" Biqtch screeched. 

The rest of the night dissolved into hysterics, scream laughing at each other so loud it was a wonder they didn't get a noise complaint. The food was barely touched and cold, but no one cared. 

"I was inside so I couldn't see, but you could just hear her screaming! FUCK THE BIG PICTURE CLINT!!!" 

"That's better than Loris's temper tantrum. "NoT tOnIgHt!" 

"Well we didn't have any fun catchphrases like y'all did!"

"Bitch the fuck you mean? Everything that came out of Disasterina's mouth was fucking iconic! "Attention human males? She's murdering my pussy?" You just gotta think!" 

"Ooh ooh! I know! "You're just a trigger happy alcoholic that's what I said bitch you gotta pop a xanax every 10 fucking minutes!" That's the closest thing  Dragula has to the sugar daddy speech so far!"  

"Ok, you both are right. What can I say? I just a dummy ass thick Biqtch." She joked, standing up slightly to twerk slightly to the amusement of Vander and Landon, who laughed even harder.

The doorbell rang, interrupting their laughter. Vander got up to answer it, and came back carrying a white box, slightly damp from the snow. 

"What is that?" Biqtch asked as she and Landon got up and walked over to the counter where Vander sat it down. 

"No idea, but it's addressed to me and it's from a really nice bakery." Vander replied, cutting the string tied around the box off with a pair of scissors and opening the box. All of their jaws dropped as the lid fell back and revealed what was inside. Biqtch came to her senses first, hunching over laughing and clutching the counter. Vander covered her mouth and started wheezing as Landon chuckled and pinching his forehead as if he couldn't believe his eyes. 

"That is not what I think it is." 

"It is." Vander and Biqtch said in unison. Biqtch pulled out her phone and took a picture, still laughing. 

"I'm sending this to her right now. It's so lifelike, and I should know, I stared at her mug for weeks!" Vander laughed, kneeling to get a better look. 

"Did she send it?" Landon asked, taking out his own phone to take a picture. Vander plucked up an envelope that was beside the cake and opened it, laughing harder when she read it. 

" It's from the Boulets." She wheezed. 

" Happy Holidays uglies. Hope you don't mind if Meatball crashes your supermonster dinner party. We truly are proud of you all. XOXO. Dracmorda and Swanthula."

"Swan wrote that." Biqtch said, looking over Vander's shoulder. "Drac has chicken scratch." 

"Ooh! I'm snitching!" Vander mocked, and Biqtch doubled over again while Landon laughed in a confused way. 

"So who wants to do the honors of cutting Meatball's head and seeing what flavor her brain is?" 

"Landon should do it, welcome to the family bro. " Biqtch said. Vander nodded and handed Landon a knife, which he took. 

"Alright, cheers Meatball." Landon said as he sunk the knife into the cake shaped like her head and cut away a piece. 

"It looks like Red Velvet." Vander said as she held out a plate for Landon to put the cake piece on. 

"That's clever as fuck!" Biqtch smiled, watching as Landon cut the next piece. 

"Now I know how the Boulets feel, this is a powerful feeling, slicing someone up." 

"Oh he's definitely one of us!" Biqtch cheered, high fiving Vander. Biqtch high fived Landon as Vander's phone went off and she unlocked it. 

"Swan's glad to hear we got it and Meatball sent a bunch of grave emojis." 

"That tracks." Biqtch said as Vander put her phone away and went to grab wine glasses and a bottle, uncorking it and handing them all a glass of red wine.

"A toast." She said as she held up her glass. "To the Boulets, to Dragula, to good food and good times, and to the supermonsters, past, reigning, and future. Cheers." 

"Cheers!" Biqtch and Landon echoed. And they all drank. 

"Now let's go eat our cold food and our Meatball head cake." Vander directed. "This is a dinner party after all." 

"A holiday dinner party! Where's the mistletoe?" Biqtch joked.

"I am not kissing you again! Once was enough!" 

"Spoil sport. Landon will make out with me, won't you Landon?" 

"Umm, we'll talk. " 

"That wasn't a no!" 

Landon rolled his eyes and laughed at Biqtch's perseverance and Vander's apologetic face. This family was strange and weird and unconventional, but he loved it and wouldn't have it any other way.

[ciestessde]

Chapter 5

A few years have passed, now. This body is in its late-teens.

Yet it hasn’t even grown a foot in height.

[Beginning]

It’s early morning. The sun hasn’t yet risen, but its light peeks out from behind the mountains.

Xihrae and Tess are sitting at the table in the castle’s library, papers strewn all over every surface in vaguely-organized piles. So that Xihrae can read, we’ve lit every torch along the walls. It’s not painful, but the room is slightly too bright for Tess’s comfort. Much longer and she could get another headache -- something this form seems prone to.

“What’s all this?” Tess flinches. < No, no, he’s not supposed to be here! I thought Drac was helping the maids hunt! >

She glances up from the papers in her hands. < Gah, he must have gotten done early, somehow! I was so focused, I didn’t even hear the door open- > < -Assuming Drac even opened it to begin with and didn’t, oh… just slip in underneath it using his mist form? > I jab at her, still trying to get her to ask Drac how he does that, but Tess is too nervous about Drac’s sudden entry to reply.

Despite having been hunting, he’s dressed in his usual far-too-expensive-to-actually-be-practical robes. Tess drops her gaze back to the papers. We were hoping to keep this a secret for a bit longer. Things aren’t quite ready yet, but… Oh well. Nothing to be done about it now.

“It’s research. On the villagers.” Tess sets the papers down, resigning herself to having to deal with an angry Drac. She looks up at him -- but he’s not looking at her anymore. He’s glaring -- at Xihrae. … Oh, no. He hates it when anyone enters his territory uninvited.

If I wasn’t so nervous, I might’ve taken control of Tess’s body to glare at Xihrae. The jerk probably -- no, he definitely planned this little scenario. < Damn you, you adrenaline-junky! >

“And who, may I ask, is this?” His voice actually manages to send shivers down Tess’s spine. No small feat. She swallows her nerves. < I must stay calm. This needs to work! > “This is Xihrae.” She glances at the human in question -- he’s not even paying attention, not worried at all. Jeez… Typical. < What, not enough of a high for you?! > “He was with those travelling performers that visited a couple months ago. I… took a liking to him. And…” She pauses and takes a breath. < Here goes, > “-I knew he’d be useful.”

“Useful.” Drac finally turns his gaze back to her. “And how, precisely, is a human ‘useful’ to us?”

< Drac is as stiff as a statue. > < Maybe I can still calm him down…? > < ... Worth a shot. > “The villagers are more likely to trust us if-”

“Why on this godforsaken planet would we need those mortals to trust us…?”

< Well, uh… He’s not screaming yet, at least? > < Sure, but your chances of calming him are slipping. > < Either be helpful, or stay out of this, jerk! >

< Jeez! How best to get him to listen…? ... Maybe appealing to practicality? > “As the nearest supply of blood, it will be much easier-” “Have you forgotten what I taught you?!”

< Nope. > < Yeah, too late. Time to just ride it out. I’ll get my chance to talk eventually. >

“They killed everyone! And I could do NOTHING!” His arms are waving, no longer held stiffly at his sides. “They cursed me -- trapped me in my own home! I had to sit here, on this pile of dirt, while my friends and family died in battle! The humans slaughtered us!”

He’s pacing now. His robes woosh and snap behind him as he moves. Xihrae still only has eyes for the papers on the table in front of him. < Hey. Jerkwad. I know we worked out your cover beforehand -- and I’m sure you’ve determined ~EvErYtHiNg WiLl WoRk OuT fInE~ -- but a little help WOULD STILL BE APPRECIATED! > The jerk just smirks. < No need. Tess hasn’t completed Dracula’s transformation yet, and this outburst will help speed that along. We need to gain more influence over him before we can execute the next step.

< And besides… > He glances up at the angry, powerful vampire that’s on the verge of killing him, his smirk widening, < … Isn’t this FUN?! > < Remind me why I’m friends with you two psychos. > < ~Because you love us~! > Tess chips in.

“You and I are all that’s left- and you are a mere dhampir! A powerful dhampir, yes. Perhaps even as powerful as a normal vampire -- but you are more frail than an average dhampir, without a vampire’s immortality, and incapable of ever fully turning!” He stops his pacing to lock his glare into her eyes. “And you wish to befriend the very creatures that caused this?! I thought the goal -- OUR mission -- was to restore vampires! Not befriend our enemies!” Anger rolls off of him. His eyes are even glowing.

< Jeez he’s mad! > < It is a bit of an overreaction. > < A bit?! How do you put up with this?! >

“Tell me, because I truly cannot comprehend why you would want to do such a thing!!!” Despite not strictly needing to breath, he’s out of breath from that outburst. Tess lets him stand there, recovering, for a few moments before, voice as calm and confident as possible, she finishes her explanation. “In order to increase our numbers, we first need a reliable food supply. If the villagers trust us, the benefits will be threefold: They’ll supply the consistent source of blood we’ll need, some of them may volunteer to be turned, and they may even help to hide us from other humans.”

She holds up some of the papers, “So I’ve been researching and planning the best ways to go about gaining their trust- “-For example,” she exchanges the papers in her hand for a folder, “many of the villagers seem to be falling ill lately. And many have died.” She lowers her hand and holds his gaze. As her words have sunk in, his expression has become much less poisonous- though not exactly calm. “If they believed becoming vampires would cure these illnesses, why… we might even become heroes to ‘those mortals.’ “If their own families were among our members,” Tess lets herself grin, “I’ve no doubt they would be eager to provide us with ANYTHING we asked.”

The sounds of silence and Xihrae’s paper shuffling reign. Dracula’s gaze goes unfocused as he thinks.

He starts pacing again. And he paces. And paces.

And stops. His posture gradually relaxes. He grins.

“Oh… Oh, I see. You’re not proposing an alliance with them,” he looks at her, “You’re not trying to reduce their fear -- why, you’re increasing it.” He starts pacing again, hand to his chin, a finger just touching his lower lip. “Their lives would be in our hands, whether to turn them or not. Yes, if they became reliant on us… Why, we could use them as our very own foot soldiers…” He pauses, looks up -- and his eyes flash, “You’re trying to make them our loyal servants!”

Tess smiles. < Good. Yes, old buddy. That’s all we’re up to… > And of course that’s when Xihrae decides to join the conversation. Without even looking up from his papers he declares, “The plan would go even more smoothly if you joined us, Count.”

I use Tess’s body to glare at him after all. < Noctu… > Tess thinks warningly at me, < Hey, at least he addressed Drac by his title. >

Dracula sends Xihrae a disgusted, hateful glance -- which may as well have gone unnoticed by this idiot. Tess takes back control and clears her throat, regaining Drac’s attention. “Actually, that would be helpful. They’ll be much more inclined to trust in someone they’ve met in-person.” It’s almost imperceptible, but I notice Drac shifting in the way he does when he’s uncertain or uncomfortable: Just a slight movement of one shoulder. Tess clarifies, “You needn’t do so often, just… special occasions. For example, when you agree to turn someone, perhaps you could… come to the gate and greet their families?”

He’s silent. Tess is as well, allowing him time to think. “... Perhaps,” is all he replies -- before walking out of the room.

“… I guess that’s the best I could hope for, for now. He doesn’t like change.” When Xihrae doesn’t say anything in response, Tess glances at him. He’s grinning. … Tess smirks. Because if he’s grinning, then- < I have nothing to worry about. >

A speck of guilt tries to rise high enough within my spirit for Tess to sense it, and I squash it back down.

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[just-castlevania-imagines]

HC for Lisa being saved from the stake by her very young appreciate, both receiving terrible burns and scars from the fire, and Drac and Alucard reacting to this

I’m sure this was supposed to be kinda angsty, but I asked for help and this happened (I love -one- server):

Lisa is saved by her young apprentice

They are both ecstatic at first 

Vlad is going to cuddle Lisa and wrap her into a burrito blanket

He isn’t leaving her side any time soon

Adrian is ready to cry (he is mama’s boy after all)

Vlad would be beyond greatfull towards Lisa’s apprentice

He went from “I tolerate your existence” to an official “If you ever want sommeone gone, let me know”

“Adrian, marry them please. I want them in my family.”

“I’m way ahead of you dad.”

“I want grandchildren”. 

“Okay, not that ahead.” 

The apprentice would be in a bed close to Lisa like:  “I’m still here…Low key think my burns are starting to blister… A little help would be nice.”  

Secondly they are so going to kill that shit excuse of a bishop

Just imagine how SATISFIED Vlad would be planing the bishop’s death 

Lisa would disapprove, but quickly go on and give him her blessing “I’ll make this one exception.” 

Family hug. 

Apprentice status is now upgraded to family status 

Vlad refuses to ever travel again. Gets a bit of seperation anxiety

“We’re traveling by castle now.” 

“But what about my apprentice?”

“They can move in with us and sleep in Adrian’s room.”

“Where would I sleep father?”

“In your room aswell.”

Apprentice: “Still here…”

They’d watch this weird family they’ve come to know and is just like “Im okay with them, but also mildly concerned.”

Family huddle (mostly Vlad) where they just discuss Adrian’s strategy to get the apprentice to marry him.  

“Here is a groundbreaking thought for you all: Why not just ask me?” 

“What would you say, then? If I asked you to marry me?”

“Yes.”

- Mod Medusa

[robinrunsfiction]

The Fantastic Adventures of Glitter Ghost and Killer Lux - Chapter 3

Co-Written with @mariawritesfanfic

Author’s Note: We were inspired by this post by @personette about the idea of Taylor Swift being a part of the Dangerverse with Brendon so we included a little bit of that into this chapter, hope you enjoy!

Over the next few days, Novocaine and Phoenix were running patrols all over the Zones, keeping an eye on everything, and gathering any information they could about BLI's reaction to the bombing since Dr. D's station was still down. Ghoul disappeared to work on the mystery project that he refused to discuss and only would give a cocky wink when asked about it. Everyone else searched for the missing parts and tools to repair Glitter and Lux's car when they weren't occupying themselves with other activities.

"No, no, you are doing it wrong," Glitter sighed. She was trying to teach Punk and Kobra a hand-to-hand defensive maneuver, but they didn't seem to be getting it. Kobra grumbled that it wasn’t the kung-fu he was used to while Glitter looked around to see if anyone else was available so she could demonstrate. However, the only possible person was Sandman. Glitter and Sandman had agreed to avoid each other, as to not be caught in compromising situations where their relationship could slip out and this was going to be tough, but Glitter had no other choice.

Glitter sighed. "Hey Sandman, could you come help us for a second?"

Sandman looked up from the book he was writing in and looked between her, Punk, and Kobra. "Sure."

As Sandman walked over, Glitter was thinking about how hard this was going to be seeing how the move required Sandman to wrap his arms around her waist. As Sandman wrapped his arms around her waist, Glitter couldn't help but to sigh contentedly and relax a little into his arms.

"Glitter, focus" Sandman whispered into her ear causing her to shiver and snap back to reality. She was hoping that Punk and Kobra hadn't seen that little slip-up.

"Alright, you two," Glitter said, turning to Kobra and Punk, "Watch me closely and do what I do." Glitter proceeded to demonstrate the move a few times until Kobra and Punk were able to execute it as well.

"Thanks, Sandman," Glitter said and give him a small smile, she noticed that he still had his hand on the small of her back.

"No problem," he smiled at her before he walked away.

Glitter couldn't help herself as she watched him walk away and felt herself smile.

"Whatcha smiling at?" Lux whispered in Glitter's ear.

"Oh my god, Lux," Glitter laughed. "You scared me."

"Well, you were basically drooling while you were watching him," Lux whispered. "You really need to be careful with how you stare," Lux said as she sat down at a picnic table.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Glitter replied indignantly as she joined Lux.

"You know what I'm talking about. There's no time for romance, so you need to keep it in your pants."

Glitter sighed and laugh. She was thinking that it was possible Lux had figured out that she and Sandman were actually together, and not just flirting, but it seemed they were safe for now. 

~

It was the middle of the night, and Glitter couldn't sleep. She was feeling anxious that the car wasn't fixed yet, and this was the longest that she and Lux had ever stayed in one place. She quietly got up and stood under the awning of the front door - she would've sat outside if it wasn't for a rare desert rainstorm.

As Glitter was watching the rain, she got the wild idea of going to dance in it. It had been years since Glitter did anything this reckless and she wasn't sure when the next time it would rain. Glitter had a huge grin on her face as she started taking her clothes off.

She took a deep breath and ran out into the rain. She stood there just letting the rain hit her body. It was cold, but it felt very nice against her skin.

A massive clap of thunder brought Glitter out of her thoughts, and she looked around just to make sure no one else was around. Seeing that no one was watching, Glitter started dancing around and humming a song to herself. She was lost in the moment and enjoying herself.

"Glitter! What are you doing?" 

She quickly turned around to find Sandman standing in the front door watching her. 

"Hi, Sandman! Come play with me!" She said as she ran up to him and grabbed his hands. 

Sandman looked Glitter up and down, and she suddenly felt very exposed, but then he grinned and grabbed Glitter by the waist and pulling her in for a kiss, "sure." Glitter continued to dance in the rain as Sandman stripped down his underwear.

When Sandman joined Glitter in the rain, she grabbed his hands and danced with him. "Tell me, Sandman, when was the last time you did something this reckless?" she laughed.

"Not in many, many years," he smiled at her.

"Neither have I, but I'm glad I could do this with you," Glitter said as they started slow dancing, their wet skin pressed together as they swayed.

"Oh shit," Glitter whispered as she noticed lights in the diner come on

"What?" Sandman stopped dancing and looked where Glitter was looking. "Shit"

Both raced to the front door to gather their clothes and get dressed. Just before Sandman could get his shirt on, and as Glitter was pulling down her shirt, the front door opened.

"What is going on? Why are you guys outside?" Party asked, looking confused. 

"Umm… nothing… we just noticed it was raining and decided to play in the rain since we hadn't in years" Glitter said quickly.

"Yeah… just playing in the rain... like children," Sandman agreed. "Won't happen again."

Party looked between the two confused, "Well, okay then. You guys need to be careful."

"Whatever" Sandman whispered while walking inside and avoiding Glitter's eyes. 

Glitter started to go inside when Party stopped her, "Glitter, be careful being outside like that. We don't know if any Dracs are out looking for you specifically, and you could get seriously hurt."

"Thanks, Party," Glitter replied sweetly. "I'll remember that."

~

"Why are you two always the ones going out on patrol?" Glitter asked one morning while watching Novocaine and Phoenix getting ready to leave.

"We are the better shots and fighters, and we also have a network of contacts like dealing with us instead of Sandman," Phoenix said. "And a few of our contacts have gotten annoyed with Sandman being a menace to them in the past." 

"Well, if you ever want to switch it up, I would be willing to go out with you guys," Glitter shrugged. "It would be nice to go out and feel useful."

"As much as that does sound interesting, we still don't know if BLI is looking for you and Lux and we would rather not take that risk," Novocaine replied.

Glitter sighed. "Yeah, I get that. You guys be careful out there."

Glitter watched Novocaine and Phoenix drive off and went back into the diner. It was too early to do any sort of training without waking the others, so she started cleaning. There was just something about cleaning that helped calm her down - when Glitter couldn't fight or workout, cleaning was the next best thing for her.

"Oh no, you're cleaning" Lux yawned as she slid into a booth, watching Glitter work.

"Yeah, I just feel like this is the only useful thing I can do right now." Glitter was wiping down the counter in an aggressive manner, "I can't go out on patrol, I always feel like we are being watched every time we step outside. I know they are looking out for us, but I just wish there was something we could do."

"Well, you do help out with training! And I'm sure the others are super appreciative of it," Lux came over to stop Glitter from scrubbing a spot. "Although, I don't think Party would be okay with you scrubbing a hole in the counter," Lux laughed.

Glitter sighed and stopped scrubbing, "You are right, Lux" Glitter held up her hand "Now don't get cocky about that… you are right from time to time" Glitter added when she saw the smile creeping over Lux's face.

It was about lunchtime when Novocaine and Phoenix came running in the door.

"You guys will never believe who we ran into out on patrol!" Novocaine announced to everyone.

"We were patrolling Zone two, and we came across Killer King!" Phoenix continued.

"No way!" Soul Punk exclaimed. "We haven't heard from him in… I don't even know how long."

"Well, boys, no one can kill the King!" Killer King announced as he strutted through the door. 

Punk and Sandman jumped up to greet Killer King; however, Glitter was more interested in the person behind him. Glitter nudged Lux and gave a head nod in the direction of the new girl, and they looked at each confused. Glitter got up and walked over to the girl.

"Hi, I'm Glitter Ghost and that," she pointed to Lux, "is Killer Lux." Glitter held out her hand.

"Hi, I'm Tay- Neon Princess," she said, catching herself from revealing her real name, as she shook Glitter's hand with a smile that looked like it came right out of a BLI propaganda poster.

"Nice to meet you," Glitter smiled. "Do you wanna sit with Lux and me while the boys do whatever they are doing" Glitter asked.

"Sure," she smiled in return. Lux tried to keep an open mind but was wary of this newcomer. Something seemed different about her. She was also getting used to the dynamic in the diner and wasn't too interested in anyone, especially this threateningly pretty girl, coming in and interrupting it.

"'Scuse me just a sec," Lux said with a forced smile, slipping away from the table and going back to where Kobra was running a comb through his blond hair. "Hey, you know anything about a Neon Princess?"

Kobra thought for a moment. "No, never heard of her, why?"

"Killer King just showed up with her. Tall, blonde," she thought about mentioning that she was pretty, but she didn't want to put that idea into Kobra's head. "Something seems off."

Kobra stuck his head out and spotted her sitting across from Glitter. "She looks familiar," he said going back over to a stack of newspapers on the desk.

"Here," he said, pulling out a flyer that had been smuggled out of Battery City. "Her family works for BLI. They reported her missing a couple weeks ago," he explained, and Lux's jaw dropped.

"Shit, Glitter," Lux rushed out to the main room. "Glitter don't say anything more! You!" she said, turning to Killer King. "What are you doing bringing the daughter of a BLI exec here! Are you trying to get us all killed?"

"Wait, what?" Party asked, looking at Killer King with confusion.

"Now listen," Killer started.

"You better have a good explanation!" Sandman said sternly, glancing between Glitter and Neon.

"If you'd shut up long enough, I'll explain it!" Killer snapped back. He then launched into the story of how he met Neon in Battery City, the circumstances that lead to him bringing her out to the Zones as a fugitive, and how they had been on the run, trying to get back to his home base. "So, she isn't any more of a threat than you two are," he said motioning to Lux and Glitter.

"How do you know anything about us?" Lux snapped.

"Phoenix mentioned it," Killer replied.

"You barely say two words a day, but you managed to rat out who we are to a practical stranger?" Lux shouted, turning her anger to Phoenix.

Phoenix turned to Lux, "Killer isn't a stranger to us! We've known him longer than we've known either you."

"Lux!" Glitter snapped from her spot across from Neon who looked very uncomfortable.

Lux took a deep breath. "I knew you were trouble when you walked in," she said, pointing at Killer before retreating to the kitchen. She could hear the others discussing her blow up as Jet and Kobra followed her.

"What was that all about?" Jet asked, totally confused.

"She is directly related to BLI, they have to be looking for her, and they might be looking for us. What happens if they find her and Killer King and they try to bargain for leniency with info about Glitter and me? And what happens if you guys get dragged into it too? I just have a bad feeling about all this," Lux replied, crossing her arms.

"We'll keep you guys safe," Kobra reassured, rubbing Lux's shoulder.

"She's so pretty too, it's not fair," Lux grumbled, pouting dramatically as Jet and Kobra both laughed.

"Hey, can you guys come here?" Party called from the main room.

"Yea," Jet replied, leading the way out.

"You're prettier," Kobra whispered in Lux's ear as he passed by her. She stopped dead in her tracks, not believing what she had heard, cheeks burning red before hurrying into the room as well.

"We got a deal," Glitter said. "We're all sworn to secrecy, no mentioning who is staying with who," she said, shooting Phoenix a look, and he looked down guiltily. "If anyone is to get questioned by a S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W, no one talks."

"Like Dr. D says, 'and die with your mask on if you got to,'" Party quoted.

"Let's get going Neon," Killer said, heading toward the door. "Gentlemen, good to see you again, Glitter," he said nodding to her. "And Lux, it was nice to meet you. You're both gonna be legends for what you've done."

Neon got up and gave Glitter a quick hug and a small wave to Lux as she hurried out the door behind him. Lux slouched down in the booth across from Glitter.

"Why'd you get so insecure around her?" Glitter asked.

"I don't know. Doesn't matter anymore."

Glitter gave Lux a confused look. "Okay? Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Maybe later."