#girlie get it together you’re plotting your own demise

[whoblewboobear]

Reilly and Cirie & Felicia gathering their troops is so fun to watch but I fully don’t see how Reilly could ever come out on top in the end like.. she’s pulling in any and everyone. Cirie and Felicia are more strategic with who they’ve let in. The fact that the whole house can point to exactly who Reilly is working with and she doesn’t even notice??

Also 👀 Reilly and Kirsten both have loose lips. Reilly taking her out feels more like a ‘I’m the only rat allowed’ kinda move. She saw Kirsten as a threat because she’s projecting her game onto her.

[syndianites]

The Consequences of Your Actions Chapter 3

Ship: Syndianite (Tom x S1 Dianite)

Summary: Vampire AU! Dianite has had many lovers over the years. Some were mere playthings, meant to pass the time. Others were passionate loves, a fire raging until their inevitable demise. Very few were of the immortal variety, most searching for a power grab, others enthralled by his image. One was different, one was special. And he’d be damned if he was going to let him slip away.

Chapter: 3/?

AN: Today we get to see Tom figure out how to be a vampire, partially on his own, partially with Dia or others of the following. Also, plot. And we get a cameo from one salt shaker and one sparkley pants

Chapter 3

Tom felt like a new person. He could move like wind, strangely swift and fluid. Every time he would rise from sitting, or laying down, or just go up stairs, he would feel like he was floating. Of course, he would push harder than necessary, making his movements awkward and ungraceful, arms flailing as he tried to keep his balance. Dianite had caught him many times before convincing him to go a little slower. (And by a little, he literally took the smallest amount of effort off, getting himself up without careening all the way over.

Once Tom learned how to move, somewhat, he was intent on checking out what his new senses picked up on. His first problem, however, was that he hated being away from Dianite. Even a few feet unnerved him. As much as he loved the man, he was just so curious about his new abilities. Much to Dia’s amusement, he would steel himself before leaving the Lord to his work in the living room, getting through as much as he could before he had to go back. Once he finally returned to the bedroom, a vague stir settling in his gut as he remembered all their good time there, he found himself… content. He wandered the room, before plopping face first on the bed. For some reason, this worked for him. The longing for Dia didn’t hurt as much here.

For a moment, he pondered this, trying to figure out why. Then he realized it was the smell. Turning to his side, he snuggled into Dianite’s pillow. Laying there, he slowly came upon an idea. He sat up, pillow tucked under his chin, a sent a glance to the closet. Without falling over this time, he made his way over to it, throwing the doors open with care. Immediately making his way towards the back, he skipped all of his clothes, looking for one thing. He let out a noise of triumph when he found it.

Tossing the pillow carelessly on the bed, he slipped on the oversized sweatshirt. He had bought it way back for his lover, appalled when he had seen mostly formal jackets in the man’s wardrobe. Though he didn’t wear it outside often, it was greatly pleasing to see him wear it around the house. (According to Dia, it didn’t suit his image to wear it near the following, and they would think they could slack with their attire as well. Of course, he hardly bats an eye when he sees his children wearing PJs, let alone sweatshirts).

Rolling up the sleeves, as he was dwarfed in the large amount of fabric, he strut from the room. Though he couldn’t resist curling back up with Dia for a moment, he already felt a tremendous difference when walking without him. As he pulled himself away once more, he was ready to go downstairs.

Instead of taking the elevator, as the noise would alert his lover, he quietly opened the stair doors. They were tucked away into the side of the building, the main transportation being a number of elevators scattered among the floors. He crept down the steps until he reached the next floor, taking less care opening this one. They were used to the odd person using them. (To this day, one Tae Smith refused to use the elevator. Every day, he climbed 49 sets of stairs to go to work. At some point, they gave him his own little room to sleep whenever he was too tired to go back down). The sight that greeted him almost made him laugh.

It was only a few hours after sunset, and so many of them looked like zombies. The office itself was still a mess, (he could vaguely remember it being trashed last time he was there), and a handful of people halfheartedly tried to fix it. (“We should get rid of these wretched dividers and set up a new office plan. It’ll be cooler, and there can be mini fridges!” “Maria, I swear, that won’t fly with management.” “Not unless we get Furia on board!” Cue eye roll). When a hand settled on his shoulder Tom had to fight a girly shriek.

“Even now, you are so easy to sneak up on,” came a teasing voice of none other than Nadeshot (who preferred Nade over his actual name, Matt). With a playful shove, Tom stuck his tongue out. “Fucking hell, you know you are stupidly quiet. Fucking vampires.” Nade wrapped an arm across the younger’s shoulders, frowning. “I heard you’re a fucking vampire too. It’s a shame it happened the way it did,” he muttered, solemn for a moment. He perked up a little as an idea came to mind, “Oh man, we have to see if you can walk in the daytime without dying! It’d be a shame to lose my daytime buddy.”

Tom and Nade had met in a very set up fashion, though the newer fledgling had not known at the time. Both were online gamers, who shared an interest in many games. They first met each other at a tournament, though they didn’t end up facing off. (Tom came in around 4th ~5th , Nade got 2nd). After meeting there, they had exchanged numbers and done a couple videos together. They made fast friends, and Nade never questioned Tom’s weird hours, as his were just as strange.

Tom later found out he was a vampire by accident, after they pulled an all nighter and he had groggily rummaged through his fridge for an energy drink, only to discover bottles of blood. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time, and just grabbed the damn Monster that he couldn’t open for ten minutes. Later, Nade admitted to being tasked by Dianite to keep Tom out of trouble during the day. (He had complained later that he didn’t need a babysitter, to which Dia’s response was, “Like you’d stop hanging out with him. Besides, you love it when I pamper you,” He wasn’t wrong). According to the vampire, instead of the typical pyrokinesis, he had it reverse almost: He could basically reject all forms of fire and heat. Someone tries to set him on fire? He could put it out with a thought. This made it possible for him to walk in the daylight with little consequence.

But now Tom was a vampire, and depending on how strong he was, he would likely burn in the sun’s rays. (He wasn’t sure how he’d explain to his followers why he doesn’t go out during the day anymore). “I could always slather up in sunscreen and walk around with a parasol like those old ladies with delicate skin.” Tom snickered at the thought, just at how ridiculous he’s look.

Sliding his arm off of Tom, Nade gestured to the bustling group of vampires, “As you can see, most of us are hunting down McBitchface who tried to kill you. The rest are trying to clean up where Dia kind of… destroyed the office. But don’t worry, lots of them are pissed that Mr. Let Me Fuck You Over tried to kill you. They’re more than happy to hunt down his bitchass.” Raising an eyebrow, Tom turned to Nade. “And the rest?” With a shrug he replied, “Those are the ones who didn’t like you in the first place.”

“Eh,” he added, “Fuck them.” The two wandered farther into the room, Tom ducking his nose back into the sweatshirt he wore. Nade noticed with a smirk, lightly teasing, “The two of you are such love birds. When I was turned, it took me barely an hour to be alright on my own. You’d been in there for almost an entire 24 hours.” The shorter of the two glared up at his friend, defiantly snuggling further into the shirt.

From the mostly intact corner, Furia sent a quick glance at them. Doing a double take, he prattled off some instructions to his crew before making his way over. “Look who crawled back from the grave. And got away from Dianite.” The Advisor checked Tom out for a second. “Though I see you would rather be up there with him still. Just as you should be.” Rolling his eyes, the fledgling petulantly mumbled, “I was super fucking bored. He’s busy working, and I already got him off of it for a…... rather long time last night.” By the snort Furia gave, he had a feeling the man knew well before he mentioned it.

“Though our Lord is very capable of cutting off his emotions during his leisure time, there are other ways to figure out what he’s up to,” he injected, “Especially when a certain someone is quite vocal.” The other two laughed at his embarrassed shout and blush. “You know what. Fuck both of you. You’re the worst.” Unable to hold back a snicker, Nade added, “Well, it would seem Dianite already did a good job of that. Wouldn’t want to get in the way of your fun.” Tom marched away with a disgruntled noise, deciding to go find Enrique and convince him to make him some food. The man could make a mean omelet.

~

Tucker Boner was not at all scared. Not only had his Lord practically cut off their Sire bond months ago, leaving the somewhat new fledgling panicky, he couldn’t find the rest of the following. He had briefly spoken to Sonja over the phone, but she was clearly on the move and rushed. She had ended the call minutes after he made it. So no, he was not feeling left in the dark, scrambling for his balance among the other newer fledglings. They were all fine, and he would do his best to take care of him.

Now if only Marco and Hannah would stop calling him out on it. He wasn’t scared, they were fine, and he wouldn’t let anything happen to them dammit. Only John was content to believe him. The other three were starting to catch on. Of their makeshift group, and he and Hannah were even remotely old. 94 and 115 respectively, they were left pulling at straws. And now the fucking Eastern vampires were looking for them.

He was told by a Northern friend that Mianite had done something terrible. He didn’t know what, or why, or even fucking when. But it was enough for the Eastern Lord Dianite to start a full-on manhunt for anyone in the Mianite following, intent on taking revenge on his brother. And guess who fell in that fucking category.

They had the small advantage of being rather young vampires, the youngest being a measly 35, who looks like 22. But that by no means meant that they were unknown. He could list many Easterns that knew he was of the Mianite following. They were closer to his age, but they existed nonetheless. And if they knew, any of the ones actively hunting for Mianite knew.

And now he was on the phone once more, calling the one person he was certain could help him: Jordan. Where his other friends were part of the following or human, Jordan was a Northerner. He had told him what happened, he had consoled him and told him to find a safe place. And now, he was hoping he could help him not flip his shit. “Tucker? What’s wrong?” He was a little surprised he knew Tucker was on edge, but then remembered their last call ended with “you’re in danger, hide”. “Oh, well,” Tucker trailed off, not sure what so say. Of course, the older vampire did, “You’re freaking out, aren’t you?” He let out a high-pitched laugh, the strain of barely keeping it together evident in his voice, “Oh, just a little…. Just a little fucking bit, cause holy shit there is entire group of Dianitees hunted down our asses!”

“Tucker,” the other man soothed, maintaining a calm tone, “We’ll work it out. Your group doesn’t have the information they want. If I have to, I will do my best to make sure they don’t take their anger out on you. You guys are just kids, still trying to figure out the best way to live. If you would like, I could see about getting you set up in the North? I doubt Ianite would let any man hunts trapeze through her territory.”

Taking a few steadying breathes, the man mumbled, “That’d…. that would be great. I’ll just have to convince them to try moving during the day. Sunrise would be best. If you don’t mind me asking, what, exactly, happened?” Jordan was silent for a moment, and he wondered if he overstepped a line. “Remember your old roommate, from when you couldn’t pay rent on your own,” the older man asked hesitantly, a strange note in his voice. “Tom? Yeah, I still have his number. We talk sometimes still. He loved hanging out with us, even though he didn’t know we were vampires.” Tucker wasn’t sure he liked where this was going, not sure where it was going in the first place. “Well, he’s Dianite’s lover. And,” Jordan said in a rush, not giving the shocked man time to respond, “Mianite tried to kill him.”

“What the Fuck?”

~

Dianite felt like something was… off. After hours of searching the streets of the West, temporarily rendering himself omnipotent, he was starting to tire from it. Scouring the other side yielded few results, only catching a few groups of scared, abandoned fledglings. They likely would not know where their Sire was, and he made a mental note to tell his followers to ignore them.

But back to the present, the area around him was strangely different. The night had progressed seemingly fast, and the sky was beginning to brighten. The air held a stale edge, as though it had been sitting for a while. Which was weird, as last he had noticed, Tom was antsy and wandering around at a whim.

So where was his beloved? A quick listen in to the apartment showed no telltale signs of another being present. And with how clingy Tom was being, he doubted he would be able to leave his side terribly soon, and that was if the Lord even let him. So where the fuck was Tom?

The faint scent he left behind was mostly mixed about the room, though it sort of trailed out towards the exit. He wandered over, following it as it made its way to the stairs. That sneaky little child. With a huff, he chose to descend the stairs, stepping out at the next floor. The room looked considerably better from when he had last been there. An actual work station had been set up, the most intact computers decorating divider less tables, and a handful of people sat there doing their work. The rest of the floor held both neatly sorted piles and a basic set up for the unscathed items.

Furia caught his eye from where he himself was scouring over something on his monitor. Rolling his eyes at the Lord’s mildly panicked expression (he looked like he was about to start another war), he mouthed ‘kitchen’.  Leaving after a quick thankful nod at Furia, Dianite made his way to the elevator. Due to the nature of the building, both an office space and a living space, they had set up two communal kitchens, with full-time chefs. In all likelihood, Tom had made for the first one.

When he made his way into the partially full room, he spotted his lover rather fast. It wasn’t hard, seeing as he was sitting next to Nade (so very surprising), but also as he was surrounded by many other vampires. It was a sort of tradition to make the newest fledgling(s) feel as welcome as possible, and getting to know them and making them comfortable was at the top of that list. (Though many of the following already knew Tom, from when he helped new fledglings adjust when they were attached to Dia, or from simply being around so much, even when Dianite wasn’t there).

He sat back for a minute, and watched. “Oh my god Tom! Now we can go late night hunting like you said you would when you lost that bet!” A older girl ruffled his hair, receiving a complaint about potato hair. “Man, you always look like a potato. I would know. I lived in Ireland during the Potato famine,” one of the other vampires stated. Another injected, “Isn’t that when, I don’t know, there weren’t really potatoes around? You know, the general lack of them causing the famine? How would you being there make you know better what a potato looks like?” Affronted, the first retorted, “We dreamed of them. Our fantasies included potato men and women, calling to us, beckoning closer to our deaths.” “…. What the actual fuck.” Tom leveled a glare at the two, “I don’t look like a fucking potato! My hair is just potato-y.” A younger male lightly teased, “A cute pouty potato perhaps. Dia is lucky, he has the best potato of the bunch.” Tom spouted more objections to being a potato, and the Lord felt like this was a good spot to intervene.

Softly teleporting behind him, he snuck his arms around his shoulders. “You’re definitely the best potato I could ask for.” His beloved sent a mock look of betrayal to the Lord, as the group around his laughed. The youngest looking one, a thousands of years old vampire, said in a straight laced voice, “Maybe you should seed him so you can have potato children.” There was a beat of silence as everyone just looked at them. Then, as Tom’s face reddened and he dropped his head in his hands, they all started cackling, a sly smirk settling on the vampire’s face.

Leaning down to nibble at Tom’s ear, he not so quietly whispered to him, “Sounds like we have some plans for later.” All he received in return was a dying groan, the normally outgoing man reduced to silent embarrassment. Nade slid out of his seat as Dianite moved to pick Tom up bridal style, ready to carry the poor princess to safety. With a merry wave, he left the room, catching a few telling snickers on the way out.

(AN: I wrote most of this before work, so the last part may seem to hold a different tone. But I wanted fluff, so I wrote fluff. It’ll hurt more next chapter ;D)