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ryoko-san · 6 months ago
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The Vampire King’s Entertainer || (Vamp! Caelum)
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Soooo let me explain this concept i have for Caelum’s other swap counterpart in a brief description—
He is a vampire dressed up as a jester that entertains the royal vamp family (even tho he’s part of it) and is very much kinda porter-coded in this au.
In his human life, he died after he turned 18 over 80 years ago which is what caused his madness now. He still has his childish side…just a “tad” bit crazy.
He is very bloodthirsty, but mainly for the people he finds to be malicious to the royal family. He will not hesitate to slaughter anyone that interferes.
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just give him a bloodbag and he’s totally chill.
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breezypunk · 10 months ago
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WIP Wednesday, thank you @gloryride for the tag. ♥︎
I have been enjoying showing off wips lately, even small. :3 I like to keep busy and I'm always working on something whether private or something I plan on releasing.
Mod wips
been working on mods, release date unknown, there's so many mods we wanna work on and sometimes we change things up, but one that's coming soon(ish) is johnny's alt jacket.
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here's a potential pattern, I really love making patterns and fun colors for my mods, so expect that!
VP stuffs
I've also made a new au called low frequency. It's a au set in the prehistoric Mesozoic era! dinosaaaaaaaaaurs baby.
I have been making photos and have upcoming photostories planned for this au and I'm super excited about it!
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Pose WIPS
Mainly for me, I've been doing shippy poses, focused on hamds (uwu), and I made a lil photoset showcasing those poses, they are still a little messy. I've been deep into pose making lately, and I've been doing tons of fem and masc poses as well, and I have millions of pose packs I wanna release and haven't even started working on one pack yet xD just need to fix them up to start properly making them, but that's a slow process, we'll get there.
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screaming right now.
OC Wips
I've been working on re-vamping Maggie. I am in the process of making her look more like I imagined a long time ago when I created her. She's my pride and joy just like Vaughn and I love her dearly and want to give her everything in the world hehe. I gave her some tattoos, and they aren't quite definitive yet, I'm still searching but I know I want her with a lot. haha, and I also started putting more cyberware stuffs on her, she's coming out so nicely.
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That is all I have for now! Anyways, If you see this and wanna showcase your wips consider yourself tagged by me, and feel free to tag me if you wanna! <3
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boymeetsweevil · 4 years ago
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Masterlist
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who says i love you first
Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, 1336w Your tiny existential crisis + Namjoon during bedtime
welcome to my channel (KNJ)
Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 659w “5k Sub! Unisex Brow Grooming Tutorial feat. Joon :)”
baby genius**
Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, ~2300w “In which you’re very smart and Namjoon has a tiny garter belt fetish”
dead man sells no toes**
Witch!Reader, Halloweentown AU, ~5200w “Your thoughts have a mind of their own when it comes to the cute delivery human with the mysterious tattoos”
call me maybe*
Idol-AU (kinda), club meet-cute AU, ~6600w
At first you were just trying to get some free drinks out of some guy at the bar, but then it becomes a lot more
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warm fuzzies*
Non-Idol AU, slice of life, ~6200w “In which Jjangu AND his owner, Kim Seokjin, fall for you”
welcome to my channel (KSJ)
Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1208w “Dyeing @Eat_Jin ‘s hair and avocado mask DIY :)))”
hell’s kitchen
Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, ��crack’, ~2200w “It’s Jin’s birthday and it’s a hot ass mess because you can’t keep a secret”
and wrapped your arms around my neck** (req)
established relationship AU, part vampire!Seokjin, pwp, ~2000w “Vamp!Jin if you squint and then close your eyes entirely, this is 90% just sex yall”
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punch drunk love*
Non-Idol AU, friends to lovers, 1742w Emotional constipation means sometimes you have to beat emotions out. Or, in this case, finger-flick them out.
welcome to my channel (MYG)
Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 626w “New M.A.C lip tints feat. my roommate :)”
the min booty diaries** (req) - 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Idol AU, body/self-esteem issues
“Join Min Yoongi on his journey to becoming an ass man OR ~5 instances in which Yoongi realized he had a serious thing for your ass”
ode to wine
Idol AU, establised relationship AU, 900w
“A moment alone with Yoongi after the award show has come and gone”
off the deep end**
Mermaid!Yoongi, College AU, interspecies canoodling, a bit angsty, ~17,500w
“Your new mermaid friend, Yoongi, helps you navigate the treacherous waters of love, sex, and National Geographic.”
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bump and grind*
Idol AU, BH employee!Reader, ~3000w
“If someone told you that months after getting hired by BigHit to translate and subtitle VLive videos you would be at an idol’s birthday party with your ass pressed firmly against Jung Hoseok’s crotch, you wouldn’t have believed them.”
welcome to my channel (JHS)
Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1164w
“Unisex nail care routine feat. Hobi and red wine ;)”
who’s your favorite**
Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, misbehaving in a Chili’s, ~1400w
“If you ask the man himself, it takes a half a year of going to a shitty family restaurant after work on Fridays for Hoseok to become your favorite. In reality, though, he just didn’t get the joke. OR
‘I give you dick. Good dick!’”
cover you in constellations
Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, 987w
“Happy birthday to Jung Hoseok, the most beautiful”
hoping for the best**
Non-Idol AU, Lifeguards!Reader and Hoseok, friends to enemies to friends to lovers, ~24,300w
“He knows you two are linked though. You must know it too. It’s impossible to deny when you both reach climax at the same time during your first time, the breath leaving him like you knocked it out and your eyes rolling into the back of your head like he scratched stars there for only you to see.”
sleeping bags (and other unconventional cures for insomnia) (req)
Non-Idol AU, College AU, enemies to more than friends, ~2500w
Based off the prompt “snowed in with your enemy at a ski resort”
watch yourself**
Non-Idol AU, Dressing room Attendant!Hoseok, exhibitionist!Hoseok, ~7770w
“It starts with an invitation from your ex. It ends with Hoseok’s hands down your pants in said ex’s kitchen”
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mistletoe
Non-Idol AU, friends to lovers, Christmas AU?, ~3300w
“Jimin just can’t seem to get a moment alone with you at this christmas party, and you just can’t seem to stop baking…”
welcome to my channel (PJM)
Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1093w
“Drugstore Haul plus mini Sephora Haul and Surprise :)”
blue, not blanc** (req)
Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, pwp, ~4500w
Based off the prompt: ‘can u do a jimin smut where he has a thing for panties’
me, you, and this thing we have between us** (req)
Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, pwp, ~3700w
You’re pregnant and jimin is…happy about it
slippery slopes ahead** (req)
Non-Idol AU, College AU, established relationship AU, pwp, ~6600w
“‘Look at you,’ he coos. ‘All this time I thought you were shy.’”
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childhood bestie (bullet)
Non-Idol Au, Childhood Besties!Reader and Taehyung, 943w
what it would be like if you and taehyung’s moms were bffs, so you and taehyung were bffs from birth
welcome to my channel (KTH)
Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 667w
“Using Tom Ford Luna highlighters on my neighbor ;)”
a day in the life
Non-Idol AU, College AU, Roommates!Reader and Taehyung, slice of life, ~1900w
“A typical day living with Kim Taehyung consists of constant fights for the blanket and watching him steal your crop tops”
cougar** - 1, 2
Non-Idol AU, College AU, (slightly) Older!Reader, ~1400w + ~4700w
“…guys like him give off two very conflicting vibes. The first says ‘Wow, look at this handsome young man, I hope my kids are that beautiful’. The second says, ‘Wow, I want to have his kids’”
hectic halloween
Non-Idol AU, College AU, Best friends!Reader and Taehyung, language, ~1400w
Tae invites you to a Playboy™️ themed halloween party and a wardrobe malfuction of sorts occurs.
breathe you in** (req)
Popstar!Reader, Non-Idol!Taehyung, exes to lovers, ~7800w
Based on the prompt: Can I pls request an ex lovers trope with taehyung where you broke up with him , but he shows you he loves you and was never over you and wants to be together again? Thanks!
(welcome to) camp lonely heart**
Camp Counselors!Reader and Taehyung, fun with walkie talkies, friends to lovers, ~15,600w
It’s possible to find love in all sorts of places: In bars, in school, on apps. But what about through a walkie talkie?
heat index**
Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, pwp, 2700w
“The town being in a heat wave puts Tae’s in a bit of a love drought. But even still, he makes do and (kind of) does you”
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blood of the covenant* (to be rebooted) - 1, 2
Vampire!Reader, Human!Jungkook, College AU, Post-Apocalyptic(?) AU, 3476w+ ~3700w
“You’re an unregistered vampire trying your hardest to save up enough to go to school by working long hours and giving up meals. Unfortunately, the local university refuses to enroll starving vampires like yourself because they’re seen as threats. Desperate to get in, you take up Jeon Jungkook’s shady offer to help”
welcome to my channel (JJK)
Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1038w
“Cutting Men’s hair and talking about life feat. Kook :)”
blind!reader* (req)
Non-Idol AU, Blind!Reader, College AU, 4422w
Based off the prompt: Hi! I have a bts request! so the "prompt" is y/n were love at first sight for him, but y/n's life motto is "love is blind" because y/n is actually blind. this is just for fun, but I'd really like to read your take on it!! you can pick any of the boys. :)
for science**
Non-Idol AU, College AU, Nerd!Jungkook, very dramatic 
“Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.”
The most magical place in hell (req)
Takes place somewhere after the events of FS, the gang goes on vacation...
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bts as types of drunks
Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, 2073w
the seven chaotic drunks™️ embodied
bts as types of (weird) babies in your daycare
Pre-school teacher!Reader, Babies!BTS, 4610w
the seven chaotic babies™️ embodied
bts as types of boyfriends
Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, ~3295w
the seven chaotic boyfriends™️ embodied
sweetstupid moments with bts
Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, ~2054w
More boyfriend shenanigans
sleepovers with sleepy bts
Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, ~2109w
Even more boyfriend shenanigans
SS series (under construction)
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* = suggestive, ~nsfw ** = smut, NSFW (req) = requested
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and then there were two** (req)
Non-Idol AU, College AU, established relationship AU, ~3480w
Based on the prompt: “what do u think abt college bf mark and awkward and fumbling first time”
Sequel: and then there were finals**(req), 2k
Based on the prompt: “mark lee from nct! college au and NSFW. finding time in between studying for finals.”
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in your court (req)
Non-Idol AU, College AU, clueless crushes and matchmaking, ~10,900w
Based on the prompt: “what about ,, bff!haechan trying to set taeil and his awkward ass up with oc Or awkward!oc with his basketball teammate jaehyun. Honestly anything with bff!haechan.”
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binary stars (req)
Non-Idol AU, College AU, friends to lovers, ~8,400w
love sometimes takes the form of gravity
Based on the prompt: “bff!hyuck + friends to lovers. college au and slightly nsfw or however nsfw u wanna make it”
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the shape you make**
Non-Idol AU, Halloweentown AU, ~4,100w
“For both you and Johnny, there is something big holding you back from being intimate. At the yearly Harvest party, that something big becomes something known.”
Part of the Intimacy Anthology Project!
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* = suggestive, ~nsfw ** = smut, NSFW (req) = requested
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ellitx · 4 years ago
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Some Himmel approx ages for all the AU's at least in my eyes uwu
Modern au: 19-24
Butler/Dad Au: 27-33 (mmm dilf himmel
Vamp bulter au: 2000 y/o sexc vamp because im super original
Thoughts trying to keep it flexible for each reader to enjoy~ -💚
That vampire age tho. Sexc //// or maybe we can also set it to how old venti is in the game? He’s around 2600 yrs old right?
Can i also put my voice hc for them? 👉👈
I’ve already answered an ask what i think ikemen venti’s voice would sound like and i wanna go back to that
Venti’s voice will still be the same but deeper!! And by that I mean when Ayumu-san use his ikemen voice (〃艸〃) i still can’t get over the drama cd the anon has sent to me and it’s just ✨perfection✨
Or prolly Sugawara Koushin (VA Miyu Irino) from Haikyuu!! He sounds mature at the same time so playful wwww
As for Himmel, I’ve been thinking his voice will be close to Yuki Sohma (VA Nobunaga Shimazaki) from Fruits Basket. His voice is just really... relaxing and soothing and ahhh i wanna hear himmel sing with that voice ;w;
Idk which voice actor fits to voice young himmel but for now these are my voice hcs for adult venti and himmel!
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verobatto · 4 years ago
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Destiel Chronicles
Vol. XCIX
It was a love story from the very beginning.
Dean is in love.
(13x11/13x12)
Hello my friends!!! We almost arriving to the half of the season!
I will talk mostly about episode 14x12, the episode Dean confesses he's in love, okay. Kind of. 🤣
Let's start this mess ...
Family Love
Episode 13x11 talks about family love to point us the difference with romantic love (Dean in the firsts 5 episodes).
We have Sam depressed, because he thinks they won't be able to find Mary. Now, the one that had lost his faith and hopes is Sam. And Dean will be the one keeping the hopes up, because he just got back his angel back.
The brother go to help Donna. Donna is desperate trying to find her lost niece. Her despair and her seek is a foreshadow how Sam and Mary searching for Dean in the first episode from season 14.
The vamps wear mask, (as symbolic representation of future Dean's possesion).
Another important point here is Doug breaking up with Donna once he discovers Donna hunts monsters.
This fact could be seen as a parallel to Cassie and Dean, but also, as a premonition of Dean and Cas break up.
The parallel of depression between Dean and Sam rests on the fact that Sam wasn't suicidal.
Sam had put all his hopes in Jack and now Jack is gone, so, all the words that come out from his mouth, are examples of how he feels. His speech to Donna after Doug left, it's a recalling of Dean's speech to Patience.
SAM: Let him go. Donna, when you choose this life, anyone who gets too close, eventually they get hurt. Or worse. So let him go. He’ll be safer that way.
And then, when he's alone with Dean...
DEAN: I mean, we save people, Sam.
SAM: Yeah, we also get people killed, Dean. Kaia, for instance. She helped us and she died for it.
DEAN: Hey, look, I know you’re in some sort of a—
SAM: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, don’t – don’t… You keep saying I’m in a dark place, but I’m not, Dean. Everything I’m saying is the truth. It’s our lives. And I tried to pretend it didn’t have to be. I tried to pretend we could have Mom back and Cas and – and help Jack. But we can’t. This ends one way for us, Dean. It ends bloody. It ends bad.
Sam is now where Dean had been, but not even bringing Castiel back gives Sam faith and hopes. He had a plan, and the plan failed. So he lost hopes. It points perfectly the difference with Dean. Dean recognized he was in bad shape, he recognized to Billy he wanted to die. Because the pain of loosing the love of his life was unbearable.
"I'm in love"
Episode 13x12 starts with two sister, witches, dressed in red and yellow, (Dean and Sam colors) Jennie and Jamie. Both girls want to bring their mother back from dead just like Sam and Dean want to bring their mother back from the AU.
They use a hammer to kill the first man in the episode. The hammer represents JUSTICE, and it will be seen a lot in the next season related to Dean, trying to make justice for what he lived possesed by Michael. The one killing the man is Jamie, Dean's mirror.
Let's jump now to Sam and Dean scene. And because this is a Yockey episode, we have some books to pay attention to. Don't worry, my friend @emblue-sparks did an excellent work analyzing the books that Yockey put in this episode. You can find that meta here.
All those books played their role as a premonition of AU!Michael possessing Dean experience.
Now, keeping the Family Love vs Romantic Love mirror, we switch places again in this dialogue...
SAM: I’m just saying, Dean, Jack was our way over there, obviously, so with him gone…
DEAN: Okay, well, Jack’s been gone before. We found him once. We can find him again.
Remember when Sam said this to Dean the so many times Cas was gone?
Now, just a piece in what Dean says... Shows us how much he misses his angel...
DEAN: We should probably loop Cas in at some point.
The scene with Cas and Lucifer locked in prison, and trying to escape, is another foreshadow for Dean's inner prison. But, it's interesting how we cut this scene to pass to Dean and witches sisters, with Jennie saying...
JENNIE: Doesn’t a kiss, like, usually wake up your true love?
So Dean kisses Dean's mirror... How symbolic is this? Very much...
Remember when in season 14 I was screaming all my way DEAN NEEDS TO LOVE HIMSELF BEFORE LOVE OTHERS? To ourselves is PIVOTAL for our mental health. Talking about Dean, it's fundamental to release himself from his emotional prison. Dean needs to know HE IS WORTHY. He needs to really love himself, that's the symbolism of this scene.
Now... The scene in which Dean days "I'm in love" has a tiny prelude... We need to see what Sam is doing or thinking before his brother enters joyfully confesses it...
SAM: Hey, uh… I think you might be right. I think maybe it’s time we go ahead and call Cas, because, I mean, if…if…
Why is Cas here again? Preluding Dean's quote? Simply because DEAN IS IN LOVE WITH CAS
SAM: You all right?
DEAN: Am I all right? I’m in love.
SAM: You...Oh, are you?
DEAN: I mean, I am, like, full-on twitterpated here. Seriously, I can’t wait for you to meet her, either (...)
(Gif set credit @inacatastrophicmind )
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(Gif set credit @bennylafitte )
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And the big SAMMY KNOWS SCENE, poor soul he thought Dean will confess his feeling for the angel to his brother, that's why he wheels enthusiastically to hear him. That's why he asks as if he didn't know. But then Dean goes 'her' and Sam shakes his head puzzled... Why? Because he's sure his brother lives Castiel, and Castiel's is a 'him'. Wrong pronoun.
That's when our insightful moose starts to suspect something is fishy.
Rowena and the fifth base
Another important scene was Rowena talking about the fifth base, which, everybody knows what it means...
ROWENA: (...) Tell me, did they get to fifth base?
DEAN: There’s no such thing as fifth base.
ROWENA: Oh, you poor, sheltered boy. [Dean gives Sam a confused look] Anyway. What’s by is by.
(Gif set credit @whoeveryoulovethemost )
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Analyzing Dean's reaction to Rowena's wording in second meaning, we can Conclude he knew what was she exactly talking about. He swallows at the WHAT'S BY IS BY, and blinks flustered. Someone knows his secret hahaahahaha
Also, Rowena deceiving the boys, is Asmodeus playing Cas...
DEAN: Oh, I’m gonna say it. She played you.
SAM: [defensively] She played us.
This is a foreshadow of Dean recognizing in front of Cas that Asmodeus played him and his brother, they should see that coming. Dean will feel guilty and will confess it to his angel.
Another little but interesting scene was Jamie and Jennie killing each other, just the ending Chuck will reveal he wants for Sam and Dean in season 15.
At the end of the episode, we'll see Rowena releasing herself from her chains. As a representation of Dean releasing himself from his inner prison.
To Conclude:
These two episode keep playing with symbolism and foreshadows of season 14.
The scene of Dean kissing Dean's mirror shows us the idea of Healing!Dean in season 14.
Sammy definitely knows Dean is in love with Cas, fight me.
Hope you like this meta, see you in the next one!
Tagging @magnificent-winged-beast @emblue-sparks @weird-dorky-little-d @michyribeiro @whyjm @legendary-destiel @a-bit-of-influence @thatwitchydestielfan @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @lykanyouko @evvvissticante @savannadarkbaby @dea-stiel @poorreputation @bre95611 @thewolfathedoor @charlottemanchmal @neii3n @deathswaywardson @followyourenergy @dean-is-bi-till-i-die @hekatelilith-blog @avidbkwrm @anarchiana @dickpuncher365 @vampyrosa @authorsararayne @mybonsai1976 @love-neve-dies @dustythewind @wayward-winchester67 @angelwithashotgunandtrenchcoat @trashblackrainbow @deeutdutdutdoh @destiel-shipper-11 @larrem88 @charmedbycastiel @ran-savant @little-crazy-misha-minion @samoosetheshipper
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If you wanna be added or removed from this list just let me know.
If you wanna read the previous metas from this season, here you have the links:
Vol. XCIII, XCIV, XCV, XCVI, XCVII, XCVIII.
Buenos Aires, February 7 2021 1:58 PM
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roadtohadestown · 5 years ago
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welcome to my hadestown vampire au *jazz hands*
i know we already have a vampire au somewhere in the fandom, bUT i wanted my own because it was literally the only thing i could think about for a week.
now let’s talk about it ٩( ᐛ )و
first thing’s first, let’s talk about persephone. persephone is a world-renowned vampire hunter.
in the past, she was happily in love with hades; however, in the middle of their engagement, she discovered that hades was a vampire
he was human when they met, but was turned just recently (it'd only been a couple weeks since it happened)
persephone—although angry he didn't tell her sooner—doesn't leave him. she agrees to stay with him and allows him to drink some of her blood.
ok, let’s establish some vampire things in this au before we continue.
when someone is turned into a vampire, at first everything is fine. but obviously you gotta feed soon. when drinking blood, newly-turned vampires often don’t drink too much considering how new they are to the whole vampire thing (they’re probably like. grossed out). if you take in too little blood / not a decent amount, you start to get these urges: you lose control of yourself and have a strong desire to feed. this strong desire can lead you to turn others into vampires (turning someone is caused by draining a human entirely of their blood). this CAN happen when you get one of these urges, but it might not. you just happen to take in more than you were before, and this could possibly result in entirely draining someone. the more you try to suppress your urge to feed, the worse it becomes.
(these urges are usually triggered by little blood intake, but can also just come in at random times in your life. they become a bit more frequent the older you become.)
persephone allows hades to drink from her but not a whole lot, and she trusts him enough not to turn her. (she loves him anyways, so she trusts him.)
however, what they didn’t know was about the urges. when hades was first turned, he didn’t know of any of this. and neither did persephone. since she’d only been letting him drink some of her blood, this little intake caused one of these urges to occur—
while drinking, hades felt himself lose control midway, almost draining persephone entirely. she started to grow weak. she desperately struggled to pull away and eventually did. hades apologized afterwards, saying he didn't know what got into him. even so, persephone felt herself trust him a little less since.
after that time, persephone’s looked more into vampires to try to help hades. learning that hades would have to drink more to control himself, persephone allowed him to drink more from her than he usually had. (she doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt and would rather he do it to her than another human being.)
however, as hades does this more, he realizes how weak it makes persephone and how much it hurts her. hades feels guilty about this and (without her knowledge) sneaks away to feed off of others than rely solely on persephone.
time passes. one day persephone reads something in the newspaper: a huge mass of people found dead and resurrected as vampires, all in such a short span of time. she later discovers that this had been done by hades, who seems to be struggling to control his urges more and more
the idea of more people turning into vampires fills persephone with grief; she can only imagine the amount of pain this must be causing people and their families. unable to cope with hades's doing, she leaves him and becomes a vampire hunter.
over time, she uses her knowledge from being with hades (and her studies) to set out and kill as many vampires as she could, soon givng her the title of world-renowned vampire hunter
although being a vampire hunter, persephone refuses to kill hades. she knows doing so would only keep the cycle going (if he stays alive he'll continue to turn more humans), but even so...she can't bear the idea of killing him. (she still loves him, doesn’t she ??) she just can’t.
after persephone left him, hades has only gotten worse. he's become angrier and distraught without persephone there to soothe him or be at his side to comfort him. it isn't before long that he feels he’s lost himself entirely.
note that no one really knows of persephone and hades relationship. no one really knew that they were in love; and considering hades is a vampire and seph a vampire hunter, no one even suspects it.
flash forward to present day. eurydice finds herself walking alone at night and is soon jumped by a vampire. she tries to defend herself with whatever martial arts moves she can manage, but to no avail; she is eventually pinned against the wall and struggles to break free from the vampire’s grasp.
suddenly, she’s saved by persephone, who kills him with a silver bullet to the head
eurydice recognizes persephone and thanks her. (she doesn't freak out like "oH My gOSH yOu'RE pERsEphONe" because she's not like. fangirl level. just a calm "oh hey, you're that famous vampire hunter...persephone, right? thanks for saving me.")
they chat a little, then part ways. but before eurydice leaves, persephone gives her a silver bullet as a gift.
eurydice keeps this and makes it into a necklace that she always wears around her neck. (i just thought it’d be cool to have her wear a bullet necklace ok shhhh)
since then, eurydice's dabbled in the art of vampire killing. she hasn't actually tried out the activity herself, but has studied quite a bit on vampires and how to kill them.
one day, she walks around at night in the city, but this time, she's armed with a stake just in case she gets jumped again.
while walking, she hears a soft singing. a beautiful voice resounds its way through the alleyways. curious of the source, she follows the voice until she comes across a boy on the roof of a building, legs dangling over the edge and playing his guitar as he sings.
"hey!" eurydice calls from below. she startles the boy, who literally fumbles around for five seconds and nearly drops his guitar in the process. "s-sorry!! i didn't mean to startle you."
"no, no, it's fine!" he awkwardly laughs, putting down his guitar.
"you have a beautiful voice, by the way."
"thanks."
"sorry, i know i interrupted you just to tell you something small, but—“
"no really, don't worry about it! i appreciate it." he thinks for a second before eurydice can walk away. "uhh, do you wanna...come up here and chat for a bit?"
"um...sure why not?" eurydice had blurted this out without much thought; in the moment, the idea of whether or not this guy might be a vampire doesn't strike her. but now that it does, she quickly prepares herself. she'd been invited into his potential trap, and she just agreed to step right in. why did i say yes? if he's a vampire, this is a fucking suicide mission. stupid eurydice, fuck—
the ladder leading to the roof is at the side of the building, so she goes up.
eurydice reluctantly sits down beside him.
"hey," he greets her with a smile, "i'm orpheus."
"eurydice," she says firmly. her eyes flit around to examine him from head to toe. he doesn't seem suspicious…and he doesn’t really give me vampire vibes…
orpheus slowly nods, waiting for her to say something else to drag the conversation along, but she doesn't. however, he does notice her eyeing him suspiciously. maybe i shouldn't have invited her…??
but what orpheus can admit is that—wow she looks so pretty, especially under the moonlight oh my gosh she’s gorgeous.
eurydice eventually stops examining him because she sees him noticing.
“so...you play the guitar. can you play a song for me?”
he agrees and starts singing a song he’s been working on. eurydice gets too caught up in his singing that she totally forgets about the oh-shit-he-might-be-a-vampire thing.
while listening to him, she realizes she might have a teeeeeny bit of a crush on this guy. he’s very cute. and has a very nice voice. also plays the guitar really well. wow i think i might be in love—
when he finishes, eurydice compliments him once more and thanks him. realizing it’s getting a bit late, she says she’s gotta go.
“do you wanna meet again tomorrow afternoon?”
orpheus frowns. “i don’t know if i can do the afternoon...”
“how about tomorrow night? same time as now? oh wait, are you usually up this la—”
“i’ll be there.”
she nods, and smiles. “see you tomorrow, orpheus.”
(eurydice’s still enamored by orpheus that she doesn’t realize him being able to meet her at night than the afternoon is a little...suspicious 👀👀)
so about orpheus: orpheus is actually a vampire.
but he doesn’t like it.
orpheus was born a vampire when his parents were very late in life (they’ve been around for a long time, but didn’t decide until hundreds of years later to have a baby ¯\_(ツ)_/¯). after his parents died when he was very, very young (vampire hunters djskskndm), orpheus was abandoned; but soon found by hermes, who took him in.
immediately upon finding orpheus, hermes knew he as a vampire. but even so, considering he was left alone, and was too little to fend for himself, he took him in.
being a human, hermes was unable to teach orpheus how to,, y’know,, properly be a vampire. but here’s the thing: hermes has Connections. he actually knows some fellow vamps—these being clotho, lachesis, and atropos (aka, your lovely fates). every now and then they visit hermes and orpheus and teach orpheus all the vampire shtuff he needs to know.
since orpheus has basically grown up with them in his life, the fates have kinda just,, become his aunts tbh hjshsjdh
before the fates came along, orpheus had already grown to hate his vampiric side. so once they came into the picture, he’d do whatever he had to when they taught him, but he never really agreed to the concept of it. (he has to learn these things for his survival, but gosh, he really wishes he didn’t have to go through all this.) he just really doesn’t like being a vampire okie—
for one, he hates drinking blood. obviously he’s just gotta deal with it, but if there was any way he could not do that, he would. secondly, he hates not being able to bask in the sun. (as vampires get older, their resistance to the sun becomes much worse. so when they’re younger, they could stay in the sun for hours and hours before it becomes detrimental to them.) before the fates, orpheus would always sit around outside and stare at the sky, be it night or day. his favorites were whenever he’d watch the sunrise, which he always considered the most magical time of day. as he grew older, this routine obviously had to stop. but still—he misses sunrises.
the guitar orpheus has was given to him by hermes. (it was hermes’s old guitar.) hermes is the one who taught orpheus how to play.
on the topic of urges, orpheus……...is a weird one. he hasn’t actually experienced one yet, despite that he’s been around for quite a while. the fates find this pretty odd. hm.
upon meeting eurydice, orpheus doesn’t really wanna tell her who he really is right then and there. as aforementioned, he doesn’t really like being a vampire, so why tell her, y’know ??
he hopes he can keep this a secret from her for as long as he can, but obviously that doesn’t last...
this is the first time i’ve actually fleshed out an au, and planning all this only gave me 2015 writing nostalgia (back when i was a daily fanfic writer ahsjhsbd)
ANYWAYS. this was fun. i’ll draw more soon 😘
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seasonofthegeek · 5 years ago
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Sacrifice of Three, Part 1
The lovely @miraculouspaon requested another part of this drabble through ko-fi and I decided to use that story as inspiration for the expanded universe because I feel like it would be such a fun AU to play in with more detail. So this is taking it to the beginning of the story and working to the part in the drabble and beyond. :D
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“I don’t understand why I continue to receive these meeting invitations. I’m not part of a Fae court; there’s no reason for me to attend a Winter Solstice conference of the supernatural community.” Gabriel dropped the leaflet of cardstock into his assistant’s desk in tray. “Please confirm my absence. Perhaps one of these days those ancient monsters will stop bothering me.”
Nathalie slid the invitation out of her tray with a curt nod. “Very well, sir. I will have to ask that I be excused for the event though. I was chosen as the representative for my pack.”
“You don’t even get along with your pack.”
She shrugged. “I suppose I could fight another member to pass on the invitation but I’d rather not.”
“It’s barbaric.”
“There are only two werewolf packs in the city and the one I chose is the less aggressive of the two. It’s better than the alternative.”
“If you say so.”
“Not all of us can pretend to be human all the time,” she replied, tone even. She ignored the glare cast in her direction as she began to work on his invitation decline. “If I hadn’t sought out one of the packs after I turned, they would’ve come after me eventually. Better to have a choice.”
“Better to be left alone entirely.”
“If that’s an option, which it wasn’t.”
Gabriel clenched his jaw until it made a tight ticking sound. “Fine. I’ll accept the invitation.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“Perhaps if I attend, they will stop harassing me.” He turned away from her desk to return to his.
“I wouldn’t call sending an invitation to events a few times a year harassment, but we all have our burdens to bear,” Nathalie replied dryly. “Why the change of heart?”
He stiffened. “If we’re there together, perhaps we won’t lose an entire week of work.”
“Ah, yes. I was hoping I wouldn’t be allowed a vacation.” Nathalie kept her face blank, fighting against the smile she could feel tugging at her lips. “They’ll ask what court you’re representing upon accepting.”
Gabriel sighed and looked back at the large painting of his deceased wife. The portrait had been done in shades of green and gold and had managed to catch  a fraction of the beauty of the sun nymph who’d shined down on him for a short time. “The Summer Court, I suppose, though I never really felt right there.”
“It’s possible you’ll be asked about Adrien,” she warned him, pausing in her work.
He turned away from the portrait. “And I’ll tell them he died with his mother.”
“You think it’s wise to lie? Anyone could come here and find him.”
“Then I’ll have to make sure to seem as human and uninteresting as possible, won’t I?” He gave her a wry smile. “Changelings barely register on the supernatural scale. I’m sure my continued requests for attendance are about my son and what he can do for the courts, but I have no intentions of allowing him into that life. Perhaps they’ll be led to believe he takes after me.”
“Anyone who saw him would know that isn’t true.”
“Mmm, well, there’s a reason he stays here most of the time.”
Nathalie shook her head, unsure if Gabriel actually believed his son stayed put in their large home or if he was simply in denial of Adrien’s frequents nighttime walkabouts. “Of course, sir.”
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Jagged leaned back with a content sigh and licked his blood-stained lips. “Penny, love, you’re as exquisite as ever.”
“And you’re as greedy as ever.” She stood and went to the vanity, shuffling through the mess on the counter to find a clean bandage. “I’m going to have to take a nap at some point to get some energy back.”
“I’ll keep you company, pet. I’d love to have someone pretty and warm like you in my bed.”
Penny laughed as she smoothed the bandage over the wound in her neck. “I’m sure you would, but I’ve got other things to do today.”
He stuck out his bottom lip in a pout. “But I’ll be lonely.”
“Somehow I think you’ll survive. Have you decided about the meeting yet?”
“Didn’t wanna go the first time you asked and haven’t changed my mind.” He let his arm fall languidly off the couch and felt rough scales under his palm. “There’s my good boy. Who’s my favorite dragon?”
“He’s not a dragon.”
“Don’t listen to Penny, mate. She’s all cranky due to blood loss,” Jagged soothed, scratching along the crocodile’s back. 
“If you say no to this meeting, you’ll have to go to the next one. Winter Solstice doesn’t sound too bad anyway. And the cabin looks nice.”
“Ah, a cabin. A house made entirely of wood. Exactly the kind of place a vampire wants to find himself in when a bunch of other supes are hanging out and plotting.”
“Stop being a baby.” Penny turned to face him, leaning against the counter. “Are you going or not? You know Arkana will give you hell if she has to go this time too. It will be her third one in a row.”
“Why do they keep requesting us anyway? Our nest isn’t even that big. Why not the uppity vampires near the center of the city?”
“They might be there too. You’re hardly a good representation of the species.”
“I think you used to be nicer,” Jagged pouted. “I should’ve left you as a naive human out in the world.”
“I’m still a human out in the world,” she winked. “Just not nearly as naive. So is that a yes?”
He groaned and Fang made a chuffing sound by his side. “Fine, yes.”
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“Oi, you lot notice we’re still the only ones here?” Jagged leaned in the doorway of the study and crossed his arms. “This shindig was supposed to start over an hour ago. Where’s everyone else?”
Nathalie looked up from her laptop and blinked. “No one else has arrived?”
“Nah. I’ve been roaming around this place like I’m haunting it and there’s not hide nor hair of anyone. Something doesn’t smell right.” He watched the werewolf sniff gingerly at the air and couldn’t help the wide smile that crossed his face. “Didn’t mean literally, pet.”
She glared at him. “Don’t call me that.”
Gabriel set his own laptop on the coffee table and went to the window. “There is quite a bit of snow. Perhaps it’s slowing the others down.”
“All of them? Seems a little ‘spicious, don’tcha think?”
“Is it getting heavier?” Nathalie joined them by the window and hugged herself. “I believe that’s sleet. I don’t think we’ll be going anywhere ourselves for a while.”
“This day and age and not a phone number or email to be found between us to reach anyone, is there? You ever wonder why the powers that be insist on keeping things so old school?”
“It wouldn’t help even if we had contacts. There’s no service up here. Gabriel and I have been working on a portable backup drive we brought ourselves.”
“Aren’t you two just the ambitious little duo?”
Gabriel ignored the other man’s remark as he stared out the window. “Well, this is certain to cause us trouble. Jagged, I think it would be best if you retreat to one of the guest rooms. I can lock you in for your own safety.”
The vampire visibly bristled as he leaned against the wall. “I’m not an animal, mate. Believe it or not, I can survive being snowed in with you two without ripping your throats out.” He flashed a wide smile that showcased two delicate fangs. “Might be fun though. Besides, if you’re going to lock me up, you should lock up your sweet lil pup too.”
Nathalie scowled at him. “It’s not even close to the full moon. I’m in no danger of transforming here.”
“Wonder if there’s an old tale about this somewhere. A vampire, a werewolf, and a changeling snowed in late at night in the middle of nowhere…” Jagged chuckled to himself. “Who will survive, who will thrive, who will take an eternal dive….”
Gabriel turned away from the window and pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up in agitation. “Please don’t call me that.”
“S’whatcha are, Gabe. Wee little Fae babe who was left to be raised by humans ‘cause he couldn’t cut it in the courts. Nothing to be ashamed of. You got that pretty bride of yours due to your heritage and all. Worked out, didn’t it?”
“Don’t speak of things you don’t understand,” Gabriel warned with a growl.
“Oh, I understand,” Jagged replied with an easy grin. “I met her before you, ya know. Wouldn’t have worked out what with her being one with the sun but she was pretty enough for it to be tempting--”
Nathalie stepped between the men with a put upon sigh. “Since we don’t know how long we’re going to be here, perhaps it would be wise to take stock of our supplies instead of being immature brats. Jagged, did you bring any bagged blood with you?”
“Don’t drink the stuff, pet. I like my blood alive. Besides, usually they have willing donors at these things. Vamps aren’t the only ones who like blood and this was supposed to be a big meeting of the supernatural minds for the Winter Solstice and all that.”
“In other words, you’re unprepared.” She turned to Gabriel. “Do you think we can expect any of the others to make it here before things get too bad?”
“I think they’ve already gone bad unfortunately. I don’t believe anyone could make it in a storm like this. We should’ve left earlier before we got stuck here ourselves.”
Jagged pushed away from the wall. “Well, as much fun as it would be to watch you two moan and groan about our predicament the rest of the night, the cold doesn’t much bother me so I think I’ll be off.”
Nathalie snorted. “You can’t be serious.”
“Course I am. Not all warm blooded like you lot. I can walk right out of here.”
“You’d freeze,” she replied incredulously. “You wouldn’t make it to the nearest town before you froze in place and then the sun would catch you when it finally rose again. Even you have limitations.”
“Let him go. It’d make the stay much more pleasant,” Gabriel remarked. “Would you like to go see what the food situation is like? It’d be best to settle that early.”
“That sounds reasonable,” she agreed, following him towards the kitchen.
“I mean it. I’m leaving,” Jagged called after them. “Not waiting around.” He growled under his breath when he received no reply. He could leave. He could walk right out the door, but Nathalie was probably right. He didn’t have a clue where he was going and if the ground was frozen over, he’d have a hard time burying himself deep enough to keep safe from the rising sun. 
He grumbled to himself and dropped down on one of the couches. Flames licked the bricks of the fireplace and he watched them until he fell into a peaceful trance, letting his body shut down little by little to conserve energy. While it was fun to tease Gabriel and Nathalie, the worry that they might be there longer than anticipate nagged at the back of his mind. Better not to waste any energy he could hold onto for the time being. 
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“The bread’s gone stale.” Nathalie stared at her sandwich before taking another bite.
“There isn’t much more to put on it anyway. This was probably the last day we could do sandwiches.” Gabriel bit into his reluctantly and chewed as he reached for a book on the coffee table. “We can probably use the last pieces with some of the soup.”
“Cold soup and stale bread; I feel spoiled.”
“Things must be bad if you’re talking like that.”
“Losing the electricity’s made me cranky,” Nathalie said in way of apology. “I know we’re all making sacrifices.”
“At least you two get to eat,” Jagged whined, draping himself across the couch. “I’m starving. I’ve got bags under my eyes and my skin’s looking all waxy. I hate when my skin looks waxy. Haven’t looked this rough in decades.”
“Perhaps you should’ve left when you threatened to.” Gabriel didn’t look up from his book. “You know where the door is.”
“I can’t go out in this state. I wouldn’t make it to the end of the driveway. This storm’s unnatural. There’s a warlock or something behind it, mark my words.”
“I’ve been wondering about that actually.” Nathalie set her plate down and went to the wall of bookshelves, looking over the titles. “It might not be an accident we’re the only ones stuck here.”
Gabriel closed his book and looked to her across the room. “You really believe someone targeted the three of us?”
“I don’t know why they would. We’re only representatives, not even important members of our groups, but it’s just a feeling.”
“Why’d you have to go and bring that up?” Jagged groaned. “You’ve gone and made me think and now my head hurts.” He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. “See what you can find in those books about the Sacrifice of Three for the Solstice. I can’t believe I’m even considering that being a possibility. And keep it down; I need a nap.”
“Wait, what do you mean the Sacrifice of Three?”
The vampire didn’t reply as his body fell into a chilling stillness.
“He’s been doing that a lot the past day or so,” Nathalie remarked, keeping her voice low. She turned away from the sight and went back to the books. “It can’t be good.”
“He’s trying to conserve his energy, but I agree. We need to keep an eye on him. I don’t think it’d be wise for either of us to be alone with him at any time.” Gabriel set his own plate down and joined her by the bookshelves. “I’ll help you look while there’s still daylight.”
She cast another wary glance at the still vampire. “What if he loses control?”
Gabriel clenched his jaw. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“Not if?”
He didn’t respond, instead pulling a book of the shelf to thumb through it.
“What if we’re still here when the full moon hits?” she asked, voice quieter.
“We’ll deal with that as well.”
“I’d kill you both. I can’t control it.”
“Then we better look for a way to get out of here, hmm?” He met her eyes and they shared a look of understanding before she nodded and they continued their search.
Buy me a cherry coke?
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neshabeingchildish · 5 years ago
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WEEK FOUR: GENERAL PROMPTS ♡ 1/27 | Fluff #2
So, in true Nesha fashion, I’m gonna go a little bit in a direction that I’m unsure of whether or not it’s what is being sought out, but my interpretation of the prompts. Idk if I’ll keep up with it this week. We’ll see what type of feedback I get about today’s… Which… Anybody paying any attention to me will know that Fluff is not my ministry, but I’ll give it a try. Here is my premise: I am going to take the AU universes that I put out last week and give y’all a drabble for each with this week’s concepts. At least, that’s my goal. So, here goes.
Fantasy  ♡ Full Moon Over Swellview
Jasper handed out Valentines’ cards to everyone in the school that he knew. A lot of people were EXTREMELY happy to get them, to Charlotte’s surprise. They were 16 years old. Who the heck cared about Valentines’ Day Capitalism? Apparently everyone but her. Henry had even made himself a little business on the side, accepting flower gram orders for $3, since the high school didn’t do them anymore after a budget crisis that Captain Man caused.  Charlotte found it appalling that Henry would profit off of a service that he was at leas partially responsible for the school having to give up, but… who was she gonna tell but he and Jasper? Nobody knew that Henry was Kid Danger, and she valued that secret. She’d SOONER tell them that he was a vampire. She wouldn’t tell either.
Whenever she got to her locker, she found a red sack attached to it and sighed, opening it up and looking inside. It was some type of scroll. Trusting no one, she glanced around and when she was convinced that the coast was clear, scanned it to be certain it wasn’t a set up of dark forces. It was just from Jasper. She laughed and opened it. An invitation to a Valentine’s Day dinner. She tossed the scroll and the sack into her locker and yelped when she turned around and Henry was there with a bouquet. “Hey! I got you some flowers!” He said. She put her hand over her heart. “There are A LOT of people who like you. Never would’ve guessed.” She took them and stuffed them in her locker, not even bothering to glance at the cards that went with them. “Wow. So playa,” Henry said, impressed.
“I HATE these aspects of Valetines’ Day!” she complained. “You know… it wasn’t even initially candy and card sales. It was a love lottery for fertility. We should be banging, if we really want to celebrate.”
“I have no problems with that,” he said. She threw him a look. “It’s all in good fun. NOTHING that we celebrate has it’s original meanings. Well… I mean, the rest of us. You’re probably gonna Pagan the heck out of today, huh?”
“No, not really, but I did make something for Jasper, because of the whole  Lupercalia lore.” She could tell from Henry’s face that he had no idea what she was talking about, so she gave him the quick notes, “Old Pagan custom is kinda a part of werewolf history.”
“Oh.”
“So, I made him these little Romulus and Remus, feeding on the She Wolf.” Henry’s eyes were wide in confusion. “He will maybe know what it represents and probably like it!” She snapped and slammed her locker. “This holiday is stupid, anyway! Who spends all the time and money that people spend on these things for high school relationships? None of the couples that you unethically charged for flower grams are gonna last.”
“You are the Scrooge of Valentine’s Day,” Henry commented.
“I am the Scrooge of any observation that the Christians stole and remarketed when they were traveling the world killing people for being unbelievers. No offense to the ones that just go to church and go home until they die, but let’s be very factual about how much history and culture that religion has taken and ruined! And in the name of such a progressive miracle working practitioner!”
“How about this? Forget the Christians stealing it and making it about cards and candy and just look at it as a night to get to pet Jasper’s belly and scratch behind his ears by candlelight. That’s what I’m doing.” Henry said. “Nobody hates Christianity more than the vamps. We literally will burst into flames at a crucifix wielded with enough holy hate.” She laughed at the phrase “holy hate.” But… that was a good way to take her mind off of things.
The truth was that a lot of warrior witches lead lonely lives. Battling the evils that defied nature, the ones that misuse nature for their dark purposes, and so on… That almost guaranteed that she couldn’t get close to people, make many friends, or fall in love. The fact that these normals were always “falling in love” only to throw it away in a few months and still made an entire DAY of it was irritating to behold. They took so much for granted all of the time and she was frequently sick of it. But, if she was gonna spend time with her friends, that was at least cool.
Jasper made a setting in the Man Cave for the three of them. He’d of course invited both of the “loves of his life” to this Valentine’s Day event, set the table with stuff that the three of them loved and decorated the place with red and hearts. He got them into their seats and then took his own. “So… I hope that everybody enjoys everything. I wanted to treat you both to something special, because I love both of you and I know that neither of you believe that you’ll ever find love, (both Henry and Charlotte began to try to argue with that assessment) whether or not either of you will admit it. But, I love you both. So, Happy… Day of Love.” He didn’t want to say the “V” word around Charlotte and start a tangent.
“Charlotte’s got a present for you, Dude.” Henry said, reaching out to adjust the bouquet that Jasper had placed in the center of the table. It needed a little bit of work. Jasper looked at Charlotte, excitedly. The “wagging his tail look,” she thought of it as, because if he was in wolf form, she knew that he would be.
“Yeah… It’s probably stupid. You might not even like it, just in observance of this time of year, I made this little display…” She reached into her satchel and pulled out something wrapped in a red fabric. “Actually made from 100% Jasper hair and fur… also wood, from a very sacred tree, to my family… and some crystals that I… had…” She was TRYING not to blabber, because that made the gift even more important, she realized with everything that she said.
He was now looking at the unwrapped thing. Twin boys with hair like his suckling on a lady wolf with twinkling eyes and the word Lupercalia carved into the base. “This is the most beautiful thing that anyone has ever given me,” he said in a small voice. “I love it… and you!” He gave her a hug and a kiss and set it on the table, near the bouquet. “I’m gonna cherish this forever.”
“Henry, I also got YOU a gift!” Henry gasped. He honestly hadn’t expected one! She was SO against it, and as far as he knew, there were no vampire ties to this holiday, and even if there were, she was still pretty anti-vampire, no matter how much she tried to accept him, personally. She pulled out a jewelry box and he opened it to see a glass vile, attached to a necklace with symbols. “Is… is this YOURS?” He asked.
“Yes.” It was super forbidden in her practice to offer her blood to a vampire. Vampires would drain witches dry and discard all remains, in order to keep safe from possible attacks. So, for her to offer it to him was a huge show of faith, and huge sign of love. He rushed to give her a hug and a kiss too, then she helped him put it on. He was never going to take it off.
She wondered, “Did you two get each other anything special?”
Jasper shrugged and said, “I have a pitcher of blood on the table for the feast.
Henry said, “I got him some of those Valentines Day chew toys from the pet store.”
“You two are SO romantic,” she said sarcastically. They laughed, then everybody paused when Ray came in, dressed like cupid and setting food on the table. Charlotte shook her head and said, “Nope.” Then got up from the table.
“Charlotte! You can’t leave now. It’s the feast time! We can do fertility stuff if you want!” Henry called.
“Ray is in a little toga with wings! A LINE HAS BEEN CROSSED!” Truth be told, she was filled up with emotion from everything that had taken place. She just needed to breathe for a moment. Did she wanna see Ray in a toga? Absolutely the entire heck not. But... she was never gonna say that she wasn’t 100% against “doing fertility stuff” with her boys. She blushed, glad that none of them could hear her thoughts.
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trvegevse · 5 years ago
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malkavian beej things
note: this is a vampire au specifically set in the vampire: the masquerade tabletop rpg universe! i used the most recent edition V5 as a reference point! there’s a wiki with all the info you’d need if you wanna understand this au better lol
- lawrence shoggoth was a young poor street cleaner in 1904 new york city with a bad gambling habit; he caught the eye of one of the high rollers, juno, and she took him under her wing
- juno was a malkavian who gambled as a means of using humans and playing with their emotions, using her powers of premonition and auspex to cheat and pick away at their defences. she never did it for the money, but ended up pretty rich because of it
- she takes notice of lawrence because he has nothing to lose and no familial ties; juno made lawrence her ghoul, giving him little bits of her blood in exchange for his services as her mortal eyes and ears
- eventually, she embraces him fully, and free of the ghoulish blood bond lawrence, now a full malkavian and going by betelgeuse, begins to have sour feelings towards her. she’s a harsh sire and after a decade or so he plots to kill her; he diablerizes her, draining all her blood and thus raising his own blood potency. this is a crime amongst the camarilla, so this is a big secret of his
- he goes on to take her place as a renowned gambler, known for his flashy displays, dramatics, and above all his ability to read people and see the future (and the past). he’s seen as a marvel among humans, but other vampires are weary and skeptical of him
- other vampires take notice of his sway with kine and use him; at one point, he worked under the nyc court’s tremere primogen, taking care of their dirty work — in the end, he screwed up enough that they tossed him out, and among many members of the court he’s seen as an embarrassment
- in modern nights, he’s left gambling behind and has now turned his charms to being a small-time cult leader, known for his sleazy yet irresistible personality and his unpredictable visions. he uses this position as a means of providing himself with willing human victims
- he’s got heightened night sight, able to see clearly in the dark as if it were brightly lit. when he uses it, his eyes glow; his disciplines are obfuscate and dominate, meaning he can turn invisible and manipulate the minds of others
- other merits/flaws: he’s more flexible than the normal vampire, able to fit into tight spaces; he can eat human food without immediately throwing it up, though it gives him no nourishment; he has a folkloric block that manifests in an aversion to holy places/objects; a cold breeze follows him wherever he goes; he’s an organovore and needs to consume the organs of his victims in order to gain nourishment; he never learned to read and write in life, leaving him mostly illiterate
- his touchstones (human relations that keep him grounded and prevent him from fully giving in to the beast) are the maitlands, a couple that helped him get back on his feet after one of his worse screw-ups in vampire society and that he bears special attachment to, and lydia deetz, a teenager who sees through his dramatics and who fascinates him
- malkavian embraces are rough on the mind, with their clan bane being a dynamic worldview that manifests in some kind of mental instability; lawrence already suffered from some manic-depressive episodes, and the embrace magnified them—on top of that, he developed histrionics and some megalomania, his indlated sense of self leading him to be eccentric, dramatic, and attention-obsessed; he also has lost all physical feeling in his body, save for some extreme inflictions
- because he’s a malkavian, he shares a hivemind with others of his clan known as the madness network—through this, he hears voices that comment on the world around him, sees the secrets of others, and occasionally sees visions, though these may be future, past, or present and may have no relevance to him
- he’s covered in tattoos, many of which are nonsensical representations of what he sees and hears through the madness network
- he’s transmasculine hell yeah
- he’s got a moderate to low humanity, not entirely lost to the beast but definitely not a beacon of morality. he’s not afraid to put human lives at risk and does often kill the humans he feeds from
- all-in-all he’s pretty nasty and also the camarilla doesnt like him too much but he has his uses and vamps are all about using each other so they keep him around lmao
- he kinda makes a fuss a lot though and endangers the masquerade so they’re beginning to reconsider it
- watch out bj
- but like everyone’s scared of malkavians so
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puppyluver256 · 5 years ago
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Okay, so since I mentioned it, here’s some ideas I’ve for for an SFM x Persona AU.
Flower Kid’s the wild card (going by the rules for P3 and onward for this as that’s what I’m more familiar with), meaning they have the contract with the Velvet Room and can use multiple Personas.
Most of the Persona users are gonna be the kids (some of ‘em aged up so that they’d all be in the same school, not for any weird reasons), with only one adult I can think of atm who’d have one and also be on the protag team.
There’d have to be some finagling with social link/confidant assignment because there are 22 major arcana and 24 viable SFM characters counting FK and Habit, but thankfully P3 FES and P4G provided some extras from non-standard tarot decks to make everyone fit yaaaayyy
Storyline ideas: FK is sent to live with a friend of their mom in a small town for a while for as-of-yet undetermined reasons. That friend is Kamal because I both want him to be heavily involved in the “main” plot and need someone to pass on the details of a certain event that unknowingly kickstarted the story’s major conflict.
Apparently a few years ago his former boss (and budding love interest) just...vanished without a trace. No one had any clue where he went and it was the talk of the town for a while after, but the disappearance was never solved. Kamal believes he’s still alive somewhere, even though hardly anyone else thinks so given the timespan between then and present.
First night they’re staying at Kamal’s place, the TV in FK’s room acts up a bit. Starts playing this weird late-night puppet show for some reason? (yeah you can tell where most of my Persona love is funneled here, Midnight Channel homage combined with the PSAs hehehehe but that’s as far as it goes, we’re not jumping into TVs here)
FK goes to school and meets two of their classmates, Nat and Trevor, and Trev immediately starts getting into the conspiracy theory stuff while Nat’s tryin’ to get him to not overload the new kid. Though even she has to admit this town has had some weird things happen, like that old couple a few months ago who disappeared only for their dead bodies to show up again days later, teeth gone and flowers somehow growing from their insides? And someone else has gone missing lately, some real estate lady that no one liked. Guess who shows up the next day in the same condition as the old couple? Whu-oh.
One thing leads to another and this trio somehow stumbles into an alternate dimension of sorts. The “other world” in this AU consists of gardens that find a person with serious pent-up emotions and target what’s really eating them inside and bringing them down in order to, well, prune those bad feels for lack of better phrasing. The shadows there believe they’re making people happy, but you can probably guess that ain’t the case
This is where they get their Personas! Idk what Personas they’d have (except I think it’d be funny if Nat’s was Alucard because vamp fam jokes and idk if he’s this way in anything else he shows up in but the one I vaguely know is half vamp too) but regardless FK, Nat, and Trevor are the first three of the Persona-using protag team.
In a vein similar to P4′s floating cards, P5′s masks, and *ahem* P3′s method (not describing for reasons of suicidal imagery, even though there’s no actual death involved), the Persona-users in this AU get flowers that appear on their chests while in the gardens. And yes, the flowers I imagine they’d have are the ones I’ve been putting in the backgrounds of my Habitician illustrations. :3c
There’s this weird long-haired kid that keeps showing up and only FK can see him for some reason? He seems to know things about the gardens (which he collectively refers to as Eden) and gives them advice for a while. He’s very protective of that potted plant he carries around, too...
Social Links abound! So many Social Links. Everyone gets a Social Link!
Igor remains unchanged, because he’s friggin’ Igor that’s why. The Velvet Room assistant this time is a more human-looking variant of the Carlas, specifically the fortune-telling one. Her hair would start off the same color as every other Velvet Room assistant sans Marie, but at some point she’d wanna get it dyed the same color that her original SFM counterpart’s is. I imagine she’d be a lot like Elizabeth in that she’d not just have fusion requests but also want random items or to visit the town with FK for funsies.
Oh yeah, I should probably talk about Habit in this AU, huh. Well...let’s just say Kamal was right about him still being alive and kicking. ;-)
(spoilers he discovered Eden as well, started calling it the Habitat and set about making it his own in order to make people happy, or that was his intention and now it’s just spiraling all kinds of wrong)
FK’s ultimate Persona and Habit’s? Nearly the exact same. Think Yu’s Izanagi vs Adachi’s Magatsu Izanagi, except Habit’s version of this shared Persona isn’t even close to being an Obviously Evil Duplicate. Just slightly altered aesthetic, maybe a shifted color scheme, nothing too drastically different.
If anyone has any more ideas, especially for potential Personas the characters could have, feel free to throw ‘em at me! I really wanna start thinking of what arcana they’d all be too, but I’m confident enough in my knowledge of tarot to figure that out pretty well on my own. As both a NiGHTS fan and Persona fan, I probably know too much about tarot than anyone who doesn’t actually use the cards reasonably should. (and yeah, if anyone’s curious about the NiGHTS thing, fan favorite boss Jackle throws tarot cards atcha and that’s how I got interested in the subject XD)
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qpraphael · 6 years ago
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Tagged in a fic thing #selfad
It's called 20 First Lines and you just copy the first lines of your most recent stories. Bonus: Look for a pattern. (lol)
@enkelimagnus tagged me and had a great idea. She did 10 un-posted, and 10 posted. (Idk if I even have 20 fics posted? lol) so imma do that, too.
Siphael is Simon and Raphael in a QPR.
Posted on ao3 holymad: (apparently i published 35 fics??)
“Magnus has been called to a new vampire in Camille's clan.” From Magnus and Baby Vamps (wip, Magnus&Raphael, ch2 add Simon)
“Magnus takes his coffee-ish pop drink/milkshake from the barista and turns around, looking for a free seat.” From Supermans and Clark Kents (wip, ex-Camagnus, Malec I've been at this the last two weeks ok I'm D.O.N.E.)
“Harry starts laughing and puts his thumb to his lips the same way he does when Alec kisses Magnus.” From Revenge (finished, rpf, actual marriages and it's literally the only one on ao3 with shumbara and kimdario lol)
“Raphael is reading a book in peaceful silence when Simon speeds into the room, throws himself onto the couch and lays his head in Raphael's lap” From Hate or Date or Mate or Neither? (finished, Claiasiphael)
“Simon wakes up from some sort of noise.” From First Snow (wip, can be read alone. Saphael so far.)
"<Honey, we gotta do something against Valentine,> Luke whispers into Maryse's hair.” From Young Love and the Clave (finished, Maruke, Garrostern parabatai)
“Alexander is looking deep into his eyes.” From The Day After (finished, Malec. I'm actually v proud of this even if a lot of things are happening.)
“<Hey Alec! Ready for the movie of the decade,> he calls into the quiet loft.” From A as in Amazing (finished, Malec)
“The credits roll and so do Magnus's tears.” From Death (finished, Malec. I swear nobody dies ok. Also, yes, this is the second chapter. The first isn't plot.)
*Robert sitting in office doing kingsy stuff because he's a king* From Fusion (wip, Maruke+Waywood(?) and Malec, maybe Clizzy. how sleep deprived was i to write and post that.)
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So far it's mostly something happens? Some dialogue, one… setting. I like that. I also don't like fics/stories/novels/bla that take paragraphs or pages to describe the color of trees three blocks further.
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Not posted WIPs that I do wanna post someday lol
“The train is so full but Clary has to sit down.” From a Claia fic, side Si+phael, Clary is deaf and Maia learned sign language for higher koalifications as a barkeeper.
“So, where would you like to live?” Malec, Magnus&Ragnor. A ficlet from the big thing hopefully coming before we enter the 20s...
“B puts down his eighth strawberry daiquiri.” OC / OC same big thing, different people. Side Si+phael.
“Magnus strolls along the Broadway for new musicals to watch when he hears shouting from a parallel street.” Malec, soulmate fic. Can't decide on a lot of things. Idk.
“Alec looks over at Magnus with that blinding grin. <We're doctors!>” Malec are vets. That's it.
“Raphael sits on Magnus's lap sucking on his thumb, leaning against his body.” Human AU, Malec are dads (or dad-brother) at the kids doctor. Like this is a 4 years old Rapha and Max is Alec's literal brother. Not the Lw-B kids. Features anti-vac Lw parents xd
“Magnus puts the key into the door feeling guilty.” This long bitch. Malec songfic but you gotta look up the song because you can't upload a full songtext to ao3 :)
“Camille ordered Raphael to kidnap Simon for another feed.” Prestory for the Magnus and Baby Vamps ch2 plot. Use 50% likely xD
“<Asian male in his thirties.” An ambulance au. I completely forgot about this lol Malec and Siphia. (Might change to Claiasiphael ig)
“<Hey Honey, I'm hooome,> Magnus calls.” Alec pavlovs Magnus into saying he's a good person. That's it. xD
I tag everyone! This takes ages but it's so fun lol
@some-thrilling-heroics @raphaelxantiago @gingerangelofthursday idk are you a writer then you are tagged!!
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matskreider-blog · 6 years ago
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🌙✨ –;; questions about the marked boy.? questions about guys my age? just wanna see me explain myself and my actions? check below the cut.
why do you have another one?
why not? but in all seriousness, guys my age had a plan, once upon a time. i wanted to finish it and i wanted to get to write more for juuse and pekka in that different verse with like, sub-world building involved as well. but it wound up becoming something that i didn’t really want to write anymore. i felt that i had written myself into a corner, and there wasn’t really a good way to get myself out of it without completely restructuring everything that i had already written and posted. so instead of going back, editing things, and changing it up or just deleting the works, i figured i’d let that rest where it is and start up with a new take on vamp!pekka and juuse. 
why did you do THAT to pekka and juuse? 
it all started because i love juuse’s lil mole on his face and then he went and had it removed. so then i started thinking about soulmate aus and about destinies, and then of course pekka came in, and from there this was born. pekka....he has his reasons, for being the way he is. i hope as the story progresses you’ll look back at this first meeting like ‘oh shit it was there all along’ but i’m not entirely sure how well my set up went. i want this story to keep its darkness and its sort of disquieting feeling to it, and it’s definitely going to go places that none of my other writing (for hockey rpf, at least) has ever gone before. hope y’all enjoy the ride tho!!
...how dark is dark, kay.
it’s not going to warrant any archive warnings (except for perhaps graphic violence but that remains to be seen) and while juuse’s situation is far from normal, he will be fine. his parents’ actions will start to make sense, i hope, as the story progresses. and shouldn’t everyone listen to librarians more?
will you ever continue guys my age?
like i said earlier, i don’t think i’m going to continue it. it’s kind of okay where it is now, if not a little bit open ended, but i have no plans as of right now to go back and finish it.
can you tell us what was going to happen in guys my age?
some of what i wanted to do with guys my age, in the far future, i might put into the marked boy. so i don’t think i’m going to spill too many secrets. (so that’s a not yet 😈) 
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jennycalendar · 6 years ago
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2018 fic writing roundup
tagged by @catty-words​ !! thank u darling
i have this lingering suspicion that the 92k mess that is imperfections has a tendency of bumping up my word count, but also i’ve been writing particularly A Lot this year. so. yikes. this’ll be a mess
Total 2018 Word Count: 465,233 (so uh. yikes squared?) Total 2018 Hits: 16,798 Other 2018 AO3 Stats: Kudos: 1,592; Comment threads: 457; Bookmarks: 186; Subscriptions: 121.
Total 2017 Word Count: 171,640   Total 2017 Hits: 9,156 Other 2017 AO3 Stats: Kudos: 841; Comment threads: 172; Bookmarks: 126; Subscriptions: 40.
Links and Titles to 2018 Works (buckle up kids)
ten questions for new year’s eve (6,669 words) lonely s4 giles meets jenny on new year’s eve. basically fluff laced with some light angst, which i think set the tone for most of my writing this year
forever (4,738 words) some assorted femslash ficlets from tumblr that i immediately forgot about after february. it of course got buried under a deluge of jenny fic but there’s still some cute stuff there! i had a lot of fun in particular writing about bb willow and the beginnings of her attraction to girls
she’s your destiny (9,560 words) AHHHHHH I FORGOT I WROTE THIS. blessings of writing This Much. soulmate au with buffy/willow and giles/jenny where like. none of them are soulmates but they fall crazy in love anyway.
the happy-ending bouquet (3,851 words) set in 2018. giles and jenny have been married for something like 15 years and are still very happy and in love. basically just an endless deluge of fluff
personas (2,729 words) hhhhh i hesitate to count this as a 2018 fic, because i technically posted it in summer 2017 and then deleted it for reasons unknown (even to me). but there aren’t enough fics that explore jenny’s fractured sense of identity and her broken heart and i love my girl so much. so. wrote that.
something real (2,173 words) my valentine’s day fic!! a friend and i share the headcanon that jenny would have finally shoved her way back into giles’s heart if not for the love spell throwing her off, so. wrote a fic where that happened, albeit somewhat angstily.
direct, but not unwelcome (4,478 words) this fic always makes me cringe, a little; the office verse was written largely for faith and tara, and writing giles and jenny in it was a decision i don’t entirely like (mostly bc there really is no narrative place for either of them). but it has a few good lines ig?
putting a ring on it (2,370 words) giles and jenny proposal fic!! a little wobbly in places imo but still so fun to write. those two deserve all the fluff
the second choice soulmates (6,942 words) the inevitable faith/tara sequel to the soulmate au!! i had it planned from the second i started writing the first fic in that series, and i had a lot of fun with it. in which faith and tara have to deal with their soulmates being in love with each other, and end up falling in love themselves.
nightmares and the aftermath (1,205 words) the first fic i wrote in the ripper au! ripper has a nightmare; jenny talks him through it.
the inherent complexity of falling in love (3,519 words) more soulmate au nonsense!! this time with solely giles and jenny!! 
let’s stay together (857 words) i say that this is “a series of vignettes in which ben, ann, and leslie are dating” but really it’s just one. i’ve kept it in bc i really wanna write more than one. ben/leslie/ann is such a blessed ship and there are no fics for it! which is ridiculous! because they really should all be dating!! leslie has two hands y’all
moments of connection in an uncertain world (3,351 words) the olivia/jenny fic that set that amazing ship on its course. set in asoue; jenny’s identity in the narrative is ambiguous bc jenny’s identity in every narrative is ambiguous. mystery bicon
amends (remixed) (2,988 words) i’m like 99 percent sure i spite-wrote this fic after watching amends bc that really seems like something i would do. in which ghost jenny makes sure buffy, angel, and giles all know that she doesn’t blame them for a single thing.
it’s a family affair (11 chapters) jenny, married to giles and mom to two daughters, loses her memory. i meant for this to be an exploration of jenny and giles’s relationship + jenny as a character, but with hindsight i feel like i kinda rushed it. maybe someday i’ll come back and expand this a little?
maybe i’m in love (24 chapters) CRIES. this fic was posted all in one day and got buried under the deluge of fic i wrote this year and i am still so sad that it remains forgotten. even by me. like i forgot it existed till now. but it is the treasure of my heart and i am still not sure what i can possibly do for calendiles day 2019 that will even come close to “slow burn giles/jenny series rewrite in script format.”
dragonslayers (8,048 words) i go back and forth between whether adding a sequel to a sappy-happy-ending fic was actually needed, but i had a lot of fun writing jenny and anya and tara being friends and adopting a dog. those girls deserve so much better.
tech support (1,315 words) jenny works at angel investigations, and giles meets her when he and buffy drive up to la to get a book. unabashed fluff.
family ties (2,294 words) giles introduces jenny to his dad and the aunts. i had giles call himself “rupert” for the entire fic and forgot to explain why i made the choice to do so (and there was a damn good reason!!!) so every time i see this fic....Regret™
i like you (992 words) the product of me realizing “wait, i never wrote a fic about my Very Specific Headcanon that giles and jenny had sex after school hard!!!” and then going ahead and writing that fic. not explicit; lots of giles and jenny being dumb and in love
take me now! (3,460 words) the sister fic to my other jenny/olivia fic! in this one, jenny’s a watcher and olivia’s the sweet librarian who has her all blushy.
the grieving process (9,771 words) this fic! was! such a trip to write! i wanted to write something where giles’s s6 issues were confronted. originally i wrote a jenny’s-alive fic where he goes to her place in la after leaving buffy in tabula rasa, but the mood of that fic was miserable and hostile, so i changed things ever so slightly. and then it became “giles goes to jenny after buffy dies,” and that transitioned into “giles actually finally gets to have an outlet for his emotions,” and then it became a very soft fic that i love very much.
unsolved mysteries (1,704 words) a modern jackaby au! where jenny cavanaugh has trauma-related anxiety and eats pretzels w jackaby in a hall closet! surprisingly soft.
the cleanup crew (2,968 words) post-ted; buffy calls jenny and giles in to help her with ted’s robot body. because that ep was a hot mess and too many things were tied up too fast.
princess charming (2,754 words) written thanks to a throwaway line from the grieving process! about jenny saving fred in pylea! @theforestlesbian​ mentioned in a review that this fic came off as “the adventures of jenny” and that was the best compliment ever.
untraditional, unconditional (4,223 words) ripper au! ripper and jenny get married! i don’t think i will ever write a better calendiles wedding than this one.
gettin’ bi (1,215 words) jenny and giles come out to each other. that’s really it.
intimacy (1,058 words) some root/shaw fluff. g o sh at some point i really should finish poi huh
the battle’s done (and we kind of won) (5,026 words) post-chosen; jenny inexplicably comes back from the dead, and giles works thru the messy aftermath of s7.
chaos, vengeance, love (1,412 words) giles’s exes talk over his grave. (and yes, i do mean jenny and ethan.)
buffy summers, muggle-born (6,075 words) buffy goes to hogwarts! this was meant to set the scene for a loosely connected string of fics, but i could never decide whether i wanted them to be chaptered fics or oneshots. i do have like 3 large chapters saved to my computer, tho :/
a eulogy (920 words) jenny calendar, as told by how she’s remembered.
survivors’ guilt (4,690 words) in which giles dies instead of jenny, and jenny and buffy deal with it poorly. my only problem w this fic is that i really wish i’d explored the messy aftermath of what might have happened if jenny had brought giles back. 2019 project y/y?
regarding honor and honesty in the workplace (43 chapters) CRIES IN JENNY/LILAH. given that i did not shut up about this fucking fic for a good 3 months, i don’t think it needs a summary.
maybe we could have a thing (3,184 words) giles and jenny’s first date!! canon told us they went out beforehand and it really did need to be ficced.
the most important words (2,753 words) passion fix-it! how many of these have i written dfshlsdhdf. anyway, by some lucky stroke, jenny doesn’t die, but she’s understandably kind of a mess. giles tries to help.
that brown-eyed technopagan (2,821 words) ripper au! willow has a HUGE crush on jenny calendar, who in this ‘verse is in her senior year at sunnydale high. lots of high school shenanigans.
seven new and very bad songs about jenny (8,597 words) another ripper au fic, this one about what it takes for ripper to finally give in and kiss the girl.
love of mine (282 words) one of the two fics i have written that involves giles grieving jenny. angst abounds.
the adjustment period (4024 words) i wanted to write about how weak vamp jenny is for her gf, so i returned to the grand romantic gestures ‘verse and explored that. femslash calendiles!!
love, scotch, and late-night parties (2,539 words) the aftermath of eyghon in the ripper au. jenny wants to be smothered in attention from ripper; ripper wants to give jenny the space he thinks she needs. basically the exact opposite of canon with the exact same inability to communicate.
father and son (3,761 words) in which ripper examines his relationship to his dad, and worries about treating his new son the same way. (spoiler alert: he obviously does not.)
imperfections (46 chapters) TECHNICALLY i added a few new chapters in 2018. i stg i’ll at least get closer to finishing it this year.
happily ever after (2,005 words) set after the dire king! jenny and jackaby being dumb and in love and experimenting with “the mechanics of ghost-human relations.”
cardboard robot (2,097 words) ripper au: halloween edition! ripper gets a pumpkin stuck on his head and sings about jenny, who Definitely Doesn’t Like Him What Are You Talking About Shut Up.
tea, with honey (3,295 words) a modern jackaby au, where jenny’s trauma really is trauma with no ghost metaphor. jackaby, darling of my heart, is still just as sympathetic.
very really married (6 chapters) THIS I WILL FINISH IN 2019. FOR REALS. i have too many unpublished chapters on my laptop to NOT finish it. set in s1; giles and jenny get drunk married in las vegas pre-canon. which, of course, adds a whole new level of complexity to both of giles’s new jobs.
coping (2,611 words) i really wanted to write about jenny and eyghon, bc there are like 0 fics that address the absolute mess that canon throws at that woman. so i did. very angsty with no clear happy ending, bc that’s what happens when you write canon compliant fic about jenny calendar.
yours (2,747 words) my first foray into writing phryne and jack! and, if the 4k-and-counting wip is anything to go by, definitely not my last. 2018 brought me a lot of things, but watching mfmm all the way through was definitely one of the best.
family ties (2,640 words) catch me crying about river and the ponds for the rest of my life, probably. centered around river’s graduation from luna university and her relationship with her parents.
decently clothed (1,516 words) lots of dumb calendiles fluff!! based on a paragraph from a btvs novel; jenny and giles go clothes shopping. it’s exactly as cute as it sounds.
making things right (1,060 words) passion fix-it that came to me when i thought “what if jenny survived, but didn’t even care that she’d almost died, bc what really mattered was that she’d fixed things with giles and buffy?? lmao how badly would that fuck giles up, knowing that she placed earning his trust over her own life???” and then i wrote it bc i love pain
bless her soul (6,294 words) s3. jenny comes back wrong. lots of explorations of the guilt that buffy, giles, and angel harbored for jenny’s death, with none of the pain of using jenny solely as a mouthpiece for evil. so like. amends done right.
dear friend (1 chapter, so far) a you’ve got mail calendiles au that i really do intend to work on some more in 2019.
haunted (15,622 words) WHAT a note to end 2018 on. a (mostly) non-supernatural au in which jenny, after an intense & awful trauma, leaves sunnydale and buys a ridiculously inexpensive mansion in england. why was it so cheap? because giles, the ghost who lives there, has been scaring off buyers. naturally, jenny is not easily rattled.
Favorite Fic: it’s hard to choose bc i wrote so many but for now i’ll pick bless her soul. writing the-first-as-jenny and playing up scooby guilt while still getting to bring jenny back for a happy ending??? that was just so much fun.
Hardest Fic: very really married. absolutely. i was in a v weird place while writing that fic, so that certainly didn’t help, but that fic has been giving me Trouble since i started writing it.
Do You Plan to Take Prompts in 2019? always!!
What was the best thing about 2018? friendsssss!!! i’m entering 2019 with a lot of solid friendships, which really wasn’t the case in 2018. 
What was the worst thing about 2018? tbh the answer will always and forever be “my mom” until i am out of this house
Any last thoughts for 2018? how the FUCK did i WRITE more than half of the fics i have posted on ao3 in THIS YEAR ALONE. 55 FICS. i’m REELING.
Goals for 2019
finish the cheesy au g/j multichapters i started
maybe start work on a detective au sequel? i miss that ‘verse
more ripper au fic!!!!!
more jenny/olivia!!!
more jenny centric fic in general like It’s What She Deserves
SOMETHING about jenny and angel. i talk big talk about how much that dynamic fascinates me but i only ever touch on it in fic. it’s never the central focus.
finish the phryne/jack fic i’m working on, and maybe...tentatively...write more?
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newtospnfandom-blog · 6 years ago
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I'll Never Hear The End Of It (A Soulmate AU)
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader.
Warnings: bit of angst, vamp attach, language (but not really, just dammit).
Inspired tlby the saying "I'll never hear the end of it" bolded in the fic. Thank you to @the--blackdahlia for betaing this for me. I'm on mobile so no other tags until the reblog. I'm sorry. Gif isn't mine.
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Stories. The greatest way to learn about someone. Their history. Their passion. Why they are the way they are. They also happen to be the only way to know when you've met your soulmate.
Until the fateful day that each person met their perfect match; their better half, the love of their life; they would never be able to listen, watch or read the end of any story unless their the ones telling it. Spoken works would become jumbled gibberish, and movies or written words would become blurry and unrecognizable. Some people never met their soulmates, living their entire lives in a state of confusion. Others were lucky enough to find theirs as children, playing innocently on the playground.
Then there was Dean.
At the age of 36, Dean had still never heard the end of a story. That had made school hard. Sure they had special schools for people who hadn't met their soulmates yet, ones with lower requirements that make you less likely to get into college but school nonetheless. For Dean though, not knowing the end of the lessons combined with always moving around with his dad for cases Dean struggled with school. Somehow Sam had excelled and even made it into Stanford without ever meeting his soulmate. Colleges never offer 'SF’ classes, as they were called, Soulmate Free. How depressing. But when Dean went to get Sam to help find his dad he was shocked when Sam got his full message. Sam had found her, his soulmate. Jessica was a wonderful girl. It's a shame what happened and Dean blamed himself every day for it.
That was ten years ago.
Now Dean was waiting on a double bed in some cheap, dingey motel in the Midwest where he was pretty sure a nest of vamps were racking up dead bodies left and right. It had been two days, and several witnesses later he still didn't have a clue where the nest might be.
“It'd be easier if I could hear everything” Dean grumbled. He was getting frustrated that he couldn't do his job properly. Having to leave a majority of the interview work to Sam. “Sammy hurry up! I want to hit the bar tonight.”
“Alright alright, I'm ready.” Sam said, emerging from the bathroom in his fed suit.
Later that night
“Dammit!” Dean threw his suit jacket across the room with all his weight, it not damaging the wall as he wanted, or shattering the way a beer bottle would have.
“Dean calm down. We'll get them. I promise.” Sam tried to console his brother but he knew this wasn't just about the vamps’ newest victim.
“I can't calm down! We talked to that guy less than two hours before the vamps got there! They know we're here and they're taunting us Sam! And you wanna know the worst part? I CAN'T DO A DAMN THIS ABOUT IT!!!” Dean yelled at his brother, “I can't do a damn thing Sam because I can't hear the end of the witness stories where the most clues may be hiding. I can't hear the end of the statement that could save their lives, and I'll never hear the end of it!”
After his outburst, Dean went over to the mini fridge in their room and pulled out two beers. Opening one and downing it as fast as the glass bottle and his body would allow, then opened the second and took another long mouthful. Sam could see that his brother was hurting but had no idea what he could do. Just as he went to speak his phone rang.
“Agent Sixx,” Sam answered, “uh-huh. Okay, we'll talk to her tomorrow see what really happened. Thanks sheriff.” Placing his phone down Sam turns to his brother, who's almost done his third beer already. Where'd the second go so fast? Sam wonders to himself but decided to table it for another time. “That was the sheriff, -”
“Well, no shit Sherlock. Let me guess, some chick said she saw something and he doesn't believe her so now we gotta go talk to her? Sound about right?”
“Dean the sheriff said she claims to know where there's a place full of vampires that she found because she ogodbsofje kdoej djjfidk dnekd.”
“Well I didn't hear the end of that but I heard the important part. Finally a good lead. I mean so long as she ain't crazy,” Dean said, his mood visibly improved, “so wait, why can we talk to her tonight?”
“Sheriff said she's unavailable at the moment since she's so shaken up but will talk to us tomorrow if we go fjdi jdownfdk jfksnduek ssdj disksb.”
Dean sighed, “Dude, you're really good at putting the important info at the start of your story, and I thank you for that, but I didn't hear where we are going or when. Tomorrow just tell me to get dressed when it's time and then you can drive.” Sam's eyebrows shot up in surprise, Dean's mood was much improved by the possibility of a lead.
The next day Sam told Dean when to get ready and then they drove to the witness’ house.
“Hello?” You asked when you heard a knock at the door. Towering over to you was a huge man with long (at least for a man) brown hair and kind eyes.
“Y/n Y/l/n?” The tall man asked and you nodded in reply. “I'm agent Sixx, FBI, and that,” the giant pointed to another man with shorter, lighter hair closing the trunk to a beautiful black car, “is my partner agent Niel, this is ufksjdbd jfdks jejejf.”
“Sorry I didn't catch the last part.” You blushed, knowing he would know you hadn't met your soulmate yet.
“ Oh, no problem. The sheriff didn't tell me you hadn't met the one yet, keep up hope, he's out there. Or she… no judgment.” Now it was the agents turn to blush.
“He.” You stated, feeling better and more comforted. “Please, come in.” Agent Niel had just arrived at the door when you gave the invitation and followed the taller man in. As he passed you noticed the beautiful shade of green in his eyes, mesmerized momentarily.
When reality caught up with you, you closed the door and joined the agents to the living room. “So,” agent Sixx started, “tell us about the incident last night if you could.”
This man was really good and giving instructions that told you why they were there instead of stories, knowing you'd hear him then. But that didn't change the way they were going to react. “You'll think I'm crazy. The police do.” It wasn't a story so you knew both men would hear you. You didn't know if either had found their soulmates, though Sixx gave you the impression he had, so you figured being as short as possible was best.
“How about you tell us, with as much detail as you can, what you saw,” well that confirmed it, Sixx had definitely already found his soulmate. Agent Niel, on the other hand, looked really annoyed, so you were guessing he wouldn't be hearing the ending. “Leave nothing out.”
“Well, yesterday when I was leaving work to come home I passed by the Town square like I do every time, but while I was at a stop sign I heard a noise coming from the park. It sounded like someone yelling for help so I pulled around the corner onto Maple Street and turned my car off. Then I quietly made my way over to the park. I'd had years of dance and Tae Kwon Do training so I'm incredibly light on my feet. Plus I made sure not to step on any sticks. When I got closer to the park I started hiding behind trees so as not to be seen, and what I saw will probably haunt me for the rest of my life.” At this point you noticed agent Niel starting to tune out, and so you focused solely or relaying the encounter to his partner. “I heard a gurgling noise, like someone trying to clear the toothpaste from the back of their mouth, and couldn't understand what it was. Then I saw three people crouching around a third body, it's leg was jerking around so I thought maybe he was having a seizure and the other three were trying to help. Since I know first aid I decided to try seeing if they needed help… but as soon as I moved to approach them one man sat up. He had blood dripping from his mouth and chin. Then I saw his fangs.” You started getting emotional remembering everything that happened less than 24 hours ago.
“Hey, it's alright, it's a lot to get through. Take your time.” The taller man comforted you.
Agent Niel leaned over, “take her time?! Dude it's already going to be a long story why do we want her to take longer with it?"
“Because I want to be able to understand what she's saying… Wait. What do you mean it's going to be a long story?” Sam asked his brother.
“I mean it hasn't become nonsense yet so she's got a lot more to tell. Way to go, we are probably going to be here all day.” Dean complained. Listening to stories he would never be able to correlate with an ending annoyed Dean beyond compare.
“He's right.” You had surprised both men with your statement, “I should just get through this so you can move on with your lives. I was lucky that I was able to hide in the shadows because it meant that thing didn't see me. But I know what I saw. Those three guys were vampires. Not like the ones in the movies, I think that's why the cops didn't believe me. The sun hadn't fully set yet when I heard the call for help, which meant these guys were chasing that poor man in sunlight. Plus their fangs were like a second row of teeth in front of their normal human ones rather than elongated canines.” The two men shared a look.
“Then what happened?” The taller, and you guessed younger, agent questioned.
“I stayed there until they finished and when they got up to leave I went back to my car. I followed them to where they're staying and they were greeted by more vampires. I mean I didn't see their fangs but I just assume they wouldn't keep a human around for no reason, you know? Anyway, it turned out that almost the entire place was filled with them. I went from there back to the park but the place was already a crime scene so I went to the station to give my statement. I told the police I saw the murder, that it was vampires and that I knew where they were, but they didn't believe me. They brought in a psychologist to examine me, see if maybe the effects of watching someone die has made me go off the deep end, but he cleared me. I came home and went to sleep. When I woke up I knew it hadn't been just a dream and now with you both here that confirms that something is really going on.” You finished.
Agent Sixx finished writing something in his notebook then spoke, “alright thank you so much for your time Y/n. I know how hard seeing what you did must have been on you. Now I'm going to tell you something and I don't want you to freak out. I want you to trust that what I'm telling you is the absolute truth.”
“Okay.” His tone scared you but you were ready for him to tell you're not crazy.
“Vampires aren't real. It was dark and I think you may have just seen the effects of a new drug that's just hit the streets, turns people cannibalistic.”
Rage boiled in your stomach, you couldn't believe that after all that he had just called you crazy.
“No,” the other man spoke up. “That's a lie, vampires are real. You did see an attack and you may be in danger just for talking to us about it.”
“Dean! What the hell are you doing?!?” Sam asked, shock evident on his face and in his voice.
“Trust me, Sam.” Dean's face was blank, giving nothing away as to what was going on in his head. “Y/n, I'm going to tell you something I have never told anyone in my entire life. When I was four years old and my brother Sam was 6 months old a bad thing came into our house and into Sammy's nursery. My mother found it there and the thing killed her. My dad grabbed Sam from his crib and put him in my arms and told me 'Dean, take your brother outside. Go, now’ before going back in to look for our mother. The house almost burned to the ground that day. We lost our mom and may as well have lost our father. He spent the rest of his life trying to hunt down the thing that killed our mom. He found him and lost his life. A little later I killed the thing that took both our parents. That's how we ended up in the life we are in. We aren't FBI agents. We are brothers and we hunt monsters. Like demons, vampires, and werewolves. We caught wind of a case in this town that sounded like vampires. That's why we are sitting in your living room. You are the only one who has seen where they are hiding out and we, I, need your help.”
“Dean, what the hell man. Why would you-”
“I heard it.” You said, almost a whisper tumbling off your lips as tears welled in your eyes. “I heard it! I heard all of that story!” You were almost laughing with joy as your tears streamed freely down your face.
“And I heard all of yours too, sweetheart. Now, can you please tell me where the vampires are staying?” Dean asked, a smile spread widely on his face.
“Of course. Anything. They're staying at the motel.” You said matter of factly, no big deal to you.
“Okay, which one?” Sam asked.
“There's only one motel in this town. The one in the East end of town, on the main road.” You said noticing the change in their demeanor. “What?”
“Sam, go to the car.” Dean said. Sam listening, standing and heading to the door of your house.
“What’s going on?” You questioned.
“We are staying in that motel. They've been under our nose this whole time. I have to go. I think you should come, we can keep you safe, but only if you're with us.” Dean said, clearly avoiding the elephant in the room.
“Sure, then after we can talk about how you're my soulmate.” You said, walking past him to follow Sam.
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claitynroberts · 6 years ago
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A Tale of Two Alphas: Chapter 3
Summary: (A/B/O alternate universe) After running from her family, (y/n), a female Alpha, turns to a life of hunting. Answering a call from Bobby to assist Garth and two other hunters on a vamp mission in Branson, she meets Sam and Dean Winchester. Determined, independent, and sassy as hell, Dean can’t control himself around her; causing him to become a not-so-smooth wannabe ladies man. When her family comes after her determined to make her take her place in the familial hierarchy, will (y/n) allow Dean to help out? Or will she give into her family’s wishes?
Word Count: 3102
Characters: FemaleAlpha!Reader, Alpha!Dean, Beta!Sam, Beta!Garth, Beta!Bobby
Pairings: FemaleAlpha!Reader X Alpha!Dean, all other pairings platonic
WARNINGS: strong language, canon violence, a woman not taking shit from anyone, smut (inevitable), A/B/O dynamics (heats, ruts, scenting, claiming, etc.)
(In my A/B/O au all genders are the same as the typical A/B/O rules/dynamics, except female alpha’s, in which mine are not hermaphroditic nor do they experience ruts. Instead they have typical lady parts and also experience heat cycles.)
Read Chapter 2 HERE | Series Masterlist
Chapter 3: If Hotel Rooms Were Like Pie
As the hunters staggered out of the house, Garth emerged from the forest surrounding the home, banged up but in one piece. Jogging over to the scrawny hunter, (y/n) gave him a once over. “You okay, Garth?” Even though she’s only hunted with him a couple times, a major soft spot was forming for this eccentric man.
“Yeah, I’m good,” he winced as he rubbed the back of his head. “I caught up to her, and we fought for a minute but she ended up colcocking me over the head and taking off. I woke up a few minutes later to the smell of smoke.”
“Well, at least she didn’t turn you into a juice box,” Dean said hoping for a laugh. Instead, Sam smacked his arm and (y/n) gave him a withering look; Garth looked like he wanted to laugh but the pity he felt for Dean kept him from it.
“Okay,” (y/n) spoke up. “Here’s what we are going to do. We’re going to go into town, and get a room. We need to blend in with the crowd, especially with a vamp on the loose. No telling what she’s cooking up.”
“There’s a by-the-hour motel jus—,” Dean began.
“No.” She glared at him. “We are not going to stay at some seedy motel. We are going to find a nice respectable place with decent beds and room service and lay low. Tomorrow we blow town and go our separate ways.”
After a short drive, the group of hunters pulled up under the bright green awning of the Palisades Hotel. It was an enormous twelve story building overlooking Table Rock Lake on the other side of town. Private gardens dotted the area surrounding the property, fountains placed here and there along with trellises of purple and yellow flowers brought the design concept together.
“Uh—,” a throat cleared, “um (y/n). I don’t disagree with your thought process, but isn’t this a little—I dunno, conspicuous?” Sam questioned.
“Eighty-nine percent of the hotels in the town are three plus stars. It’s a tourist destination, for God’s sake, there ain’t nothing inconspicuous about this town.” She said.
“Well how are we going to aff—,” Dean began.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it.” She cut him off as she swung herself down off the bike and strutted in the front doors of the lobby. Several minutes ticked by, leaving the boys nervously toeing the ground around their vehicles as their hackles began to rise, worried about the young woman inside.
A few heartbeats more passed, as she walked out the door, keycards in hand. After parking and grabbing gear and luggage, the hunters were on the elevator ascending the building to the twelfth and topmost floor. “We’ve each got our own key,” she said as she handed the three men an electronic door card.
Frowning, Dean looked at his. “Uh, (y/n), I think we’ve got the wrong cards.”
“No, we don’t.” She snorted. “They’re perfectly fine.”
With that the elevator dinged, signaling their arrival to the floor their rooms were located on. Turning left, (y/n) led the group down the hall. In this part of the corridor, the doors were few and far between. As she stopped in front of a set of white double doors, Garth read the placard out loud. “Presidential Suite,” it read.
Sliding the card and pushing the door open, Dean let out a low whistle. A large living area opened on a contemporary kitchen complete with stainless steel appliances and an island. The large windows at the back open onto a beautiful shaded veranda overlooking the water and forest surrounding the property. Hallways branched off each side of the living area, leading to what he believed were the bedrooms.
“I’ve got the master suite,” (y/n) began as she waltzed toward the larger bedroom. “Boys,” she said nonchalantly motioning to the opposite corridor with her chin, “y’all can fight over the other rooms.” Smirking she disappeared behind the door of the master bedroom, locks clicking into place.
The three men looked between them, and immediately took off for the plush bedrooms. Scrabbling over each other, pushing, biting, and pulling each other’s hair as if fighting over the last piece of cherry pie during a zombie apocalypse. Somewhere in the huddle, Sam’s giant foot ended up hooked around Dean’s ankle, tripping him so he fell face-first into the shag rug. Garth, while scrawny was wily, and landed more than a few elbows to both Sam and Dean’s ribs as they all hustled toward the doors.
By the time Dean was able to climb to his feet, Sam and Garth had each already settled down on the two queen beds in the two spare bedrooms, Leaving him the dog out in the cold. Grunting, he squared his shoulders and stood in Sam’s doorway. “Heya, Sammy,” he began, scratching the side of his nose idly. “Can I, uh, bunk with you? Y’know, like old times?” He grinned hoping the nostalgia will make him cave.
“Hahaha, right.” Sam said with a laugh as he laid on the feathery mattress. “Dean, you’re my brother and I love you, but...no. You cannot bunk with me.”
“Oh c’mon, Sammy. It’ll be fun.” Dean could feel his hope slipping, much like his smile. Sam looked at him derisively. Okay, time to play hard ball. He cleared his throat, “Sam, do you remember all the times I saved your life, thus leaving you in my debt.” Dean matter of factly held up a finger while smirking. “Time to cash that in.”
Furrowing his brow, Sam scowled at him. His mouth flattening into a thin line. “Dude, how many times have I saved your ass?” He asked. Dean opened his mouth to argue but instead ended up looking confused as he tried to think of a come back. “Exactly,” Sam finished. “Think we’re square.” He grinned at Dean as he opened a magazine that was left on the nightstand.
“Plus, Dean. I know what you do at night when you think I’m asleep.” Sam went on attempting to hide his amusement. “So I really, really don’t wanna share a bed with you.”
Dean blushed clear to the tip of his ears clearing his throat. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh,” Sam put down the magazine. “So if I check your laptop there won’t be searches for Casa Erotica, o-or...bustyasianbeauties.com?” He cocked an eyebrow and grinned so wide Dean thought his face may crack. “Oh! What about the animated Japanese porn you seem to like so much?”
The blush on Dean’s neck and cheeks turned from a light pink to a deep crimson red. He never thought Sammy was awake on those lonely nights he had to occupy himself in the dead of the night. “I-it’s not porn. It’s...it’s art!” He said attempting to save face as he spun on his heel and walked toward Garth’s room; Sam’s laughter bellowing from his door and following him down the hall.
Dean knocked on the doorframe of the room Garth had claimed. “Hey, Garth buddy. You up for a roommate?”
“Sorry Dean, no can do,” he said apologetically. “You see, I been sleeping in the ole Ranchero the last few nights and man, are my joints feeling it. Plus the weather is moving in and I can feel it in my knee.” He groaned as he reclined more on the bed. “Let’s face it Dean. I’m getting old and need the extra space to...what’s the term? Manspread?” He asked gesturing vaguely with his hands.
“Garth, you’re four years younger than me.” He scoffed.
“Yeah, but I ain’t had the luxury of coming back from the dead. You’ve basically got all new hardware.”
“And manspreading, that’s more for…,” he trailed off as Garth stared at him with his big soulful eyes, a smirk gracing his face. “Forget it,” Dean mumbled as he strolled back toward the living room. Throwing his duffel down, he flopped onto the couch and threw his arm over his eyes. Better get comfortable, he thought, it’s going to be a long evening.
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Once everyone had a chance to clean up, and Dean yet again propositioned everyone with the opportunity to bunk with him, the four hunters made it downstairs to the hotel bar, seating themselves at a table in the corner. Soft rock was playing over the sound system as a young waitress approached their table.
“Hey, guys, I’m Mandy. Can I get you some drinks?” She asked politely to the table.
“Yes, a bottle of whiskey for the table please,” Dean said as his eyes ran up her physique. “Also, Mandy,” he grinned at her in the most charming way, “is there any chance the kitchen is still open?”
“It closes at ten, which is in about,” she looked down at her wristwatch gauging the time, “twenty minutes. Can I put something in for you all?” Her hand came to rest on Dean’s shoulder, giving him a light squeeze.
The boys put in their orders as (y/n) glared the waitress down for flirting with Dean. Imagining all the ways she could disfigure that pretty face came easily. “(Y/n)”, Sam said as he snapped his fingers in front of her face, breaking her out of her homicidal daydream. Coming to she looked around the table, noting the strange looks the boys were giving her, Dean’s quirked eyebrow included.
“What?” She asked.
“Can I get you something to eat, dear?” The waitress asked.
“Oh, uh, bacon-cheeseburger and fries. Condiments on the side please.” She replied sheepishly. God where did that shit come from, she thought. Dean wasn’t hers to be territorial about, and he certainly wasn’t worth the time, she chastised herself.
Minutes later, everyone’s food came and each hunter dove into the meal. The evening passed in polite conversation as they ate and drank, attempting to wind down from the night. Soon after, Sam and Garth decided to turn in, saying the events of the day, plus the bottle of alcohol had done them in. Leaving (y/n) and Dean alone to each other’s company.
“I’m going to go get another bottle of whiskey,” (y/n) stated as she stood up and walked over to the bar.
As she passed Dean, he leaned into her as she brushed by him, taking in a deep lungful of her scent. To him she smelled like grapefruit and jasmine with a touch of steel and gunpowder. And she was most certainly Alpha. The revelation made his cock twitch as his jeans tightened just a smidge. What the hell has gotten into me, he thought.
(Y/n) settled back into her chair, fresh bottle of whiskey in hand, as she refreshed both their glasses. Their fellow patrons had dwindled to a measly handful of people. A couple in the corner trying to seal the deal for the night, a few men hustling a game of pool in the back room, and a few other wayward souls dotted around the bar looking to drown one problem or another. As the two sat there, glasses in hand and looking around to their counterparts, the tension became thick. An awkward silence between two not-so-genial acquaintances filled the moment.
“So…” y/n began.
“Soo…,” Dean replied with a slight chuckle. After a moment he looked up at her. “This is slightly, awkward, isn’t it?”
Y/n looked down at her glass, hiding her face behind a curtain of hair. “Yeah, it is. I’m going to kill Garth for abandoning me.” She snorted.
“Sam knows better, too,” came his reply as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Look if neither of us are gonna go up to the room we should at least make an effort at small talk, right?”
Y/n looked at him, her eyes narrowing in contemplation as her mouth twisted to the side. Quickly she knocked back the rest of her drink, leaving Dean in suspense as she refilled it again. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt.” Came her guarded reply.
“O-okay, cool. Cool.” Dean said nervously. He could feel his pulse pick up slightly fully expecting her to turn him down cold. He glanced around the room looking for some inspiration to a conversation starter as he tapped his fingers idly on the wooden table top. Geez, I’m normally a lot smoother than this, he thought. C’mon Dean, think. You can do this. Just talk to her like you do all the other women you sleep with...not that you want to sleep with her. Do you? Nah, that’s insane, you just met her. Yeah, well you had ‘just met’ all the others before…
Her questioning voice cut through his internal monologue. “That’s a nice car you drive. Had her long?” She raised her eyebrow waiting for a response as she delicately sipped at her whiskey.
“Yeah,” he nodded his head as he took a swig from his glass, “oh, yeah. She’s kind of a family heirloom. Dad bought her in ‘73, then he proposed to mom in the front seat. We’ve had her ever since. She’s been through, well, a lot. I rebuilt her several times, once from the ground up nearly.”
“Yeah? She looks mint condition.”
“Well nearly. I didn’t have the heart to get rid of mine and Sam’s initials whittled into the rear window deck. There’s also legos in the vents from when I was a kid, and a green army man that Sam jammed in the ashtray.” He smiled. “It’s the little things that make her special.”
“Yeah, it is,” y/n smiled down at her glass as she raised it to her lips once again.
“What about you, huh? A badass chick riding a 1940 Indian Chief? That’s something else,” he replied as he refilled both of their glasses.
Snorting she giggled at his exuberance. “First of all, why does it have to be ‘something else’ when a woman rides a hella cool motorcycle,” she lifted her hands, index and middle fingers of both curling down in an air-quote movement. “And B) his name is Duke.” Y/n finished matter-of-factly.
“Duke,” Dean repeated in a questioning tone as he dropped his chin toward his chest and raised his eyebrows, extending his bottom three fingers toward her on the hand his glass was grasped in. “And I didn’t mean anything bad by it, it’s just not common to see a hot girl driving a classic bike like that.” He shrugged sitting back in his chair.
A wistful faraway look crossed her face as she spun the glass between her fingers. “He’s named for my grandfather,” she replied to his unasked question hanging in the air.
Dean looked at her confused and skeptical. “You grandpa's name was Duke?”
Abruptly she looked at him and cocked her head to the side, lips forming a thin line as she narrowed her eyes at him. He’s getting too close, too comfortable, she thought, I need to knock him down a peg or two. “Well maybe if you could stop enjoying the sound of your own voice for two seconds I could finish what I was saying,” she replied sarcastically, taking Dean aback. He raised his hands in surrender, motioning her to go on.
“I spent my free time hanging out with my grandfather. He was big into cars and bikes and restoring the two. He wasn’t a typical chauvinist like the rest of my family and thought if I was going to spend time out there with him, I could at least learn something practical. So he taught me. All of it. When the weather was bad or he wasn’t feeling well, we’d spend our time watching John Wayne movies. Hence the name ‘Duke’.”
“Good name,” he said as his lips pulled into a line of agreement, eyebrows raised again, “and a smart man.”
Y/n’s mouth quirked up in a half smile as she got another faraway look in her eye. “I always thought so. He passed away last year.” Shit, she thought. I haven’t been able to say it out loud since it happened, now I’m spilling my guts to him? Get ahold of yourself. You don’t owe him jack shit.
“So, what’s your story,” Dean asked as he looked over the rim of his glass.
“What do you mean?” She replied, eyebrows quirked.
“Well, everyone’s got a story,” he gestured. “Sam and I lost our parents to a demon. We were born into the hunter lifestyle. We’ve caused and stopped the apocalypse. We’ve met angels and demons, not to mention God.” He jerked his chin toward her. “What’s yours?”
“What makes you think I have one?”
He sat there for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face. “I think your story is the most interesting of all. A lone hunter fighting the bad guys. Not to mention you’re a female Alpha traveling alone. You seemed to have a great relationship with your grandfather, but you’ve not mentioned the rest of you family.” He shrugged, only scratching the surface with his statements, but as he went on he began clawing at old wounds that hadn’t healed yet. “Plus, you’re either well off enough to afford Presidential Suites in ritzy hotels, you know, daddy’s money type,” he leaned back narrowing his eyes, “or you’re running a real good game of credit fraud. To each his own, but sister, you’re lying if you say you ain’t got a story.” He pulled a swig from his glass.
Emotions she wasn’t sure how to deal with were bubbling under the surface. Unable to pinpoint whether it was truly her need for privacy or her insecurity regarding her family life she blew up on Dean. Chewing him up one side and down the other. “Listen here, and you listen good, Dean Winchester. I don’t make a habit of telling my life story to just any pretty boy hunter who happens to waltz into my life. Yes, I’m a female Alpha, and yes we tend to be a rare breed. As for everything else you presume to know about me, you can shove it up your lily white ass cause none of it is true.” She pushed back from the table abruptly, grabbing the bottle of whiskey off the top. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do believe I’ll turn in for the night.” She said as she marched out of the bar and to the elevator. Angrily slamming her hand against the button she pushed it over and over willing it to travel quicker.
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asflowersfade · 7 years ago
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Scribble-Doodle: Alec Fray #8
Another story set in my Alec Fray AU. Clary asks questions, Alec teaches her things and Simon enters the stage.
“Okay, stop-stop-stop-stop-stop!” Clary blurts out, skipping forward quickly. She hoists up her grocery bag, and stepping in front of Alec, she stops him with a raised hand.
Alec blinks at her, shifting his own bag from one arm to the other. “Yes?”
“Alright, spill,” Clary orders. “Why did you do that?”
Frowning, Alec asks carefully, “Do what?”
Clary points back the way they came from. “That. First, you traded places with me. Then, you made me cross the street, even though we’ll have to cross back at the next lights! And now you traded places with me again!”
Alec shuffles his feet. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Clary glares up at him. Over the last few weeks, she found out that if she used The Glare properly, eventually Alec folded and answered her questions. Like now.
Sighing, Alec reaches for her bag. “Hop up,” he says, nodding at the concrete planter at the edge of the sidewalk adorned with two scraggly, stunted, sad-looking shrubs.
Clary narrows her eyes suspiciously. “Why?”
Alec huffs. “Because you’re a half-pint of a midget!” he snaps at her, annoyed.
For that, she stomps on his foot as she hands over the bag and climbs up, holding onto his shoulder for balance. People on the sidewalk stream around them like a river, paying them no attention at all. You have to love New York.
Grimacing a little, Alec turns back in the direction they came from, now holding both grocery bags, one in each arm. “Okay. On the other side of the street, two blocks back and headed in our direction, there’s a man, a homeless man, in a dirty duster and a large hat. Do you see him?”
Clary squints and searches the crowd. Then, “Yes!” The man’s stumbling and reeling along as if drunk, barely holding himself up. 
“Now, look at the store fronts he’s passing by - do you see how the neon signs in them flicker?”
She looks more closely. And yes, now she sees it. As the man staggers by, all the neon signs go crazy, some even go out completely. And once the man’s past, everything goes back to normal. “Yes.”
Alec nods. “So, whatever the man is, he’s definitely not your everyday mundane. Either he’s some kind of a Downworlder or he’s possessed by a demon strong enough to have its magic spill out and everything around go haywire. In any case, he’s bad news. If I were still a--”
He stutters and stops, freezing. He might’ve even stopped breathing. Clary looks down at him. She sees that he dropped his eyes and hunched over a little, biting his lip hard. She aches for him. She squeezes his shoulder in a silent support.
Alec takes a deep breath and straightens up again. “Before, I would’ve called it in and they would’ve sent people to check him out and take him out, if need be. Now, all I could do was get you as far away from him as possible.”
Oh. “Okay, thanks,” she mumbles. Then she asks, “And why did we cross the street?”
Hefting the bags in his arms, Alec points with his chin. “See the old bar? The one that’s all boarded up and dirty?”
Clary scans the opposite side of the street. And yes, there it is. It looks unused, forgotten. She nods.
“It used to be a vampire den,” Alec explains. “The Clave raided it several times already but the vamps always come back, it’s just a matter of time, and they’re not of the law abiding kind. I don’t know if they’re back now or not, but I didn’t want to take chances.”
She pats him on the shoulder in thanks. “And the last time you traded places with me? On this side of the street?”
Alec shrugs. “There was just some creep, the common mundane kind. I really didn’t like the way he was looking at you, it made me feel… itchy.”
“But why was he interested in me?” she asks, just hoping that her super secret angel blood won’t turn her into some creep magnet.
“Well, you kinda do stand out. Must be the hair,” he mutters, shooting her a sideways look.
Clary pinches him. “No jokes about my hair!” she warns.
Alec bends his head, grinning.
Then a voice shouts in the crowd, “Fray! Hey, Fray!”
Clary looks around. And there, in the sea of people, someone’s struggling to get through: messy hair, big ears and even bigger glasses. Simon. Oh. Oh, crap! She totally forgot.
“Sh--” She glances down at Alec. “--oot! That’s Simon!”
Alec frowns, straining to see. Yeah, no wonder. If Clary’s a midget, then Simon’s a midget times too. Only thanks to his messy hair is he even as tall as she!
“He’s a friend,” Clary explains, hopping down from the planter. “I promised to meet him after school and I completely forgot! It’s the third time lately. He’ll be so pissed!” She scrunches her face.
Alec’s frown deepens. “If he tries anything--”
Clary lifts a hand to stop him. “Relax. He’s just a boy. I can wrestle him to the ground and sit on him any time I want. I just…” She sighs, shuffling her feet. “It feels like I’ve been neglecting him lately, you know? It doesn’t seem fair. He’s a really good friend.”
Then she looks up at Alec, all big, innocent eyes. “Could you--”
Alec sighs. “Take the groceries home while you scamper off?”
“Pretty please?” she whines.
“Alright, but!” Alec adds when she grins. “Will your mother be alright with this?”
Clary twists her mouth, annoyed. She’s not a kid anymore! She’s ten! Why do people keep ignoring that? 
But before she can say it out loud, she looks at Alec, really looks at him, and sees his apprehension, his… fear of messing up. Ever since he started living with them, he’s been walking on eggshells, afraid of doing something wrong.
“She will, I promise you that, Alec,” she assures him in all honesty. “She knows Simon and she likes him. I swear I’ll be fine. Just tell her that I’m with him, with Simon Lewis, okay?”
Alec hesitates a moment longer but then he nods. “Fine, just… be careful? And watch out for that creep I told you about!” he warns her and waits until she nods. Only then does he leave.
“Fray!” Simon yells, running up to her a second later, almost tripping over his own feet, much to her amusement. “Where have you been? I was waiting for you!”
Clary grimaces. “Sorry about that. Mom sent me grocery shopping with Alec.”
Simon perks up and stands on tiptoes to look after Alec. “Who?”
Oh, right. “Erm, Alec. He’s my… cousin. Twice removed. From my dad’s side,” Clary stammers out. Shoot!
Pushing up his glasses, Simon narrows his eyes at her. “Fray, you’re such a bad liar!��� he tsks.
Clary huffs and decides to, well, wing it. Somehow. “Fine. Look, Alec’s mom and my mom went to school together.” Sorta, kinda. “And when the people Alec lived with it before found out he was gay, they kicked him out. He had nowhere to go. So, we took him in.” Well, at least that part is true, she thinks, cringing inwardly.
“We’re telling everyone Alec’s my cousin for…” How did Luke put it? “Legal reasons. So shush about it, okay? Not a word to anyone, not even to your mom or your sister. Zip it!” She imitates zipping her mouth and punctuates her words with a glare.
Simon pulls himself up, all wounded dignity. “I do know how to keep a secret, Fray! You of all people should know that!”
Clary pats him on the shoulder. “Yeah, I know, I know, Simon. It’s not about you, it’s just…” She looks after Alec, too; he’s gone by now, vanished in the crowd. “Alec’s really bad off, okay? His people, they didn’t just kick him out, they hurt him real bad.”
“‘His people’? Like, what? A cult or something?” Simon’s eyes turn round behind his glasses.
“Or something,” Clary mutters thinking very unsavory thoughts about the Clave.
“Wow, really? Just because he’s gay? Who would even do such a thing?” Simon asks, truly shocked and disturbed.
Clary grins. That’s why she loves Simon so much. “Idiots. That’s who!” she states with conviction. Then she says, changing the subjects, “So, what did you want to show me? You mentioned something at school…”
Simon brightens up. “Oh, yes! I got this really cool keyboard from Bubbie Helen! Wanna see?”
“Sure! Lead on!”
Normal… mundane things. Fun stuff. Bits and pieces from before her life turned upside down and sideways for good measure. Clary’s happy that she still has... this, that she still has Simon.
She doesn’t allow him to cross the street until they’re past the vampire den and the possibly possessed guy in the duster, keeping her best friend safe from dangers unseen - her old and new life now forever entangled.
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