#jacksepticeye egos fanfiction

[graphic-hawk]

Chase Brody

“Do you have any regrets?”

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draft: blood in the water

"I know what it means, Dark."

Anti could feel dark, dark eyes on him then, just the barest hints of red peering past the edge of his pupils. He was hungry. Dark was hungry. He needed to feed.

But, still, all Dark seemed able to do was look, stare at him. His skin was pallid, almost as pale as the natural tone of Anti's at this point; gray, even. Obviously, it wasn't right. It just made it less right that Dark's skin was tan, was supposed to be tan.

"Anti," came Dark's voice, low, a different kind of rough. "Are you certain you want to do this?"

Anti took a deep breath in through his nose, breathed out, and he looked at him. Dark was still stood at the opposite end of the room. If Anti didn't know better, or was anyone else, Dark seemed his ever-present calm; composed. But Anti did know better, and he wasn't anyone else. He could see the tension in his shoulders, the rigidity of his spine, like he was forcing himself straighter than he actually felt like holding himself. Honestly, he looked terrible, so, "Yes, I'm fuckin' sure. You need to feed."

Standing, Dark leant against the heater behind him, his feet crossed at the front as he raised his head to look at Anti. "How about this," he began, his head slightly tilted. "I agree to feed from you, and in exchange, you shift for me. Tonight."

Anti held back a growl at that, and he set his jaw. "Fine."

But Dark didn't move.

"Promise me."

Anti shut his eyes, took in another deep breath through his nose, opened them. "I promise."

He blinked, and Dark was directly in front of him, teeth glinting in the low light of the room. Anti held his wrist towards him then, his own impressive set of canine grit as Dark took the offered limb in hand. He made eye contact, opened his mouth. And Anti took that moment to appreciate the intensity of those teeth then, the precise point of them, their crisp edge; about to break skin. His skin.

He steeled himself, and Dark bit.

His teeth sank deep, deep into the pale flesh of his wrist, these small pools of blood beading at the surface as he fed from him. A sharp, metallic scent filled the air, and Anti resisted a wince when its poignant smell reached his nose, the stuff feeling like it was clogging his throat at the taste of it on his tongue. But Anti forced himself to remain still, steady as Dark took his fill.

Whilst Dark stayed busy doing his thing, Anti let his head fall to the other man's shoulder, his nose close to the thin skin of his throat as he inhaled. Anti narrowed his eyes, and he watched close as the color returned to Dark's face, flooding his skin with that familiar, tan hue. It was at that point Anti was content to shut his eyes, his form relaxing into Dark. As with everything Dark did, he was careful, and he pulled back slow; controlled, to an annoying extent. Anti huffed against him.

He felt hands cupping either side of his face then, and Anti looked up. Dark leant forwards some, his dark hair messy but falling in a way that was also pretty against his forehead, and something primal and hot stirred in Anti's gut at that. Dark's mouth was meeting his then, and Anti didn't hesitate to return that contact, his eyes squeezing shut as he put his hands to the other man's torso. His fingers gripped greedily at his waist, and his lips parted fast at the insistent press of Dark's tongue at his bottom lip. And he could taste himself. The flavor of something like metal, and coppery; of blood, coating the insides of his mouth.

Anti exhaled harshly through his nose, and he pulled his mouth from Dark's. Dark was already doing the same, a tinge of red still staining his teeth. "Teeth," Anti murmured, his eyes somewhere distant, mind feeling like a thick fog.

"Ah," answered Dark, his hands moving to pull a handkerchief from his breast pocket. "Of course."

It's not that Anti had a problem with blood, really, but something about the taste of it in his mouth bothered him, and it wasn't its flavor. It took him back to the night of his first change, how hard he had fought against it, because he hadn't wanted to change. It reminded him how his teeth had elongated, formed into a set of thick, sharp canines, how those canines had dug into his bottom lip and caused a thin red fluid to glaze his tongue as he pushed back against the breaking and rearranging of bone. How he had clawed at his own throat, had ended up scarring it, to stay human.

[attentialkane]

The wompoverse

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Oh yeah by the way, guys! There won't be a fic posted this Sunday because I took the week off to rest and enjoy the holidays ^-^ But I still want to do something, so I have a poll for you guys! I did this poll a while ago but I'm wondering if people's opinions have changed since then.

I ran out of options to give the side blogs, old writing, and multiverse adventures their own options each, but if that ends up being the most popular I'll make another poll to determine which is the true winner ^-^

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Mistletoe

Pairing(s): Jackieboyman x F! Reader

Holiday gift for @mothgodofchaos !!

Summary: While decorating for a party, Jackie finds some mistletoe and gets a bright idea..

TW(s): None

Holiday music blasts through the halls of your home. You find yourself humming along as you hang up decorations. Jackie gazes at you lovingly from across the living room while he unboxes the rest of the decorations. You turn around and smile at him, sending a flirty wink his way. A mischievous grin suddenly takes over Jackie's face, and he quickly turns around, starting to sift through the boxes for something, biting your lip as you try to lean in closer, curious as to what he may be searching for.

But you lean a little too much and quickly find yourself falling off your step ladder.

You shut your eyes, expecting to come in contact with the ground but instead feel a strong pair of arms catch you, and you open your eyes to see Jackie with a worried expression on his face. "Thanks honey," you say, gazing into his soft blue eyes with a loving smile. He smiles and gazes back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Jackie took something from behind his back and held it above you.

Your cheeks quickly grew redder than his hoodie, which made him grin even more. "So, do I get a kiss, aschula~?" He asks, leaning in slightly. A sudden beep from the oven draws your attention away from him. Jackie frowns as you quickly pull away. "Maybe next time."

You giggle and give him a peck on the cheek before walking into the kitchen. When you walk out of the kitchen after setting the tray of cookies on the counter, you see Jackie leaning against the doorframe, mistletoe hanging above him.

"So, do I get that kiss now~?"

[ashtonisvibing]

The Magic in Parenthood

Prologue - A Rude Awakening

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Fandom: Jacksepticeye Egos

Alternate Universe: No Powers + Dad!Jackieboy Man + Human!Septiceye Sam

Ship(s): Jackieboy Man x Marvin the Magnificent, Chase Brody x Stacy Brody (although not the focal point)

Character(s): Jackieboy Man, Septiceye Sam, Marvin the Magnificent, Chase Brody, Stacy Brody

Warning(s): None

Originally Published: Jan. 14, 2025

Author's Notes:

guysguysguysguys i finally got it written holy fuck-

the prologue to my big dad!jackie fic! i did it!

and i won't lie... it's kinda rough- i did my best, but oof- but it should hopefully get better!! i'm gonna start working on the official first chapter like as soon as this is posted so !!!!!!

i'm just happy to not have this on the back burner and actually truly get started cuz i'm honestly lowkey excited to write this :DDD

pronouns check:

Jackie - He/Him

Sam - Any (with a preference for they/them)

Marvin - They/Them

Chase - He/They

Stacy - She/Her

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Full Story:

The subtle sound of crying gradually grew louder and louder as it stirred Jackie awake. The morning sun shining right through the bedroom window certainly didn't help any slow wake up that he'd wanted, letting out an annoyed groan as he flopped his arm over his eyes to keep himself from going blind. And then he finally registered the crying. He'd thought that it had been a part of whatever sort of dream he might have been having, but no, his son Sam was quite upset at... Well there were a million reasons why a baby might be crying. He removed his arm from his eyes to take a glance at the alarm clock beside him. Nearly seven in the morning, his alarm hadn't even gone off yet. Well at least it wasn't closer to four in the morning like the past few mornings. But that was the price to pay for being a parent. And seeing his baby son made that price worth paying.

"Babe, can you go check on Sam...?" Jackie mumbled a bit. He didn't like asking his fiance to take care of the baby, especially when she was the one to stay at home with him all day while Jackie was at work. But he was feeling that hour that he needed before heading off to work even as he'd just woken up. Hopefully she wouldn't mind.

But he didn't even get a response. Okay, definitely weird. Neither of them were particularly heavy sleepers, but she was even lighter of a sleeper than he was. There was no way she wasn't being woken up by Sam. But at the very least he got a reason why she wasn't responding when he looked over to her side of the bed and saw that the space was empty. This probably meant that she had already been woken up by the baby's crying for who knows what and was taking care of him. After all, if she wasn’t in bed, then where would she be?

But if he was still crying, it might've meant that she wasn't able to calm him down and might need some help. And despite wanting an extra hour of sleep, he'd be a horrible fiance if he didn't go to try and help her.

"Alright, time to get up Jackie.." He took a second before sitting himself up on the edge of the bed, stretching his arms into the air to at least try and get the tension out of his back. A tried and failed task he attempted every morning. He put his glasses on and finally stood up from the somewhat comfortable mattress, walking out of the bedroom and into the open room that acted as their kitchen, dining area, and living room. But despite being closer to the baby’s room, he still didn’t hear his fiance’s voice. Just the constant crying. He expected to hear some gentle hushing, maybe some singing or speaking that indicated she was trying to calm the baby down. Sam was a bit of a loud crier, but he surely wasn’t loud enough to drown out someone else’s voice. And it’s not like the door was muffling any noise, they always kept it open for quick access to the room in case of an emergency.

Steps now slightly slower in anticipation for what he might find, Jackie made his way to Sam’s little room, now finding… No one. Sam was still in his crib, squirming a little as he kept crying and wailing, but his mother was nowhere. Now all of the slight concern that Jackie had felt turned into panic as his eyes darted around the room for any sign of her.

But the room was quite small. Perfect for a baby room, but still too small for someone to easily hide in it. If he couldn’t immediately see her, she wasn’t in here. And she hadn’t been in the open room, and when he looked over towards the bathroom he could see that the door was open and the light was off.

She wasn’t anywhere in the apartment.

Sam’s crying broke through whatever panicked spiral Jackie was about to go down. “Shit-” He quickly went over to the baby, lowering the front bars of the crib so he could scoop him into his arms. It was about half past six in the morning if his quick glance towards his alarm clock was correct. “A bit past schedule so you’re probably hungry, huh..?” Jackie gently bounced the baby in his arms in any semblance of calming him down as he headed to the kitchen area. Thankfully focusing on something else was helping him think rationally about the current situation.

Yes, his fiance wasn’t currently here. But that didn’t mean that she was entirely gone. Now holding Sam in one arm, he used his free arm to grab what he’d need for a bottle of baby formula. “Maybe she’s at the store..? We’re low on diapers, and it’s good to buy food early in the day when it isn’t busy.” He let out a sigh as he shook up the bottle in his hand, turning around to lean against the counter. “But she should’ve woken me up so I could watch Sam. I’m lucky I even…” He trailed off when his eyes glanced at the fridge. Something new was put up amidst the magnetic letters and silly photographs of the couple.

A note.

It was pinned up on the freezer above the actual fridge, so he didn’t need to crouch or set Sam down while he fed him. And as he read the writing, his face became paler and paler. He clutched Sam tighter in his arms so he made sure not to drop the baby from his shock.

“I know I shouldn’t just be up and leaving like I am without actually telling you. I just know that seeing however you’ll react will make me wish I didn’t have to. But I can’t stand being here anymore. I don’t think I ever really wanted to be a mom. I think I just told myself I did because of how excited you were when I showed you that pregnancy test. It’s sort of why I’m even deciding to leave in the first place. I know you’ll be an amazing dad for Sam, and even without a mom in his life he’ll still be happy and loved.

I know you well enough to know you’ll be blaming yourself, so don’t. You couldn’t have been here more, or supported me more. Any girl in the world would be lucky to have you. I still love you, and I think deep down I really do love Sam. I just can’t raise him and be happy doing it.

Maybe we’ll see each other again some day. Hopefully we’ll both be happier wherever we are. And I hope that Sam will be the happiest son with you.

I love you - Erin”

She had really left, with only a letter left to explain why. Jackie had no idea what to feel at the moment. Heartbreak? Betrayal? Guilt? Anger?

No. If he thought about it for a second, past whatever slurry of emotions he had right now, none of it really was anger. He was upset, sure. His fiance had just up and left him with their nearly ten month old baby. But when he read the words two, three more times, how could he be angry at her? She was miserable raising Sam almost entirely on her own while Jackie was working, and she never even said a word about it. She went through an entire pregnancy just because he’d gotten too excited about being a dad. Even if she said in the letter not to blame himself, he couldn’t help him.

The thought that he had made life worse for Erin made him cry harder than anything else in that letter.

His meltdown was only stopped from starting when he heard a thud on the ground, followed by little baby laughter. He looked down to see the now empty baby bottle on the ground a few inches from his feet, and Sam letting out little giggles, like throwing his bottle was the funniest thing he could have ever done.

“Oh… Jeez…” Jackie sniffled before he started letting out small and strained laughs as well. He put the baby into his high chair nearby so he could pick the bottle up and wash it. “Guess you’re all done with this, huh…? Next time just let me know instead of tossing your bottle on the ground..” Of course Sam didn’t get a single word of that. He just patted the tray in front of him without a care in the world. He didn’t even know that his mom was gone now, and probably wouldn’t be coming back.

“At least you’re too young to really hold any memory of her… So at least you won’t really be affected by this… Wish I could be like that…” Jackie squeezed his eyes shut as much as he could when he felt another wave of tears in his eyes. No, no more crying now. He had his moment to cry, and if need be he’d get another one tonight. Erin was his own world, but the rest of it wouldn’t stop just because of his own misfortune. He had so much that he needed to do now, right this moment and long term. “Alright Jackie, focus on the right now.. I’ve gotta get to work soon, so I need to figure out if I can leave Sam with anyone. Maybe Chase and Stacy could look after him…?”

Getting sucked up into planning and problem solving was always the easiest way for Jackie to calm down and focus. It didn’t take long for him to plan out everything that he would need to do today, and after a quick explanation of the situation and confirmation from his friend, Stacy, that she could watch Sam, he was already planning for the long term of being a single dad. Stacy assured him that her and her husband, Chase, would always be willing to help wherever they could, and he knew his parents would drop everything for Sam if they could. They were ready to convert the basement of their house into a mini living space for the new family.

“We’ve got plenty of help. We should be fine, right, buddy?” Jackie mused as he secured Sam’s little winter hat on his head, now all ready to drop the baby at Stacy’s place. While all he got in return was little babbles he couldn’t help his smile. He was still heartbroken that Erin was gone, but at least the future didn’t seem so bleak. It would be rougher than it should, sure, but they could both get through it. And even if it was a small thought, it helped to think that the woman he loved would hopefully be just as happy with whatever she was doing now.

He could be ready for whatever this change would bring.

[lostcybertronian]

Egotober - Day 1

Thanks to @tracobuttons for putting this together!

Day 1 - Puppet - Danti

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Let me inside.

Dark opened his eyes. Anti perched on his chest, straddling his hips, face less than an inch from his. His green eyes glowed, casting his angular face into sick pallor.

Let me inside. The words put themselves into Dark’s mind as a needle would enter into wound.

“No. We’ve been over this,” Dark told him. “Go back to sleep.”

Anti looked offended. He made a face of concentration. Let. Me. Inside.

“I’m already a puppet.” Dark closed his eyes and huffed out a sigh. He was so tired. “There’s no more room in this body. Go back to sleep or I’ll flip you.”

Let me in-

With one smooth movement Dark rolled him off the bed, tossing him to the floor. Anti yelped, tossing out a string of words in Irish that Dark didn’t understand but could make an educated guess at. “Did I not tell you?”

Anti glowered at him from the floor.

“Fine.” Dark rolled over. “Sleep down there, then.”

[g0dwat3rwritings]

Hello, my dear!

My name is Touya, Michikatsu, or any name you're comfortable calling me!

This is my writing blog

My main is: @g0dwat3r

My pronouns are She/They

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DNI:

If you support incest, such as shipping Aym x Baal, Any of the Demon Brothers x Another Demon Brother, etc

If you support r4p3

If you support M@Ps/P3d0philia

Because I'm sure people will ask, proshippers are allowed on my blog. As long as you keep it in fiction, that's fine by me.

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Fandoms I write For:

Key: Italics - I'll write for it, no questions asked! Bold and Italics - I love these fandoms, and I love to write for them! Please send asks about them!!!

Cult of the Lamb

Black Clover

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

The Originals/The Vampire Diaries (Not Legacies, sorry!)

Sanders Sides

Undertale

Deltarune

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu No Yaiba

My Hero Academia

Harry Potter

Markiplier (& Egos)

Jacksepticeye (& Egos)

Five Nights at Freddy's (Games & Movie)

Slashers

ACOTAR (A Court of Thorns and Roses) series

Assassination Classroom

Billie Bust Up

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Twilight

The Amazing Digital Circus

Disney's Twisted Wonderland

Obey Me: One Master to Rule Them All (This also includes Nightbringer!)

Sk8 the Infinity

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Character x Reader (Romantic or Platonic)

Character x Child!Reader (Platonic)

Angst/No Comfort

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Go ahead and send in asks! I'm always happy to write whatever you have in mind!

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Please give me a little bit of an idea of what you want!

Thank you!

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Qustion

I'm writing an Antisepticeye x reader fanfic, but I don't know how to describe his appearance. Half of the community makes him look like he did in Iris the other half makes him the iconic green turtle. It's so confusing!

If any of you are interested in the fic and want to learn more I'm planning on posting a description soon on here and Wattpad, so Follow me for updates!

Also happy anniversary to S̺͍͉͔͉̞̪Ḁ̸̰̮͝Y̶̪ ̳͇̭͍̥̭͉ͅG̕҉̡̦̲O̤̫͖͎̗͜͞ͅÒ̴̬̠̺̪̥͉̳͉̥͝D̨̺̦̯͙͙͔̯͚͠B̸̬̻̝͉͍̻̀͝Y҉̫̝̖̹̝̠͠E̲̩͟͝ͅ

[septiccoffeefreak]

Every chapter i write of this goddamn My Immortal Adventures fanfiction gets worse and worse. I thought I knew the plot of My Immortal. it is becoming increasingly clear that I did not know, oh boy, how horribly I did not know, the true depth to which this rabbit hole goes. I'm 14 chapters in. 14 chapters in and 30 more left to go. Is this the payment for my crimes, the reckoning of my folly? By god. I will never be free. I will never be free and Jackieboy Septic Boyman Greenway will laugh with Ebony Darkness Dementia Ravenway before him as I crumble at their feet. mercy on me oh vengeful spirits. you do not know the content you seek. i bear the fruits of my labour with so much sorrow. do not ask for who the bell tolls- it tolls for fucking ME.

[thedarkenedkeeper]

Be honest

[graphic-hawk]

More creepy wild eldritch body horror Antisepticeye with eyeballs on him!

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BLOOD IN THE WATER

For now, this is a complete one-shot:

AU. “Anti,” came Dark’s voice, low, a different kind of rough. “Are you certain you want to do this?”

[attentialkane]

More on the JSEBROADCAST AU

Anti is able to manifest itself through not just electronic but also any silver lined glass (eg mirrors). It will display the same manipulative properties as if it was manifesting through a screen, so manipulation and taking over of the image shown and so on. If it decides to pass through the screen it's inhabiting at the moment thought it will immediately take again its colorless form.

[crystalninjaphoenix]

A Visit to the Blood Bank

Shadow City AU - Chapter Five

A JSE Fanfic

Been a while since you guys have seen a chapter of this one huh? I wasn't joking about not posting this AU regularly, but I got a flash of inspiration again and so here we are 5k words later! If you guys don't remember what happened last chapters, since it's been a while, I've provided all the links ^-^ Anyway, what happens in this episode of this supernatural AU? Well you see, JJ suddenly leaves his house, but remembers that he's hungry, so he goes to ask Marvin for directions around town again. Marvin, being a bit worried, decides to accompany him to the local blood bank. The two of them talk about stuff and have some fun bonding moments hfdjak In particular, Marvin learns more about JJ's "roommate." Hope you guys enjoy! :D

First Chapter | Second Chapter | Third Chapter | Fourth Chapter

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There were voices downstairs. Loud voices, if JJ could hear them on the ground floor while up in his living area at the top. He put down the book he was reading to listen. An unfamiliar male voice, and a female voice. Strangers. What were they doing in here?!

He quickly marked his place with a bookmark and stood up, rushing down the stairs. Did they break in?! Were they part of this city’s Night Council?! Or worse—hunters?! He needed to see, he needed to make sure they couldn’t—

JJ hurried into the living room, then stopped. There were indeed two strangers in here, but they weren’t alone. Anti was with them, laughing at something one of them said. So these people were supposed to be here. JJ looked at the pair, giving them a quick once-over. They were dressed nice, but not fancy, and their clothes and hair were rumpled. The woman was wobbling around in her high heels while the man leaned against a wall for support, his face red and grinning.

Anti looked back at Jameson, bending backwards and tilting his head back so he could face him without turning around. “Oh hey JJ!” He grinned, fangs on full display. “Look what I have!”

“Who's this, mate?” The strange man asked.

“My brother.” Anti stood up straight again. “Can’t you see the resemblance?”

The woman laughed as the man looked surprised and embarrassed. “Daaaave! You idiot!” She swatted him playfully.

“Don’t mind him, this isn’t his scene,” Anti said. “He’ll stay out of the way.” He glances back at JJ meaningfully. “Stay out of the way, okay?”

Jameson stared. He knew right away what was happening. Anti had lured these two back to the house, probably with false promises, and was going to drain them. A pit was forming in his stomach. The last time this happened, the man hadn’t died, but there was no guarantee these two would live. Anti wasn’t exactly careful.

But there was nothing Jameson could do. Anti told him to stay out of the way, and he could feel the power in his voice. He couldn’t get closer. All he could do was turn around and go upstairs. Anti’s voice trailed after him. “Sorry about that! Now, do we want to go up to the bedroom, or stay here and do something more interesting?...”

JJ shut the door to his room, breathing heavily. Vampires didn’t need air, but even after all this time, JJ kept the motion up. As best he could, anyway. Ever since that day, his throat has been a bit messed up. When he breathed a lot like this, a slight wheeze came with each inhale and exhale.

He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to risk hearing anything.

But then his stomach twisted and he felt a pang. Oh. He was hungry. Now that he was thinking about it, he couldn’t recall drinking anything yesterday. Did he have something the day before? He must have, or else he’d be much hungrier. But in either case, Anti was guaranteed to make a mess, and JJ didn’t want to see or smell it while he was hungry. It made him feel terrible. Always had, always will.

He had to get out of here. Without going back downstairs. Quickly, JJ shut off one of the lamps, leaving part of the room in shadow. He hesitated, listening for Anti but hearing nothing. Then he stepped forward towards the shadows in the corner—

A rushing sensation followed, like JJ was sticking his head out a car window. But all over his body. He used to be pretty disoriented by the feeling, especially in the pitch black darkness he was surrounded by, but now he was used to it. The feeling only lasted for a moment before—

JJ stepped out of a shadow being cast on a building’s brick wall. And “stepping out” really was the best way to describe it, as an onlooker would see him emerging from the darkest part of the shadow like he was simply stepping through an open doorway.

He looked around, gaining his bearings. This was a downtown area. He hadn’t really been thinking where to go when he shadow walked, only thinking of some place pretty far. But now that he was here, he actually put some thought to it. He needed to go to one of the local blood banks. How was he supposed to find one?

Then he sighed and slapped his forehead, frustrated. He hadn’t grabbed the city map! And he didn’t want to go back to the building and risk running into Anti. He could just imagine him being like “Oh hey! Actually I changed my mind, since there’s two of them, help me with this.” And that was the last thing he wanted.

After a moment of thought, JJ decided he needed to head back to that magic shop again. He’d bought the map there, maybe he could buy another. Luckily he always carried cash in his pockets. He’d been burned enough times by Anti suddenly moving the two of them without any notice.

He was pretty sure he knew how to walk to Magnificent Magics from here. But he decided to save some time and shadow walk there instead. So he turned around and disappeared back into the shadow he’d come from.

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Marvin had an usually busy evening. He opened his shop and was almost instantly swarmed by young witches looking for various magical things to help them. Some of them were real novices, too, so he had to explain what some of the objects did. After some curious small talk, he found out that this group were from the local university, and had recently seen some magical stuff on campus that spurred them to start trying for themselves. He wished them luck, told them to be careful since some spells could have side effects, and advised them that once they picked a source of their magic, it was very hard to change, so choose wisely. They seemed willing to listen so he said they could come back any time.

It had quieted down a lot after that. Which was good, because Marvin was supposed to help Jack’s ghost friend get used to the shadow world tonight. He ordered some food to be delivered while he waited for it to be time to leave. The delivery guy arrived (just an everyday, not Jackie, though that was how the two of them first met) and Marvin ate his food, threw the trash away, then got ready to close up shop.

And then someone appeared in the shadow of the lamp post outside.

“Whoa!” Marvin jumped slightly in surprise. Shadow walking? You didn’t see that every day. It was a pretty rare vampire power. Sure, some darkness witches could use it, but there weren’t many of them in the city. Maybe shadow walking would be more common in some other city with more darkness witches—wait was that JJ?

It was. He quickly spotted Marvin staring at him through the front window and hurried inside. He gave Marvin a weak smile. Hello, he signed.

“Uh... hey.” Marvin glanced over JJ. He looked... shaken. And a shaken vampire was never a good thing. “What’s, uh... what’s up? Everything okay?”

JJ hesitated, then nodded. I just need another map with all the blood banks marked. I went out without the one I’d already bought.

Ah. Not just a shaken vampire. A hungry shaken vampire. Those two things were probably related. “Um. How about I take you to the nearest one?” Marvin suggested.

JJ blinked. You don’t have to do that.

“I know, but I’d like to.”

You’ll lose business.

Marvin laughed. “That’s fine.” He was going to close for a bit anyway, for Jack’s thing. “It’s not a far walk. Or we could take the bus. Or I guess we could both teleport over there but that might be hard.”

You know a teleporting spell? JJ asked.

“Yeah, but it only works on me, I can’t take people.” Marvin shrugged. One of the shop cats hopped on the counter he was standing behind. He petted them absentmindedly. “So you would need to shadow walk there, but we’d need to coordinate it and hope you got there on your own, but I don’t know how well you know the city. But if it’s urgent that you get to a blood bank, we can try it.”

Not urgent, JJ said. We can take the bus. I didn’t know they ran at night.

“It’s not all that late right now. But yep, all-night buses, courtesy of the Night Council arranging things. They like... convinced the city government, somehow. If you need a job and can drive well, night shift bus driver might be a good one.”

JJ shook his head. I never learned to drive.

“That’s fair. Me neither.” Marvin grinned. “Why learn when buses and teleportation exist?” Then he became serious again. “Come on. Let’s walk to the bus station, then. There’s one on the street corner. I just gotta lock the shop doors.”

A brief walk later, the two of them were sitting silently on a bench by a bus stop sign. They were quiet. They had been for a while. But the bus would be coming soon, and that was no place for conversation about supernatural things. There was no guarantee there wouldn’t be everydays. “So, uh... everything okay?” Marvin asked awkwardly. “Have you been to a blood bank before now?”

In the city or in general? Jameson asked.

“Uh... both, I guess?”

JJ laughed. Without any voice it just sounded like wheezing. Yes, I have been to blood banks before. I was around when they became a thing in the 50s.

“Really?” Marvin asked. “So... How old are you?”

JJ tilted his head to the side, silently doing math. I was born in 1900, made in 1928. So, depending on where you start and stop counting, I am 28, 94, or 122.

“94 is the vampire years?” Marvin guessed. JJ nodded. “So you’re due for a third power any year now.”

I suppose I am, JJ said. It will probably be a couple more. But back to the blood banks. I went to one. Nobody there spoke sign language so it was... a bit difficult to navigate the first time. I think I held up the line a bit.  He shook his head. My roommate would hate that place. He hates waiting.

Right. The roommate. Marvin stared at Jameson silently for a second, trying to think of how to ask the question he had planned... and that’s when the bus arrived. Marvin instead coughed awkwardly. “Well, uh... do you have a bus pass or change or something or should I pay for you?”

I have cash, you don’t need to worry about it, Jameson said, smiling. Thank you, though.

“No problem.” Marvin nodded.

The two of them got on the bus, with Marvin tapping his pass against the scanning station and JJ putting some coins into the till. There were other passengers here. They were probably everydays, maybe heading home after a long evening shift. So... no talking about supernatural stuff here. The two of them simply sat down next to each other, staying silent as the bus started moving again.

After a while, Marvin inhaled sharply. “Oh shit!” The meeting! He completely forgot about it in all the chaos of Jameson’s sudden appearance. But he couldn’t abandon JJ right now. He clearly  needed some support.

What is it? JJ asked, worried.

“I had plans to meet with some friends,” Marvin explained as he took out his phone. “I have to let them know I can’t make it.”

JJ’s face shifted to alarm. You don’t have to do that! You can just give me directions to the blood bank and head on over to meet with them.

Marvin shook his head. “No, it’s fine,  I can reschedule.” He sent a quick text to Jack. Hey Jack, sorry but something came up. Im going to be busy tonight.

Are you sure? JJ asked. I don’t want to ruin your night.

“It’s fine, don’t worry,” Marvin reassured him. “It’s nothing too important. Nothing that can’t be pushed to later.”

What is it? JJ tilted his head to the side.

“Well... actually, you might kinda know about this. Remember my friend Jack? He walked into my shop the same day you first did? He wanted to introduce me to this ghost. Again, the same ghost that he brought the sensor about. Chase Brody, the one who probably had some magic involved in his death.”

So... you’re going to learn more about this ghost? Figure out what magic was involved in his death?

“Eventually. But first, Jack wanted me to help Chase get used to all this supernatural shit. He said that Chase has lots of questions about stuff and that I might be able to help with magic and all that. So it’s just, uh, socialization right now. And that’s why it can be rescheduled, it’s not like I was preparing a spell or something.”

Jameson nodded slowly. Do you... have you met many ghosts?

“Uhhh I’ve met a few. There’s one who works at the library, and one who works for the Night Council. And Jack brought me to meet a weaker ghost once, which was... very different from those other two. She wouldn’t even respond to us unless we were relating it back to this ring she wanted to find? Very weird.” Marvin shrugged. “What about you? Ever met any ghosts?”

A dozen or so, I think, JJ said. Most of them acted like that weaker ghost you described. Very... single-minded. But there were one or two that were more... lively. He chuckled, a raspy sound that was interrupted by a cough.

Marvin jumped slightly. Vampires didn’t need to breathe, except to make sound. Why was JJ coughing? “Are you okay?” he asked.

JJ nodded. Sometimes I get a tickle in my throat when I inhale or exhale. He rubbed his throat... and Marvin saw something. The last two times Marvin had seen JJ, he had been wearing shirts with high collars that hid his neck. Tonight, he was wearing one with a slightly shorter collar. And Marvin could see... scars across his throat. Terrible scars. Like... something had ripped his neck open. Scars like that weren’t caused by just any injuries. But fatal injuries. The type that only vampires healed from, because anyone else would’ve been dead.

“I... see,” Marvin said slowly. He couldn’t say anything more, his mind too busy whirling over the possibilities of what could’ve caused an injury like that. On Jameson’s neck—well, that possibly explained why he didn’t speak. But... traditionally, vampires bit the neck when making others...

Marvin’s phone dinged as he got another text—or rather, made a vwoop sound, as he had the notification sound set to that. Jack had replied, Is everything alright?

Yeah just something with one of my customers, Marvin said. Ill tell you about it tomorrow. We can talk about meeting Chase then, too.

Soon, their station approached, and Marvin pulled the cord to ask for a stop. The bus rolled to a halt, and the two of them got off. Marvin led Jameson down the street to a small shop on the street corner. It was a small bakery called Life Bread, which appeared closed, as all lights inside were off and so was the neon Open sign. Marvin walked up to the door and grabbed onto the handle, tugging on it slightly. Yep. Seemed locked. But all was not as it seemed when dealing with the supernatural. Marvin glanced around to be sure no one was looking, then walked straight at the pale brick wall next to the door.

The first time he’d encountered a spell like this, he had to close his eyes because it was really disconcerting to walk into a wall. But by now, he was used to it. He walked forward, and passed through the wall like it was nothing but a sheet of mist. Then he was inside the closed bakery. He looked behind him just in time to see Jameson also walk through. “So... this is the surface business,” he said.

Yes, I figured that was the case, Jameson said. That, or the outside was an illusion.

“Mm-hmm.”

How do we get to the bank?

“Uh... I believe it’s over here.” Marvin walked around the counter in the bakery, pushing past the gate to get to the back of the shop. If this was a normal shop, that would’ve been locked. Marvin bent over to look under the counter, where there was a series of shelves. “There.” A symbol was painted on a shelf in red: a circle with a droplet inside that was half-colored. He pressed his hand against the symbol and it started to glow bright red.

A rectangular section of the floor stared to lower. Jameson quickly scrambled away from it, watching as a staircase formed from the floor, leading downwards into a hidden area beneath the bakery. Some light came from the hidden basement, a yellowish white leaking upwards.

Much more advanced than they used to be, Jameson commented.

“Really?” Marvin started down the staircase, gesturing for JJ to follow him. “What did they used to be like?”

They were... they weren’t as magical, JJ said, following. They were basically just fake businesses that would give you blood if you walked up and proved you were a vampire.

“Like some sort of crime front?”

Yes, exactly like that.

“Hiding them magically is cooler,” Marvin said.

JJ smiled. Certainly. Could we actually buy bread from that bakery? Or—not ME, but... people who can eat bread?

“Oh yeah, totally. It’s run by a knowing everyday, she really is a baker and business runner.”

That’s more than what they used to be, then. I wonder when they started to change... JJ looked thoughtful. I didn’t really pay attention to the details of things for a long time.

“You had more important things to worry about?” Marvin guessed.

JJ nodded, not elaborating. But Marvin’s mind was already whirring with guesses.

The staircase opened up into a room at the bottom. It was a waiting room, but a very stylish waiting room. Just like any other room of its type, there were chairs for people to sit in and tables full of old magazines that hadn’t been updated in years. There was also a desk with some sort of receptionist figure sitting behind it to answer anyone’s questions. 

A room like this would usually be very utilitarian, maybe with uncomfortable plastic chairs and dull white walls. But this one is different. The upper halves of the walls are covered in a dark teal wallpaper, with lighter teal designs on it, in crisscrossing patterns. The lower halves are covered in a dark wood wainscotting. The floor is similar dark wood, matching the shade of the wainscotting. The chairs and tables dotted around also match, with the upholstery of the fancy furniture being dark blues, greens, and teals. A chandelier dangles from the ceiling in the center of the room, lighting up the room in that yellow-white glow, extremely bright for being the only light source. The desk is a similar dark wood, the corners carved to look like Greek columns. The modern-looking computer on top of it is a stark contrast to the old-fashioned fancy vibes of the rest of the room. As are the old magazines on the tables.

“Welp. This is it.” Marvin clapped his hands together once. “Do you want me to walk with you? Supportively?”

JJ tilted his head to the side. You’ll probably need to come with me to explain some things. I doubt the workers here all know BSL.

“Well actually.” Marvin looked at the desk. Tonight, the receptionist was a man with dark skin, a vampiric gray tint to it, his long hair pulled back in a ponytail. “I know that guy. Friend of a friend. I’m pretty sure he does know sign language.”

JJ blinked, surprised. He looked over at the desk. The man behind it glanced up, keeping an eye on the two of them. You can... come with me just in case, JJ said slowly.

Marvin nodded. “Course.”

The two of them walked up to the desk. The man spun away from the computer to fully face them. “Hello, you two here for pickup?”

JJ nodded slowly.

“Great. You didn’t make an order online, did you?”

JJ shook his head. He looked nervous.

The man smiled. “Don’t worry, mate, you’ll just need to wait a bit.” He spun his chair back to the computer and started clicking stuff. “You’re Marvin, right? Witch friend of Henrik’s?”

“Yep.” Marvin nodded. “Dominic, right?”

“Yep. Do you want your name on the order?” The man, Dominic, glanced at JJ. “Or do you?”

JJ hesitated. My name, he signed slowly.

“Your name, got it.” Dominic nodded. “And what name is that? Go on and sign it out, I know the alphabet at least.” He chuckled.

JJ smiles a little. Jameson Jackson, he said, carefully finger-spelling it out.

“Got it. And I need a way to contact you.”

I have a cell... JJ reached into his pocket and took out a fairly old cell phone. It wasn’t a flip phone, but it wasn’t much newer than that. Marvin raised his eyebrows at the sight. He didn’t know a lot of vampires around JJ’s age, did they all have phones that old? You can text me, JJ continued. The number is.. .

Dominic nodded, entering in the number and asking JJ all the typical questions they asked at the blood bank. What is the blood for, does he have any sensitivities to particles or sugars, does JJ want a specific blood type, and how much blood did he want. The answers for those questions were, in order, drinking, no, no, and is four pints okay? (It was.) JJ still seemed nervous, but Dominic was clearly able to understand him, and that helped him relax a bit. Marvin gave him a few encouraging smiles whenever he glanced at him.

“Alright, I’ve submitted the order, that’ll only take a couple minutes,” Dominic said. “Feel free to take a seat.”

Thank you, JJ said.

“No problem, mate.”

JJ gave a shaky smile, then headed over to the chairs to sit down. Marvin followed him. “That was great,” he said. “I could tell you were nervous but you did so good.”

You could tell? JJ asked. I’m not THAT nervous, I promise. I’ve done this before. I’m just... thinking about some things.

“About what?” Marvin asked. “If you’re comfortable talking about it.”

JJ pursed his lips. About things back home.

“Back home? You mean, where you live with your roommate?” Marvin waited. After a few seconds, JJ nodded, and Marvin continued. “I was... wondering about that. About your roommate. You... He, uh, seems... What’s he like?”

For a while, JJ didn’t answer, and Marvin worried that he did something wrong or made a wrong assumption. But then Jameson spoke, signing slowly. He’s... very memorable. He goes out into the city a lot. Dresses very alternative. Looks a lot like me, but we’re not related.

“Okay,” Marvin said. “That’s a lot of surface-level stuff. But like, is he nice? Do you like him?”

Jameson hesitated.

“It’s okay to say you don’t,” Marvin said softly.

I don’t want to bother you with a bunch of negativity, Jameson said.

“Well I want to be bothered. JJ, you don’t... From the way you talk about this roommate, it seems like you don’t like him, and he probably doesn’t like you, either. So i-it’s weird that you guys live together, a-and I want to know if—if there’s a good reason for that?”

I don’t know if it’s a GOOD reason, Jameson drawled.

“And that’s worrying to hear. I know I’ve only met you a couple times, but—if there’s something I can do, you can let me know, you know?” Marvin scooted a bit closer in his chair. “I’ll have you know I’m a very powerful witch, I can curse anyone you want.”

JJ laughed one of his wheezing laughs. Thank you, but I don’t know if you can curse A-fang.

Marvin tilted his head. “That’s your name sign for him, huh? What’s his full name?”

Jameson paused, then sighed. A-N-T-I, he spelled out.

“Anti? Like antiseptic handwash?” Marvin joked. “Like anticlimactic? Like antidepressants?”

JJ laughed again. Yes, like all of that.

“That’s a weird name.”

I don’t know if it’s the one he always had. He’s implied that he used to be called something else. But that’s what he’s been as long as I’ve known him. Jameson paused again. He’s the one who made me.

Marvin blinked. “Your roommate turned you into a vampire?”

Well he wasn’t ALWAYS my roommate, JJ said. I didn’t even know him before he made me.

“Okay.” Marvin nodded slowly. “And—you don’t like him.”

He’s a terrible person, JJ said. The type of vampire that causes urban legends about mystery deaths. He’s not... careful about eating. And he doesn’t just attack to drain. He’ll do it for fun. Because he was bored and I guess death is fun to him. Bastard. Now that Jameson got started, it all came spilling out. He should be arrested. Maybe killed, since he’s been doing this for so long and never stopped. We’ve had to move all around the country to avoid hunters and Night Councils because he can’t fucking stop being horrible. Always leaves at least three dead bodies in a town. Asshole. He shook his head angrily.

“...well, shit,” Marvin muttered. He may have got the feeling that JJ’s roommate was bad, but he didn’t expect ‘guy who kills people cause he wants to.’ “You know... I mean, you’ve been around for a long time, so you’ve probably thought of this already, but... you know you can leave and report him to the Night Council, right? You don’t have to stick with him just because he made you a vampire. Especially if he’s killing people.”

Jameson looked at him, the anger in his expression draining to sadness. I can’t leave.

“Yeah you can! I don’t care what he’s told you, you’re not obligated to stick by him!”

No, it’s not obligation. I would leave if I could, but I literally can’t.

Marvin blinked. He leaned closer. “What do you mean?” he asked seriously.

Jameson sighed. Have you heard of a vampire binding ritual?

“Vaguely. I don’t know the specifics. I know that’s illegal almost everywhere.”

It’s been illegal for about 90 years, Jameson confirmed. But if you’ll remember what I told you earlier, I’ve been a vampire for 94 years.

“So... Anti did this ritual thing on you?” Marvin asked. “And the ritual is keeping you from going too far from him?”

Jameson nodded. Not just that. If he gives me a command, I have to obey it. And back when this all began, he commanded me to never turn him in to any authorities. 

“...holy fuck, what?” Marvin whispered. “I-I thought vampiric mind control didn’t work on other vampires.”

Not unless there’s a binding ritual involved, Jameson said. He stared up at the ceiling, eyes distant. 

Marvin leaned back in his seat. As the shock of this wore of, he began to get angry. It wasn’t right to force someone to obey you with magic. And JJ was a nice guy! He didn’t deserve this! “Well, you might not be allowed to tell anyone, but I can,” Marvin said fiercely. “Where do you live? I’ll call the Night Patrol, tell them there’s a criminal in that place keeping you—keeping you hostage. That’s basically the truth, isn’t it?”

Jameson looked at him. Thanks for the attempt, but I also can’t tell you where we’re staying. Or tell anyone. Anti always makes sure that’s the first command he gives me in a new city.

“What?! Bullshit!”

I mean, I DID screw him over a few decades ago, and I’d do it again if I could, so I get his reasoning.

“I don’t give a fuck about his reasoning. What if I followed you home tonight?”

If you tried, you’ll have to do it without me knowing you’re there, JJ said. Otherwise I’d freeze in place or be forced to go somewhere else.

“What?!”

Anti is very thorough. I can’t take anyone home either.

Marvin leaned back, grumbling. Well maybe he couldn’t follow JJ tonight, then, but maybe the next time he saw him. “Do you have to live with him?”

JJ tilted his head. Not... technically. I can’t go too far from him, but the limit of “too far” pretty much encompasses the whole city. I don’t have to stay in that house. But if I’m away for too long he tracks me down and drags me back. 

“What a fucking lunatic!” Marvin gasped.

You’re right. JJ nodded slowly. But... well, it’s how things are.

Marvin shook his head. “It shouldn’t be. JJ, look. If you ever need anything, you let me know, okay? I don’t have much room in my flat, but I can pay for a hotel room for you if you ever need space from this Anti guy. There’s at least one in town that knows about the shadow world.”

JJ blinked, his expression softening. You don’t have to do that for me.

“I’d like to,” Marvin insisted. “Something like that, it’s not right. I’m at least going to make a report about this guy to the Night Council. They can do something, I’m sure.”

You mean like, capture him? JJ asked. That would be... nice. But Anti is very careful. We’ve jumped from town to town to avoid the rule of other Night Councils. This is a nice city. I... don’t want to leave it. Not so soon.

Marvin wasn’t sure what to say to that. Luckily, at that moment, a voice called out “Jameson Jackson?” The blood order was ready, an older woman passing it off to Dominic, who then looked around the waiting room for JJ and Marvin. “Ah... looks like they’re ready,” Marvin said.

JJ nodded and stood up. Marvin followed, and the two of them walked over to the desk. “Here you go, mate,” Dominic said.

Thank you, JJ said, then picked up the bag. It’s designed to look like a bag for the Life Bread bakery upstairs, but inside are four plastic bags filled with crimson liquid.

“Have a good night,” Dominic said. “And stop by anytime. We’re here for all your blood needs.” He chuckled.

Jameson gave a shaky smile back, then bowed his head. Goodbye, he said, and turned back to the staircase.

“Bye!” Marvin waved, and followed after him.

Soon, the two of them were back out on the street. JJ looked up at the night sky and took a deep breath. Probably to steady himself, anchor himself in the world. He looked at Marvin. ...thank you, he said. So much. You’re... the first person who’s been so... caring to me.

“The first?” Marvin couldn’t hide his surprise. “Surely not. You’re 122 years old!”

Well, the first who’s been so caring since I was made, JJ said.

“You’ve still been a vampire for ninety years. Surely someone else has realized how terrible this binding spell thing is.”

In the early years, I didn’t exactly have many people to talk to, JJ said. And well... most people meet Anti before they meet me. And once they realize I’m connected to him, that doesn’t exactly lead to a good impression. He paused. There have been people who are sympathetic. But... never someone so ready to help. Or at least, it’s been a long time. And we don’t know each other all that well... I can’t believe you’re being so kind.

Marvin shrugged. “I... I-I don’t know. I was worried. I’d ask any other customers if there were problems, too, you know. It’s just... this is the first time someone’s had such a...” He trailed off, looking for the right word.

Tragic backstory? JJ asked.

“Hah. Yeah, I guess.” Marvin smiled slightly. “I don’t know much about vampire binding spells, but I know that any magic that can be done can be undone. Maybe I could find some sort of... of countercurse. For this.”

JJ blinked, then looked away. But not fast enough to hide the way his eyes were welling with tears. I would appreciate that, Marvin. I really would. He took a deep breath. Now that I think about it... is your offer to pay for a hotel room still on the table? I... don’t want to go back there tonight.

Marvin nodded. “Of course. Do you want to head there now?”

Yes please.

“Alright. Back to the bus stop, then.”

They waited for the bus together, silent as the city around them.

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x GN! Reader x Darkiplier) -Part 1

You sat at your desk, fingers tapping against the keyboard. Your mind wasn't focused on your work in the slightest. Your phone buzzed with a notification from instagram, bored out of your mind and curious you picked it up and unlocked it, tapping the notification. What you saw caused you to drop your phone onto the ground, cracking the screen protector. In the livestream was Jackie, or his hero persona 'Jackieboy Man' at some swanky party. Now you understood why he never showed up like he'd promised.

Usually you'd brush it off as part of his 'hero duties' but this time was unacceptable. Just a few days before, you'd been nominated for a prize after submitting some of your art into a competition and Jackie had promised to celebrate with you at your favorite coffee shop, but evidently being a fuckboy was more important to him. You frowned, standing up and grabbing your coat. You decided against locking the door, even if you were mad at Jackie, it didn't mean he should sit out in the cold. You were still friends. Right?

God how you hated the way you felt whenever Jackie called you his friend. You felt so much more for him than he could ever for you, and it hurt.

You sighed, sitting down at a table while you waited for your drink to cool down.

Nowadays it was like he cared more about being famous than he did about anything else, it made you miss when he'd actually make time to hang out, but it wasn't like that anymore though, was it? Sometimes you wished that Jackie never even got his powers in the first place. Now the most time you spend together is repairing or making his gadgets, or fixing his wounds. It irked you to a considerable extent, but what could you do?

A tap on your shoulder startled you out of your thoughts, making you turn around suddenly.

"My apologies for bothering you, but is this seat taken?"