#like I know we’re thirsty for the vamp

[scarlettriot]

I need to know… is anyone else simping super hard over the bear in BG3 or am I alone here… moots? Anyone?

[ghost-proofbaby]

it is enough that we’re trying!! ♡ but a group sobbing session sounds nice - on Thursdays, we cry

Ugh, don’t get me started on Hugh Jackman especially as Van Helsing. For me, it started with watching The Little Vampire when I was a kid. Cirque Du Freak did NOT make it better and I am only slightly ashamed by my Twilight phase. It is actually quite alarming how much vampire content I was ingesting as a child and it explains so much.

Astarion has only reignited my love for vampy men.

Also yes! The ramifications of the exposure are not talked about enough!! Especially because it was hinted that breathing in or interacting with the Upside Down wasn’t good (hazmat suits S1) so how is it that they ran around Vecna’s playground most of S4 without repercussions? There has to be something! We just need everyone to turn into a version of the X-men with all of the exposure to toxic chemicals and otherworldly fumes at this point tbh

But I need to check out @myosotisa stuff because if she’s explored it I need to read it, inject it into my veins!

vamp!Steve isn’t talked about enough at all!

I imagine, everyone is worried about the kids (El and Will) that no one is really paying attention to Steve. And he isn’t worried either. His thoughts focused on his friends, his found family. But slowly the dark thoughts creep in. Insidious images that plague his dreams and it isn’t anything like what Nancy saw. He never sees Vecna but he can feel him. Lurking in the recesses of his brain. And one night he turns, writhing in pain as he sleeps. Skin slick with sweat. Veins protruding, thick and black with poison. Scars tissue from the bat bites aching like they’re brand new. And when he opens his eyes he isn’t Steve, or at least not entirely Steve. This version is angry, blood thirsty. Willing to hunt and maim and kill. And just like you said - he can justify it all! His family is in danger, you’re in danger. But soon the images of killing enemies turn to flashes of killing you and he can’t resist.

I’d imagine he’s quarantined like they did Will except Steve is stronger. Vecna will do anything to kill you because you’re the one person stopping Steve from falling fully under his spell. From allowing Vecna to have the servant he needs to fulfill his plans.

But that’s just how my brain imagines a Steve who slowly falls into madness and starts losing every bit of humanity 😅

I shall live to fuel this insanity (y’all are really just fueling mine) I need Steve to be pushed to the brink of madness and for his character to have another arc (an evil one)

-🍒🌸

ps: sorry for being long-winded, I get excited.

i'm days late but NEVER apologize for being long-winded. oh my WORD. my inbox is always a safe space to ramble excitedly and word vomit especially when it's THIS???? NONNIIIIEEEEEEE please

i giggled at the idea of everyone just becoming a version of the x men ngl

but no, you get! the! vision! the way it starts off justifiable before becoming sinister, the way everyone would turn such a blind eye!! it would be so devastating to see steve, a character who was meant to start off as awful and grow and develop into the character we now know and love, fall to an even worse fate than when he began. i'd say it would be a circle rather than an arc, but even at his worse, steve was never pure evil like that. and to be honest, i just wanna see it. it'll never be canon. but i! wanna! see! it!

you being the only person holding him back, tethering what little is left of who he was to this world. you are the only wrench in vecna's plans and it would infuriate him. and it's worse because he wants you dead, will try to manipulate steve into doing the dirty work for him, but the only thing standing in his way is still you. because you exist, and you're there, and that's enough to keep steve harrington holding out just a little bit longer.

this lil sandbox is so lovely. all the angst potential, all the soft potential for when that glimpse of old steve peaks back through. it's just. GAH. it's wonderful. i love it. i fuckin love it.

[mrultra100]

4th Anniversary Special; Top 10 Vampires

4 years… Holy hell, it’s already been that long? Might as well do something to celebrate. Now, what’s something that I love beyond all reasonable measure and won’t shut the hell up about? What’s pale, supernatural, and blood-thirsty that I’m hooked for…?

*GASP!* I got it!  VAMPIR-

Oh…Lemme fix this for a bit.

There we go…VAMPIRES! I love me some vampires! Many of you know that I’m a sucker (Geddit?) for these goofy creatures of the night. Hell, one of my own OCs IS a vampire! Since we’ve started this blog with vampires, why not celebrate by countin’ down my top 10 favorite vamps? If we ignore both that stupid Morbin meme and those godawful books made by a delusional, racist cow (That last part’s real, btw), we can wash all of that out by talking about a bunch of silly bloodsuckers for a good few minutes. Better get some garlic and wooden stakes ready, cuz’ we’re about to go full-blown Bela Legosi all up in this mother! This, ladies, gentlemen, and others, is my Top 10 Vampires!

10. Malzeno (Monster Hunter Rise; Sunbreak)

The first (And newest) “vampire” on this list, and it’s not even a vampire! What gives!? I’ll tell ya what gives! Malzeno is rad as hell! While it’s only here because as of me writing this, Sunbreak is just about to come out, and we still don’t know everything about this silvery Drac-drake. Not only is it one of the best Elder Dragons in the series, it has a killer theme (As per usual with most of the themes in MH), and its design captures all of the charm as a regular vampire. I’m not a regular Monster Hunter player, but mark my words, I can bet that people are planning to make a badass cape from its wings once they slay it. Guess it pays to be THIS banging, huh?

9. Count Von Count (Sesame Street)

Yes…I’m including the counting vampire puppet. Try and stop me, PIGS! While he’s not the perfect example of a vampire (Blood-sucking is a huge no-no for a kid’s show), the Count has a good few traits related to vamps. Also, for those who aren’t used to vampire lore, the Count’s obsession with counting actually has some roots in vampire mythology, as one of a vampire’s lesser-known weaknesses is a compulsive need to count things, giving their victims enough time to escape. Is that why he hasn’t tried to attack and drain the residents of Sesame Street? Nah, he would never do such a thing!

8. Wilhamena (OK K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes)

Here she is, folks; One of the most beloved (And lewded-on) vampiresses we’ve seen in quite some time. What could I say about Enid’s hot vampire momma that hasn’t already been said? People love her that much. Wilhamea here is an example of one of my favorite type of vampire; Tall, with a long dress that covers their whole body, along with massive hair, and well-endowed hourglass figure. It helps that Wilhamena’s a certified MILF.

7. Slayer (Guilty Gear)

One of the classiest vampires on this list, Slayer is a true gentleman. While he maybe a creature of the night, Slayer is actually one of the good guys. Not only does he enjoy a good, fair battle, but he also aids Millia Rage in her quest and gives her helpful advise. Hell, his own wife is okay with being drained, having more than enough blood to go around for him. We can always use a guy like Slayer.

(Credit to Bogleech for the depiction seen here)

6. Pentasite (Mortasheen)

Yes...this...THING counts as a vampire. Ya see, in the world of Mortasheen (An ongoing RPG project made by the wonderful @bogleech​ ), vampires are monstrous, telekinetic animals affected by an ancient virus from the deep sea. It’s only in the last few eons that these bizarre, blood-sucking beasts started to haul themselves onto dry land. As for Pentasite? Well, I’m gonna let its official description do the work.

“This large Echinoderm mutation achieves sentience without a central brain and amazing agility without a muscle structure. It is one of the few vampires capable of reproduction without parasitic implantation in a living host, as any portion severed from its body will slowly develop into a complete creature. Like a normal starfish, the Pentasite regurgitates its stomach over prey, but no longer uses the organ in digestion. Rather, the stomach is utilized only as a sticky net to constrict prey and drag it towards the blood-sucking teeth.”

Scary, huh?

5. Seras Victoria (Hellsing: Ultimate)

I’m not the biggest anime buff around, you should all know that. With all of that said...How did a show popped out a vampire girl that goes this hard? Seras is the right combination of cute, sexy, badass, and horrifying that I could ask for in a vampire girl character. I could learn alot more about Hellsing, huh?

Also, Police Girl is a golden nickname in terms of comedy.

4. Alucard (Castlevania)

Oh, what. Ya thought that I was gonna follow up Police Girl with her master? You’ve must’ve gotten your Alucards wrong. The Alucard I’m bringing up ain’t Dracula...He’s merely the son of him. Thankfully for all of mankind, Alucard chosen to become a hero, defying his evil father and his wicked ways. There are alot of characters out there who deserve a spot in Smash, and this sword-wielding dhampir is ONE of the biggest. He was already an Assist Trophy in Ultimate, so what’s stopping Konami and Nintendo from adding him into the next Smash game?

...On second thought, the stupid “enefftees” that Konami were making, along with the various slip-ups made by Nintendo may already answered that.

3. Globert (Mixels)

Yeah, yeah. I’m well aware that the Glowkies are technically NOT “vampires”, but since they’re the closest we’ll ever get to a vampire in the Mixelverse, I’ll let it slide. Globert is basically the living personification of “flanboyant”. He hosts parties, sings and dances, he and his whole crew live in a cave on the Mixel Moon, and don’t get me started on how he dresses. If you’re looking for the ultimate party animal to host your shindig, here’s your answer!

(Credit to Daria Cohen for the art seen here)

2. Duke and Missi (The Vampair)

That’s right, I’m puttin’ both Duke and Missi together for a single spot on this very list! To tell you all the truth, the vampy-ness of these two grows the strongest when they’re together. Ever since their series got the love that it deserves years ago, I’ve been keeping up with it and their antics. I even graduated high school a few days after the season finale came out, and I first discovered the show early on in my freshman year! I’ve come full circle with these two, haven’t I?

And finally, for number 1...

You already knew who it is, so let’s just get down to brass tax, shall we?

1. Vampire Twins (Johnny Test)

As much as V-Mary is my favorite character of all time, I couldn’t leave Susan out of this. Besides, they’re basically the mascots of this very blog! On this day, 4 years ago, my first ever post on this site featured the V-Twins, and I’ve certainly done alot with them since then, huh? From requesting fanart to a bunch of other artists like a weirdo, to stepping up to the plate and starting my own art career out of a want to bring these two back in a big way. I honestly have the Vampire Twins to thank for inspiring me to become an artist at all.

And there have ya have it! It’s been 4 years since this blog began. I’ve been through alot; Hopping onto other sites, picking up art-making as a hobby, making new friends, etc, it’s been a long, wild journey for me so far, and I’m excited to see what comes next. Thank you all so much for reading, and here’s to another 4 years and beyond!

[rattlerinthewheel]

Hypocrite: Scud/Reader

You’re going to kill him, willingly, if the thirst doesn’t make you do it first.

For the Season of Kink bingo square: blood play.

For the Kinky Things Happen bingo square: blood and punishment.

@pille1983 asked for some choking, so included a little thing here. Grabby vampire gets grabby, necklace was in reach...

- - -

It’s an odd feeling, the room being dark but loud. The TV’s off, but the radio’s thumping somewhere else in the warehouse, turned up enough that the bass rumbles all the way over to the smaller room. It works up the couch’s frame, thrums through you, itching in a way that’s distracting. And you want a distraction, with how he’s leaning back. With how he’s scooping his hair out of the way, leaving his throat exposed.

"All yours, baby."

"Josh."

You’re going to kill him.

It’s not even that you’re pissed at him, at the end of your rope, put there by teasing and prodding. You’re too wound up, too focused on keeping your crouch from turning into a spring at him, to be mad. There’s no joke on his lips to make you, no glint to his eyes when he slants them towards you. For once, he’s deadly serious.

But you’re deadly. Thirst burns your throat like acid, shakes you with fine tremors that stutter the growl low in your chest. It cloys to the sides of your throat, the back of it, your tonsils, on its way out. So dry, so fucking dry, and Josh is right here and offering himself up...

You shake your head. It’s all you can do, all you can thaw without giving over to instinct. If you risk anything else you’ll be lunging, and then you’ll be opening your mouth, and then you’ll be draining him. Blade’s out, he’ll never get back in time to stop you, and you won’t let Josh go until you’ve had every last drop. You’ll kill him, really kill him, and you don’t think you’ll stop Blade from icing you when it comes to it.

But the slack look on Josh’s face hardens, just a bit. Enough for you to notice the nerves twitch and string.

"Said come here, bat," he sighs, patting his lap.

Your growl throttles, enough that you know he can feel it across the couch. "You got a death wish or something—"

You’re faster, but you’re thirsty and too busy honing in—not on purpose, fuck—on the pulse he’s offering up to jump away. His craftsman hand, steel under the soft, clamps around your wrist. His palm’s warm, flushed, and you drag your eyes off his neck to watch the blood blush out around the meat of his palm where he grabs, leak back fish belly-white when he eases his grip. Then it flares back out, warmer, when he redoubles his hold and yanks.

You flail, hissing, but there’s another firm grip hooked under your thigh and the lumpy couch under you is traded for a solid lap, and doesn’t this dumb boy know—

"You’re starving and," and the grip on your wrist jumps up to your face, craning it towards his neck while he hikes your bare leg—you’re just in your boxers, and fuck, you can feel his blood-heat through your flesh—to fold you up, "and I wanna try something."

"Wanna try death," you groan between your teeth.

The words come out flat, strained, because you’re trying not to breathe, trying to keep your eyes latched onto that stupid chain necklace and not the pulse thumping beneath. Your jaw locks, loosens, and locks enough times in a span of seconds that your whole face throbs, and you’re so, so tempted to just break it so you can’t clamp down.

"This’ll sting," is all the warning you get before something acidic sears into your thigh.

You snarl, and Josh releases you just as fast.

"Trial run. Sorry, bat."

Josh clucks his tongue like he isn’t sorry at all, wiggling the fingers of the hand that touched your thigh. You glare at the innocent-looking, fingerless glove that covers his palm. Something about it reeks, like rotten eggs and sulfur.

"Like it? Slipped it on when you were doing your impression of a viper. Not my favorite, if I’m honest. Too..." he hums, thinking, before turning his hand upside down and giving you reversed rabbit ears, "bitey."

Your growl only comes out as a pained moan, because you’ve got the shakes all of a sudden. Not thirst tremors. Sick shakes, like you’ve got the flu, and your leg has a rash of foreign pins and needles prickling that you shouldn’t be feeling.

"What," you groan, trying to flex your leg and only half-succeeding, "did you do?"

"Been fiddling around. Not exactly a fan of lethal-only weapons, what with a vamp on my side that can get fried in daylight."

A bone-tired, waterlogged feeling seeps into you like lead. "Uh huh."

Josh isn’t oblivious to your state. In fact, he takes advantage of it. You’re pliant, not limp but malleable enough that you’re positioned in his lap comfortably—for you and him. He goes on as he adjusts, "You’d be surprised what you can get blended up in fabrics these days. Best way I can explain it is, uh, those glow in the dark stickers? That, but bat repellent."

Another wiggle of fingers you want to bite off, despite how tired you are. "What?"

Josh’s easy grin drops, serious. "UV, bat. Try to keep up."

"No wonder I feel like shit," you growl, even as you feel some of your strength come back. "You’re fucking insane—"

"Ah."

You clam up at the noise. Not the threatening wave you get, that damn glove dangerously close to your thigh.

"Good, we’re making progress."

That easy grin returns and you bristle, regretting not draining him when you had the chance to.

"Now, drink."

You try to keep your mouth shut anyway, hold your breath, close your throat even as his non-gloved hand clamps the back of your neck and drags you close. You hate the ragged, pained whine of thirst and not wanting to kill him; but you hate the thirst a little more, and his thumb digging into the hinge of your jaw pries your teeth apart with no trouble at all.

You couldn’t turn him if you tried. You don’t have the... you don’t know if it’s a power, or something you have to activate that you haven’t figured out yet, or what—but you can’t turn him, and that’s good, because he’s already bound to a family and you’re good as dead if you turn a claimed familiar. Killing one? That’s an accident.

Turning? You’ll get staked.

That’s your consolation as you sink into his throat, fangs springing out and burying deep. Josh tenses, his grip goes slack, and you growl and push up so you’re straddling him. You seize that damn chain and yank it, and the flutter of his pulse, the throb of his windpipe as he tries to fight for a breath against the choke, works up some dark glee that gets you yanking it again. You gulp down hot mouthfuls that’s so, so good and...

... and you gasp, choke on the mouthful you inhale, as that goddamn glove skims your thigh.

"Easy," Josh warns, breathy but strong. Then he clears his throat, grimacing as he works his vocal chords, unintentionally tugging at the puncture wounds. "Ah, how ‘bout you use that tongue o’ yours?"

You’re recovering from the second touch, not as severe thanks to the blood, and you have just enough will to obey. Your grip on the necklace jumps off, and you frown at the pink marks you’ve embedded in the flesh: a ring of odd circles that’ll bruise. You don’t like having to lap at the blood that trickles down, either, like a damn dog; you smear just as much of it as you swallow, slathering his throat in red and saliva. But your throat isn’t parched, you don’t feel sick, and gradually, you begin working on cleaning him up.

"Do not get hard," you hiss, even if that’s too late to warn against; between his jeans and your boxers, there’s hardly enough fabric to hide the half-attentive shaft you’re sitting on.

"Hypocrite," Josh purrs, not touching with the glove but tenting his hand, fingers keeping his palm hovering, so it’s close enough that you feel the UV radiate. You don’t feel sick over it, just prickling, like burrs on the other side of a thick layer of clothes, so you feel...

... well, you feel like a hypocrite.

"This," you tell him, continuing to lap up your dinner, "will not become a thing."

But you can’t bring yourself to bare your fangs at the lazy, high-looking (he isn’t, his blood’s refreshingly plain) grin Josh gives. Or argue when he hums, "It will," in a sing-song pitch that clashes poorly with the dark and the thumping music.

About as well as a familiar and the vampire that can’t claim him.

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Imagine if the suitors went to the beach for a whole day in the modern world...what crazy crap do you think will happen

Here are a handful of crazy and/or cute headcanons that came to mind! :D

-Mozart swatting away seagulls because HE IS TRYING TO EAT IN PEACE

-Jeanne watching him, MC offering him two water guns with a silent nod (sunglasses on, we’re going full meme)

-Jeanne then proceeds to shoot at them (no gulls were harmed in making of this promotional video) and his aim is impeccable it would be disturbing if the thwarted squawking wasn’t so funny

-Little kids start swarming around Jeanne asking how he’s so amazing and wanting to play team battles, inviting him to join

-Napoleon encourages him, and even Mozart joins in despite not liking getting wet very much (he wants Jeanne to have some positive fun times bc he BIIIIIIIG depressy)

-In the end they both admit to having fun, and one of the kids even teaches Jeanne a special ten step handshake (Jeanne has no idea what that was but the kiddo was smiling so he figured he’d go with it)

-HE AND MOZART STILL SECRETLY USE THE HANDSHAKE FOR FUNSIES BUT TELL NO ONE BECAUSE THEY DON’T LIKE F U N DON’T LOOK AT THEM

-Dazai, alternatively, gathers the fallen gull army and becomes their god with a singular cylinder of Pringles. No I will not elaborate--THE SEA GULLS GOT HER!!!!!!!!

-Spends most of the beach day wetting his feet in the tide pools and talking very earnestly to the gulls about this new thing he learned about called tax evasion while people pass by this fucker in full kimono at the beach and are convinced he’s lost it

-Dazai is very much not sane but we knew this already, offers sea shells to little kids that ask him what he’s doing and tells them to listen to the secrets bird friends can tell them

-If Dazai sounds like an Animal Crossing Villager, that was entirely by accident but remains no less true

-Surprising absolutely no one, Arthur suggests volley ball after watching people play and invites some pretty ladies to join him

-Arthur ends up needing two more people to play, so he invites Vincent and Theo (Vincent is so excited about trying something new that Theo can’t say no despite wanting to make a volleyball-shaped crater in Arthur’s face)

-The funniest part about the volleyball game is that not only is Arthur a shit player (CANON WEAK ARMS FOOL) Theo destroys with his spikes, and Vincent’s reach is insane--the two brothers end up becoming the talk of the beach

-I just laugh imagining Vincent sincerely complimenting people around him and the ladies swooning because he’s just so nice and pretty is he even real

-Men aren’t happy about that^TM but at the sight of Theo’s defensive glower they keep their malicious traps shut--which turn on whichever girls weren’t interested in Vincent jahkslgjh

-**Kaguyasama narrator voice** Today on Arthur Shenanigans: Arthur loses

-Poor Isaac is hiding under the umbrella clutching sunscreen bc HE IS A PASTY BOY HELP HIM

-MC brought a few of the newest Maths/Physics books in her time for him to read, and while he doesn’t enjoy the intensity of the sun--not like vamp weakness, it’s just the strain on his body (too many stimuli too many people too much noise) that makes him tired and ultimately thirsty bc aberrant. But the change of scenery's not so bad.......

-MC laughs when she gets out of the water and the salt dries visibly on her skin, Isaac’s eyes bug out and he asks if it hurts (startles when Leo flicks sea water at him and asks how on earth they got in the water when it’s so cold!!!)

-Leo chats with him and he likes being able to draw theorems and the like in the sand, it’s like one big chalkboard (until a kid tramples across them in the middle of writing, POPPYCOCK!). Isaac ultimately has fun but prefers to stay inside poor bub

-Leonardo, surprising no one, falls asleep in the sand the second he gets there HE IS HOME (Italian beaches, amirite)

-MC decides to, after a point, bury him fully in the sand for shits

-Comte notices and aids in her shenanigans from his beach chair, snickering the whole time

-When the two are satisfied they go for a swim together, trusting Leo to look after Isaac if need be (even if he’s a mummy rn)

-Comte is relieved to hear that she knows how to swim, but also watches carefully and doesn’t let her drift out too far by keeping closer to the shore himself (riptides!!!! can be!!!!!!! dangerous!!!!!!!!!!) if he had his way (he would never impose but he worries ;-;) she’d be wearing floaties SAFETY FIRST

-They splash at each other like maniacs and chat amiably until they start swimming away as fast as possible when Leo wakes up, laughing

-How do we know that Leo woke up?

-Because he sat up ramrod straight and a tower of sand fell. He then proceeded to jump up and sprint to the water despite Isaac’s startled cries about being careful, and swam after them like a shark to get his revenge (it was like something out of an anime s2g)

-Mostly just tugs on MC’s leg, picks her up in the water, and yeets her across in retaliation; really harmless, she’s cackling the whole time

-Dunks Comte’s head in the water while he’s being scolded, and MC has to de-escalate their increasingly dangerous shenanigans before the life guard comes after them LMFAO

-They concede only bc MC looks sad/worried abt being kicked out, and agree to keep things fun FIGHT TO THE DEATH LATER TONIGHT

-Napoleon goes for a nice long walk along the shoreline and climbs the rocks if he finds any til he gets to the top (he does not go to his happy place HE GOES TO HIS HIGH LONESOME PLACE) wishes that Jupiter could be here to enjoy the brine

-Our boy Napoleon is simply just vibin he loves the beach. A little further off the sound of people is p muted, it’s just the crashing waves and crisp smell of salt, the light breeze ruffling his hair 

-Sebas is absolutely watching through binoculars and writing down how majestic Napoleon is while making sure no one gets lost/wrecked as he takes notes

Bonus: since volleyball games can often happen back to back on a sizable beach, the boys^TM were playing and Arthur called out “Theo duck!!!!” and just as Theo was saying “Are you fucking kidding me did you really think I’d--T H W A C K” Theo gets nailed in the back of the head (Arthur later died after being put in a headlock)

Shakespeare didn’t feel like playing volley ball and didn’t have much else to do (can’t swim and has no interest), so he just sat back and tried to throw Theo off his game as much as possible 

Por ejemplo: Theo misses a serve and Shakespeare just “For never was there a story of more woe; O bard Alexa, verily, play us Despacito” “SHUT THE FUCK UP”

Jeanne also gets hit by a stray volley ball, but when Vincent said “Oh no, Jeanne, duck!” he has one of either two reactions: 1. Boulevard of Broken Dreams plays obnoxiously loud as he dodges inhumanly fast 2. he quacks, gets nailed, and doesn’t react because he doesn’t have any brain cells to damage

[beth-yeet365]

“We’re not finished” - bws

Pairing: Bradley Simpson x reader

Summary: you’re Tristan’s cousin and you’re as close as brother and sister. When he says that he has an extra room in his flat that he shares with his bandmate, Brad, you decide to move in... What’s the worst that could happen?

Word count: 2.1k+ 

Warnings: some alcohol consumption, Brad being forward which ight cause ome awkward situations, like one or two curse words and mention of boner ;)

Disclaimer: I don’t know if any of this is true either way it’s an imagine so don’t expect anything that’s super true... also you play drums like Tris but that is because that’s the only instrument I can play lmao and you’re 2 years younger than Tris so that makes you 3 three years younger than Brad

It all started with a facetime call with your favourite and only cousin, the one and only Tristan Evans. 

You’re moving into his flat that he also shares with his bandmate Brad. They had extra room and you have been complaining about how expensive rent is in London to live on your own and you don’t want a creepy roommate so Tris saved your ass and offered the room.

Moving in wasn’t as hard is you’d expected. Mostly because you had the other vamps helping you carry stuff to the flat. 

You of course carried some of your stuff up but not being the strongest person in the world made it pretty difficult.

You especially needed help with carrying your electric drum kit cause that shit’s heavy.

“Right, Y/N, I think you’re pretty settled in.“ Tristan said, carrying the last box into your new room. 

“Yeah, but I still need a bed to sleep in.“ You said.

“You can sleep on the sofa tonight and we’ll go to IKEA tomorrow.”

“Yeah from what we’ve witnessed from the times you’ve visited us on tour you can sleep pretty much anywhere,“ Connor started. “And definitely not as tall as Tris so you’ll fit anywhere.“ He then added, laughing as the other boys laughed at his comment.

“Ha ha, go on mock my height when you don’t have an awful lot yourself.“ You fired back, patting his shoulder. 

“She’s got you there, Con.“ Brad said to him chuckling to himself.

“Oh, you can’t talk either, Bradley.“ you told him.

“You wound me, darling.“ He acted offended and put his hand over his chest in mock hurt. 

“Hey! Don’t be flirtin’ with my baby cousin!“ Tris exclaimed jokingly.

We all laughed and decided to drink some well deserved beers after carrying all the boxes up. 

Soon enough James and Connor left to go home to their own places.

You started to unpack the boxes with your clothes and putting the closet and dresser that were already in the room. 

While unpacking your clothes you came across a small cardboard box you keep all your printed out pictures of you visiting the boys while they were on tour. You were like a sister to all of them. 

You took the pictures out of the box and looked at all of them while sat on the ground. They were all a mixture of selfies with all the boys, pictures of the places you’ve been and pictures have taken of you playing drums. All of the good memories. 

You smiled at all of them and moved to collect them and put them back in the box when a voice spoke. 

“You always look so concentrate and content.“

You looked up to see Brad leaning on the doorframe of your room, arms crossed in front of his chest.

He looked good. He always does though. 

To be honest, you’ve had a huge crush on him ever since you stepped onto the tour bus when you were 19 and he was 22. 

“Sorry, what?“ You asked in confusion. 

“When you play drums you just look concentrated but also content and happy.“ He said while pointing to the pictures of you playing, then moving to sit across from you on the floor. 

“Well playing drums is such a reliever, you know? It’s just you and the sound of the drums.“ You explained to him. 

“Yeah I get that.“ He said nodding. “It’s the same when I start singing or start playing guitar or piano.“

“It’s one of the reasons why I brought the drum kit with me just in case I get tired of you two.“ You said with a joking smile.

“Very funny, Y/N,“ He said. “Well I’m happy you brought it.“

“Why?“ You asked the curly haired boy in front of you, while you absentmindedly sifted through the pictures. 

“Because it’s hot.”

You snapped your head up to find his brown orbs staring right back into yours. 

You could feel the blood rushing to your face. 

Clearing your throat just to do anything to relive the now awkward tension in the room. 

“Where’s Tris?“ You diverted the conversation from the awkward situation from before. 

“He popped over to the shop to get something I didn’t quite catch.“ He answered and moved to stand up. 

“Oh.“ Was the only thing you could say, mentally hitting yourself. 

he was now standing up, looking down at you and offered a hand to help you stand up from the ground. You gladly took it and he practically heaves up. 

“Y/N-“

“I’m back!“ Tristan hollers from the entrance of the flat. “Where are you guys?“

“Coming!“ You shout back at him.

Dammit, Tris.

Sleeping on the sofa wasn’t as comfortable as you’d hoped. 

It was weird not being able to move freely because of the backrest on it but at least you had Jesse to cuddle you while you were on your phone. 

Jesse is Brad’s golden retriever and a national treasure to be preserved. 

She proved to be very cuddly at 1 a.m. 

You then noticed you were thirsty so you decided to get up and make some tea in the hopes that would make you sleepy enough for you to sleep after. 

You never noticed how noisy turning on a kettle was until you had to turn it on in the middle of the night where everything seems noisier. 

When the kettle boiled you found a random mug and some classic English breakfast tea in one of the cabinets. 

“You awake, too?“ A voice startled you. 

You jump in fright and turn around only to find Tris. 

“Jeez, could’ve announced your presence without scaring me.“ You tell him, putting the tea bag into your cuppa. “But yeah I’m awake how else would I be making tea?”

“Don’t get smart on me,“ he playfully scolds you. “Why you awake, though?“

“Simply couldn’t sleep.“ 

“Sucks, but now you have me to keep you up as well.“ He smiles at you and walks to the kettle making himself a cuppa. 

“Oh gee, am I supposed to be happy?“ You ask him making him roll his eyes at your questions. 

You both moved to the sofa and sat down to talk.

Late night talks with Tris were always the best especially since you were so close and therefore could talk about everything from playing drums and nerdeing about that to mental health. 

“Okay, Y/N, I have a question for you.“ He tells you making you furrow your eyebrows. He doesn’t really announce that he has a question unless it’s something or serious.

“Shoot.“

“Do you like Brad?“

Now that was a question you didn’t expect. Like never.

It caught you off guard, making it difficult for you to answer his question.

“What would you say if I told you I did?“ You ask him back.

“I would tell you to fess up ‘cause you both like each other.“ He responded.

“Is it really that noticeable that I like him?“ Your eyes widened with your ask.

“Umm, if it wasn’t you guys’ obvious flirtin’ it would be you completely snappin’ out of it and getting distracted when he walks into the room.” He explains making you put your head in your. 

“Oh my God does he know?“ Your question comes out muffled because of your hands. You also avoided his amused gaze in embarrassment. 

“No no, he’s just as oblivious to your feelings as you are to his.” He informs you, making you relax. You also decided to ignore Tris’ confirmation of Brad’s mutual feelings for you. 

“I’ll tell you what,“ Tris starts again. “James, Con and I all agree you’re good for each other but I’ll go back to bed so you can sleep ‘cause you look like you’re tired now,“ he continues and moves to collect your mugs. “and say goodnight to you.“ he finishes when he put the mugs in the dishwasher.

“Goodnight, sleep well Tris.“ You tell him and he kisses your cheek.

“Sleep well, Y/N, we’ll try to keep it down when we wake up later on.“ He tells you and he proceeds towards the hallway

“Thanks.“

You lay down on the sofa again with Jesse coming to lay at your feet and you were out like a light.

You were aching.

You had been assembling a bed, a desk and a chair from IKEA with Tris, Brad, Con and James since you came home.

IKEA manuals were gonna be the death of you.

Tris, Con and James had gone out to the shop to get some champagne to celebrate you officially moving in since you also got your own copy of the key to the flat from the landlord.

Brad had stayed behind mumbling out some excuse for not going. 

You?

You had stayed behind because you still had to move things into your room and make your bed and all that fun stuff. 

“Need help?“ Brad’s voice interrupted your movements in making your bed.

“Um, not right now but thanks.“ You answered politely.

You felt awkward as you remembered what Tris had told you during the night. Even though you had ignored them you still acknowledged them.

He’s just as oblivious to your feelings as you are to his.

You finished making your bed with Brad’s burning gaze on you.

A phone pinged and both of you reached to check your phones.

“Tris says that they’re gonna be late ‘cause traffic’s bad.“ Bard said.

You could only nod in acknowledgment as you read the same text but on your own phone.

“Well what do you wanna do?“ He asked, desperately trying to break the awkward tension.

“I’m quite tired, actually,“ you confessed. “Assembling really drains the energy outta ya, ya know?“

“Yeah yeah, I get that.“ He answered and looked around your room. “Should we see if we made the bed as good as the one in the shop?“ He suggested.

“Smooth, Bradley,“ you laughed out. “But yeah, let*s.“

You both jumped onto the bed. 

“This is almost better than the one in the shop.“ He says, wiggling around.

“Yeah it is.“ You hold your hand up for a high five which he high fives and let’s his hand stay there, moving to thread your fingers.

You smiled at his actions and reciprocated. 

He released his hand and moved it to your face to brush some hair out of your face, making your face heat up.

You decided to make a bold move and move your face just mere centimeters away from his face.

You were both breathing hard in anticipation, trying to figure out who would kiss who first. 

Fuck it, you thought and kissed him.

He immediately caught on and moved on top of you, his arms caging your head.

It felt amazing.

Lips moving together, teeth clashing, tongues exploring your mouths.

You threaded your hands in his hair and tugged at it eliciting a moan out of him.

On of his hands started moving from its position at your head down to your waist making you giggle cause you were ticklish. 

He moved away from your face agonizingly slow.

“That was-“ he started saying but looked at loss for words. “Wow, just wow.“

“Yeah,“ you agreed. 

You couldn’t think straight as his now swollen lips moved down to kiss your jaw and neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

He would suck, then lick your skin to soothe it.

To say the boy was talented was an understatement.

You could feel him smile against the skin on your collarbone when he found that spot that would’ve made you fall if you were standing up.

“We’re home again!“ Tris’ holler interrupted your little session, making Brad groan and fall on top of you. 

“We brought the champagne!“ James then hollers.

You both moved away from each other and sat up.

“Coming!“ Brad yells back at them which you were grateful for because you didn’t trust you own voice.

“You go ahead,“ Brad tells you. “I have to just sort something out.“ 

You snicker at him.

“We’re not finished,“ you tell him before walking out the door, smiling like an idiot ‘cause you couldn’t contain your happiness and the feeling of bliss.

One thing you forgot before greeting them was checking yourself in a mirror before greeting the guys.

“Hey guys!“ You greet.

“Uh, hey Y/N,“ James greets you back, holding back a chuckle.

Connor turned away to try and calm his laughter.

“Brad! Why does Y/N have hickeys down her neck!?“ Tris shouts while walking to your bedroom.

The smile fell off your face as James and Con couldn’t contain their laughter anymore.

Oh shit.

[willowbird]

for the prompt thing andreil, 16(Au with vampire! Neil), Trope 4, dialogue 15 + if possible 39

Anonymous asked:

Vampire! Neil Au requester I meant 25 and not 15

Supernatural AU with a Vampire Neil, meet messy, “i know this looks bad, but i swear, it’s not" & “you confuse me.”

I'm not sure if this was what you were hoping for when you send me these prompts, but I rather had fun writing it so I hope you enjoy, Anon!

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If Andrew was being completely honest, he really didn't mind his job. Sure, it wasn't all that impressive, but it also wasn't like he had someone around that he wanted to impress. It was easy, too, and no one bothered him. Well, no one bothered him because he had third shift, and the only people grocery shopping at three-am were literal vampires; and in a tiny town like Palmetto, there were really only a handful of those, none of which would ever have any reason to bother the short, scowly human stocking shelves over in the candy aisle.

Which was exactly what Andrew was doing when he heard the crash over in the refrigerated section.

Shifting the headphones off one ear, Andrew tilted his head and listened. There were a few more minor crashes, then a bumbling, scrabbling sound of things being kicked and jostled around. No screaming, though, so Andrew reaffixed the cup over his ear and got back to what he was doing.

"Cleanup by the refrigerators. Cleanup by the refrigerators."

Andrew lips moved soundlessly to Fall Out Boy, willfully ignoring the fact that refrigerators was in his section of the store and thus his responsibility should there be a call made to it.

"Cleanup by the refrigerators. Cleanup by the refrigerators."

Andrew juggled three snickers bars to the beat, tossing them onto the shelf just as the guitar solo started.

"Cleanup by the refrigerators. Cleanup -- Goddamnit Minyard get your ass over to refrigerators and clean the mess up."

Welp, he tried. With a heavy sigh, Andrew dropped the candy in his hands back into the box he'd been unloading, then gave two middle-fingers to the nearest camera.

The gruff voice over the intercom said, "Don't be a cheeky bastard, you little ingrate. Just do your damn job."

"Yeah, yeah," Andrew muttered to himself, rolling his eyes as he turned to head down the aisle. From all those crashes it was sure to be an epic mess. Maybe he wasn't as okay with this job as he thought he was.

Whatever Andrew thought he was expecting to see when he rounded the corner, it was not what he actually saw.

Because there, sitting in the middle of fallen displays and drenched in both blood and pink lemonade with an unconscious (dead?) human sprawled across his lap, was an annoyingly pretty disaster of a vampire.

Andrew stared at the tableau for a long moment, the tugged his headphones down around his neck and moved forward, surveying more of the damage as he got closer. Two of the displays near the fridges had been completely toppled, sending s'mores supplies and snack cakes as far out as lunchmeat on one side and paper goods on the other. There wasn't as much liquid on the floor as Andrew suspected there might be, the blood confined only to the vampire's actual person and only a small pool of pink lemonade leaking out of the nearest container. Upon closer inspection, the human appeared mostly unharmed and definitely alive, as he was breathing. He didn't have a drop of blood on him.

The vampire flashed fang as he gave a weak sort of smile. "I know this looks bad, but I swear, it's not."

"Uh-huh. Right." Andrew crouched down and picked up the carton of pink lemonade. It wasn't even opened properly. There were punctures in the side exactly the right size and distance to have been caused by pretty-vamp's fangs.

Andrew turned the carton to show the leaky punctures to the guilty vampire.

"I was thirsty?"

"Mm. What about the snack draped over your lap?" Andrew gestured at the guy, who was, admittedly, definitely a snack. He was significantly bigger than either himself or the vampire, with black hair and a small tattoo of a chess piece on the crest of one cheek.

The vampire did not seem to share Andrew's opinion. His pretty face screwed up in distaste, those damn-near cerulean eyes flashing with ire. "Ugh. No way. I only drink from Kevin when I'm on my deathbed."

"Is that your way of telling me that he's your boyfriend and you nip him every night, then?"

"What? No?" The blatant confusion on the vampires face had Andrew sighing. The vampire shook his head. "Look, I'm sorry about the lemonade. I was going to pay for it, but it couldn't wait." The skepticism must have been visible enough on Andrew's face for even this idiot to be able to read it because the vampire sighed and continued after just a short judgmental pause.

"I don't drink human blood. That brand of lemonade in addition to regular food can keep me going for weeks at a time without me having to go after animals either."

A vegan vampire, now Andrew had seen everything.

"Right, so why is your boyfriend passed out?"

"Not my boyfriend. The dumbass decided to go out while sick with moon-fatigue. He fainted."

Moon fatigue? Andrew looked back down at the man in the vampire's lap. That meant that 'Kevin' wasn't a human at all, but a were-something.

Instead of commenting on this, Andrew refocused on the vampire's face and said, "You sure you aren't dating?" Because it seemed pretty fated, a dumbass vampire who starves himself to the point where he has to raid the local grocery store for magical lemonade, hooking up with a dumbass were-somethingorother that resisted the change to the point where he got sick and then went out like that, thus necessitating the aforementioned situation where stupid starved vampire has to come rescue him. Speaking of... Andrew took another look at the carton in his hand and memorized the brand. There was no way he was ingesting anything that was able to keep a vampire off his bloodlust for weeks on end.

"Very," the vampire confirmed. Then he sighed and looked down at his friend for a moment before smacking him sharply enough that the sound even got a little echo. "Wake up, asshole!"

Kevin jolted awake with a lurch, then moaned and covered his face his hands. "The liiiiiights, they're so briiiiiight. Neiiiiiiiiiil where aaaaaare weeeeee?"

The vampire - Neil - rolled his eyes and gestured to the man in his lap. "See what I have to deal with?" He shook his head and shoved Kevin off his lap before standing. He was a little shaky as he rose, but managed to keep his feet. "Get up Kev. Thanks to you there's a huge ass fucking mess and if we ever want to come back again we're gonna have to help clean it up."

"Nooooooo."

"Yeeeeeees."

Kevin peaked his eye open, saw Andrew, and pointed. "Make him do it. Its basically his job!"

"I don't work here," Andrew said immediately, despite the violently orange vest he was wearing that sported both a name-tag and the logo for Palmetto Grocery.

Then a truly awful thing happened: Neil grinned at him. It was like the goddamn moon rising over an enchanted fucking lake, is what it was. Those blue eyes shined and his whole face softened. Two perfect dimples winked at him, his fangs flashing in a way that was both really sexy and kinda... cute. Even with the blood-spatter on his face the man was downright captivating.

Kevin woozily stumbling to his feet snapped Andrew out of his momentary stupor. The were looked from Neil to Andrew and sighed, shaking his head. "Tiny assholes. I am surrounded by tiny assholes." Then he turned and began to shuffle around, picking up boxes of Twinkies and stacking them in one arm.

Andrew turned back to Neil. "So if all you are here for is lemonade, why are you covered in blood?" It distantly occurred to Andrew that this probably should have been the first question he asked.

Neil shrugged. "Had to kill someone when I picked up Kevin."

Ah, well, that was that then. Andrew nodded his understanding and the two of them joined Kevin dealing with the mess. It was after Andrew had righted the display fixtures and Neil had started stacking all the boxes on them upside down that Neil looked over at him and asked, "Do you usually work nights?"

Andrew paused, blinked, and looked over at him. "Why?"

"Just curious. Kev and I are new to town."

"I am not a tour guide."

Ugh, no there it was again - that grin. This time accompanied by a short, bright laugh.

"Understood." Neil placed the last box on the top of the fixture, somehow getting it to balance on a single corner. Satisfied, he then looked back at Andrew, still fucking smiling. "I guess I'll see you around, then."

"You confuse me," Andrew said, almost without meaning to.

Another fang-flashing grin. "I'm a bit of a puzzle."

Andrew studied him for a moment, considering. He wondered if the idiot vampire even realized he was flirting with him. It sure seemed intentional - but he hesitated to give the dumbass that much credit.

"I guess I will just have to solve you then," Andrew finally said.

"Guess so." Neil then had the audacity to wink, and Andrew's ears turned pink. Intentional then, definitely intentional.

Luckily, Neil had turned to collect his friend, so probably didn't see his traitorous ears. The vampire looked back at him one more time, just long enough to raise a hand in farewell, before leading Kevin away from the refrigerators. Andrew tracked him with his eyes until they turned the corner, and were gone.

Well, if nothing else - Palmetto sure as fuck got a hell of a lot more interesting.

[laddieseddiemunster]

Little Sister (platonic)

This is for the anon who gave me the ask about a 13/14 year old that the boys accidentally turn, and they like to sneak out a lot. I kind of lost your ask but if you see this than this fic is for you.

context: the boys accidentally turn a 13 year old that likes to sneak out a lot, but the boys soon realize that she’s not a bad addition to their group.

warnings: mentions of alcoholism & violence

the boys hadn’t meant for this to happen. they didn’t even know you. they just came back from the boardwalk one day and saw a kid passed out on their couch. not exactly a kid. more like a young teen. marko was about to take a bite out of you before he noticed you didn’t smell human. you smelled like they did. well half. part vampire blood and part human. david had noticed that their glass with the blood in it had been misplaced. the boys put the pieces together and realized you drank the blood. david still wanted answers, so he woke you up by using some mind tricks. 

you woke up with a groan while holding a hand to your chest. “what was in that drink?” you asked pointing to the broken glass on the floor.

david bent down to pick up some of the broken glass. “you drank this?”

“yeah! what was in it? it tasted awful!” you asked them rubbing your eyes.

“who are you? what are you doing here?” paul asked not ready to explain to you what exactly you just drank.

“who are you guys?” you asked back.

“i asked you first,” paul snapped.

you rolled your eyes knowing you were going to have to start from the beginning. you were a runaway. your parents were alcoholics and you couldn’t take their crap anymore so you left. while looking for a place to stay you found the cave, and obviously all the “do not enter!” signs made you want to investigate more. when you came in the cave you were super thirsty and ended up finding the glass of blood. you assumed it was wine or something, but when you drank it it tasted horrible. soon after you felt a pain in your chest and you passed out on the couch.

all the boys looked at each other wondering how the hell they were going to explain to you what you just drank.

“so uhh, what’s your name kid?” marko asked sitting next to you on the couch.

“[name], and i’m not a kid! i’m 13,” you replied.

“13? that’s still a kid,” paul chuckled.

you rolled your eyes. “whatever. what are your names?”

paul decided to take charge while david walked away thinking of a way to explain this to max. “well, i’m paul!” he said holding his hand to his chest. he pointed to marko that was sitting next to you. “that’s marko.” he then pointed to dwayne who still hadn’t said a word. “dwayne.”

“who’s the mullet guy?” you questioned.

“im david,” you jumped as he suddenly appeared right behind you.

“so...do you guys live here?” you asked looking away from david.

“yep,” david explained the whole incident that happened years before.

dwayne still hadn’t spoken and even refused to look at you. he was worried about you, and the explanation they were going to have to give to max was making him anxious. paul was worried, but he tried to act like nothing was going on. marko was still processing it all, and did not want to be the one to tell you what was in that drink.

“okay great. now what was in that drink?” you were smart enough to know that they changed the subject on purpose.

“[name], try to understand this,” david paused. “we’re not...human.”

you scoffed thinking this was some prank. “oh really?”

“what you drank was blood,” david paused again. ��my blood.”

“EW!” you exclaimed jumping from the couch. “thats disgusting! you have to be lying!”

“it’s true,” paul spoke as he sat on the couchs armrest.

you shivered in disgust. “why did you have your blood in a bottle in the first place!”

“we’re not human,” david repeated. “we’re vampires...and so are you.”

“i’m a what?” you asked not understanding what they were trying to tell you.

david knew that you wouldn’t believe them if they just told you, so he turned around and when he turned back he was completely transformed into his vamp face.

you gasped and jumped back trying to get away from david, but instead you landed in marko’s lap. he grabbed your shoulders tightly so you couldn’t get away.

“this is what we are [name],” david said and changed back into his regular form. “this is what you are.”

“h-how,” you whimpered holding onto marko for some sort of protection.

“in that bottle was my blood,” david said while taking a step closer to you. “i am a vampire,” he took another step. “and you drank my blood,” another, “so now you’re a vampire,” david said while standing over you.

“is...is that true?” you asked paul who was still sitting on the armrest.

“yep! now you’re our little sister!” he said with a big smile on his face.

“sister?” you asked.

“you’re one of us now, so now you stay with us,” david said with a slight smirk on his face.

“but i don’t want to! i don’t even know you guys!” you said getting up from marko’s lap.

“well maybe you should think twice before drinking something from a random cave,” david said. he wasn’t wrong. for all you knew the drink could have been 100 years old and rotten. now that you think about it, it probably is.

“marko!” david spoke stopping your daydreaming. “show [name] her room.”

marko grabbed your arm leading you to the room. it wasn’t far from the main area in the middle of the cave, so there was really no privacy at all. the room was pretty plain. just a bed and some blankets covering the entrance.

“is this kidnapping?” you asked him and sat on the bed.

marko chuckled. “not necessarily.”

“it sure seems like it.”

“well its not.”

“then what it is?” you asked.

“you drank the blood, so now you’re automatically one of us!” you could tell he was getting frustrated.

“what if i don’t want this?!” you asked raising your voice at him.

marko sighed and looked to the ground. “look, i’m sorry if you didn’t want this, but we can’t change it now.”

“you’re telling me that there is no way i can change back?” you asked him.

marko just shook his head and left the room. you laid down on the bed trying to take in everything that they just told you. first, you ran away from home. second, you walked into the worst cave you could’ve ever chosen. third, now apparently you’re a vampire.

as a couple days went on the boys taught you how to calm to urge to eat people, they explained to you that you were half, and then david explained that eventually you will have to kill someone or you’ll be half forever. david isn’t very patient, so when you asked for some time before you make your first kill he wasn’t too happy about it. david has been killing people for decades, so to him it’s no big deal.

at first the boys thought your addition wouldn’t be too hard. then they realized you were a bit of a handful. not even a week with the boys and you had already snuck out twice. the first time you didnt get caught because it was during the day. the second time you did. your friends had told you before you became a vamp that they were having a party, and you weren’t one to miss a party. so you left while the boys were still asleep, and you were planning on coming back to the cave before they woke up. unfortunately, you lost track of time and when they woke up they noticed your disappearance right away.

david was furious. he hates when people don’t do what he says, and especially when it’s people he lives with. he is also slightly worried because a non experienced half vamp could be dangerous. dwayne was more worried about your safety since you’re pretty young, paul was upset that you didn’t follow orders, and marko was worried that you might have ran into hunters or you were badly hurt.

the boys found you pretty much right away. all they had to do was track your scent in the air and follow it. a vampires scent stands out in a group of people. the party was full of young and some older teens. even though the boys are the feared motorcycle gang of santa carla they still managed to get into the house party. david was determined to find you, and nobody better try and stop him.

when the boys found you they basically had to drag you out of there. you didn’t want to leave and they weren’t in the mood to argue. you knew you were going to have to come up with some explanation on why you left the party with a bunch of boys to your friends. dwayne, paul, and marko knew that david was going to let you have it when they returned to the cave, and he did just that.

“why did you leave the cave without permission?! you know that unacceptable!” david yelled loudly scaring marko’s pigeons.

“i went to a party, and because i felt like it,” you said not caring that you were breaking rules.

“you’re on thin ice kid!” david yelled again as the other boys watched from a distance.

“oh yeah? what are you gonna do kill me?” you were pushing his buttons and you knew it. “well guess what? i didn’t choose to be here, so i don’t have to do what you say!”

as time went by fights would happen almost daily, and there was never really a winner. david would usually get tired of yelling and just ignore you for the rest of the night. he still cares about you, but you refused to obey his orders. the boys stopped trying to prevent you from sneaking out. for once, they just gave up and let you do what you wanted.

it was great at first being able to do what you wanted, but that came to an end when your friends started to make rumors about you. it turns out that your friends were jealous that you hung around with the boys, so they decided to talk bad about you behind your back by saying you were sleeping with all of them. soon all your so called friends were no longer looking your way, and that means goodbye party’s. everyone believed the rumors and thought you were sleeping with four older boys.

the boys noticed that you hadnt gone out in a while, but they decided not to ask any questions. you guys still weren’t on good terms, and the boys didn’t want to make the relationships any worse then they already were. marko was the first one to find out about what happened. he had gone out on his usual chinese food run and he came into your room to give you some food he saw you crying softly on your bed. “what’s the matter lil sis?”

when you told marko exactly what happened he was ready to go out and feed from your friends. even if you weren’t on good terms with him you’re still his little sister, and no one hurts you and gets away with it.

instead of letting him murder your friend you decided to take matters into your own hands, and he knew what that meant.

before you took the matter into your own hands you wanted to mend your relationships with the other boys. if they’re the only people/vamps that still care about you then you mine as well get used to them. dwayne is probably the easiest one to gain trust of again. he understood that you are just a kid, and you want to live your life. dwayne isn’t one to make you try hard for his acceptance. a simple apology and you’re already on his good side. paul and marko pretty much go the same way. they really don’t take anything too personal, so if you make them upset they’ll just get over it in like an hour. david is a bit more difficult. he doesn’t like people doing things without his permission. which is exactly what you did. when you apologized for sneaking out all he said was “okay,” and nothing else. he didn’t even look up at you. even if the apology wasn’t enough you already had a plan to gain his acceptance.

“i’m ready to make my first kill,” you said out of the blue. all of the boys stopped whatever they were doing and looked directly at you.

paul immediately grew a smile when he realized you weren’t kidding. “really little sis? you’re ready to become one of us?”

you nodded with a smile.

“are you sure this is what you want?” dwayne asked you. he wanted you to turn, but he didn’t want it if you didn’t.

“yes. i’m sure,” you confirmed.

“well, then what are we waiting for?” marko asked with his mischievous smile making an appearance.

before the boys could pick out a random person on the beach for you to kill, you told them that this was a revenge kill. you wanted revenge on your fake friends that spread a rumor about you. they weren’t about to get away with it.

the boys were eager to watch this go down, so they came up with a plan. marko and paul would find your old friends at the boardwalk and use charm to win them over. once your friends had been won over by the blondes then they’ll take them to the bonfire for a “party”. and that’s where you’ll be waiting to strike.

you knew your “friends” wouldn’t say no to marko and paul. they were just dying to go on a date with one of them.

when you were waiting for the big arrival with david and dwayne you suddenly heard the sound of two motorcycles coming up to your location, and marko and paul whooping.

“remember, this is your first kill. it doesn’t have to be too gory. if you need help just tell us,” dwayne said.

“dwayne, enough.” david said and dwayne stopped talking. david walked up right behind you and whispered, “remember how much they hurt you. remember how much pain they put you through. make them pay for what they did to you. they deserve it.”

anger took over your body and you couldn’t even hear what david was saying anymore. all you could think of is how they just dropped you because they were jealous. now, it’s your turn to drop them from the face of the earth.

suddenly, your vampire face that you kept hidden so well was now out for the world to see, and you were ready for revenge. you could smell their blood in the air as they walked up to the bonfire seeing no party. before you knew it you were jumping the one that was closest to you and biting their skin as deep as you could. you could taste their blood in your mouth as you sucked the life out of them. it was a taste that you never wanted to leave your mouth, but you weren’t finished yet.

your other “friends” were now running for their lives, but you easily caught up to them. one by one you drained the blood out of each of their bodies while ripping their arms and legs to hear them scream. they were all left lifeless, skin white as the full moon, and completely torn apart. you were satisfied. it’s like you were born for this. you felt alive even though you clearly weren’t. with blood all over your face and body you turned back at the boys.

they all looked speechless. they expected you to ask for their help, or to even struggle a little bit. you did the exact opposite. you didn’t need their help at all.

paul was the first one to walk up to you. he picked you up from under the arms and spun you around. “damn lil sis! you’re a natural!”

“yeah!” marko chuckled. “who taught you that?” none of their first victims were killed liked you killed yours.

“how do you feel? any different?” dwayne asked.

“yeah.” you said wiping some blood on your clothes. “different. not sure how to explain it.”

“don’t worry. you’ll get used to it,” paul said patting you on the shoulder.

david walked up to you and put his hands on your bloody cheeks. he looked down directly in your eyes. “congratulations [name]. you’re officially full. you’re one of us.”

[a-force-dyad-in-space]

A continued rant of Breaking Dawn Part 2 - Part 1

Just so you know, I was SO CLOSE to finishing this post when Chrome fucking froze on me and I couldn’t get it going again and I couldn’t save what I’d worked on so far, so now I have to rewrite the entire thing from memory, love that for me.  😭😭😭😭😭😭 Tumblr didn’t want to save everything, though, so I had to split it up. Link to Part 2 is at the end.

Well, @diamondkissle and @edwardssparklyskin asked for it and it’s Christmas, so they shall receive. Happy Holidays, guys. I present to you my continued rant of Breaking Dawn Part 2. I will pick up where I left off in the last post, after Bella’s sparkle faint glimmer scene.

So, going straight into it, we got one of my bigger annoyances, and that is this right here:

Um, Carlisle, sweetie, what are you writing that down for?? You have?? Like?? Perfect Recall?? You’re probably gonna remember every single measurement by yourself for like?? Centuries?? Like Bella could ask you five hundred years from now what height Renesmee was at 4PM on Day 5 and you would be able to tell her??? From memory??? What is the notepad for??

Also the terrible CGI on those kids’ faces is just sad. I know they wanted all of them to look like the same child but they could have tried to find more kids who look similar to Mackenzie Foy instead of that obviously fake face replacement, since most of them only show up for literally only a second. Just yikes. I’m not adding screencaps of those here, you guys know what they look like.

One positive thing I will say is that I liked that they didn’t make Bella’s eyes go straight from red to gold, but instead used one or two hues in between until they arrived at gold, like this one during the snowflake-catching scene:

Then of course we have Irina snitching on the Cullens and Caius giving us his cringey but still iconic sarcastic “Hm?”, which just ... well, it is what it is.

And now. AND NOW. We’re going into one of my biggest annoyances of this movie, and I call it SCENES THAT WERE OBVIOUSLY SHOT IN DIRECT SUNLIGHT BUT FOR SOME FUCKING REASON NONE OF THE VAMPIRES SPARKLE. 

Part 1.

For this we are heading up into lovely Alaska where Edward, Bella and Jacob are taking Renesmee to the Denali coven to ask for their support. Now, when Edward steps out of the car, you see that lovely halo around his hair?

Am I the only one who sees this and sees DIRECT SUNLIGHT? Like, if this were overcast his hair would not light up that much on the edges, right???

KATE IS EVEN FUCKING SQUINTING BECAUSE THERE’S SO MUCH LIGHT, HOW IS THIS NOT DIRECT SUNLIGHT????

WHY IS

THERE NO

SPARKLING????????

WE WERE ROBBED. We deserved to 1. get a proper sparkle scene of Bella in the first place and 2. see some of the other vampires sparkle as well. Where is my Alice sparkle scene??? My Esme sparkle scene??? My Emmett sparkle scene???

But yeah, let’s move on, right? Straight into SCENES THAT WERE OBVIOUSLY SHOT IN DIRECT SUNLIGHT BUT FOR SOME FUCKING REASON NONE OF THE VAMPIRES SPARKLE. 

Part 2.

For this we’re heading over to sunny Cairo, where the sun may not be shining down directly on our characters, BUT my point still stands because of this:

You see that lovely light coming through the window? That’s direct sunlight, baby. And even coming through a window it should bounce off vamp skin at least a little bit and make it at the very least glimmer a bit, right?

And yet

Nada. Not even a faint glimmer. Fuck this.

Moving on, we got something that is not exactly a critique so much as an observation. So when we first meet Benjamin and when Benjamin first meets Renesmee, his eyes are very red, as expected. 

But then later, when he declares that he will fight with the Cullens, should it come to it, his eyes look at little more orange to me.

Do you guys think that’s because he’s growing thirsty and they’re darkening, or do you think (which definitely would be interesting) that he hunted animals at least some of the time while visiting (which would go against Amun’s principles) and that’s why the eye color is slightly different?

Next up, the Volturi’s a bit strange interaction with Toshiro.

This is where we see Alec’s power for the first time and while I get that they wanted to visualize it for the audience, I feel like they could have done it differently and still gotten the point across without resorting to literal black smoke. Not sure I’m really happy with it, the way it looks.

One funny thing, though, is the fact that Aro looks like he’s offering Toshiro to join their Victorian goth metal band, lol.

Then we have another strange choice they made with this movie, and that is the way Alistair looks at Bella. Like, here we have him seeing her for the first time, and being quite antagonistic and hostile and a lone wolf

Flash forward to when Bella succeeds with her shield projection for the first time and we have him looking at her like this

Is it just me or does this scream more than just plain being impressed by her abilities? I mean, even though no two shields are exactly the same, they’re not super rare or anything, so why would he look at her like that? It’s weird.

And then of course we have this awkward interaction between them after she returns from her meeting with J. Jenks.

I know part of it is him believing she’s not being genuine about the whole situation with Renesmee and their impending confrontation with the Volturi, but to see him take so much interest in her when he literally doesn’t give a shit about anyone but Carlisle (otherwise he wouldn’t have come in the first place), is really, really odd to me.

Speaking of Bella, another thing that bugs me. When she drops off Jacob and Renesmee at Charlie’s on her way to her meeting with J. Jenks, it’s apparently okay for her not to wear brown contacts, even though?? She’s supposed to be?? Stealthy with Charlie?? If I remember correctly (and correct me if I’m wrong), she always wore brown contacts around Charlie in the book (and she does again later in the movie, too, where Charlie is the only one who doesn’t know she’s a vampire specifically), but here apparently it’s okay even though they’re clearly visible???

But then, when she meets with J. Jenks, who has never seen her before, she puts contacts in??? Even though JJ has no fucking clue gold isn’t her normal eye color?? Even though the Cullens run around humans with golden eyes all the fucking time because no one knows their human eye colors???

MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.

And speaking of the J. Jenks bit. I know they couldn't spend too much time on it, so they decided to do it in one fell swoop, and that's fine, but I still wish we could have gotten the whole part of her finding his office and talking to the guy on the street and everything. Bummer.

Next up, ah, Christmas. How fitting for today. xD So, the Christmas scene is another one that frustrates me a bit. I mean the whole Bedward giving Charlie tickets to go fishing out of town bit and him being like "You guys wanna get rid of me or something?" is quite funny. But like??? Seth and Leah are here, too??? And all we see of them is the back of their heads???

We don't even get a glimpse of them from the front??? Not a tiny bit of awkward conversation between Leah and Bella? Not one clever quip by Seth about anything?? We were robbed, I'm telling you, ROBBED.

This is the end of Part 1. Here is Part 2.

[sanguine-inkwell]

You know, I really don’t like that people call it “the beast”. I understand why, but for one it feels like a cheap romance novel reference, and for two it implies this is something external, something other, something not me.

I try my very best to monitor my thoughts, from quieting the self-deprecating jokes to not letting my anxiety say I can’t do something. Just because a thing is hard doesn’t mean I can’t do it, and just because a thing is hard to swallow doesn’t mean it’s not true. I am not possessed by anything but myself. I’m hungry. I’m thirsty. I’m tired. I benefit from drinking blood, whether it’s a placebo effect or not, and I crave blood so badly that I have to be careful watching horror movies. It keeps me up, it creeps into all kinds of fantasies, it doesn’t go away no matter how much water I drink, no matter how many sandwiches I eat. I sit there, staring at dripping blood gifs at five o’ clock in the morning, and it’s me.

Do I feel like an animal? Sure, sometimes. Hunger isn’t exactly the most cerebral of needs. Lust, thirst, sleeplessness- base needs can make an animal out of anyone. But I’m responsible for how I act on that need. You, whoever you are, are responsible for how you act on your needs. Maybe other people like to call it “the beast” because it earns them some distance from something that seems... horrible? Alienating? Something like that. And I’m not saying everyone should stop, or something. But I read so many posts about people staring down strangers’ necks or being drunk and nearly deciding to stalk someone- I don’t want anyone to think they can blame that on something separate. That they won’t be responsible. We’re not immortal nightstalkers, we’re humans who can serve jail time. Just... have some class and decency, please?

Honestly, this is mostly a reaction to scrolling through the sanguinarian tag on tumblr, and I don’t know if it’ll do any good. Vamping out, twoofing, those are terms I know and like a lot more- yeah, even if the second is kind of silly. I’m probably going to have to make my peace with the idea that some people use this craving as an excuse to really hurt people, but hey. Maybe I can do my part and put some more education on safe consensual feeding out there, so we don’t have more kitchen knife accidents in the world.

[mellicose]

Mirror

A Peter Vincent (Fright Night) x Lucian (Underworld) Fic

Rating: Mature, for MMF erotica

Word Count: 4870

Summary: Lucian, Stella, and Peter have a some fun together after one of Peter’s gigs.

Note: This is absolute crack. Like, thirsty grown ass woman fandom crack p@rn. I’ve never written full-on m|m before in my nearly 15 years of writing high-brow erotica, so you’ll have to excuse me if it’s not 1000% accurate or perfect or blahblah, but I’ll be damned if it wasn’t delicious to write. If you like my other stuff, this will have the same flavor, except with 100% more pen!s.

Anyway, on with the show.

“You’re eager for another go, aren’t you?” Lucian said, sitting on one of the fancy leather sofas in Peter’s penthouse.

“Hush, pup,” she said, smiling as she poured herself another whiskey. “Anyway, it’s your fault. I’m only a mirror-”

“Watch your mouth,” he said, but his smile didn’t fade. She snapped her teeth at him, and winked. 

“Who cares if he hears? He doesn’t know,” she said, sitting at his feet and sipping the liquor.

“Maybe,” he said, running his heavily ringed fingers through her long hair. “Why you sitting down there?”

“I like it down here, with you. It’s a stellar view,” she said, nuzzling his knee. His leather-clad knee squeaked. She bit down playfully, but harder than she would ever dare with a human. He growled at her, and his hand became a fist in her hair.

“Watch yourself, witch. I’m no dog,” he said, his pupils grew until there was only a small ring of white. A tear rolled down her cheek from the pain, but she was smiling.

“No, you’re not,” she whispered. “That’s why I adore you.” Her eyes were going cloudy. She knelt and got between his legs, although his fist was still in her hair, pulling painfully. Her hands moved up his thighs and met at his groin. “Oop. What’s this?” She bit her lip.

His grip loosened, then fell away. “You humans are an odd lot,” he said. He traced the tear line down to her parted lips, and slid his finger inside. Again, she bit.

“You’re more vicious than some in my pack,” he said, and replaced his finger with the meaty bit of palm right underneath his thumb. She play-growled and bit down harder. He leaned forward, staring and feeling her arousal. Her tongue laved the red teeth marks on his flesh. “Craven,” he said softly.

“Me?“ she said, undoing the laces of his pants. She raked her fingers down the silky hair on his lower belly.

He leaned back, letting her touch him. “You don’t dare bite down.”

“I’ll draw blood,” she said, kissing up from between his nipples to his neck.

“You afraid of what might happen if you did?” he said. Her kisses stopped, but her mouth remained on his neck.

“I’ll become one of you,” she said into his skin. “Would you really want that?” She raised her head to look at him.

He laughed with his whole body and hugged her. “Bloody hell! You’d take over, and what would become of me?” he said. He kissed her all over her smiling face.

“Aren’t you two adorbs,” Peter said from the dark. He walked in, wearing a short robe that left little to the imagination.

“Uhuh,” she said, sitting on Lucian’s lap. She rested her head on his shoulder, and both of them watched as Peter crossed the room to pour himself a drink. They sighed in unison.

“So you-” he said as he slammed some god awful radioactive green concoction, “-you two are fuckbuddies?”

Her and Lucian looked at each other, and chuckled. “Whyever would you come to that conclusion?” she said as she licked her finger and played with Lucian’s exposed nipple.

“Alright, alright. I thought she was a new part of your envoy,” he said, shrugging as he took another shot. He scratched at his exposed chest, which was clean and devoid of sigils. Again, they stared.

“You’re not completely wrong,” Lucian said slowly, as his eyes moved down to where the sash barely held the robe together.

“Whatever,” Peter said. “I don’t think I’ll ever understand your weird immortal sex lives,” he said, running his fingers through his freshly washed short hair.

“I’m not immortal,” she chirped, but the men were watching each other intently.

“And yet you insist on consorting with us,” he said, running his hand up her thigh and underneath her skirt. She gasped softly and spread her legs. Now, Peter stared.

“With her, yeah,” Peter said without preamble, and came closer. “Where the devil did you find her? This afternoon was wild.” He smirked.

“It’s not your concern,” Lucian said. Her head lolled on his shoulder as his hand moved rhythmically underneath her miniskirt. Peter took a few steps closer. Lucian raised his face and sniffed. “Can you smell that, Peter?”

“What?” he said quietly as Lucian’s other hand moved underneath her tank top to squeeze her breast. He licked his lips, his eyes locked to Lucian’s.

“I know you consume vampire blood so your senses are somewhat heightened, but you can’t imagine what a human woman’s arousal smells like when you’re truly immortal,” Lucian said. He held up the hand that had been underneath her skirt, and his fingers shone in the low light. Clear strings of arousal dripped from between his fingers.

“Don’t stop,” she said, tugging at Lucian’s arm. 

Peter cursed softly and fell to his knees, his mouth watering.

“It’s better than drink, and more narcotic than drugs,” he said, and ran his slick fingers across Peter’s lips. Peter groaned and sucked her off his fingers, eyes half closed with lust. She caressed him, smiling dreamily. “But you know that,” Lucian said indulgently, pulling his now-clean middle finger out of Peter’s mouth.

“More,” Peter said, staring hungrily at her. Lucian whispered something in her ear, and she moved so she faced Peter. Lucian spread his thighs, and her legs opened wide. Her skirt rode up to her hips, exposing her swollen, smooth pussy.

“Fuck,” Peter said softly, caressing up her thighs. “You know me too well.” Just as he darted forward to taste, Lucian pushed him back hard enough to make him roll on the carpet. He hated when they flexed their muscle like that - especially in front of a woman. It was embarrassing.

“Not so fast, slave.”

“I’m not your slave,” Peter said sullenly, sitting up. His robe was twisted around his slim frame, and he was fully exposed. Unlike Lucian, he was clean shaven.

“Perhaps not to us, but to the bloodsuckers…” his eyes settled between Peter’s legs. He was still half-hard. “You can’t refuse a woman, can you?”

Peter stood up and shed his robe. Lucian’s lips twitched with mirth. The vampire blood did him well, and he wasn’t ashamed to show it. He eyed Peter’s hard belly, and the tempting curve of his ass. It did him very well. She stirred in his lap, her hands busy pulling his cock out of his pants.

Peter watched as she stroked Lucian’s cock to life - it was thick and throbbing out of a nest of black hair. 

“I’m always game for sexy fun, but I’m not …” he wriggled his finger at her stroking hand. Her legs were still parted enough to give him a choice view, and she was beginning to drip with anticipation.

“You’re not what?” Lucian said, pulling her shirt over her head. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, and he slowly traced circles on her areolas. 

“I don’t suck cock,” Peter said flatly.

That’s not what I heard Lucian thought, but he held his tongue. She giggled.

“Of course not,” Lucian said. “We’ll share her, as a sign of peace and friendship. Nothing more.” Again, she positioned herself with her legs wide open on his lap. Although he licked his lips again, this time Peter didn’t fall to his knees.

“Don’t you want it?” she said, running a finger up her slit.

“What do you want?” Peter said, looking at Lucian. “You obviously didn’t only come here for this.” He looked funny, nude and semi-aroused, yet with his arms crossed.

Lucian massaged her thighs, and her belly tightened with sensation. Her breasts jiggled as she reached behind her to caress him.

“As ever and always, a little bit of information,” he said. 

“I told her everything I know,” he said, pointing at Stella. He bent to pick up his robe, but Lucian growled low in his throat. The sound was distinctly non-human, and he dropped it and held up his hands.

“I mean it. She knows what I know,” Peter said. “We’re friends, right?”

“Friends,” Lucian said. He bit his lip, flashing a fang. “Sure.” His eyes moved over Peter’s body.

“I can’t tell whether you’re horny or hungry, man,” Peter said, speaking his thoughts aloud. Sweat beaded his brow. He was starting to feel lightheaded. More interestingly, he didn’t mind Lucian’s eyes on him. Was it narcissism, or lust? He was too foggy to tell. 

“Man,” Lucian repeated, chuckling. ”Perhaps pleasure will knock something loose in that vamp blood-addled brain of yours,” he said finally. “Come and have a taste of Stella.”

“Stella,” Peter said, smirking. “You okay with that, beautiful?”

“Touch me, Peter,” she said, beckoning to him. He knelt again, and buried his face between her legs. She was musky and sensitive and delicious, and his tongue moved haphazardly from her opening to her clit and back. Lucian slapped the top of his head. Peter grunted into her flesh. Lucian pulled him away by the hair.

“Fuck, what are you about?”

“Don’t you find Stella deeply desirable?” he said patiently.

“Yeah,” Peter said, a bit disoriented. The top of his head hurt from Lucian’s grip.

“Then do it properly,” he said. “This isn’t just about your base desires.”

“Alright. Just … let go.” It came out less aggressively than he wanted. Lucian nodded. His eyes followed as he bowed his head to lick again. This time, he gently spread her lips and licked her swollen clit, then circled it with the tip of his tongue. She shivered. He watched as Peter swirled his tongue on her overheated folds and sighed. What fragile beauties humans are. So given over. Unburdened with the curse of forever.

Lucian’s eyes followed Peter’s every move intently, and his cock swelled and pressed in the cleft of her ass and very near where Peter’s mouth worked. The tip of his cock nudged right underneath her opening, and she began to gyrate her hips to stimulate him. Peter thought it was solely for him, and he moaned and slid a finger inside her, then gasped and pulled away. His wrist was streaked with precum.

“Don’t stop,” she said, her hands in Peter’s hair. Lucian’s kohl-rimmed eyes were questioning. His cock twitched underneath her ass, preternaturally thick. The purple tip of it contrasted with her pink. It wasn’t an unpleasant sight. She shifted her hips, and the crown of it nudged between her lips, where her wetness and his saliva had made her slick. Again, he looked up at Lucian. His hand was on her belly, splayed. Offering.

“You want to watch,” Lucian said, amused. Stella tipped her face up to kiss the corner of Lucian’s mouth.

“Let him do as he pleases. I want you inside me,” she said. Lucian looked at her affectionately and licked the tip of her nose.

Peter’s cock strained against his belly. He stroked it and groaned at his own touch. He was already aching.

“Do it,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust. “Fuck her.”

“Crass,” Lucian said, then canted his hips to slide inside her. All three of them sighed together as the broad tip of his cock stretched her, and she began to ride him, legs spread wide for Peter’s gaze.

“Does it feel good?” Peter asked, leaning over to fondle her breasts.

“Better than heaven,” she said.

“Naughty girl,” Lucian whispered, and kissed her. Peter watched as their tongues darted in and out of their lips, and his own mouth watered. He looked down, where he was balls deep in her, unmoving.

“If you’re not gonna do any work …” he said, and kissed her flat belly, licking whorls closer and closer to her cunt, which smelled almost unbelievably enticing.

Lucian ran his fingers through Peter’s hair. He moaned and moved up to suck on her tits, thinking it was her hands touching him so tenderly. When he looked up and noticed it was Lucian, he jumped back, cheeks red.

“Hey …” he said, but softly. Stella began to ride Lucian’s cock again, and his hands moved to her breasts.

“This is a rare pleasure,” he said softly against her temple as he fucked figure eights into her. Peter watched, bemused. He had not been able to tell that it was Lucian’s touch, and not hers. And he liked it.

Stella extended her arms to Peter. “Kiss me. I want to feel your mouth on me,” she said breathlessly.

He looked at Lucian, questioning. Lucian nodded, and he fell on her, kissing her as passionately as Lucian did. Her mouth tasted vaguely of berries and blood, and instead of putting him off, it inflamed him. His cock rubbed up against the slick insides of her thighs, and she gasped.

“I want you, Peter,” she said into his kisses. She pulled him to her, fingers digging into his ass. “Give it to me.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist and thrust home … and his cock slid down her slit and bumped into Lucian’s as he pulled out. Again, he froze. Stella kissed his temple.

“It’s okay. Do it now. Please.”

He looked into her eyes and relented, groaning as he slid easily inside her. Even as pleasure made his hairs stand on end, he was aware of Lucian’s presence. Her delicious warmth, her softness was his doing. He’d aroused her, and stretched her open for his quick, deep thrusts. 

She writhed against Lucian, crying out. Lucian didn’t dare fuck her that hard. She knew there was good reason for his restraint - too much aggression, and even a Lycan as old as he was could turn. She loved him, but she missed a deep, hard dicking.

Peter felt her open up and gave her everything, face tilted up to the ceiling. He felt something in her. Something special. She was a witch - that was obvious - but she hadn’t clearly stated what kind. He sucked the sweaty flesh of her neck and ground into her. It didn’t matter. All pussy was good pussy to him. He felt … surrounded. Held up. Something pressed into his perineum, and at first he assumed it was her, fondling him, until he felt both of her hands on his hips.

He stopped mid-thrust and opened his eyes. Both Lucian and Stella were sweaty, eyelids heavy with pleasure.

“Why’d you stop?” Lucian said. He canted his hips, and Peter felt a pleasurable pressure against his perineum. It was his cock, sliding deliciously against him as he fucked Stella.

“Oh wow,” Peter said, withdrawing and moving back. “Shit. Fuck.”

“What is it, beautiful?” Stella said, reaching out to him. “Come back.”

“You were … on me,” Peter said, pointing to Lucian’s cock. It was glossy with their mixed juices. “Man.”

“You must stop calling me that,” Lucian said, lifting Stella from his lap and standing up.

“I’ve done a spitroast, but I don’t know …” his voice trailed to nothing as Lucian unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside. His body was stocky, and strong, and his chest was covered in downy black hair. He pulled down his leathers and kicked them off. Stella sat and watched them both, the corners of her mouth twitching. Would it be that easy?

Lucian pulled the leather thong from his long black hair, and it cascaded free over his muscular shoulder. Peter whimpered.

“You were saying?” he said, holding his hand out for Stella.

“I was-” Peter rubbed his chest pensively. “-nothing important.”

Lucian picked up Stella, to her delight. They looked so free, and open, and happy. He wanted to be part of it. She cleared her throat.

“So, you gonna take us to bed, handsome?” Stella said.

He led them to the bedroom, which had floor-to ceiling glass. Vegas glimmered in a thousand colors all around them as Lucian lay her on the bed.

“It looks like you,” he said as he lay beside her, on his side.

“Can people see us, if they really look?” Stella said, guiding Lucian’s hand between her legs.

“Nobody cares. Everyone’s fucking,” Peter said, crawling in beside them.

Lucian smiled. “We’re not.”

Peter held his breath, but Stella pushed him on his back and mounted him. His toes curled, and she bounced above him with a smile. She leaned down to kiss him.

“Gods, you’re a beautiful freak,” she whispered, and slid her tongue into his mouth.

A freak. He supposed he was. He wasn’t supposed to be alive, yet he was literally strengthened by the blood of his enemies.

Lucian got on his knees to kiss her, and they moaned in unison as he gently caressed her clit as she moved on top of him. Peter opened his eyes. Lucian’s cock was hard and wet, bouncing gently with Stella’s movements. He grabbed her waist, and it slid hotly against his forearm.

He blushed, for the first time in fifty years. Stella took Peter’s hand and guided it to Lucian’s cock. 

He squeezed for a moment - it throbbed, and it was so hot - Lucian stopped kissing her to look - he groaned as Peter’s fist moved toward the tip - Peter’s body tingled and his cock twitched inside Stella, who cooed with pleasure - 

He moved his hand away. It was slippery, and he squeezed it shut. It was still warm from Lucian’s flesh. 

Stella rolled off him and lay back, legs wide apart. “Come taste him, Lucian,” she said, and surprisingly, he obeyed, lying on his stomach and licking her wetness from her thighs, then her mound …

Peter stared, and stroked himself. Lucian looked so given over, so content to lap at her. He crawled closer, sniffing. Without stopping his licking, Lucian pulled him between her legs. Their bodies were pressed together, their legs tangled, Peter’s cock pressed against Lucian’s muscular hip.

Lucian looked in his eyes as his tongue circled her swollen clit. His tongue moved down to her opening and slid inside. She sighed and ran her fingers through Peter’s hair, coaxing him closer.

“I want to feel both your tongues,” she said, spreading wider.

Peter breathed sharply, then bowed his head. His cheek was pressed against Lucian’s bristly one as they darted their tongues in her folds. She moaned loudly as Lucian softly licked at her clit, and Peter muscled his tongue inside her.

“Fuck!” she cried out as Peter withdrew as slid two fingers inside her. Now both of them licked her clit. Peter’s heart was pounding. Lucian’s musky breath warmed his cheek as their tongues began to tangle against her. He felt a hand, slippery and strong, move up this thigh as he finally dared to respond to Lucian’s kiss. He closed his eyes and let him suck on his swollen lips-

Peter pulled away and looked at Lucian, whose blue eyes had gone deliciously dark. His hand was on his hip, caressing.

“I, uh … um …” he said, but Lucian pulled him on top of him with a grunt and kissed him. Peter was dizzy, but his cock was rock-hard and throbbing against Lucian’s hip. They were breathtaking, his kisses. Deep, and hungry. He was done pretending.

Peter raked his fingers in Lucian’s thick black hair, which smelled improbably of amber. It was exhilarating, kissing a man’s neck - bristled, thick - and finding it utterly enticing. His hypermasculine scent only made him desperate, and he kissed down to his chest and bit like he watched Stella do. Lucian groaned and caressed his shoulders. 

He didn’t dare look up, so he moved down to his belly, both soft and hard, and stopped when he felt Lucian’s hard cock pressed against his neck. It pulsed insistently as his own heart beat, and Peter realized he could smell him now. He wondered whether that’s what he smelled like to someone else, and whether they felt that same quick-growing hunger to taste the closer their mouths got to his cock.

His lips pressed right where Lucian’s hair started, but he was still. 

Stella licked his ear. “Let’s do it together, honey. I’m gasping for him,” she said, and gently nudged him aside for access. She grasped Lucian’s cock and gave it a long lick from base to tip with a broad tongue, staring into Peter’s eyes. She licked the tip, and a clear string of precum extended from her tongue to her lips, and she leaned over to kiss Peter, working the precum into his tongue. Peter groaned and hugged her close, and his hungry saliva wet both their chins. When he withdrew, he saw that Stella was slowly jerking Lucian’s cock. She stopped and slid her precumslick fingers in Peter’s mouth, then reached down to stroke him off.

“Isn’t it too good?” she whispered as she moved down Peter’s body. “You should try it.”

Lucian looked down on him, his eyes cloudy with desire.“I want to feel your pretty mouth on it,” he said. Peter swallowed hard, and tugged on Stella’s shoulders.

Stella wrapped her lips around his cock, and Peter shivered. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his cock as her hands caressed his balls.

Lucian reached down to stroke himself, and a clear bead of precum gathered at the head of his cock. Peter dared to caress up a muscular thigh. He had sucked cock before, but not out of desire - just necessity. He knew how to make it last long, or make him finish quick, but his heart had never, ever been in it. Stella moaned and sucked noisily at him, but the pleasure seemed far away compared to Lucian’s gaze as he gently pressed the tip of his cock against his parted lips.

“Please,” he said softly. Peter grabbed the base of his cock and slowly took him in his mouth. His musk set off a depth charge of lust deep in his belly, and sweat sheened his body as he sucked only the tip of his cock with soft lips, laving the tender frenulum with every bob of his head. Lucian cried out and spread his legs, and his heels dug into the mattress with pleasure. He felt himself gently led to Lucian’s balls.

“Don’t forget them,” Stella whispered hotly in his ear, and he obeyed happily, licking, then sucking one, then the other. It was utterly delicious to feel Lucian shiver above him as he worked his fist on his salivawet cock to keep it throbbing for what came next.

What came next?

Lucian seemed to read his mind, and he caressed him and pulled him up to kiss him. He shamelessly worked his musk deep into Lucian’s mouth with his tongue, and they rolled around the huge bed, clawing and caressing, as Peter dry humped Lucian’s belly, eager for release.

Lucian rolled on his belly and raised his ass off the bed.

“Come, beautiful. Finish in me.”

“You got lube?” Stella asked from somewhere close. 

“Bedside table. Drawer.” Peter said, and fell on Lucian, kissing and sucking on the pale flesh of his neck and shoulders. Lucian reached around to caress Peter’s slim thighs. The bottle of lube bounced against them and landed on the bed. Peter grabbed it and squeezed it liberally between Lucian’s cheeks as his other hand sought his cock underneath them.

“Don’t be gentle,” Lucian said, his voice hoarse with need.

“I rarely am,” Peter said, and he thrust inside him. They both shivered with the delicious squeeze, and for a few seconds, Peter was still, taking in Lucian’s tight heat. He felt him twitch around his length, and he sank his teeth into his neck and fucked him. Lucian parried each thrust with deep grunts. 

Lucian was delectable. He was the perfect mix of butch and giving, and Peter’s whole body thrummed with desire. It grew and grew, with Lucian’s kisses, and the feel of his muscular movements underneath him, guiding him deeper and deeper into that improbably silky heat. Peter’s fingers raked down Lucian’s hairy chest, and he gently squeezed his erect nipples as he licked the shell of his ear.

“Harder,” Lucian whispered, rolling his hips into Peter’s thrusts. Lucianis cock rubbed fruitlessly against the bed. He didn’t want to stroke himself, and take away from the sensations Peter was giving him. How long had he wanted to feel him, fully, on his own? How many mirrors had he sent to give him a paltry taste of what he craved so completely?

Stella was his lucky charm, he knew it from the start-

Peter whimpered, and his muscles tightened against him.

“Gonna come-” he said, thrusting slow and deep, his leg locked around Lucian’s.

“I want you to come,” Lucian said, raising his head to kiss him.

“Inside?” Peter said, not stopping. He gripped Lucian’s shoulders and rolled his hips into him.

“No. On my cock,” Lucian said. “When you’re ready-”

Peter grunted and withdrew. “Now!” 

Lucian turned around quickly, but the first lashing of come still streaked his hip. Lucian sat up quickly and stroked every last twitch from him, and as Peter’s hot come spurted on him, he became fully hard again. 

Peter’s spent cock was still half hard as Lucian rubbed his come over himself and began to stroke.

“Your cock almost made me come. I’m so close,” Lucian said, gently caressing his balls as he worked his fist over his shaft.

“Let me,” Peter said, taking over, but after a few strokes he fell on the bed and took him in his mouth again, sucking, licking, and sliding two fingers in Lucian’s lubeslippery asshole. He raised his knees high as Peter stroked his shaft expertly and sucked on the head of his cock, his tongue a velvety friction on his frenulum that made him leak precum into Peter’s moaning mouth. 

“Gimme the real thing,” Peter said softly, and massaged Lucian’s prostate as his mouth worked on his cock. He groaned into Lucian’s pulsing flesh. He really wanted it. He wanted to taste his come. It made his throat flutter with a chuckle. He really was game for anything after a few drinks.

Lucian’s breaths were quick, and his hands were on Peter’s face, caressing.

“Almost …” he whimpered. “There. Yes-”

His asshole fluttered, then squeezed around his thrusting fingers as his cock exploded in Peter’s mouth. Peter removed his fingers and sucked him fully in his mouth, bobbing his head on his throbbing shaft and letting his copious come dribble past his lips and into his nest of soft, black hair.

As the crown of Lucian’s cock pulsed against his tongue, he heard Stella’s sharp cries of pleasure from somewhere nearby. 

“Don’t stop!” she said, but he didn’t look to see what she might be doing to elicit such cries. Lucian’s semen was musky, but less salty that his own. It was liquid and plentiful - so plentiful that his pubic hair, and most of his lower belly was slick and sticky before he stopped his gentle lick and suck.

“Peter,” he said softly, and pulled him up for a slow, sticky kiss. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed until they couldn’t taste each other on their lips, and then for a while longer, until they heard the bathroom door open.

Stella.

Peter opened his eyes, and Lucian smiled broadly at him. His fangs were partially out, but his eyes were playful, and gentle.

“You’re way more delicious in person,” he said, stretching lazily, and sitting up. “Thank you for that.” He held out his hand for Stella when she came back from the bathroom. Even after cleaning up, she still smelled of sex.

“Did you come, pet?” he said, kissing her. She licked at his lips, chasing after him and Peter’s shared taste.

“Hard as you,” she said, and winked. Peter looked from her to Lucian and back, finally suspicious.

Mirror. Mirror.

Peter sat up slowly. “You. You,” he said, pointing at her, then at him. His eyes narrowed. He pinched Lucian, hard. He yipped and slapped him away. And she yowled. High magic. She felt what he felt, and saw what he saw. 

And vice versa.

“You asshole!” Peter said, but he wasn’t displeased. He’d done far worse in his years.

“You’ll forgive me for cheating. I didn’t know whether I’d ever convince you, so…” Lucian shrugged.

“Well, you did. I hope you had fun earlier,” Peter said, referring to him and Stella’s tryst the day before.

“It’s quite intense, being fucked as a woman,” Lucian said pensively. 

“Same, being fucked as a man,” Stella said. “Like the difference between a violin and a cello.”

“You a musician?” Peter asked, genuinely curious. He yawned.

“Was. Mostly hang around his lot nowadays,” she said, poking Lucian’s side. “It’s an adventure.” Lucian kissed her and put his hand over her mouth.

“It’s a treat through her, but I prefer the real deal far better,” Lucian said, looking at Peter.

“Glad you liked it,” Peter said, laying back with a satisfied sigh. “Gimme 20 minutes, and you can get it again.”

Stella giggled and rolled out of bed. “I think I’ll go find something to eat watch TV in the living room.” She walked out, then peeked back in. “Have fun, you two.” She winked and disappeared.

Post Note: If you’re curious about the references to Peter ingesting vampire blood, please see my other Peter Vincent story, Turning Back Time, for the full headcanon.  This tryst happened sometime before the events in the first story.

[67midnightwriter]

Bleeding Out

A/N: This is my Demon!Dean fic for @darkspnimagines challenge!

WC: 2667

Demon!Dean, Reader, Sam, Cas

Summary: Demon!Dean is very curious, and he needs Y/N to help him study.

Warnings: THIS IS A DARK FIC. Graphic descriptions, torture, gore, blood, intestines, death of character

Thirsty.

The thought slammed Y/N into consciousness, harshly ripping her from the oblivion of sleep. Her tongue was heavy and dry in her mouth, her head throbbing in time with the beat of her heart. Through closed lids she could tell the room was lit, albeit dimly. She pictured a mid morning sun streaming through ratty motel curtains rather than her blissfully dark bedroom in the bunker; living underground did have its perks.

With a protesting groan she realized her thirst wasn’t going to allow her to fall back asleep, thus forcing her to face the consequences of last night’s whiskey induced decisions. She moved to run her hand down her face but was stopped short, the chime of metal against metal jolting her eyes open.

Y/N tried to keep her panic at bay as her brain struggled to take in her surroundings. Both of her hands were chained to the bed, as were her feet. She was still wearing the plaid dress from the night before, and she was draped with a thin blanket. She was in a cinderblock room with no windows, the dim light was coming from a single fluorescent tube on the ceiling. The room seemed like something out of a Saw movie, and the realization dawned on her that she was in an abandoned surgery suite, chained to an operation table.

“Good morning sunshine.” His voice drew her attention to the wall by the foot of the bed. She couldn’t see him well, but she would know that deep timbre anywhere.

“Dean?” Her voice was raspy, and it wavered from disbelief.

“The one and only.” He stepped into the light so she could see him more clearly, a grin spreading across his face that didn’t quite reach his cold green eyes.

“But you’re-“

“Dead? Nah. It didn’t stick.”

“Help me, Dean.” She shook her wrist, rattling the chains against the bed. “I need to get out of here.”

“Why would I do that? I’m the one that put you there.”

“What? Why? Come on Dean let me go.”

“I don’t think so Sweetheart. You see, I need your help. Do you remember what Sam did to me while he was soulless?”

“Are you talking about when he turned you into a vampire?”

“Exactly! See, I knew I wasn’t the only one who remembered. I need you to help me further his research.” Dean leaned in forward, his grin deepening. He reached out, using his thumb to lift Y/N’s lip. “Stage one seems to be a success.” He pressed against her gums, causing razor sharp fangs to push through her gums, dragging a pained scream from her throat. Panic turned the blood in her veins to ice as she struggled to wrap her mind around the fact that she was now one of the monsters they hunted. “Now the fun part begins.” Dean turned and walked toward the door.

“Dean, that wasn’t Sam. He was soulless.”

Dean stopped, one hand on the handle, and let out a laugh that sent chills down Y/N’s spine. When he turned to look at her again, his green eyes had been replaced with onyx.

“Can’t say demon’s have much of a soul either.”

With a flick of the lightswitch he left, leaving Y/N alone in the dark.

Thirsty

It was impossible to keep track of passing time in the darkness. In her panicked state Y/N couldn’t tell if seconds were passing, or hours. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to calm herself, and she noticed that she could hear the scratch of rats in the walls as if they were running back and forth next to her head. As she focused on each of her other senses, she noted that they they too were enhanced. She could smell the mildew in the ceiling, see the outlines of the cinder blocks on the wall to her left, some twenty feet away. If she focused long enough, she could count them.

Her brain wondered what things would taste like. She was so thirsty it was becoming hard to focus on anything else. She had seen blood many times, felt it wash over her skin, blood of an enemy, blood of a friend. She had felt it on her hands, hot and thick. She daydreamed about it now, wondering if it tasted as metallic as it smelled.

She swallowed hard and jumped as Dean bust back through the door. He had changed clothes, and now he carried an old duffle bag over his shoulder. He let the bag fall to the floor next to the bed, and he sat down a chair that was out of Y/N’s line of sight.

“So, how was the first night?” Dean rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, the Mark a stark contrast against his skin.

“Your sense of hospitality sucks.”

“This ain’t no Super 8 Sweetheart.” Dean leaned down and she could hear the metal inside the bag clinking. “Here we go.” Dean held up a scalpel, testing it on the edge of his thumb before turning his attention back to her.

“What are you going to do?”

“I told you yesterday, we’re going to have some fun.”

Dean took the scalpel and ran it down the length of Y/N’s shirt, effectively cutting the buttons off. He pushed it open, revealing the soft expanse of her abdomen. He admired her skin as he always had, drinking in the milky expanse before him the same way a painter regards a blank canvas. He could sense her trembling, and it helped to ease the burn from the Mark on his arm. He bent down and pulled out a notebook and a pen, placing them on the bedside table before regarding Y/N once more.

“Now, I’m going to need you to tell me if this hurts.”

Dean pressed the cool silver against the skin on her chest, drawing the blade down and leaving a bright red line in its wake. A single drop of blood spilled out, rolling down the right side of her chest. Dean watched, mezmorized, as the wound began to heal itself. His eyes glazing over with curiosity, he began to mark her with abandon, forgetting or not caring that she could still feel everything.

Her throat was raw from screaming and impossibly dry by the time Dean was finished. He kept cutting until her skin had been a patchwork of ivory and red, the lines left by running blood criss-crossing the deeper tracks of the scalpel. He watched as they healed in order of depth and age, each one slower than the last.

The last cut to heal was the deepest, and Y/N could feel it seeping down her abdomen, drop after drop of blood, as if her very soul was weeping. Dean reached out a tentative hand, gently touching the edges of the wound as if he was a surgeon preparing it for stitches. Dean stood up, leaning over until his face was inches from her wound. She could feel his hot breath against her skin, and she closed her eyes against the overwhelming mix of sensations. She jumped as his tongue flicked out, hot and wet as he licked blood off of the cut.

Y/N’s resolve broke, and tears slipped out of the corner of her eyes as she whimpered. She could feel the wound slowly stitching itself back together, her skin struggling to repair itself with no nourishment in her system. The thirst grew with every cut, until the word began to pulsate in her mind as she tried to collect herself while she listened to the scratch of Dean’s pen against his notebook.

The sharp ring of his cellphone made her jump, and when she opened her eyes she saw that Dean’s were black again, and he had a bit of blood smeared on his chin. Her blood. She looked down to see that the cut had finally healed, but her body littered with drying blood trails and fresh white scars. Dean hung up the phone and his eyes trailed down her form once more, grinning at the sight before him. He dug around in the bag once more, before placing a small glass vile on the bedside table, just out of her reach.

“Is that?” Y/N’s voice cracked as she tried to talk, and the sentenced died out before she could fully process what she had been trying to say.

“Blood? Yep, from the same vamp that was generous enough to give me the donation in order to turn you. I thought we would just keep it in here until I’m ready to turn you back. Now if you don’t mind, it seems as though I’m needed elsewhere.”

“Dean wait!” Dean paused by the door and turned towards Y/N, impatience blanketing his features. “How did you do it? How did you turn me?”

“I just put it in your whiskey.” He shrugged and slipped out the door.

Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty

The only thought that Y/N could focus on was the impending need to drink. Her throat felt hot and dry, making even breathing painful. Her lips were chapped to the point of cracking, and her tongue felt as though it didn’t fit inside her mouth. She had counted the bricks in the wall 98 times, slept for an immeasurable amount of time, and began to count the tiles in the ceiling above her when Dean walked in again. He had changed his outfit again, so Y/N knew  at least one day had passed.

Dean worked hurriedly, pulling a syringe from his pocket and holding it up in the light, making sure the pre-measured amount was correct.

“Sorry, Sweetheart, no time for pleasantries today, I’m afraid I’m in a bit of a hurry, and this is a very important test.” Before Y/N could comment, the needle sunk beneath the skin on her neck, and she fell into a sleep she couldn’t fight.

Thirsty

The first thing that broke through her groggy state was the sound. It was wet, it was dripping, it was squirming. Y/N struggled to open her eyes as she searched for the source of the sound. The effects of the sedative were quickly forgotten as she realized what she was looking at. There, to her left, were her intestines carefully hung on a rack where they squirmed of their own accord. She froze, her mind unable to process what was happening as she was hit by the smell. It was heavy and coppery, assaulting her nose and making her mouth water. She watched as blood dripped down into a bucket on the floor.

She felt weak. Her head was spinning and the edges of her vision were black, but she couldn’t look away. She tried to lift her hand to reach for them, to touch them, but the chains were too heavy. Her skin was pale, and her hands were trembling. She could feel her heart struggling to beat as her body worked in overdrive to heal her, despite the fact that she still hadn’t eaten since she’d been turned. She turned to look at Dean, who was watching over her with his midnight eyes, his pencil scratching furiously over the notebook in his hand. She tried to speak again, but the black on the edges of her vision took over before she had the chance.

THIRSTY

The squeak woke her. Y/N lay completely still as she tried to figure out the rat’s location in the room. She heard it’s tiny feet crawling on the metal bedside table. Instinct took over. She was patient while the rat neared her, until it made the mistake of crawling over her hand. She immediately began to squeeze. The rat screamed. She squeezed harder. She could feel its heart beating in the palm of her hand. She squeezed more. She could hear the blood as it traveled through the rat’s veins. She squeezed until she felt its bones snap in her hand. She heard it’s last breath leave its lungs as she held its warm body in her hand.

The fangs poking through her gums brought tears to her eyes. She snarled, snapping her fangs in its direction, but she couldn’t get to her kill. She attempted to roll it up her shoulder, but it slid off the side of her arm and fell with a thud to the floor.

Y/N cried, her mental resolve broken. She let go, letting the primal part of her brain take over. There was only one thought left.

THIRSTY

Sam pulled up outside the abandoned hospital. Crowley had let him know where to find Y/N, and that she was more than likely a vampire. A knot of fear grew in his stomach as he and Cas climbed the stairs, searching room after room. She had been gone nearly two weeks. What were the odds that she could still be cured? That she would even still be alive? Touching his machete, Sam wasn’t sure which scenario he preferred.

They finally found her on the fifth floor, tucked away in an operating room. She was alive, but barely. Her skin was ashen, her cheeks sunken in and her abdomen was covered in dried blood, white scars, and a gash that was hastily stitched together. She snapped at them when they wandered close, a growl leaving her throat as she bared her fangs at them. Her eyes were wild, unfocused. Sam noticed the glass vial behind her, filled with blood.

“Cas, get the other ingredients ready.” Sam moved around her so he could grab the bottle, praying to Chuck that it was filled with her maker’s blood.

“Sam, I don’t think that turning her back would be such a good idea…” Castiel studied Y/N, but he knew that even though she hadn’t eaten anything, that was also an issue.

“What other options do we have Cas? I’m not going to leave her here and pretend we never found her.” Castiel laid his hand gently on his friend’s arm.

“Sometimes you have to let go of the things you love. Maybe it’s her time Sam.

“No. We’re going to save her, or die trying.”

Castiel sighed, but helped Sam prepare the potion. It took both of them, but they finally managed to get it in her mouth.

Y/N began to dry heave. She gagged on nothing, her throat closing in on itself. Her skin shrank back, as two weeks of no food quickly caught up with her. She screamed in agony between choking on air, her eyes slowly sinking into her skull. The color drained out of Sam’s face as he watched her deteriorate, and it became unmistakably clear that she was suffering.

With a heavy heart Sam turned to Cas, his eyes pleading for Cas to make it stop. Castiel nodded, knowing that Sam had made the decision. Cas reached out, pressing his hand against a forehead that he had kissed many times, saying goodbye to one of the few people who had always stood with the Winchesters, whether they were right or not, and Cas could respect that. He made it quick, finally bringing Y/N the peace she wanted.

Dean walked up  beside Cas, his head drowning in guilt as he watched the pyre burn. Tears stung his eyes as he replayed the memories, her screams haunted his days, her begging eyes haunted his nights. He did this to her. She was here, on this pyre, because of him, because of the Mark, because of his lack of soul. He wasn’t sure which was worse.

“Cas.” Dean reached out and grabbed the angel by the shoulder. “Please make me forget. I … I can’t …”

Cas searched Dean’s face, heartbroken over his friend’s pain. He might not have been able to help Sam save Y/N, but he could still help Dean. Wordlessly, he pressed two fingers against Dean’s forehead.

[loveisaviolence3]

🎰pls and ty

ship generator / accepting.

octavia blake / emmett. i honestly don’t know if anything would be more entertaining than this. these two would be so fun. my obnoxious fighty gryffindor kids. 

kate austen / emmett. i have a verse where kate’s a werewolf on the run from the police for a series of crimes, most notably the murder of her abusive father (basically her canon but with werewolves if you’ve seen lost), and... yeah. give me this. i feel like these two would have a lot of great banter as well. kate would be distrustful of emmett at first for big intimidating man reasons as well as.. being distrustful of everyone reasons.. but she’d grow to love him a lot. 

hope marshall mikaelson / emmett. i’m dying emmett being paired with fighty ladies is clearly A Theme Here FUck. this too would be OH SO GRAND. the Snark!

emily thorne / emmett. i don’t... know how this would work. i think emmett would want emily to... chill a bit, perhaps, and emily.. does not chill. that said, emily too would be extra enough to target bears as a vampire for entirely petty reasons. 

sansa stark / emmett. this heavily depends on where in sansa’s canon we’re at. preteen!sansa would think emmett was oh so dreamy. older!sansa would be... very very wary of him because of her trauma (now i really really want sansa and rosalie, fuck.) in summary, let emmett be the silly fun big brother sansa deserves. 

and.....let me do your multi too because.....i can?? :/

sarah manning / marcel gerard. honestly i could generate literally anyone with marcel and i would instantly think it was a Good Idea. i am that thirsty for marcel. he is.. so much. and this.. could be... so much. i don’t currently have a tvd/to verse for sarah but now i am Thinking about it and I AM INTO IT. vampire!sarah would be such a wild ride. i don’t know how they’d get along - i think they’d be super super compelling as enemies but also i just want sarah to party with him? i’m conflict? could also see sarah as a prideful werewolf that hates vamps. i don’t know. i’ll have to put more Thought into this but wow what a concept. 

clarke griffin / landon kirby. this could be so cute!!!!! clarke thinks landon is so cute and soft!!!! very into this dynamic 

lady kenna / stefan salvatore. i imagine kenna would have a very caroline-ish take on stefan. she wants him to lighten up!!!!! smile stefan someone could be falling in love with your smile!!!! and of course she’d think he was dreamy as well. 

nate archibald / mona vanderwaal. oh. my god. i don’t know what’s happening but i love it. mona and everyone honestly 

clary fray / chase stein. their dads are The Worst and I Love Them let’s roll 

[diaamantes]

Lime & the Coconut [November 29, 2018]

COMPLETE

Juno makes her way to the address Jade had provided, still feeling a bit hung over from the electric orgy night before, before she knocks on the door, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

Jade lets out a deep breath, as she moves to air her underarms out, flapping around like an idiot as she allows the blender to run, running a hand through her hair, as she moves to put her shirt on upon hearing the knock on the door. As she moves out of her bedroom, she gives a command to Alexa to play Coconut, as she slides the frozen drinks into two glasses, sticking a funky neon umbrella in both, taking hold of one as she moves to finally open the door, her palms sweating and her heartbeat kicking into overdrive as she does so, "Hey." She greets the other woman, offering the drink. "Thirsty thursday, right?" She offers, locking the door behind her as she allows Juno entrance into the empty aparment, set by a few misc low candles.

Juno takes in Jade as she hears the door opening, and as she hears the familiar beat of the song and sees the drink, a twitch moves to her lips, in spite of the nervous sensation in the pit of her stomach that she wouldn't even admit to herself she was feeling. "Hey," she replies back, before putting a smile on her lips as she gives the scout salute, firing a finger gun in response. "Can't forget Thirsty Thursday, pardner," she replies, moving to take a drink of the margarita as she moves into the new apartment, the one that Jade had gone to when she left her, a curiosity moving through her as she takes it in, especially the dim light of the candles. "This...is one bomb ass margarita," Juno offers, when she feels things had gone silent for too long while taking a look around the place. "You have not been slacking on your blending skills, my dude."

A soft laugh escapes Jade as she takes in Juno's words and the smile on her lips, moving her arms open. "Welcome, to the bat cave.." She announces, attempting to keep the mood light in light of the circumstances, moving her arm around herself as she turns to move and grab her drink, taking a welcome, deep drink from it. "Runs in the blood, what can I say?" She throws back, giving her a quick wink, as she takes another drink, sliding onto the couch, folding her legs under one another. "Hungry?" She questions offhandledly, looking at her phone, "Doug should be here in less than ten?" She reads from her notification, her gaze panning back to Juno. "I'm....really sorry...for everything. Being a...coward, Godzilla, wishy washy, jealous, mc mega Casper, Jon Snow, super bitch."

"Damn, got your own secret lair now? Moving up in the world, my dude," Juno says, a grin moving across her lips as she gives Jade a thumbs up, before taking another drink as she moves onto the couch. "And all I got in my blood was a love of cats and pop culture referenced. Can we trade?" Juno teases lightly back, before clapping her hands together. "My dude, Dougie Fresh, coming throughhh! I'm starving!" She says, not having been able to eat before coming over, before she hears the shift in tone, looking back at Jade. "I'm sorry, too, for...not reaching out more, not trying harder, not...showing you how the fuck much you mean to me," Juno replies, looking down at her margarita in the brief pause, before looking back up at Jade for the final words.

"Think we're stuck, unless you joined up with the team Vamps, while I wasn't looking?" She ponders aloud, before moving into her long overdue piece, focusing on Juno as she intently takes in her response in kind, leaning in to press her warm lips against Juno's taking in the sweet flavors as she moves to deepen the liplock, moving herself closer into the other woman, a flood of sensations swirling over her, "Will...you...stay?" She softly asks, in between a few shorter kisses, wanting her with her, more than ever in the moment.

"Nahhh, was always more of a third option back in the day being Team Dude Who Almost Hit Bella With His Car," Juno ponders back, an amused smile moving to her lips as she thinks back on that old ass Twilight craze from middle school that she never really got, before she feels the soft sensation of Jade's lips on hers, allowing herself to move into the moment, nodding her head as she hears the question. "I'll stay," she affirms, before moving back into the deep kiss, wanting to remain close to Jade, feeling a swirl of sensations within herself.

A gentle smile crosses onto Jade's lips as she feels a happiness bubble up within her at Juno's affirmation, "Good. Already tipped Dougie and everything, after all." She quips back, a soft barely audible moan escaping her lips as she's drawn into another long awaited kiss, sliding herself into Juno's lap, as she allows herself to indulge in the moment with her.

"Can't disappoint Dougie Fresh," Juno remarks back with a smile, before she moves into the kiss once Jade is in her lap, fully indulging in the moment, Dougie Fresh slowly slipping from her mind as she and Jade continue on.

"Capital crime, that is." Jade reprimands softly back, in between kisses, moving to deepen the kiss as she becomes immersed into it, slowly separating the thin boundaries left between them, wanting a true reunion, to feel her, taste her, be with Juno again, fully, without thinking on what happened next. A few hours, pina coladas, margaritas, and burger wrappers later, Jade lies sprawled on her bed, her limbs intertwined with Juno's. "I...really missed this."  She breathes softly, her fingers lightly combing her hair from Juno's face, as she intently focuses on her features. "...Us." She finishes, a softness moving through her tone, before a strike of hot fear moves through her at the admission, that it was no longer a valid descriptor any longer. "I mean...I..."

As she lies with Jade in her bed, their limbs intertwined, she moves to lightly trace her fingers through Jade's hair, pulling her into another soft kiss, before she pulls back, looking at her. "Us," Juno affirms, looking at Jade seriously. "I'm not going anywhere, Jade...if you'll have me," she says, her tone softening and trailing off, afraid that Jade might not want her back in her life, might not be willing to have her as things were and with how she had changed since they were last together.

A twitch of a smile moves onto Jade's lips as she hears the reaffirmation, moving her hand along Juno's face as she moves gratefully into the kiss, savoring the moment, until another thought scratches at her head. "Just...us?" She probes further, in spite of herself, a tightness taking hold of the pit of her stomach as she awaits the response.

"Is this what you want?" Juno asks softly, feeling like she needed to know how important that was to Jade before she could give her answer.

Jade stops to consider Juno's question in turn, thinking over to how being in that house with everyone had been for her, prior, how much it had taken out of her, to see her like that, to feel so disconnected from her, just one in a million, an outsider. "Yeah." She softly breathes back, releasing another breath as she does so, "I...I can't do that other shit...be that person." Jade continues on, breaking their gaze as an unsettled feeling creeps within her, attempting to drown out the familiar voice nagging at her in the back of her mind. "Do...you still...want to try? To be...an...us?" She asks, grinding her back teeth, for a few tense moments, as she holds her breath, moving to capture Juno's gaze again.

"Like, you can't do open or poly, generally, or at all?" Juno asks, keeping a softness to her tone, genuinely wanting to sort out exactly what Jade wanted, expected, as she looks at her, hoping she didn't confuse her with her question. "I...want to know exactly what you're okay with, because...I do want to try, to be an us again, more than anything, and...I want to be sure I'm doing right by you this time around."

"Just...you know, normal shit?" Jade offers back, not really getting the shit she had been doing before, wanting this try to be something different. "Some...thing serious, real, with just you and I, this time, around?" She answers, "I wanna...try that, with you, just you."

"Like...what we had before, but more real, less...getting caught up in your mom's shit and less being separated by college shit," Juno offers, considering everything that entailed, not quite sure if she was ready to step back from everything she had been enjoying doing, but also certain if she would for anyone in this world...it was Jade. "I still want to stay friends with all my dudes,  they're like my family, and Noor? She's pretty chill, too, but...if you want to try things just us, something more serious...I want to do this, with you, for you, to...make it different from last time," Juno affirms as she looks at Jade, waiting for her reply.

A furrow shadows over Jade's brow as she feels an internal strike at the mention of her mother, "Yeah, you and I, nobody else's bullshit, this time." Jade answers back, moving to lightly brush her lips against Juno's lips, a swirl moving through her as she pulls back. "Who's Noor?" She questions back, studying Juno.

Juno feels Jade pull back as she looks at her, taking in the question. "Girl I met online, was doing this cas, open girlfriend thing with, kind of part of the same sitch with the UPenn Squad and even overlapping sometimes, she's pretty chill," Juno offers, before looking at Jade. "But if you want it to be just us, I don't care if I have to end that whole part of everything," Juno says seriously.

"Your...girlfriend?" Jade echoes back, a tightness moving over her features, at the word, Juno's words moving in and out of her ears, before she hears Juno's next words. "Can you? ...Do that, really?"

"Yeah, but like, it was really an open and casual thing, and pretty sure she'll be chill with going back to being bros?" Juno offers, before looking at Jade seriously, feeling the weight of the realization within her that she had come to as she thought through everything. "And...even if it wasn't something casual...no matter what something was, if it meant I'd have a chance at having you back...I'd do whatever I had to in order to do right by you, Jade, because I love you, so much," she says softly, stroking her hands through Jade's hair.

"Me too." Jade breathes softly back, an honesty swirling within her gentle tone, her lips twitching into a warm smile, as she takes in Juno's words, the strong resonation rippling within her. "Vždy ste domov pre mňa. Vďaka ... že ma nechal vrátiť." She says, gently, meeting Juno's lips once again. "Ľúbim ťa." Jade affirms warmly, cupping Juno's face lightly in her hands. "Hella."

"You are always home for me, too, and I am always here fore you, Jade, to welcome you back," Juno promises softly in Slovak, melting into the kiss. "Ľúbim ťa," Juno affirms in return, seriously, before moving to give her a light, playful wink. "More hella, my dude," she affirms, before pulling Jade into a deep, all encompassing kiss.

"I doubt it." Jade counters back, "My calculations never fail me, I'm 78937728268.9872737 hellas ahead of you." She formulates, in her best nerdy monotone, pushing her glasses upwards with her finger, a twitch of a smile moving onto her lips as she moves into the kiss, allowing the overwhelming swell of sensations to flood her completely, as she descends into the long awaited surreal moment with Juno.

"Tough luck, Lassie, you're neverrrrr getting that hella crown from me," she replies, shooting some finger guns at Jade, before moving into the incredible moment with Jade, fully and completely.

[coolpencilpie]

Everything was silent. - Say Something (#2)

Summary: You made your decision and practice with your guardian angel but what awaits you on your first actual hunt, might have been more wasting than you pictured.

Pairing: Castiel x reader (x Sam & Dean)

Word Count: 1,9k

Warnings: bit fluff, lots of violence in the end

A/N: Second part is up! Again, a comment and feedback would make me really happy. 

MASTERLIST

After a restless night, you of course decided to not deny your psychic part, even if it would shift your whole life upside down. So, what did the angel say? Pray? And so, you prayed, not quite sure how to do it. Dear Castiel. You told me, I should pray to you, if I’m ready…and well, here I am, I guess, ready for this, whatever this is. And you waited. For an answer, a sign, anything.

This was ridiculous. I knew it. An easy gust and suddenly Castiel stood in front of you. “You got to teach me that!” You said and chuckled.

“I suppose, teleporting is slightly out of your league, my apologies.” Always the polite one, the angel.

“That’s just unfortunate”, you said as serious as you could, trying to make him laugh a bit. But the angel just tilted his head in confusion. “I don’t understand your sarcastic statement.” Ok, so much for a funny atmosphere in the boot camp.

And here you were, standing in one room with an angel. It was such an awkward silence. But he must have known it, too, as he started shifting his look to the side and back to you.

“I suggest, we use a more objective ambience for our causes”, he started the conversation again. At first your eyes widened hearing the last sentence. This might be the most sexual thing he’s ever said. “Sure.”

Only a wink later, you stood in an old factory. Everything is grey, like literally everything, starting with the walls, the floor, even the fixture or what was left of it.

“Here we can become acquainted with your capabilities. Are you ready, Y/N?” He seemed so motivated. His contained grin made you smile, you nodded. A light feeling reached your gut, a bit tingling.

“Alright, I may be not psychic but the basics are more alike than you might imagine. The most important thing is concentration. If you are not completely aware of what you want to do, it won’t work. And one thing in addition: try not to channel your anger or rage into power. Hatred is not permanent. Alright, shall we begin? Calm yourself. You see that screwdriver over there? You are going to…” “…move it by concentrating and really wanting it to hover”, you finished. It was like you could hear him saying it, before he actually did.

“I don’t like that.”

“I know.”

You laughed a bit causing Castiel to slightly grin. But you did as you’re told and shifted your gaze to the silver screwdriver laying on a tool kit. You tried to focus. Nothing happened. Frustration filled you up, tensing your body. Slowly the metal tool rose, the movement a little shaky. You began to grin like you just did the best thing in the world. You turned around to see the angel’s reaction, something you shouldn’t have done. The screwdriver speeded incredibly up, stopping right in Castiel’s shoulder. Your grin vanished from your face. Did you just stab your mentor? “By all the stars, are you ok? What shall I do? Call an ambulance? Do angels go into a hospital? Oh my God, I am so sorry!” Panic was all over your face.

Castiel made a quiet moan which sounded more like annoyance than pain. He pulled the bloody metal out of his flesh with his bare hands, a scene you wouldn’t forget in the next time. “It’s ok. I am used to a lot worse. And that little thing won’t hurt me so fast. But remember, what I told you about concentrating? I think, you failed that.” He smiled, still holding the screwdriver with his blood on it in his hand. You let out an afflicted laugh.

“In your defense, if I were in your place, it would indeed affect my judgement, working with you.”, he said, gentleness as always in his dark voice.

“Is that a compliment?” You asked, not sure how to react. Did the angel just flirt with you?

He just smiled without answering your question, a little proudness in his deep blue eyes.

The whole day and the following weeks you practiced with Castiel, by now Cas. It was unexpectedly more amusing than you thought in the beginning. You still worked in the chancellery, even it was only half the time than before.

Eventually it came to your first hunt. Dean was quite the suspicious at first, as he suspected something with demon blood again. Sam had more trust in you, he said, he knew how you would behave if it would have been demon blood and that wasn’t the case. Besides Cas made it to his personal responsibility to keep you safe and protect you from evil. Making the world a little bit better by hunting monsters and saving humanity felt good to you.

Still, there was this one hole in your body, you can’t fill. How come, you suddenly had these powers? You now knew that Sam drank demon blood, which you didn’t consider at all. You didn’t make a deal or something. It kept you busy thinking about this topic, you just couldn’t leave it. You didn’t believe that this magical contact with Cas generated such things. But that wasn’t important now.

The only thing that mattered here and now was the hunt, you were about to join. And you were prepared. It felt like you waited your entire life for this, like it was some kind of verification.

“Ok, we’re here. The vamps are in there, should be an easy shot”, Dean said from the driver’s seat, turning around to look at you. He nodded to Sam and they both stepped out of the Impala. It felt strange to be alone with them, no guardian angel watching over you, helping you in case you need it. Just you and the Winchesters. As you stepped out of the car, the air was cold which even increased your nervousness. Just calm down. As Dean said, easy shot. Your knees felt weak but you still tried to look as confident as you possibly could. The three of you approached the former butchery. What a lovely place. The smell of decomposed flesh hit you, causing you to feel a bit lightheaded. “It will get far worse”, Dean said. Thank you so much for your input.

“And, Y/N…”, he stopped walking and turned to you, his dark gaze on you, “don’t take risks. If you get a chance to kill, great. If not, better. Don’t show off, don’t be stupid.”

“Thanks for the motivation. I can do this.”

The older Winchester was still not convinced by your capability, which frustrated you. But that feeling was not stronger than the adrenaline in your blood. You’re ready to do, whatever it might take.

As you tried not to make too much noise and move as carefully as possible, Dean and Sam seemed to make no attempts to be quiet. “Y/N, they are vampires. They already smelled you before we arrived here”, Sam said, chuckling about your behaviour. Great, nothing’s really happened and you’re already a joke. You cleared your throat, slightly embarrassed.

You all walked through the wet grass in the backyard, making your way to the back entrance and preparing your minds for the fight. As Dean told you, the sickening smell intensifies, while you came closer. You glanced to your sides, Dean and Sam seemed to be completely into battle-mode, impressive and terrifying at the same time.

You reached the grubby metal door. Slowly you realised the severity of the current situation. Without a second try, Dean busted the door open and walked in, Sam gave you a nod, so you followed his older brother, Sam behind you. Inside it was dark, like really dark. Only some dim moon-light beams made their way through the broken windows, landing on the blood-hued floor. You could feel how your mind was fading, how it was leaving your body behind with its reflexes. You walked through the wide room. At least, it seemed wide, you could barely see Dean in front of you.

A strident scream. All of you turned around, just to see a young, brunette woman, bloodstained, pale, with giant fangs. She was skinny, looked almost starving and therefore ready to kill for her urge to feed. Sam was the closest. Without thinking twice, he made a quick move into her direction, holding his machete tightly. The woman’s head fell and so did her body.

You couldn’t even process what happened. In the next seconds several other vampires reached out to you, jumping down, running out of dark corners. Everything’s spinning around you. Like time stopped, you looked around, helpless, overwhelmed by the sight of the moment.

The brothers, fighting for their lives, slaughtering those creatures like they were just parasitic plants which needed to be exterminated. That was the moment, such an important moment, which would still haunt you so long after this night. You turned around. One of these monsters was standing right in front of you. A young man with blond hair and in rags. His thirsty eyes were staring right into yours. You were not able to move a muscle, too heavy the fear in your bones. You knew, he was about to rip you apart, just to drink you up like a beverage. Panic-stricken you move backwards. Your mind was blank, your heart beating so fast.

You stopped as you felt the wall at your back, no escape, you were dead. Tears were crawling up and out of your eyes, even if you wanted no one to see them. Your fate was decided, you were going to die here, in an old butchery, murdered by a vampire, without even the attempt to fight it. You closed your eyes, hoping it would not be too painful being sucked out.

But nothing happened.

You still heard Sam and Dean groaning, fighting, decapitating. You opened your eyes slowly. The vampire was still there, the murderous lust still on his face. But he couldn’t move. Like he was stuck in an invisible force field. This was your chance, your only chance. You searched around, your mind was rebooting, able to think again. To your left, you saw broken glass on the ground. You chose one bigger piece and focused on it. The adrenaline made you strong. With enormous speed it flew right into the throat of your enemy in front of you, just with the right angle. He fell down, his head next to him. You breathed heavily. As you saw the corpse beneath your feet, you just realised what happened. You were a killer now. But there was no time to think about that. You were in an intoxication.

You pictured the glass pieces in your head, shut your eyes, you needed to feel it. And they rose, at first steady, calmly, still finding the balance. But you felt the control, you felt like the powerful thread puller and these were your marionettes. You could kill everyone in the room with just one thought. One simple idea would have been enough. Your pulse rose, the beat of your heart getting faster with every breath.

And as you listened to the snarling beasts, you blast your eyes open. The pieces of glass behind you. Purposeful they darted into one vampire after the other, all of them sinking to the ground, losing a lot of blood. The Winchesters finished the ones off, who got only hit by a small piece. Though, the majority was beheaded in a few moments.

It was over. It was literally over for you. You sank down. The power, you used, extracted every bit of energy in your body. Your vision went black, while you saw Sam running to you. He was shouting but you couldn’t hear a word, everything was silent. Everything.

Read Part #3 here

[a-decoy-soul]

Monster You Made Me (H2ONogla) - Headquarters

October 10th

It's been 3 months since my mother's death and since the day I joined the Vampire Hunters in America.

The headquarters is amazing and the people here are like one big family. A bit too much like a family, the fights, the rivalry, even the dinners make you feel like you're not surrounded by people trained to kill viscous blood thirsty monsters.

Believe it or not I've made a few friends with the leaders here. They said something about the look in my eyes during training and how though I was struggling in hand to hand combat I was an expert in accuracy. I guess each hunter here has something different that motivates them and the talents they possess.

Our head of research, well I don't know his name he just said to call him Swag Dracula. Apparently he's obsessed with vampires and vampire behaviors, enough that he dresses up like Dracula... fangs included. He says that maybe his subjects will give him more information if he takes a comical approach instead of a threatening one. Whatever he does though, it works, he's gotten information out of even the stingiest of vampires.

Our best hunter, Luke Patterson, he had a pretty bad past with vampires. His girlfriend was ripped to shreds right in front of him as two other vamps held him back. His girlfriend's younger brother, watched it happen and did nothing to stop it though he wasn't pinned, he was 25 so he was perfectly capable of helping. Then seconds later the brother was attacked and almost killed and changed into a vampire. His girlfriend's brother was actually his best friend. Luke's trying everything to get revenge on him for doing nothing and he's obsessed on his death. Through all of this he's ruthless and brutal when it comes to fighting, he prefers to let them suffer and die slowly or in extremely painful ways. Not once have I heard of a vampire that survived an encounter with him...other then his girlfriend's brother.

Our leader is the hardest to read. Evan Fong. No one knows why he's here. He's cold and numb, everynow and then we see him smile or laugh but it always returns to a small frown. We all wonder what happened to him, whatever it was it must've been bad because he's even cold in his fighting. He'll never look them in the eyes and he'll always look away before he gave the final blow. You can't help but to think, what made him like this? What could be so bad as to make a human completely numb to the world?

With all of their quirks and issues, everyone here made a contribution unique to all the rest. It was like some sort of wolf pack, everyone had a job and if one person couldn't do their job right, the team would fail. I guess even with our differences we're compatible and necessary in order to make this world safer.

But we all have secrets.

Secrets that could put our lives and each other's lives at risk.

No one will ever tell.

Hopefully, it stays that way.

For some things should never be spoken.