#unnamed vampire au

[brick-a-doodle-do]

vamp au 🧛

timed myself, it took about 16 seconds to come up with this! ty to @beckyu for giving me that list of vampire things :D<3

OKAY sooo

sbi ofc </3 (t!tommy cause we can never have too much tommy :'D aandd g!wil, tech & phil)

i'm not going to make this too long, because i really just want to give out my initial thoughts before i get too deep into worldbuilding,,, i think i'll do it like an ask game kind of--- idk you'll see :D

basic premise: tommy is a borrower who has to move out of the place he's living because the human there is moving. he finds an apartment that just so happens to house a trio--or coven, of vampires. it doesn't take long for the three of them to notice tommy, thanks to their stupidly enhanced senses. that's where the dynamic begins.

first thoughts from list (kind of in order of storyline, more under cut) :

transformations into bats: wilbur. before they reach out to tommy after they discover him, wilbur shifts into a bat and visits tommy regularly, but only when a. emduo is asleep or b. when emduo is away, this is because he knows he shouldn't be doing this.

territories: after the three of them (emduo specifically) discover tommy's existence, they become very cold and sometimes just try and make things harder for the borrower to try and drive him away. it almost worked, had it not been for the bat that stopped by :)

undead and immortal: when tommy realizes that they're onto him, he tries to do things that may like...distract the humans so he can do things without feeling like he's being watched. this ends in him realizing that most of the time, they don't feel shit--all the stuff he throws directly at them just bounces off of them harmlessly. also tommy overhears a conversation about them being able to live forever in past banter between twinsduo

red eyes: techno <3 actually everyone but techno's are much brighter, he's older than the other two,,

instincts to protect: starts with wilbur, branches to techno unwillingly & it goes to phil after he finds himself accidentally trying to care for the borrower.

sires: this doesn't really have any significance, other than phil occasionally calls himself tommy's sire,, just in like a fatherly way <''3

no heartbeats: no significance to the story atm!

blood banks: tommy, after he's a bit more comfortable, offers to sneak into blood banks and steal bags of blood for the trio.

asks about this au would be pretty cool! i want to take it further and i'm having story ideas already,,,,, :D

ty anon for the idea 💞

[creative-clawmarks]

There should be more jaylex kissing... but like platonicallt ofc like yk just a bros haha cause their bros just really good pals right? Yeah

"Jay, I've literally had my fangs in your neck. I shotgunned blood into your mouth. We've done everything short of straight up gay sex. We are so far past that point."

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KO-FI

[miscellaneoussmp]

My (still) unnamed vampire and ghost spiderbit au thread fic edition <3

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Cell is stuck. It's not the first time in his life he's been stuck, but it's probably the worst. Trapped in a cave on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere. He had an easy escape. Keyword: had. In his rage of being tricked and a stupid attempt at freeing himself, that escape no longer exists. Cell does not regret much in his life. His list of regrets is very small. Selling his mortal soul at the mere age of fourteen is isn't on that list. Ruining his one chance at escape is. He'll die of starvation or thirst. It's kinda funny.

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Cell sees an angel. The angel bends down and tells him that it's going to hurt. The teeth in his neck do hurt, the angel wasn't wrong. Cell has his out.

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Cellbit has never felt more hungry in his life. A lie. Cellbit's list of regrets is long, and sticking his fangs into a poor human's neck will be on it in the morning.

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Cellbit has had smarter ideas, but stowing away on a cargo ship isn't the worst idea he's had. A small child is holding Felps' hand. Cellbit knows he is not good with kids, but this one will be different. This trip doesn't end up on Cellbit's long list of regrets.

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[avlillustrations]

Here's Johnny 13 and Kitty for the unnamed fantasy au. They're minor characters for this au, but I thought it'd be interesting if Kitty was the vampire who turned Vlad.

I have no idea what creature Johnny is... half goblin maybe? And his shadow is just a black dog.

[more-than-tender-curiosity]

YOU ALSO HAVE A VAMPIRE GATSBY AU??? dhbdjdd whats goin on in yours? you tagged my post saying it way different so if you dont mind sharin, im curious!

oh man so it's literally. nth in line. in terms of my to-be-written queue. but! basically it would take place in a version of the world where vampires and humans coexist, but vampires are largely kept hush-hush due to the massive clans of hunters around (significant of 'old money'). jay is a recently turned vampire, as in wolfshiem turned him in 1919. I've talked about it before somewhere but jay being a vampire...the concept of being permanently stuck...is just so him. and it lends well to the concept of these parties being the only way he can get daisy to come to him. it's not like he can go out during the day, right? and these parties provide a constant stream of people to feed off of, but of course, as in the book, he's very generous with those he feeds from��they don't remember it, of course, but when someone says "I tore my dress last time I was here and he sent me a new one worth 200 dollars to replace it"...even if she doesn't remember it, WE know he took a lil sip and was paying her back. he's not an animal after all. beyond that, daisy's family is full of hunters. some of the best. doesn't matter. jay wants daisy, and only daisy, not just because he loved her before he turned and she's one of the few strong memories of his human life, but because there's a chance that her bloodline is something of an undo button for vampirism. that's why they became hunters so far back, of course; vampires were always after them, trying to get their blood to 'cure' themselves. definitely not an allegory for jay trying to use daisy to 'cure' any other forms of his 'otherness'. nope. none of that here....................akdjflajdflakjd but obviously he's after daisy because once he has her, he can drink from her, cure himself, and they'll live happily ever after!! right!!! until!!! oh no!!!! her cousin shows up!!!! you know,,,, her cousin,,,, with the same fix-it genome ?????? whoopsie daisy.

it's not super fleshed out but it's definitely a Jay Lives au, mostly because wilson didn't know to use a silver bullet. nick would ideally find jay there bloodless and burning as the sun rises and try to give him some of his blood and...............ope. well :) you'll just have to find out what happens after that.

unfortunately. i am. 150k deep in Gatsby and 36k deep in RIght on TIme and. well. i cant handle another wip. alkdjfaldjf

[copper-skulls]

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[bigmouthlass]

Title:  A Borrowed Life

Author:  BJ

Fandom:  Supernatural

Warnings: Major Character Death

Rating:  Explicit

Pairing:  Dean Winchester/Original Female Character

Synopsis: A night in the life of Dean's woman-slash-bloodbag. So let's say the Campbell Family Recipe didn't work. Fast-forward a ways . . .

Tags:  Dean Winchester, Unnamed Original Female Character, Sam Winchester, S6, Canon Divergence, AU, Vampire Dean Winchester,

AN:  Not sure where this came from. All recognizable intellectual properties are owned by their respective creators and holders of any copyrights or trademarks. This is a not-for-profit work of fan art and protected by Fair Use.

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I’ve learned to recognize the signs.

He’s careful with me.  He mostly lives on animal blood, cut with human to make it easier to drink.  He steals very little and with discretion.  When his prey is drinkable, he feeds full and deep.  He only needs me every now and then.

He’s terribly pale, almost all his strange blood spilled out of the terrible wound in his chest.  Broken ribs and long rips in the chest exposing raw lung tissue, inflicted by a hellhound crashing the scene as he’d interrogated its mistress.  His skin is cold but his flesh is hot with fever even through the gloves I wear as I stitch.  The first time I did this, I threw up.  The time after that too.  I’m used to it now.  A person can get used to a lot, given incentive.

When the worst of it is done, he takes my hand and I help him sit up.  “Thanks baby,” he says.  I’ve got a unit bag warming in a bowl of hot water.  Five parts pig’s blood to one part human.  He fishes it out and starts squeezing it into his mouth, like a little kid with a Capri Sun pouch.

It won’t be enough, not with an injury that bad.  We both know it.

“Lights.”

“Oh! sorry.”  I’d needed the light to patch him up.  He’s used to this, laying on a tarp with his arm over his eyes as I stitch and set and wrap.  He heals faster with a little assistance.  It’s all in the name of making sure he needs blood as little as possible.  I snap the overhead light off and his eyes blink wide in the darkness.  “Is that better?”

“Little bit.”  He tries to stand but his knees wobble.  “Help me to the shower.”

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I’m getting into bed when he gets out of the bathroom.  The covers are warm with heat from the electric blanket I picked up some towns back.  He’ll be chilled.

It’s easier to think of him as a person when he’s like this, weirdly.  Pale, sick, and starved.  The wound on his chest is a vivid red trench in his skin, held together with blue sutures.

“How do you feel?”

“Better,” Dean lies.  “Just need to get some sleep.”  I lift the covers and he groans as he relaxes into the warm sheets.  “Oh, that feels good.  You’re a genius.”

“Just get some rest.  The room’s paid for.  You can sleep as late as you need to.”

Dean turns on his side and wiggles himself close.  I can feel him breathe steady, trying to relax himself into sleep.  Maybe his body is healing itself enough he won’t need me, not that way.  I slide my fingers into his short hair, clean and soft and silky.  He likes these incidental touches when it’s just the two of us.  Something to remind him that he’s still a person.

I don’t sleep when he’s like this.  Not when he’s hurt.

We lay there in the dark a while, then Dean starts to shake.

“I’m sorry,” Dean says, pulling me closer.  He’s cold.  The magic whatever-it-is that makes him unkillable is hard at work pulling him back together.  He needs blood, and he needs it fresh.

“It’s okay,” I give him the permission he needs.  I always will.

“Okay,” Dean whispers.  His lips press to mine in a gentle kiss.  His blood teeth are out, I can feel them.  I’m wearing one of his old shirts as a nightie.  Thick, nimble fingers undo my buttons, then spread the lapels wide to bare my tits.  Dean loves to linger here.  Kissing, stroking, kneading.  Once, he nicked a vein in my tit and fed from it as he suckled my nipple.  The sensation was . . . obscenely, grotesquely, erotically maternal, and I recall it a lot when he’s got me naked and writhing.

Like right now.  Teasing fingers pet the thick part of my bush, then slip down to trace along the shaved lips of my cunt.  A tiny trickle of wet coats his fingers and he pulls the tips gently up across my clit.  It throbs under his touch, pulsing heat all through me.  Some men live to make a woman’s body sing, and Dean’s never failed with mine.

“That’s it baby,” Dean murmurs, as my throat opens on a soft cry.  My leg muscles curl, pulling up my knees and opening my thighs.  Even in the grip of blood hunger he can’t resist making it last, making me squirm, making me hot.  I used to tell him to just take what he needed, not to worry about me.  I stopped when I realized Dean needs this.  It helps him feel like himself.  Like a person.

“Please,” I whisper.  My heart’s pounding, blood loud in my ears.  “Please Dean.”

“Tell me how good it feels,” he demands as he kisses up to my lips.

“So good,” I tell him.  “Please, feels so good.”  I reach down and take him in hand, feel him as he gets hard.  I thumb him at the tip and Dean shivers.  I don’t know if this it typical, being able to get and maintain an erection when he's so low on blood.  I’m glad he can.  Sex is how Dean reminds himself that he’s alive.

He's between my legs.  The wide head of his cock pokes at me.  I help him along by notching him in place.  Thick and hard, he takes my breath away every time.

My eyes open and meet Dean’s.  Wide and jewel-like, full of anxiety and affection.  As I kiss him, he braces himself and I moan as he slips deep.  “Oh baby,” he says, moving his arm under my leg and tipping me just right.  A subtle wave of his back rubs the head of his dick against me just right, turning my body to hot goo.  “Feels so good,” he sighs against my mouth.  “Always feel so good.”

“Dean please,” I whimper.

“Not yet,” he says.  At his order I stick two fingers down my throat.  Blowjob spit, my stepbrother called it, the extra slippery stuff at the back of my tongue.  “Touch yourself,” Dean says.  “Play with yourself.  Make yourself come baby.”

Dean’s cock moving inside me is fire and my fingers on my clit are lightning.  I . . . vault, it feels like, leaping for the stars and flying as I climax.  A breathless scream wheezes out of my lungs and I clamp down hard on Dean, as he fucks hard and deep.

He kisses me in the hollow under my ear.  The familiarity of the sensation makes it more horrifying, not less; the hard points of Dean’s blood teeth slipping up the delicate skin, then the rip downwards as he tears at the external jugular vein.  I’m still flying, through those brilliant orgasms Dean always fucks out of me.  I’m . . . bent and perverted, because the pain and the horror makes it better somehow.  My pounding heart shoots blood into Dean’s mouth.  Life at its sweetest.  Dean’s body locks as his focus divides between feeding and coming, filling me one way as he drains me another.

I fall back into my body, lightheaded and breathless.  Blunted incisors replace the needled points.  Dean’s careful with me, never cuts more than he has to.  That won’t last.  One day the control will fail.  He’ll dig through the muscle for the carotid and interior jugular and drink everything the way a baby nurses.  I’ve seen him do it.

Dean takes his mouth off my neck.  A moment feeling blood trickle free, then Dean applies pressure using the wad of gauze I set on the nightstand earlier.  Like I said, I’ve learned to recognize the signs.  “Baby are you okay?”

Talking’s not easy.  I can barely move. Post-sex languidness, hypovolemic shock-- toss a coin.  “I’m fine.”  Like I have a twenty pound weight strapped to my arm, I lift my hand and touch his face.  He’s warm.  “How are you?”

“Better.”  Dean’s mouth tastes like blood when he kisses me.  I can feel his blood teeth creeping out despite his efforts to keep them back.  Selfishly, I shut my eyes.  God he feels so good.  Touching, stroking, making me feel treasured, cherished.  Loved.  It’s the blood teeth-- the fangs.  Dean’s a tender, gentle, deeply caring man.  The vampire in him is careful with me because I’m food that doesn’t fight back.

I know that.  I’ve accepted that.  I owe him that.

We needed that intel, to capture the Alpha Vampire--

Samuel's entire family replaced with demons and you're taking it up the ass from the King of Hell.  I don't know what the hell you are but you're not Sam.

Whatever, so what?  The Alpha's not here, Crowley’s not here, and she's dying anyway--

My brain cuts off the memory, as the bullet from the taller man's gun glanced off my scalp.  If Dean hadn't leapt for his brother, and killed him, that bullet would've shattered my brain.

When I came to, the house where my stepbrother kept me as his fuckpig was in flames and Dean was carrying me out with tears streaming down his face and blood pouring from between my legs.  He would have let the fire take him except for me.  He could've left me to bleed to death, as my stepbrother's punches drove his baby from my body.  He could've dumped me at the nearest hospital and left me to explain the fire and the bodies.  Instead, he took me to his hideout, stopped the bleeding, and saved my life.

I owe him my life, and one day he will take it back.

It's a fair trade.

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AN2: So I chickened out on the darkfic. Fucking sue me.

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct- (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 11

(Lilia can hear extremely well and can be rather sensitive to loud noises. He often covers his ears or magically deafens himself if Malleus' temper ever causes thunder.)

Warnings; yandere, Yandere behavior, platonic and romantic yanderes, multiple yanderes, threats, blood, injury, poachers, drama, talk of eating Humans, attempts made, near-death experiences, violence, a few time skips, Shinigami, Vampire Bat, Dragon, Cervitaur, Raiju, Kelpie, Unicorn, Drider, Harpy, Genie, Naga, Merfolk, Cecilia, Nemean Lion, Werewolves, implied unnamed character death,

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Everyone moved quickly through the forest, eyes keenly searching every tree for any signs that could lead them to their quarry. Not just Housewardens were looking, a veritable army of students all searching high and low for their lost treasure. The staff were also keenly looking, the last location having been searched with a fine-toothed comb. When they found the Human's bloodied and broken collar next to Grim's ripped collar, it was not a good sign.

To think, one of Night Raven College's own students would commit such a crime. The crime of harming and stealing away such a precious creature was nigh unforgivable. The student accused of such a crime was equally unforgivable.

Many had seen him slip away into the forests shortly before the attack, all recounting the way his eyes glowed with danger as he slid from view into the underbrush. At the time, no one had known what he was planning to do and so many had even begun to believe he was harmless. Looks like they were wrong.

Ortho scanned frantically, wanting to find the Human he had befriended and hoping the terrible Beast had not harmed her. Lilia's words echoing in his mind after the chilling analysis of the blood left behind.

"It's (Y/n)'s blood. This... This is too much blood for someone of her size to loose and be able to recover from without aid. If we don't find her soon, she will die from blood-loss."

Malleus was raching through the trees, leading his Hoard in their search for the soft Human that had been attacked. He knew he couldn't trust the other Housewardens with his treasure, and all this did was prove him right. There was no pride in the realization that he had been correct, there was only white-hot fear that he was possibly too late.

Riddle and Trey galloped through the paths, leaping over fallen logs and searching the riverbanks for any sign. Riddle was beside himself with worry as he knew he couldn't trust that Beast that called himself a student. Trey was worried to be the one to find the Human's broken body and what that would do to his friend whose sanity hung by a thread. Riddle already overblotted once, who knew what finding the Human dead would do to the still recovering Unicorn. Who knew what it would do to any of them.

Rook carried his poisonous Harpy over and through the woods, both keenly looking for any sign of the lost treasure. As a hunter and a skilled tracker, Rook was the best bet Vil had to find the Human and hopefully find her alive. Should they stumble across the monster that committed such violence first, well, Vil was of the mind to attack first and question later.

Kalim soared above the trees on his magic carpet, watching his faithful Naga Jamil weave through the trunks and search from below as he searched from above. The Naga keenly followed the scent trail left behind, as faint and muddled by other scents as it was, his tongue tasting the air for any sign of the soft Human or the Beast that took her. Kalim wished he could use his own wishes to find the Human, but had to trust that himself and the others would find her in time.

Jade and Floyd searched the streams and rivers, following the waters into the depths of the forest and swimming at incredible speeds. If the Human were taken through the water, they would know about it and be ready to fight for her return. Jade was furious with himself for ever suggesting he take the Human along on a foraging trip. If he had only kept his mouth shut and never asked her to accompany him, maybe she would still be safe. He would never forgive himself for the tragedy that took place, or for leaving her and that cat of hers unprotected in that clearing while he ventured into the cave. He thought he was keeping her safe by preventing her from joining him in the underwater channels of the cave. He was wrong.

The Beast's own dorm had been placed on lockdown and none were allowed to leave through the mirror. It was a precaution given the fact their own Housewarden had been the offending party. Though many wanted to aid in the search, they were under scrutiny due to the actions of their leader and to many, that meant they were all guilty.

It was Malleus who came upon the scene first, smoke billowing from his mouth as he saw that wretched Beast's golden hide gleaming in the sun. The blood that flecked his fur only angering the Dragon further. What pushed him past his sanity was the way the Beast was positioned above his precious Hoard member.

The Beast was straddling the limp body of the little Human and looked over at the Dragon in surprise as he came thundering through the trees. Every scrap of evidence Malleus could see was more than damming and the Dragon was not keen to ask questions. This Beast had obviously killed Malleus' precious Human, and for that, could not be redeemed.

"For the crime of harming my Hoard and killing my Human, I- Malleus Draconia, Prince of Briar Valley- hereby sign the death warrant of Leona Kingscholar and consign his soul to oblivion."

~•§•~

Earlier that day.

You were slowly becoming more and more excited as each class passed, eager to get back to your dorm and play the promised Videogames you missed so much. Even if it was not the games you were used to, they were still games and should still prove to be a good mental distraction. Hopefully Malleus wouldn't be too upset that he was no longer your guard, the Dragon occasionally peaking into the classes you attended in a not so stealthy attempt to keep track of you.

Every time the Dragon appeared in the doorway, he would leave as soon as he caught sight of you smiling in amusement at his clear protective behavior. Even Silver appeared in the halls as you changed classes, walking with you and glaring at those who got too close to you. Grim was happy to have an extra set of legs to carry him around, hoping up onto the Deer-man's back and lounging between classes.

Perhaps you would invite one of your four Diasomnia guards to spend the night. All it could do was make them feel better about the situation and let them see you were safe. The question was who you were going to invite as one showing up typically meant the others would show as well.

All sorts of things fought for attention in your mind, but you were unable to give them much focus. Though you and Grim weren't really students or held to the same standard the other students were, you did want to know what you could about this world. You weren't native to Twisted Wonderland and so the many classes actually gave you a good look into the world you found yourself in and allowed you to learn.

Grim saw himself as a fully fledged student and was eager to remind others of that fact whenever they gave him odd looks in class. Despite how some of these other students seemed annoyed with the feisty cat-beast, most refused to upset or refute his claims as that meant upsetting you. Most students knew better than to mess with you by now and simply avoided conflict all together, as not even the dumbest among them were willing to anger Malleus.

It was during one of these passing periods between class that a familiar tall figure approached you. Silver rest his hand on his sword as the merman walked up, watching with untrusting eyes and a wary gaze. Jade politely approached, nodding his head in greeting as he held his hands in front of him to show he was not armed or seeking to attack.

"Hello, (Y/n), good to see you again."

"Hey, Jade! Haven't seen you since you and Floyd last came over for some dinner. How have you been?"

"Very well, thank you. I had a question for you- more of a proposition- since you are quite new to the campus. Would you like to come foraging with me today after classes? I don't expect this trip to take long as there is a nearby cave I was hoping to gather mushrooms from."

"Sure! I would like to know where you find a lot of the mushrooms you gather, so it would be helpful to have someone experienced guiding me along."

Your words and praise made a deep blue blush fan over the Merman's cheeks, dusting the blue-tinted flesh with a deep color. Jade was quite taken with your culinary skill and was keen to learn from you, so he saw this trade of information as a good way to gain your trust. Perhaps he could show you some gathering spots and you could teach him to make your fantastic meals. It certainly seemed like a fair trade to him.

"Wait, is that okay for us to go though? Crowley doesn't want me going into the forest, but if I'm with you, it should be alright, right?"

"Perhaps we should ask the Headmage just in case your collar prevents you from entering the woods? It should be safe enough during the day to forage without trouble."

"Well, I do have time until my next class, why don't we go ask him now?"

"If you're sure? Nothing would make my heart happier than the chance to forage with you."

"Yeah, may as well!"

You reach out and grabbed the Merman's hand, not seeing the way his blush darkened at the physical contact or how he seemed to cherish the feeling of your hand in his. Silver was less than pleased, but he was also not about to dampen your happiness and excitement, even for his own sake.

"Hooman, does that mean I'm coming with?"

"Of course it does. I'm your Hooman, and you're my Grim! We have to go together, or not at all. Right?"

"Yeah! No one can take my Hooman anywhere without me coming too!"

Grim leaped from Silver's back and onto your shoulder, snuggling close to you happily. The soft purr coming from the little beast made a smile pull at your lips as you chuckled and kissed his soft forehead, happy Grim was so sweet to you. It would be a lot harder for you to navigate the school and the students without your fluffy companion by your side.

"I'll check in with you after lunch, okay, (Y/n)?"

"Alright! See you soon, Silver."

~•§•~

"Absolutely not."

"But-"

"No. The forest is far too dangerous for a soft Human to be roaming around. My answer is 'no'."

"Jade and Grim will both be with me! And it isn't like I don't have a collar on that tracks my location. Even if my collar stopped working, Grim has one too. We won't even be going far from campus!"

Crowley frowned at your insistent begging, not keen to let you go anywhere with anyone, let alone the woods around campus. It was still daytime so there weren't too many threats so long as Jade stayed by you, but there was still danger in the form of poachers. Could he really trust this merman student with your safety?

"What if something happens?"

"It won't!"

"But what if it does? You are Human, (Y/n), and that means-"

"I'm sick of being reminded of that fact every damn day!"

Crowley was surprised by your outburst, not expecting you to be so upset by his casually stated fact.

"Every day it's 'you're Human, you're too fragile' 'you are the only Human left' 'you aren't strong enough to protect yourself' and I am so tired of it! I'm not a child to protect, I'm not an idiot that can't recognize danger, and I am not a pet to keep indoors! You said yourself that almost everyone at this school is willing to keep me safe, so why is it such a problem that I want to see what lies beyond the campus? I refuse to spend the remainder of my life in one place, never allowed to leave and never allowed to experience something new. How am I supposed to be happy or find my own purpose in life if I am kept locked away like some glass figurine?"

He sighed and looked away from your intense gaze and the heated argument. You were right of course, and he was terrified of that fact. The last Human in his care had been taken from him because he just couldn't let her be free and he kept her away from everyone except himself. He saw firsthand how devastating isolation is on the Human mind, to the point that Hades himself had arrived to take the Human away from the unfair treatment at the hands of Crowley.

He couldn't let you be taken from him too, not when you were his precious chick just fledged and seeking to see beyond the fence of Night Raven College. Crowley couldn't blame you for being frustrated with him either as he knew you would get restless being cooped up on campus. The college was large and held many secrets to discover, but it felt so very small when compared with the rest of the world. Surely he could allow one measly venture off of school grounds?

"Mr. Leech, will you be with her the entire time?"

"Yes. I swear it."

"And you'll protect her should any danger present itself?"

"With my life."

"... Fine. Don't go too far and make sure you have your phone and Grim with you. I will make sure the Housewardens and the rest of the staff are on standby. If anything seems amiss, come straight back, understood?"

Your frustration melted away at Crowley's eventual acquiescence to your request, happy to be leaving the campus even if for only a little bit. There was still your displeasure at the overall dehumanizing treatment, but this was a step in the right direction. Hopefully this would prove to the Crow that letting you explore- albeit with a guard- was something that could be good for you.

"Thank you!"

You hugged the surprised Crow as he finally agreed to allow you to go foraging with Jade. The Crow was stiff for a few moments before melting into the hug and returning it in kind. He really did struggle saying 'no' to you and it only made it more difficult for him when you responded to his agreement with such affection. Truly, the Crow saw you more and more as his own young with every day that passed. It was hard not to.

"I'll make sure the others are aware. But I am being quite serious, (Y/n), there has been an exponential rise in visitors to our little island here and it would be foolish to assume they are not here for you. Promise me you will be careful."

"I promise."

"Alright. Don't hesitate to return or call at even the slightest worry that something is wrong."

~•§•~

The forest during the day was vastly different from the forest at night and you couldn't be more thrilled. At night it seemed like every shadow was alive and looking hungrily towards your direction. During the day those shadows were driven back to their dens and bird-song could be heard through the trees. Sunlight streamed through the branches and gave the forest an almost fairytale feeling as crickets and grasshoppers chirped pleasantly around you.

It was less of a foraging venture for you than it was an educational lesson on mushrooms from Jade, who happily pointed out every fungi and plant species he knew. Luckily, Jade had the foresight to bring a second foraging bag with him for you to use and even seemed bashful when gifting it to you. Maybe mermen just had a shyness about giving gifts to others? Regardless of what it was, you were thrilled with the venture and Jade was happy to split the spoils with you.

"So where is this cave you were talking about? Looks like we have most mushroom types I'm familiar with already."

"Not too far now. It is the only cave I have found Agaricus Bisporus, which you really seemed to like in the soup you made for Azul, Floyd, and I that day."

"Oh, so this cave is where the Button Mushrooms grow?"

Jade chuckled slightly at the cute name you gifted to the mushrooms he enjoyed on a regular basis. They were certainly useful and clearly edible to you, so he just found it all the sweeter that you named them after buttons. Such odd creatures Humans were, but he was certainly not complaining as he found himself quite endeared by the uniqueness of the soft individual before him.

"Yes. It can be a little tricky to get where they are growing tough, so I think it would be best for you to wait at the mouth of the cave for me."

"Why is it tricky?"

"It requires some swimming to get to where they grow, and I am fairly sure you cannot hold your breath for that long. But there are still some Pleurotus Ostreatus mushrooms on the felled trees around the cave you could gather."

"Okay. So long as you're quick, I'm sure we both can gather up enough of both mushrooms and trade when you come back out of the cave."

Jade smiled at this, happy to see you seemed to be enjoying the little jaunt through the woods and keen to gather enough mushrooms for the both of you. Maybe after your joint venture he could even help you set up terrariums to grow some of the rarer mushrooms he has found deeper in the woods.

Grim didn't seem half as enthused as you and Jade were, laying across your shoulder as he watched the birds in the trees. He grew up in this forest and suffered at the claws of the other beasts that called the woods home, so he wasn't really interested in the things you and the merman gathered. That certainly didn't mean he was opposed to snacking on several of the edible plants, however.

"Didn't the big Crow say you couldn't be left alone though? Kinda seems like this Eel-guy is fixing to leave us alone."

"Well, I'm not alone because you will be with me, and you won't let anything happen to me."

"Of course I won't! I'm the Great and Powerful Grim! I'll always protect my Hooman."

"Exactly, so there's nothing to worry about, right?"

"Right!"

Despite the way Grim now seemed alright with the situation, you also vaguely hoped that nothing bad happened while Jade was in the cave. You trusted Grim to watch your back, but he wasn't the best mage and you knew there were likely poachers who could overpower your little friend. Naturally, you still intended to be on guard in case anyone tried to approach while you were waiting for Jade.

The three of you came up to what seemed to be a large hole in the side of a large hill, hearing the sound of rushing water from deep within. Jade paused at the cave entrance, removing his phone to give to you for safekeeping as the item did not work beneath the water.

"Alright, I will be back in a few moments and then we can head back to campus."

"Okay. Don't take too long," you gently teased the merman, "or I might have to come in looking for you."

"I'm sure you would."

The merman gave you a final smile of reassurance before heading into the cave, quickly swallowed up by the darkness. A faint sound of splashing met your ears before going quiet and you figured you could look for those other mushrooms Jade mentioned. Grim hopping off your shoulder to go bother some birds that were chirping rather loudly nearby.

Along the many fallen trees, you could see several mushrooms growing from the rotting trunks. They looked like oyster mushrooms to you, which meant they were likely the ones Jade had been talking about. Though you weren't overly familiar with the names Jade used for them, you did recognize several by their appearance.

As you crouched down to start picking the mushrooms, something odd occurred to you. The forest was silent.

Moments ago there had been birdsong and the sounds of bugs going about their little lives, now there was nothing. The only sound that met your ears was the wind in the trees. Something about the sudden quiet made a long forgotten instinct within you stir as the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

Where was Grim?

It was as you stood up to look around that a sudden force slammed into your side, throwing you to the ground beneath a much larger figure. You didn't recognize the beast man above you though they seemed to be some kind of heavily scarred wolf man with grey and black fur. His short whiskers were broken and his teeth were the same as he sneered down at you like a predator taunting his prey. The man on top of you was quick to slice the collar from your neck, nicking you in the process as he threw it away and to the side.

"Those fools just let this juicy treat walk right through their fingers. Idiots, the lot of them."

"Ow! Alpha, this stupid cat is more a nuisance than he is worth!"

You looked towards the second voice and felt your heart jump into your throat as you saw an unfamiliar Wolf-man with brown fur was holding Grim by the neck. Your devoted friend was struggling valiantly against the Gnoll but even you could see he was quickly running out of air and energy. Even as you tried to struggle to help Grim, a sudden stabbing pain forced you instead to return your attention to the one on top of you.

He had sunk a rather large hunting knife into your leg to hold you still and the pain made a harsh cry escape your lips. You couldn't reach your phone or Jade's phone as the bag you carried had been knocked out of your hands before you could react. With a quick motion the man ripped the knife from your leg and positioned it over your throat as if he intended to gut you with it.

"Quit your bitching! Break the damn thing's neck if it is that difficult to hold onto. I'll slice the Human up and we can scram before those students even realize-"

A sudden knobbed club seemed to fly from the forest, cracking against the lead wolf's skull with a sickening smack. The force of the club knocked the wolf off of you and for a moment you tried to get yourself to your feet, only to find your leg struggling to support your weight. In your dazed and panicked stupor, you barely realized there was a familiar golden Lion wrenching Grim out of the second wolf's grasp, throwing the wolf back into a tree. That same Lion was quick to hoist you up over his shoulder, breaking into a dash away from the wolves who were still reeling in pain and surprise.

"Damn it, hold on, Mousey!"

The gruff voice of Leona was a surprising comfort to you as the Lion swiftly ran opposite of the wolves. There must have been more wolves you didn't see as it sounded like an entire pack was chasing after the three of you. From your position over Leona's shoulder, you saw several wolf-men running on all fours after the Nemean Lion that had wisked you away. Despite how fast they seemed, Leona was faster and wasn't even slowed by your added weight.

Over felled trees and through the whipping underbrush, Leona was heading through the forest with far more grace than you expected from the temperamental and lazy Lion. Though it did seem like the school was getting further and not closer, he was still taking you away from the wolves and that was good enough for you. The pain in your leg sent shooting agony up from the wound and only hurt worse with every jostle or sharp turn the Lion had to make. Despite the fact that he was helping you escape, you still wanted to scream out to beg Leona to stop and give you a moment to address your wound.

You felt the trails of blood that ran down your soft flesh and you started to worry about how much you were losing as your leg was already fairly soaked. Only when you began to become lightheaded and started to lose track of the forest did Leona stop his sprint. The howling and barking of the wolves had faded away into the forest which meant Leona had a chance to slowdown and assess what kind of state you were in.

With a surprising gentleness you didn't expect from the Lion, he maneuvered you off of his shoulder and onto the grass. Judging from his grim expression, you were more injured than even you realized. The slight sound of ripping met your ears and you vaguely realized he had torn the leg of your pants to access your injury easier.

"Gotta stop the bleeding..."

Leona muttered as he worked, removing his belt and securing it above your wound. A loud cry left your lips as he tightened the belt and he visibly winced in response. Both Lion ears were angled back on his head as he used the torn fabric of your pants to apply pressure to the wound.

"Don't let my Hooman die, Lion-guy. Please- please, help her."

"I'm trying, you damned overgrown cub! How about you be useful and use your wings to go get help?"

"I can't use them to fly anymore!"

"Then run or something! We won't stay ahead of them for long, so use your collar to call the others before they catch up."

"That wolf-guy tore it off when he grabbed me, I don't have it anymore!"

"Fuck..."

Leona cursed angrily as he continued holding your wound. He could theoretically outrun them, but a lone Lion, even a Nemean Lion, was at a disadvantage when running from a pack. He had the element of surprise but had to throw his Knobkerrie to get the first wolf off of you. That meant he was without his Magestone, his phone- which he had left in his room that morning- and to top it off the one thing that was supposed to keep track of you and your cub had been removed.

The distant sound of howls made Leona's decision for him as he picked you back up, scooping up Grim and taking you both deeper into the woods. He couldn't make a wide circle to get you back to the school, he had no idea how many wolves there were in the pack and they could have spread out to cut him off if he tried. Staying still was not an option with the wolves already on your trail. Trying to signal to the others of Night Raven would also expose your position to the poachers. Leona would have to take you to the town in the valley beyond and hope you didn't lose too much blood in between or the wolves didn't catch you first.

~•§•~

Leona was getting tired. He couldn't keep up the pace forever and eventually he had to stop just to take a breath. Though he no longer heard the wolves, that didn't mean much as they were likely still in hot pursuit. No hunter would give up their greatest quarry that easily, and the soft Human was certainly a prize to obtain.

The problem was that your breathing had gotten shallower and you had fallen unconscious despite his best attempts to keep you awake. Your heartbeat was faint even to his ears and it was clearly upsetting your cub as Grim began to cry.

"No! Wake up, Hooman. Please... Please wake up, (Y/n)! We gotta go home..!"

"She can't. She can't wake up. She's lost too much blood to stay conscious."

"Help her!"

"I'm trying!"

"Try harder!"

"I am! I am trying to keep you and her alive! What do you think I was running for? Maybe shut up and let me think, damn it!"

Grim's ears went flat, the tears only falling faster now as Leona immediately realized his mistake, trying to reach out to the cat who only sobbed and fled into the trees. He couldn't pursue the little cub as he had to make sure you were safe, but it was beginning to seem like you weren't going to survive the trip. Feeling helpless and angry with himself, Leona tried to at least keep you warm and perhaps stave off the cold approach of death. If the wolves came, he would fight until you both no longer drew breath as he refused to leave even your body for the scavengers.

He was ready to fight to his last when he heard the forest rustling with the sound of approaching footsteps, what he wasn't ready for was Malleus Draconia to erupt from the woods. A fair bit behind him rushed in his usual lackeys who also seemed to be out for blood, but none moreso than the Dragon. Smoke billowed from deep within the enraged Dragon as a heavy magical pressure slammed into Leona.

"For the crime of harming my Hoard and killing my Human, I- Malleus Draconia, Prince of Briar Valley- hereby sign the death warrant of Leona Kingscholar and consign his soul to oblivion."

"Wait!"

The loud yowl that interrupted from the woods distracted the Dragon just enough that the bolt of lighting crackling from his form barely missed Leona's left ear by a hair. Grim, with tears streaking down his little face, ran out in front of Malleus to put himself between the Dragon and Leona. His little ruined wings flapped frantically despite giving him no lift or speed.

"Wait..! He didn't- he didn't hurt her! He helped us, but she isn't okay. Please, help her!"

"If it wasn't Leona, then who-"

"It doesn't matter who did it if she dies! Help her now! She's dying!"

The pleas of the little cat moved the Dragon, agreeing to solve blame later and solve the problem at hand. Malleus couldn't hear your heartbeat and that was concerning as he rushed forward to render aid. Lilia was quick to join his draconic lord as his sensitive hearing picked up on the faint sound of your heart.

"She is alive, but she has lost a lot of blood and is going into a coma," he removed his jacket and pulled up his sleeves, "Malleus, use your magic to pull the blood soaked from the wrap, it will have to be enough for now."

The Dragon took orders easily and Leona vaguely wondered who the true leader of their group was as Lilia directed the great mage. They only really took a quick breath of relief when your heartbeat had returned to a steady rhythm in your chest. It was still weak, but not nearly as quiet as it had been. Lilia had done enough triage to know what spells would work best and by directing Malleus he allowed the Dragon to be the primary instrument in saving your life. He had his own reasons to encourage the bond between you and Malleus to flourish, but mostly the Dragon needed to be the one to help you and Lilia knew it.

"Explain quickly what took place. I am ready to listen and deliver punishment to the offending party-"

The howling on the wind was loud and almost sudden, as if intended to startle as the pack of wolves emerged from the trees all around the group. It was clearly a pack of poachers as they all eyed the prize laying between the men. The alpha, clearly bloodied and angry, wielded Leona's Knobkerrie like a sword, threatening the group that dare get between his pack and their feast.

"Hand over the meat-sack. My pack has rights to that kill and I'll fight every one of you prissy ass mages who gets in my-"

The sky went black in seconds, as if night had suddenly fallen over the woods, but instead of stars only rolling storm clouds could be seen. Lighting leaping between the masses of black oily cotton in a sickening green that churned the stomach of the foolish wolves. Hunters now turned hunted as power electrified the very air and stones began to quake in the very presence of rage defined.

Words were not needed, not anymore. They would only be wasted on fools such as this. Filth that sought to take what was not theirs and dare call Malleus' beloved (Y/n) something as demeaning as a 'meat-sack' and a 'kill' as if they had rights to feast upon you like savage Ferals.

No.

No, Malleus would not stand for such blatant disrespect to his Hoard and himself. Punishment would be delivered and it would be by Malleus' hands. They were going to wish he had used his magic.

"Wha-"

"You will not speak. We are leaving the area immediately. Walking, not running. We don't need to draw his attention."

Leona was silenced by a hand over his mouth as Lilia gathered up Grim with his wings, covering him with his jacket and handing the little cub into Silver's arms. Sebek was quick to get the wounded Human up onto Silver's back, climbing on himself to keep her secure on the Reindeer. Lilia spoke in a hushed tone to the Lion as his fellow dorm members worked as quietly as possible to not earn the ire of the beast before them.

Leona found himself unable to disobey the enigmatic old Fae and knew he must have used some kind of magic to hold the Lion to his commands. The ground rumbled as the sound of a true terror escaping their secondary skin to show the beast that lurked beneath. Many of Malleus' features hinted at his true Draconic form, from his long tail to his twin horns and wings, the full Dragon was still a very different beast.

The pure magic in the air was almost as difficult to breathe in as smoke. Once confident snarls turning to yelps and whines of genuine terror as the foolish wolves realized just how outclassed they were.

Lilia stayed alongside Silver as Leona took up the other side, moving with them even as he craned his neck to stare behind him at the Dragon in the flesh. Black scales glinted in the light, green lightning spewing from the sky as the elongated fang filled maw of the beast snapped around the fleeing figures. Maybe he was considered one of the most powerful mages in the world for a reason, and he wasn't even using magic at that moment.

"Lilia, what if his majesty needs us-?"

"We need to get her back to Night Raven, then we can work on calming Malleus if his temper tantrum doesn't burn him out before she wakes. She still isn't okay and we need to let the others know what happened. All we can do now is leave for our own safety and hers."

[httpsleclerc]

under the monaco moonlight - vampire!au

pairing/s: Gasly!Reader x unnamed!bf, Vampire!Charles Leclerc x Gasly!Reader, Platonic!Pierre Gasly x Gasly!Sister!Reader, Platonic!Arthur Leclerc x Gasly!Reader

c/w: Implied smut, attempt of sexual assault, brief shitty descriptions of violence, bad ending??

w/c: 1.7k

summary: Charles Leclerc is in love with the forbidden fruit, or his best friends sister Y/N Gasly and can't control his instincts when she's in trouble.

a/n: no one asked for this but I might do a part two if anyones interested x

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Charles knew this was wrong.

You were his childhood best friends little sister, but he couldn't help himself from watching the way your hips swayed in time to the music which blared over the speakers, your mini skirt - Which he knew your brother would not be happy seeing you in - rising higher up your thighs as you moved. He knew that it was wrong to think of himself between your thighs, pleasuring you in ways which you'd never been before, satisfying you unlike how the boy you were grinding against would.

He needed you so bad it hurt.

If his heart were beating he was sure he'd feel it ache in desire for you. 

He stood by Arthur, his eyes trained on you as his jaw clenched and he tightly gripped the glass he'd been nursing as he watched you, so tight that he would surely smash the glass into tiny pieces if he held it any harder. He feared if he pursued you any more than he had, then your heart would end up in the same way as the glass could, he feared he'd fall too in love with you and sink his teeth too far into your neck, leaving you helpless and bleeding. He'd never be able to explain himself to Pierre, how could be explain what he had done to his best friends precious baby sister? Your one night fling weeks ago had become a regular thing, despite you being adamant that you loved your boyfriend, but any time you and him had sex, all you could do was think about was Charles, how good he made you feel, how deliciously full you felt when he was inside you, the way that he left you stumbling the next day; scrambling for an excuse to try and satisfy your boyfriend.

"You are staring at her again, Charles," Arthur chided his older brother, he knew just how in love with you Charles was, but also knew that he'd never let himself love you properly for the fear of hurting you. Sleeping with you and being the other man would have to suffice for now.

"No I am not," Charles defended himself quickly, too quickly for Arthur to believe him. "I'm just...keeping an eye on her with that stupid boy. Pierre asked me to." Arthur chuckled at Charles' excuses. The two Leclerc's watched as you turned and faced your boyfriend, giggling as you pressed a small kiss on his lips and heading off to the bathroom, entrusting him with your drink - Which would be your first mistake of the night. Charles watched as you weaved your way through the mass crowd of the club towards the bathroom and flitted his attention back to that of your boyfriend, watching as he emptied a sachet of white powder into your drink.

"Charles?" Arthur nudged him, trying to see what had gained his brothers attention but Charles' attention was otherwise diverted away from his little brother. How dare this boy violate your trust like this?

"Fucker, I'm going to kill him," Charles went to storm off, but Arthur grabbed him before he could do any harm to your boyfriend. "Arthur let me go. He's going to hurt her." He backed off, noticing that Charles' eyes were no longer their usual green colour, now a deep, dark red. His eyes scanned the crowd, seeing you standing back with your boyfriend, now looking disoriented and swaying on your feet, putting up no argument as he grabbed your hand and dragged you through the crowd with no regard to you stumbling over your feet in your high heels.

Charles weaved his way through the crowd, blood and adrenaline pumping through his veins as the music continued to pound through the speakers and coloured lights flashed and illuminated the otherwise dark club that he was in. Making his way outside, his pale skin shone under the Monaco moonlight, eyes scanning for you anywhere in the crowd gathered outside of the club.

"No, I don't feel good," He heard you whining from a dark alleyway a couple of streets down, your voice thick with tears and fear. You felt like you were dying, you were hot one minute, cold the next, your stomach was halfway up your throat ready to be thrown up at any minute, and you didn't have the strength to defend yourself against your boyfriend. You wanted to go home, you wanted Pierre to come and get you and make sure that this boy was too scared to ever look in your general direction ever again. "(Name), please stop, I don't feel well." You pleaded, futilely trying to push him off of you, your eyes welling up with tears as he pushed his knee in between your legs.

"It won't hurt as much if you stop struggling, pretty girl."

That sent Charles over the edge. He promised Pierre that he wouldn't let anything happen to you and now you needed help. Before he could hurt you any further, he was pulled off of you, hitting the wall opposite with a grunt. 

Charles loomed over him, his teeth bared and eyes red.

Drowning out the sound of your crying and whimpering, Charles let his instinct take over, tearing into your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend as you screamed and cried, unsure if you were really seeing this or if you were hallucinating. You covered your eyes as you cried, shielding yourself from the violent attack happening in front of you.

Charles huffed he stood back up, wiping blood away from the side of his mouth and turning back to face you, his stomach dropping as he saw your distraught and distressed state. Panicking, he pulled your hands away from your face hoping that his familiarity would in some way calm you down - but the sight of your brothers best friend with red eyes and a face covered in your boyfriends blood only pushed your fear.

"No! Let go of me! Someone help me!" You screamed out, trying in vain to push Charles off of you so you could find someway to get back home. Charles, in a further panic, pressed his hand onto your mouth to silence your screaming.

"Please calm down, ange, it's all okay, I promise," Charles tried to calm you, even if it appeared to be without any result as you continued struggling to try and get away from him. "Please, please just calm down and let me explain, just let me talk to you." Looking into Charles eyes, you found yourself feeling more and more at ease, still despite your efforts to get away from him. His stomach sunk as he realised he'd unintentionally tranced you, leaving you at his mercy.

"Charles, what...what's going on?" You dazedly asked him, slumping forward into his embrace and leaning your head on his shoulder, leaving your neck perfectly exposed to him; Charles found months and years of self-control withering away, he'd never allowed himself to be in such close proximity to you.

"Please not now, Y/N, you need to rest," He tried to persuade you to go to sleep, hoping that under your trance like state that you would. Fighting sleep, you looked up into Charles' red eyes, hoping to find some glimpse of your Charles, not this...blood sucking monster, you wanted your Charles who always made sure to clean you up after your sexual encounters, who made sure that you were still okay with what you were doing, who you knew loved you but for some reason you never knew, could never let himself.

"I love you, Charles," You confessed, pulling his blood soaked face to look at you, even though all he could focus on was the pulse point of your neck, the sound of your blood rushing through your veins was too much for him to take.

He couldn't take it anymore.

You let out a gasp as Charles' fangs pierced through your neck, two sharp pain points flashing and then going numb. You knew that it was futile trying to get away from him, and accepted that if this was how you died, then you were dying in the arms of the man that you loved - even if it meant you'd never see your beloved brother again.

As Arthur made his way outside and up the street to look for where Charles had gone, he stopped in his tracks as he saw you laying almost lifeless in his brothers arms, his teeth well sunk into your neck as the blood had almost been drained from your body and the life drained from you.

"Charles! stop!" He pulled Charles off of you, unsure if you were even still alive. "Oh my God, Charles, you have to help her." Arthur checked your neck where Charles had bitten you, feeling a faint pulse.

"No, I can't, Pierre will kill me, Arthur," Charles was near hyperventilating, and looked at Arthur confused as he let out a chuckle and shook his head.

"Oh, and you think he won't kill you when someone finds her here dead and you have to explain to Pierre that it was you, and that you left her here like a coward because you can't control yourself?!" The two brothers were now panicking, despite being in some way immortal, they were terrified of Pierre, your older brother was fiercely defensive over you. Acting quickly and moving beside you once more, Charles bit into his wrist, piercing the vein and watching as his blood slowly trickled out, much darker and thicker than your own, and put his wrist at your mouth, forcing you to drink his blood despite your very weak protests.

"We'll take her back to my place, tell Pierre she met a friend and she's staying there for the night, deal?" 

"Deal."

[lionleonora]

Reddie Fics for the Despairing It: Chapter Two Enjoyer

part of my unnamed "recommending non-classic fics for dead fandoms" series! this is a list of less well-known fics in the ITCH2 fandom, centered around reddie fics. these are all fics that i am passionate about, but you won't find them on the first three pages of ao3. if you're ready for something other than the classics, this is the list for you! organized in order of hits from least to most.

Revivified Death by ezlebe - something about me is that i love vampire fics, and vampire eddie. this features vampire eddie AND vampire richie—a treat! it's rated E, has some fun worldbuilding, and way fewer hits than i would expect (only 3,300!). some mentions of blood, but no crazy gore.

inertia and other properties of matter by skeilig - a “it’s always sunny in philadelphia” au, but not necessary at all to be familiar with the show! (i sure ain’t!) cool and seamless au worldbuilding, and some good mutual pining. plus, the gang is together and remembers each other! rated E.

your lips feel retro by kaspbrak_kid - the only T fic on here, but also teeth-achingly sweet! *stefon voice* this fic has everything—fake relationship, richie speaking at length about how much he loves eddie, multiple kiss scenes...plus some self-actualization + confidence boosts for eddie as he goes to his high school reunion!

push you out (pull you back in) by Anonymous - short, sweet, and sexy little one-shot! i don't usually go for established relationships, but i DO go for established relationships where each person has new and hidden depths of horniness that they have yet to reveal. enter this fic! rated E, and if you want more by this author, i'm preeeety sure i know who they are, but of course i'm just speculating.

the study of pathology by crescentluce - this is a sequel to crescentluce's fandom classic, the anatomy of a joke. this sequel is fantastic though! not as many people have read it, but it's absolutely worth it. told from eddie's perspective as he very quickly falls very hard in love with richie (though they've been dating for like, what. 30 minutes?). incredibly heartwarming and also super funny.

give a shape to this ache I have for you by youabird (nevulon) - i have a few all-time favorite fics that span multiple fandoms - this is one. this is a fic that i would take with me on a desert island. if this is the last reddie fic i could ever reread, it would be this one. featuring an eddie who is deeply unaware of his desires and desperately in love with richie. please please read this.

Health Improvement Planning for Dummies by glorious_spoon - a multi-chapter fic with a comparatively low hit count. dumbass for dumbass relationship, but also really hot. rated E!

hysteria when you're near by tempestbreak - this fic is fucking crazy, and i mean that in the best way. sex pollen is not common in this fandom (understandably - the worldbuilding is difficult) but this fic does it seamlessly and to great effect. an E-rated oneshot. this will literally change you.

Do you need anybody? by remusjohn - i am of the firm opinion that this should be a fandom classic. it's not quite there yet, but getting there! this is one of the first fandom fics i truly fell in love with, and also one of the only fics i've ever followed as it was posted! one of my favorite tropes is mutual pining WHILE they're having sex, and boy does this fic deliver. rated E. beautiful and fantastic.

Bonus: Author Recommendations!

organized in order of most to least fics written in fandom!

skeilig has a solid number of fics and a really interesting repertoire of AUs! as a purveyor of niche aus (REFERENCE TO MY BLOG??) i am very fond of the way they reimagine richie and eddie in a grounded, three-dimensional way.

glorious_spoon technically has fewer fics than skeilig, but they have a bunch more written anonymously for a kinkmeme event (i believe. something of that nature!). they write fantastically kinky, funny, and sweet stuff. if you're looking for something quick and satisfying (ayyyy) look through their library!

ezlebe is another in the ranks of "cool niche au authors." if you like supernatural creature reddie, or even just normal reddie, definitely look through their stuff! they have a unique voice and should be way more famous in the fandom imo.

remusjohn has the fewest amount of works in this list, but every one of them hits like a goddamn truck. they've written classics, they've written unknown fics—they've done it all! definitely check out their stuff for emotional smut and mutual pining!

thanks for sticking around this long! reddie is quite dead, but it will always be very close to my heart. reddie matters to me. i'm glad it and its writers matter to you too!

[moontearpensfic]

Vampire AU Snippet

Vampire bodyguard Harry. Tom's blood is addictive because it has love potion in it. 😌💕 They travel the world together as Tom goes on his journey to learn more of the Dark Arts.

Harry has always compared the taste of blood to chocolate. It is, maybe, a bit cliché to liken it to candy, but for Harry, it isn't about its sweetness. Blood is not sweet. There is something rich, something decadent to the copper flavor when one becomes a vampire, and that is what sits on his tongue, glides down his throat, and keeps him fed every evening until his next kill. Tom Riddle, he finds, is better than chocolate. He is something unnamable, richer to Harry's senses than any wrist Harry has ever sipped from. He makes Harry, for all his carefully erected walls against his hunger, want more. Harry lifts his mouth from Tom's slender wrist. A soft buzz hums beneath his skin. He was careful not to spill a single drop of blood. All he needs to do is glide his tongue over the twin puncture wounds in that pale flesh, and it heals. "Well?" the boy purrs, his hand on Harry's shoulder. Tom is young, barely graduated Hogwarts. He has his entire future in front of him, yet he flirts with death. So easily, Harry could lose control… It is a wire thin line that he walks in managing his hunger. Already, he longs to bite that wrist again, to draw deeper than a sip, to pull it so far into himself that it lingers for an eternity. "Sanguini told me about you," Harry murmurs. "You want to travel the world. Is that why you want me as your 'bodyguard'? Protection?" "And to pay the way," Tom says.

[brick-a-doodle-do]

For the unnames vampire au does Tommy look like a tiny human in this au or more animalisitic? Also what would you say Tommy's outfit and borrowing gear would look like for no reason in particular?

(sorry if either of these have been asked before I don't really remember if they have been)

tommy has a pretty human design! (i think...oh well i'm making it canon now) if anything was inhuman about him it would just be that his senses, reflexes, instincts, etc. are a little sharper than a normal human's would be, cause yk borrowers are NOT humans :)

aaas for his clothing design i'd say it's pretty basic, lots of cloaks & poorly sewn pants. he makes his stuff mainly out of wilbur's clothing because his closet is basically overflowing with clothing tommy has never even seen him wear, so it's not like he's gonna miss it much lol

but i DID however have a thought! after tommy learns about the whole vampire thing, of course he wants to research it more! so expressing this, he's given exclusive access to the internet to look up what he needs AND a bonus movie marathon with the three on vampire movies, to which sbi points out the things they got wrong and the things they got right :D

and in addition to learning all of this vampire stuff (especially the more like stereotypical vampire media) he makes a cloak to resemble a "classic vampires'" and it becomes his pride and joy for weeks :] he just sulks around the counter "all mysterious and shit" (his words)

dw anon idk half of the things i make canon, i learn new information about my aus every day :D just yesterday i had to look up where i was going with swapped cause i COMPLETELY forgot </3

and thank you for the lovely questions :3

[miscellaneoussmp]

Spiderbit Fluff or Fright Day 2: Cuddles

(Once again, a drabble from my vampire and ghost au. Warning for blood and violence mentions)

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Roier misses physical touch. He misses being able to feel the world around him. He misses hugs and hand holding. Maybe he just misses his family. He misses squeezing Leonarda so tight while she squirmed in his hold. He misses being squeezed by their dads. Roier misses cuddling. He sighs as he leans over the back of Cellbit's chair and wraps his arms around him. If Roier was corporeal, and if Cellbit's heart was still beating, Roier's hands would be able to feel Cellbit's heartbeat. Roier doubts Cellbit can feel the hug. He hopes he can. Cellbit seems to shift a tiny bit. He knows Roier is around. Does he know that Roier has his arms around him? "I've never been one for physical affection," the vampire says. "Though my sister says I was the exact opposite when we were kids." Cellbit leans back, and Roier follows the movement as if the hug was actually physical. He knows. "I think she romanticizes our childhood." Roier wants to know more. He wants to share his own romanticized childhood as if he has positive memories from before he was adopted. As if he actually spent time with his twin brother. Were they physically affectionate? Did they share a crib? Roier doesn't remember. His first memory is in his dads' arms. His last memory, alive, is laying alone in a pool of his own blood. "Thank you for the hug, Roier. I needed it." Cellbit says. If Roier could blush, he would.

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[avlillustrations]

Closer look at Kitty's Unnamed fantasy au design. Her dreads took forever to figure out!

[copper-skulls]

"haha wha tif I gave the vampire au grillby firebirds aspect or make like. one nod to the fairytale" WRONG he IS the firebird now.

[mac-ann-cheese]

Happy Halloween! ₍⁠₍⁠ ⁠◝⁠(⁠　ﾟ⁠∀⁠ ﾟ⁠ ⁠)⁠◟⁠ ⁠⁾⁠⁾

Tbh, 2010s halloween outfits kinda slap. Newer ones are spectacular too, don't get me wrong!! However I prefer those, something in them is just nostalgic.

Behind the cut is crazy amount of words.

Sooo, I wouldn't put it as a big and detailed au, but some thoughts behind my drawing: I drew my ideas from fanfic/comic (don't actually remember), where Francis sort of died in Arthur's typical vampire castle and became a ghost, and I focused on more what had happened before that.

It's the 18th century, unindentified place. Francis, an heir to a generic grand fortune, spends his life (and money) on pointlessly expensive parties. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he discovers that he got chronically ill-ed by fate, cause she didn't like his way of living. Maybe the plague got him or tuberculosis, something, that can't be fully cured at that time. Of course, this unpleasant finding shakes up the whole world for Francis and... actually nothing changes. "I'm still going to die, why to waste time on lamenting?", - he probably thought, partially accepting his demise. But people drew away from him, as you know, sickness are easily spread. The only way for him having fun was closed. Nobody would invite or let him in social events even for loads of money. And that's the reason behind searching for someone who could genuinely stand to have him around.

Like any unnamed cities do, there is always a guy who lives on the outskirts of the town for a mysterious reason... Nobody knew that Arthur is a vampire, however he acted little bit on the unusual side in the public, so no one liked to tolerate him enough to communicate with. Being already a pretty unlucky man overall and having NO friends makes Arthur to long for any mortal (or not) soul to talk to. Maybe he will try not eating them first before deciding to have a chit chat.

And by logic of any wonderful universe, the seekers found each other.

Getting turned away at another late party, Francis bumps in Arthur, who was lurking for unfortunate drunkard around the place. "Um, mister," , - Francis probably wondered out loud, - "why are you hiding behind that pillar? Wait, don't turn away, I've seen you", - as a response he gets only cat-like hisses. And then Francis makes another unpleasant discovery about himself - he is into whatever the fuck is going on with this guy in a goofy looking top hat and a coat. That fateful night Arthur got himself a literal follower.

With the fact of being known Arthur was annoyed for couple of days, but quickly overcome his aversion. It was nice to have someone around for the first time in centuries. Even though Francis's blood tasted repulsively sweet of his malady, it was way better than a beggar.

And Francis met a companion for endless conversation and hanging out. In the dark, sadly. On the other side, Arthur's got a castle... Francis doesn't have that much time left, but will get used to all that biting quirks and hate of the sun of his newfound friend (no, he won't get a slightest idea of connection to vampires. Poor him!).