#vamp bee au

[elixirscat]

TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY???? OMGGGGG

i call this one reworking (its for my au ofc)

[ateezscupid]

Can I request an Ateez Vampire Yeosang x reader where it's her first time everything? First time orgasm, first time squirt so he makes her squirt a couple times, first time having sex and she bleeds and freaks so he helps her and calms her through it? Very smutty and extremely fluffy?

Probably the smuttiest thing I've written with Yeosang ever????

𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬. ♡

warnings ─ medieval au, vamp!yeosang, human!fem reader, implication of turning reader into a vampire (doesn't happen, but yeosang does bite reader on the neck twice), yeosang and reader are married, fluff

tags ─ @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @jeonride

m.list ┃ nsfw warnings under the cut.

warnings ─ soft!dom yeosang, sub!reader, loss of virginity, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise and degradation, pet names, unprotected sex, overstimulation, squirting, mention of pee (no, not in the nasty way LOL)

Yeosang sat on the sprawling porch of your ancient mansion, the sun's warm embrace barely peeking through the dense canopy of the surrounding forest. He nursed a cup of tea, the delicate porcelain warming his fingertips as he held it with a gentle grip. The newspaper lay folded beside him, forgotten as his gaze drifted to the garden, his girlfriend worked with a quiet determination. You had your back to him, your slender form moving rhythmically as you tended to the blooming flowers. Your hair was pulled back in a loose bun, and every so often, a tendril would escape, dancing in the gentle breeze. The sight of you filled him with a sense of peace and a yearning that was both new and familiar.

Your movements were graceful, a silent pattern of care and dedication that spoke of your love for the earth and the life it nurtured. Yeosang felt his chest tighten, his fangs throb gently in response to the allure of your humanity. He set the tea and newspaper aside, the rustle of the pages a small rebellion against the serene quiet of the afternoon. Slowly, he rose from his chair, his long shadow stretching out before him as he descended the porch steps.

The soft scent of blooming roses filled the air as he approached you, your crimson petals a stark contrast to your skin. He could hear the distant sound of bees industriously collecting nectar, a gentle hum that seemed to echo the thrum of his own pulse. When he reached you, he didn't say a word. Instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close so that you could feel the beat of his heart against your back.

You stiffened for a moment, your gardening sheers hovering in midair, before relaxing into his embrace. Your cheeks flushed a delicate pink, a color that stood out starkly against the emerald of your eyes. You leaned back into him, your head tilting slightly to the side as you looked up at him with a shy smile. "What is it?" you asked, your voice a soft melody that made him want to pull you even closer.

Yeosang leaned down, his breath a whisper against your ear. "Just watching you," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You're so beautiful." He felt the rapid flutter of your heartbeat, a tantalizing reminder of the life that flowed through your veins. He resisted the urge to bite, instead pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. You giggled, the sound music to his centuries-old ears.

You stood there for a moment, basking in the simple pleasure of each other's company. Then, Yeosang spoke again, his words a soft coax. "Take a break," he suggested. "Come inside with me." You hesitated, your hands still clutching the sheers, but the desire in his voice was palpable. After a moment, you nodded, allowing him to lead you away from the garden and into the dimly lit mansion. The door closed with a soft click behind them, leaving the outside world and its mundane tasks at bay.

In the cool interior of the house, Yeosang led you up the grand staircase, his steps silent on the plush carpet that lined the steps. You made your way to the master bedroom, a sanctuary of velvet and lace that smelled faintly of your mingled scents. He could feel the anticipation building within you, a sweet, intoxicating aroma that made his fangs throb in anticipation.

Once inside, you pulled away from his embrace and danced over to the walk-in closet, your eyes scanning the racks of clothes. Yeosang leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with a smoldering gaze. "What are you looking for?" he asked, his tone playful.

"Something to wear tonight," you replied, your cheeks still flushed from your earlier encounter. You pulled out a few garments, holding them up to the light that streamed through the stained-glass window. Each piece was a whisper of fabric that promised to leave little to the imagination, and Yeosang felt his heart race at the thought of you wearing them.

He pushed himself off the frame, stalking closer to you with a predatory grace that made your pulse quicken. "Why bother with clothes?" he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "You're already the most beautiful thing in this room." He took a garment from your hand, a delicate piece of black lace, and let it slide through his fingers. You giggled, swatting his hand away and hiding your face in his chest.

With a playful growl, Yeosang wrapped his arms around you again, lifting you off the floor and spinning you around. You squealed in surprise and delight, your laughter echoing through the room. He set you down, your feet barely touching the plush rug before he captured your mouth in a hungry kiss. His fangs grazed your lower lip, and you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut as you melted into him. He could feel your heart racing, the sweet scent of your arousal mixing with the earthy smell of the garden soil that clung to your skin.

Your kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as Yeosang backed you towards the bed. You stumbled slightly, your hands clutching at his shirt. He broke away, his eyes searching yours for permission, for the confirmation that you were ready for what was to come. When you nodded, your eyes wide and trusting, he felt a surge of love and desire that was almost overwhelming.

Gently, he laid you down, his body hovering over yours as he began to remove your gardening clothes. Each layer revealed more of your smooth skin, and he couldn't resist the urge to kiss and nibble the soft flesh he uncovered. Your breath hitched as his fangs grazed your collarbone, and you arched your back, inviting him to continue. The tension in the air grew thick, a heady mix of excitement and nerves.

"Your skin is like porcelain," Yeosang murmured, his voice thick with desire as he unbuttoned your blouse. "Soft, delicate, and begging to be touched." He peeled back the fabric, his eyes drinking in the sight of your lacy bra, the cups a delicate cradle for the treasures beneath. "These…" He trailed off, his fingertips tracing the edge of the lace. "They hide the most beautiful parts of you." With a flick of his wrist, the bra was gone, your breasts spilling free. He took one in his hand, his thumb brushing over your erect nipple. You gasped, your back arching off the bed.

"And these…" He leaned down, his breath hot against your skin as he trailed kisses down your stomach. "These curves drive me wild." He tugged at the waistband of your trousers, his eyes never leaving yours. "Every inch of you is perfection, and I want to worship it all." Your hands trembled as you helped him, sliding the fabric over your hips and revealing the matching lace of your panties.

When you were naked before him, Yeosang sat back on his haunches, his eyes roving over your body with a reverence reserved for the most sacred of artifacts. He took your hand in his, his gaze intense. "Are you sure, my love?" His thumb traced the veins that pulsed with your life beneath your skin. "Once you give yourself to me, there's no turning back. You'll be mine, forever."

Your eyes searched his, finding the love and protection you craved. You nodded, your voice a soft whisper. "I'm ready. I trust you." The weight of your words hung in the air, a silent promise that bound you together in ways you hadn't yet fully comprehended. But you knew that you wanted this, needed this connection with him more than you'd ever needed anything.

Yeosang took a deep breath, his chest expanding with the gravity of what was about to happen. He leaned in, his fangs grazing the soft skin of your neck. "If you change your mind, you know you can tell me." He kissed your collarbone, his tongue darting out to taste your sweetness. "But know that once we start, I'll crave more than just your blood." His voice grew softer, a seductive purr that sent shivers down your spine. "I'll want your body, your soul… everything that makes you, you."

Your pulse raced at his words, your heart fluttering like a caged bird. You nodded again, more firmly this time. "I'm ready," you repeated, your voice stronger, more assured. "I want this. I want you."

He smiled, a soft, tender curve of his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Good," he said, his voice a dark promise. "Because I've wanted this for so long." With that, he leaned down, his fangs sinking gently into the flesh of your neck. You gasped, your body stiffening before melting into the bed beneath him. The coppery taste of your blood filled his mouth, a symphony of sensation that made his head spin. He drank, savoring each drop, as he continued to tease and explore your body with his hands.

Your legs parted for him, an unspoken invitation that he couldn't resist. He kissed his way down your torso, his hands skimming over your hips, your thighs, before finally reaching your core. His eyes widened at the sight of you. You were a vision of innocence and desire, your pink flesh glistening with need. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste you, to learn the secrets of your body. Your hips jerked, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"You taste like heaven," he whispered, his voice muffled against your sensitive skin as he traced the seam of your sex with his tongue. You gripped the bed sheets, your knuckles turning white as you fought to hold onto reality. "Every part of you, so sweet, so perfect." His words were a gentle caress against your soul as he explored you with an almost reverent hunger.

Your body responded to his touch in a symphony of sensation. Each flick of his tongue, each suck of his lips, sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, threatening to drown you in a sea of ecstasy. Incoherent sounds tumbled from your mouth, a mix of whimpers and moans that grew louder as he worked his magic.

"Do you like this?" he asked, his eyes looking up at you, filled with a fiery need. You nodded, unable to form coherent words as he swirled his tongue around the swollen bud of your clit. "I love making you feel this way," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're so responsive, so beautiful."

Your hips began to rock against his mouth, a silent plea for more. He obliged, his tongue pressing harder, his strokes becoming more insistent. You could feel the tension building within you, a coil winding tighter and tighter with each pass of his mouth. Your breath hitched, your chest heaving as you approached the edge of something you'd never felt before.

And then you were there, teetering on the brink, the world around you fading into a blur of sensation. Yeosang's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched your body convulse, your first orgasm ripping through you with the force of a tempest. You cried out his name, the sound echoing through the bedroom and sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. He lapped at you, savoring your sweet release, his own need growing with each tremor that wracked your frame.

As your climax subsided, Yeosang moved up your body, kissing and nibbling along the way. He hovered over you, his eyes a dark, endless pool of desire. "Again," he whispered, his fangs retracted but the hunger in his gaze was unmistakable. "I want to feel you come apart for me again."

Your eyes were glazed with passion, and your cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson. "I-I don't know if I can," you murmured, your voice tremulous with the aftershocks of pleasure. But Yeosang knew you better than you knew yourself, and he recognized the challenge in your words. He kissed you, his tongue delving into your mouth, sharing your taste with you. You moaned into the kiss, your body already responding to his command.

He slid two fingers inside you, his thumb circling your clit with the same rhythm that had driven your over the edge moments before.

"Good girl," he praised, his tone low and seductive. "You're so wet for me."

Your cheeks burned at his words, but you couldn't deny the truth of them. Your body was responding to him in a way that was utterly foreign, and yet it felt so incredibly right. You bit your lower lip, trying to keep your moans of pleasure from escaping as he grew bolder, his strokes becoming more insistent.

You bucked against his hand, your nails digging into his shoulders as you sought purchase. He felt you tighten around him, your breath coming in short gasps. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice a gentle rumble. Your eyes snapped open, locking with his, and he watched the realization dawn in them as you felt the beginnings of another climax building.

"Yeah, baby, that's it," he murmured, his praise sending a jolt of pleasure through you. "You're so beautiful when you come."

The way he talked to you, the way he touched you, it was all so overwhelming. You felt a mix of pleasure and a hint of something else, something darker that you couldn't quite put your finger on. It was as if he was claiming you, marking you as his own with every stroke and every syllable of praise that slipped from his lips. And you liked it, more than you cared to admit.

Your breathing grew ragged, and you could feel the tension building inside you like a storm about to break. Your eyes went wide as you felt a sudden, unfamiliar sensation building in your lower abdomen. Your body began to quake as a second, more powerful orgasm ripped through you like a bolt of lightning. He knew it too, his eyes burning into yours as he whispered, "You're going to come for me, aren't you?"

It was both a question and a command, and you found yourself nodding frantically, your hips rising off the bed to meet his hand. His fingers moved faster, pressing harder, and you could feel the dam about to burst.

"You're going to squirt for me," he said, his voice a dark promise. "I want to feel it, baby."

"Yeosang," you stutter trying to form a sentence. "I-I feel like--" you felt embarrassed to say it.

"You feel like you're going to come," he finishes for you, his voice a smug whisper. "It's alright. Just let go."

"I-I feel like peeing-," you mumble. "S-Stop, I don't-"

"Shh," he hushes, his thumb circling your clit with a maddening precision. "It's not pee, it's your body's natural response to pleasure." His voice is soothing, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches you closely. "Trust me, it's going to feel amazing."

"Squirt for me."

The word "squirt" was like a trigger, and you felt your body tighten around his fingers as the most intense pleasure you'd ever experienced washed over you. It was as if you'd been holding your breath for an eternity and were finally allowed to exhale. You cried out, your eyes squeezed shut as you rode the wave, feeling your muscles spasm and release in a delicious, liquid rush. A rush of liquid spilled from you, soaking the sheets beneath you. You could feel the warmth spreading between your thighs, a sensation that was both shocking and exhilarating. Yeosang's eyes widened in surprise and delight as he watched your body respond.

The release is unlike anything you've ever felt before, a mix of pleasure and relief that leaves you panting and trembling. Yeosang's eyes are wide with excitement, his fangs peeking out slightly as he watches you come apart in his arms. He pulls his hand away, his fingers glistening with your arousal, and brings them to his mouth, licking them clean.

Your eyes widen as you watch him, the realization of what just happened finally sinking in. "Oh my god," you whisper, your voice shaky. "What was that?"

"That," he says with a smug smile, "was your body giving in to me." He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours. "You're mine now, in every way that counts."

"Now stay still," he murmured, his voice filled with desire. "You're so perfect. Doing so good for me. Let me help you finish." He didn't stop his ministrations, instead, his thumb pressed harder, his fingers moving faster as he coaxed another wave of pleasure from your trembling form. The sensation was unlike anything you had ever felt, a delicious pressure that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head.

The feeling grew more intense, the warm liquid continuing to spill out of you until you were sure you would drown in it. Yeosang's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched you, his own arousal evident in the hard line of his cock pressed against your thigh. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste the newfound wetness, a growl of pleasure rumbling in his chest.

The intimacy of the moment was almost too much to bear. Your body was laid bare before him, a canvas of passion and need. But instead of feeling embarrassed or shy, you felt powerful, like you had unlocked some ancient, primal part of yourself that had been waiting for this very moment.

He kissed you deeply, the taste of your own release on his lips a heady aphrodisiac that only served to fan the flames of your desire. Your hips rocked against his hand, your body begging for more, even as you felt the last tremors of your second orgasm fade.

When you opened your eyes again, you found him watching you, his gaze filled with love and an almost tangible hunger. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle despite the urgency in his touch.

"Yes," you breathed, your voice shaky with pleasure. "More than okay. That was… incredible."

He smiled, his fangs peeking out slightly as he kissed you again. "I'm not done with you yet," he whispered, his eyes dark with need. "Now, let me show you what else I can do."

He slid his hand away, and you felt a moment of loss before he positioned himself between your legs. His cock nudged at your entrance, and you gasped at the sheer size of him. But you were so wet, so ready, that you knew you could take him.

With a gentle push, he entered you, the sensation of him filling you, unlike anything you'd ever felt before. You tensed for a moment, pain ripping through your body. He paused, his eyes searching yours for any sign of distress, his concern clear even in the throes of his own passion. "You're okay?" he asked, his voice tight with restraint.

"I…" you went silent, your hands reaching for his forearm. He watched you intently, the love in his gaze almost too much to handle as you felt a sudden rush of wetness between your legs, not just from your arousal, but the blood that accompanied your first time. The sight of it made you panic, and you looked up at him with wide, scared eyes. "What's happening?" you whispered, your voice shaking.

Yeosang leaned down, his forehead against yours, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's okay," he soothed, his voice calm and steady. "It's just a little blood. It's normal." He kissed you gently, tasting the hint of fear in your mouth. "I'm with you," he assured you, his hands moving to gently cup your cheeks. "I'll never hurt you."

Taking a shaky breath, you nodded, your eyes never leaving his. He pushed in a little further, your body stretching around him, and you bit your bottom lip to stifle a gasp. It hurt, but you didn't want him to stop. You could feel him, so deep inside you, and you knew that you were his, forever. The pain was a strange sort of pleasure, a reminder of the bond you were forming.

As he began to move, your eyes drifted shut, and you focused on the feeling of him inside you. The pain began to recede, replaced by a deep, insatiable need that grew with every stroke. Your body felt alive in a way it never had before, your muscles tightening around him like a vice.

"You feel so good, my love," Yeosang murmured, his voice thick with passion as he began to move within you, his strokes slow and gentle at first. He watched your face, your expressions a tapestry of pain and pleasure that painted a picture of the virginity you were giving to him. He knew he had to be careful, had to make sure you enjoyed this moment, that you felt comfortable and loved.

Your nails dug into his arms, but you didn't push him away. Instead, you clung to him, your body adjusting to the new sensation as he continued to move, each thrust a little deeper, a little harder than the last. The blood had stopped, but the memory of it made him ache for more, made him want to claim you fully. But he held back, knowing that this was your moment, your first time, and he needed to make it perfect for you.

Your breathing grew ragged as you began to move with him, your hips rising to meet his. He kissed you, his fangs grazing your lower lip as he tasted the lingering fear that mingled with the sweetness of your blood. "You're mine," he murmured against your mouth, his voice a dark promise that sent a thrill of excitement through you.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you nodded, your voice a soft whisper. "Yeah, I'm yours."

The words seemed to unleash something within him, a primal need held in check by his love and respect for you. He began to move faster, his hips slapping against yours as he claimed you in the most intimate way possible. You moaned, your nails now raking down his back as you arched into him, your body begging for more.

Yeosang could feel his own release building, the pressure at the base of his spine growing unbearable. He reached down, his thumb finding your clit, and began to rub it in tight circles.

Your eyes shot open, and you stared at him, your pupils dilated with lust. "Yeosang," you gasped, his name a plea on your lips.

He leaned in, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "You're so tight, so wet," he whispered, his words hot against your skin. "You're going to feel so good when I come inside you."

Your body tensed, your nails digging into his back as you tried to hold onto the last shreds of your sanity. But it was no use. His words, his touch, it was all too much, and you felt yourself hurtling towards another climax. This one was different, though. It was as if your entire being was coiled tightly, ready to snap.

"Oh god," you whimpered, your hips bucking up to meet him. "I'm going to come again."

He grinned, his fangs glinting in the dim light. "Do it," he urged, his voice a dark caress. "Come for me, baby. Show me how much you like it."

With a strangled cry, you did just that. Your body spasmed around him, your muscles clenching as you came harder than you ever had before.

Yeosang watched you with a mix of awe and pride, his own climax a distant thunderstorm on the horizon of his pleasure. He knew he could keep you on this precipice for hours if he wanted to, but he also knew that this was your first time, and he didn't want to push your too far too soon. So, with a gentle kiss to your forehead, he pulled out, your juices coating his cock in a warm, sticky mess.

He sat up, his eyes never leaving yours, and reached for a pillow behind you. Carefully, he placed it under your hips, elevating you to the perfect angle. He kept your thighs spread, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he positioned himself above your once more. The pillow made your feel even more exposed, more vulnerable, and you bit your lip as you watched him enter your again.

This time, his movements were more deliberate, his strokes slower and deeper. You could feel every inch of him, the veins of his cock pulsing with each thrust. The pain had mostly subsided, leaving behind a deep, all-consuming need that you hadn't known existed. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him closer, your heels digging into his back.

Your eyes remained locked as he began to move again, his hips rolling into yours in a rhythm that was as old as time.

His hand slid from your thigh to your lower stomach, his fingers pressing down firmly, guiding your movements, setting the pace. You gasped as the pressure built, your nails digging into his back as you felt the beginnings of a third orgasm coiling within you. Yeosang watched you with an almost painful hunger, his eyes dark with desire.

Your words grew more desperate, more explicit with each passing second. "H-Harder," you begged, your voice a needy whine. "D-Don't stop, please, don't ever stop..." He could feel his own climax approaching, a warm tingle at the base of his spine, but he held back, determined to give you everything you needed.

He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a fierce kiss as his hand moved lower, his fingers sliding through your wetness to find your clit. He circled it with the same rhythm as his hips, feeling your body tighten around him. The dirtiness of your pleas only fueled his desire, his own moans growing louder as he felt your body responding to his touch.

Your movements grew erratic, your bodies moving in perfect harmony as the room filled with the sounds of your passion. Yeosang's whispers grew more heated, his words a delicious mix of sweet praise and dark need. "You're so tight," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "So wet and perfect for me." His fangs grazed the soft skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

Your moans grew louder, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he continued to push you closer to the edge. "You're going to come again, aren't you?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "You're going to scream my name as I fuck you so hard you forget your own." His words were a heady mix of love and possession, and you couldn't help but respond to them, your body arching off the bed as you neared climax once more.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice a seductive purr. "T-Take it, take everything I give you." He thrust harder, his fingers working in tandem with his cock, pushing you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you let out a scream of pleasure, your nails raking down his back.

Your body convulsed around him, your pussy clenching in a vice-like grip as you came for a third time, your orgasm shaking you to your very core. Yeosang watched you with a mix of love and hunger, his own release just out of reach. He knew he was close, his body trembling with the effort to hold back, but he wanted to make sure you were satisfied beyond all measure before he gave in to his own needs.

With a gentle but firm hand, he rolled you onto your stomach, your ass in the air, and your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. You whimpered, your body still sensitive from your previous climaxes, but the position was one of submission and trust, and you knew he would never hurt you. He kissed the back of your neck, his teeth scraping lightly against your skin as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You could feel his cock, still hard and slick with your arousal, pressing against your thigh.

He reached around you, his hand finding your clit again, his fingers resuming your relentless dance. You moaned, your hips moving involuntarily as you felt the beginnings of another climax coil within you. It was too much, you thought, your body couldn't possibly take any more. But you were wrong. Each touch, each stroke, brought you closer to the precipice once more.

"Y-Yeosang," you cry out, your face now falling into the pillows. "T-Too much--"

"Never too much," he whispers, his voice thick with need. He slides into you from behind, the new angle sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You feel filled and complete like you're made for this. His hand moves to your hip, his grip firm, guiding your movements as he begins to thrust. You push back into him, the angle hitting your g-spot with precision, making you moan into the fabric.

Your rhythm builds, your bodies moving together like you're one entity. You're lost in the sensations, your mind a whirlwind of pleasure. You've never felt so alive, so utterly consumed by someone else. His teeth graze your shoulder, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. You know what's coming, but the anticipation only makes you wetter.

"I need you," he says, his voice strained. "I need all of you."

The words send a shiver down your spine. You nod, your voice lost in the symphony of pleasure. He sinks his fangs into your neck, the pain sharp and brief. The taste of your blood fills his mouth, and it's like nothing he's ever known. He groans, his hips moving faster as he drinks from you, feeling your pulse against his tongue. You gasp, your body tightening around him, and he knows you're close.

With a final, desperate push, he feels your orgasm ripple through you, your pussy clenching around him like a fist. It's all the encouragement he needs. He pulls out of you, his cock pulsing with his own release. He comes all over your back, the warmth of his cum mixing with the sticky wetness between your legs.

For a moment, you're both still, panting, your hearts racing in tandem. Then, Yeosang pulls you into his arms, turning you so you're nestled against his chest. He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your lips. His tongue laps at the wound on your neck, healing it with his saliva. You shiver, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

"How was it?" he asks, his voice gentle.

"It was…" you trail off, trying to find the words. "A-Amazing," you finally say, your voice a whisper. "I didn't know it could feel like that."

He smiles, his eyes shining with love. "I'm glad I could be the one to show you." He runs his hand through your hair, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

"But we're not done yet."

[ashintheairlikesnow]

This Reality

For @amonthofwhump's day 3 and day 4:

3: George Bailey “We’ve lost everything we have.” | Disowned Drowning | Comfort: Christmas Market

4: The Grinch Sedatives | Blackmail | Yandere Whumper | Comfort: Ugly Sweater Party

Follows on this piece exploring the AU of Chris never being rescued/running away and instead being abandoned years later on the street

CW: Drug use, drugged whumpee, references to noncon/dubcon scattered throughout

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“Hey.”

A foot nudges against his side, but Baldur barely notices the pressure pushing into one rib. He’s drowning and it feels wonderful. The push of the pill through his veins keeps him languid and loose-limbed, lying on the ground with his eyes open, staring up into the watercolor sunset. He can feel the earth turning on its axis, spinning wildly in the empty universe. The pinks and reds in the clouds above him shift and change with the movement. 

Everything was so loud today. There are people everywhere, crowding together for the Christmas parade. He’d taken his usual route around looking for someone who might give him a bed to sleep in if he handed over the body everyone used anyway, but instead of the usual handful he knew, there had been police officers watching with their handler-like eyes, groups of families fighting and laughing and shouting.

The Christmas market and parade. He’d forgotten about it.

His Sir had always given a speech at the parade, ridden in a float. Baldur had watched him on television each year, lying in silence on the floor, wondering if he missed his Sir or was glad for the time alone. Desperately grateful for any time at all where he wasn’t afraid.

But then he’d forgotten it would still happen, even after his Sir didn’t want him anymore. 

Today had been terrifying. People everywhere and he’d had to push through them as he moved, the constant weight of their voices pressing his brain into a smaller and smaller space, bouncing around the inside of his skull. 

He’d caught himself shifting his hands, trying to flap, had to stop himself - stillness is better than what I do - repeating his handler’s mantra for him in his mind over and over and over again. But if he couldn’t move, he couldn’t get the sounds out from under his skin. Everything had been crawling over him, laying against him, buzzing like bees in his ears and behind his teeth.

Then he’d run into Vamp, a runaway like him who works a corner at night and a convenience store counter during daylight. She’d seen the look on his face when he ducked inside to hold off the worst of the noise and told him to wait while she got something out of her purse. She’d even bought him a bottle of water to wash it down with.

About an hour after that, and in the hours since, everything has been soft around the edges, the noise bouncing off of him. There’s a wall between him and the rest of the world. He doesn’t even know when he got to the park, only that at some point he stopped standing upright and instead was like this. Nothing ached in his legs and arms any longer, his mind no longer buzzed with the weight of the noise.

It feels just like the mornings at home with Sir, or when he’d gone off to work for the day and left Baldur behind, dozing drugged in his bed waiting for him to come back.

He used to cry all the time, when Sir was gone, wishing he could think again. Palming the pills when he dared. Now he just wishes he could at least go back to the quiet room and the comfortable bed, to one man demanding access to him in exchange for his life, instead of many. But the pill helps.

A little.

The foot nudges him again.

“Hey, are you-... are you dead?”

Baldur manages a blink. He has to consciously tell his head to move on the stem of his neck to look to the left now and see the man leaning over him, staring down. 

Vaguely familiar, with wild black curls ringing a perfectly lovely face, big warm blue eyes, dark brows a little knit together with concern. The guy who bought him breakfast a couple of weeks ago, he thinks, after they’d been the stars of the show in that house the night before. That had been fun, Baldur thinks. Maybe. Or had it not been? Skin on skin never feels good, but he’s supposed to act like it does. Sometimes he blanks out and he thinks his body has fun, then… His lips move with his thoughts, unable to separate enough not to. 

The man squints. “Okay, so not dead, definitely moving and breathing, but… are you, like, OD-ing, or… what is this whole thing happening here? What am I looking at?”

“... colors,” Baldur whispers, and looks back up into the sky above him. Grass tickles the back of his neck and the palms of his hands. “Night, soon. Then we’ll see stars, stars dead… a billion years ago. Far enough… far enough away… we still see the lights. Like me. Dead but you still see me… dead, but the image… like ghosts. Like… us.”

The man’s frown deepens, but he drops into a crouch, laying a hand on Baldur’s forehead, pressing a palm to his cheeks one after the other. He closes his eyes at the touch and pushes up into it like a cat. His Sir never cared enough to check him for fevers like that. He has fuzzy memories of a woman, dark hair, smiling eyes, who would do that. Oh, sweet boy. You’re on fire, huh? The image dissolves, though, before he can hang onto it or turn the impression into a real memory. It leaves an imprint of pain behind, making him wince.

The man pulls his hand quickly away, and Baldur fights back the urge to whimper at the loss.

No one touches him anymore unless they want to fuck him about it. He’s so tired of just wanting someone to hold him and stop there. 

The man sighs, shifting to sit down. “Just really fucked up, huh? I get it.” After a pause, the man lies down beside him, fingers laced together behind his head, following Baldur’s gaze to the sky. “I do that, too. What’s got you wanting to fuck off out of this reality tonight?”

Baldur doesn’t answer.

Instead, he thinks for a long, long moment of silence, and then manages, “... I forgot your name.”

“Kauri,” The man answers readily, without offense. “That’s okay. I remember you said you’re called… Baldur, right?”

“My Sir… called me that.” Baldur blinks again, his eyes shutting with a clang in his mind like garage doors before opening back up again. The thought makes him smile. “I… don’t like it much. But there… isn’t any other.”

“Oh.” Kauri thinks that over. Then asks, “What do the guys you fuck call you?”

“... baby. Sweetheart. Sexy…”

“Yeah, I guess there’s only so many nicknames in bed. Do you want to be Baldur?”

“... no.”

“Oh. Then… you can pick your own new name, if you want.”

It takes a little while for the statement to work its way in. He hears the words but they don’t really land, just sort of flit around his head for a while trying to find a place to nest. He giggles at the thought, like pretty birds with wings chirping pick your own, your own, own new name, name you.

Kauri watches him, then exhales. There’s a fond sort of smile on his face, but it isn’t the kind of smile Baldur is used to seeing, one heavy with meaning. The kind of smile that comes before a hand on his ass or moving his head down where they want it. Baldur turns his head to look back. They’re inches apart. He’s probably supposed to kiss him, now.

But the pill makes it so he remembers that he doesn’t actually want to do that. It makes him so he can just lay here, and wait to be kissed or not kissed. It’s okay. Everything is okay, like this.

“Funny to see it from the outside,” Kauri murmurs, and then moves up on his elbows. “Hey. Listen. If you could call yourself anything else - not Baldur, or your number, just like anything else that you picked and you alone… what would you choose?”

Baldur blinks again. Lets the words settle, arrange themselves into something that makes sense. Then, he closes his eyes and drifts, almost asleep instantly as soon as he shuts himself away from the vision of the sky and the way the yellow-gold fading sunlight turns the hair of the man lying next to him to some kind of glimmering brilliance. “... -ris,” He mutters, the sound coming to mind without any thought.

“What?” Kauri pokes him in the nose, making him open his eyes with another giggle to see his confusion, which only makes Baldur laugh harder. “What’d you say? Did you say Chris?”

No.

But Baldur can’t say no, can he?

No, good boys only say yes.

“Yes,” He says, and puts his hands over his mouth to try and stop his giggles from escaping. He fails, and finds himself rubbing his feet one against the other even through his shoes, rolling from side to side. He thrills at the forbidden movements, something he can only do now, when his mind isn’t in control of him any longer, when the handler’s whispered demands and punishments aren’t the loudest thing he hears. 

“Oh, wow, you are gone,” Kauri says, a little enviously. “Well, damn. Man, and that was basically my plan tonight, too. That’s okay, though, nothing like playing babysitter to the world’s most beautiful park decoration for a few hours to make you appreciate sobriety, huh?”

Baldur’s laughter fades, replaced with a hazy frown. “... hours?”

“Right. Yeah. Cause the way you are right now, somebody’s going to murder you and you won’t even notice until like ten minutes after you’re dead. So I, being your self-declared fairy godmother of the evening, am going to keep an eye out and make sure this little Cinderella lives past midnight.”

Kauri pokes him in the nose again. 

“Got that, Chris?”

It sounds good, actually, that name. Baldur weighs it on his tongue. He mouths it, teeth close together and then opening, tongue moving. Chris. Chris. Chris.

“Chris-... Christopher,” He sounds out, slowly, thinking of a child’s movie he barely recalls, a teddy bear. “Christopher. But Chris.”

“Right. Once you sober up, I’ll get you something to eat and then I want you to go see a friend of mine. I think you could maybe use somewhere to crash for a while, and there’s a place I go - they don’t make you do anything, there. So I go there sometimes. There’s a shower and you can eat any of their food and nobody stops you. You’ll like it. How’s that sound?”

Baldur doesn’t hear anything Kauri says. He’s too busy sounding out the name he’s chosen inside his mind. But he knows from the way Kauri’s voice lilts up at the end that he’s been asked a question. So he just says, “Okay.”

“Great. So tell me more about the stars and shine on you crazy fucked-up diamond.”

Kauri lies back beside him, the side of his arm just barely touching Baldur’s, a warm touch grounding him to the earth without climbing on top of him or shoving a hand down his pants or telling him to shove his hand down someone else’s. Baldur lets his eyes close, and breathes in the cool air.

“A lot of the stars… are already dead. But, but we… still see them. Because the light, um, of dead… of the dead stars… still travels so, so far… and it takes so long… we see them shining… and, and they’re already gone…”

“Hm. I take it back. Talk to me about something less depressing than that.”

Baldur has to think for a long time to find something that fits. Then he offers, “I met… a man over by the red diner… who carves little horses out of wood. He told me that he used to… work with wild mustangs, horses, a long… long time ago…”

“Perfect.” Kauri’s smile is brilliant, and Baldur is caught by the sight of it, staring for a long time in silence with wide eyes at the way it shines. Those blue eyes catch his, their heads turned towards each other. “Well? Keep talking.”

Baldur swallows, and then slowly nods, and tries to think of all the funny people he’s met since his Sir decided he needed replaced. He stammers, sometimes, but Kauri doesn’t seem to notice or maybe just doesn’t care.

He doesn’t hear the handler’s voice in his head, either.

Not while Kauri is looking at him. For the first time since his Sir shoved him out of the car and drove away, he feels like someone cares.

[dan-i-am21]

Monster AU

Wymack master Vamp

Bee Fairy (potion based)

Abby Healer Elf (scroll hand based)

Kevin Vamp/Hunter

Andrew Biten Vamp

Neil Basilisk/Hunter (Basilisk is a made up dragon creature thing)

Aaron Turned Wolf

Nicky Elf

Dan Wolf

Matt Demon

Alison Witch (spell book ritual based)

Renee Siren

[triscribe]

WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @crystalshard, which may prove to be a miscalculation, 'cause boy-howdy do I have a lot of works in progress...

Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

/cracks knuckles

Star Wars: -Fulcrum & Family, the new Tano & Twins re-write -Dreamwalkers Luke and Leia -History Reversed with sequel trilogy Ahsoka, Luke, Ezra and students dropped back in the Clone Wars -Birds Fly sequel Can We Start Over, Bly's pov -Something Big is Happening (Misc/Understudies crossover) -Clone Wars Cass (DC/Batman crossover)

Marvel -The Big One (5+1 Spidey saves Morgan, Pepper meets Doc Strange, Another Chance conclusion with Wanda) -Kids Club, post-Civil War kidnapping fixit -MCU Miles Morales, title tbd -Spider Assassins AU, multi-continuity-combination -X-Fire, Laura/Wolverine, Gabby/Honeybadger, and Rachel/Phoenix -Heroes of Tomorrow re-write with way more kids from different superhero groups/families

DC -Pantheon AU -the revised Alf-verse (22 Bat-grandkids and counting) -Rotten Luck re-vamp (Young Justice season one Team in the Justice League Unlimited universe) -Continuations: The Batman "seasons six and seven" if I ever get around to re-writing the early stuff (my very first fan fic ever, I've improved a lot since those high school days) -Teen Titans meet Robin's horde of younger siblings (original cartoon) -Battorian AU (Diana is human, Clark's a demigod, Bruce came from another planet) -Mandalorian/Star Wars AU (Mando Alfred adopts orphaned Bruce. This is the Way.)

HP -Pair of Potters sequel, year two for Heather, official year one for Harry, the beginning of a long headache for Dumbledore -Founder Foundlings, reincarnation fic -Cheers to the Wish, more Guardian Ghosts Lily and James -Philosopher's Mirror, canon-divergence of the unintended resurrection variety -the third effing chapter of Muggle is as Muggle Does -Thief!Harry AU, my all-out middle finger to the Author Who Shall Not Be Named

Transformers -Terratron AU (Bee meets Dragonfly, Elita makes Artemis, Bee and Fly stumble across Megatron and Rion, Prowl and Beats, Beats finds Jazz, accidental babysitter Serrate, Hornet and her big race, etc etc) -Hard Facts and Simple Truths, humanformers AU -TFAnimated swapped 'verse, with Elita Prime and her team of spacebridge technicians: Arcee, Ironhide, Wasp, and Jazz -G1 sparkling-Starlane AU -TFPrime crossover with Hot Wheels: Battle Force Five

Atla -follow-up to A Small Condition, aka the "Monk Gyatso goes into the iceberg with Aang and Zuko assumes *he* is the Avatar" AU -continuation of Ursa leaving royal life and stumbling across a dying dragon who entrusts her with a baby and two unhatched eggs -Avatar!Yue learns airbending from Aang's grandkids and that whole big mess of world-altering changes

My Hero Academia -Doubles AU (finishing Brand New Day and getting a move on with Double Take as a canon re-write with Pro Hero Shimura Tenko) -continuation for Great Beasts of the Mountain -third chapter of Instinct, my first A/B/O attempt -more next generation fluff, the Archive and Guardian saga

Misc -Sea Beast fic where Crow gets injured, suffers total amnesia, the doctor who patches him up sends for Jacob, and there's a very awkward dance between them and Maisie and Blue as the old man slowly gets his memories back -The Faceless Wolf, a mildly (make that incredibly) ambitious Game of Thrones canon-divergence attempt -Jamie Reagan and the Terrible Horrible No-Good Very Bad Day, a Blue Bloods whump idea I've had rattling around for a while -Milo and Claggor Survived AU from LoL Arcane -Grandboss Gibbs, a bittersweet NCIS fic that would, in my opinion, have been a better end to the series than trying to go on without the main character of the show -Storm Hawks past-and-present-collide idea with some previous generation OCs -Edge Chronicles TWIG GETS TO MEET HIS MOTHER DAGNABIT -may as well throw in what will be my second self-published book, Trials of Youth, because the current draft is definitely a work in progress

Aaand we'll call that good. Now to see if I get any nibbles...

(I know the game says tag a person for each WIP but I don't think I've got that many writing acquaintances on here, so instead I've got one person per fandom grouping)

@wafflesrisa @eirianerisdar @jinxquickfoot @theredscreech @resamille @tarisilmarwen @icarussmicarus @gallusrostromegalus

[hbyrde36]

Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter

Or,

The Anita Blake AU/Steddie mashup that nobody asked for but i'm having far too much fun with.

ao3

Chapter 1: Old Friends

Years ago, long before he'd started raising the dead professionally for his father's company in Indianapolis, Harrington’s Animators Inc, Steve Harrington had been known as the best babysitter in Hawkins. The city wasn’t all that far from his old hometown so, occasionally he would run into one of his old charges. All of them were grown now, a few even enrolled at the nearby college. Dustin Henderson was the first kid he ever babysat and, although he'd deny it if anyone asked, the little shit had always been his favorite.

The boy currently sitting across the desk from him looked much the same as he had a year and a half ago, the last time Steve had seen him. Before he'd died.

Steve wasn’t an idiot, he knew the rules, but he looked Dustin in the eyes anyway. It was quick, just long enough to see if those blue eyes were still the same too or if there was something new in them that would betray what his friend had chosen to become. Dustin noticed and shot him a grin wide enough to show fangs and Steve instinctively looked away with a poorly concealed shudder.

"Y'know, you don't have to be afraid. I’m still me."

"Not afraid, just..."

"You can't lie to a vampire Steve, I can smell the fear on you."

Steve opened his mouth to retort but quickly closed it again. No use trying to argue with someone who could literally smell your how you feel.

"Okay, fine. Why are you here, Henderson?"

"To hire you of course!"

This kid was way too cheerful for a creature of the night, wasn’t that against the rules or something? It was making it really hard for Steve to keep him in the ‘potential enemies’ box.

Steve glared at him, which is harder than it sounds when you're trying not to look someone in the eyes but he thinks he makes it work. "I raise the dead, I don't usually work for them. What do you need a zombie raised for anyhow?"

Ignoring the dig, Dustin soldiered on. "I need to hire you to investigate a murder, like a couple of them."

Murder? What the hell had the kid gotten himself mixed up in now? Part of Steve wanted to ask, the other part reminded him that it was no longer his business. Dustin hadn’t wanted his advice before he went and ruined his life so there was no reason to think he’d want it now.

"I'm sorry buddy but I can't help you." Steve winced internally at the slip. He could not fall into the trap of thinking of him as the same Dustin he knew and loved. The whole thing was making his chest ache and he badly needed this meeting to be over.

"It's not for me, exactly..." Dustin trailed off, looking unsure how to proceed for the first time since he'd arrived.

Steve raised an eyebrow in question.

Dustin sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. It was such a familiar and human gesture that it almost made Steve smile. He shouldn't have been surprised by it, the kid hadn't been dead long enough to shake all his old habits.

"I'm working for the master of the city. Please don’t tell my mom."

Steve mouth dropped open in shock as he gasped. "Henderson, are you out of your mind?!"

"Look, I didn't really have a choice alright?” Dustin said, hands raised in surrender. “It’s a long story. I was ordered to come here and hire you to look into the Vampire murders that have been happening downtown. Have you heard about them?"

"You know I work with the cops sometimes on preternatural cases. Yes, I'm aware of them. I've seen the bodies and given my opinion to the police. In a way, I'm already on the case so - you can go back to your boss and tell them to save their money."

"Come on Steve, we really need your help! The cops don't care about us, if anything I’ll bet they're happy about these murders. Less vamps on the street to worry about is all they think."

Steve wished he could defend the men and women of the Indy PD but deep down he knew Dustin was right. After all, vampirism had only been legal in the United States for the past two years and it takes time for people to adjust to a new status quo. In reality, he was sure not every officer felt that way but, enough of them did that Steve didn't feel like he could argue.

“I get it kid, okay? But I’m not a private investigator. I can’t believe my da…Bert would even set up this meeting.”

“We’re offering three times your normal fee.”

“Jesus, well that explains it then. It’s always about the money with him.”

“What about Robin? She’s a PI, can’t you like work together with her or something?”

“Absolutely not, I’m not letting her get anywhere near a case like this. It’s too dangerous.”

Steve glanced at his watch, shocked to find that the hour had grown so late. He jumped up, hastily shoving files into his bag and hoping Dustin would take it for the dismissal that it was. He didn’t.

Steve paused, looking back up at the kid in front of him and sighed. “It was really good to see you but I have to go, I have clients to meet in 15 minutes. I don’t like to keep people waiting, especially in a cemetery.”

Dustin tilted his head to the side and something flashed in his eyes. There and gone so quickly that if Steve didn’t know better, he’d think he imagined it.

“You actually meant that, didn’t you?”

Steve shrugged, moving past to open the door. Dustin took the hint this time and rose to follow Steve out.

“Are you going to be in trouble for failing to hire me?”

Dustin offered him a sad smile. “I told them you wouldn’t go for it.”

“Then why did you come?” Steve said, surprised.

It was Dustin’s turn to shrug this time. “It was really good to see you too, Steve.”

-

The sun was already rising as Steve pulled into the driveway of the small two-bedroom house he’d been renting. He was always a little grumpy when he couldn’t manage to get home before dawn, it meant his boss, the prick of a human being Steve had the misfortune to call a father, had overscheduled him. Again.

After a quick shower to remove the chicken blood he was now covered in, an unfortunate but necessary tool of the trade, Steve climbed into bed and was asleep within minutes.

He couldn’t have been out for more than an hour or two when his cell phone rang loudly, startling him awake. In his exhausted state he must have forgotten to switch it on silent mode.

“Hello?”

“Oops! Sounds like I woke you up. So sorry about that”

Steve winced, the voice on the other end of the line was a bit shrill for this early in the morning. He also had no earthly idea who this woman was, neither the voice or the number on the screen were familiar. She didn’t sound sorry at all.

“Who is this?”

“I’m Carol. Carol Perkins.”

“…and?” Steve said, impatiently.

“I work with Tammy Thompson?”

Steve had known Tammy since high school back in Hawkins. She'd had a crush on him for a while but once he had made it clear he wasn't interested she had backed off. The two eventually struck up something of a friendship and had both moved to Indianapolis around the same time.

Steve honestly didn't consider them to be that close but apparently Tammy did, if her asking him to be a bridesmaid in her wedding was any indication. He'd never admit it but he actually really likes the baby pink suit she'd chosen for him to wear to match the girl's dresses. He remembered this woman now, they hadn’t met yet but he knew she was in the wedding as well.

“Okay, now that name I know. What is it I can do for you Ms. Perkins?”

“Well, I know this is very last minute but I’m putting together a bachelorette party for Tammy tonight and I was hoping you could join us! Also, she mentioned that you don’t drink so I was also sort of hoping you could be the designated driver?”

“I haven’t even agreed to come yet and you’re already asking me to drive?”

“I know, I know. The time just got away from me. She said you’re off most Fridays, is that not the case this week?”

As a matter of fact, Steve was off tonight. He had big plans for a quiet night in and going to bed at an hour appropriate for humans but, sadly, that looked like would no longer be happening.

“No, it’s fine. Just tell me when and where to pick you all up.”

“Excellent! Pick us up at the office at round 8, you know where it is?”

“Yea, I’ve been there.”

“See you then!”

Steve hung up the phone and threw it across the room in a fit of frustration. Luckily it landed safely in a pile of dirty laundry. Why hadn’t he just said no! Robin was always telling him he was too nice. As he set the alarm clock and settled back down in bed, he couldn’t help thinking that maybe she was right.

-

Carol and Tammy were already outside waiting on the curb when Steve pulled up at 8 o'clock on the dot. As the girls climbed into the back, he couldn’t help but notice that Carol was wearing a ‘Vampires are people too’ button. Something about it rubbed him the wrong way, or maybe it was just her bitchy attitude. Oh well, he’d only have to play nice for one night, and then next month at the wedding. He could handle that.

The girls were both wearing sparkly cocktail dresses, which surprised Steve considering he was picking them up from work. He suddenly felt very underdressed. He looked nice of course, he knew they would be going ‘out’ but it was a casual-nice, consisting of his tightest jeans and a soft black henley.

“Oh Steve it’s so good to see you, it’s been weeks!” Tammy exclaimed.

“You too” Steve replied. Glancing over at Carol he asked, “are we waiting on anyone else?”

Carol at least had the grace to look embarrassed as she answered. “No, it’ll just be the three of us. I’m so sorry Tammy, I waited until the last minute and everyone else already had plans or couldn’t get a sitter.”

“Shocking that people would have plans on a Friday night.” Steve quipped.

Tammy glared at him through the rearview mirror, a look that clearly said, ‘be nice’. Steve rolled his eyes but plastered on his best customer service smile.

“So Carol, where are we headed?”

“Guilty Pleasures! Do you know where it is?”

Steve's smile fell and he fought hard not to scowl at the woman, regretting every decision he’d made that had led to this moment.

“Ooooh what’s Guilty Pleasures?” Tammy asked. She had to be the only woman in her 20’s in a 50-mile radius who hadn’t heard of the place.

Steve opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by Carol's shriek of excitement. “Aahh! You’re gonna love it! Steve, don’t say a word, let's let it be a surprise.”

-

Guilty Pleasures, the world’s first vampire strip club was located in the heart of downtown, much to the chagrin of the many Conservative-Christian business owners in the area. The line to enter the place snaked around the block and for a moment Steve felt hopeful that they wouldn’t be able to get in. The feeling was short-lived however as Carol grabbed each of their hands in hers and dragged them up to the front of the line where a bouncer sat behind a red velvet rope. He looked Steve up and down, as if assessing a threat but smiled when get caught sight of the girls.

“Hey Carol, you and your friends can go on in. They’re holding a table for you.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up. What sort of clout did this woman have around here that she could book a table at the last minute on a Friday?

Just inside the door stood a large sign that declared in no uncertain terms that no crosses, crucifixes, or other holy items were allowed past this point. Steve ignored the sign and continued past following the girls, quickly tucking his silver cross into his shirt and hoping no one would notice.

“Sir! You can’t bring that in there, didn’t you see the sign?”

Steve turned, only now noticing the large cubby hole in the wall just past the sign, complete with a coat check girl. Or in this case, a holy item check-girl. Steve looked at her and sighed, wondering if there was anything he could say to convince the her to let him keep his cross.

In the midst of their staring contest, a low husky voice sounded from behind their small group.

“Steeeeeeeve Harrrington, what brings you to my fine establishment on this lovely evening?” The voice belonged to Eddie, club owner and master vampire. He looked exactly  you’d expect a vampire to look His long dark curly hair framing an otherworldly beautiful face. His white dress shirt with all its antique lace details was tucked into a pair of skin tight black leather pants. It gaped open at the chest, leaving a large expanse of his pale white skin on display.

Tammy and Carol both looked at Steve in surprise.

“Do you know each other?” Carol asked.

“I suppose you could say that” Eddie supplied, shooting Steve a mischievous grin.

“I’ve just been helping the police on some cases in the area, that’s all.” Steve is quick to clarify.

“Harrington here is their vampire expert.”           

Tammy was staring open mouthed at Eddie, a dazed look in her eyes. Steve reached over to squeeze her arm gently. “Hey - Don’t look a vampire in the eyes, ever”

She nodded, looking uncomfortable for the first time since they had arrived. Good.

“No need to panic, I wouldn’t dream of harming such a beautiful woman.” Eddie said, grasping Tammy’s hand and raising it to his lips in one smooth motion, repeating the action a moment later with Carol.

“Don’t worry big boy, I won't touch you. That would take all the fun out of it, don’t you think?”

Steve scowled, he had an idea of where this was going and he didn’t like it at all.

“Just as say, you having a cross would be an unfair advantage. That’s no fun either, is it?”

“You didn’t make me take it off before.”

“That’s when you were with the cops.”

“So?”

“Do you doubt your own abilities so much that you need a crutch, Harrington?”

In truth, Steve knew he was right. Even without the cross, he was sure he could resist the mind tricks of any vampire in this place, including the over two-hundred-year-old one standing in front of him.

“Fine.” Steve ground out, pulling the necklace up over his head and thrusting it into the hands of the check-girl.

“Excellent!” Eddie exclaimed, before stepping in closer to Steve and whispering softly “Someone will get to you tonight, Stevie. I guarantee it.”

“Never.” Steve spat. Quickly moving to follow the girls down the hall and into the club beyond.

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

[movedto-mrs-bluemarine]

sorry i stole your girlfriend, simple & clean, and monster >:3c <- with intention of reading all 50 aus

WEHEHEHEHE

VAL I PROMMY I"M ALMOST DONE WITH UR OTHER ASK BTW

• SORRY I STOLE YOUR GIRLFRIEND :: Did you or your f/o have any relationship experience before getting together?

We don't talk about Wes' past romantic history

Jay Kay has a rather colorful history, with enough experience for the both of them. Her relationship with Wes is probably the healthiest one she's had, though ouchie.

• SIMPLE AND CLEAN :: How would your f/o speak about you to someone else?

This probably goes for both Wes and Blackmore hehe.

They... get this lil glint in their eye, and there's no shutting them up when they get to talk about their ladies and they get so animated. They'd probably over exaggerate a little bit, talking about how wonderfully perfect their girls are and how they're both so beautiful and perfect and the camera spins around to show two blonde goblins

• MONSTER :: Do you have any AUs for your ship? If so, any notable details about any of them?

Ok so fur this scenario I have u tied up and bound to a chair in my basement with no desire to untie you until after I'm done.

So there's the pirates enemies to lovers, there's the pirate captain x sailor au, the pirate x cowboy au (all enemies to lovers bee tee dubs) my yellow submarine au, idk how to explain it but it's like deity x worshiper thing where Wes is literally Obsessed and Jay Kay is a sexy mermaid sea goddess, The Little Mermaid, the Western au, the mafia one, the one where Wes is a priest, the other one where Wes is a priest AND it's set in a post apocalypse, the other post apocalypse au, the zombie au, the villain x super hero au, the Pokemon au, babysitter au, my cul de sac one where its strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort au, werewolf au, vamp au, demon slayer (dont ask or do I'd be eager to explain myself), witch x knight au, THE MINOTAUR ONE. These are all for the same character btw

The Yellow Submarine one is inspired by the Octonauts show which I was OBSESSED WITH as a kid, basically the prison gang all work underwater and discover new deep sea species and also a very pretty octopus hybrid lady that is victim to deep sea gigantism :3c and Wes is into that

The apocalypse ones:

Cul de sac one is just kinda cute :3c we love sad lonely old single fathers on this account

The hurt/comfort is so indulgent. U know nightingale syndrome? It's that. basically I have a savior complex and this is the proof anyway

[strangefable]

tagged by @direwombat and @noetikat for the wip title game. thank you so much! <3

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

tagging: @funkypoacher, @roofgeese, @gayafsatan, @adelaidedrubman, @damejudyhench, @somethingclich8, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @passinoutpieces, @mars-colony, @schoute, @foibles-fables, @kyber-infinitygems, @natesofrellis, @incognito-insomniac, @confidentandgood, @sstewyhosseini, @harmonyowl, @redreart, @clonesupport, @aceghosts, and anyone else because tbh I'm not sure who all does these sorts of tag games? (Please, hit me up somewhere if you want me to tag you [or not!] for this stuff!)

I am a being of chaos and executive dysfunction, so none of this will make any sense. 🙃 Under the cut and divided by fandoms.

Far Cry 5

Canon Series John POV Prequel New Dawn Werewolf Werewolf 2 Deputy Switcheroo prompt folder jacob witnesses micah jacob pov micah smut lilith and jacob first fic lilith and [redacted] lilith history the timeline micah and faith micah monologuing micah jacob's hunting you micah/john smut - old and ooc moodboard folder

The Outer Worlds

TOW Canon TOW Regency AU Professor DeSoto Monster AU Lore & Ava Noir Vamp Werewolf 2 Archeology Steampunk Haunted Coven Special Forces fuck the law underwear bathtub Lore and Alex not a big deal prompts and challenges roommate smut Her Beauty and the Moonlight Overthrew You The Flower Must Not Blame the Bee Siren Tide Bring a Spring Upon Her Cable Just Another Halcyon Bartender moodboard folder

Horizon

Avad & Ersa MOAR Alva and Kotallo and the awkward sibling bonding Vala Lives Petra Forgewoman step on someone please Fabulous Queen Shit, featuring a Grumpy Old General Rost prequel moodboard folder

LIS: True Colors

OT3 bird gang Gabe Lives

Various Pile (where odd bits and bobs from miscellaneous fandoms flutter around helplessly)

[pingnova]

List the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

Tagged by @jemariel ! I'm doing just my SPN fic folder bc otherwise this post will be way too long.

Hell or High Water AU

Thirteenth Year AU

Beardance AU

Religious symbolism

Historical monk cas saving the bees

This, Our History

Angel of Death

The Creature - Frankenstein AU

Mimsy Were the Borogroves

Feral!Dean AU

SPN/Killjoys crossover/AU

Bee apocalypse

Ice King - silver chair AU

Railroad conductor Cas depression era AU

Enoch - Atlantis TLE AU

Bible au sorta (that Joseph bitch)

SPN Free Will Fix

Destiel LOTR au

D Stands for Dragon Dick

Destiel fairytale angel tower au

Love bird AU

Classic and rock singing

Old timey vamp and priest AU

Jack?

2.0

Zero Zero Zero

SPN zombie!Dean AU I guess

Jack is a Disney princess au

SPN/Criminal Minds crossover

AR/SPN SEQUEL

Based on a dream

I tag @marypsue @thesylversmyth @one-more-offbeat-anthem

[bonesandthebees]

i abstain from the internet for one day. ONE DAY! and everyone is talking about a qsmp vampAU...

is this a blessing or a curse??

btw tagd 17 was wonderful! I've been having a bad couple of days and reading it kinda helped. it was nice to imagine the catacombs and the painted stars.

im glad that wil is becoming more self-aware of his trauma and is realizing that what he went through was basically kidnapping and child abuse, id even go as far as to say brainwashed. I'm also glad that he's beginning to see that toms behavior towards him and others isn't healthy. i know that if (or when) Wil voices his concerns, tom isn't gonna be happy.

YAY sandduo! Wil needed that. Phil needed that! ahhhhh! i hope that wilbur will see this as an encouragement to see other people for help, ie phil, niki, jack even. he needs more people that he knows will have his back. I'm also glad to see how gentle and understanding Phil is with Wil. i can't help but wonder what he and everyone else is thinking as the watch the "Prytha" slowly becomes Wilbur (btw i a not hint for a separate POV i promise! I'm just voicing my thoughts lol)

okay this ask became so much longer than i thought lol

hope you have a good night Bee! i hope get some rest and have a good rest of your week!

-AlterEgo

the vamp au was me being like "hi guys I have this au please ask me about it" so it was less everyone else talking about it and more just me having brainrot lol

and tysm!! I'm so glad reading ch 17 could help you get through some stressful stuff and I hope things are going better now :)

ehhhh I wouldn't say wilbur is realizing how unhealthy tommy's behavior towards him is. if he is, he's definitely not seeing it as a major problem they need to do something about because he's involved in the dynamic too. wilbur is just as attached to tommy as tommy is to him, even if he's less obvious about it.

wilbur definitely needed that support from an older adult figure specifically, and one who understands his position as pythia better than anyone else. yay for phil :D

ty have a good night!!

[elixirscat]

Playing around a little with color and such >:3

[nervouscupcakeinspace]

Hello, um can you help me find a fic? Fandom: BTS, Ship: jungkook/j-hope. Vampire AU. Here Hoseok is a vampire. Jungkook lives with Jin, as a member of the coven or something, but meets Hoseok when Hoseok joins them as a fledgling without a sire. Jimin is Jin's brother and also Hoseoks's sire. I can't remember the name of the fic, but I loved it a lot when I read it. So I will be really grateful if you know it. Thank you so much

helloooooo oooh this fic sounds awesomeee

unfortunately i don't think i have read it.... mmh it's not the same but i have read some other fledging bb vamp jk fics, i can rec them down here in the meantime (and if i'll come across this fic r looking for i'll let u know) :

Precious Mettle by glitterandgilt

Found Kin by Adaptive_Artist

love bites (series) by feraljk

Wildfire by oldmythos

A Dark Thirst by elle_O_moonchild

ot7 vampire au (threadfic on twitter) by Betty Bee

short vampire au (threadfic on twitter) by Betty Bee

sopekook vampire au (threadfic on twitter) by mangust d

hope u find smt u like if u'll decide to give these a try :3

have a good day :D

[linterteatime]

he wants a bit of blood- i mean honey,he is a good boy

[crazywolf828]

Oh btw that abo fic is finally done. Like 16k later. Whoops.

[miwachan2]

since you made a y/n cooooouuuuuuld we draw ourselves hangin with vamp au bee or insert yourself in fanart?

ye uwu

[promisedneverwrite]

Until Dawn

A Vamp! Poppy x Werewolf Bea fic

A retelling of Queen B with added story plot

Masterlist

Tag list: @somewillwin @veenast @stanzoeywade @shows-simp-card @barnibumblr @tragic-tm @baexpoppy @noixngn @ashleyfenner @captainpowerless @louvmin @maskedalienfreak @thescarycatishere @feliiix @depressedfrenchfry @spoonanarmadillo @amswanmills @frozelemonade  @waterinathermostat @rayvenz3 @wolfietheduckyou @chipo1804 @soft-round-bees @lazynightmareblaze @somin-yin @jiozkiii @mysel08 @simpforolderwomen @aevumace @zzainey @camisstee @arcaeus13 @shauna25me @this-is-lightning @phoennixxsblog @t4nuk1 @cosanova @calraquin @ren-sin14 @falloutdc-blog

Previous chapter

A/N: come get ya'll vamp!Au. Thank you for patiently waiting peeps. 😬

Chapter XXII

The next morning Zoey had just received several packages she ordered showing them off to Bea before she left for the weekend. Bea was still feeling guilty about wiping her memory, so for the whole day she was stuck to Zoey like glue. Treating her to whatever she wanted.

“I deserve it.” Zoey said in the mirror as she posed in her new outfit. Zoey had brought out her full length mirror to the living room with Bea’s own to see all angles. 

“Yes! Treat yourself!” Bea cheered, holding her spoon up, eating a pint of ice cream as she sat on one of the stools in the kitchen. 

“Ah.” Zoey opened her mouth in her direction, never taking her eyes off the mirror. Bea stood up and took a spoonful of her cookie dough ice cream and fed it to Zoey who hummed happily. 

“You look stunning boo.” Bea spooned another scoop of ice cream and fed herself turning the spoon upside down as she ate it taking in Zoey's third outfit. Bea knew next to nothing about fashion other than it looking nice and being expensive. Zoey turned to her and smiled wide.

“Don't I?” Bea nodded. A ring sounded from her phone and she eyed it to see a text from Poppy. 

Meet me at Zeta, don’t be late.

Bea frowned at the text, did something happen last night?

“Well that’s not ominous.” Zoey spoke up from her side as she took the pint of ice cream for herself. Bea let her have it, it was her treat day before spring break anyhow. 

“I'll guess I'll deal with it before I leave.” Zoey stifles her laughter as she chimes in.

“Try not to fall off anymore balconies babe.” Zoey laughed fully at Bea’s offended face when another text came in from Albert.

Cancel your plans for the weekend, you are needed now. Head to the pool house.

Bea stiffened reading the text, looking up to see if Zoey saw. She was thankfully turned away, eating ice cream and watching Bubbie chase his tail

"I'll be right back." Bea pocketed her phone heading to the door. Zoey waved the spoon as a goodbye.

"Kay, don't forget to come back for your luggage." Bea nods, slipping on her shoes and heading out the door. 

Bea sends a text to Kingsley's email saying that she had to cancel for a family emergency. Kingsley responds back as she arrives at the edge of the clearing of the pool house.

No, need to be sorry Beatrice, family is more important. Hope everything is alright.

Bea hoped that as well, but given the venue who knew. 

She heads into the pool house with Poppy already there, arms crossed and face set in contemplation, not even looking in her direction. Albert stands to her side, eyes going to Bea as she enters.

"Ah you're here, excellent."

"Yeah, what do you need?" Bea moves her attention to Poppy who is still silent. Albert cuts in.

"It seems that with your recent input from those kidnappers, Mrs. Min-Nakamura requires an audience with you." Bea stiffens looking to Poppy for help, Poppy still remains stone faced. But she notices Poppy's fist clenched at her side.

"When do we leave?" Albert hums.

"Now." 

Bea walked behind Poppy and Albert as they moved through the forest behind the pool house, a dirt road leading to some place else. Bea stayed alert, the weird vibes she was getting setting her on edge. 

Bea feels her phone vibrate and checks to sees a bunch of  texts from Zoey.

Babe, you are so late! Where are you? Your luggage is still here.

Sorry Zo something came up, I don't know when I'll be back

You're scaring me is everything ok

Yeah I'll be alright, it's something I need to take care of, I'll be home when I can.

Bea runs a hand through her hair, pulling on it a bit. Another vibration from her phone grabs her attention and she sees a text from Poppy.

Quit growling back there and don't look at me. Stay nonchalant. 

Bea clicks her tongue at the text.

Oh so now you're talking to me

Don't be snippy with me Hughes, I told you to go to Zeta before all this happened. Now I have to rethink my plans

Well a heads up that it was super important instead of vague 'come over' text would have made me walk faster

Excuse you everything I text you is super important

That's debatable but what's happening? Albert only told me to come here.

Why would Albert's text be more important to answer than mine

I care for your safety enough to work with my enemies Pop. He's essentially your head of security, he wouldn't contact me unless you were involved.

Well my mom wants to meet the person who caused my premature reveal and get more information about what you saw that night with those kidnappers.

Sorry for that, I didn't know that would put you on the spot.

It's whatever, I'm tired of hiding anyways 

So anything I need to know to impress your mom?

Impress my mom? Just answer her questions, and do not under any circumstances speak unless specifically told to do so.

Sheesh, scary lady. 😬

There was also another thing I needed to talk to you about before this happened.

What?

I met Priya last night, and she knows you're at Belvoire

Bea feels a cold chill run through her.

What do you mean

She knows who you are Bea, and she's livid

Bea fidgeted behind Poppy's side as they reached a large suv. Albert walked ahead of them, opening the door for Poppy to get in then closed the door.

"You will be sitting up front with me."

"Shouldn't I be in the back with Poppy just in case some kidnappers try to bust in the car?"

Albert hums and Bea fidgets under his stare before he nods. Bea makes her way opening the car door and quickly catching in her arms as Poppy almost falls out.

"What the hell, Farmsville!" Poppy glares up at Bea who blinks then chuckles. 

"Sorry, I didn't know you were leaning on the door." Bea smiles down at her and she notices a tiny tink of pink on her cute little cheeks.

"Put me back." Bea tilts her head as Poppy huffs.

"But you look so comfortable in my arms." Poppy hisses and hits her arm repeatedly hitting her with the meanest glare she could muster as she settles back into her spot. Bea just thinks it's cute, it completely didn't work to deter her.

"Scooch over mosquito." Poppy blocks her with a well manicured hand to her chest. 

"Albert! Why is she sitting back here!" Albert looked at them from the rearview mirror. 

"To better protect you, Miss Poppy should any need arise." Bea smirked at Poppy's affronted face.

"Yeah the better to protect you my dear." Poppy scowled.

"Well you're not sitting in my row, you-" Poppy pointed her finger at her and Bea had the urge to bite it so she did, but Poppy quickly moved her finger out the way like she knew it was going to happen.

"No biting puppy, go over there." Bea snorted.

"Booooo." Bea still sat next to her though, and Poppy didn't do a damn thing.

They drove in relative silence, but Poppy and Bea continued to text. Bea was just fine with it given that she still didn't trust Albert not to interfere should he learn about what happened with Zoey.

How's New Money

She doesn't remember anything from last night. She's chilling with Bubbie for the weekend. 

Weren't you supposed to go with Kingsley to some boring retreat today

Yeah, but this took top priority 

As I should

I was talking about meeting your mom 😛

 I will push you out of this car farmsville

You couldn't even bump into me without falling on your ass pop, make an effort 💅🏽

I hope my mother eats you alive

Kinky, you gonna watch

I hate you, I'm done talking

I'm kidding… kinda. Do you know what we're gonna talk about?

But before she could get an answer the car swerved. A sudden jerk that brought both Bea and Poppy jolting forward, their seatbelts digging into their chests as the car violently turned. 

Poppy turned to Albert in the rearview whose face set in a hard line as he swerved.

"Albert!" 

"My apologies-"

Bea only had a glimpse to her left seeing another car ramming straight into their side.

Bea had instinctlivly moved to cover Poppy with her own arms, shielding her from the shattering of glass and holding her as the car flipped over onto its top until it came to a skidding halt.

Bea groaned looking at Poppy who had clung to her shirt hiding into her neck as she held her.

"You okay?" She brought Poppy an arms length away from her, checking her over for any injuries. Taking a small sniff to check for blood, only smelling Poppy's flowery perfume. Bea hummed a sensation making her dizzy, a need to stay with Poppy filling her thoughts.

"I'm fine, I'm not a flower, stop sniffing me."

Bea unclipped her seatbelt, falling on her back onto the glass.

"Ow." Bea shimmied over to Poppy, unclipping her letting her fall onto her. 

Poppy fell with a yelp, falling onto Bea's chest a hair's breadth away from her face. Poppy dared to glance into those honeyed eyes and found Bea with a smirk on her lips.

"Don't worry I got you." Poppy rolled her eyes, pushing her hand over Bea's face.

"We need to get out, I can't see Albert."

Bea nodded, twisting around to plant her feet on the car door, ignoring the glass cutting into her. Bea kicked the door of the back open, inching out with Poppy still on top of her.  

Poppy had quickly got up as they exited the car going to the front. Bea rolled onto her front pushing up and jumping to a crouch then standing up. Brushing the glass from her back. The cute already healing over, seems the bracelet worked as it intended.

Bea's eyes surveyed the damage, they were in a secluded port area where not even people crossed here, the car that had bulldozed into them a few ways away. Bea frowned when she saw no one inside, and took a sniff to smell only the ocean. But something didn't feel right, like something was watching her.

"Bea, help me with the door." Bea turned to Poppy and walked over, Bea punched out the rest of the glass in the driver's seat, and ripped the door off, throwing it to the side. 

Poppy just watched as Bea used her strength to easily rip the door off the car. The effortless pull, made Poppy bite her lip until she shook her head, she needed to focus. 

Bea pulled Albert out of the car. He was unconscious, a bit of blood leaking from his wounded brow. 

Poppy kneeled down gently, shaking his shoulder.

"Albert… Albert." 

No response. Bea placed her finger under his nose and felt air hitting it. 

"He's still breathing." Poppy clocked her tongue.

"What even happened?"

Bea shrugged, a crinkle forming on her brow. 

"I don't know, it all seems weird. I didn't smell anyone but if feels like-"

Bea tensed, as she felt someone at her back for a second and she was flung away. Her back hitting a nearby building, the brick crumbling from the force. 

"Bea!" 

Bea coughed, her breath escaping her for a moment as she was hunched over on the floor.

Bea shook off the surprise, looking at Poppy who was being dragged away by some robed goon. And Bea felt anger, her vision going red. Bea growled, rushing over raising her fist slamming it into the robed head like a freight train, making them stagger onto the ground. 

Bea glaring down at the person whose face revealed themselves as the hooded cloak fell, surprise written on their face.

Bea cracked her neck as the person quickly righted themselves an intricate knife sliding into their hand. Bea hummed and brought her fists up.

"Stay with Albert, Pop this'll only take a second."