#vampire! hobie brown x reader

[the-kr8tor]

In Pursuit of Blood: Attack of the Homeowners Association

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 14.3k

Synopsis: A surprise visit leads to some unforgettable encounters.

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, vampire AU, established relationship, situationship, set in my IPOB AU (a must read for you to understand this one), Hunter! Reader, Mockumentary AU, WWDITS AU, spider trio appearance, CW food mentions, CW blood, CW injury, TW violence, CW suggestive, Fluff.

A/N: Special thanks to @hyperfix-wip ❤️❤️ come get your food @al1x00 !!! Just a little silly fic that I had so much fun with!

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The camera appears from the corner, filming you leaning on the doorway with a steaming cup of tea, and a thick cardigan pulled around your shoulders. The fabric smells weirdly like the vampire you're currently watching.

You almost jump in place when you finally notice the camera's presence. Rolling your eyes, you point at Hobie who's currently standing motionlessly by the window sill. The heavy curtains are open just enough for him to peek through, moonlight shining through the red velvet, illuminating his silhouette. His thin button up leaves little to the imagination. Lean biceps in full show, back flexing every time he shifts his weight.

“He's been standing there since he woke up.” You whisper to the crew, “it's the most entertaining thing that has happened here since I moved in six months ago. The drunken incident doesn't count.”

The camera lowers towards the dark cardigan around your body, earning you a disgruntled scoff. “I was cold, it was the nearest thing next to me.”

Hobie inhales sharply, staying still. You purse your lips together at his heavy sigh.

“That's…concerning.” The producer gives you a questioning look. “I'm not concerned about the man eating vampire, okay. I'm worried that he might be hungry again and look who's the nearest blood bag there is, me, bitch. And you too I guess.” You gesture wildly at the crew.

Jared the cameraman side eyes you. “That was a one time thing, Jeff.” You say his name like he's the bane of your existence, knowing that you called him a different name just to annoy him. “‘sides, I'm not his familiar. He can feed himself—”

Hobie releases a gutteral sound from the belly, growling in place.

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” you say under your breath. “I think I should tell him to eat. Be right back.” Walking briskly, the cameras follow you closely. You make it to his side, tapping him on the shoulder with slight apprehension.

His scowl is replaced with a smile when he sees you. Fangs and all. “Darling, you're awake.” He flicks his eyes down to his cardigan, raising a brow at the sight. His grin grows wider, no sign of hunger on sight. Maybe a different kind of hunger that is. “You need anythin'? Me perhaps?” He says unabashedly before he glares at the people trailing behind you. They back away, almost tripping amongst themselves.

“Just wanted to see if you're hungry. You were standing here growling like a fucking hell hound.” You push him away with one finger on his chest. He backs away, but his smile and fond stare remains.

“That's a compliment, love. And I wasn't growlin’.”

“You were.”

“Really? How? Can you show me? I wanna hear it.” He says with a teasing smirk, you almost fall for it.

“You know what? It's too cold for this.” You try to walk away but he yanks you back, twisting you around to look at the window, your back braced atop his chest. “What—? Come on, Hobie!”

“Shush.” He says as he holds you against him.

“Don't shush me!” You wiggle out of his hold. He lets you go but you stay in place after seeing him scowl again.

“There are old people outside. Watching us.” He whispers.

“What? Don't be rude.”

“No, look.” Hobie takes your face in his cold hands, careful not to pierce your cheeks with his sharp nails, sending goosebumps down your arms. He points your face towards the accused. “There, see? Fuckin' Peepers.”

With a roll of your eyes, you peek at the small gap in the curtains. “Huh?” You see a group of old people huddled together on the sidewalk, whispering amongst themselves. “What the fuck? Have they been there long?”

“Maybe, I only noticed after feedin'. Do you think they know?” His hands are still atop your cheeks.

You look up, stuck in place. “They're probably just gossiping. You know how old people are, you're a part of the demographic.”

He lets you go, leaning on the wall casually, arms crossed on his chest. “Basically your type, yeah?”

“Augh,” you resist his awful charms again. “I'm gonna talk to them. Get them out before you decide to eat them.”

“I don't ravage old people!” He yells after you, “I let time do that!” Laughing, he sees the crew staring at him with flat expressions. “What? It's funny.” Waving them off, he goes down the patio to meet with you.

—

You go outside, with Hobie and the documentary crew trailing right behind you, their shoes shuffling quickly to meet up with you.

“Hey!” Waving at the older group, you open the gothic gates, the metal squeaking against its hinges. You take a mental note to get that oiled or it'll irk you. “Do you guys need anything or are you just gonna stand there and block our driveway?” Despite your cheery smile and the lilt in your voice, your words sounded like a threat.

The group looks at the camera crew behind you with puzzled looks before shrugging in understanding. You guess the crew have their permission.

“So sorry, but we're not here to block anything.” An older woman with platinum hair scrunches her wrinkled nose. “We're HOA, and we were actually trying to find your doorbell. Do you even have a doorbell? It's mandatory to have one.” She smiles kindly, but her eyes say otherwise. She reminds you of an entitled Karen you always seem to run into.

“We don't have one. It ruins our aesthetic. Why are you here exactly?” You narrow your gaze at the group who are all staring behind you with wide eyes. Sighing, you place your hand on Hobie's chest to tell him to calm down. You sometimes wish you're the one with telepathy.

“Uh,” the older woman fixes her hair, tucking it behind her ear. Your scowl deepens. “We're here to congratulate you two on your wedding.”

You blink away the glare. “W–Wedding?”

Hobie's breath hitches in his throat, feeling his surprise under your hand. The shock disappears a second later, replaced by a smug grin on his face. “Thank you, love. The ceremony was beautiful.” His arm snakes its way around your waist. You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“Oh, I bet! You seem to have good taste, Mr. Brown. Your father and your father's father did!”

Turning your head to look at him, he winks at you, voice wiggling its way into your mind. “She’s talkin' about me don't worry, I just go on vacation for a few years and come back tellin’ people my father died only to ‘replace’ him. People are idiots, lovie.”

You tamp down a laugh by biting your lip, craning your attention back to the group, you smile sweetly at them. “It's too bad that my in-laws didn't get to see us marry.” Hobie gives you a sly high five behind your back. “Well, thank you for the congratulations, but we gotta—”

“Are you two planning on having kids?” Another old woman with a pink sweater asks excitedly. “It would be nice to have kids running around the neighborhood again. Now it's all tiktok and something about toilets.”

Hobie can't help the chuckle that leaves his lips. Your cheeks are aflame from the simple question. But your hunter training blocks the thought, bringing you back to your studies, eyes narrowing at the prospect of half vampire children.

The scene shifts to you back inside the house, sitting on the dining table with you looking awfully serious at the camera.

“Half vampire children.” You say like you're a host of a true crime show, tone serious. You flip the weighty tome in your hand to face the camera. A medieval painting of a baby with fangs is drawn on the page, adorable but deadly. “Some live happy and long lives but for some they don't even make it through birth. I know very sad but it's worse if they turn out like this—”

Turning the page, a macabre drawing of a baby with a half goat body with bat wings for arms and eyes like a cat jumps at the camera. “Sorry, not exactly PG-13.” you say in your normal cadence.

Closing the large book, you decide to spare them the next gory pages. Going back to your narrator voice, you continue. “They say that when a half vampire is born, god tosses a coin. Whichever—”

“Ain't that from Game of Thrones?” Hobie appears from the doorway, smirk on his lips, eyes glinting with mischief.

“What–? No, Shut up! I'm educating the masses!”

He saunters over to the chair, wine red eyes staring at you softly. He sits on the arm of the chair, which you reluctantly scoot over to give him space.

“Educatin’ huh? Have you told them that one branch of the family where your great aunt canoodled with a vampire?” He glances at the cameras.

You look at him with wide eyes. “I'm sorry w-what?”

It's Hobie's turn to look surprised. “Shit– You didn't know?” His voice wavers, “I shouldn't have said that.”

You stare off at the camera, eyes glossy, mouth slightly parted, looking like you're having a crisis.

“I guess that's why they're disowned–”

You suddenly grip his collar, pulling down towards you. “Did you fuck my great aunt, Hobie?!”

“Fuckin' hell!” He yelps, hands curling around your wrists. “No! It wasn't me!”

You glare at him. The stare sends shivers down his spine, and in between his legs.

“Did. You. Fuck. My. Great. Aunt?” You say through gritted teeth,

“No.” Hobie says with his chest. “I haven't sired any children, darling. She’s not even my type!” He tries to lean away but your hold is too strong. Worried that he might accidentally break your wrists. He leans closer to you, forehead placed on top of yours, he felt your fists loosen. Just a tiny bit. “I'm not that vampire, yeah?”

Hissing, cheeks burning, and palms sweaty, you push him away. “I think I need to take a look at the family tree.” You practically jump away from your seat, avoiding his eyes and the cameras.

Hobie sighs, sitting down where you sat. The crew is stunned to see him smile like usual, red eyes brighter than before. “She's jealous.” He laughs, sounding more like a giggle.

With a smooth transition, the scene goes back to the previous conversation with the HOA.

“So sorry for the late intrusion.” The woman says without an ounce of genuine apology. Eyeing her friend after asking that loaded question. The rest of her lackeys nod simultaneously, reminding you of a group of bobbleheads, “but do you have a cat?”

“A cat?” Hobie's hand squeezes your side, urging you to make up a lie on the spot.

Your mind goes back to the blob mess of a cat that keeps wandering in and out of the house. You feed him occasionally, and he seems to like you despite his terrifying look with his milky white eyes and fur that is akin to a slime more than fluff. You've accepted anything is possible in this world, hence why you're not completely puzzled by the alien-like being, who seems to like you most. You suppose that you've seen weirder things in this world.

“No.” You blatantly lie. “We would know, trust me. I mean…” Pointing at the cameras, you shrug. “Impossible to hide a whole cat.”

“Oh, alrighty then. There have been complaints about cat droppings in the area.” They don't seem too convinced. Hobie's ready to hypnotize them despite his own promise to not use it unless in an emergency. But if it involves you, and that you might be in danger of getting kicked out by a bunch of old ladies, then he's ready to put them under. “We're also here to ask how many people—” she chuckles, “or pets are living inside so that we can properly bill you the homeowner fee.”

Hobie makes a face. “The what?”

“It's just that— oh I hate to be the bearer of bad news but, you're late with your dues.” She eyes you up and down as if you're the bad influence.

“Um,” you feel like you're being scolded by the elders in your family again. The camera moves to zoom in on your clenched fists, shaking as you grip onto the cardigan. “H–How,” you clear your throat but the lump still stays. “I—”

“We’ve never been late in payin’” Hobie answers for you, hand sliding up to your shoulder to massage the tensed muscles. He lies through his fangs just to get them away from you. In truth, he has never paid for anything except for the occasional electricity, water, and internet fee. Other than that, the house is his, and he has never heard of the so called HOA fee until now.

“The city hall has informed us—”

Hobie steps forward, hand still upon your shoulder protectively. “Then we'll go there and see it for ourselves. Have a pleasant night.” He says the last sentence through gritted teeth as he shuts the gates close, then leads you back into the house without another word. The group could only stare at the closed doors as they're left behind outside in the cold.

With the doors locking on its own, no doubt from Hobie's telekinesis, he cups your cheeks, feeling the warmth of your skin against the cold of his undead flesh.

“You alright?” He asks in a soft tone, thumb brushing along your jaw while the crew films the whole interaction with bated breath. “They're not here, Y/N. You're with me, and you're home.”

“Married?” He cracks a smile at the word. You take his wrists, trying to level your breathing. “Are you hypnotizing me?” You ask in a small voice.

“No, love. I'll never do that to you. If I ever do that one day, feel free to put a stake through my heart, yeah?” His wine red eyes look at you softly, as if it's just you and him in the room. “Can't even do that, remember? The curse and all.”

You chuckle, nodding as you take his hands off of your cheeks. Heart beating quickly, Hobie can hear it clearly in his ears. A song that he has dreams of every night. “Thank you, Hobie.” Glancing at the camera crew hunched together in the corner, you back away from Hobie. “I— I need to go to work. Maybe there's some stupid vampire out there who's begging to be staked.”

“I'll pay for the fee, you don't have to worry ‘bout it.” He calls you back.

“No, I don't even pay rent here so I might as well pay for that.” You exhale shakily, fingers still numb from your anxiety building up and bubbling to the surface just a minute ago. “I don't want to be a freeloader.” Hobie frowns at your words.

“But you do pay the rent?” Hobie scratches the back of his neck, wondering where the monthly checks have been coming from.

“I don't?” You turn away from him and towards your room, signalling the end of the conversation.

—

The whole documentary crew pants as they try to keep up with you lest they get burned by a large lava monster out to get you.

“Shit!” You look over your shoulder, hand still holding onto the broken hose, whilst the groaning blob of molten rock runs after you. “Get away from here!” You yell at the crew, “go! I'll be fine!”

Just as when they were about to leave you behind, a loud crash from behind can be heard. You stop in place, panting as you stare at the burn marks left on the pavement, but no creature.

“What? W–Where?” With another crashing sound, you run towards the source, it leads you towards an alleyway. The camera follows right behind you, ready to run away if need be. Taking a glass of holy water from your utility belt, (the only thing you have right now to fight a fire being) you ready to throw it at the beast.

Feet skidding across the pavement, you make it towards the dark alleyway, finding the walls scorched but still no lava monster in sight. Grabbing your flashlight from your belt, you flick it on, watching as the light illuminates the way.

“Stay close to me.” You tell the crew. As you walk towards the alleyway, a silhouette appears, all balled up in the corner with the burning trash. “Hey, you alive over there?” Moving your light, you see a lone man with his clothes singed and fear locked in his eyes. “Cursed, huh?”

He nods, trembling in place. “D–Did I hurt you?”

You stare at the hem of your coat that's singed, other than that, you're perfectly well. “You made me run a couple of blocks. I'm fine, don't worry.” You place your weapon away, taking off your coat and toss it over to him. The stranger immediately drapes it over himself, lips wobbling from the stress of transforming back. “Do you have someplace to stay? Someone waiting for you?” Your mind flicks back to Hobie waiting at home. You shake your head to get rid of the vision.

“Y–Yeah, my wife. I–I think she's waiting for me.”

You stand up, giving him a helping hand. “I'll take you home.”

“You're not gonna kill me and take my heart like the others wanted?” He reaches for you, but retracts his hand back from how cold your palm was.

“No, you were dealt with an awful fate. I'm not gonna take your heart because of it. I just never thought there'd be a human under all the lava.” Hands wringing together, you try to warm yourself up so he could hold onto you for support. “Just a bit of advice from a supernatural expert. Keep your head cool next time. Or at least bring a pack of ice with you and put it on your chest whenever you feel like you're about to turn.”

“Will that work?”

“It's good prevention. At least you won't burn down a whole parking lot next time.” You hold out your hand again, this time he takes it. “Do you know any breathing exercises?”

As you lift him up, you help him waddle back towards your car. “No, do you?”

“God, no.” You chuckle, heaving his heavy form up. “I was hoping you did, I hate for my new car to burst into flames.”

The man smiles, laughing along with you as you help him into your kia. The documentary crew stays back to get into their own car, but Jared the cameraman sees something glinting above a building. He aims his camera at the silhouette, within a second the familiar figure is gone in a snap.

—

Your neck and ankles ache from the hunt, entering Hobie's house empty handed. It was a bust obviously. All you got from it were a bunch of thank yous and a bushel of celeries that the guy's wife gave you straight from her garden. To your surprise, even with the sun peeking from the horizon, you see Hobie in the living room, nursing a burn while he tries and fails to wrap it in gauze.

“Rough night?” You ask from the doorway, shrugging off your coat and leaving it on the coat hanger.

Hobie's eyes flicks down at the celeries in your hand. “For me, wifey? You shouldn't have.”

You scoff with a smile, heading towards him on the couch. The documentary crew is forgotten in the hallway the second you see him bleeding. “You know what they say, happy husband, happy life.” Sitting next to him, you snatch the gauze away from him, helping wrap it around his sizzling arm. It'll heal quickly, but the pain is still there. You want to help in alleviating it, even for a moment.

“It's not just for a moment, y’know.” He whispers to you, but the boom mic still picks it up. You glare tiredly at him. “Sorry, you were thinkin’ too loud.”

You sigh, “it's fine, I was thinking too loud.” wrapping the gauze tightly, you finish him up with an affectionate pat to the back of his hand. “You're done.”

Before you could stand up, he grabs onto your wrist, sliding his hand downwards to grasp at your hand instead. You look down at your interlocked hands, eyes shining in the warm light of his home. You guess it's your home now too.

“Ask.” He softly says.

You chuckle softly, knowing what he meant. Squeezing his hand, you look down at him through fond eyes. “Can I stay in your coffin tonight?”

His crimson eyes sparkle with mischief. “Like yesterday? And the day before that, and the day—”

“Alright, if you're gonna be smug about it—!” He's suddenly carrying you in his lean arms. “Hobie!” You smack his chest weakly. “Don't drop me.”

He leans closer, if his heart still beats, it would beat like a drum right now. “Never, love.”

The lens zeroes in on Hobie's soft gaze on you and at how you're gripping onto him like a lover would. With a puff of dust from the carpet, you and Hobie have run off towards his room. The audio guy hears the sound of shuffling and giggling before the mics get tossed right outside the window with a piercing thump that has the poor guy clutching at his ears.

—

You sit on your desk, fingers kneading at your temples as you glare at your opened laptop that has an absurd interview question. Eyes flicking at the crossbow hanging above the desk, you thump your head against the keyboard, leaving a bunch of Hs in its wake while the camera watches you collapse further into your desk.

The scene shifts back to you, now on the same ancient couch where Hobie once helped you on. There's a steaming cup of tea left untouched on the table with a note in Hobie's scribbled handwriting together with a doodle of you smiling while driving a stake through his heart. That seemed to cheer you up as you smiled slowly, and taking the cup from the coffee table.

“He went out to hunt.” You blow at the warm drink, addressing the camera. Sighing, you already know what Jared the cameran is about to ask you before he could open his mouth. “It's hard to find a decent job when everything in your resume says you kill and hunt the supernatural for a living. A degree in chemistry doesn't help much these days. It doesn't even pay that well— hunting the supernatural, I mean. I think, wait, how did my family get rich from this gig?” Your frown gets deeper, eyes glimmering as you leave the barely touched drink on the table to walk towards your room alone.

You're left to ponder amongst yourself, meanwhile on the second team of the filming crew, they're chasing Hobie while he's on his nightly hunts. He's in a dark alleyway, if it weren't for the camera's night vision, the crew wouldn't be able to see Hobie feasting on a suit clad man with shiny leather shoes.

He lifts up his head from the neck of his latest meal, chin dripping in blood, fangs fully out and eyes bloodshot whilst staring directly at the camera. His eyes glow in the night vision, a proper sight for the start of a horror movie.

“What?” His voice is akin to a growl. He slowly tilts his head towards the camera, claws gripping onto the limp man.

The crew doesn't back away anymore, they're used to Hobie's post feeding haze. But the fear is still there, Hobie can hear their heartbeats thudding against their chests. Just begging to be ripped out. The producer utters your name softly, barely heard by the boom mic.

“Is she still sad?” His fangs retract back slowly, sound squelching as he tosses the body on his shoulder. The camera nods, and Hobie lets out a face. “Nod normally, Jared.” With a whoosh, he's gone, presumably back home. Back to comfort you.

—

You open the front door and are immediately startled by the bright flashing light of the camera. Besides the shock, it’s a beautiful night out, with the stars twinkling in the early hours of night, and the full moon showing itself to you. Giving Jared the cameraman a nasty glare, you button on your coat properly, fixing your hair to hide the warmth on your cheek.

“You guys are late today.” You clear your throat.

Hobie appears from behind the door, yawning and still in his pajamas. He’s wearing your old college sweatshirt, pajama pants hanging low on his hips, and with very fluffy slippers on his feet. He opens the door wider for the crew, keys in hand with a bat keychain hanging alongside it. “Don't forget your keys, love.” The camera pans over to you then back to Hobie. He shrugs, lips shining in the same shade of your lip balm.

The keys jingle as you take them from Hobie, glaring at the camera. “Don't follow me to work.” You point at the lens, making sure to smudge it with your fingerprints, taunting them.

Whilst the crew cleans the glass, moonlight filters inside the house; bathing the now brightly lit home in silver light, blending in well with the warm yellow tone of the light bulbs. Sighing, you glance at Hobie before waving goodbye. He opens his mouth to say something but with the camera following his every move, he shuts his mouth.

“Come home safe, yeah?”

You walk backwards to face him but still heading towards your kia. “It's a grocery store, Hobie. The only danger I'm in is getting stuck in the freezer.” You pause mid-step. “Actually— that's really scary.”

“Well, jus’ don't get inside the freezers then.” He waves back, stepping forward, as if he wants to join you.

You shrug with a smile. “Okay, dad—!”

As the words leave your lips, something or someone flies overhead at unimaginable speed. The air around you almost blows you away, the breeze whistling out a high pitched tone. You shield your head with your arms while the crew braces themselves. Hobie rushes over to you, holding onto you the second he spots a pink blur in the sky.

“Is that a bloody witch?!”

You peak over his bicep while he holds onto you. “I think that's my godmother!” A sultry laugh echoes in the night, and Hobie grimaces at the hazy memory of that sound. He can't quite pinpoint who laughs exactly like that though.

With a whizz of yellow and orange, a crashing sound can be heard inside the house. Glass smashes inside, wood creaking and falling based on the chaos heard. The rushing wind subsides, and you're left with your godmother's words of wisdom in the night.

“Take care of him for me!” Her cackling makes you groan in Hobie's arms.

“Damn it! Not again!” You march inside the house, leaving Hobie's side and pushing away the confused film crew. Kicking the front door open, you enter the house, already noticing the cold air getting inside.

Hobie follows right behind you, your shriek coming from the inside has him immediately appearing right next to you.

“That's my fucking room!” You hold your head in your hands with a frantic look on your face. The camera and Hobie follow your gaze, finding the ceiling now has a person-shaped hole on it.

Hobie had to tamp down a guffaw at how perfectly shaped it is. The hole goes through from the roof to your room then down to the living room ceiling.

“Found the source of the draft you were complainin’ ‘bout last night.” He pokes your side to lighten the mood. “Now you really have an excuse to stay in mine.”

You stomp your foot down, annoyed by it all. “I swear Felicia does this everytime I get my shit together!”

Hobie blinks, then his expression morphs into shock. “That Felicia's your godmother?! The same witch that cursed your whole family?!”

Your eyes widen briefly, head slowly turning towards Hobie. “...no, what I meant was—” The pile of wood and cotton candy insulation moves and groans, the perfect distraction for you. “Oh shit! Someone's under there!” You fail to act worried as you help the person underneath all the rubble.

With a helping hand, a teenager emerges from the splinters. He still holds onto his broom, cloak covered in dust and pink fluffy insulation, yet his hair is still perfect in every way. You're quite jealous.

“You okay?” You flick your eyes towards Hobie who seems concerned about the poor kid who plummeted down through his house.

“Sorry about the damage, lady.”

His deep brown eyes stare into your soul. Maybe he can, your godmother's apprentice always has some gift, that's why she trains them and once they've unlocked their potential, she dumps them on either you or your family members. You still have no idea why she does it though.

The said apprentice notices the cameras following you, and his frown turns into a bright smile. You swear you'll need sunglasses around this kid.

“Oh, cameras! Hello!” He waves back at them all friendly like.

“Did you hit your head that hard?” Hobie gently tilts the kid's head to the side to check for an injury, finding none. He locks eyes with you, answering your question wordlessly, and you sigh in relief.

“Uh, don't think so.” The apprentice knocks on his head and you immediately take his hand to avoid further damage.

“Okay, we're gonna sit down now.” You carefully lead him towards the couch, stepping over debris and a shattered guitar that Hobie doesn't seem to mind being broken.

“A shitty rocker gave that to me, don't worry about it.” He tells the camera and you.

The plush seat helps the kid relax. You take a pen light from your coat, checking signs of a concussion. Thankfully you find none. “You seem good. Can you tell me your name?”

“Pavitr Prabhakar. But you can call me Pav if you like.” He smiles at you, giving you his hand to shake.

“Y/N, and this vampire here is Hobie.” You shake his hand briefly before letting him go and glancing at Hobie, having a wordless conversation.

“Nice to meet you. Sorry about the roof.” He frowns, concerned about the giant hole that is now in the living room.

“Don’t worry, I'll send your mentor the bill.” You stand up, pocketing the pen light. “Felicia does this every time she's bored of her apprentice.” Hobie raises a brow at you, jaw tightening at the name uttered. You ignore it for now. “You seem fine. So come on, where do you live, kid? I'll drive you.” You gently tap him, jiggling your carabiner of keys.

“Mumbai.”

“Damn it.” You hiss.

Hobie finally lets out a loud guffaw that rattles the house, making a plank of wood fall from the ruined ceiling.

“We'll figure this out later.” Checking your watch, you head out. “I'm so late.”

Hobie protests immediately, fluffy slippers squeaking on the floor as he follows you outside. “What about the kid?”

“Just keep him entertained or give him some juice!” You open your car with a beep, entering the driver's seat. “Open tiktok or something!”

“A what?!”

You poke your head out of the rolled down window. “Just don't eat the kid, dude.”

“Dude?!” He animatedly gestures around him like you've scorned him. “That’s not what you called me last night, darling!”

You beam at him playfully. “Dude! There's a kid inside! Don't start!” You're already backing away from the driveway.

He huffs on the porch, hand placed on his hips. “Jus’ don't forget about tonight!”

“Yeah, yeah! Bye!” The car screeches as you drive away wildly as if you're in Tokyo drift.

Hobie exhales deeply, turning around to meet with Pavitr’s polite smile. “D’you like ice cream?” He nods happily. “C’mon, let's get you a bowl. And make sure you grab the one with her name on it, yeah?”

—

The mundane grocery store has you breaking down your defenses that are always on high alert because of your upbringing. So when the camera crew appears right behind you, followed by a familiar black smoke forming into a silhouette, you almost jump in place.

“Nice melons.” Hobie’s face materializes next to you, he glances at the two melons you have in each of your hands with a raised mischievous brow. You roll your eyes, gently placing the fruit back down on the crate.

He leans on the apples right next to you while you were stacking the melons properly after someone took one from the bottom. His brow is raised, eyes flicking towards Jared the cameraman for approval. The said man seems to bite his lip to prevent a laugh from escaping, especially after seeing your deadly glare.

You yank the fruit from under Hobie's arm, making him stumble a bit. “Don't lay on the apples, Hobie.” Your tired voice echoes around the near empty grocery store. This is why you took the night shift, it's more quiet. That and the night deferential salary. “What are you even doing here? Please don't tell me you couldn't keep the kid alive for more than six hours.

His face flickers into concern briefly before smiling softly at you. “Our son misses you.” Gesturing behind him, you peek behind him to see Pavitr browsing the shampoo aisle. “‘Sides, we're here to pick you up for our appointment.” He suddenly groans and rolls his eyes. “I hate that fuckin' word, ‘appointment.’” He shivers in place.

“Pick me up? I'm the one with the car, Hobie.” His grin widens. “No, you're not literally picking me up and flying us towards the city hall.” He pouts, fangs peeking from his lips. “No, remember what happened last time I let you?”

“C’mon, love, it'll be a bloody crackin’ entrance. Strike fear into the hearts of government employees.”

“No, could you guys wait twenty minutes until I finish up my shift?” A thud rings out around the quiet store, you and Hobie look at the source only to find Pav trying to pick up a fallen bottle of shampoo with its strawberry scented contents now oozing on the floor. “You okay?”

“I'm sorry.” Pav's shoulders are slumped, face contorted into fear.

You sigh, heading towards him to help clean it up. “It's alright, don't step into it, you might slip.”

Pavitr looks at you apologetically, “I can pay for it—”

“No need, bruv.” With a wave of Hobie's hand, the oozing shampoo returns back into its bottle on its own. As if being replayed backwards on tape until it flips back on the shelf. Pav stares at him with wide shining eyes. Hobie shrugs at him, patting the top of Pav's head. “See, ‘s fine now.”

“Woah you're really powerful.” Pavitr says with wondernment. “Now I know why my mentor left me with you guys!”

Hobie glances at you only to be met with an empty space. “Oi!” His long legs immediately catch up to you towards the meat aisle. Pavitr follows right behind Hobie, trying not to get distracted by the scented candle aisle they passed through. “Darling, we gotta talk.”

“Uh oh!” You sarcastically say, trying to act busy while you stack up packaged chicken nuggets in the freezer. “We don't, Hobie.”

“What's up with you and Felicia, hm?”

“What's up with you and Felicia?” You throw his words back.

“That was bloody centuries ago, love.” You click your tongue, annoyed at him. Hobie pinches his brows together, instructing Pav to busy himself somewhere while mom and dad talk.

The younger witch makes a face before leaving towards the candle aisle. He was hoping that the crew would do the same but all they did was hide behind a cookie standee to film the interaction subtly. If subtle was an elephant stomping through the aisles.

“Are you fuckin' jealous?” The corner of his lips tick upwards into a smirk. “Thought you didn't fancy me very much, huh?”

You pause, elbow deep in the freezer. “I still don't fancy you.” Emphasizing the word, his smirk turns into a hurt expression. “Don't forget that I tried to kill you, Hobie.”

But he recovers quickly. “That's not what you say every night in my coffin—”

“Felicia is my godmother, there, happy?” You huff, shutting the freezer door loudly. Inhaling, you think of a lie.

You can't exactly please everyone in this situation. If you tell Hobie the truth that your family has broken the curse and is now able to kill him? That could enrage him so much that he could kill you and your entire family in one fell swoop. Sometimes the soft embraces and gentle words make you forget that he was once worshiped as a god. You really don't believe he'll do that but your years of studies hinders you to think otherwise. Or you lie, you keep your family happy and safe, and Hobie stays in the dark. Win/win. If only it were that easy when he's staring at you like that. As if you were the exact person he fell for centuries ago. As if he loved you for who you are and not your ancestor’s face you wear. It's not your fault that you look like her. And yet, it's entirely your fault for falling for him. The one you were supposed to kill three years ago.

“How did that happen?” His voice wakes you up from your internal turmoil.

“They…” you stare deeply into his wine red eyes. Hoping that something will make you fall out of love. But you find none, you find yourself drowning in those crimson pools. Your godmother was right, you're bad with choosing partners. “...They made a deal before I was born. Way before I was born.”

Hobie waits for more but you stay silent, your nails digging into your palms while you lie. “And? What was the deal?”

“I don't know, Hobie. No one told me, it's a family secret— a house secret. The elders only know about it.” You feel awful, like you're spitting venom right at his face.

For a second, you thought that he's able to see through your well concealed lie. But with his nod, he trusts your words wholeheartedly. He trusts you. Maybe he shouldn't.

“Right.” He glances at the cameras still rolling before reaching for your hand atop the freezer to unfurl your fists gently. “We'll wait for you outside—”

The sound of glass shattering smashes the tense atmosphere, followed by Pavitr's muffled apologies. “Gotta help our kid before he breaks anythin' else.”

“Please, before I get fired.” You urge him to go, but his touch lingers on you. Before he could leave, he brings your hands towards his cold lips, pressing softly along the knuckles while he keeps his eyes on you and you only. “Hobie…” Your guilt eats at you.

Watching his back retreat from you has your heart clenching at the sight. You're used to lying, lying to your family about a monster kill when in truth you let them go out of pity. Lying to lovers about your profession; lying comes natural to you. But with Hobie, it's like swallowing a flaming bullet.

“Men, right?” The sudden voice startles you, staring at the source, you find the grocery store owner behind the butcher's counter, with a large knife in her hand.

“It's not nice to eavesdrop, Janet.”

“So is slacking. Get back to work.” With a roll of your eyes and a smile, you head back towards the front of the store.

You stare directly at the camera, “cut this part out.”

—

“Stop touching shit, Hobie.” You drive recklessly in your kia with Hobie in the passenger's seat, Pavitr in the backseat, and Jared the cameraman holding onto dear life right next to him.

“Can't help it, it's my first time in your car.” He smiles as he checks himself out in the rearview mirror. Smiling, he leans on the center console, teasing you with a simple look. “Your air freshener smells oddly like fresh linen and sandalwood, love. I wonder why.” His grin gets bigger with every word. You've been got.

“I like it!” Pav unintentionally saves you the embarrassment. “Reminds me of an ikea.”

You snort, dodging a car on the road like you're Vin Diesel in fast and furious. “It does smell like it, right?” Glancing beside you, you see Hobie frown and sit up right on his seat with a slight huff.

Hobie side eyes you, eyes glinting with playfulness. “Oi, Pav, fancy a snack?”

“No, thank you—”

“Right! The kid's hungry, love. ‘m sure you've got your stash in ‘ere.” Before you could stop him, he reached towards the glove box, opening it swiftly and releasing a stuffed worn out rabbit to tumble out of it.

“Shit,” you curse under your breath. “Don't, Hobie.”

He picks it up by its patchwork ears. “What's this then?”

“Uh, a rabbit. Is this a test?” Pavitr peeks from behind you to stare intently at the plushie. “Yep, a stuffed rabbit.” He confirms.

Your annoyance grows. “Just let it go.” Trying to snatch it, Hobie holds it further away from you. “It's just a toy!” You almost swivel on the road, but you manage to drive straight, eyes keeping up front.

Jared feels like he's about to piss himself.

“I know what it is, the question is, why hide it from me?” He mocks a pensive look, oddly sniffing at the toy. “Pav, mate, any chance that you're a medium?”

“Dude.” You warn. “I swear I will hit the breaks so fast you'll go through the windshield.” Jared hopes you don't.

Pavitr smiles widely, but Hobie stops him. “And don't say that you're a small, bruv. I invented that joke.”

Pav pouts lightly, “...no.”

He shrugs, “damn, the secrets this thing could tell me.”

“I use it as pixie bait, Hobie!” You finally make it to the city hall, thankfully finding it still open even though it's close to two am. You guess that it's a new policy to remain open 24/7? You have no idea, the whole city is weird enough to have goblins and vampires roaming around with no one the wiser.

“Sure…” He flips the bunny upside down, releasing a quiet squeak when he does. Grinning from ear to ear, you already know what he saw whilst you were too busy parking the car. “Then why does it have your name scribbled on it, hm?” To add salt to your wound, he shows the camera your child-like handwriting on the bottom of its fluffy foot. The lens zooms in, making sure that it gets all the details. “Why do you still need a stuffed toy when you have me, love—?” You're already outside, door closed as you leave them behind in the car. Hobie's muffled guffaw can be heard from where you are.

“I think it's cute that she kept a childhood keepsake.” Pav chimes in, opening his door to exit. He leaves Hobie to think about it further.

As you walk towards the entrance, you feel a rush of wind behind you, then a not so subtle arm snaking over your shoulders. Sighing, you stare at Hobie, finding that he has pocketed your bunny inside his coat pocket.

“What? Just keepin’ him safe, don't worry.”

“You better not lose Mr. Prince.” Shoving him off, you leave them behind as you head inside the building.

Hobie looks over at the camera, smirking while patting the rabbit's head.

—

As you enter the glass double doors to collections, you have a group of mismatched people following right behind you, making you seem like you're someone incredibly important. Good thing there's only a handful of people waiting inside. Or else you'd be embarrassed about appearing with a dozen people right next to you. Add the cameras, lights and boom mics, people might ask for Hobie's autograph seeing that he looks like a punk star in his usual red velvet and leather getup. He's in his usual spiked jacket, complete with the numerous pins and patches that you will never confess to anyone that you helped stitch some of it.

And Hobie will never confess to having your initials embossed on the inside, lest you take a peek inside. Which has happened before, if he wasn't fast enough back then, you would've noticed how it's placed right above his heart. The red velvet pants he has on looks comfortable, you know it is from how you borrowed it before when you thought it was pajama pants. His ringed fingers glint in the light, shining as if it's hypnotizing you. The small scattered group of people seem to think so too when they can't get their eyes off of the certain punk. And yet, his eyes don't wander, they're only looking at you as you take a number and sit patiently under the harsh fluorescent light of the government building. Pavitr takes notice of this, so does the whole camera crew. But they don't say anything, just letting him unabashedly stare at you with fondness in those crimson eyes.

Looking up at the screen that says what number they're serving now, you find that you're only two people away from being called on. So you sit tight, pretending that you don't feel his affectionate eyes on you. You try not to glance at him, lest you lean against him and cuddle on his side. You know it's bound to happen when he looks at you like you're the living embodiment of a blood bag. You're not his blood bag, not yet anyway.

The room feels stiff with its drab grey walls, boring PSA posters, and even more boring royalty free music playing softly in the speakers. You feel sorry for the employees right now for hearing that kind of music on loop for eight hours. The air around the place is just incredibly mind bogglingly boring. The room doesn't even smell anything, as if the room itself sucked all the good things and farted it out in the parking lot.

You can hear the whirring of the camera lens while they take establishing shots of the entire place. You're used to the sound nowadays, what you're still not used to is the questioning stares from people around you. Sighing, you feel Hobie's arm snake around your shoulder subtly. While Pav sits on your left, and trying to ignore the blatant PDA, Hobie lounges on the cold metal bench as if he owns the place. You can hear him scoffing and murmuring a “bureaucrat” under his breath after waiting for exactly six minutes.

“Be patient, Hobie, we just got here.” You pat his hand laying on your clavicle, index playing with the frayed edges of your shirt.

The camera hones in on the close proximity, and Pav stares at the camera with a blank stare. One day in and he's already tired of it.

“‘m gettin' hungry, darling.” Hobie replies with a playful lilt.

“You fed after you woke up.” You unconsciously touch the side of your neck where the two pinpricks of scars lay. The lenses whirr again, and you don't have to wonder what they're currently shooting at. Leaning closer to him, a smirk immediately appears on his lips when he gets a whiff of your familiar perfume. “Don't be greedy.” Your whispered words are no use when the mics pick it up clearly.

“Still, ‘m hungry now.” His honeyed wine eyes glance at the bathroom in the far corner of the room. You take notice.

“No.” You enunciate for clarity. He pouts, feigning disappointment. “Keep those fangs in, Hobie.”

“Until we get home?” He whispers against the shell of your ear as you see your number glaring on the screen.

“In your dreams.” You say, standing up to go to the nearest available counter. Hobie's quiet footfalls follow you immediately together with Pavitr's louder footsteps. The camera crew stay a few ways away from you, save for Jared the cameraman who sidles up with you on the counter.

“I love seein’ you in my dreams, lovie.” He calls after you. And you ignore him with a roll of your eyes.

“What are we doing here again?” Pav scratches the back of his head, talking in between yawns. “Are we getting your marriage certificate?”

“What?” You almost yell in shock. “No, we're here to pay our dues.”

Hobie chuckles, “Where'd you get that idea, bruv?”

“Marrying your familiar isn't unheard of—”

“She's not my bloody familiar.” Hobie says, a bit offended.

Pavitr gives an apologetic look, hands raised in surrender.

“I'm not his fucking familiar.” You simultaneously say with Hobie, but the second you let out the sentence, the person behind the counter appears. “Shit– sorry, hi. We're here to check our balance?”

“Uh,” the brown eyed boy wearing an oversized hoodie glances at the camera next to you, then his eyes widens at the sight of you and Hobie. Recognition flits across his face for a second before clearing his throat. “HOA fees right?” he's already typing, weirdly enough, he doesn't ask for your name or Hobie's, he didn't even ask what the camera crew is about. Hell, he didn't even ask what's up with the bunny inside Hobie's pocket.

You flick your eyes towards his nametag, reading his name and position internally. ‘Miles Morales, intern.’

“Thanks, mate.” Hobie rests his chin atop your shoulder, while Pav tries to take a peek at what the guy behind the counter is typing. You resist the urge to cup the back of Hobie's neck.

“Hey, aren't you my age?” Pavitr suddenly asks, face pressed against the glass.

“Uh, don't do that. The glass is nasty.” Miles answers while still typing. Pavitr immediately moves away from the glass pane. “Yeah, I guess.” He taps his badge, “got the short end of the stick.” Pav nods, now leaning on the glass all nonchalant, copying Hobie.

“Let me guess,” Hobie chimes in, hand slyly pressed on the small of your back, giving you enough space to move away. But you remain still, even leaning against him. The producer and Jared the camera man take note of this. “Your old man gave you community service for spray paintin’ hm?”

Miles pauses from typing, eyebrows pinched together in confusion. “I didn't give you permission to read my mind.”

Now it's your turn to be confused. “You know that he's a vampire?” Pointing at Hobie's chin, you can feel him smile on your shoulder.

“Bro has red eyes, and has been glancing at your neck.” he shrugs, “What else could he be?”

You and Hobie chuckle nervously, getting called out is embarrassing enough, but getting called out by a teenager is much more mortifying.

Hobie looks impressed. “I didn't read your mind, mate. I saw your phone wallpaper and it has your old man wearing a copper’s uniform. Then I saw the paint on your hands, I put two and two together. I don't do that invasive shit, come of it.”

You crane your neck to see him looking back at you smugly, proud of his own perceptiveness.

Miles smacks his lips together, continuing to type, keyboard clicking loudly around the room. For a half second, Miles' eyes turn white, as fast as it came, it's gone. If you blinked right there and then, you would've missed it. Pavitr seems to notice too, he moves next to your side, hand cupping your elbow. He's probably freaked out about it but didn't want to say anything. Hobie noticed it, based on how he squeezes your hip lightly. Jared looks like he saw a ghost, his hands trembling as he holds the camera.

“Right, Brown residence on—? Watch out for the mail cart!” Just as he says it, the sound of rolling wheels and metallic clanging can be heard right behind you. The presumably mail guy runs after it frantically, trying to catch up.

Grabbing Pav out of the way, Hobie in turn moves the two of you away from harm as the cart smashes against the counter. Envelopes and packages fly off, the sound of metal bending has you gnashing your teeth together. If not for Hobie, you would've been pancaked by the cart. Good thing Jared the camera man had enough time to jump back. You can't exactly pay for the damages if he got run over by the homicidal mail cart.

“Shit, sorry about that!” The man running after it quickly picks up the packages with yours and Pav's help. In a minute or so, he's already wheeling the damaged cart away.

“Knobhead should've been more careful.” He pats the space between your shoulder blades, wordlessly asking if you're alright. With a nod, he returns his attention towards the mysterious Miles.

“You okay, Pav?” You nudge him, smiling kindly at him.

“Yeah,” he pats himself all over, checking for injuries. “You saved my life.” He gasps at you, eyes shining.

You chuckle, “don't worry about it.” Turning towards Miles, you tilt your head curiously at him as he presses gently at his temple. “Headache bothering you?” Hobie glances at you with a soft smile, while the other two stare at you with wide eyes. “One of my cousins was clairvoyant, I know about the skull splitting headaches after a vision.” Grabbing a piece of paper from Miles’ table, you take your pen light, scribbling down a recipe. “She brews these everyday. Helps with her migraines.” You give it to Miles without another word.

He takes it gingerly, skimming through it. “Thanks. It's getting worse these days.” Clearing his throat, he shows you his computer screen. “Turns out you're fully paid for everything. I guess the system got it wrong the first time. It happens a lot.”

Hobie grins at him. “Thanks, bruv.”

“Did you think I rigged the system?” Miles glances at the three of you. “It wasn't me, even if I could do that. You're actually just fully paid. It was probably an error.” He shrugs, “we're good here.”

“Wait, are you sure?” You try to confirm. Flicking your eyes towards the vampire, he just shrugs, more than ready to go home as he tugs you away.

“We need to go before I start eating everyone in ‘ere.” Hobie whispers, pulling you and Pav away from the counter.

“It was nice meeting you, Miles!” Pav waves a goodbye, now getting hauled away by Hobie. The entire crew exits with the three of you, finding the whole encounter boring except for the fact that they just filmed an actual clairvoyant in action.

“You too, Pavitr.” He tiredly answers back.

“He knows my name?” Pav wonders as Hobie opens the double doors with his mind. With a gust of black smoke, he teleports the three of you outside, leaving the crew in the dust.

—

“That was anticlimactic.” You say as you unlock your car, which Hobie quickly sits on the passenger seat before Pav could call shotgun. “Did you know about that?” You ask, leaning against the doorway, head peeking in.

Hobie buckles himself, still holding Mr. Prince hostage. “You better get inside or the rabbit gets it.”

“I'm with Hobie on this one, Y/N, I'm really tired.” Pav yawns, head leaning against Jared's shoulder, all weary.

You sigh, “fine, we still need to get you settled in one of the rooms.”

“Don't worry,” he fights a yawn while you start the engine and put on your seatbelt. “It's only temporary until Felicia takes me back home.” His eyes close gently, lashes fluttering as he relaxes in his seat.

You feel sorry for him, knowing that your godmother dumped him over to you after unlocking his powers. Now he's all by himself after being practically raised by her. Hobie seems to think of the same thing, red eyes turning into a softer hue as he looks at Pav in the rearview mirror. Turning towards you, he knows what you're thinking.

“The blue room. I'll clear it for him.” Without thinking, you reach over the center console to kiss his cheek. His eyes close briefly, breath staggered in his throat.

“Thank you.” Leaning away, you pat his cheek Without looking at the direction of the camera. Good thing that Pavitr's already asleep. “I'll help clean it up.” Hobie seems to be stuck in the moment, leaning against your palm, eyes cast on you.

A loud metal thud ruins the saccharine moment. Screaming in shock, you see Miles huffing in front of the car, fists knocking on the hood. Pavitr snorts in his sleep, none the wiser at what transpired.

“What the hell, man! I just bought this!”

Hobie's eyes glare dangerously at Miles for ruining the moment and for punching the hood of your kia.

“I—I need help!” He heaves, panting like he ran after you three. “It's my friend! She's in trouble!”

Hobie's demeanour changes. You're already unlocking the door for Miles. “Get in!”

—

“There!” Miles points at the city's cemetery.

Fog rolls in, blanketing the grassy knoll and grey gravestones. Curved trees loom overhead, moonlight beaming down, painting the leaves in its silver light. You slow down the car into a stop, eyes trying to decipher what's hiding in the mist. Before you could stop Miles, he's already running further into the cemetery.

“Fuck! Don't run off!” You yell after him, releasing your seatbelt as you quickly grab a dagger under your seat. Opening the door, Hobie grabs your wrist, clawed hand wrapping gently around you. “What? I gotta help the kid!”

His red pupils shake, lips pursed into concern. For a moment you thought that he'd protest, or even teleport you back home. “I'll come with.” Instead, he releases you, exiting the car in a blur of smoke as you stare at the trail he leaves behind.

You turn towards the backseat, finding Pavitr still sleeping off the day's fatigue. Then you glance at the camera and the van parked right behind your kia. The filming crew could be in terrible danger if they come with you, but with Jared's curt nod, you exhale sharply.

“Stay far from the action and don't do anything reckless. You got that?” You don't wait for his reply as you're already getting out of the car. Speed walking towards the trunk, you open it quickly, yanking the false bottom away to reveal your array of weapons towards the film crew. “Shit, should've asked what we're killing.”

So you chose the quickest thing you have and the most universal thing that could kill an entity, silver tipped arrows and crossbow. Grabbing the quiver, and your utility belt filled with toys for hunting down the supernatural, you head towards the direction Miles went while you frantically equip yourself.

“Hobie!” The cold pinches your cheeks, lashes fluttering in the cold autumn air. Yours and the documentary crew's footsteps crush fallen leaves whilst you dodge gravestones on your way. The fog parts for you, and now you see what you're up against. “Oh good, at least it's not a gang of pixies.”

The ten foot werewolf howls, blond fur matted with dried blood, claws drenched in the same ichor. Your worst fears come to mind, but the second you see Hobie hauling away Miles on his shoulders, you sigh in relief.

The crew listens to you after seeing the behemoth, choosing to get out of your way instead of getting the shot that might win them a golden globe. Instead, they'd rather stay alive in the sidelines even if the footage will be grainy and far away.

Loading the crossbow, you step on the cocking stirrup, anchoring it on the ground as you load the arrow in its crosshairs. Knocking it back with some force, and putting it in place. The sharp string cuts your palm open but you ignore it while your blood drips on the grass below.

“Damn it.”

The camera pans from you over to the werewolf, its teeth are bared, maw opening and closing as it whines, as if it's in pain. Its blue eyes glint in the moonlight as it sniffs the air, head moving until it stops in your direction.

Heart stuck in your throat, you raise the crossbow. The wailing werewolf bounds over to you, paws as big as your head digging into the soil below.

“No, don't shoot!” Miles manages to wiggle out of Hobie's hold, now running towards you, desperately trying to reach you.

“Miles!” With one lightning quick move, Hobie yanks Miles away, and in turn snatching you off your feet, making you miss your shot.

The arrow pierces the tree right next to Jared's head, you swear you can see him collapse on his knees from where you are.

The werewolf slashes at thin air, howling and huffing from the missed mark.

“Why'd you do that?!” You ask Hobie, bracing yourself on a gravestone as you try to keep your dinner down from the sudden jerky movement.

“She's my friend!” Miles answers for Hobie. “Don't kill her please.” He grabs you by the shoulders, and you now notice how he limps. “She's already hurt.”

You glance at Hobie, who nods at you. Looking at Miles’ friend, you find her clawing at her head, still crying out in pain. Tilting your head, you notice that her ears are bleeding, claws digging in her ears. Like she's trying to quiet down the noises. But you're at a cemetery, the quietest place you can be at night.

Miles yells your name, shaking you awake. “Can you help her?!”

“I think I can.” You stand up straight despite your nerves inching its way into your chest. “Go wake up Pav, tell him he needs to do a trapping spell, one that is strong enough for her.”

“W–What?” Miles is panicking, hands shaking and body trembling from fear.

“I know we just met but you trusted us enough for you to ask for help.” You clasp his shoulder. “Please do what I tell you so we can help your friend properly, okay? Nod if you understand.” He nods, still trembling. “Good, wake up Pav, tell him to cast a trapping spell, one that would last for at least ten to fifteen minutes. Before he does that, go to my trunk,” you hand him your keys. “There's a leather pouch in there filled with vials. Take the whole pouch and then my mortar and pestle. As much as possible, avoid her. She won't be able to recognize you in this state. Hobie and I will keep her occupied.”

“Mate, do you understand?” Hobie takes a look at the werewolf then over to Miles. “You can do it, weave through the trees, avoid her eyes, easy, thread the bloody needle.”

“O–Okay.” He takes a deep breath. And you encourage him with a smile. “Her name's Gwen, please don't hurt her.” With those words, he enters the thicket, running even with his sprained ankle.

Gwen doesn't seem to notice him just yet, she's still wincing and groaning on the ground. Paws still clutching at her bleeding ears.

“What do you think, lovie? Should we call your uncle the Jersey devil?” Hobie sidles up to you, nudging you with his shoulder.

You chuckle despite the dire situation, hands feeling for the things in your utility belt, making mental notes of what you currently have. “Don't call him that just because he has a birthmark in the shape of Jersey.”

“I think he's the only family member you have that I like.” He says while slipping off his leather jacket and draping it over a tombstone.

“I'll tell him that.” Dropping the crossbow, you opt for a more defensive strategy. Hobie walks in front of you, subconsciously protecting you. With trepidation in your veins, you hold him back with your hand clasped around his wrist. “Don't die. I'm the only one who's allowed to kill you.”

He looks over his shoulder, smiling softly. “‘m immortal, remember?”

“Immortal, not invincible.” His red eyes soften into a pinkish hue.

“Fuck it.” Hobie grins before cupping your cheeks and leaving a chaste kiss on your lips. Leaving you breathless. It was so fast that you barely felt it. Like a breeze fluttering by, but you savour it nonetheless. He runs his thumb across the scar he left on your neck lovingly. “Twilight fans will cream themselves when they see this fight.”

“You ruined the moment.” You whisper, leaning closer to peck the corner of his lips. In your peripheral, you see Pavitr is now awake, with Miles rummaging through your trunk. But the most concerning thing is Gwen is now noticing the two boys behind her. “Go fulfill some fanfic, vamp.”

He winks all suave, then a puff of smoke envelopes you, hugging your form before a large bat appears through it. Hobat flies towards Gwen with a determined screech.

Hobie distracts Gwen, his bat form circling around her wildly as he dodges her clawed swipes. She continues to yelp and huff at him, blue eyes darkening with annoyance at the shrieking bat that is the size of a grown man. You've seen this bat form of him a few times before, but it always astonishes how flawless he flies overhead. Even though you've seen him drunk in this form before.

Whistling out loudly, you take Gwen's attention briefly before she could side swipe at one of Hobie's wings. His claws dig into her matted fur, tugging and pulling at it like a playground bully.

You step into the fray to help him. You can't help but worry with every second that ticks by. Taking a smoke canister from your utility belt, the can is filled with bright pink smoke, you throw it in the direction of the frantic werewolf, obscuring her vision and staggering her backwards from the hissing sound the cans emanated. You circle around her, throwing more and more of the canister. Her yowling echoes in the cemetery, sending shivers down your spine. The pink smoke is dyeing her blond fur, mixing in with the darker crimson hue.

Miles suddenly calls for you, inadvertently getting Gwen's attention from Hobat. “Ah shit!” Gwen turns towards him, ready to pounce at her friend. “Gwen, it's me—!”

Gwen raises a large clawed paw, and you don't even think before you lunge at Miles to push him away from harm. Your bag clatters in the ground. With a thump and the sound of cloth tearing, you land with Miles on the soft soil, dry grass clinging to the both of you.

“You okay?” You huff, giving him a once over to check for injuries. He nods his head, eyes wide with panic, and staring above you. Looking over your shoulder, you see her going in for the kill. “Hobie.” You whisper into the wind, he hears it, frozen heart clenching at the scene as he tries to get Gwen's attention.

It's futile.

Within a half second, Hobie turns into his regular form above Gwen, fist raised, ready to strike. He meets with your fearful eyes, your own body shielding Miles. Dread fills him as Gwen's knife-like claws get closer and closer to your head— he can't see you die again.

A sudden blast of light blinds him. Instead of landing a hit on Gwen's furry face, he slams unceremoniously on a glass like dome, face smashing against it harshly. He groans, body sliding down the dome slowly. As he hits the ground, he immediately runs towards you at unimaginable speed.

Yelling your name, he finds you sitting on the grass with Miles, still heaving from the close call. “Love!” He makes it to you, hands immediately cradling your face. “Fuck, I thought I lost you.”

Taking his wrists, you close your eyes, leveling your breathing as you inhale his perfume to ground you back to reality. “I'm o–okay.” There's a sudden ache on your leg that you ignore for now. “We need to put her to sleep.”

Miles stares up at Gwen, claws piercing through the spell but still holding her in place. “That won't hurt, right?”

“No, it won't. Just think about it like a sleeping pill.” You try to stand up, but you feel something wet just under you. Placing your hand under your thigh, it's warm and wet. Lifting your palm, you see red. “Oh.”

Hobie smells the familiar scent, alarms ringing in his head just as when you lift your hand up. “No,” he immediately rips a piece of fabric from his shirt to quickly wrap it around your wound. “You'll be okay.” His hands are drenched with your blood, and not in a good way.

Pavitr makes it to your side, hands glowing with the same yellow light from the spell. His eyes widen at your bleeding leg. “Is she gonna be okay?”

Miles' terrified stare has you rethinking your injury. Gwen mumbles incoherently inside the bubble, snout sniffing at your spilled blood. “It was an accident.” He whispers, you don't know if he's saying it to you or to his friend.

“I'll be okay, just a flesh wound.” You tug at Hobie's arm, feeling the tingling sensation from the loss of blood. You have to do it quickly. “Hobie.” Tying the cloth around you tightly, he's too panicked to hear you, blood rushing in his ears, fangs out as he tries to tamp down his hunger. “Hobie.” Cupping his cheek, he finally looks at you. “I'll be okay, we have blood bags at home, and we can stitch this later. For now, someone go get my kit, Pav can't hold her back forever.”

“I can wait—” Pav's glowing hands are starting to shake.

“No, you can't.” You say as you take the leather bag from Miles' trembling fingers. “I can survive this, don't worry.” You can tell that he's feeling guilty. “I won't turn into a werewolf if you're worried about that. I need to get bitten to turn.” Hobie gives you space to work, your leg aches but you carry on.

“I think you dyin’ from blood loss is our main concern, love.” Hobie stares at you fondly while you expertly pick your herbs and flowers into the mixture inside the mortar. Using your teeth to open the vials, pouring just the right amount as if you're not actively bleeding.

“Nobody's dying today, Hobie.” You glance at him, smiling softly before you return to crushing the ingredients together until it turns into a metallic purple shade. “Needs more wolfsbane.” You add a bit more into the concoction, crushing it into the mortar.

“Y/N?” Pav's shaking voice has you pausing in place. “I'm g–getting tired, I'm sorry.” Sweat dribbles off his forehead, straining from the spell.

“Just a few more seconds, Pav, you're doing great.” You have no time to finesse the crushing, so with a few more strikes to the bright purple powder, you immediately take a handful of it. “Help me up.” Hobie quickly grabs hold of you, arms enveloping around you as you anchor yourself against him. “Can you open it a bit?”

“What?” Pavitr swallowed thickly.

“Just enough for the powder to get inside.” You see the apprehension in his eyes. “You can do it.”

He nods slowly, still unsure. His left hand balls into a fist, unclenching it slowly. Lips muttering a spell softly. You watch while a hole emerges from the side, Gwen roars at you, an ear piercing sound that has the birds waking up from their nests.

“It's okay.” You slowly approach the opening, fist unfurling in front of it. Without wasting another second for Pav's sake, you gently blow at the powder, sending it fluttering inside the dome that encapsulates her. The opening closes, keeping the substance inside. “C’mon, go to sleep.” Hobie feels you weaken in his hold, he brings you back down on the grass, letting you lean against his body. “Thanks, guys. You all did well.” Voice wavering, you look up at Hobie as you hear Gwen's soft yawning. “Thank you, Hobie.”

“Oi,” his tone cracks, “don't die on me.”

“Not a chance. I think I inhaled a bit of it.” You chuckle, craning your neck just in time to see Gwen slump on the grass, snoring softly. “She was hearing voices, wasn't she?” Eyes flicking over to Miles, he nods, relief evident in his shoulders.

“Yeah, she— she's a medium.”

You nod, understanding fully. “She has no pack because of her ability.”

“Yeah,” Miles sniffles, and Pav releases the spell, opening the dome fully. Light fades away, replaced by the bitter blue of dawn. “She only has me.”

“A medium werewolf, there's a joke in there somewhere.” Hobie quips, admiring you in the glow of the early morning sky. He has never seen you in this light, and this is the closest he has gotten to sunlight in a thousand years. But warmth? He feels it everytime you walk into the room. Hand reaching for the stuffed bunny, he places it on your arm for comfort. “Let's get you some blood, yeah?”

“Oh how the turn tables.” You chuckle, hugging Mr. Prince as Hobie lifts you up and carries you. “Hold on,” you look at your childhood companion in its button eyes. “I think Gwen needs him more than I do.” You hand it to Miles so that he could place it on the crook of her arm. Gwen immediately feels the fluffiness, curling around the plushie and hugging it in her werewolf form.

The sun peeks from the horizon, now it's your turn to panic. “Do you want to be toasted, Hobie? Because if we stay for a minute longer you'll be a pile of ash. And that doesn't look good on T.V.”

The filming crew walks towards the group now that it has calmed down. They're still shaking from what happened, but they're alright. The sun slowly inches its way over to you and the group, flooding the way behind you in its golden rays.

Hobie's skin is starting to sizzle, and yet he still smiles with endearment at you and the little rag tag group he's lucky enough to run into. You stare longingly at him while the glow of the sunrise bathes his face. You can't help but imagine a life where he could walk in the light again. One day, he'll be able to once he reaches a certain age, but for now, you're well alright with walking the shadows with him.

Hobie’s tempted to kiss you right then and there if not for the threat of him becoming cement. “Take large werewolf and that's so raven ‘ere and meet us back home, Pav.” Your car keys leap off from the ground and into Pavitr's hand. “Don't forget my jacket.” Before the sun fully blankets the cemetery, you and Hobie disappear into a puff of blackened smoke.

Pav sniffs, “But I don't know how to drive.”

—

“Well, I'm alive!” You gesture at yourself on the couch while Hobie lounges right next to you. His arm is perched right on your shoulders, fingers brushing along the pin prick scar on your neck. “It's been a long recovery.” You sigh, “too fucking long.”

“But we made it.” Hobie pats your stomach lovingly. “Two months and we've got her runnin’ circles around us.”

You scrunch your face into a scowl, flinging his hand away from your tummy. “Don't do that, they might think I'm knocked up.” Shrugging, he instead pats your face with his palm covering your entire face. “This isn't any better, Hobie.”

A blond girl with pink highlights walks behind you, leaning against the couch with a smirk. “Congratulations on the little abomination.” She flicks her blue eyes towards the camera, pointing at herself. “Gwen, the werewolf who almost killed her.”

Hobie finally releases your face. Revealing your glare, which he covers up again with his hand. “Right, I guess she lives here now too.”

Gwen rolls her eyes, jumping over the couch to sit next to you and yank off Hobie's hand away from your face. “You guess? You're the one who invited me here, Vampire.” She leans over you, eyeing him up and down. “You of all people should know the value of an invitation.” Sticking her tongue out, she places her head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your arm.

“Get off my darling, mutt.”

“Nope, bloodsucker.”

You stare at the camera with a flat expression. “Just do the montage for context.”

—

The scene shifts with you while on bed rest, flipping off the camera that the crew has sneakily managed to peek through the crack in the doorway. Gwen, now in her human form, has taken the mantle of taking care of you. Even though you've told her numerous times that it's not her fault and shouldn't feel guilty about it. She always answers with her puppy dog eyes, and you always surrender.

She's covered in bandages herself, still healing from what you've been told— from a werewolf pack that decided to pick on her during the full moon. With some help from your books, you found a way to tamp down the ghosts that haunt her. And in turn, shutting up the lifeless voices she hears. There's nothing you can do about the transformations though.

Gwen pauses from her reading to you, sniffing at the air. “I smell death.” You roll your eyes at the comment.

“Not again, Gwen—”

With smoke slithering inside, Hobie appears in the room, carrying bags filled with take out. Gwen makes a face at Hobie, nose scrunched up. “Oh, just him.”

Hobie smirks at her, but his eyes glare at her before turning soft when he sees that she was reading to you. “I guess you don't want your spring roll then?”

Gwen gasps, offended. “No, I want it!” She pounces over the bed, bodying Hobie. He falls back into the door, shutting it closed, slamming into Jared and making him stumble backwards into the stairs.

The camera falls with him, landing directly next to Pavitr's feet, it catches his shocked expression. His scream almost cracks the lens. He panics around the groaning cameraman, calling for Miles who appears from the doorway, joining Pav’s side.

“Why's Jared on the floor?”

—

The mics pick up the soft hum of the record player, the candle lights gives off a lens flare when the camera moves to fix the angle they're capturing. There you are sitting next to Hobie on the long dining table, laughing with Miles about something, while Pavitr accidentally knocks his glass of orange juice from his bout of laughter.

“It was one time!” Gwen exclaims, giggling along.

“That poor leprechaun, Gwendy.” Hobie shakes his head, acting as if he's disappointed at her. He takes a subtle look at you, smiling with his bloodstained fangs from the goblet of blood that he's having. It makes you laugh harder.

The camera moves downwards, recording what's under the table. Hobie's hand is atop your own, fingers interlocked with yours lovingly.

“I didn't know they don't like lucky charms, okay!”

The house fills with laughter, warmth blanketing around the once cold and barren home.

—

“A bat!” Pavitr shoots a web of light from his hands towards the shrieking fruit bat flying around the ceiling of the living room.

“Don't let it bite me!” Gwen hides under the couch blanket you specifically placed there for movie nights.

“Transform or something, Gwen!” Miles screams when the tiny bat plunges down towards him, chasing him around the living room as Miles knocks down several knick knacks off the shelves. “Catch it!”

“No, fuck off!” Gwen says, still balled under the crocheted blanket.

“Keep it still, Miles!” Pav shoots wildly, almost hitting the camera directly. “Sorry, Jared!”

“It's gonna bite me! Help!” Miles' voice cracks, feet stumbling all over the carpeted floors.

“Y/N! Help!” The trio simultaneously yells for you.

Within a few seconds, you're off the bed and making your way downstairs with your crutch helping you walk.

“What?! Are the goblins back?!” You skid off the floor, side hitting the door frame but otherwise fine. Looking around, you see the mess that was previously the living room. Then you see Hobat flying around in his smaller bat form, playfully teasing them and riling them up by flying close to each of them. ‘Hobie, change back and stop scaring the kids!’ Is what you would've said if not for Hobie's happy screeching. Instead, you join in on the fun. “Pav! Watch out, it's gonna get you!”

Their simultaneous screams have you guffawing in place. Hobie will change back in front of them later for sure, but until then, he's gonna have his fun.

—

The security camera sits stationary in the living room, pointed directly at the rubble filled floor where Pavitr fell in. The footage is grainy and in black and white, but clear enough to see everything that's happening.

“Keep it still, Pav!” Hobie's muffled voice can be heard from upstairs, followed by some rustling.

“I'm trying! Miles, help me!” Pav answers back, tone muffled from the security camera.

“It's slipping!”

With a yelp, Hobie falls into the hole, plunging down on the living room with a harsh thud.

He groans, Gwen rushing towards the crash. When she sees him lying on the rubble, her loud laughter sends the camera's mic into a scratchy audio that would rock your hearing.

—

Miles leans against the kitchen island, head placed on his palm while you and Hobie help each other with the dishes. If someone told you that you have to actually read a proper cookbook, and shop for ingredients that aren't instant ramen or coffee, you would've told them to get back inside their alternate dimension. But here you are, washing the dishes with a thousand year old vampire you were supposed to kill years ago. Together with a teenage werewolf who can see dead people, a former witch apprentice, and a clairvoyant who probably knows when you'll die but remains quiet about it. He's nice like that.

“So still a no on me being your familiar then?” Miles asks again, and you're sure that he's only doing this to annoy Hobie now.

“No!” He says, towel flipped on his shoulder, and hands placed on his hips.

Miles smiles, getting the reaction he wanted. “Okay, dad.” A chorus of laughter floats around Hobie as he looks down at his very dad-like posture.

If you're not honed in on his micro expressions, you'd think he's proper annoyed or embarrassed, but with the slight tick on the corner of his lips, you know that he's amused and endeared by it all.

“Does that make Y/N our mom?” Pavitr chimes from the dining table, helping Gwen wipe down the oak.

You feel their stares right on your back. Turning around, you face a very smiley Hobie, and a trio of teasing grins. “Get back to cleaning or you're all grounded.”

—

“I heard my name!” Pav saunters inside the living room, flour still sticking to his cheek.

“We were telling the crew how bad of a driver you were.” Gwen teases as Pav sits next to Hobie with a pout.

“We made it didn't we? You didn't even wake up from the bumping!” He argues over you and Hobie, Miles hears the whole thing, following right after Pav.

“It was because of Mr. Prince.” Miles says, falling on the couch with a groan. He sits next to Gwen, pointing at the bunny plushie’s head that's peeking from her back pocket. He makes sure that the cameras zoom in on it.

“Shut up, Miles.” Gwen says through gritted teeth, hiding the bunny with her cardigan.

Pav and Miles snickers in their seat, while you and Hobie look at eachother affectionately. The producer behind the camera tries to ask you a question above the arguing from the three.

Hobie chuckles before shaking his head, he tells you his plan in your mind. He sniffs at the air, fingers snapping together. “Oi, what's that burnin’ smell?”

“Wait, the sourdough!” You play along, acting as if the loaf you made with them is burning inside the oven.

“No!” The trio jumps off the couch, scrambling towards the kitchen and leaving you and Hobie once again.

With a grin, Hobie scooches closer to you, arms pushing you closer to him. You've given up on hiding the affection from the cameras, hell they even captured the kiss, no matter how grainy it was, there was obvious lip locking happening in the cemetery.

You lean your head on his shoulder, that's the line you're willing to cross in front of them. Lest they have to change the content rating on the documentary.

“What happened with the HOA?” The producer asks clearly now.

“I honestly forgot about them.” You glance at Hobie, finding that he's already beaming at you. “They never came back to the house. I guess your payments went through this time.”

Hobie furrows his brows, side eyeing you. “I didn't pay for jack shit, lovie.”

You blink, thinking. “I pay for the electricity and the groceries just like we talked about.”

“Yeah, and I pay for the other shit like the internet and the water—” he points at the camera, “which should be free by the way.” Then he returns his attention to you. “I'm not payin’ for some membership so that the old coots would judge our bloody lawn.”

“That's true, they always complain about the lumpy soil and the wildflowers.”

“Where else would I bury the bodies? The thames? It's already nasty enough.”

“Wait,” you place your hand over his mouth, which based on his eyes, he's fond of it. “Who's been paying for our shit?” You two look at eachother with confusion.

—

“Why did I leave my apprentice with my favourite goddaughter?” Felicia is being interviewed right in front of Hobie's house. Platinum hair blowing in the wind, still in her witch attire, and hand holding onto a broom. “He's too happy for me, literally, his mood is changing my aesthetic.” She grabs a handful of her bright pink cloak. “This used to be black.”

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[yumeaoka-chan]

For Science!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Reader/ Spider-Punk x Vampire! Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Tags: Cursing, blood drinking, blood, lovesick hobie, lovesick reader, cuddling, implied kink(just one mention of it really, it's not even fully there tbh), no physical description of reader, reader is AFAB, (In the Pursuit of Blood reverse au kinda, if you really think about it)

Summary: Your boyfriend has always been curious about your vampiric powers. But there's one question he's been refraining himself from asking.

A/N: Credits for the lovely banners go to @the-shroom-garden !!! Second piece for week 4 of Octobie @the-kr8tor , let's go!!! I'll probably have my third final piece done later this week, idk. I've been on a roll, so there might be a fourth if i can write fast enough💪

“You fuckin’ with me, lovie?”

“No, Hobes. I really can turn into a bat. As well as a swarm of them, but that's besides the point.” You can't help the smile that flits across your face as he gestures to you with open arms and grabby hands. A clear indication that he's waiting for you to do just that, turn into a bat. Hobie knows the sparkle in his eyes is giving away just how excited he is to see you turn and he won't lie about how much he's dying to hold you when you do.

Shaking your head, you let out a playful sigh and place a hand on your forehead, as if you're winded. Turning around, you fall back into your boyfriend's awaiting arms, only for a small cloud of black shimmering mist to appear with a poof when he moves to wrap his arms around you. Hobie's eyes widen in shock as the mist subsides, an excited, lopsided grin on his lips as he peers down at you in his hands. A fuzzy bat about the size of his forearm with fur the same color of your hair. He has to reign in the urge to squish your little cheeks when you peer up at him with big red eyes, so cute and utterly adorable. Not at all good for his heart, he supposes. And when your little bat tongue comes out as you yawn, he goes “Fuck it” and squishes your cheeks between his thumb and index finger.

“Look at you… Too cute, darlin’. I'm gonna have a heart attack, swear”, Hobie coos softly as his other hand comes up to pet at your large ears, dopey smile lighting up his features.

You let out an irritated squeak of protest from the smothering of your cheeks and shake your head free from his fingers. With a small chirp, you open your tiny mouth towards his thumb, tiny fangs making his smile falter as he thinks you're going to bite him for a second. Only for your tiny tongue to gently lick the pad of his thumb, tiny bat body wrapping around his wrist. That was the day Hobie thinks his ‘wanting you to bite and drink from him’ obsession started. He was curious, as one naturally is when their girlfriend is a damn vampire. Days and weeks passed after that and he never uttered a word to you about the subject, not exactly knowing how you'd take being asked to feed from him.

You'd always made sure you were fed before being around him so, he never tried to ask. Although the nagging question and want to know how it felt ate at him day and night. Was it a need? No. Was it want? Perhaps. Was it somehow tied to his…longing of you? Hobie wasn't fully prepared to unpack that yet. Besides, what if the reason you never tried to feed from him was because you cared about him deeply and wished no hurt to come to him? That feeding was a necessity for your survival and you didn't want him to feel like you kept him around for just that? He groans as he thinks about those being the possible reasons, scrubbing a hand over his face with exasperation. It was late in the night with you having gone to feed, leaving Hobie alone in the houseboat with his ever pressing thoughts.

He flopped back on his bed and glared up at the ceiling, trying to will away the questions that flitted around his head a mile a minute. He was genuinely intrigued though. Hobie truly wanted nothing more than to find out just how it felt to be bitten by a vampire, about whether it would hurt or pinch just a bit.

“It's not even like that. She loves me. Plus this is just for…research…”, he mumbles to himself as he flings an arm over his eyes. Would you get mad at him and be offended if he asked you, however? You've always indulged in his curiosity when it came to your abilities but, something like this just had to be… personal. Teeth worrying at his bottom lip and tongue fiddling with his lip piercing, Hobie lays there for a few more moments before sighing and sitting up. He wouldn't ask you. At least, not yet. Too caught up in the long list of cons rather than the short list of pros. Just as he reaches for his guitar, a sudden bang against his window rocks the boat. He holds out both arms to steady himself as the houseboat slowly stops rocking, eyes darting towards the window and ears perked for anything that might spell danger.

His senses don't go haywire, which helps ease the anxiousness beneath his skin. Standing up, Hobie opens the window to peer out of it, only for the fuzzy blur that is you to come hitting him in the face, making him yelp in shock. Your fuzzy body drapes over his head before you slowly slide down into his palms that had quickly come up to catch you. Little chirps leave you, sounding weak and tired. Hobie shakes his head before peering down at you with growing concern as he walks back over to the bed and sits down with you in his arms. With a poof of shimmering black mist, you're back in your human form, albeit bruised and bleeding from multiple cuts. Your body sags weakly against his as you look up at your boyfriend with a shaky smile.

“Evening, Hobie.”

“Oh my days, what the absolute fuck happened to you?” Is what he furiously whispers as his hands tenderly cup your cheeks. You nuzzle into the warmth of his touch as he gently wipes the blood dripping from your forehead, eyes shining with concern and heart aching at your battered form. You can smell the scent of his blood beneath his skin, how it rushes through his veins. With a sigh, you bat tired lashes up at him and softly shrug.

“Not all vampires are as lovely as me. That is to say, I got into a fight with some old shithead and won. ‘M hungry though, didn't get to feed…” You mumble as you bury your face against his chest. Hobie scoffs and shakes his head. Of course you'd find a way to make some joke out of the situation. He's rubbed off on you a bit more than he'd liked to. Pursing his lips and watching as you inhaled the scent of him deeply, that nagging question springs into his mind again. After all, you were battered, tired, and hungry. It couldn't hurt to ask now…

“Hey, um, love? Considering that you need blood to heal and everything… W-What if you were to feed on me…?”

“Oh, finally. I was wondering when you were going to ask this question.” That makes his eyebrows raise in shock, mouth dropping open and eyes blinking repeatedly. You give him a knowing smirk and press a sweet kiss to his chin then his lips.

“Trust me, it's a very common question, baby. You wouldn't be the first to ask it. I am curious what your reason behind it is, though.” Hobie lets out a nervous chuckle, a dopey grin on his face as he avoids your gaze. He shrugs and scratches the back of his head, embarrassment coloring his voice and making it crack a bit.

“U-Uh, well… You know, it's for, um, science! Yeah… Science, lovie.” Not entirely a lie, he was much too flustered to come up with any other excuse. A giggle leaves your lips and Hobie's eyes soften as he gazes at you with fondness. Always so weak whenever you laugh for him, the sound like an arrow straight to his heart. He leans down to kiss you tenderly, hands cupping your face once more and thumb caressing your cheek lovingly. When he pulls back, his heart just about aches at the adoration in your pretty eyes, his heart fluttering in his chest. His thumb tenderly grazes along your bottom lip, gently poking at your fang that sticks out.

“Go ahead then, darlin’. Take what you need, mm?” Slowly nodding your head, you lean up to press your lips against his neck, softly gripping the hair at the back of his nape to gently tilt his head to the side. Your other hand rests on his shoulder. One of his hands is splayed across your back while the other rests on the back of your head.

“I'll be gentle, promise”, you mumble quietly against his skin as your fangs gently graze his flesh. He shivers slightly at the sensation and nods his head, heart pounding in his ears as you pepper his neck in kisses. It's then that he feels your fangs sinking into his flesh, like a shard of ice in his veins. The pain is sharp and quick to come, but goes away just as quickly. He can feel the sensation of his blood being sipped out of his body, a sensation that isn't too unpleasant. Warmth pools beneath his skin and he holds you closer against his body as you drink from him. His mind clears and his body feels lighter, like all of his troubles have been swept away by your touch. Giddiness makes a goofy smile appear on his lips as he presses his neck closer to your lips. You hold onto Hobie gently, tilting his head just a bit more as you lap at the delectable nectar that is his blood. There's something different about it, not like a normal human’s life force. You think that it's probably because your boyfriend is no normal human, after all. There's something energizing about it, something that pumps you up and you feel every wound stitching itself close the longer you drink.

Hobie's little hum and hands growing slightly lax in his grip on you makes you back away, tongue lapping over the bite mark to stop the bleeding. Pressing one final kiss to his neck as thanks, you gaze up at his face with slight concern. Hobie's eyes are half-lidded and glazed with contentment, hands wrapping around you and gently pulling you towards his neck again.

“Finish drinkin’, lovie”, he slurs just a bit, voice deep and soft like he'd been drinking. “Want you to get all better.” His words make you smile and you gently lay him down on the bed. You shush his protests with a soft kiss to his lips before tapping his cheek so that he looks up at you.

“I got just what I needed. Thank you, Hobie.” You coo softly as you drape the blankets over his form. Hobie gives you a lopsided smile, his eyes swimming with such a lovestruck shine to them that you can't help but pepper his face in more kisses. He hums softly as you adorn him with your love, grin widening with every kiss.

“Anythin’ for you, sweetheart”, he mumbles as you turn off the lights and press another kiss on his forehead. Sleep is quickly trying to claim him and he's not one to fight it. “Anythin’ for you.”

[zyettemoon1800]

Early New Year's Resolution:

Though school and work can be a lot, I want to at least upload one a week. I miss being on here and writing. Since I haven't been as active as I wanted to be , it seems like it takes me longer to post one story and I want to do better.

Other thing is I want to write for more things. The pillerman was fun and all when I was starting out and I did gain a lot of attention for doing it, but I am slowly losing interest. Not saying I'm going to completely stop righting for them, but I want other stuff

[roseyxveve]

Intro to my account!! 🎀🪼✍️

- I write and occasionally draw for a number of fandoms.

- I have completely open requests aside from things listed under my DNI’s, so ask anything!!

- The main fandoms/people I write for are TVD (The vampire diaries), Dexter, JJK (Jujutsu Kaisen), Criminal Minds (except for Rossi, JJ, and Gideon), The Originals, Good Girls, Andrew Hozier-Byrne, Hasanabi, and ATSV (no NSFW content for minors though!!), ACOTAR, and Twilight.

- I do write for NSFW requests, BUT, I will not write any content like that about minors or write for requests where a character who is a minor is “aged up”.

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- Bigotry in general

[catmansquad]

The Thirst (P2)

Part 1     Part 3

You recall being led back to Miguel’s penthouse; it was expansive, the home of someone very rich and decorated with the tokens of someone well-travelled. Guided through the moonlit streets by his arm across your shoulders. His smile was gentle, his eyes were kind, he was so very warm to the touch. You had melted into his touch, as he peppered sweet kisses to your skin, humming pleasingly. Then, you had taken his hand and he had pulled you close, that broad chest and strong muscles firm at your back, his arm across your chest in a gently embrace as his other hand took your wrist in some form of a lover’s embrace, like he was feeling your racing pulse under his touch, more kisses, on your cheek, along your jaw, to your neck and then….

Then you’d… He’d… Memory became hazy past that moment, there had been the sense of sensual delight, a moment where pain and pleasure escalated into utter bliss and your next clear memory was of waking, weak and weary, wrapped in silken sheets of a king-sized bed. He must have truly been an amazing lover for nothing but those sweet sensations to cling to you, bone deep. When you finally found the strength in your limbs to pull yourself free, you found him in his spotless kitchen, gloomy with all the blinds still drawn and his eyes hidden by tinted glasses. Likely, he was just hungover, yet that sense of endless vitality and eternal calm remained about him. A romantic gentleman kind enough to make you breakfast, to help you get your strength back after the night’s ordeal.

Miguel was not bothered by these so called “hunters” in their attempt to gather more to their cause. There had been others, there would be more. Acting out in any way would only fan the flames of their fervor. The only reason for their presence in the city were the spontaneous Fledgling explosion recently. So many newly Turned, overconfident, hungry, no control of their newfound thirst leaving a trail of bodies that needed to be cleaned away. If he found the one or the group who were responsible for these mass Turnings, he would send them into death himself. Too much mess, too much attention and the mortals became nervous. All in all, he could wait. This new band of would-be hunters were, like all the rest, mortal. They would wither and crumble, like all else in the world. He would remain, he always did.

In the daylight, the streets were far safer, yet your journey home would not be uneventful. Not several streets away did a small crowd gather in a local park, to where a figure stood atop a bench, calling out to the assembled.

‘… I tell you, brothers and sisters! There are monsters among us! Beasts who wear the skins of men! I know there are those of you who know of what I speak! How many of you have felt their presence? How many of you have suffered for it! Anemia! Missing time! Hours of our lives stolen from us! There are people who vanish in dark alleys, are they devoured by the very shadows?! No! We are but prey! We are the sheep who do not know the wolves are among us! Open your eyes! Read our words! We. Must. Fight. Them! Or all is lost…’

Their tirade fell into a gradual calm once again, one or two people applauded, the rest broke into murmurs.

‘Hobie, please…’

At their beckoning, their aide stepped forwards, cradling a stack of leaflets in his arms and strode amidst the crowd, handing them out one by one. Eventually, he came to you, leaving the cream-coloured leaflet held out for you to take.

‘Please… It ain’t madness. It’s truth.’ His voice was low.

‘I met one of ‘em… Once. Nearly sucked me dry like a capri-sun… Barely escaped with me life...’

As if to prove his point, he softly pulled down the collar of his shirt, revealing the twin, jagged scars that trailed from what looked like healed puncture marks. His eyes looked you over, and you didn’t realise your hand had been on your own neck until you snapped back to yourself and took the leaflet from him. There were no marks, not even the hint of a wound upon your skin. Nothing untoward had happened between Miguel and you; it had just been sex. Right…?

‘It’s like they do somethin’ to the brain… Makes you forget. Some people just remember it as… a fun night, or a brutal assault in a dark alley…’

‘Hobie!’ The leader called out for him again, and he gave a sad smile as you took the leaflet.

‘You know where to find us, all in there.’

As he weaved back through the crowd, you stared down at the leaflet; the caricature of a masked beast with sharp teeth.

“BEASTS AMONG US”. – A Warning by Avis Hardinger.

‘Is this seat taken…?’

You looked up from the leaflet, the coffee cooling on the table, and a stunned smile graced your face at the sight of Miguel, leaning one hand on the back of the chair opposite you, fingers drumming, almost squinting at you behind his sunglasses.

‘Miguel! No, it’s free…’ You had just considered inviting your friend out, if their hangover was any better, but now all thoughts fled your mind, replaced solely with Miguel’s presence as he sat down opposite you. As fine and fancy as the night before, ringed fingers entwined as he peered over the top of you at them.

‘How are you doing…? Achy? Sleepy?’

‘I feel better now, thanks.’ Your smile matched his own, but he concealed the full breath of it behind his hands. Curious, you slid the leaflet across the table before him.

‘What do you… What do you think of this?’

He hummed thoughtfully, hands parting as he picked it up, skimming over it before placing it back down with an amused laugh.

‘Surely, you don’t believe this? Heh… These are the same people who claim their grandmothers get abducted by UFOs to Jupiter every night. “Help, aliens stole my memory and my pet canary!”’

He chuckled softly again, leaving you utterly enchanted with him, even in the midday sun, the shadows seemed to cling tighter to him.

‘I’ve heard about that Avis Hardinger. None of them good…’

He slid the leaflet back across to you, fingers entwined as he peered at you over them again. You couldn’t quite pull your attention from just how handsome Miguel was- it was like your mind was on auto-pilot. Even people who passed by were stealing little glances.

Miguel knew his power had only grown with age; he was no longer that smug, hungry Fledgling who believed himself to be at the top of the world. Well… Maybe some part of that self still lingered inside him. It would probably explain why he, at five-hundred years of undying experience, was currently sat across with a mortal he’d fed on, the softest touches of his charms keeping their attention solely on him. This was how it always started, the inevitable descent into yet another romantic mishap. He could entertain a fun date, indeed…

‘Having said that…’ Behind his hands, he let his tongue lick along one of his fangs, smirking. Your attention was rapt on him.

‘They’re having a meeting tonight. Did you want to go along…? Just for a laugh…’

It was time to see what this scared huddle of mortals would do to consider themselves “hunters”.

When you saw Hobie next, he was greeting people with a gentle smile, a procession of people into the meeting hall made out of a community center. Beside him, the pale, tall form of Avis Hardinger watched, eyes flitting among people.

‘Hey!’ Hobie took your hands, shaking them softly, greeting you at the doorway filled with silver crucifixes hanging from strings.

‘Glad you came! Go in and take a seat.’

‘Hobie, w-what is all that?’ You glance up at the crucifixes, feeling Avis’ paranoid eyes on you briefly before he turned away. Hobie’s smile became clever, and he winked.

‘My idea! Great, innit? See, the beasts can’t stand silver and powerful faith, so why not combine the two! Gotta make sure there’s no… unwelcome guests, y’know? Go in, get settled… Avis gets… impatient easily- man needs to chill…’

You watched Miguel casually brush the silver crucifixes aside, in no mood to simply duck under them, and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

‘Hobie!’ Avis’ voice barked from inside the hall and you watched the man in question roll his eyes.

‘Yes, boss?’

‘The incense!!’

‘Sure, the incense… Sure you can find a fuckin’ match if you took yer head outta yer ass… Tosser.’

He cleared his throat after his mutterings, forcing that pleased smile back on his face.

‘We’ve got juice if you’re thirsty!’

Only half the many chairs had been filled, by people of all walks of life, but you sat softly beside Miguel, in the back row, leaning into his warmth as he rested with long legs stretched out, lazy, at ease, a man with all the time in the world. His eyes glinted, dark brown as he looked to you.

‘Sorry this is an awful first date…’

He reached one hand to cup your jaw, stroking a thumb across your cheek, voice a low whisper.

‘I promise to take you somewhere fancy…’

You blushed under his touch, heart thundering.

‘I… I uh… Don’t think I’d have anything classy enough for the places you’ve got in mind, Miguel…’

His smile did not falter, his eyes crinkled with delight.

‘Then we’ll have to go shopping for something that is…’

You swallowed the thick lump in your throat as his eyebrows wiggled briefly. You were fairly sure he was going to spoil you rotten if you allowed him to. You watched Miguel bring a hand to his mouth, covering as he coughed, then doubled up into a brief wheeze, and the spell was broken.

‘Miguel?’

‘… ‘m fine… Must be the incense…’ He waved a hand across his nose, like he was trying waft the smell away. You turned in your seat, squirming to see the several sets of lit incense sticks that curled into the air, filling the room with a cloying, sweet scent. Silence settled as Avis stepped up to the podium, hands raised.

‘My friends! Brothers and sisters! Thank you for coming. At least here, huddled together in our sanctuary, we can rest assured that we are safe. We will begin with our notes from out last meeting…’

Avis speech nearly bored you to sleep, several times you found yourself nearly drifting onto Miguel’s chest, feeling his hand stroke softly across your back. Through heavy eyelids, you scanned the room, a few people were listening intently, the rest were sneakily on their phones, and even behind Avis, Hobie had put earbuds in and was now quietly rocking out, miming an air guitar. He brought a soft smile to your face, watching him. You woke up properly as you heard Miguel cough again, his chest jolting.

‘…But now, we have the home advantage!’ Avis slammed a hand onto the podium, and everyone sat upright to attention.

‘Through the combination of science and esoteric rituals, we finally have a means to combat this threat, not just ward against them as we cower in our homes!’

You were torn between listening to Avis and watching in concern as Miguel hunched over, desperately trying to clear out his chest. You patted his broad back reassuringly.

‘… Behold! We have created an airborne toxin- please, calm yourselves, my friends… The very incense sticks you see alight before you are no mere mood setter, they are our weapon against these bloodthirsty beasts! To us, they are utterly harmless, also quite nice to enjoy- I am rather proud of that…’

Miguel’s wheezing coughing became worse, and you swore the hand he coughed into was being speckled with red.

‘The stolen blood in their abominable bodies rebels at our sacred incense. No more are we their cattle. From this night on, we let them know that we…. We….’

People were beginning to turn to look at you both, you soothingly tried to rub Miguel’s back as his suffering continued, only half paying attention. But Avis’ words had found their purchase in your mind.

‘… Oh dear god…’ Avis’ voice was haunted, from the podium, he pointed a trembling finger across the room. Your hand stilled on Miguel’s back and lifted away, slowly rising from your seat, the inevitable could not be ignored. Realising something was happening, Hobie stopped his silent jam and pulled out his earbuds, head tilted in confusion as Avis let the moment build to a conclusion among the terrified, whispering citizens giving you both a wide berth.

‘… My friends…. There is a beast among us…’

Miguel drew a deep, shuddering breath and lifted his head up; eyes blazing crimson, lower face smeared with the blood that coated his hand. You backed away as Avis stepped from the podium, some citizens began to scream, already running for the fire exit.

‘… Well now…’ Miguel rasped, one hand gripping the folding chair in front of him as he resisted the urge to succumb to another coughing fit.

‘… Finally, something interesting.’

With a snarl, and one hand alone, he threw the chair across the room with frightening force, crashing into the incense burner, and carrying it to the far wall to shatter through a window.

‘It stinks in here…’

His sharp, terrifying eyes looked to you, and the memory of the other night rushed back in full- not of blissful sex, but of a ferocious embrace, his teeth in your neck; devouring you, enrapturing you, then soothing that pain with a gentle lick, the wounds healing in one firm stroke of the tongue-

You felt something crash into you, Hobie bolted past you towards the doors, and you were sure you heard him muttering “fuck this!” back to back under his breath. His gaze lingered on you, teeth gritted in an annoyed snarl, those fangs, the smeared blood, those blazing eyes- he looked monstrous, so different from the charming, handsome man you had sat beside only moments ago.

‘You may want to leave. Or close your eyes. This may get… Unpleasan- STAY THERE, AVIS!’

His gaze snapped to the cowering figure, voice escalating into a low roar that froze the man to the spot with terror. The chill night air blew away the cloying sweetness, and shocked some sense back into you. Stumbling away from him, you headed out into the night, fleeing with everyone else.

Back in control of his faculties, Miguel rested his hands in his coat pockets, hiding the worst of his nature as he stepped in long strides to where Avis stood trembling in his skin, rooted by fear and willpower both.

‘So, would be Hunter… I think that you have had the worst luck tonight. Were I in a more charitable mood, I would simply wipe your memory, or perhaps convince you to take a long walk into the Thames. Alas, I think a more necessary punishment is in order for you…’

The shorter, skinnier man whimpered, eyes flitting over him, glancing to the exit repeatedly, yet he could not will his body into action.

‘Although I will say thank you, for actually managing to give my somewhat banal existence a new, exciting twist. I’m afraid you just had the misfortune of having absolutely no idea of who you’re fucking with.’

He stopped close to the trembling man, glancing at his watch, just to watch the second hand tick by.

‘I am not just “a beast”. I am a very old, very ill-tempered Vampire, and you have just ruined my chances with someone I cared for…’

He grinned, slowly running his tongue over those fangs, nose wrinkling at the scents from the mortal. Terrified indeed.

‘Ugh… I think I have toyed with you enough for tonight, Avis. So…’

He reached out and grabbed the front of Avis’ shirt, well away his claws were out and biting through the cloth and scratching skin.

‘…. I do really hate having to deal with rampaging Fledglings, and I did swear a long time ago I wouldn’t subject anyone else to this curse, but I think you need to be taught a lesson.’

He saw Avis’ eyes widen, another terrified whimper, perhaps a plea that never emerged.

He stepped close enough to whisper into his ear.

‘… Brace yourself, Avis… You’re about to enter a nightmare you can never wake up from….’

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Jaelyn's fic recs!

Fluff- 🧡

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Part One! -> Part Two!

Alastor-

☆ Deer Dolly - Series by @ohproserpine 🧡

☆ for valentines day, i thought i'd buy a gun. By @ohproserpine

synopsis: you make your husband mad on purpose. 🧡💛?

☆ Alastor x Wife!Reader by @altruisticalastor

Summary: Lucifer gets a little too brazen with Alastor's darling wife. Guess the Ruler of Hell would just have to learn a lesson about who you belong to 💛

☆ my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife by @iicarused

synopsis:reader is vox’s ex and he’s not too keen of the separation — you were supposed to come back to him! not run around with his rival and get rid of his only access of looking after you (removing any/all electronics from your life) 🧡?

☆ come back to me by @iicarused

synopsis: you’re getting tired of the radio demon (part ii) 🧡?

☆ alastor + cunnilingus by @vmpyria 💛

☆ heaven knows your name by @iicarused

synopsis: heartaches after yearning for each other after decades of being apart 🧡

☆ alastor x married!reader by @bigfatbimbo 🧡

☆ DANCE WITH THE DEVIL by @popamolly

summary. Amidst the vibrant 1920s in New Orleans, a forbidden love unfolds in the lively jazz-filled atmosphere, evolving from an intoxicating romance to a twisted tale of heartbreak and murder, serving as a reminder to never dance with the devil. (SERIES) 🧡💛

Johnnie Guilbert-

☆ New Set by @corrodedcoffins-blog

summary: Giving boyfriend!Johnnie head scratches after getting new acrylics 🧡

☆ Collab by @teapartyprincess4two

summary: You and Johnnie pretend to date, faking it for so long that it became real. 🧡

☆ Run Your Mouth by @samandcolby-ownme

Prompt: Johnnie and reader get into an argument which leads to make up sex. 💛

☆ vampire!Johnnie x reader by @caeunot

summary- you find out your bf is a vampire 🧡💛?

☆ johnnie guilbert x reader by @caeunot

summary- johnnie writing zombie about you 🧡

☆ You by @sturnsreader 💛

☆ you know i’ll keep you in my locket by @stardustloserdoll 🧡

JSchlatt-

☆ "sit on my face." by @ghostkidabs 💛

☆ Jack & Coke part one by @d444zed 🧡💛?

☆ Jack & Coke part two by @d444zed 💛

☆ Mutual breakup headcanon/oneshot by @ohbabydollie 🧡

☆ Mutual breakup oneshot by @ohbabydollie 💛

Ellie Williams-

☆ no room for the holy spirit by @moncherellie 💛

☆ Roommate Trouble by @justkindalivin

summary: Your roommate Jesse and his girlfriend Dina fuck..a lot. loudly. When you finally get fed up after being woken up by their nightly “activities”, you go to Dina’s dorm for some peace and quiet only to run into her roommate, Ellie. 🧡💛

☆ hands to herself by @elliesbarbie

summary: ellie thinks you look a little too good in that bikini you chose to wear for the annual best friend vacay and can’t keep her hands off you 💛

☆ Getting caught with ellie by @me-and-your-husband 💛

☆ Body Ink by @me-and-your-husband

summary: you tattoo ellie's thigh. it's a bit of a compromising position, and it leads you down an unexpected road. female reader. 🧡💛

Alex Turner-

☆ Pillow Talk by @ohladymoon-blog

summary: what the title says, just pillow talk and soft cuddles after sex. ends in cockwarming. 🧡💛

☆ strawberry lace by @lilmisssweetdreams 🧡💛

☆ Test Drive by @savorypink 💛

Spiderman-

☆ Wingman (Hobie Brown) by @love-bitesx 🧡

☆ Crybaby (Hobie Brown) by @merowkittie 🧡

☆ "Thank You, Mrs. Parker." (Spider Noir) by @sabcandoit

Summary: After your wedding, you and Peter go home and have sex for the first time. 🧡💛

☆ Miss Your Face (TASM! Peter Parker) by @dontsaypetertingle

Summary: When you have to go out of town for work Peter gets lonely and a bit needy. An innocent call home to check on him becomes a lot more intense than originally planned. (Has a pt 2) 💛

☆ Break It In (Tom! Peter Parker) by @simplyparker

Summary: Peter gets his first car, and you want to have some fun 💛

☆ Please, Don't Stop Now by @echos-newlegs

Summary: you are in an established relationship with Peter, and he very much wants baby. 🧡💛

Fred Weasley-

☆ Facetime by @albertdabuttler

summary: !!MODERN AU!! Fred calls you in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, but you look so pretty and he starts getting a little heated up. (Has 3 parts) 🧡💛

☆ Sweet Sugar Candyman by @keykeep 💛

☆ Sleeping In by @screamingoverfiction 💛

☆ Slipping Through My Fingers by @midnightmoonytales

Summary: Watching his little girl grow up had to one of his favorite things to see, but also one of the saddest. Every pivotal moment of her life flashing through his mind, even to this one now. (Wolfstar!daughter reader) 🧡

☆ Electric Pull by @apparentlytheproblem 🧡

Steve Harrington-

☆ I'll Be The Judge (Ft. Robin x Reader) by @luvfae

summary: steve and robin get into an argument about which one of them can give a girl a better orgasm, you come up with an idea to settle the argument once and for all. 💛

☆ Cowboy Hat Rule by @taintedcigs

summary: helping out mr. harrington in his ranch was supposed to be fun, but steve harrington was an asshole. an absolute pain in your ass that teased you, and you gave him the same energy back, always. so when you unknowingly wear his cowboy hat, he decides to teach you what exactly the cowboy hat rule is. 💛

☆ Marriage Pact by @fantasylandloser

summary: besties that plan to get married 🧡💛

Eddie Roundtree-

☆ Blind Date by @luvfae

Summary: The reader and Eddie get setup on a blind date 🧡💛

☆ Lead Singers Are Overrated by @luvfae

summary: working at the whiskey has it perks and that includes getting railed backstage by a certain bassist in a band. 💛

Extras-

☆ Not In On The Joke (Brian Quinn) by @joe--bro

Summary: The Jokers have to do certain tasks to win in the park, and a certain task given by the rest of the Jokers leads Q to talk to you. 🧡

☆ Flavored Kisses (Xavier Thorpe) by @cosmicpearlz

summary: in which you wear a different flavored chapstick everyday and your boyfriend xavier loves it. 🧡

☆ Babysitting (Judd Birch) by @just-another-author-i-guess

Summary: you and Judd are the designated babysitters for the night. 🧡💛

☆ Don't Fake It (Peter Quill) by @professorrw

Request/Summary: peter starts getting frisky with the reader but shes tired and isn’t really in the mood. He would never pressure her or anything but she wants to make him happy and feels bad saying no, so she does it and fakes her orgasm just to get it over with. Later, he somehow finds out (or knew all along, you decide) that she faked it and of course his ego is bruised and he’s kinda annoyed, but also feels guilty she didn’t tell him how she felt. So the next night, she starts coming onto him and he makes damn sure she never fakes it again. 💛

☆ So Beautiful (Loki Laufeyson) by @lokiisdaddyblog

Summary: Reader is feeling insecure and Loki proves to her that she's perfect. 🧡💛

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Slipping Through My Fingers

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader/ Spider-Punk x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Author's Note: Okay, I'm getting the quick sillies out of the way here 🤣 this little blurb was supposed to be some funny fluff based on a TikTok I saw, but I low key teared up writing it halfway. Most of the characters are from @the-kr8tor! I'd also like to thank @pinksugarscrub for beta reading this piece! Also, here's the link for the video that inspired this fic: https://www.tiktok.com/@armee77777/video/7484673629821668654?_r=1&_t=ZT-8uzWVGszy03

Tags: Dad!Hobie, Mom!Reader, Billie and Ramona AU, Some Explicit Language, Fluff

“Y’know, you’re gonna burn a hole through your phone if you keep staring into it.”

Your eyes flick up at the smirking Ned before your disgruntled pout deepens, earning a snicker from your long-time friend as you slide your phone back in your pocket and lean against the bubblegum pink counter. Despite the saccharine candy-themed decorations inside the bakery shop surrounding you and the punk bassist, the pastel cartoon cupcakes and unicorns cannot sweeten your sour mood.

“I can’t help it, okay?” you huff out with a petulant whine, “I’m supposed to be over at the girls’ fall recital, but I’m stuck on decorating duty while Hobie is there–”

“Maybe you should get better at playing rock-paper-scissors–”

Ned quickly dodges a smack from you with a cackle, backing away from your flurry of swipes with a shit-eating grin. “Now, now, you’re not alone in this anyway. I’m here to help you, remember? Voluntarily too. If Yuri or James were with you, you guys would definitely get distracted and forget to do everything until the last minute–”

Instantly provoked, you start to chase him around the empty service area, more of Ned’s cackles echoing against the baby blue walls. “Hey, you’re a mother now! You need to set a good example for Billie and Mona–”

“Shut up, Leeds!” you scoff with a playfully taunting smirk, eyes trained on the denim-cladded man while he attempts to juke you around a roundtable. “You can’t give me that crap when you act the same way–”

“Excuse you!” Ned sputters with an indignant glare, “I happen to be very mature, and you know it–”

“Who was the one who nearly toppled over a bounce house with Hobie at the pumpkin patch and landed on a bunch of pumpkins earlier this week?”

“...damn it, Yuri, you snitch–”

Sharp squeaks from your trainers vibrate through the checkered linoleum floor, and scraping chairs soon follow as Ned barely escapes your clutches again by a hair.

“You asshole!” you choke out another laugh while pushing a chair back into the table, “get back here–”

“Ahem.”

Both you and Ned freeze in the middle of the service room, slowly turning towards the counter where an amused elderly lady stands behind it with a pink cardboard box and a mirthful smile.

“Good afternoon,” the lady chuckles as she sets the box down on the counter. “I understand this place can bring the kid out of all of us, but do remember that this is still an eating establishment and not a playground.”

Despite the teasing in her voice, a warm smile curls up on the lady’s lips as she crosses her arms across her chest, “now, I’m assuming you two are here to pick up a cake for Brown?”

—

“God, that was fucking humiliating.”

Ned snickers behind you as he sets the cake down on the dining table. The lavender fondant and the white scrawlings of ‘Happy Birthday, Billie and Ramona!’ on top is a stark contrast to the black plastic tablecloth and orange frosted cupcakes and cookies, the Halloween-themed table only part of the greater ensemble. Green, purple and orange streamers drape along the walls of the houseboat, with homemade cutouts of bats and pumpkins plastered underneath. Hand-stitched stuffies of Billie and Ramona’s favorite monsters over the years are tucked in their respective chairs around the table, the newest additions of a vampire and ghost proudly sitting at the head of the table, patiently waiting for the guests of honor to arrive.

“It could’ve been worse,” he tries to reassure you with a cheeky grin, shrugging his shoulders as he plucks a stuffed werewolf out of its seat and plops himself onto the seat. “She could’ve just not given us the cake and trespassed us or something.”

You roll your eyes with a snort as you open the oven, wincing from the radiating heat inside, before you gingerly reach in to pull out the bubbling mac and cheese. “Shut up, Ned.”

“What? I’m just saying, it could’ve. We could’ve accidentally crashed ourselves against her display case and caused some serious property damage–”

“Please tell me you guys didn’t actually do that before.”

A sheepish grin curls up on Ned’s lips as he leans against the backrest of the chair. “You know how big James is. There could be a brick wall in front of him, and he could tackle through it like the Kool-aid Man if he wanted to–”

“Oh my god,” you try to fight off a guffaw bubbling up from your lungs as you set the mac and cheese on top of the counter, earning a smug smirk from the punk.

“He looks like the bloke too,” Ned adds on with a snicker, “with how red his face gets after a pint or two–”

“I swear, you guys are more like children than the girls,” you can’t help but choke out a few wheezes.

Ned shrugs before he pushes himself back up from his chair and crosses the room, snatching another pair of oven mitts and sliding them over his hands. “Hey, I’ll have you know we’ve become quite respectable adults. I mean, I’d never would’ve thought Yuri would be those aunties that take a shit ton of photos of kids before the twins were born, nor James be those uncles who would go to all the school events.”

He approaches the open oven and reaches in, the smell of roasted garlic and cooked meat wafting into the kitchen area as he pulls out a browned roast beef. “And look at this shit! If you told me ten years ago that I was gonna be making a fucking roast in a kitchen, I’d laugh at your face–”

More wheezes and snorts rack up your body as you lean against the counter, blinking away the beading tears in your eyes. With a victorious grin, Ned elbows the oven door closed before he approaches you.

“And don’t get me started with Hobie,” Ned snickers as he bumps his shoulder against yours. “Our baby lead guitarist is a damn father. I don’t know how you got him wrapped around your finger after all these years, but you somehow got his stubborn arse to be soft–”

“Okay, I get it, I get it,” you huff out another giggle, bumping your shoulder back to him as he sets the roast beef down. “You guys are old now–”

“Hey– I never said that–”

More laughter bounces against the wooden confines of the houseboat, your chest growing warm as your memories whir through your mind like an old-fashioned movie reel. Flashes of the mandem pop up– younger, rougher around the edges, with their own burdens weighing down their shoulders, with something to prove that they would not be beaten down by the rest of the world. Tears prick up in your eyes the more you remember, memories of the members gradually shifting closer to how they are now, growing more content with their lives– especially when the girls join in halfway, growing up along with them.

A soft tap on your cheek breaks you from your reminiscing, and you flick your eyes to a sympathetic Ned, lingering on the slight laugh lines on his face that would never be there when you first met him.

‘C’mon now, don’t get emotional on me,” he gently teases you. “Can’t have Hobie thinking I made his lovie cry–”

“Shut up, asshole,” you admonish Ned as you wipe away a stray tear. “It’s just…everything’s going so fast. We’re all grown up…”

Your eyes drift over to the party decorations and the pictures scattered across the walls, each memory proudly on display, timestamping every beautiful moment you can remember.

“The girls are growing up,” your voice softens to a teary hush. “They’ll tell me to stop making them stuffies for their birthdays at some point, huh?”

Ned’s eyes soften before he wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into a hug. “Or maybe they’ll ask you to teach them. Make their own stuffies to give to you and Hobie on your birthdays at some point–”

“Don’t actually make me cry, Leeds.”

Watery laughs bubble up your chest while Ned gently sways you side to side, tucking your head underneath his chin with a nostalgic smile of his own.

“...we did good, huh?” he whispers, his voice barely cracking. You nod in response with a sniffle before pulling away, blinking away the rest of the tears with a bittersweet smile.

A quick vibration suddenly tickles your thigh, and you quickly pull your phone out to see multiple text messages, all pictures from Yuri. The moment you unlock your screen, images of Billie and Ramona on stage pop up– Billie grinning with the knitted pumpkin sweater you made for her, and Ramona mid-singing in concentration in the green velvet dress Hobie found with her at the nearby thrift store. Tears cling to your lashes as you stare at the digital images of the girls, already making a mental note to print them out as the newest additions for your family album.

Before you can show the pictures to Ned however, another message pops up on screen– this time a video with an attached text.

Yuri: Billie wants you to have a word with Hobie and James when we get back 🤣

Brows furrowing and lips curled up into a frown, Ned looks over your shoulder as you tap on the play icon and let the video play.

You both are immediately greeted by the sight of James carrying a screaming Billie at a water spigot, the one you recognize as the one near the school gym, while Hobie scrubs Billie’s hand under running water with liquid soap with a face of anguish. Yuri’s laughter echoes in the background.

“You can’t handle the truth, Hobie!” James cackles, struggling to keep her from squirming out of his arms.

“You can’t have a boyfriend! No!” Hobie’s voice drowns out Billie’s protests, “This is not okay! Mona, get Daddy more soap!”

“What the actual fuck?” Ned sputters out a laugh, voicing out your own thoughts as you struggle to hold back your own snickers.

With a startled laugh, Billie’s voice breaks through the discord of the punks, “I admit it! I held hands with a boy–”

“OH MY GOD, SHE ADMITS IT!” James cries out with tears of laughter threatening to spill from his eyes while Hobie scrubs Billie’s hand harder with another cry of agony.

More cackles reverberate against the walls as you and Ned collapse on the counter, tears welling up in your eyes again from the absurdity of the family in your life, your heart growing even fonder of the memories made and the ones that are to come.

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[lovelycreativecrafts]

One Bed | Hobie x Female Reader

Word Count: 1,615

Synopsis: They get stuck in a different dimension.

Warnings: None

Author Notes: While writing this I didn't write any slang or accents and Hobie Brown maybe a little out of character since it was kind of hard writing him. If you liked the short fanfic, please Like, Reblog, and Comment your thoughts. Also, my Requests are currently OPEN.

Water dripped from my glove as I pressed against my watch. Come on, work. I tried opening a portal back to the Spider HQ but the watch kept malfunctioning. I sighed and pulled off my drenched mask. 

“I don’t think it’s working, Love.” 

I lifted my head and glared at Hobie, “Well, maybe it would work if you didn’t drag both of us into the ocean.” 

Hobie raised his eyebrow, “The vampire should have made them waterproof.” Hobie tucked his mask inside of his pocket. 

“I can’t swim you know. I could have drowned.” 

“Why do you think I held onto you the whole time, Love.” 

I squeezed the water out of my mask, “Stop calling me that.” 

“I’ll do whatever I want, Love,” Hobie smirked down at me. 

I ignored him as a gust of wind flew past me. A shiver went up my spine and I crossed my arms. It’s getting cold. 

Hobie walked past me and began making his way toward a sidewalk. 

“Where are you going?” 

“We can’t stay out here, now can we?” 

I stayed quiet and tightened my arms around myself as I began to shiver. I followed Hobie as he went on the sidewalk. I don’t understand why Miguel had me team up with him. 

I caught up to Hobie and looked down at my watch. I began pressing onto it again. 

“What are you trying to do? The thing is busted.” 

“I’m trying to get in contact with Miguel.” As I tried contacting Miguel the watch soon turned off. 

“Come on,” I complained. 

“You really are a goody two shoes, huh?” 

I looked toward Hobie, “I am not.” 

Hobie turned in front of me and began to walk backward, “Then why are you trying to get back to the Vampire so much? You have a crush on him or something?” 

My eyes widened, “What? No. I just want to get back home. Why would you think that?” 

A smirk grew on Hobie’s face, “Because you always do everything he says.” 

“Maybe it’s because I don’t want to start any unnecessary drama.” 

“So you like playing it safe. That’s only going to get you so far, Love.” 

“And you never play it safe. I almost could have drowned because of you.” 

“But because of me, you didn’t drown.” 

“And I’m wet and cold.” 

“Which is why I brought us here.” Hobie stopped and looked to his right. 

I stopped in front of him and followed the direction of his eyesight. A hotel building stood beside us. I looked back at Hobie. 

“And how do you expect us to pay for that?” I raised an eyebrow. 

“Just watch, Love.” Hobie turned toward the building and walked toward it. 

I followed behind him and wrapped my arms around myself. We walked into the building and goosebumps crawled up my arms. It’s even colder in here. Hobie walked up to the front desk and I waited behind him. 

Hobie began talking to the man at the desk and he pulled some money out of his pocket. The man gave Hobie a key and looked at me. 

“I hope you two have a good night,” the man smiled. 

I frowned as Hobie made his way to me, “Why did he say that to me?” 

“Probably just being nice.” Hobie walked past me and made his way to the room. 

I continued to follow behind him, “Where did you get the money from?” 

“From someone who won’t be needing it.” 

I narrowed my eyes at him, “You stole didn’t you.” 

Hobie glanced behind his shoulder, “You know me so well, huh Love,” He smirked. 

“Stealing is bad. You’re supposed to be a hero.” 

“I don’t do labels remember. And besides, the man is rich he probably won’t notice that it’s gone.” Hobie looked back in front of him. 

He stopped at the room and unlocked the door. We both stepped inside. The room was a typical hotel room decorated with white and cream colors. 

“I’ll be back. You should head in the shower.” 

I looked toward Hobie, “Where are you going?” 

“Nowhere far. I will be back.” 

I opened my mouth but Hobie quickly left the room before I could say anything. I sighed and walked further into the room. There was a small dining room with a table and two chairs. Next to it was the bathroom. I turned the corner and there was a large bed with cream-colored sheets. I reexamined the area again. 

Why is there only one bed? We both can’t sleep in the bed, right?

***

Hobie POV

I walked back into the hotel with two bags in my hand. I locked the door behind me as the running of the shower filled the air. I walked further into the room. I hope I got the right size for her. I placed her bag of clothes on the bathroom door handle. 

Will she think it’s weird that I bought her clothes? Her whole body was drenched and she started shivering. Maybe I shouldn’t have dragged her into the water. 

The shower was turned off and I walked up to the bathroom door. I took the bag off the door and knocked on it. 

“Yes?” 

“I have some clothes for you.” 

She cracked the door open and popped her head through the crack. I shifted my eyes away from her figure as the towel covering her body came slightly into view. 

“Did you steal them?” She asked. 

A smirk made its way onto my face. There she goes being a goody two shoes. 

“Perhaps but would you rather wear the stolen ones or your wet clothes?” 

She didn’t respond but I felt her hand brush against mine as she took the bag from my hand. She quickly shut the door and I chuckled. I thought so. 

I usually don’t care for how anyone is dressed in front of me. Gwen has walked in front of me with just a towel plenty of times but I never really cared. But for her to do it makes me nervous. If I don’t control myself she may find out that I like her. 

She soon left out of the bathroom and my eyes traced down her figure. The tank top hung loosely around her shoulders and her shorts hugged her hips. Heat crawled up my neck as I met her eyes. 

“How do the clothes fit?” I asked as my hands grew sweaty. 

She slid the strap of her shirt further up her shoulder, “They fit fine.” 

She glanced away from me and crossed her arms, “And thank you . . . for the clothes.” 

A smile formed on my lips, “No problem, Love.”

“Where are we going to sleep?” She pointed toward the bed. 

“What do you mean?” 

“There’s only one bed.” She stated. 

“And what about it.” 

“It’s just  . . . ,” 

My heart dropped, “I can sleep on the floor. If you’re not comfortable.” 

“No it’s not that and besides it’s cold on the floor. I’m just used to sleeping by myself is all.” She looked up at me.

“So am I.” 

“What about-,” She cut herself off. 

“What?” I questioned. 

“Gwen usually stays at your place often so I just thought, you know.” 

I raised an eyebrow at her, “Me and Gwen are just friends. She sleeps over sometimes when she needs to but she’s not sleeping with me.”

“Sorry. I just assumed.” 

“We can talk about this once I take a shower.” 

She nodded at me and I walked into the bathroom. 

***

I walked out of the bathroom and hung my Spiderman outfit on the dining chair. I looked toward the bed and saw her underneath the covers. She was worried over nothing. Her figure shifted from underneath the covers and she let out a groan. I walked toward the bed. What could she be dreaming about?

She let out another groan, “No . . . please.” 

I stopped in front of the bed as her arms stretched out from underneath the covers. “No please don’t hurt him,” her voice wavered. 

I frowned and made my way to her side of the bed. I sat on the edge and lightly shook her shoulder, “Hey, it’s just a dream.” 

Her bottom lip began to quiver as tears fell out of her closed eyes. I continued to shake her as I called her name and her eyes opened. 

“Are you okay, Love?” 

She raised her hands from the bed sheet and onto the sides of my face. What is she-

“Peter? Is that you?” 

I froze as I noticed how her eyes didn’t exactly look at me but through me. She’s still dreaming. 

Her eyebrows began to knit together and her lips curved down, “Peter?” 

What do I do? I stared into her eyes as tears fell from them, “I’m . . . here.” 

“I’m so glad that you’re safe. I thought crocodile killed you. I shouldn’t have disobeyed you. I will listen to you from now on. So, please don’t leave me. I don’t know what I would do without you. So, please.” 

I searched my mind to find the words for her, “I’m not going anywhere . . . I’ll always be right here with you.”

“Peter?” 

“Yes?” 

“I love you.” 

My heart skipped at her words, “I-I love you too.” 

A smile grew on her face and heat crawled up my cheeks. “You should go to sleep now.” 

She nodded her head and her eyelids slowly closed. I took her hands from my cheeks and layed them back on the bed. 

She had a Peter. How much did his death affect her? It seems Peter was more than just her family or friend. How could I ever make up for her loss? 

[spidey-x-male-reader]

plplsplspsl hobie x male reader!! something like idk maybe goth reader? vampire goth or romantic goth yesyes

Pairing: Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) x male!vampire!reader

Requested: yes / no

Warnings: swear word, mention of blood

A/N: I don't know how well the goth part is potrayed here. I'm already deeply sorry my friend. Hope you can still enjoy it

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

MASTERLIST

“Come on, sweetheart, just let me see them one time.” Hobie said, looking over your shoulder. 

You don’t answer, focusing on putting on your equipment. Usually you couldn’t care less about how good you were prepared but if it stopped Miguel to stop bitching about not being ‘prepared good enough’ then you would gladly make sure that you had everything two times.

“Come on.” He turns the chair around you’re sitting on so you end up looking up at him instead of the mirror. “Please?”

“I already said no.”

“But I said please this time.” you scoff quietly and turn back around to the mirror. 

“...why are you even visible in the mirror? I thought that was a vampire thing.”

“Do you believe everything people tell you?”

“No.”, he immediately answers. “So what else isn’t true? The garlic thing? Stake?”

“I’m pretty sure that everyone would die if you put a stake through their chest.” is the only answer he’s getting added by a “the garlic thing is bullshit though. Why? You’re planning to kill me?”

He grins slightly, putting his arms around you from behind. “I wouldn’t dream of messing with a handsome vampire.”

“Just because you flatter me doesn’t mean that I will show you my fangs.”

“Come on pleeaasee” you basically feel him pouting against your cheek. “It’s not that big. I see Miguel’s fangs all the time.”

“Well he’s no vampire.”

“Wait he’s not?”, your boyfriend seems to be actually caught by surprise by that.

“No?” you look back at him. “He’s very much alive. I think his fangs might be able to secrete something though.”

“They can?”

“You should really know your team members better” you say with a grin while finally getting up.

He immediately pulls you close by your hip, looking down at you with a small smirk. “Just a small peak.”

“You really are into weird stuff, Hobie Brown.”

That actually makes him laugh. “I’m into you, love, that’s all. My wonderful undead boyfriend.”

You let out an over dramatic sigh before finally giving in, raising head and opening your mouth before pulling out the sharp teeth that were quite literally made to kill people. Hobie didn’t seem to be frightened at all.

“That’s so cool” he reaches his hand out, trying to poke one of them when you take a step back. “Hey” he says, pouting once again.

“Sorry but I prefer for you to not bleed directly in my mouth.” you grin, stepping closer again. “I can barely keep myself under control around you already. We don’t want it to be worse.”

He just chuckles at that, leaning close to pull you into a kiss. “Well…that’s nice to hear.” you both look over when your communicators start blinking. “Seems like our dear non-vampire friend is getting impatient.”

You chuckle. “Well then let’s not keep him waiting.” you say while opening a portal for the two of you.

“I really thought he was a vampire” Hobie shakes his head before stepping through the portal.

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

My super awesome masterlist

Itsa me, Masterlist, Serving as the one stop shop for my content :)

Fem goes for things that have either super feminine characters or characters with she/her pronouns, I specify which in each one. GN is gender neutral, AFAB is Assigned Female At Birth, and that's it for now :)

Fluff: ♡ Songfic: 🎶 Slightly Spicy: 💖 smut: ❤️ Angst: 💜

Katsuki Bakugou-

Oneshots:

Cuddling with Katsuki - Gender neutral ♡

bandaging Katsuki up - gender neutral ♡

Baby fever with Katsuki - AFAB 💖

putting extras in their place with Katsuki - Fem 🎶

Making a baby with Katsuki - AFAB + Fem ❤️

Barbarian King Katsuki loves his wife - Fem 💖

Getting in a little tiff with Wolf kemenomimi Katsuki - AFAB ♡❤️💜

Telling your parents that you're dating wolf kemonomimi Katsuki - NB♡💜

Having morning/comfort sex with wolf kemonomimi Katsuki - AFAB ❤️

Series:

The taming of Man: Dragon-shifting Katsuki x F!reader 🎶♡💖❤️

Hobie Brown-

Oneshots:

Movie Night with your favorite punk - AFAB ❤️

Satoru Gojo:

Oneshots:

You and Satoru go on your first real date - NB ♡

You and Satoru go on your second real date - NB ♡

You meet Megumi as Satoru's girlfriend for the first time - Fem ♡

Drabbles:

Satoru wards off unwanted attention to you - NB ♡

That bulleted list thing people do. you know the thing, that thing:

Prince Satoru is secretly a Vampire and you're his peasant - NB ♡

Headcannons:

SFW alphabet - NB ♡

L Lawliet

Oneshots:

You join the task force as L's secret lover - Fem ♡

You help a very tired L relax - Fem/AFAB❤️

You experiment with positions on L's day off❤️

Ficlets:

L is in love with you, a prostitute💜

Vampire L drinks from you💖

Vampire L talks with you

Vampire L drinks from you for the first time💖

Vampire!L spends the victorian era pining♡

Series:

L x Reader: The billionaire and the prostitute❤️ ♡

[the-kr8tor]

hellooooo!!

i had to lock in for our king hobat 😌. maybe hobat or IPOB hobie comforting you after the loss of someone important to you.

kinda the idea that vampires are “scary” and then it’s just him holding you while you cry, kissing your tears away, stuff like that is just a sweet little moment to have. and obviously hobie’s imortal so it’s all a little confusing for him, but he gets there eventually.

possible spider trio appearance..? 🤨

-🐊

Omg new anon! Hello! Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it!! ❤️

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW blood, CW death, In pursuit of blood au, vampire au, vampire hunter! Reader, established relationship, hurt/comfort.

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Hobie heard the front door close from all the way inside his coffin. With a smile, he rushes in, one sock on and the other missing in action. His bat form bobs and weaves through the house, dodging furniture and vases. His pajama pants that have loose elastics from wearing it too much almost fall down as he reaches the foyer.

“Darling!”

The smile on his smile fades when he sees you covered in crimson and smelling of dried iron. It's not yours, he knows it isn't just by the smell, but that doesn't mean he's not worried.

“What happened?” He asks, red eyes glancing at the smattering of drying blood on your cheek.

You struggle to find your words, voice left in the same place where you screamed in terror and grief. You sniff, sleeve wiping at your shell shocked expression, accidentally spreading blood all over your chin and nose.

“S–Shit, I think I need a shower.” You walk past him, not meeting his eyes. Your footsteps are heavy, laden with fatigue and sorrow.

Hobie doesn't think twice in grabbing your arm, gentle yet firm. “Are you hurt?” He asks, ducking his eyes to meet with your downturned ones.

You shake your head, “don't think so, Hobie.” Your eyes gravitate to his hand, lithe fingers wrapped around your elbow, veins popped up as he reins in his own emotion of seeing you like this.

“Love, do you want to talk about it?”

“I don't think so.” You repeat your own words, as if saying something else would have you crumble down to your feet. Taking your arm away, his fingers brush along your blood soaked sleeve as he lets you go.

Hobie follows behind you, silent and giving you space with a concerned pair of eyes. He stares at your stiff shoulders, where your back is the only pristine place that he hasn't seen a drop of blood on you. His mind whirs with every step, worried about you. Sharp nails dig into his palms as he hears your shuddered breath, not a pained one, no, but a quiet sob.

You enter your room, all filled with your hunter family memorabilia. Wooden stakes, silver daggers and dried herbs tacked on the ceiling.

You pause by the doorway, shoulders moving up and down, an indication that you're still breathing. “Where are the others?” You ask, still turned away from him as you subconsciously pick at the blood underneath your nails.

“They went to the shops, said somethin’ ‘bout buyin’ snacks.” Hobie matches your tone, brow furrowed, knowing that the reason you asked about their whereabouts is because of your own anxieties. “Can I help you— please let me help you, darling.”

“What would you know about this?” You chuckle but with none of the humour he's used to.

“You'll be surprised at how much ‘m familiar with it.” Filled with trepidation, he reaches for your hand, fingers grazing along your own, waiting for you to reciprocate.

“He's dead.” You say, not flinching away nor leaning against his touch. “Just like that.” Your tone is small, not what he's used to. And none of your confidence and bravado.

“Who is?” With one step closer, he can sense your restrained sobs through his chest.

“A cousin. A hunter like me.” You inhale, hot tears streaming down your face that you refuse to let Hobie see.

“‘m sorry.” He tries to hold you fully but you move away and quickly enter the bathroom with a slam of the door. A frown is etched on his face, he should leave you alone, let you be. But he has done that before, not to you, but a thousand years of love and loss— he won't make that decision ever again. Especially to you.

With a deep exhale, he enters your room, and knocks at the bathroom door. With Hobie's strength, he could always rip the door from its hinges or kick it open. But instead, he sits down in front of it, legs crossed on the shaggy carpet, and eyes staring and unblinking at the barrier.

After ten minutes of your muffled sobs that you tried to hide with the running faucet, you close the water and inhale deeply.

“Why are you s–still out there, Hobie?” You ask through the door.

“Do you want me to go?” He asks, voice just as gentle as before.

The door flings open, revealing your red eyes and tear stained cheeks. “No, I don't want you to go.” You run towards him as he receives you with open arms.

Hobie cradles you in his arms as he maneuvers you towards his lap. You hide your face on the crook of his neck as your fists bunch around his shirt. His hand is shielding the back of your head whilst his lips rests upon your temple, whispering reassurances.

“I couldn't save h–him.” Your sobs wrack your whole body, prompting Hobie to hold onto you tighter, blanketing around you. “He was just a boy, younger than Pav and they let him hunt without any help.” You cry against his skin, broken words reverberating through his whole being. “Why would they do that, Hobie?”

“I don't know, love, I don't know.” His heart cries for you, fingers gripping into the back of your shirt as he cradles you.

He could tell you that your hunter family have always been like that, pricks. Hell, that's how he met you, on your first hunt, scared shitless in front of a banshee. But shit talking your own flesh and blood wouldn't bring back the dead nor will it help you. Instead, he keeps telling you that it's not your fault, that you did everything you could have possibly done.

“He called me, I was too late.” You place your head on top of his shoulder, eyes staring at the thousand year old pin prick scars on his neck. “I held him when he was just a baby.” Leaning away to look at him, you gasp at the bloodied tears rolling down his cheek. “Why are you crying? You didn't know him…” you gently wipe his tears with your thumb. “... he's human, and you're— you.”

“My heart might not beat anymore, but it still feels.” Hobie grasps at your hand, laying it atop his jaw and leaning against your touch. “Dying doesn't mean I lost my humanity, love.”

You put on a brave face, eyes brimming with unshed tears and lips wobbling. “I'm glad you're not like them. You're more human than they could ever be.”

Hobie softly smiles, moving down to place a heavy kiss on the corner of your eyes and down to your wet cheeks. “You're too good for them, promise me somethin',” you gaze at him with the same tenderness. “Don't turn up like them, yeah?”

You nod, reaching around the back of his head to push him further down towards you and letting his head rest on the space on your neck.

“I promise.”

[countlessimagines]

Romantic Homicide [PART 2] (Miguel O’Hara x Reader)

Summary: After you thought you left Miguel for good, Hobie Brown makes an unexpected appearance in need of help.

A/N: Quite a few people wanted a part two and I couldn’t think of how to continue it until recently!… also I’m sorry in advance for all the feels ),:

Warnings: Mentions of blood and wounds, cussing

READ PART ONE HERE

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Hobie Brown was quick to approach you and loop his arm with yours. “No time to explain, Miguel is insane.”

“Hobie, what are you doing here? Miguel abandoned me.”

He shook his head, glancing at you briefly. “Peter B told us. He confronted Miguel and it all went to shit… a new recruit came in and Miguel is basically wanting to get rid of him. You’re the only person who can talk some sense into him.”

You removed your arm from his, giving him a cautious look. “And why should I? He wants nothing to do with me. I haven’t seen him or anyone in months!”

“Luv, we don’t have time for this. If we aren’t back soon enough Miguel might kill the kid!”

“What? What kid?” You were beyond confused at this point. Would the Miguel that loved you and held you so dearly be capable of killing another?

But it only took a second to remember the way he made you felt. The abandonment and the tears you shed for him.

“He thinks a kid named Miles is going to ruin the whole multiverse and will do anything to stop him. The kid needs help. We tried to talk to him but he’s taken down so many that have stood up to him.”

You nodded and without thinking a second more, you ran into the portal.

It felt weird traveling once again, when the last time you did was full of heartbreak and disappointment. Now you were different, stronger… you had built yourself up and became someone Miguel would never get to love.

It was only a few more seconds when you landed in a dimension filled with green hues. It was different from yours, and every turn made your spidey senses crawl.

Hobie was close behind and put his mask on when he landed. “Follow me and when we get there… just be aware he isn’t the Miguel you love…” He kept hesitating and didn’t want to assume that something bad would happen. You were their last hope in helping Miles. “Just try to talk some sense into him.”

You weren’t entirely sure if the Miguel you were approaching was going to even be listening, let alone willing to understand.

Nonetheless, Hobie gave you a bracelet to help you from glitching, and you & him began to swing through the buildings.

Your anxiety began to grow more and more with each swing through the cold night air. What if Miguel didn’t listen? Would he hurt you?… would he…?

The memories of him swinging besides you, wrapping you in his arms and kissing you mid air, pretending to drop you, only for the two of your webs to latch together in a desperate attempt to be close together again.

He loves you. He loved you.

You had to remind yourself nothing was the same anymore.

It wasn’t long before Hobie stopped on a rooftop very carefully, crouching behind a brick wall. You followed suit and could hear Miguel’s voice.

He was yelling at someone, giving him orders on where to go and to be aware of every move Miles makes, to not get tricked into a trap. Once eyes were locked on him, they would strike.

You felt all your emotions bottle to the surface, but Hobie gave your hand a squeeze and gestured for you to go speak to him. He told you he would leave to go find the others, and bring them back in case he pulls anything with you.

You nodded and made your way around the wall. His broad back was turned to you as he peered over the city, like a vampire on the hunt for blood.

Miguel’s mask was not on, and you could see his messy hair blow in the wind. His hands were balled into fists and every muscle was tense and alert.

Before you could say anything, he let out one of his glowing webs to wrap around you, bringing you close to him, his sharp teeth baring and his eyes completely red.

They softened only for a moment when he realized it was you. You were trapped in his web and couldn’t get out of his strong grip.

“(Y/N)?” He almost broke, wanting to let you go and apologize and kiss you so deeply it would never end. But he didn’t, he stayed as he was, not letting you go.

He lifted one hand and removed your mask from your face, revealing how many scars you endured the last months apart.

You had picked so many fights to prove you were capable… that you were worthy of holding the Spider-woman title. No matter how many fights you won, you still walked away bruised and bloody.

Miguel could see every single bit of your face illuminated by the orange hue of his web. He softly traced his finger over one scar on your cheek. “You’ve been busy.”

“It seems like you have as well.”

He was not the person you once knew anymore. While you had figured that out months ago when you left him, this was a whole new Miguel.

He was a heartbroken and vengeful man. Your leaving caused his ultimate break, no remorse or sorrow for anyone who stepped in front of him. They all seemed to say the same thing, have the same story, everything was repetitive.

You had been the only thing he loved truly and he messed it up… if he had not visited the dimension with your daughter, everything would have been different.

“Why and how are you here?” Miguel was analyzing every inch of your face, trying to see if it was truly the woman he loves or another version of you.

“I was told you’re going crazy,” you said and tried to wiggle out of the bounds he held you in, but it was no use.

“And how is that?”

“Miguel, do not play stupid with me. You are not yourself, you’re not well. You haven’t been for months.”

He knew what you were saying was true, but he didn’t like hearing the truth. Especially from someone he loved so dearly, and who could easily read him. He stared into your eyes, and could tell you weren’t going to pull anything with him, so he released you.

You stumbled a bit, trying to regain your footing after being held so tightly. “You never came to get me.”

Miguel scoffed and turned his back to you. “There was no reason to, you decided to run off and be dramatic while I was out saving the multiverse from collapsing. I don’t understand how you can’t comprehend that.”

It was your turn to scoff at his wild statement. “Excuse me? If I didn’t realize how important this all was, I wouldn’t have signed up in the first place. And I sure as hell wouldn’t have been your lover if this is what it had entailed.”

Miguel now snapped back to you, stepping dangerously close and staring you down, no longer with sorrow in his eyes, but a vengeful look. “You were the one to give up! I needed you, how couldn’t you have seen that? Why didn’t you stay? You had to leave just like our daughter!”

You were instantly quiet, eyes widened in horror at the revelation as to what had made him change.

Miguel realized his mistake the minute you spoke. “Our daughter?”

He shook his head, almost as if he was trying to get out the memories of Gabriella, your daughter from a different dimension who disappeared in his arms. “Forget what I said.”

“No, Peter B told me about her! He never mentioned the fact it was our daughter. You were so careless to find a version of ourselves where we had a child? And for what? For her to die because of your ignorance!”

Miguel was pacing now, his anger seeping through more so and he could feel everything slip away. The front he had for so long was breaking. He was breaking.

“You don’t understand, she needed me, she lost both of us.”

You couldn’t believe he was trying to justify it. “Miguel, you messed with her world. You had me, and you had to search for some reality where we have a daughter? We could’ve been together and had a daughter of our own by now. You shut me out and left me confused!”

“I didn’t want to lose you too.”

“And how did that work out for us?”

Miguel had reached his peak, “ENOUGH!”

He went to swing back towards you, but did not realize how close you were.

In a fatal swoop, the large spike on his arm cut your stomach.

In a second, you were on your knees, holding your stomach together. “Miguel?”

He dropped next to you in complete and utter shock, “(Y/N)? Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t…”

Miguel grabbed you in his arms as you began to bleed out, with no hope to recover. He had cut you too deep.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He began to cry, and you looked up at him, unable to find any words through your pain. Your eyes blurry with tears and you could barely see Miguel. You reached your bloody hand to his cheek, gently rubbing it before dropping your hand entirely.

You were gone.

It was his fault.

And every spider-person only saw Miguel holding his lover’s body, covered in her blood, the spike in his arm showed it was his doing.

They would never believe it was an accident, because wouldn’t the ruthless leader kill a follower who no longer agreed with him?

Let alone a lover who ran away.

And Miguel wished he had ran after you in the first place.

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Summary: "What's something you would do if you knew that there were no consequences for it?" "Kiss you."

Stygian Dawning | gore, smut | Eddie Munson x Black!Vampire!oc

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission: find the wolf, capture him, and bring him back to headquarters. Valera Savoy had believed she could handle it, assuming things went according to plan.  Man plans and God laughs. The wolf bites someone - a young man by the name of Eddie Munson - and to make matters worse, strange and familiar creatures are beginning to run loose through the world. Add in a pesky self-righteous monster-hunting organization, and you've got a recipe for a storm.  A new era is dawning, for better or worse.

Quiet As a Mouse, Loud As a Lion | fluff, light angst | Eddie Munson x Black!Reader (Also Hobie Brown x Reader)

Summary: You’ve had a stutter for as long as you could talk, and unfortunately people aren’t always kind about it. Luckily there happens to be someone who’s an exception to that rule.

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halloween is coming up, what about plus size reader x hobie decided to match costumes for halloween, they go on a date, pumpkin patch, haunted mazes and then they go back home and uh.. you know what i mean. (smut..) 😳

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Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: PDA, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Lost Child Situation, Swearing, Pet Names, Nipple Play, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), P in V Sex (You know the drill), Vaginal Fingering, Hand holding during sex Word Count: 4k+ (sorry it's so long, it got away from me)

A/N: Hello again! Thank you very much for your sweet request, I had so much fun writing this one! (Kudos to those who get the video game reference at the beginning 😉). I hope you enjoy and Happy Halloween! 🦇 MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Welcome to the Maze of Malevolence my fellow vampires!” the man at the gate bellowed as he outstretched his arms. You flashed him a small smile, your fake fangs glistening beneath the flickering light of the plastic torches.

“Evenin’ Stevie,” your boyfriend, Hobie, drawled. He was wearing a costume similar to yours, albeit adorned with a few more spikes. The man in front of you gave a polite bow as he motioned towards the maze.

“‘Tis twelve pounds sterling each of you wish to enter…” Stevie glanced around before turning back to the two of you. “Just pretend to hand me money,” he whispered loud enough for you to hear. You giggled as Hobie reached into his pocket and curled his hand. Stevie slipped his hand underneath and slid it into his pocket.

“Any chance you could let me know where the golden pumpkin is?” you whispered. You heard from a friend that if a person found the golden pumpkin, they’d get any prize of their choice. Stevie’s lips fell into a straight line as he crossed his arms and raised a brow.

“Alright,” you sighed as you held up your hands. The worker nodded before he dramatically stepped back and billowed his cape.

“Beware you poor unfortunate souls!” he called.

“We’ll take our chances,” Hobie gave Stevie a cheeky grin as he squeezed your hand. Your smile faltered as your boyfriend led you to the entrance. The maze was adorned with towering shrubs covered in red lights, stringy cobwebs, and various plastic bones. You gasped when you heard something scrape nearby, immediately clinging to Hobie’s arm.

“It’s just a leaf, love,” he chuckled. You opened your eyes to see a large oak leaf tumble across the lawn behind you. You laughed nervously.

“I-I knew that,” you coughed into your hand as you stepped back. Hobie raised a brow and hummed a “mhm”.

“C’mon love, let’s go get your pumpkin,” Hobie said. You glanced down the dark passageway, the sound of a few, guttural groans sending shivers down your spine.

“R-Right,” you replied as you clenched your fist in determination. The two of you walked side by side towards a giant gaping maw with red, glowing eyes. You screeched and ducked your head into his neck when a giant clown wielding a chainsaw suddenly popped out and screamed. Hobie stood as still as a statue, his other hand slotted in his pocket. The clown quickly retreated back into the shadows as soon as you peeked up.

“Y’okay?” your boyfriend asked as he rubbed your back. You frowned.

“Seriously, how do you not even flinch?!” you gaped.

“Just immune to it,” he shrugged nonchalantly. The rest of the maze consisted of you screaming and almost jumping into Hobie’s arms with each creature and peril you came across, from nurse zombies to rabid mummies. Your face lost some color by the time the two of you finally strolled out of the exit. You were trembling and clutching to Hobie’s arm as the two of you stopped near a picnic table.

“Well, we made it,” Hobie sniffed as he wore an unamused expression. You nodded with a blank stare.

“Y-Yeah,” you squeaked. Hobie grinned and pulled you to his side.

“We could’ve turned around,” he said as he rubbed up and down your arm. You violently shook your head as you dug around in your pocket.

“No way! I was dead set on finding this,” you replied as you tugged at your pocket. You beamed as you triumphantly held out the shiny object. You flushed when you saw Hobie smirk. “What?” you asked with furrowed brows. The tall man leaned down and pecked your forehead.

“You’re adorable, y’know that?” he murmured. Your eyes widened as you bit your lip.

“You mean it?” you asked as you clutched the pumpkin. Hobie nodded.

“‘Course I do,” he winked. Your throat tightened when he splayed a hand over your hip and leaned down. “When we get back to the cabin, I’ll show you exactly how much I mean it,” he husked before nibbling on the shell of your ear. You squeaked when he patted your bum.

“Let’s go get your prize now, yeah?” he hummed. You blinked as you strolled beside him, dismissing the spark of arousal that flitted through your core. You smiled as you strolled up to the booth, already scanning the shelves for your prize.

“You’ve got quite the eye, my dear,” an older man beamed. You grinned as you handed him the golden pumpkin. Hobie kept his hand wrapped around yours, his gaze soft and half-lidded as you scanned the shelves.

“Could I have the black cat plush please?” you eventually asked.

“Sure thing,” the man smiled with a twinkle in his eye. He turned and pulled the cute, dark plush from the middle shelf before handing it over to you. Your heart lit up as you clutched it to your chest.

“Thank you!” you said.

“You’re welcome. Have a lovely night you two!” the man waved. You waved back before turning around. Several kids rushed around the farm, their parents chasing after them with their prizes and goodies in their arms.

“Want to do anythin’ else before we head back?” Hobie asked. You bit the inside of your cheek as you glanced at the wooden signs in the middle of the opening.

“How about…a hayride through the pumpkin patch?” you asked. Hobie grunted.

“Sounds good. Maybe I could get some gold paint from the crafts booth so we could get another prize,” he murmured with a cheeky grin.

“Hobie!” you chastised. He chuckled.

“Just a thought,” your boyfriend winked. A gust of wind made your cape flutter as the two of you made your way over to the tractor. The sun dipped below the treeline as Hobie and you climbed onto the very end, the rest of the trailer packed with other passengers clad in their costumes. You and Hobie shared a warm glance, your fangs just poking out past your upper lips. The tractor started with a sudden lurch before slowly trudging along the dirt path. You sighed and rested your head on Hobie’s shoulder, your eyes admiring the warm colors around you.

The air had cooled significantly as the golden sunrays began to dissipate. You loved autumn in the countryside-it was always nice to get away from the cold, harsh personality of the city and be embraced with the natural beauty filled with crimson and ochre.

You looked over when Hobie placed his hand over your thigh and squeezed it gently.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he murmured. You hummed.

“Just thinking about how happy I am being here with you,” you confessed. Hobie hummed and rested his head on yours.

“Happy to be here with you, too,” Hobie said. You smiled as you squeezed your cat plush to your chest. You slipped away before gazing into his chocolate brown eyes.

“I love you, Hobie,” you said softly. His eyes widened a little as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Love you, too, sweet pea,” he murmured before pecking your lips. The tractor rumbled along the path as you closed your eyes, soaking in the warmth of your lover’s mouth against yours. You smiled and placed your hand over his as the two of you briefly parted before kissing again. You sighed as your boyfriend brushed some hair from your round face before smoothing his thumb over your cheek, his tongue brushing over the tip of yours.

“Mommy, why are they kissing so much?” a young toddler asked across from you. The mother hastily explained that the two of you were “married”. The thought made your heart skip a beat and your hand clench over his. You blushed and dipped your head into the crook of Hobie’s neck. Your boyfriend chuckled as he rubbed your back.

“Guess we got a little carried away,” he snickered. You slowly pulled your head back and straightened your posture. You chose to simply hold Hobie’s hand the rest of the time as you slowly made your way across the pumpkin patch. The light of the full moon made Hobie’s eyes glow and facial piercings shimmer. You pecked his cheek and rested your head on his shoulder again.

“My mum was asking about us again,” you said. Hobie grunted as he brushed his calloused thumb over your knuckles.

“Yeah? What about us?” he asked, his puffy wicks brushing over your neck. You bit the inside of your cheek.

“About if she's getting a grandbaby soon,” you said. His breath audibly hitched as his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. You giggled. “Or I could just be joshin' you,” you winked. Hobie's eyelids drooped as he bit the inside of his cheek.

"Mhm," he clicked his tongue. Before you could reply, the tractor came to a subtle stop. You beamed as Hobie took your hand and led you down the trailer. You brushed off several loose pieces of hay from your dark slacks and cape. You perked your head up when you heard someone sniffle nearby. Hobie turned his head over, a small boy in a lion costume curling his fists over his eyes as tears streamed down his red cheeks. Your boyfriend frowned as he looked back at you.

"I know," you said. He smiled softly as he walked over to the young boy with you. Hobie crouched down to meet his eye level.

“What’s goin’ on, big man?” he asked. The boy let his hands drop from his face as he pouted.

“I-I can’t find my mama,” the child hiccupped. You placed a hand over your chest. Hobie nodded along to the boy’s words.

“What was the last place you were with your mama?” he asked with a calm voice. The boy glanced around before his eyes settled near the haunted maze and pointed at the attraction. “The maze?” Hobie questioned. The boy nodded. You stood nearby and clutched your cat plushie.

“Right. What’s your name, big man?” your boyfriend asked.

“A-Andrew,” the child sniffed. Hobie gave a gentle smile as his eyes softened.

“It’ll be okay, Andrew. Why don’t we go talk to the nice lady behind the stand up front and see if she can help you?” he asked. Andrew gave a fearful look as he backed away.

“B-But you’re a stranger. Mama doesn’t want me to talk to strangers,” the young boy frowned. Hobie pursed his lips. You looked down at the feline in your arms before stepping forward. Andrew gazed at you before locking eyes with the stuffed animal.

“Hi, Andrew. My name’s (Y/N),” you smiled as you crouched down next to Hobie. Andrew wrung his hands together as he shyly looked at the squishy plush. You gave him a reassuring grin as you held out the cat. “My friend Benny here’s feeling a little lost. Do you think you could help me find someone who can help him find his way back to his papa?” you asked. Andrew's eyes lit up as he slowly nodded.

“Great! Now, where do you think we should go?” you asked. Andrew knitted his brows together as he spun around, his bright blue eyes scanning the fairgrounds before he pointed over to the front booth. “Over there?” you asked.

“Uh-huh,” Andrew said with a nod. You smiled as you slowly rose to your feet, Hobie following suit.

“Awesome,” you paused and brought “Benny” up to your ear. “What’s that? You’d feel better if Andrew held you on the way there?” you asked aloud. The boy's eyes lit up, the face paint that ran down his face now starting to dry. You gently held out the stuffed animal to the young boy. “Is that okay with you, Andrew?” you questioned. He simply snatched the cat from your arms and held it close to his tiny chest.

You and Hobie exchanged warm glances before guiding the child to the stand. You asked Andrew questions about his mother as the three of you approached the front booth. A blonde woman with similar eyes gasped when she laid eyes on the young boy.

“Andy!” she cried as she rushed forward and scooped her son into her arms. The attendant at the booth gave a sigh of relief as the mother and son embraced.

“Mama look!” he beamed as he held out the squishy cat. His mother had tears in her eyes as she sniffed.

“That’s great, sweetie. Oh, I’m so glad you’re safe,” the woman said as she refused to loosen her grip on her child. She glanced up after a few seconds, Andrew following her line of sight.

“These people helped me, Mama!” he said with a toothy grin. His mother took a few steps forward.

“Thank you both. I was about to burst into tears right before you came,” she said.

“It’s our pleasure, ma’am,” Hobie replied with a grin. She returned his smile as Andrew held out the cat. You held your hands up.

“You can keep him,” you said. Andrew frowned.

“Are you sure?” he asked shyly. You smiled and nodded.

“I’m sure-you see, Benny was only lost because he was looking for his new friend,” you explained. Andrew's eyes widened before he hugged the plushie close to his heart. The mother thanked you again before stepping away. You didn’t notice Hobie’s arm around you, his eyes soft and lips drawn in a gentle smile.

“You’re an incredible person, (Y/N),” he breathed. The tips of your ears burned as you smiled sheepishly.

“Oh, Hobie,” you flushed. Hobie kissed the corner of your mouth.

“I mean it-how’d a bloke like me end up with someone as wonderful as you?” he questioned. You frowned as you rested a hand over his.

“Hey, you’re amazing, too. You were the first one to reach out to the poor guy,” you said. Hobie’s eyes glistened as he tilted your head. You melted when he pressed his lips to yours, his arm pulling your body flush against his. You rested your hands on his chest as he held you close, his warm body rubbing against yours. Both of you parted and gasped for air. Hobie’s chest rose and fell before he leaned forward.

“Why don’t we head on back, yeah?” he husked into your ear.

•••

The two of you returned to the rented cabin a little while later. You sighed as you walked into the living room fresh from the shower, a fluffy robe wrapped around your body. You stopped in your tracks when you saw Hobie lying down on a pile of blankets and pillows, a towel slung loosely around his sharp hips. The fireplace behind him flickered with yellow and orange, illuminating his wiry frame as he gazed at you with half-lidded eyes.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to make good on my promise from earlier,” he murmured as he spread his hand over the blanket beneath him. You bit your lip and squeezed your plush thighs together. Each step towards him sent shivers down your spine, your heart thrumming beneath your sternum as you stood above him.

You released a shaky breath as you untied your robe and let it roll off of your shoulders. Hobie licked his lips as he locked eyes on your exposed sex, a low sound of carnal desire rumbling through his chest. His hands came up to smooth over your waist as you crawled on top of him, your thighs and belly jiggling as you adjusted yourself above him.

“Please, Hobie,” you purred as you rested your plump breasts over his chest. Your eyes widened when you felt his erection suddenly slap against your wet sex, his towel splayed across the small nest. His tip glistened with thick drops of precum as his veiny cock twitched beneath your warm, trembling body.

“I got you,” he husked into your ear. You squeaked when he grabbed your love handles and squeezed them tenderly. A small gasp left your lips as he slowly guided you onto your back, the soft blankets below caressing your curvy body as you rested your head on a large pillow. Hobie parted his lips as he slid his hands to your breasts. “So beautiful,” he murmured.

Your heart fluttered as he kneaded your tits in his palms, his lips finding yours as if on instinct. You sighed into his mouth, bliss filling you from head to toe with each gentle squeeze of his hands and brush of his soft lips. You squealed as he took your nipples between his fingers and thumbs, rubbing them gently as he slid his tongue inside your wet mouth.

You curled your hands over his upper back as he massaged your smooth muscle with his own, his deft fingers teasing your hardening buds with every stroke. You gasped for air once he parted before he dove back in, his kisses growing more hungry and eager as his cock throbbed and leaked above your lower tummy.

“Been thinkin' about fuckin' your perfect pussy all day,” he whispered lowly before he began to kiss along your jaw. Your pussy pulsed as he gently pinched and twisted your nipples, his lips trailing down to rest over your thrumming pulse. You moaned as he wrapped his lips over your neck and suckled gingerly, his fingers teasing your buds all the while.

You rubbed over his sharp shoulder blades as he adorned your neck with hickeys, each one larger than the last. He pecked over your freshest blot before slowly trailing his kisses further down. You gasped when he replaced his fingers with his lips as he puckered them around your supple nipple.

“Ahh, Hobie,” you keened as you scrunch your fingers between his wicks. Your lover rolled his tongue over your areola, playing and flicking around your sensitive flesh with a low groan.

You panted as you felt him press his leg against your dripping sex, sparks flying through your core as you slowly rubbed your hips up and down. Hobie sighed as he nibbled on your bud before releasing it with a wet "pop". The fire nearby swelled just like the heat inside your core as your love started to kiss down your rolls and puffy tummy. Your eyes widened when he locked eyes with you as he dipped his head down, his lips pecking over your mound. Your thighs twitched as he soon lapped over your bundle of nerves, his fingers smoothing down your torso before spreading your legs apart.

“Mmm,” you whined as he swiped his tongue across your clit, his spit coating your puffy bud before he kissed tenderly. A high-pitched mewl escaped from your lips as he spread your ring of muscle open with one of his long fingers. You exhaled sharply as he curled his finger just inside your entrance before slowly pumping his digit inside your gummy walls.

“Sh-Shit Hobie,” you moaned as he flattened his tongue over your clit, your pussy softly squelching each time he thrusted his digit inside. He groaned against your folds as you gripped his hair, your cunt fluttering around his thick digit. You shuddered as he slid a second finger inside and spread your hole open a little wider.

“Look so pretty like this, soakin’ my face with your sweet juices,” Hobie’s lips danced above your sex before he pushed his face back down. You arched your back as he licked a bold stripe from where his fingers were stuffing your tight hole all the way up to your engorged, aching clit. He continued to paint long strokes up and down your slit as he plunged his fingers deep inside your warm cavern.

“H-Hobie, ‘m gonna cum,” you gasped as your walls tightened around his digits. Your eyes rolled back when you heard him audibly slurp, his lips curling over your pearl.

You cried out as you threw your head to the side, your hips rutting against his face as he eagerly drank your sweet nectar. Hobie kept the pads of his fingers pushed against your g-spot as he lapped up the juices that spilled past the tight seam of your entrance. You babbled his name as you floated down from your high, your head spinning and body tingling with bliss. Hobie licked his lips, the arousal on his chin glistening beneath the flickering flames nearby. You caught your breath as he rubbed his palm over the blanket of stretch marks on your plush, inner thigh.

“Think you’re up for more?” Hobie asked. You nodded violently, drawing a chuckle from your love. You bit your lip as Hobie hovered above you, his tall frame enveloping yours as he lined his cock to your entrance. Hobie smeared your slick over his mushroom-like tip before he slowly stretched your hole open. You keened and wrapped your ankles around the back of his thighs as you felt his blunt head deliciously spread you open.

Both of you moaned as he gently sank inside you, his dick gliding between your plush walls as you greedily sucked him in. Hobie puffed a breath of hot air against your neck as he sheathed his whole cock deep inside your aching cunt.

“Feel so good wrapped around my cock, baby,” he sucked in a sharp breath as your soft pussy flexed around his shaft. You tried to steady your breathing as the feeling of fullness overwhelmed your senses. Hobie kissed your neck as he slowly pulled his hips back. You mewled softly as you felt the steady push and pull of his cock, each drag sending ripples of ecstasy down your spine.

“My sweet girl,” he grunted as he gently wrapped his fingers around yours and squeezed. You squealed as he kissed you, the heady taste of your arousal falling across your tongue as he fucked you with slow, steady thrusts. Hobie briefly parted before he crashed his lips against yours once more. His moans were just as hungry as his kiss, his cock pulsing as he rocked a little faster.

Your thighs jiggled each time his hips met yours, his fingers squeezing your hands with such tenderness you could melt in his grasp.

“Yes,” you keened as the fat tip of his cock rubbed against your spongy, sensitive g-spot. Hobie kept his hips at the exact angle as he pounded against the spot that turned your legs to jelly. Your round asscheeks clapped as he rocked his hips a little faster, his lower torso brushing over your puffy clit.

“So good, baby. So fuckin’ good,” Hobie growled as he bared his teeth against your pulse. Your chest swelled at his praise as you moaned. Hobie nipped at one of your hickeys before he rolled his hips just the way you liked. “C’mon sweet girl-cum around this cock you love so much,” he groaned as he pistoned his cock against your cervix.

“H-Hobie!” you cried out his name with a breathy moan as your walls clamped down on his shaft. He hissed between gritted teeth as your pussy gripped his length, your walls pulsing incessantly as his breath stuttered. You squeeze your eyes shut as your legs shook around his waist, your body trembling with euphoria. Your eyes widened as Hobie continued to thrust inside you, his movements stuttering as he heaved.

“Love you so much, baby. Love-“ he choked as he shoved his dick against your cervix. You melted beneath him as you felt the long, heavy ropes of his cum paint your walls. Your nails dug into his upper back as he shallowly thrusted a few more times, your pussy squelching with your slick and his spend. Hobie eventually relaxed before he draped his naked form over yours. Your chests rose and fell together as you shared a soft kiss.

“Thank you, baby-you're so good t'me,” Hobie whispered. You smiled as he rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re good to me too, Hobie. I-I love you,” you whispered with a shaky breath. His eyes lit up as he pecked your forehead.

“I love you, too, (Y/N),” he smiled. You sighed happily as he played with your hair, the fire crackling beside the two of you as you soon drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

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