#vampire!george

[altaneenarts]

Chapter 3 snippet 🩸 for @wolflyndraws and I’s collab :)

Also, I realized that I never clarified lol but the au is still in the works. Me and wolfy decided we’d like to wait until the fic is finished before we start posting it. As for the estimated length, I’d put it at 50k+ words rn. Even tho it’ll take longer to write, you guys will get a much more thorough story and juicier scenes hehe. Good things come to those who wait.

If anyone has any questions about the au, feel free to ask us :D we love to chat about it! 💙

[roniisghost]

Because it's spoopy month

[dnfao3tags]

Any vampire!george and werewolf!dream fics?

hope you had a spooky halloween!

— Flowing Blood by blazeborn (expl. | comp. | 7k)

Vampire!George has to tutor Werewolf!Dream as per teacher's request, however studying is not at all what they end up doing when they're left alone in Dream's room....

— if we left it at silver, i think i'd die (for more than one reason) by good_vibes_mostly (teen | comp. | 3k)

Despite being a vampire, for George, living in the house of his werewolf best friend couldn't be better. Well, except for maybe one thing.

— Everythings Growing In Our Garden by realfriends (expl. | comp. | 8k)

Dream and George have been together for years, and the desire to be together forever doesn't get easier.

— Something Set Free by ivegivenuponyou (expl. | comp. | 7k)

There’s a distinct smell to Dream’s blood, something rich and thick. Wolf blood.

[tarragonthedragon]

ghost stories are alarmingly easy to spread tbh

when I was like ten I was walking back from the chip shop near my gran's house with a neighbour and we took a short cut down an alley which was enclosed by garages except for one part which was wire fenced and led to the electricity shack

and while I was walking I chucked a chip over the fence. the girl walking with me, C, reasonably asks why I did that

"oh, don't you know?" I say, as if I'm not equally out of my own loop

she shakes her head. the enclosed alleyway has no streetlights. it's after dark. the shack is isolated in the distance.

"a little girl who lived up on the court climbed the fence once on a dare. she went up to the shack and touched it, but there was a wire sticking out, and when she touched it, she got electrocuted and died, right there. if you come back in the daylight, you can still see the black mark."

[editor's note: the court was the smaller road off the side of the crescent, which was the one C's family and my gran lived on. the houses there were slightly more expensive and newer, almost all occupied by wealthy commuters to the city, where most of the crescent houses were occupied by retirees and locals who worked on the trading estate. naturally, crescent kids hated the court. houses there got bricked about once a month.]

"no she didn't," C says

I made up this story for absolutely no reason and with no plan, but I'm not gonna back down now. "sure she did. and if you go past on your way back from the shops and you don't leave her an offering, she'll follow you home through the streetlights. one flickers behind you, then the next, then the next, until you get home. and then the lights start to flicker inside the house. even if you turn out all the electrics before bed, it'll be too late. she's inside. and you'll wake up on the night and see her, and she'll be so awful to see it'll stop your heart."

[editor's note: the streetlights always flickered. this was because our neighbour monkey george kept setting the junction boxes on fire]

"I never did before and she never followed me home!"

"do you come down the alley after dark? or do you take the main road with the streetlights?" I knew she didn't use the shortcut, because I'd been the one to talk her into it that night. she was three years younger than me and scared of the dark.

C claims not to believe me, but she throws a chip over the fence too, and walks the rest of the way looking over her shoulder. I get to pride myself for the night on being good at scary stories, and don't think much more about it.

fast forward six or seven years. I'm back in town. I'm on my way back from the chip shop, taking the same shortcut home. ahead of me on the road are a couple of kids I vaguely recognise as old playmates' younger siblings.

they stop, and I watch one fish out three sweeties from the pack they're sharing. they take one each and throw them over the fence. they carry on walking.

I realise that this is probably my fault, as are any resulting pest control issues around the old electricity shack.

when I get to the fence, I throw a chip over.

[colmiillo]

"I notice i start getting nauseous in the morning and my period is a week late"

Girl i need to fantasies with a hot man that i don't have a chance on, not with a baby,please kill that thing

[feketeribizli]

unassuming 🩸🕊

[hairmetal666]

Eddie survived the Upside Down. The bats. Vecna. And after the hospital, the town recovery, the shady government agencies clearing his name, after all of that, he has the best year and a half of his life. A lot of it is due to Steve and Robin. Well. The whole group of them, really, but Harrington and Buckley specifically.

Except that, you know, he survived extra-dimensional horrors and now he's going to die anyway, brought down in his prime by his devastating crush on Steve Harrington.

It's a stupid way to meet his end. Even worse than going at the hands of a demented telepathic wizard named after a DnD monster. Though...it's not like he didn't see the crush coming a mile away. Eddie may not have any practical experience in matters of the heart, but he knows he likes a pretty boy and Steve is the prettiest of them all.

There is no dimension where his feelings are requited, so he flirts and he pines, and knows it means nothing when Steve matches him quip for quip, touch for touch. He keeps getting himself in these situations where he thinks--maybe--but Steve is straight, constantly goes out with pretty, bubbly girls.

The pining may kill him, but he's determined to leave this world with a little bit of grace.

Until Steve's Halloween party.

It's a whole thing. All the kids, the rest of their own group of young adults, plus the Hellfire Boys, and the actual adults. It's a weird mix, but Eddie figures that, well. It's a family thing.

Halloween is his favorite holiday, one he plans for all year, but this year he decides to take it easy, electing to do a take on the vampire gang from The Lost Boys. The party is in full swing when they walk in, Wayne quickly spotting Hopper and making his way to the kitchen, but Eddie doesn't see Steve in the chaos of kids and Jonathan and Argyle's dual Frankensteins.

He grabs a beer from Robin who keeps giving him this look all knowing and sparkling and he doesn't understand it, not until he hears delighted laughter and shouts in the main room.

Buckley squeezes past him, and he takes the moment alone to close his eyes, brace for whatever fresh, unwitting, torture Steve has in store for him tonight.

He steps into the living room and time freezes.

Steve's in the shortest shorts Eddie's ever seen, thick, muscular, bitable thighs on full display. He's wearing a pink sweatshirt, neon fingerless gloves that very distantly Eddie recognizes as belonging to El, and gold hoop earrings in both ears.

Eddie has to sit down.

Wham! Isn't his kind of music, and he finds George Michael grating because of it, but--he's seen men dressed like that in magazines he steals from bookstores in Indianapolis, had wondered if George Michael was gay too. And now here Steve is, looking like a fantasy ripped direct from Eddie's brain.

Before he can make an escape, someone turns on the Monster Mash. The two Frankenstein's lurch into the room and start dancing. The rest of them are quick to follow, even Wayne and Hopper, after some light cajoling from Joyce, Max, and El.

It's silly fun, the perfect way for Eddie to forget about Steve and the way his ass looked in those shorts. They dance and goof around, and Thriller comes on, so they all try to do the dance, him and Nancy laughing until their stomachs hurt with their stiff-limbed moves.

The song switches to Material Girl, making El and Max screech, and the next thing he knows, Steve is in front of him, shimmying along. It's the closest they've been all night and now Eddie can see the faint eyeliner smudged along Steve's lash line. Something low and hot tightens in his core.

Steve grabs his shoulders, pulls Eddie closer. "C'mon, Munson, even you have to dance to Madonna!"

He laughs through his breathlessness, can't believe he and Steve are dancing together, not with Steve looking like that, somehow innocent, sexy, and ripe all at once.

Their eyes meet and Steve smiles all slow and dangerous, knotting up Eddie's stomach with a wild kind of anticipation. He doesn't have time to stop himself feeling it, can only give himself over to the shrinking distance between their bodies, the way Steve is warm and muscular against him.

Eddie's not hearing the music anymore, unaware of all their friends dancing close by. He's hypnotized by the dark heat in Steve's hazel eyes, lets himself clutch at Steve's hip, drag their bodies together. He feels Steve's breath escape in a quick burst, and it's a crash of cold water.

He disentangles himself, rushes out the patio doors. The night air is bracing as it chills his heated skin, his burning lungs. He takes a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, lighting it with a shaking hand.

That was too much. He let himself feel too much; want too much. Got swept away by Steve in makeup and earrings and tiny shorts. On the street, he hears children laughing, music thumping from a passing car, tries to get lost in that instead of his embarrassment. It makes him miss the slide of the patio door opening again. Doesn't realize he's not alone until he hears Steve say, "Eddie? You okay?"

He nods, but doesn't turn. "Just needed some air." He lifts the smoldering embers of his cigarette before dropping it and stomping it out.

Steve stands close enough that their shoulders bump. Eddie forces himself not to flinch away. "What are you doing out here? You'll freeze." It's not all a deflection.

"I'm fine," Steve says. "Sweatshirt." He wiggles the sleeve in Eddie's face.

"Yeah, but your legs, man. C'mon." He pulls his jacket off his shoulders. "At least cover them up a little."

Steve gives him an annoyed smile, but takes the jacket, trying to settle the leather around his legs. It's kind of a losing battle, but it makes them both laugh.

"I'm sorry," Steve says. "For back there. I shouldn't have pushed."

"Pushed?" Eddie feels like he missed a couple of stairs on his way down. "You didn't--"

Steve runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I did, Eddie. And Robin said," he sighs. "Robin said to just talk to you but I'm shit with words, so."

"So?" He faces Steve now, completely perplexed about where this is going. "I'm the one who pushed too far."

"Of course you didn't." Steve laughs a little. "I wanted to dance with you. I wanted to be close to you."

Eddie takes a step back, nervous smile on his face. "Is this some kind of weird joke?"

"What? No! Why would it be? I'm trying to say that I like you, man."

"Wha--But you're--"

"Don't--don't say popular or a jock or any of that. I'm--you know who I am, Eddie, better than most people."

"I was going to say straight."

Steve stills, blinking. "I told you I was bisexual."

"You did not!" Eddie yelps.

"I did! After went to see The Lost Boys!" He grabs Eddie's leather jacket. "I said I thought Kiefer Sutherland was sexy!"

"I thought you were being hyperbolic!"

"I wore this for you!" Steve wiggles his naked calf in Eddie's face.

"I don't like even like Wham!"

"You stared at a picture of George Michael in this outfit in one of El's Teen Beats for fifteen minutes!"

"I did NOT!" Except now that Steve's said it, Eddie has a pretty good memory of doing that very thing. "Wait. You were trying to seduce me by dressing as George Michael?"

"Like you weren't doing the same with the whole hot vampire biker thing?"

"I didn't expect it to work!"

He doesn't--will never--know who closes the distance first, but they crash together in a clash of mouths and teeth and noses. Steve's hands fist into Eddie's t-shirt, Eddie yanking at Steve's belt loops, until nothing separates them.

The kiss breaks as Steve mouths along his jaw, down his neck, and Eddie's fucking helpless at the turn of events. Never in his wildest fantasies--

"Stay tonight?" Steve asks, voice muffled against Eddie's skin.

"Are you kidding, sweetheart? I'm going to tear these shorts off with my teeth."

[zketylers]

“I could live forever, but I don't want to breathe another second. If I can't remember what it feels to love you.”

30 DAYS OF NIGHT (2007) dir. David Slade

[chamberkat]

A Lesson in Vampire Nutrition // 3.5 k | rustappen

author: Pommesfreundin

art: by me

summary:

Today feels like a nightmare. First, George misses out on Q3 and has to convince the media it has nothing to do with him being a vampire. Then, Max Verstappen barges into his driver room asking highly sexual and mildly inappropriate questions about vampire nutrition. And just when things couldn't get worse, his freshly turned vampire teammate is in a real blood emergency and Max and George’s co-parenting is not exactly going well.

Or: Vampires are real, Max and George both care deeply for Kimi, and maybe, just maybe, for each other too.

What started as a silly idea about vampires and chaotic co-parenting got turned into an amazing oneshot and of course I had to do some art for it! But please make sure to check out Carina and leave her some love for her fantastic writing !!

[elverrie]

it`s incredible how the scoobies didn`t clock buffy sleeping with spike sooner cause she probably had a heavy cigarettes smell on her. but then they were like nuuuh, she is just around spike a lot cause of her work, spike hangs out around us so much, we all have this smell training after us too. or well, yes, of course, buffy started smoking after being resurrected, duh! wondering how she hasn`t been chain smoking since she was 14 with such lifestyle

[altaneenarts]

🩸 Hamartophobia (vampire/priest AU) snippet

Another preview of me and @wolflyndraws collab :))

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George sees his fear, a light sparking in his retinas at the recognition. “You promised me blood, priest,” the creature states with hungry eyes. Dream swallows, his grip tightening around the pen in his hand. Indeed he had, and every nerve in his body is telling him it was a mistake.

“I did,” Dream responds tightly. The vampire skulks closer and Dream instinctively pulls back. George stops, eyes roving again.

George blinks calmly, watching the sweat drip from his neck. “I swear on my life that you will live.”

Dream clutches his book closer to his chest. “I don’t believe you.” He sounds small.

George huffs, “Then why did you agree to this? You think I haven’t also risked my life coming here—more so than you, actually.”

“I…” His heart is thudding in his chest.

The vampire raises his hand, slowly, like a stranger to a stray. “The bite on your neck. It’s healed well.” Dream automatically covers the scarring skin protectively. “I will be clean. I will be gentle this time.” His voice grows quiet, placid, and it’s so different from what Dream knew. “Give me your arm,” he says softly, palm raised. The curve of his nails and fingers look angelic in the moon’s glow, a lovely distraction from the death they could bring. “Put the book down, Dream. It will be alright.” Dream watches red among the white marble of stone and somehow believes him. It felt so wrong to be soothed by such a vile tongue.

But vampires were born to be charming. They were born to lie. This was a ruse and it was the risk Dream was willing to take.

“Okay,” he forces out. The priest lays the book on the floor and quietly rolls up the sleeve of his left arm. George holds his palm up further, not reaching but waiting. Dream takes a deep breath, fingers trembling, and rests his arm in the vampire’s hold.

George visibly deflates, shoulders relaxing as he carefully moves further forward, his other hand sliding to rest atop Dream’s forearm. Dream shivers at the cold touch.

“Relax, father.” The creature’s breath skims his skin. “You’re too good to waste.” Dream holds his breath. George lowers down to his arm, gripping firmly with both hands. “This may sting.” His mouth opens, pink lips framing white teeth and sinks down.

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[startheskelaton]

Welcome to deadwood main cast 💛

[inlovewhithafairytale]

me: oh yes i LOVE slow burn romance

*also me when its the third chapter and they havent kissed*: EXCUSE ME THIS IS ROMANCE RIGHT?! NOW love eachother!

[vampirediariesdaily]

Season 2, episode 4: "Memory Lane"

[weirdlookindog]

R. M. Mally (1892–1971) - cover art from ‘Weird Tales’ Vol. 2 #4, November 1924

[dollielament]

Mi Gente 🎉🎉🎉

also I forgot to do Capricorn and Aquarius, I’ll do them soon :’3

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