#vampiric bite: samuel

[svndrenched]

☠ - slam my muse into a wall

(For Mountain from my new boi Samuel 👉👈)

manhandling meme

There wasn't any ill intent when Mountain walked through the garden. It was obviously well cared for, plants tended beautifully, tools clean and stored away. Even the soil felt undeniably healthy compared to the surrounding earth. No matter how light his footsteps were through the ground, it wasn't enough to keep him from being shoved by this tiny.. person?

The chain embedded in his neck rattled when his unshifted legs were pushed into the fence. This felt awfully gutsy for someone who wasn't a hulking demon, like himself, but he wasn't set on hurting him. Even now.

"Hm?" he hummed, a low and otherworldly noise pretending to be some sort of common speech. It was odd having something so insignificant standing up to him, especially when he thought he wasn't doing anything wrong.

[artyandink]

that’s my man (and my woman)

Summary: Your kids are curious little buggers. Asking questions about everything and anything under the sun. So there comes the complications of when your kids ask you if you’ve fallen in love before. How will you explain everything? Time to put your imagination to use.

A/N - I’ve been putting out a lot of sexy fics recently. Why not some fluff?

Song Inspo: Style - Taylor Swift and Perfect - Ed Sheeran

It took so long just to get two human beings to eat breakfast.

“Charlie, Sam, breakfast!” You called up the stairs, sighing after you did. Your hands were on your hips in true mom fashion, and disbelief and faux-regret was your adrenaline high this time as you wondered why exactly you had kids. That you loved to death despite their poor eating schedule. ���Come on, I made pancakes.”

The thundering of little feet on the stairs told you that you had two incoming hurricanes.

Your seven year old boy, Sam, and your five year old girl, Charlie, appeared at the bottom of the stairs with broad smiles, crashing into you for a bear hug that knocked the wind out of your sails. You laughed as you hugged them back, giving a few pats of their head each. “Hey, there. Ready for breakfast?”

“Is there syrup?” Charlie asked eagerly, running and hopping into a high chair, grabbing her plate of pancakes and bringing it to her with a familiar lick of her lips and happy, twitchy grin. Sam had gotten his father’s hair, while Charlie had gotten yours. But the eyes were swapped around, and it was always a point of laughing. Not one child could be more like one or the other.

Arguably, both kids had their father’s dimples and smile. So yes, he could stake his claim.

“And whipped cream?” Sam added with a toothy grin.

“Raspberries?”

“Blueberries?”

You shook your head with a chuckle; such chatterboxes. You opened the fridge and a cabinet, getting out the maple syrup, whipped cream and strawberries. “Not too much, ok?” You passed the toppings to them, and with a chorused ‘yes, mom’, they proceeded to completely disregard your orders. It made you shake your head again, huffing out a breath when all sense of scolding them disappeared once you saw the golden morning light hitting their little heads as they squealed and laughed.

Kids. You loved them to bits.

“Mom,” Charlie asked through a bite of pancake and whipped cream that smeared over her mouth, “have you ever loved someone before?”

The question startled you slightly, but you grabbed a kitchen towel, cleaning her lips with a soft smile as she shied away with a shriek of delight, little bunches waving about wildly. “Course I have, sweetie. But only once.”

“Ooh, tell me, tell me!” She giggled, while Sam cringed a little, muttering a small ‘gross’ that got a sharp glare and pout from Charlie. Out of care for his little sister, he shut himself up.

You took a slow breath in to give yourself time to think, leaning on the counter and putting down the paper towel. “Well, it started a long time ago. When I was twenty six, all young.”

“That’s old.” Sam wrinkled his nose in confusion. You scoffed lightly, because it damn wasn’t, but he was just a kid.

“Behave, Samuel.” You ruffled his hair with a laugh. “We met at my old job. 4th October, 2006. He had his brother with him. Now, I thought he was trouble. He had a leather jacket and one of those really fancy, loud cars and he was very popular with girls.” You reached out to tickle Charlie’s side, which had her squeaking. “But he was likeable, and charming, so I wanted to bump into him more often.”

“Was he cool?” Sam perked up, suddenly very interested. “He sounds cool.”

You pinched his chin affectionately. “The coolest. But our job was very tiring. We went through a lot of big stuff, like I told you in your bedtime stories. There would be vampires and werewolves and fairies of all kinds, but he and I would always save the day. And if we didn’t, we’d save the next day.”

“You saved the world!” Charlie exclaimed, making an aeroplane with a pancake bite on her fork. The action sent a flutter of warmth and love through your chest. For your family. Something you thought you’d never have.

You nodded, guiding the bite to her mouth gently before your hyperactive child sent the fork flying. “That’s right, gumdrop. We saved the world.” It was like telling a story, of you and your prince. “I couldn’t help but love him. He’d call me sweetheart and hold me tight. He’d look at me with a wide smile on his face, just for me. And he told me I was the one he was looking for.”

“That’s corny.” Sam piped up, but he also had a wide, goofy, dimpled grin on his face. He leaned forward. “So, where is he now? Did you two leave each other?”

“Well, he-” The sound of the door opening and closing echoed through the house, followed by soft padding steps and heavier ones not so far behind.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!” A familiar voice called, the deep one which always had your stomach doing flips. That you heard murmuring sweet nothings in your ear every damn day. “C’mon Miracle, stay still- attaboy. Such a good boy.”

“That would be your father.” You sighed, not in a disappointed way, but a lovesick teenager way because hearing the word ‘sweetheart’ from your husband’s mouth never got old.

Your husband. Damn, you didn’t think you’d make it to that point. Not when Chuck was still a threat. Or even that rebar that Jack saved him from.

Your kids shrieked happily and practically flew off their high chairs, sprinting towards their dad, who was busy taking off his jacket in the hallway.

Dean Winchester. All 6’ 1” of flannel and denim, but this time with burden-free smiles and lit up looks.

When he saw his two munchkins, the jacket was off in a flash and he’d bent to one knee in order to absorb the impact of two koala hugs. “Aw, hey, squirt number one and two. Hope you didn’t give your mom much trouble.”

It felt so much better than the impact of a punch. Indescribably better.

“Dad!” The two giggled at the same time, accepting two kisses on the forehead each while being smothered by their dad’s strong arms. Warm and comforting and no longer instruments of destruction.

They’d always be somewhat like that, Dean thought in the back of his mind. The seed of doubt sowing in again.

Then Dean saw you in the hallway, and his brain forgot to work, doubts forgot to sow and crept into the dark corner it came from. You, his wife (he never got tired of the way that word rolled off his tongue), Mrs Winchester, standing there all pretty looking at him with those eyes of yours that always saw through his crap and often jackassery.

Dressed up in his undershirt, your sweats with the last few winks of sleep yet to go from your eyes, but still working yourself to the bone to make sure your kids had a good meal. A far cry of the days where he’d look up, see you covered in blood that wasn’t yours, adrenaline-pumped with that sexy fire in your eyes, machete in hand instead of that ring he bought around your finger.

He preferred this look on you. It meant you were safe.

Dean watched as you gave Miracle an idle scratch before ushering the kids into the kitchen, then walking up to him and wrapping those gorgeous arms around his neck, gorgeous eyes twinkling and your gorgeous lips stretched into a smile.

The whole nine yards, apple pie and picket fence of gorgeous and it was all his. All his personal heaven.

“Mrs Winchester.” He murmured, nudging your nose with his as his arms circled your waist, drawing you in and gripping your hips with both underlying possessiveness and a tender glow in those emerald eyes. Your soul soaring and low, warm vibrations in your body increasing until it was at the frequency of his. Syncing you both.

“Mr Winchester.” You giggled softly as you let your lips meet his once, pulling back. Then you couldn’t help yourself, letting them meet in holy matrimony again. And again. And again, over and over until you were both mentally and physically restraining yourselves due to your children being in the next room.

“We have to stop.” Dean chuckled, his hand tangling in your hair as the other inched down from its place on your hip, taking yet another hit of your honeyed lips.

“We do.” You whispered back, meeting his ministrations with the slow massage of your thumb against his scalp from where your fingers ran through his hair, your other hand on his chest.

Over his heart.

“Hard to when y’looking so pretty, darlin’, and you know it.” He huffed, nuzzling your nose before dipping to press a slow, hot kiss to your jugular. “Wearin’ my shirt too, hardens the bargain. And these sweats, god, you know what they do for your ass.” As if to punctuate his point (and sentence), he gave a quick, firm slap to it. “Ain’t makin’ it easy for me here, baby.”

“Dean!” You squeaked, giggling. “Our kids are in the kitchen.”

“Lil’ buggers. My sex drive’s arch nemesis.” He groaned against your neck, but listened anyway, taking his hand off your ass and cupping your cheeks, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead, then hairline. “C’mon.” You two made your way to the kitchen, where Miracle then padded over, rearing on his hind legs to paw at Dean’s jeans for attention. He obliged, bending down to ruffle Miracle’s golden coat.

“Hey, boy.” He whispered, fingers doing good work to give Miracle the love he was whining for. “I love you a lot, ok? But I’ve got a wife, a very sweet, very sexy…” Dean gave you a once over with a lick of his lip and a quick bite of the bottom one, “wife. And I wanna get her in bed today, so don’t ruin this one for me. All respect given. Alright?”

A small whimper of affirmation.

“Attaboy.” Dean gave Miracle a quick scratch behind the ear before straightening up.

“C’mon, mom, tell us what happened to the cool guy!” Sam insisted, which had Dean raising an eyebrow at you in question. Cool guy? Who, what, when, where, how, why?

“Yeah, the one that stole your heart and put rainbows in your eyes!” Charlie added, making a heart with her tiny hands.

Dean smirked, leaning against the counter by his hip. “Oh? Who stole your heart and put rainbows in your eyes, honey? Do tell.”

“First of all, I did not say that.” You chuckled, raising a finger.

“You don’t have to. It’s all here.” Charlie pointed to her own eyes with an intense stare at her finger and a cute pout. It almost had you melting. “But tell us!”

“Oh, fine.” You rolled your eyes playfully with a laugh, then took Dean’s hand and kissed the battle-scarred knuckle.

The gesture making Dean internally melt and externally making his eyes fill up with hearts and his lips twitch into a warm smile.

“I married him.” You said softly, your eyes mirroring the same look.

“Damn right.” He chuckled, leaning forward and meeting your lips in a sweet, slow kiss. Free from the stress of an Apocalypse or a battle. That tasted like coffee and toothpaste rather than beer or whiskey and had no rush. His hand cradling your cheek while yours gently cupped the back of his head. Breathing in his body wash that wasn’t low grade anymore. You still had the unlimited credit cards, so you had more time for things like these. The little things.

You became absorbed in everything Dean, the kiss not as passionate as when he’d dipped you and took your breath away in front of a crowd of hunters on your wedding day but still had the same meaning. The whispers of the vows you two had choked out through tears. He became absorbed in you, in the sweet taste of a croissant on your tongue and your floral scent dizzying and overwhelming his senses in a good way. It was you he was feeling. It felt like you, so real, so safe. It felt like home.

“Ewwww!” You were interrupted by Sam and Charlie, and you broke apart, foreheads pressing together with a soft laugh coming from the both of you.

His hand on your waist, yours carding through his hair. Comfort, assurance, something you both had been deprived of for fifteen straight years. You wouldn’t let being Mrs Winchester go. Not now, not ever.

Mrs Winchester. Never got old.

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[aggro-my-beloved]

Oh, My Darlin' Sam Collins x Reader Imagine

note: this was meant to be posted a lot sooner, but i struggled to be satisfied with the finished product. I've re-written this 3 different times and still am unsure about it so please let me know if you liked it by reblogging or interacting with me!

pairing: samuel collins x gn!reader

summary: post-quinn, tank has been trying to rebuild their social life and relationships with pack members. little do they know, their is one relationship david has been withholding them from kindling. when they make a surprise visit to solstice bar, however, the alpha's hands become tied...and the attractive bartender with the nice accent catches this wolf's attention — part of the pick your poison series!

warnings: mentions of alcohol, midwest emo band things, and protective alpha davey (he and tank are twins!)

wc: 1.8k

estimated reading time: 8.75 mins

“Sorry, I can’t let you in. We’re full.” David’s palm was inches away from Tank’s face. They suffered a momentary flashback of when they were kids and he would do the very same thing at their attempts to go on a rollercoaster they did not exceed the height requirement for, or trying to sneak into the theater for an R-rated film after buying tickets to a Disney feature. 

“Seriously?” They quirked a brow, going as far as to crane their neck and view the barren parking lot. If not for her vehicle tagging alongside David’s, Milo’s, and one she hadn’t recognized upon her arrival, a tumbleweed blowing past would be fitting for the sight. “It’s 8 o'clock on a Tuesday.” 

“Still busy. Asher’s here trying to kiss up to the staff to let him and Christian’s band play. Private meeting.” He scowls. While Tank enjoyed the live demos played before them, they understood it was not David’s favorite type of music. He doesn’t even label it as that. 

“I’m sorry, but wasn’t it you who said I should stop secluding myself from others?” Their slow-building anger urges some prominent veins to adorn their neck. David’s eyes try not to linger on the piercing bite marks credited to Quinn, the sight of them still makes his insides wrinkle with guilt. 

“I’m here to support the pack’s business. Here, maybe…” they pause for a moment to rifle through the knapsack hanging from their shoulder, “this will change your mind.” David rolls his eyes at their license photo staring back at him. Tank was arguably the worst pick for posing in pictures. If their eyes weren’t closed in the shot, the morsel of food jammed between their teeth was the focal point. 

David merely glances at it and deadpans. “It’s fraudulent.” 

Tank replies, “It’s not.” 

“You’re underage.” He tries.

“We’re twins!” They scoff. “The fact that you’re older by a minute says nothing about my naivety, Davey.” The tips of the bouncer's ears scorching something rosy makes Tank hum in delight. 

“I’ll…I’ll eat it.” 

“David, why are you so set on keeping me from your hard work?” Their brows are furrowed, and much like the siblings' stubborn attitudes, remain unmoving.

The truth is, David would love nothing more than to share his second home with Tank. He and Milo built this place from the ground up and cranked it into a full-fledged business with some help from old connections of Gabe. The only thing stopping him from letting Tank in was…

“Sammy I promise you—“

“Call me that again and the deal is off.” The vampire’s rasp shoots out like venom, coating the room in a tense air. 

“Alrighty, Mr. Collins,” Sam is nonetheless impressed with the alternate name—he releases an exhausted sigh to show it. Nevertheless, he allows Asher to plead his case. The younger of the two momentarily struggles to pull out the compact disc, and finally hands it to the bartender when he does.  “Just give it a couple of spins through this week and see what your customers think. It’ll grow on you, I promise.” 

“What in the hell is this drawing?” Sam brings the CD to his eyes to squint at the black squiggles across it. 

“What drawing? That’s our band’s name!” Asher clarifies with a small laugh. For being known to have sharp senses, this drummer could have him fooled. 

“And that would be…?”

“Howl’s Highway.” Asher flashes him a boasting smile. Sam only lets out an unimpressed grunt. 

“Subtle name. Definitely won’t come back to bite you in the ass.” 

“Sheesh, no wonder you and David get along so well.” Asher still has his roommate’s ten-minute-long speech echoing in his mind about how such an epic name was one step closer to a covert breach. 

“What’s your intermission consist of? Shifting mid-set and running out all our returning customers?” 

“Pfft, no..” Asher rolls his eyes, before shifting them down to the notes app on his phone and pressing the backspace button several times. 

“Hey boys, hate to interrupt your top-secret meeting.” An unfamiliar face draws Sam away from the disc, and he’s enamored by their aura immediately. He can sense they’re a shifter, most likely a wolf by the way David looms behind them with crossed arms. 

“Hey, look who finally emerged from their cave!" Asher chuckles and untucks a free barstool beside him. "Pop a seat, let me introduce you to Sammy--ahem, forgive me--Mr. Collins. This is one of our pack members, Tank."

“There’s no need for that. They’re just here for a plate of fries to go. Milo!” David alerts the chef. He hears a distant clatter, followed by a string of swears, and can only assume his colleague is checking his hair in the stainless steel frying pan yet again.

“On it!” 

“I’d also like a drink for my trip over.” Tank raises a finger and seats themselves beside Asher on the open barstool.“Have you closed the deal yet?” 

“I don’t know. Sam, have I?” Two pairs of eyes turn in the vampire's direction, but he only finds himself lost in one. A glance is enough to entice him, and though he’d never admit it, he’d be trying to recreate the exact shade of Tank’s irises in his dreams tomorrow morning. 

“Yeah, why the hell not?” He mutters, never breaking eye contact with the new acquaintance sitting at his bar. “What can I get for you to drink, darling?” They feel an unfamiliar scorch of their cheeks at the pet name but do nothing to object to it. This newfound sweltering in the pit of their stomach is something they’ve only felt once or twice, and they’d be damned to extinguish it. 

David, however, has different plans.

“It’s all good, Sam. I can make it. Go ahead and take your break.” David slinks behind the bar.

“But I just got here half an hour ago…” his southern drawl becomes even more present with the mild fear lacing his words. He becomes suddenly aware of how tense David’s stature is, and the clenched fists at his side. 

“Go take a break or I'll cut you early. Understood?” David snarls, and Sam takes a step back towards the swing door of the kitchen. A few seconds go by before he concedes.

“Yes, sir.” He retreats behind the kitchen door, both confused and frightened by David’s sudden change in attitude. As he’s wandering the kitchen to find any leftover appetizers from the lunch rush earlier in the day, his ears perk up at the hushed voices from outside. 

“What crawled up your ass?” He hears the Tank ask.

“Yeah, what did Sam do?” Asher jumps in.

“Nothing.” David insists. “What do you want?” Sam can practically hear the sneer in David’s voice, complemented by clinking glasses.

“Ooh, ooh, Bud Lite please!” 

“I wasn’t asking you, Ash,” a few seconds later, the noise of air decompressing and a bottle cap being flicked is heard.

“I want the nice bartender back. He seems less… aggravated.” Hot as fuck, is also another attribute Tank associates with him, but decides not to indulge. 

“Well the nice bartender just went on break, so it looks like you’re stuck with me.” 

“That’s okay, I can wait.” Sam snickers at their persistence. Milo turns his head to see what’s so funny. Sam waves him off and clears his throat. Perhaps the fryer is so loud, or the bar is so slow, Milo couldn’t care less to acknowledge the commotion outside of the kitchen. 

The wolf decides to break the silence when he brings the fryer baskets up from their grease bath and allows the fries to cool down. “Whatcha thinking for dinner? We’re fully stocked on everything from the truck this morning.” 

If he answered honestly and told Milo he’d lost his appetite, that he just wants answers as to why David has a sudden vendetta against him communicating with this pack member, that would only result in more questions. Instead, he eyes the shifter piling a styrofoam box with freshly cooked and seasoned fries and halts him short of his walk out the door. 

“Why don’t I send this out, if you make me a batch of those small hamburgers…the ones with the toothpicks in them?” Milo snorts, and genders:

“You mean sliders, Sam?” 

“Yes, those. I’ll be right back.” He spares him a thankful smile, and cracks open the kitchen door to concentrate back on the trio’s conversation. Sam isn’t sure whether he should feel disappointed that the focal point of their chat was back on Asher’s band. 

“Play track four—that’s my favorite!” The drummer suggests to David, who grumbles as he fiddles with the CD player stowed in one of the bar cabinets.

“What’s the name of the song?” Asks Tank.

“The Voices in the Basement Are Getting Loud Again and the Basement is My Brain.” 

“…oh.” 

“A side of fries to go,” Sam reintroduces himself by swiftly taking a seat beside the empowered person at the bar and offering them their still steaming box of food. 

“Oh,” their tone morphs to something of interest as they readjust their body to face Sam with a pleased smile. “Didn’t you hear?” Without breaking eye contact, they undo the tabs of the styrofoam box and flip the top open with ease. “I’m staying to eat now.”

“Ain’t that somethin’,” says Sam, who harbors a pleased grin. David clears his throat, now towering over the two with folded arms and an unimpressed glaze over his eyes. 

“It’s something alright.” 

“David, come help me with the trash!” Milo’s voice beckons the Alpha to stand down from the bar and retreat to the kitchen, much to his dismay. 

“Saved by the bell.” Sam jokes, before offering Tank a tilt of his head. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but…you seem like you can handle yourself in the face of trouble. Is he always this protective of his pack?” Tank’s fingers drum against the countertop as they ponder how to word their answer. 

“He’s just been wary about me hanging around vamps lately because of…some trouble I got into. Let’s put it this way, the other guy had it coming.” Tank tilts their chin up, unintentionally revealing a few of the remaining marks left by Quinn. Sam doesn’t need to study them hard to figure out the vamp was feeding out of spite, not biting for their equal pleasure. 

“I’m sure he did, messin’ with a member of one of Dahlia’s most reputable packs. Care to share this fella’s name so I can add him to my shit list?” He inquires.

“How about we share a drink first?” Tank smiles, before sliding the plate of fries closer to his direction. Eagerly, Sam plucks one from the platter and bites down on it, his fangs sparkling beneath the dim lights of the bar. 

“I know just the one.”

[ultrainfinitepit]

Town of Puddle: Vampires

Last updated 08/14/2023

In the world of Puddle, vampire is a catch-all term for any humanoid creature that needs to consume something from a human to survive - usually human flesh or blood, but some subsist on other things such as emotions, dreams, etc. The most common vampire is the classic undead vampire. Vampires are usually immortal or very long-lived. 

While vampires are thought to have any number of origins, there is in fact one singular origin from which they descend. The first vampires were nephilim, the children of the demon Asherah and the angel Rapha. Asherah was the queen of a kingdom named Hell. Tales of this kingdom and her rule would pass through the ages and become distorted into mythology. Rapha was an angel of blood with a terrible hunger his children would inherit. Both are long dead and gone, but their influence on their descendants lingers. Common vampiric powers, such as glamours and shapeshifting, come from these ancient ancestors.

Asherah and Rapha’s children were destined to rule, for a time anyway, over all corners of the earth. Some were more suited to the forests or mountains or cities, others to the sea or even the skies. These first vampires would eventually give rise to all the different types of vampires we see today.

The kingdoms of vampires were matriarchal, modeled after Asherah’s own kingdom. Matriarchs are a special type of vampire suited to rule, and childbirth. Mundane vampires have difficulty bearing children, most being completely infertile. Natural-born vampires are thus rare but not unheard of. Most vampires nowadays are turned, from human to vampire as other creatures are immune or will simply die to vampirism.

A childe (plural, childer) is a vampire that has been turned by another, who is their sire. One of the few remaining widespread cultural norms for vampires, is that a sire has some degree of responsibility for their childer shortly after they are turned, and it is good practice to teach them local vampire rules, history, and etiquette.

While most vampires prefer solitary existences, many vampires form groups for mutual support. These groups often vie for power in shadowy undergrounds that exist away from human eyes. A vampire group might be called a gang, a pack, or a coven.

Below are my named vampires so far. If you’re curious about even more, @wyrmzier also has their own Puddle vampire characters you can ask about.

Vivian Moon used to be human, but she was turned into a vampire. She is like a siphonophore, a colony inhabiting a human form. Because she is a colony of organisms she can survive grave injuries or even dismemberment, for short periods of time. When her limbs are separated from her body they have their own intelligence, like an octopus’s. Vivian works as a forensic consultant for a special precinct dedicated to investigating monster-related crimes. 

Ethel Stone is Vivian’s friend in City Hall, who keeps her informed of political goings-on and secretly helps out her fellow vampires. Ethel is a lamprey vampire.

Teutho Melua is a vampiric pirate captain with a love of theatrics and parties. He is Vivian and Mordecai’s sire. Teutho is initially very narcissistic and bloodthirsty, but after some character development he becomes slightly less narcissistic. He is still bloodthirsty.

Mordecai Esadze is Teutho’s first mate. He is dark, serious, and grumpy, to balance Teutho’s more flashy personality. Mordecai is responsible and secretly more of a softie than he lets on.

Adelaide is Mordecai’s childe, his only one. As a human she sought the change, vampires call these sorts of humans “bite-chasers.” Now she manages a modest network of underground clubs and casinos, and in her spare time enjoys breeding snakes.

Lilian Heather is the adopted daughter of Samuel, and an up-and-coming actress.

Melanthios is an ancient vampire, thousands of years old and now more monstrous than humanoid. He is Menodora’s mate.

Malakos was the youngest of Menodora’s children, a cruel and egotistical vampire who controlled a small criminal empire on the Black Sea. He was Teutho’s sire, and was killed by Teutho and Mordecai.

Hyacinth is another of Malakos's childer, who pursues Teutho for a time.

Chise is Vivian’s mother, a bakeneko vampire. She abandoned Vivian at a young age, leaving her with no knowledge of her heritage.

Lycan was an ancient vampire, a child of Rapha and Asherah. His pursuit of a cure for vampirism led to the creation of werewolves.

Felisity is an ancient cat vampire, and a Matriarch. She was a queen of a small kingdom and was worshipped as an aspect of the goddess Bastet for many years, but eventually was dethroned and went into hiding.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

sooo I have this idea, for Sam Winchester where (gn) reader does something stupid (up 2 u) and Sam gets rlly mad and they don’t talk for a while, but Dean and them are still in contact and go on hunt together every once in a while. Sam finds out (reader gets srsly injured) and you can end it how you see fit!

-💋

.⋆｡Risks and Rewards｡⋆.

Sam Winchester x plus size reader

You take risks on hunts, it’s what you do but this time, the risk was greater than the reward

Warnings: gn reader, injuries, angst, arguments, hunt gone wrong, bleeding out, reader is called beautiful, mutual pining, deathbed confessions, major character death, still a happy ending tho (you’ll see)

WC: 2k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

“I can’t believe you!” Sam’s voice partially shook the very foundation of the safe house you had just barely made it back to. “I can’t believe you would do something so fucking stupid!” His hair is sticking up in a million different directions as a combination of dried blood and utter frustration.

“If it wasn’t for what I did, you both would be dead by now!” You shouted back but winced as you pulled at the hastily done stitches on your side. Dean’s arm, which was the only thing keeping you upright, tightened around your waist.

“Can we save this for later, maybe when we’re not all exhausted and hurt?”

“No!” You and Sam retorted at the same time. 

“There were way too many fucking vamps for you to handle alone, it was easy pickings for them!” Dean attempted to guide you to the single bedroom at the back of the cabin but you shook him off with a glare. “I did what either one of you would have done in that situation.”

Sam breathed heavily through his nose, the vein in his forehead bulging with anger. “You turned yourself into bait! You had no plan, no weapons, and no backup. You’re lucky that Dean got to his machete in time.” 

“I had it handled!” Pain ricocheted through your body as you tried to stay standing without any support and you felt the hot trickle of blood leak down onto your hip. 

“You were impaled!” 

“I was fine! I had them right where I wanted them.”

“So you wanted three vamps to be practically dogpiled on top of you while you bled out?” The question was rhetorical but you answered anyway.

“Yes! Three vamps on me meant that you both only had to deal with one each. It’s basic fucking math Samuel.” 

“You fucking-“

“Alright that’s enough!” Dean finally interjected. “It’s been a long hard day and we’re all a bit wound up. We can have a more rational conversation in the morning once we’ve all gotten some rest. So Sam, go clean yourself up and I’ll get some food ready. And you-“ He turned to you with a harsh look. “-You go sit down cause it looks like you’re about to pass out.”

Sam’s jaw clenched and his eyes flicked to you but he quickly looked away. “Fine.” He grumbled and stomped off to the bathroom, his duffle bag in hand. You flinched when the door slammed shut. Dean gingerly cupped your face like a father would to their child and wiped away a tear you hadn’t noticed rolling down your cheek.

“He didn’t mean it, he just got scared.” You scoffed.

“Go make your food Dean.” You knew you were being unnecessarily harsh to your friend but you were still too angry and hurt to act rationally. He sighed and stepped back.

He pointed to the couch. “Sit, I’ll take a look at those stitches when I’m done.” But as Dean turned away to the kitchen, you didn’t go to the couch, instead you grabbed your car keys from the side table and quietly hobbled out the door.

When Sam had finally finished his shower and redressed in clean clothes, he was considerably calmer. He knew you were right, that they needed a distraction to kill all those vamps but when he saw you- metal pipe through your side with three huge vampires trying to get a bite at you, his heart stopped. 

Sighing, he looked at his reflection in the small mirror above the sink. Your blood that had covered his hands was washed away but he could still feel it staining his skin. He had been on the edge of tears as he stitched you up in the back seat of his brother’s car but those tears had evaporated into anger when you doubled down on your actions.

You were reckless and stupid and gone.

Sam stepped back into the main room of the cabin and immediately noticed there was one less person. The wide open door to the bedroom showed that it was empty and with Dean in the kitchen, there was nowhere else you could be. “Dean, where are they?”

His brother immediately froze, gaze darting to the couch before looking out the window and seeing that your car was conveniently gone. “Son of a bitch.”

——————

It was the silence that was killing you. You could hear everything, the few animals that scurried around in the forest that surrounded you, the wind rustling the leaves in the branches overhead, the sound of your blood as it poured from the huge slash in your abdomen.

You knew no help was coming because you were alone.

You couldn’t feel the pain anymore and you supposed you were grateful for that. “At least it’s a clear night.” You murmured to yourself as you turned your gaze upwards to look at the stars. It was dumb to go hunt a wendigo alone but you were still mad and you had a point to prove. Although, since you hadn’t talked to him in nearly three months, Sam wouldn’t actually know that you won the argument but it was enough for you to prove him wrong without him knowing.

But now, now you want to be wrong. You would give anything to hear his voice just one more time, even if it was because he was yelling at you. 

It took all of your remaining strength to reach into your pocket for your phone, praying that it wasn’t cracked as you switched it back on. The bright screen illuminated your face. There was a text from Dean and one from Garth that obscured the photo in the background, the photo of you and your boys at the Grand Canyon.

With trembling fingers, you scrolled to Sam’s contact, his name surrounded by childish hearts like you were a middle schooler with a crush. His photo was one you took in secret, a candid shot of him reading a massive book. He was hunched over and his brown hair uncombed but his eyes shone in the dim light of the Bunker’s library. You hesitated over the call button.

The ringing of your phone overpowered all other sounds in the forest and you were grateful for the reprieve from the quiet. “Sam’s phone.” Dean’s voice echoed through the small clearing, slightly broken and muffled because of the poor cell service.

“Hey Dee.” You smiled, biting back a whimper of pain as you spoke. 

“Hey kid! It’s been a minute, you ok?” There was a brief pause as you summoned up the courage to lie to one of your closest friends.

“Yeah- yeah I’m good. Do you think you could get Sam for me? I wanted to talk to him.” 

“Course. Hey Sammy, phone for you!” Dean shouted and you could vaguely hear Sam yelling back at him ‘stop answering my phone jerk!’. There was a brief scuffle and then a new voice, one that immediately soothed the burn of your injuries and set your soul at ease.

“Hi.” He said as Dean retorted with a fond ‘bitch’. There was a thud and then the line went quiet for a second. “Sorry, you know how Dean is.”

You chuckled and blood dripped down from the corner of your lips. “Yeah I do.” There was a beat, an awkward silence falling over you. “Hey Sam-“

“I’m sorry.” He interrupted you. “You were right, and I’m sorry for yelling at you, you just really scared me. I don’t want to lose you, I lo-,” his voice became thick and he cleared his throat, “You’re important to me and I want to keep you safe.”

Your eyelids fluttered as tears began to build along your waterline. “I’m sorry too, I was being reckless, I just thought it was our best bet.” You tried to readjust your body on the cold ground but hissed as pain exploded through your stomach.

“Are you- fuck are you hurt?” The panic in Sam’s voice was like being doused in cold water. Suddenly the blissful fog you were floating in, that was undoubtedly shock, drifted away and everything crashed back into you.

“No no I’m fine.” You attempted to calmly reply but it came out as more of a sob. 

“Where are you?” You could hear the jingling of keys and thundering footsteps. You laughed tearfully.

“Nowhere you could get to in time. Just talk to me please, I want to hear your voice one more time.” The sounds stopped but he didn’t speak again. “Please Sam, do this one last thing for me.” 

He took in a shuddery breath. “Don’t do this. Tell me where you are.” His voice wavered and you knew he was close to tears.

“Sam-“

“Tell me.” 

“You fucker.” You huffed. “Montana, Custer National Park. Don’t know my exact coordinates.” Your legs were cold, far colder than they should have been considering it was August.

“Keep talking to me.” He spoke into the phone and then turned and yelled into the Bunker, calling for his brother and Cas. “C’mon let me hear your beautiful voice.”

“You think my voice is beautiful?” Your heart jumped even as you felt it slowing down.

“I think all of you is beautiful.” Tears rolled down your temples, wetting the dirt beneath your head. You sniffled and clutched your phone even tighter.

“You’re beautiful too. Most beautiful man 've ever met.” Your words started to slur together but you kept talking, just like he asked. You would do anything he asked. “Got those big hazel eyes nd nice hair. Never told you but you made me nervous when we first met. You were so big and you were frowning but then you smiled and I knew.”

“What did you know?” You smiled.

“I knew that I was gonna fall in love with you. And I did. Sam-“

“No. No.” He cut you off again. “You don’t get to tell me that, not now. Not when I’m not there with you to tell you that I feel the same. You can say it when we get you home safe.”

“Sam, I’m not gonna last that long.”

“You will.” He firmly replied. “You have to.”

“Ok, then I won’t tell you how meeting you was the best thing to ever happen to me and I also won’t say that you became my home.” Blackness curled around the end of your vision, and the stars slowly began to disappear. “Why can’t I see the stars anymore?”

“Don’t you dare close your eyes!” Sam screamed but his voice began to fade away as the darkness settled over you.

“I’m sorry Sam.” Your eyes shut as a bright light appeared before you.

——————

The first thing Sam was aware of was the smell of pine. It was so achingly nostalgic, he couldn’t help but smile. The raging river beneath his feet provided just enough ambient sound to disguise the familiar purr of an engine.

“You certainly took your time getting here Winchester.”

You looked just like he remembered you, from your hair down to the smallest details on your skin. Dean stood next to you, arm thrown over your shoulder as he laughed.

“He was always the slow one.” Sam just smiled and embraced his older brother, holding him as tightly as he could. Dean cupped the back of his head before letting him go with a teary smile. “You did it Sammy.”

They pulled away from each other and Dean gestured to you. “Go on, they’ve been waiting for a long time.” 

Sam approached you slowly, his smile growing wider with each step. You looked away bashfully. “I know we didn’t end off on a great note and my death was ever so slightly dramatic so you can be mad at me all you want.”

His big hands cupped your wide hips, pulling your attention back to him. “Tell me.” Your eyes sparkled under the setting sun.

“I love you Sam.” And as he kissed you for the first time, everything clicked into place and you both realised that maybe the risk of hunting was definitely worth the reward.

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Ok I’m feeling better (got burnt out) so now I’m gonna continue my posts about next gen redacted ocs!! I made a custom tag for these posts, so you can click that to see the rest of them :D (it’s tagged on this post)

This time: David’s son, Dante!

- His full name is Dante Gabriel Shaw

- His nickname is probably smth like Danny, so Davey and Danny lol

- He looks a lot like Gabe, his eyes being closer in shade to Gabe’s than David’s, and his facial structure & hair being very similar as well. This makes David both happy and a little sad, which Dante doesn’t understand until he’s a little older and David explains everything about Gabe to him.

- David brings him and Angel to visit Gabe’s grave regularly, and they leave dahlia flowers and honeysuckles (which i stole from other ppls flower hcs sry fhksdhjs)

- He’s besties with Ashlyn (Asher’s daughter) because of course

- He has a sort of inner circle who are all his friends in the pack, so that includes Samuel Jr., Ashlyn, and Milo’s daughter

- He’s always acted like a mini alpha, protecting his friends like David does, he started mimicking David when he was 2, attempting to do speeches to the rest of the pack toddlers

- He shifted for the first time when he was 14, a week before the winter solstice, and while it was painful, he managed pretty okay. His shifted form is very similar to his dad’s (large black wolf in my hc), but with a white swirl pattern on his right flank.

- He is the most responsible in his friend group, making sure they’re all eating, they’re on time, etc. would absolutely be the guy who has all the papers and passports when they go on an international trip.

- He may act a lot like his dad, having a gruff exterior, but it’s mostly a cover, and he can be a little goofball sometimes, like his other parent (Angel)

- He loves playing minecraft, started when he was 5, and co-ops with Angel often to make cool builds

Ok now for official alpha / security company stuff that he’d do!!

- He’s David’s only kid (in this version of things) so he’s naturally expected to become Alpha

- So, he often shadows his dad to important events, as well as security gigs

- One of the major things is he accompanies his dad to Solaire-hosted events, and while his dad greets William and shakes hands with him, Dante greets Emilie (William’s daughter), and shakes hands with her.

- She enjoys messing with him, and has held him in a couple second trance to see how he reacts (like I said in her post, she’s not great with mortals), which he eventually, after a couple meetings, can reliably break out of.

- Usually at these events, he stands around with his dad mostly separated from the vampires, interacting only with those who approach them, because David is worried about him being vulnerable to attacks or trances

- Luckily for him, Samuel Jr. (Sam’s son) is a regular attendee at these events, as William invites him, Vivienne (Vincent’s daughter), and their parents. Of course, Samuel is very protective of his friends, so whenever Dante has been at risk, he’s protected him, albeit maybe too violently, but it gets his point across.

- Now I feel like it’s a good time to mention that Samuel jr and Dante are boyfriends / eventual mates!! So it adds an extra layer considering Samuel has a rightful claim to him (the magic bite thingy), mostly for the purpose of being allowed by vampire law to protect him somewhat violently 👍 (Samuel also visits Gabe’s grave independently to leave flowers, because he’s paranoid about getting permission to date and eventually propose to Dante cuz blah blah tradition even though Gabe wouldn’t care if he were alive)

- He also shadows his dad on security gigs, learning all the best ways to keep large groups safe and orderly in case of an emergency. He also gets properly trained in gun use, just in case, and does pretty alright (they train at a typical gun range after he gets the proper licenses)

- Dante eventually heads his own event security gig, and manages pretty well. He’s doing it with his group of friends, so they goof off a bit over radio, which he scolds them for, though lightheartedly

- He does experience some rough gigs, not ever quite inversion level but there was a time when a clan of vampires descended on a large event being held in a stadium that had similar levels of danger, with luckily less losses

- One day, when Dante is ~25, David gets pretty sick, though is not in any danger, simply is somewhat immobilized and can’t perform his usual duties. Asher takes over, as a beta typically does, but starts trying to convince Dante to take over as alpha, which has been a previous conversation before, especially between Dante and David, but Asher is now making it a bit more urgent, and Dante is resistant to the idea.

- Dante says something along the lines of David not being dead, just sick, so he doesn’t need to take over yet, since he’s scared of taking over so soon. Asher flinches at that, and things become awkward. He eventually apologizes, but Asher insists it’s okay.

- Dante takes some convincing, but eventually decides to step up and take over, after David promises to support him in learning his duties.

- He picks Ashlyn to be his beta, and she does a good job! His takeover of the pack goes pretty well, mostly because everyone was expecting it anyways. David recovers fully, and helps him keep everything orderly, and keeps being in charge of the security company for a few more years before signing that over to him as well.

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Alliance of Sun and Moon

Prologue:

Samuel Collins hummed to himself as he went through some of the herbs in the forest. His magic had been weakened, but that won’t interfere with his abilities to take care of the non-vampire staff that work in the castle. He gathered elderberries, rosehips, yarrow, and nettles, the ingredients his supply most needed. He looked up to the horizon, he had enough time to get to the castle and get some rest. 

He had quite the long night; before leaving the castle he had spent the early hours of evening tutoring Frederick and Luca. He ensured the young new-bloods knew literature and mathematics, as well as teaching them all the knowledge he has about healing herbs and other remedies. He may be a vampire, but he would be damned again if he didn’t pass on what his mentors taught him. 

His thread of thought was snapped when he heard the sound of rustling in the brush a few yards from where he was knelt. It sounded like animals fighting wildly. His head snapped up quickly to focus on the sound, grabbing his basket and dashing towards it. Samuel quickly found what he was looking for, a large werewolf fighting a vampire. Both of them were bloody, the Vampire had several wounds from large claws, while the werewolf was bleeding from wounds around the neck and pack. It was clear from the beast’s ragged breathing that ribs were most likely broken. Samuel crouched down, hiding behind some brush

He saw another vampire approaching the werewolf from behind. Samuel dropped his basket and dashed across the clearing, taking a flying leap, grabbing the vampire by the head and twisted sharply. This separated the assailent’s head from his shoulders, and the body fell to the ground. The wolf killed the vampire they were fighting, their teeth puncturing their prey’s chest before being torn to shreds. 

Samuel looked up at the wolf as they ran their tongue over their chops before turning a pair of bright green eyes to meet his vampiric silver eyes. The creature had thick, silvery-gray fur, and stood taller than most werewolves he had seen in his life. Their pelt was scattered with scars, ears ragged and torn, in all honesty, Samuel was in awe of the creature before him. 

He could hear a growl building in their throat, so he dropped to his knees, lowered his head, and lifted his hands, palms out towards them to show he was unarmed. The massive creature approached, body lowered and ready to pounce at a moment’s notice as they got closer to the vampire, before taking a deep inhale of his scent. Perhaps seeing if he was a threat? Their nose moved from his palm, down his arm, to his neck and they took another deep inhale.

Samuel’s own sharp nose caught the scent from the wolf, under the scent of blood, fur, he caught the smell of pine, rain, and lavender. It was truly an intoxicating smell, it made his teeth ache with the desire to bite. He could feel the cold, wet of their nose against his skin and chuckled a little at the sensation. 

The wolf backed away from him after taking in his scent watching him for a few seconds more, before moving away, surprisingly, in the direction of his basket. Like a trained hound, they picked up the basket with their teeth and carried it to him with a slight limp in their step. He laughed a little as he placed it in his lap and sat on their haunches to look at him. He chuckled, looking at the beast with a smile, noticing something hanging around their neck, it looked like a chain, with a small disk attached to it. He leaned closer to them, trying to get a better look at the disk, and could make out a crescent moon on the left side. It was a familiar symbol, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. The wolf noticed this gaze, and turned away from him to begin limping away. 

“Wait!” Samuel called out to the wolf, who paused, their emerald eyes flicking at him. He moved so he was close to their wounded leg. “Please… let me help you with that.”

The wolf’s eyes narrowed, untrusting of his actions. Samuel swallowed thickly, keeping his hands up and empty so he would remain non threatening. 

“I wa… I am a healer, even if my core isn’t as strong as it was, but I can make it so your leg isn’t hurting.”

The wolf blinked owlishly at the vampire, as thought in disbelief that he would make such an offer. They stared at him for a few more seconds, then sat, bobbing their head in some kind of nod. He knelt down and began to rub his hands together, before glancing at the wolf nervously. 

“May… May I touch you?”

The wolf looked over at him in surprise, as though the question was entirely foreign to them, but nodded slowly, resting their head down on top of their paws and waiting patiently. 

He carefully placed his hands on the wolf’s fur and pulled from deep within his core, re-knitting broken bones and torn skin. “Slow breath inward, need to finish your ribs.”

The wolf huffed and took a slow inhale, their tail starting to sweep back and forth and they huffed softly, like an exhausted dog. Sam chuckled as he ran his fingers through the glittering silver fur, sighing as he pushed another wave of magic into their body. He could tell that they had some older wounds that should have been overseen weeks ago. He expelled a shuddering breath, he was draining himself surprisingly quickly. 

The wolf noticed this rather quickly and stood quickly, causing Samuel to fall backwards with a soft ‘oof.’ Once the wolf was back on their feet they glanced at him and seemed to smile as their tail swished back and forth. They tested their bad leg, seeing that it was perfectly fine after a quick trot in a circle.

Once more they brought him the basket and set it in front of him before taking off into the forest like a blast from a scorpion ballista. Samuel watched in awe at the retreating wolf before noticing the faint line of gray on the edge of the horizon. The vampire healer stumbled to his feet and pulled the hood of his cloak over his head before running to the castle before the sun could breach the mountains.

[holylulusworld]

Born this way (3)

Summary: Your journey alongside the Winchesters continues.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Vampire!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: angst, language, blood, vampire reader, arguments, tension, enemies to allies, biting, blood-sucking (slightly), mentions of blood, mentions of character’s death

A/N: It's been a while, huh...

Catch up here: Born this way (2)

“Human blood. They fed us human blood for centuries and we never found out,” you growl while pacing the library. “I can’t believe the elders would betray us like that.”

“Well newsflash, sweetheart,” Dean says, while watching you move back and forth like a caged animal. “They fucked all of you over. The question is, what are we going to do about it?”

“There is nothing we can do. No one disrespects or questions the elders, Dean. Especially not an abandoned death handler like me. If I tell anyone about what we found out, they won’t believe me.”

“And if they do, they’ll panic,“ Sam throws in, earning a bitchface from his brother. “It’s true Dean. What would you do if you ever found out that dad fed us blood instead of tea.”

“I fed you, not Dad,” Dean snaps at his brother. “He couldn’t care less—” He shakes his head. “I get what you try to tell me, Sammy. But…we need to do something.”

“We need to find out more about the secret mixture. It got delivered, that much I know,” you close your eyes and try to remember the faces of the people delivering the blood. “They always wore black, like us. No vampires, though. Humans.”

“So let me get this straight,” Dean sits on the table at the library. “Dudes dressed in black came to your hideout, delivered blood, and sneaked out to haunt the night. Let’s call them by their name…”

“Dean. Don’t,” Sam warns. “Please let’s focus on finding out more about the mixture and the people delivering it.”

“The men on black…” Dean grins proudly. “Even though, I never understood why they called themselves men in black. They had hot chicks in their team too.” The hunter frowns. “Hmm…”

“Dean.” Sam shakes his head. “Please stop.”

“He’s not wrong, Samuel,” you point your index finger at Dean. “There were women too.”

Sam groans. He can’t believe you are siding with his brother in this. “Guys, seriously?”

“What?” You shrug. “I lost my place in this world and the trust of my people. On top of all the elders I protected with all my strength for four hundred years betrayed me in the worst way possible.”

“Sammy, let her have some fun. This is a shitshow, and you know it. Remember when people fucked with our lives and mind?” 

“Fine,” Sam grumbles. “What else can we do?”

“We will find out more about the blood and…the people in black.” You smirk at Sam. “Later I’ll bite your brother again.”

“Dean, Sam—wait!” You hold up your hand, stopping the hunters from entering the building. “I can smell blood. Lots of it.” Tilting your head, you listen closely. “I can hear no heartbeat but yours. No one in the building is alive.”

“Fuck, we’re too late,” Dean curses loudly. “What now? It took us weeks to find one of the deliverers. Our only lead turns out to be a dead-end.”

“Dean!” Sam grumbles.

“I didn’t mean it that way.” Dean snaps back. “All our hard work for nothing. That guy was the only one we were able to identify on the footage.”

“We are out of luck,” Sam sighs deeply. “It was a lucky coincidence that the building across from our hideout had a camera. I can’t believe they found out about our investigations.”

“No…no,” you shake your head. “This is my fault…” You swallow thickly as the brothers look at you. “I tried to…I…”

“Y/N, what did you do?” Dean asks. “No more secrets. If you want us to help you, you’ll answer my questions.”

“I called someone, hoping he would help me.” You look away, embarrassed you trusted someone again. “I believed that I meant more to him than the elders and our traditions. With him not being a pureblood…” 

“Who did you call, Y/N?”

You glance at Dean, ashamed to admit another lie. “Charles…”

“Charles like your dead lover Charles?” Dean cocks his head. “You told me he’s dead!”

“He is…but at the same time, he’s still here,” you whisper. “The man I fell in love with. The human man died a long time ago. He asked me to turn him. I refused.”

“What happened to him? If you didn’t turn him – why is he still here?” Sam places his hand on your shoulder. He knows telling them about the man you loved is hard for you.

“Charles and I got into a fight. He accused me of seeing him as an affair.” You chuckle dryly. “He was so very wrong. I would’ve done anything for him. But I didn’t want to doom him. This life is not as glamorous as you may think.”

“Let me guess,” Dean says. “He found someone else turning him.”

“Sadly, he wasn’t the man I believed he was,” you bitterly say. “It’s been so many years that I had hoped he changed. Even if we were not lovers anymore, I still trusted him. It was foolish of me to still hang onto the past. Charles went to another woman and asked her to turn him. He betrayed me once.”

“Welcome to the club, sweetheart. We all make mistakes,” Dean hops off the table to pat your cheek. “I only hope you didn’t tell that sonofabitch about our hideout.”

“I’m not stupid, Dean” you grumble. “He doesn’t know about you, your brother, or the bunker. I wanted to find out if I could trust him. Charles didn’t know about the man from me. Still, he was there and killed the man himself. ”

“If you didn’t tell him about the man,” Sam bites his tongue. 

“I know, Samuel,” you sigh, and drop your gaze. “Charles must have known the truth about the men in black and the secret mixture all along.”

“How’d you wanna know he was there?” Dean cocks a brow. He still doesn’t understand all of your abilities. 

You lick your lips. “I smelled him.” The hunter frowns at your words. 

“If you smelled him, he must’ve smelled you too,” Dean grunts. 

“Don’t worry. He was long gone. If not, they would’ve tried to kill us.”

“This doesn’t make me feel better.” Dean looks at his brother. “Sammy, we should make sure the bunker is locked and our guns are loaded.”

“Guns won’t do any good against my kind,” sighing deeply you look at your hands. “You need ultraviolet ammunition to kill a pureblood.”

“What the fuck, Y/N?” Dean backpaddles as he must watch you chain a Lycan up. “You brought a werewolf to the bunker? Are you nuts?”

“He will turn back into his human form soon,” you shrug, and finish your job. “Right, Wolfie? You will be a good lapdog and tell me everything about your weaponry.”

You step away when the Lycan starts turning back. “Dude, that’s sick,” Dean scrunches up his nose. “I’m out of this.”

“I won’t,” the Lycan growls, “tell you shit! Let me out!”

“If you don’t help me, I’ll cut you into tiny pieces and feed the leftovers to the pigeons,” you curl your lower lip. “I want to know everything about your weaponry. I need it.”

“You need it?” The Lycan dips his head. He watches you for a moment and huffs. “What for? You cannot use it against my kind.”

“I don’t want to use it against your kind.” You wield your katana in front of the Lycan, smirking darkly. “You always wanted to find out where to find the elders, right?”

He bares his teeth. “Don’t try to fuck with me, vampire. I’ll rip your throat out before you can even try to use that toothpick.”

“You give me the answers I’ll need, and I tell you the exact location of the elders,” you casually say. “And no, there is no catch. It’s a win-win situation. You can kill the elders, and I got the weapons to bring the rest of them down…”

“What’s all of this?” Dean’s eyes grow wide as you carry the last box filled with ammunition inside the bunker. “Did you rob a gun shop?”

“The Lycan was very helpful after I served him the first elder on a silver plate,” you smirk darkly at the hunter. “Just you now, these will kill me too.”

“I wouldn’t dream of shooting you.” He mirrors your smirk. “Only if you bite me again…”

“You wish I would bite you again.”

“Dean be nice. Y/N offered to help us on hunts and share her knowledge and weaponry with us,” Sam tuts. 

“Roommates!” Dean exclaims. “With benefits?” He whispers lowly.

“We will see, human,” you purr and slide your fangs out. “We. Will. See…”

FIN

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Supernatural , Season 6 , Episode 10

Caged Heart

hihihihi excited to watch

Oooh, Crowley torturing Crowley. It's the alpha shapeshifter? Oh, he's torturing the kids? Oh no :(

Meg? Does she never die?? Seriously, they need to kill her instead of exorcising her every time.

I think Cas secretly wanted a reprieve, even if Sam did blackmail him. I feel as though he wanted a break from the war? Spend some time, like old times, with the brothers? Because of simple blackmail from Sam when he doesn't even know how to kill him. I don't believe it.

"Its very complex"

"Mhmm"

"If the pizza man truly loves this babysitter, why does he keep slapping her rear?"

"Perhaps she's done something wrong."

"Youre watching porn. Why?"

"Well, it was there."

"You don't watch porn in a room full of dudes, and you don't talk about it."

The way Cas slowly looks down is killing me.

What? He doesn't think retrieving Sam's soul is wise? Because he wants him to survive? Oh. Tortured soul? Oh no. This is worse.

Dean the hypocrite. He just told Samuel to stop getting back Mary and then now he's saying hell try whatever to get Sam's soul back.

Why aren't they helping the people to get out? Because they're most likely shifters or vampires? But what if they're like that one vampire who drinks only cattle blood, like the Cullens.

What the FUCK? Why are Cas and Meg kissing? lol, she stole the angelic weapon. And Cas just let her take it.

I don't think Crowley would take the risk of locking up Sam and Dean; he would have had them killed immediately, and he wouldn't estimate the boys like that. But okay.

"Im standing in pee" "Consider yourself lucky"

From the guy who was pouting when he lost his shoe. He truly is soulless. ( I miss Sam.)

What the fuck is Sam doing? Did he just bite himself? Where did they take Dean? Oh my god, what is with the random gore here? Ah, vampires, they fed Dean to vampires. Oh, he used his blood to draw a Pentagon, damn smart. Is he so tall he can reach the ceiling, though? Probably, probably.

Whattttt. Is Crowley dead??? Wow.

I was right. He does want to be here. Hehehehehehe yay.

Sam doesn't want his soul. I can get why Sam feels like that, but that's also so dumb?

[washa]

I listened to porters audio and here's my favourite personal comments:)) (It was like 2 pages long in my notes so i had to trim it down.)

Porter spoilers!

Headcanon, He dresses like british Batman. Idk how that works but he does.

I'm surprised he didn't call my friends a twat or something, or like a bum.

the way he says dd (designated driver) makes it sound like a shitty innuendo.

If he says "well for one" one more time i'm gonna shred his vocal chords

TREASURE??? aye aye captain

god what's with solitares and being borderline stalkers 😮‍💨

HELP THE WAY HE SAYS PORTER SOLAIRE

"Porta Solaiar"

He's giving Draco Malfoy post puberty

He's so stupidly poetic I want to consume his vocabulary

Solaires got a things for eyes damn

WHY ARE SOLAIRES SO FOWARD???

Show me what. Your dick??

OH SHIT PORTER IS GOING TO THE SUMMIT CONFIRMED

Old friend?? SAM??? SAMUEL????? HELP THE DRAMAMA

Why is Treasure such a doormat

Is he like giving advice from personal experience?? like w him and Vincent??

WOAH THERE BACK UP JAMES CULLEN

Treasure is a lovely petname bc like it makes me feel shiny

Ykw I'm actually glad he established a boundary saying that it will probably just be a one night stand and nothing more, kudos and respect

through the skin??? i'm not pork belly or something. Crispy skin

I know it's fantasy but If i was Treasure i'll run if a guy asked to bite me

How can be sound so crazy but be somewhat respectful 😕

Real teeth? What did i think he was like a furry??

D.U.M.P is gonna have a field day w this breach of covert

Oh right trances, Vampires are funny critters.

WOAH BOLD TREASURE BOLD TREASURE 🗣🗣

HELP WHY IS HE MOANING??? good heavens.

Too long??? HOW LONG IS TOO LONG

he's going for seconds, i'm gonna look like a prune.

ew please don't kiss me i hate the taste of iron

[svndrenched]

@vampiric-bite from here

Someone so small shoved him. Him. And they're sorry for potentially hurting him. Him.

Mountain watched him, wary of another attack. There was something different about this elf than what was there a moment ago. An imperceptible shift in his being. Almost down to his very core. And, to Mountain, it smelled like rot.

The elf was possessed. He didn't know and didn't care to know the nature of the possession. Demons who took part in that sort of thing were usually demons he didn't want to associate with. He wanted to sniff the leaves and find pretty rocks and listen to birds. Not whatever perversion this was.

Mountain bared his teeth a little more and clicked a low warning in his throat. A warning for whatever demon was there to leave him alone. He was far too ancient to feel worried about whatever upstart demons were doing.

[stardustbarbarians]

Hooked On His Flesh

A Daniel Wagner / Samuel Kiszka fic

Summary: Warning signs become increasingly harder to ignore.

Tags: vampires, blood, health issues, dramaaaaaaaaa

Trigger warnings: mentions of addiction

A/N: Once again, I dedicate this vampire fic to @ofthecaravel as she was the inspiration for this fic with her edits/art. This also goes out to @t00turnttrauma bc I love you <3. Title taken from Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier. As always, enjoy <3.

Words: 4.3 k

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“Sam…” 

He knew what that tone meant. 

Samuel looked over at his partner, seeing the desperation in those dark eyes of Daniel’s. He knew that look all too well. Like clockwork, every night without fail Daniel would gaze upon Sam with those pleading eyes. And every night without fail, Sam would give in. 

Taking his fingers off the keys, Sam swung his legs around the bench to sit with his back to the piano. Daniel was lurking in the doorway, a pathetic look on his face that would often surface at this hour of the night. Sam couldn’t really tell from this distance, but he’d bet that Daniel’s eyes had gone black. 

With a laugh that bordered on amused and flirtatious, Sam rolled the hair tie off his wrist. Danny approached as Sam put his hair up into a bun, exposing his neck. 

“Pick your poison, angel face.” 

Sam tilted his head slightly to the side, hinting to the vampire that he wanted Daniel to bite his neck. However, frustratingly and just like Sam knew he would, Daniel grabbed his wrist. 

No matter how many times they had done this, Sam still winced at the initial sensation of Daniel’s fangs piercing his flesh. To be fair, it was hard not to elicit a reaction when an honest to god predator was feeding on you. Just like that feeling of the bite, one thing Sam would never get used to was the euphoria of having his blood drank. And by Daniel Robert Wagner, no less. 

Almost as quickly as it had started, Daniel was detaching from Samuel’s wrist. He had to swallow down a whimper as he watched a dribble of his blood slowly drip down Danny’s bottom lip. 

“Always a messy eater,” Sam breathily commented, feeling as if he had just sprinted a mile with how out of breath he was. 

Daniel, without thinking it seemed, darted his tongue out to catch the spare blood. “Such wretched manners, I have.” 

Sam, blaming his blood loss, laughed extra hard at that line. He also began giggling at the sensation of Daniel licking at his bite mark to heal up Sam’s skin. 

“Alright, let's get you to bed,” Danny instructed, effortlessly cradling Sam in his arms as he carried him off to the bedroom. 

“I’m not tired,” Sammy whined, throwing his head back in an act of petulance. 

Daniel, to his credit, simply continued on with his task. However, he did shoot Sammy a look that was amused. When he laid Sam down on the bed, he instructed Sam not to move save for getting into more comfortable clothes. 

Sam did as he was told and changed into his pajamas. He didn’t want to admit it, but he really was feeling fatigued. It wasn’t like he could blame Daniel for this tiredness; this was the first time he’d felt particularly drained after Daniel had fed on him. No pun intended. 

“Drink up, Prince Sammy. We can’t have your hemoglobin getting too low on us,” Danny stated after setting a large glass of orange juice on the nightstand next to Sam, placing a kiss on Sam’s cheek as he did. Sam would be lying if he said he didn’t blush at the action. Glancing over at his partner, Sam took notice of the ruby color of Daniel’s irises. That meant he was satiated and Sam had done his job. 

Slamming down his OJ, Sam let his fatigue take over and drifted asleep. 

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“Sammy…” 

For a moment, Sam didn’t know if he was dreaming or not. He knew Danny was calling for him, but the question was whether or not it was real. He decided just to ignore it for the time being. 

“Sammy, baby…” 

Ok, definitely not a dream. Groggily, Sam blinked open his eyes, being met with the pitch black of night. He groaned sleepily, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands. 

“What’s wrong?” Normally, Daniel never woke Sam up unless it was something important. 

“I… nothing’s wrong, I promise.” 

His brain still sleep-soaked, Sam was unable to pick up on the nuance of Daniel’s tone of voice. Reaching over to the lamp on his nightstand, Sam flipped it on. He tried not to wince too hard at the offensive amount of light now assaulting and burning his pupils. 

That’s when he saw how dark Daniel’s eyes were. No longer were they their ruby red but obsidian black. 

“....Daniel?” 

The vampire glanced away, his fingers nervously fiddling with the sheets. He was chewing on his lip, Sam wondering how he wasn’t slicing it open. 

“Are you… hungry?” 

Looking down at his fidgeting fingers, Daniel slowly nodded his head. 

“But, how is that possible? You just…” Sam didn’t finish his thought. He found that he was too tired to really dig into the why and how of the situation. In his defense, it was four in the morning. So he deserves a pass. 

With that mentality, Sam simply flipped onto his side and pulled his hair off his neck. He braced for the stinging pain of his flesh being ripped open, wincing as the vampire sank his fangs into his skin for the second time that day. With a sharp gasp leaving Sam’s lips after being bitten, he began to hear Daniel sucking on his neck. This would have been a red flag for Sam had his brain not been still soaked in sleep. Daniel hardly drank blood this intensely; the only time Sam could recall such vigor from the vampire was one time while touring overseas, they had trouble getting blood and Daniel had to go a week without feeding. 

Sammy wasn’t sure how long exactly Daniel had been feeding off him, but he began to get worried when he saw black spots dotting his vision. With each slurp from Danny, Samuel could feel himself become weaker and weaker. And with each drop of strength leaving his body, Samuel became more and more alarmed. If it hadn’t been Daniel being the one draining him, Sam would go so far as to say he was afraid of what fate might befall him. He waited and waited for the vampire to detach from his neck, trusting his life-long best friend and new lover, but that moment never came. Sam finally decided that he needed to intervene when he felt his eyelids become so heavy that he had to fight to keep them open. His brain capacity might’ve been significantly reduced with the lack of blood flow to the vital organ, but he knew that wasn’t a good sign at all. 

“Daniel,” Sam whispered, weakly grabbing at any part of his boyfriend he could. This seemed to snap Daniel out of whatever terrifying trance had befallen him; like a fog clouding his brain. 

Breathing heavily, Sam heard the vampire swallow thickly as Sam’s blood traveled down his throat. With what little strength he had, the human turned to face his lover. He was greeted not by the man he loved, but by the monster that Bram Stoker had terrified the general public with for centuries. Crimson messily coated Daniel’s entire mouth, the blood dripping thickly down his chin and threatening to fall onto Sam. There was a wild look in his still black eyes, almost feral-like. They seemed to glint with an insatiable hunger unlike one Sam has ever witnessed in his lifetime. 

“Sammy….” Daniel breathed out his name as if it were a sacred prayer. Swallowing once more, Daniel pinched his eyes closed and seemed to try and gather himself. Still with his eyes closed, he darted out his tongue to clean his lips of Samuel’s blood, using one of his fingers to gather what had fallen down his chin and slipping the appendage into his mouth. 

When he finally gathered himself, Danny opened his eyes once more. They were still as black as the void of space, however that primal hunger had vanished from them. The concern that thrummed through Samuel dissipated as the vampire gently caressed his cheek with a deeply concerned look on his face. 

“Oh, angel… what did I do to you?” 

Without thinking much, Sam grabbed his boyfriend’s wrist and guided it down from his cheek to the open wound in his neck that was still spitting blood. When he felt the gash, Daniel was quick to act and sealed it up with his tongue. 

Sam smiled gratefully. Well, he tried to, anyway. He even tried to speak as well, but his sentences made no sense at all. For some reason, Daniel checked his pulse, commenting that it was “really low” in a concerned voice. 

Daniel looked Sammy in the eyes for a moment as he seemed to make a choice. When he made his decision, he was fast to act. He ordered Sam to “stay right there” before leaving the room. When he disappeared from sight, Sam felt alone, missing the vampire almost instantly. He wasn’t gone for long, however, returning with yet another glass of orange juice and a pill bottle. This glass of OJ was in the largest glass they owned, the marmalade colored liquid filled all the way to the brim and threatening to spill over the side with each step Daniel took. It wasn’t until he set the pill bottle down on the nightstand by Sam’s head that he even realized what they were: iron tablets. 

“C’mon, baby, sit up,” Daniel gently commanded, assisting Sam in doing so. Once his back was against the headboard, Danny took his hands off Sam and grabbed the iron tablet bottle, shaking out a few pills in his hand. He took his lover’s hand in his, turning up the human’s palm to place the pills in it. 

“Swallow these, Sangria.” The glass of juice was placed in Sam’s other hand, Danny gently pushing both closer to the human in the hopes he’d get the message. 

Sangria… that’s a new nickname…

Doing as he was told, Sammy took the allotted pills and washed them down with his glass of juice. As he was gulping down the liquid, he felt strong arms slither down his torso, locking into place around his stomach. Daniel rested his face in the crook of Sam’s neck, burying it inside the chestnut locks of hair and squeezing his arms tight around his lover. 

“I’m sorry…” It was so quiet. Sam wasn’t entirely sure it was meant for his ears. In fact, if Daniel hadn’t been in the crook of his neck, Sam wouldn’t have heard it at all. 

The human was too exhausted and loopy to really understand why Danny was apologizing or what would even cause him to. Instead, he just leaned into the embrace. It wasn’t long until he was sleeping once again; and this time, there were no interruptions. Sam dreamed of medieval castles, wolves, cemeteries, crucifixes and wooden stakes. 

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“I can’t believe you let me sleep that long. We’re so late for practice!” Sam shouted as he frantically sped down the freeway. 

“You had a rough night last night and I wasn’t about to-” 

“So you keep telling me,” Sam interjected, cutting off Daniel’s explanation. A stiff silence laced the air in the car, Danny with his lips pursed. “I don’t even remember being awake last night!” 

If Sammy wasn’t focused on trying to swerve between slower vehicles, he might’ve noticed the perturbed and nervous look the vampire shot him after that comment. 

As the two pulled up to the recording studio, Sam was still aggravated. 

“I’ll never hear the fucking end of this…” Sam spat under his breath, throwing off his seatbelt and ripping open the car door. 

You see, Dan and Sam prided themselves on showing up at least almost on time to their scheduled events - such as practice - and would often rag on their older brothers for it. But now that he was over an hour late, Sam knew the twins would have a field day. With a grimace that hadn’t left his face since he woke up, Sam snatched his bass from the back seat and trudged inside without even waiting for Danny to follow him. With a sigh, Danny simply locked the car and followed his boyfriend into the studio. He hated to admit it, but his ire was growing at Sam’s childish behavior. 

“Look who FINALLY decided to show, huh?” Josh yelled vivaciously, a teasing smile on his face. Sam, already fed up with Josh after one sentence, shot his brother the dirtiest look. 

Josh, taken aback by his little brother’s attitude although used to it, just looked over at Daniel a little confused, but shrugging it off. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” Jake bravely asked, one eyebrow peeking up over his sunglasses. He was already hooked into the amp and tuning his guitar, melodic scales flowing with ease from his fingers at a lightning pace. 

Sam stopped dead in his tracks, his rage boiling over at the question. Taking a deep breath, Sam gently set down the case for his bass and silently flipped open the latches. Without a word he pulled the surf green instrument and threw the strap over his neck. He refused to look any of them in the eye or even acknowledge anything they had to say unless it was productive to their music. 

“Hello? I asked you a question, Sam,” Jake continued. Either he was purposely trying to make him angrier or he truly was ignorant to the wrath wafting off of the bassist. 

With a look capable of killing a thousand men, Sam glared at Jake for a moment before starting the process of warming up his bass. Jake, just as confused as his twin, looked to Daniel for any explanation. When the drummer saw both sets of eyes from the older Kiszka brothers pointed at him, his irritation spiked. 

“Shut the fuck up and play.” 

Clicking his sticks together, for tempo, Daniel warmed up by playing Built By Nations, pounding on his kit so hard he made the ground shake. The twins shared a confused look. It was one thing for Sam to be in a bitchy mood, but Danny acting pissy? That just didn’t happen. 

As practice continued, Sam felt himself get calmer and calmer with each passing minute. He was doing what he loved, playing the instruments he loved, all with the people he loved most. He couldn’t even really remember why he had been in such a foul mood when he entered the studio. 

Though it seemed as Sammy’s mood improved, Daniel’s got worse. He kept speeding up the tempo on everyone and cursing acridly when he messed up. At one point, he threw his drumstick at the wall so hard he actually cracked the drywall. When that happened, it left all three Kiszkas in complete shock. None of them would ever admit it, but they all were truly afraid of Daniel for the first time since they’d known him. 

“Daniel-” 

“WHAT, SAMUEL?!”

Sam flinched as Danny roared at him. For some reason, he was reminded of his dream last night. The dream where Daniel nearly drank all the blood from his body. That feral and starving look in his eyes he harbored in those black eyes last night, a hunger Sam knew could never be quenched or satiated no matter how much of his blood he gave to the vampire. 

The pair stared at one another for a moment, the air dead silent as the tension rose between them. A pin could drop and you could hear it. 

Like the snap of a rubber band, Daniel surged up and grabbed Sam, yanking him up from his seat at the piano with more force than was strictly necessary. Sam wouldn’t be surprised if Daniel was about to leave bruises on him with the amount of force he was employing on his flesh. Sam knew that, despite the amount of strength he was using, Danny was still restraining himself significantly. 

The human heard one of his brothers call after him as Daniel led him away and down the hallway. However, neither of them made any effort to answer or even look back. It wasn’t until Danny ripped open a door to an empty recording room and shoved Sammy in that he let go of Sam’s wrist. However, he didn’t want for Danny’s touch for long. Just as soon as the door was slammed shut, the vampire was pinning him against the wall. Sam barely gasped in surprise before he felt fangs puncturing the pulsing skin of his carotid. Sam, a little startled by his boyfriend’s behavior, yelped in surprise at the pain. However, he didn’t say or do anything more. He noticed how jet black Daniel’s eyes had been since this morning. He thought about offering up his neck or wrist to Danny earlier, but he was too pissed off. 

While Sam had seen Danny’s eyes black before and understood that meant he was virtually starving, he didn’t quite grasp what that meant exactly. For as Daniel fervently slurped down his lover’s blood, he kept making guttural noises. Growls and moans slipped out of his teeth between gulps of blood and frankly, if Sam hadn’t been so turned on by this behavior, it would’ve worried him. 

However, Sam really could not ignore when Daniel actually hissed at Josh. 

“Sam? Are you-” 

 HISSSSSSSSssssss 

Sam would be utterly lying if he said that a stab of fear didn’t lance through his heart like an arrow wound. Not only had Daniel actually hissed at his best friend and brother, but he had also put himself between his food and his enemy and caged Sam in with his arms. 

Josh stood rigid in the doorway, the light from the hall spilling into the dim room and backlighting him. There was a look of utter bewilderment on his face as he tried to process what Danny had just done and truthfully, Sam couldn’t blame him. Because honestly, what the fuck just happened. 

“Daniel, what the hell are you doing?!” Sam shrieked at him, warm blood still dripping down his neck and onto his shirt collar. All of the sudden, he began to feel very light-headed. If the room weren’t almost pitch black, he might’ve seen the spotting in his vision. However, he was able to feel his vertigo before he collapsed onto the floor. 

“Sam!” 

The last thing he heard before completely losing consciousness was Josh screaming his name right after he hit the ground. 

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When Sam woke up in the ER hours later, “pissed” was not even close to how angry he was. Not only had Daniel put him in the hospital, he allegedly tried to keep the twins and paramedics from even coming anywhere near Sam. Eventually, some of the stronger paramedics managed to wrestle Danny away and sedate him. 

The twins had filled him in while he was laying in the hospital. It took Sam all of five seconds to begin demanding that he see Daniel and get some answers, but the staff wouldn’t let him leave. Apparently, he had suffered from severe blood loss to the point where, if he hadn’t gotten help when he did, he would’ve bled to death. So, after begrudgingly finishing his blood transfusion, Sam left against medical advice and forced the twins to take him to see Daniel. 

That was how he found himself standing in the jailhouse, watching his boyfriend pace back and forth behind bars like a caged animal. Sam had it all planned out. He was going to look Danny straight in the eyes and demand that he tell Sam what today was all about and yell at him for putting not only Sam in danger, but the twins and those paramedics as well. 

It didn’t go as planned. 

It was as if he could just sense that Sam had entered the building, Sam watching as he spun around in Sam’s direction immediately as he entered the threshold of the holding cells. He ran to the bars, his fingers wrapping around the iron as he gripped it tight. “Sam!” There was a bright yet concerned smile on his face, one that made the human’s heart ache in his chest. 

Sam had difficulty making it to Daniel, his head feeling dizzy after standing up for too long. He propped himself up against the wall, leaning on his outstretched arm as he tried to let his blood flow catch up with his movement. 

“Sammy?” Danny’s voice was so soft and low. It was just above a whisper. It was also one Samm heard from Daniel between the sheets, and Sam wasn’t too happy that he decided to use that tone at that particular moment. But, it did cause him to open his eyes. 

Sam was treated to a very disheveled Danny. His curls were wildly flying out of his bun, his bangs seemingly stuck to his forehead with the amount of sweat glistening off his skin. His clothes were wrinkled with his shirt somehow torn. Suddenly, Sam was able to picture a deranged Daniel fighting viciously against anyone who tried to get anywhere near Sam. He was able to imagine that insatiable and wild look of hunger in his eyes as he slashed at anyone who attempted to take Sam away from him. Sam wasn’t sure who the person standing in front of him was anymore. 

When he blinked, that terrifying look in Daniel’s eyes that made him feel like prey vanished from his mind’s eye, but his body wasn’t so quick to forget the feeling of absolute terror that look inspired within his sinews. However, his heart was forcing him to only see the soft smile Danny was wearing. It was a broken one, one that knew he did wrong and begged for forgiveness. It was the one Danny wore when Sam first pieced together that Danny wasn’t human; begging Sam to forgive the monster he was. It was the one he flashed when he accidentally broke a mug that he dropped on the floor. And it was the one he was wearing now, begging Sammy to forgive him for drinking too much from him and harming his brothers. And just like all those other times, Sam was buckling like a house of cards under a soft breeze. 

“Daniel…what happened back there?” 

The vampire’s smile faded. He had to have known that Sam had questions, but he apparently was not prepared for that one.

“I… I don’t know. Something just… just came over me and… I don’t know. The only thing in my mind was that I needed to protect you… you were the only thing that mattered to me and everyone else just… I don’t know…” His hands had slid down the bars, now on level with his chest instead of his face. He couldn’t look Sam in the eyes, his head hung as the floor suddenly became the most interesting thing to him. 

“You attacked the twins, Daniel. They have claw marks on their skin that you left on them.” Sam’s words were laced with an underlying rage, one that was threatening to break out from under his skin at any moment. 

Daniel didn’t respond to that, only retreated further into himself. 

“You nearly killed me!!” 

That one seemed to really strike at Daniel’s heart. He flinched as if Sam’s voice had physically slapped him across the face. He finally looked into his boyfriend’s eyes, his ruby red eyes glittering with unshed tears. 

“You know exactly what’s going on and you need to tell me now.” 

With a great sigh, Daniel nodded his head. “I didn’t want it to be true…” 

Sam, cursing Danny’s theatrics, waited for him to continue. His head was spinning from standing up, his heart pounding in his ears as he tried to breathe deeply to fend off the black bordering his vision from gaining any more ground. 

“I’ve only seen it once in my entire 600 years. It’s… It’s very rare considering vampires don’t typically- uh… ‘mate’ with humans. But, if a vampire feeds off of one human for too long, they sort of become… addicted… to that human. It… It can drive us insane. Make us go feral…” 

Sam, dazed over the fact that he finally learned Daniel’s age, but mostly over the fact that Daniel never thought to mention this to him. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Danny glanced down at the floor. 

“Because I didn’t want it to be true,” Daniel whispered. It was so quiet… so ashamed. 

Sam truly did not know what to do. Not only had he just been hit with the realization of just how old Daniel really was, but now he was grappling with the fact that his blood had driven his boyfriend to madness. Sam stumbled back a step or two, and this time he couldn’t blame his blood loss. His head was spinning so aggressively he thought he was going to collapse. 

The only thing that pulled him out of his maelstrom of dizzying thoughts was Daniel’s voice. 

“Sammy?” 

Sam gazed over at his boyfriend. He knew what that tone meant. 

The human slowly straightened his spine; steeling himself. 

“No. No, I’m done,” Sam started, cursing the small crack on his first word, “and until you get yourself straightened out, we’re done.”

“No, Sam, please…” The utter pain in Daniel’s eyes was too much. His tone was so desperate, pleading for Sam to stay. 

“It’s for your own good,” Sam added, tears falling from his eyes. “I’m moving in with my brothers. I don’t want to see you again until you’re clean.” What he didn’t say was that he was too much of a temptation to Daniel to be near him. He also didn’t tell Daniel that it was killing him to do this. 

“Sangria, please. Don’t. I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll get clean, please don’t leave me,” Daniel begged, nothing but desperation in his coal black eyes. 

With a deep, but shaky breath, Samuel turned away from his lover. 

“Goodbye, Daniel.” 

“Sam, please! Just one more time, then I’ll quit. I promise! Come back, please! Sammy!” 

Sam couldn’t help the tears cascading down his cheeks. He knew that his decision was truly for the best for everyone involved, but that didn’t make it any easier. He just prayed his decision would help Daniel. 

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I'm so sorry, Ru.

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[atempause-art]

now that the slav squad is together in modern setting it's time to choose which one is the.. best? worst? they're all horrible i wouldn't call any of them "best"

Mája - turned vampire as punishment for witchcraft. back on her bullshit anyway. it wouldn't be an authentic slavic group if one of them wasn't brewing their own alcohol of dubious quality. meat eating bees. collecting roadkill to feed them. BITES you but not to feed, she's just feral

Samuel - came back wrong and chose violence. his best friend is a catfish. don't ask me how is he able to smoke when he pulls that pipe straight out of water. extremely questionable fashion choices but i guess you're allowed to wear whatever you want if you can kill people and take their souls

Adam - you are supposed to judge sinners and take the souls of the worst ones to hell to your boss, what the FUCK are you doing here with them?? overworked. burned out. honestly depressed from his work. help him. i don't think drinking with mája is the solution here buddy. afraid of water but catches feelings for a water monster ggwp you couldn't pick worse

[sprinklepartyfall]

Bloodied Romance character info;

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Name: Matthew (Mat/Matty) Scranton Drop.

Gender & Pronouns: Male, he/him.

Species: Human.

Occupation: Monster hunter, specialized in vampires, witches, and low level demons.

Favorite thing(s): Knives, plants, beds-

Relationships: Samuel (Brother), Y/n.

First impression on Y/n: WHAT THE F__K-

How they met Y/n: Coming home to find his brother with a vampire was probably something he would have never expected, so his reaction was quite appropriate... he yelled out exactly what he was thinking at the time, and Y/n wasn't too keen on that.

Summary: Matthew is usually a calm and collected monster killer, loves his brother dearly, and likes to keep to himself. When push comes to shove he can make the hard decisions, but when it's minor things he gets a bit indecisive.

Appearance: Matthew is about 5 feet tall, vitiligo skin, dark blue eyes, and black hair with dyed white tips. He wears the basic hunters outfit, something easy to move around in without too many layers; a brown coat, a sash containing his weapons, a black shirt, dark brown pants with a few stains, and black leather shoes.

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Name: Samuel (Sam/Sammy) Tucker Drop.

Gender & Pronouns: Male, he/they.

Species: Human.

Occupation: Monster hunter, specialized werewolves and evil fae.

Favorite thing(s): Hugs, trinkets, food.

Relationships: Matthew (Brother),

Y/n.

First impression on Y/n: ...Probably dying.

How they met Y/n: Y/n was fighting another vampire on a full moon, and Samuel happened to be hunting werewolves that night, walking in the middle of the fight at the wrong time and almost getting himself killed. However Y/n killed the other vampire just in time to accidentally save him, being severely wounded and collapsing shortly after...

Summary: Samuel is a hard working hunter that strives to protect people, being gentle with most. Although he can be a bit skittish with monsters he is always able to deliver the final blow when needed... except with Y/n-

Appearance: Samuel has vitiligo skin, about 5 feet in height, bright blonde hair and light blue eyes. He wears something similar to Matthew, just with a few cloud accessories added.

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Name: Y/n M/n L/n.

Gender & Pronouns: None, they/them.

Species: Vampire.

Occupation: Unemployed thief.

Favorite thing(s): Blood, weaponry, cuddles.

Relationships: Matthew, Samuel.

First impression on Moon: Easily startled, hot headed.

How they met Moon: Messing with a certain human (Samuel), Matthew came home very confused, shouting in surprise and anger. However the situation gets a bit worse when Samuel tried to explain, Matthew arguing while barely actually listening. A hug for Samuel from behind for his protection from the loud intruder quickly turns quite complicated...

First impression on Sun: Caring, skittish, stupid, needs protection.

How they met Sun: After waking up from a blind rage of a fight in a new, unknown place. Their wounds patched up as they layed in a bed, confused until they see a vaguely familiar face from the night before... Samuel explained what happened, and once Y/n clarified that they weren't actually saving him he got panicked quickly, being without weapons. Y/n decided from that point that they would protect the fragile human as a way to repay their "dept"

Summary: Y/n is a teasing yet formal vampire, also basically being a "scary dog privilege" for Samuel, considering they feel the need to show their gratitude for him saving their life. They can be a bit... possessive or overprotective at times, although never enough to cause huge problems, only minor ones. Thankfully vampires can numb their preys pain while biting them, their saliva even healing any wounds left from he bite afterwards, even though they wouldn't bite Samuel or Matthew... unless they let them. Y/n also being quite a strong vampire with a high pain tolerance, it was a good thing Samuel saved them and even befriended them in the end since they could probably kill them both in the right circumstances.

Appearance: Y/n has long hair, often left down, their height being 6'3. Mostly wears a dark purple cloak mostly to hide her face and a gothic medieval styled outfit, consisting of a ruffle cuff shirt, black linen pants, and leather boots.

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Overall Summary: Out one night on a full moon, Samuel was hunting werewolves carefully in the night. A fight already going on, Samuel had accidentally stumbled into it without knowing and was narrowly saved by a vampire before anything could happen to him. Unfortunately that Vampire was blinded with their anger and aggression during the fight and collapsed with large wounds... Samuel now needed to decide if he'd kill this monster, or help them heal because of their lucky action for him.

[bellasbarginart]

Omg pls talk more about your skyrim or were-joe aus!!!

~ fan-mans

I AM HERE TO DELIVER YEEES ✨

Hiya Fan-Mans!

I’ll give a few facts for both!

SKYRIM AU

Dragonborne blood has (very) recently been discovered to reach several vessels/people. The Greybeards even believe that one dragonborne can bless others with dragonborne blood through magic.

The current dragonborne in the Age of Alduin are:

The Player/The Dragonborne (Little Mac):

A mysterious young traveler having just arrived in Skyrim. Having just escaped Helgen, he traveled to Whiterun in order to warn the Jarl, and soon discovered his power.

Samuel (Sandman)

A very strong, and very intimidating half-orc man. Having discovered the power of the Thu’um, or shout in an old cave, he travelled to the Graybeard’s to discover more. However, he learned of a second dragonborne, and thus both were taught. He assists the first Dragonborne with his/their work whenever he is asked. His greatest wish is to defeat Alduin and save Tamirel.

However, the roads of Skyrim are filled with both horrifying creatures and powerful allies. Sometimes, you might even discover that both of these things aren’t completely separate.

Some monster sightings in the region include:

The Elder Blood, a group of vampires lead by a frail pale man, with beautiful hair as red as the blood he feasts upon. 🥖

The Seven Scales, a horrifying combination of man and snake that lives in the wilds of The Reach…and feasts upon any unfortunate travelers that stumble into his cave. 🍀

The Moon’s Cursed Mage, a mage who has been cursed to morph into a cursed feline-like monster every full moon in Tamirel. 🐅

The King’s Gambit, a horrid mash of man and dwarven machine that has been waiting to be unleashed in the ruins that have held him for centuries. 🥾

The Siren’s Song, a mixture between Lurker and Man, a horrid spell cast upon a traveller who visited Solstheim. Yet another attempt by Miraak to end the dragonborne’s life, he now wails a cursed sea song. 🏄‍♂️

Many more lie in wait…whether you make them friend or foe, is your choice.

WEREJOE 🥖🐺

Ever since being bitten, Joe has been eating more meat. Too afraid to eat it raw, he tries to incorporate every meal he makes with cooked meat in order to quell the extreme hunger for it.

Joe howls at the moon, even when it doesn’t trigger his transformation. It has woken up MANY of his neighbors, and has even resulted in some noise complaints. Joe has answered his door only to be requested to calm his dog down, and have to painfully explain that he does not have a dog.

WereJoe!’s fur is supernaturally soft for a lycanthropes. It feels like a well-taken care of dog’s fur.

If WereJoe gets wet in the times he has shifted, he will smell like wet dog. It’s guaranteed.

Werejoe’s bites can turn another person into a werewolf. He makes absolutely sure to stay away from anyone he can when he shifts, especially his friends.

Joe always wakes up exhausted after full moons, not even coffee can keep him awake.

That’s all I got for now! Thanks so much for the ask Fan-Mans!! 💃✨

[simgirlsofhillsidehaven]

Having been compelled to forget the worst of Chloe's recent bite, Vicky was in a good mood. She knew they had to come up with a plan to get Chloe back into school and reunite her with her family as much as they could. The less time Chloe was considered dead (and had to hide), the better. Vicky had been told that Chloe would have a difficult time with control for a while. The syndicate had insisted that Chloe be closely monitored and not return to her previous home until she was no longer a threat to the general population and the secrecy of vampire kind. Vicky didn't like the restrictions, but she knew (instinctively) the syndicate was powerful and could cause them trouble, even harm, if Chloe and Vicky didn't toe the line. Personally, she didn't feel that Chloe was a threat to anyone (little did she realise how slyly Chloe had bitten her).

Vicky talked it over with Chloe. It was agreed that they would contact Zuri and reunite mother and daughter there at Hillside Haven. Zuri would be allowed to visit and likely Chloe would go over in turn, but Chloe could not live with her only family; at least for the time being.

They also agreed that Chloe would return to Copperdale High School. Zuri would know the truth, though they wouldn't tell Principal Prescott. As far as the school and other students knew, there had been an attack and Chloe had been mistakenly thought dead, but she had in fact recovered from her injuries. As long as they weren't specific about the nature of those injuries, Chloe might not even have to show signs of any infirmity or scarring. Chloe would pretend to be embarrassed, shocked and forgetful about the attack and generally change the subject as quickly as possible. Vicky and Chloe would do their best to deal with any situations as they arose.

So Vicky rang Zuri Samuels. A very confused and visibly grieving Zuri came, as arranged, early that evening to meet the stranger who had merely said that she had "information about your daughter Chloe".

Vicky told Zuri "I have recently been contacted by a secretive syndicate who monitors and conceals the existence of vampires among us. They learnt about my work at Hillside Haven here. The group home I run for girls. This syndicate, they wanted me to provide a home for your daughter Chloe. See, Chloe was attacked by a vampire and awoke in the funeral home. She's alive Ms. Samuels. Just not quite the way you and I are..."

During this speech, Zuri's face ran a gamut of emotions. Fascination, confusion, shocked disgust and then disbelief. Zuri had vivid memories of choosing a coffin for her seventeen-year-old, of seeing her only child's lifeless body.

"Chloe" Vicky called "Come and join us" and Chloe walked out of the kitchen to face her mother.

Once more Zuri's expression changed rapidly. Shock, awe and disbelief warred with joy and longing. Chloe and Zuri embraced for a long, long moment.

Finally the pair pulled apart.

"How?!" Zuri exclaimed.

"Vicky told you. The man that attacked me was some sort of vampire. I woke up at the funeral home, I guess it was lucky that it was late afternoon, but not too late -not many people around. Mr. Anderson is part of that syndicate thing, that's why he works as an undertaker, to look out for the victims of vampires who become vampires themselves. "

Zuri held her hands out in a 'Stop. Wait' gesture.

"Yeah. It's totally weird. I don't get it all myself. I had to wait at the funeral home for what felt like ages. And they bought me blood. In bags, you know? And Mr. Anderson told me I'm a vampire now, that there are actually a lot of them, well, us..."

"Do you believe it? All the girls at school going on about Edward Cullen and all this time there's these honest to God creepers running about sucking people's necks."

Seeing her Mum struggling, Chloe rushed to reassure "But don't worry. Vampires don't have to bite people. Only the few really bad, out of control ones hurt others. Most vampires live on donor blood... bags, remember?"

Zuri hadn't truly slept in days and was still wearing the same paint spattered clothes in which she had answered the door to every parent's worst nightmare. She was beginning to think she was dreaming or going mad.

Believing she would awake at any moment, faced again with the loss of Chloe, Zuri listened as Vicky explained how Chloe could not come home, how Zuri was welcome to visit anytime. The trio sat in the living room and for a time no one spoke further. The other girls (Jamie and Rose) had agreed to stay upstairs and take themselves to bed if necessary. Vicky fetched coffee and Zuri wondered at the aroma, the warmth and the rich taste. Surely no dream was like, that. You didn't smell things in dreams. Zuri wondered again if Chloes death had shattered her mental facilities completely.

Then Chloe began showing signs of restlessness. Her hunger was getting the better of her again. Vicky pressed a business card into Zuri's hands and as politely as possible, shooed her out the door and into her car...