a soldier without a cause

Jordan Rickman 978 years old Vampire Guardian. Uncle. Adoptive father. Brother. Lover. Soldier.

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER | S4E1: The Freshman

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original-willow​.

At the look of despair on his face, Willow couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “It’s not that bad, Jordan. You could learn things from them. Interesting things, at times, even though it admittedly often leans more towards the mundane. And, as I said, sometimes you get a lovely bottle of wine as a thank you for listening.” Still, she had to take pity on the man. He really did look miserable. “Open it for me, and then tell me all about your exes. I’m sure it’s quite a story.”

"If you got a lovely bottle of wine every time you listened then we’d have evolved to just be giant ears. At least in Glasgow,” he added, letting out a defeated sigh. He was glad for Willow’s eternal optimism though. Made him think that there was still hope for something better. “I don’t think there’s enough wine in this room for those stories,” he joked (well, maybe not) but he opened the bottle nonetheless, pouring them both a glass. “Here’s to you-,” he clinked his glass against Willow’s, taking a sip. Not better than a bag of blood but not worse than whatever was on tap at Franks’. “Did I ever tell you about Sylvie?” A smile tugged on his lips- “Had a real glorious, soap-opera, slap.”

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original-willow​.

Willow loved being surrounded by humans, just taking in their auras, listening to their stories, learning about their little lives. It was around them that she could feel young again, a feeling that was harder and harder to capture. And then, there was the cheese. She truly did love cheese. “If you listen to what people have to say, they tend to want to repay you. It’s just that simple,” she told Jordan. “Small talk can be nice.” She glanced down at the bottle in her hands. “Want to try it with me?”

Jordan made a face of despair--- imagine having to listen to what people had to say. Hadn’t he been through enough? “I think I’ve had just about all I can take of small talk for at least another century, give or take. Who’d have thought the biggest challenge of my life was going to be playing-,” he finger-quoted, “The active member of the community.” Fucking awful. God, when’d he become such a miserable bastard? Jordan offered her a smile, on the way to lightening up. “Alright, sounds good to me. Might make me more fun to be around. Did I mention to you yet that Havensdale’s become a beacon for every ex I’ve ever had?”

[original-willow]

“There’s leftover cheese? Oh no, I really shouldn’t? But if you insist…I suppose I could take a little bit, I guess. Fine, some Brie. Just to take it off your hands. And a bottle of wine? Really, you’re too sweet.”

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Jordan made a swift turn away from the latest Havensdale parent who wanted to talk his ear off, throwing back the rest of his drink to cope. Right about now he really missed that human tolerance... Thankfully, he spotted Willow (who, naturally, was having no issues working this crowd) and made his escape. “How is it you’re getting away with a goodie bag and I’m barely making it through the small talk?” Obviously relieved to see her, he added- “How’s the wine?”

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cristinavampgirlcalero​.

Even Cristina was impressed she didn’t tear any throats yet, she had killed for less. Maybe she started to gain a consciousness after all these years. Maybe she even felt something like a guilt for the innocents she torn into shreds. Maybe, maybe things were getting boring? “They just lack manners.” She said her voice a low hiss. So what that she was known to be ruthless and unforgiving, she hadn’t done anything wrong in this town and they had no right to come after her. She didn’t even realize she was being scolded. Cristina didn’t get scolded, she wasn’t a child. And even her parents didn’t dare to raise their voice against her. She’d absolutely destroy them if they dared. “That was the original plan, but now i’m not so sure.” She laughed as he called Ed a bastard. She knew he was. She absolutely did.

“I know. You’ll be hard pressed to find yourself a polite hunter in this world, especially when they’re just humans-with-a-hobby. They always think they can do whatever the hell they want without any consequences. Watch way too many of those supernatural shows on the telly,” he added with a sigh (oh god, he really did sound like a grandpa, didn’t he?). Jordan had been on his best behaviour for years now but he offered her a little smirk, leaning in conspiratorially. “If they try again, I’ll help you teach them some manners.” After all, not everything had to end in a bloodbath. He hoped. Some time after the 1920s, after meeting Eddie’s then-current lady of the hour (and still, shockingly enough, in their way) and her kids, Jordan had started to lecture. He could do stern, he could do ‘disappointed dad’. Cristina was dangerous but to Jordan, he saw a vamp that needed a reminder to take care of herself. He couldn’t help it. Damn, he’d gone soft. “I like the ‘not so sure’ part of that. I’m still hoping he gets bored and fucks right off before it’s too late... How have you been anyway, Calero, hm?”

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independent-ayesha​.

[ Were all of her various ex lovers going to be in this town?? That could be awkward.] Jordan? … I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised to see you, I’m sure we’re all here for the same reasons after all. 

I- Yeah, it’s ah... It’s me. Ha, you have no idea. If I had a dollar for every old--- Well, let’s just say I’d have quite enough to get by. Right. Truthfully, I’ve actually lived here for a year and a half, almost. Ran away to get out of Eddie’s blast zone of general arsehole-ery. Hasn’t worked out for me, obviously. Did he...? I mean, did you just pick up on the rumours or is this a ‘RSVP’ thing?

You look good.

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misssylviedupont​.

Indeed. The biggest tragedy since the loss of Queen Victoria herself. Or if the Eiffel Tower suddenly vanished. That might be more sad. [taking a glass] You enjoy spoiling me? You should have said so sooner. I would have been much more likely to spend time with you if I knew that. Santé mon ami.

Well, we can agree to disagree on what qualifies but I get what you mean. That would definitely be more sad though, you’re correct. [ laughs ] I didn’t want you to be too keen about me, you know? I was a bit of a rogue back then. You’d only be more infuriated if you knew I should have been coming around with gifts nevermind just the gift of- [ he gestured to himself ] me. Just kidding. I’ll admit, the wine and talking to you might be the only good thing about this whole thing.

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misssylviedupont​.

Well, of course I do. I wouldn’t want anyone to be drinking subpar champagne on such a lovely night. Oh, Mr. Rickman, be careful. You’re going to spoil me if you keep bringing me such nice little treats.

That would be the finest of tragedies, you’re right. No one here will ever know about all the good work you do and that is just heartbreaking. [ He was only teasing, of course. ] Well, I might just like to spoil you. Besides, who knows what’d happen to you if you had to drink any of this off brand sh- stuff. [ Jordan poured two generous glasses, handing one to her. ] Santé.

[independent-ayesha]

            So this is Havensdale. Huh, I guess I can see the appeal, it’s quaint, I guess I was just expecting something….more.

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       The overly extensive woods aren’t flashy enough for you? Just wait until you see what they come up with for the bake sa--- ... I- Ayesha?

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a jordan + his kids moodboard >>> chris, alex & corey andrews (and the many other vampires he’s become a reluctant DadTM to, you know who you are)

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cristinavampgirlcalero​;

Cristina shrugged. Not very pleased with why the argument started. Humans should stop living in the past and focus on the present. It’s not like she still sobbed over things that happened fifthy years ago. “I’m fine, they didn’t snap my neck.” She grinded her teeth. “This time at least.” She couldn’t help but feel annoyed, like a puddle of lava was bubbling inside of her and she was incapable of stopping it from overflowing. But she took a deep breath. She was older now and emotions didn’t cause as much trouble as when she was first transformed. She could stay here with a cool head if she tried. But god would it hurt to kill one pathetic little human. 

Jordan was impressed that she hadn’t torn any throats out yet. That was growth. Although, if he listened very carefully he’d probably hear her teeth grind. “They are an absolute nuisance, aren’t they? People. I’ve always said so. Saying that, better to leave them be or get a few fair hits in than the alternative.” It was a lighthearted lecture and really he was just stalling before asking what he really wanted to know. All these old new faces in town- in Havensdale, where it all started- usually meant one thing. If Cristina was interested in his damned maker’s war... “I mean, you’ve not hauled yourself all the way out here because you heard about big, bad ‘original vampire and co’s’ plans for world domination, right? Because I can tell you right now, Eddie’s an absolute bastard. Not worth the time, definitely not worth the energy.”

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HENRY GOLDING in Crazy Rich Asians (2018)

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Fuck you

“Thank you for being gentle.”

Cristina said as she rubbed over her chin. At least they didn’t snap her neck this time. That was a bitch to heal. She hated the feeling of her body popping back to place. It hurts like a bitch too especially with the healing factor she’d been granted as a vampire. “Now fuck you and run.”

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It was like no matter where Jordan went, there was another unruly kid he felt responsible for. He had his own boys who were trapped between a rock and an evil place, little demons like Annelise running around and now there was Cristina Calero. Another vampire with a murky past. He held back a long suffering sigh, there by her side in the blink of a human eye but her assailant had, at least, been smart enough to run. “Staying out of trouble, I see.” Then, after a pause, “Are you okay, Cristina?”

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Yeah- Yup, I- Yes, that’s the ones. Corey, Alex and Chris actually. Mhm... PTA, you say? That’s ah, something I’ll sure think about. I- Oh, excuse me. I just saw someone I should really catch up with. Work stuff. Thanks, thank you---

[ With that, he finally managed to make his escape towards you--- ] Would you mind acting like I just came over here to ask you a very important question? I absolutely do not want to go back to that ‘PTA’ conversation.

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misssylviedupont.

Well, this certainly is lovely. The champagne is a touch sweet, but I really shouldn’t be complaining. Wait, you have something on your face. Right by your chin. Right there…

Look at you with everyone’s well-being in mind, Miss Dupont. Havensdale’s lucked into something with you around I think. [ grins ] I’m still sure you’d love to be complaining though. [ holds a bottle up ] Something from the cellar if you’re interested.

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Five Times Kissed ( Jordan & Edward )

( 1 ) @edward-carrington-ltd

He was dying, that much was clear. Squeezed tightly into his palm were his best friend's dog tags: Jordan Rickman. Both didn't have anyone else. They'd left behind no one, given their lives over to some bloody mess and for what? He couldn't remember at this point which was almost nice. Huh, so this is how it ends? Take away all the blood and screaming and it was almost peaceful.

Almost.

At least his wounds didn't hurt as much now which, in hindsight, wasn't a good sign. This whole dying thing was taking its sweet time... Or had he lost his touch with reality, with time? The screams had quietened at least. He'd fought the good fight – a bitter smile may have tried to cross his lips. All he'd ever been good for, good at had been fighting. Bloody knuckles and a lost soul; this is all it had amounted to.

Maybe he should have stayed home, not broken his mother's heart.

His vision was blurred, he couldn't make out the shape but the blonde hair (longer, then) curtained his face and the last thing he heard was in a language he didn't know, yet.

In a way, Edward had given him the kiss of life. Or was it the bite?

( 2 )

The crowd cheered again, as glasses rose and smashed back down on tables. Jordan and Edward were sitting in the back, witch blood mixed with vodka in their glasses and it by far was not the first glass either had had. Jordan had been with him now for almost a year. He felt as if he'd found somewhere he belonged even if that somewhere could be cruel. Jordan could be cruel too.

They had a love for each other though, that much was obvious. Loyalty too and something that ran much deeper. Jordan's bond with his maker was powerful, it drew him into Edward's life, drowned him in his presence. Most days he was all Jordan thought about and most nights he couldn't take his eyes off him. Whether he was being monstrous or merciful, Jordan was hooked on it. Hooked on him. That was going to be his problem – that was going to be his problem for the rest of his life.

“Better.”

“Aye but you think my pronunciation is utter shite,” Jordan waved a very drunken hand which Edward easily caught, something like a content smile on his face. Jordan was learning Norwegian and not well after the fourth witch-blood-vodka mix. Still, he was laughing. They were laughing.

“You'll pick it up.” Edward still had his hand.

“You might have to pick me up after this.” Back then, he never would have questioned where the blood came from, he was just happy. Happy to be there, happy to be alive. Happy to be with him.

Jordan should have called it a night hours before he leaned heavily on Edward's shoulder, his hands either side of his face.

“You're a magnificent bastard,” and he kissed him for it too.

( 3 )

Centuries passed and they remained together. Jordan would stray, Edward would stray but they always came back together. After all, everyone knew that when Eddie called – Jordan answered. They both had their lives and they both had their own flings. Edward moreso but Jordan... He always found his heart getting involved.

He fell in love, hard and then he ruined it. Jordan couldn't help it. He was damaged goods and he knew it.

Admittedly he was feeling sorry for himself the night he glowered over at Eddie and some flapper girl. He wanted to rip out someone's throat. Or drown his misery in the whole bar. Jordan was so busy feeling sorry for himself, he almost didn't notice Edward sit beside him. Almost. Those chills never would go away.

“Don't you have somewhere to be?”

“Moping in the corner doesn't suit you.”

“And what does?”

Edward rolled his eyes, standing back up. Probably on his way back to the flapper girl (to kill, to not kill. Who knew?).

Jordan closed his eyes when Edward pressed his lips to his forehead.

There may have been a smile.

( 4 )

Et tu, Brute?

“You have betrayed me,” Edward whispered it, quiet and dangerous, lips pressing to Jordan's cheek as a warning. He didn't say it but Jordan knew that he hadn't just betrayed him, he'd broken his heart in whatever way possible. Edward was complicated, cold but the bond between them – humanity on or off – was incomparable. Edward had been his life, his entire life for the better part of 900 years and now...

Edward had never threatened him before, not like this.

Krystal McReid changed everything.

Everyone knew that when Edward called, Jordan came but not this time. Not when it came to Krystal McReid. Edward was quiet which meant he was furious; filled with fury so strong that words or broken necks couldn't express it. Edward was thinking, planning, doing everything he could not to rip out Jordan's heart he was sure.

That was the thing... Jordan was sure, even in the face of this betrayal, he would never kill him just as Jordan would never kill Edward. He would beg for Krystal's life, he would do anything to protect her and his McReid girls but Edward was a part of him.

Damn him.

( 5 )

“No hello? No hand shake? No kiss?”

Jordan hated him. But he couldn't kill him, not yet. Edward always did whatever he wanted because he could. He paraded around this house, he invaded this town, he put his girls in danger. He corrupted Chris, he turned Jessica and Jordan knew all too well what he planned for this town. What he had planned for Krystal if he ever saw her again and god knows she would come now.

Still, there he stood. Brazen. Monstrous.

A magnificent bastard.

Jordan hated him but that by no means meant he could stop loving him.

“Go to hell, Eddie.”

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ya know how jordan has 100000 love interests??? so i was thinking....it can only make sense...to change him to the most handsome man~