A guide to the wonderful start of my big ol' collection of works.
Note: all of my fics feature a gender!neutral reader unless clearly specified othewise.
🔞= NSFW
🔥= Suggestive
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Phases of the Moon
Khonshu x Reader Series:
(gn!reader AFAB during smut only)
Part 1 - His Kiss Is Like Moonlight
Part 2 - To Lay With The Moon 🔞
Part 3 - Catching The Moon
Part 4 - The Moon's Wrath
Part 5 - Revenge By Moonlight
Currently on hiatus.
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I’ll Always Choose You
Yancy x Reader Series:
Part 1 - Yancy, In Space
Part 2 - Yancy, Within The Multiverse 🔥
Currently on hiatus.
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Ain’t No Rest For the Wicked
Cad Bane x Reader Series:
Part 1 - It's Raining Men
Part 2 - Hit The Road, Jack
Currently on hiatus.
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Stalker’s Tango
Tech x Reader Series:
(TW: stalking and kidnapping elements)
Part 1 - Just For Him
Currently on hiatus.
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What’s a ‘Jedi Code’?
Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader Series:
(AFAB gn!reader)
Part 1 - Focus 🔞
Part 2 - Sneaking Around 🔞
Currently on hiatus.
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Hawkins Hell
Billy Hargrove x Reader Short Series
(Masc!reader)
Part 1 - Walk Through Hell With You
Part 2 - Out Of Hell At Last 🔥
Fin.
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Dealer No Deal
Billy Hargrove x Reader x Eddie Munson Series
Part 1 - First Hit
Part 2 - Puff Puff, Pass
Currently on hiatus.
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A Chance Encounter
The Winter Soldier x Reader Series
Part 1 - Final Destination
Part 2 - Coming soon.
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Let's Misbehave
Alastor x Reader Series
Part 1 - The Choice to Fall
Part 2 - The Deal of a Lifetime
Part 3 - A Dog Eat Dog World
Part 4 - Coming soon.
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[More Coming Soon]
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One Shots:
Vampire!Silco - Something Sweet
Singed - Fight The Fever 🔥
Crosshair - Masc!Reader - Pretty Boy 🔥
The Winter Soldier - Sleep Well, Soldier
Loki, Bucky Barnes - Of Gods and Men
Karl Heisenberg- Cigars & Serenity
Karl Heisenberg- dub!con - A Different Kind of Show 🔞
Eddie Munson- AFAB gn!reader - So Fucking Sweet 🔞
Bucky Barnes - Ready To Comply
Eddie Munson - masc!reader - Ecstasy Rewritten 🔥
Alastor - AFAB gn!reader - A Helping Hand 🔞
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[More coming soon]
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Asks/Requests:
Eddie Munson- Mission Complete
The Winter Soldier - Stay With Me
Eddie Munson - masc!reader - I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend
Eddie Munson - All Dolled Up 🔥
Eddie Munson - masc!reader - I Was Made For Lovin’ You 🔞
Enzo - I Didn’t Catch Your Name
Eddie Munson - masc!reader - Hurts Real Good 🔥
Eddie Munson - masc!reader - Four Eyes
Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson - masc!reader - I Want To Know The Real You
Eddie Munson - Untangle 🔥
Billy Hargrove - masc!reader - The Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To
Billy Hargrove - Trouble United
König - The Harder They Fall
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[More Coming Soon]
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[To Be Updated As More Fics Are Posted]
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Author Notes: I still don't know my way around Tumblr posting entirely, but don't be afraid to request something if you're interested! It can be an ask for another chapter in a series, another part to a one-shot, or something totally new. I write for and partake in many fandoms, so there's a good chance that I'd be willing to write for whatever you suggest. Also, don’t be shy about asking to be tagged. It makes me incredibly happy to tag people in my works so if your interested in any of them, let me know!
I would love to hear feadback for any of my works and as always, thank you for reading!
Authors Notes: I'm on a roll today, two parts in one day? Go me.
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Relationship: Alastor x AFAB!Gender!Neutral Reader
Content: 1.8k words (reminder, I'm awful at using tenses correctly in writing, so if you see a mistake, no you didn't-)
Summary: Some things just aren't meant to be, and for you that means your entire life. After years of suffering on earth, you decide to finally make a change. A drastic one at that that involves demon summoning, rituals, and sacrifices you weren't fully prepared for. You knew life was about to change, but you had no idea just how much.
Warnings: [Spoiler warning for the series] Swearing, Satanic Rituals, Self Harm, Canon Typical Violence, Gore. Let me know if I need to add anything else.
I Do Not Allow My Works TO Be Reposted, Reuploaded, Or Reused- Even If You Give Credit.
While some of my works may not be NSFW specifically, my page is still 18+, minors please do not interact.
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Regaining consciousness felt like being hit by a bus.
Your body ached, your bones felt like they had broken and were hastily healed again, the ringing in your ears was deafening and it made your head feel like it was going to explode. You just laid there for what felt like hours, willing your body to stop hurting, to please give you some sort of relief from this hell. Oh, the irony.
When you finally managed to peel your eyes open, everything felt...off. Your eyesight was better, looking around it seemed at though you could see in 4k, everything was clearer, brighter. And your could hear everything. The wind whipping around you, the various car sounds and voices far away, you could hear your own breathing tenfold. It was all so loud. Outside of your senses, even your body felt different. You slowly raised your hands in front of your face, or rather, paws? Not quite. They still resembled your normal hands, but were covered in a dark fur with claws instead of fingernails. In a panic, you glanced around for something to see your reflection in. Not far from where you lay was a broken piece of glass that you quickly scooped up into your paw/hands.
Holy fuck. You had a snout. Kind of? And ears? Well, obviously you had always had ears, but you no longer had human ones. Instead, two large wolf like ears sprouted from the top of your head. You felt along your face with your fingertips, a soft layer of fur covered all of it. Inside your mouth were a shiny new set of razor sharp teeth.
Ears, snout, pointy teeth...you looked like a fucking dog. German shepherd maybe? You weren't sure, but some kind of canine that resembled a wolf. Even your legs had taken an anthropomorphic shape, long calves ending in sharp clawed paws. Paws, for fuck's sake. You looked like some sort of furry.
When your shock subsided slightly, you noticed another new addition to your body. You neck, shoulders, thighs, all had large scars that couldn't be anything other than bites marks. From what you could tell, you were covered in them. Then, you remembered what had happened.
That fucking monster had eaten you alive.
"Hey," a voice called out from a few feet away from you, startling you as you whipped your head to the source. In front of you stood a cat like being with broad wings and expression that could only be described as unimpressed, "finally here, fucks sake, took you long enough." His voice was gruff and he talked in a way that made you think he knew who you were.
"Who- what, are you?" You asked as you pulled yourself to your feet. "Where the hell am I?" The creature snorted out an unamused laugh.
"Name's Husk, and I'm a sinner, like you," he offered, gesturing towards your new form, "and we're both in hell along with every other fucker down here. Though, you look more like a hellhound. Ah, I can't be bothered to give a fuck."
"Seriously? Fuck me," you groaned, dragging your hands though your hair, "I guess that's what I get. Fucking Alastor." Husk's ears twitched as his face darkened.
"Speaking of that son of a bitch," he grunted out, "I was sent to 'collect' you or some shit, bring you back to the hotel. You really fucked yourself over with that one."
"You know Alastor?" You asked as Husk turned around, gesturing at you to follow him. He scoffed in response.
"Wish I didn't, bet you do to considering your...unfortunate scarring," he said, giving you a once over, "fucker ate you, didn't he?"
"Yeah, I made a deal with him and the next think I know he's ripping me apart," you explained, eyeing a bite mark on your forearm, "I passed out before most of these though."
"You got a name yet, kid?" He asked, "You can pick a new one down here. Most of us don't keep our human ones." You had little attachment to your real name, so getting to choose a new one intrigued you.
"Really? Um...I'm not sure yet," you said.
"Well, let me know when you figure that one out, Pup," Husk said, his tone slightly amused. Wow, he had emotions, who knew?
"Thanks," you said, rolling your eyes, "a little on the nose, don't you think?"
"Hey, I never claimed to be a poet," he huffed out. Before you could respond, Husk slowed down causing you to look in front of you for the first time on your walk. Stood tall and imposing in front of you was a massive building, the sign splayed across the front reading 'HAZBIN HOTEL'.
"Woah," you muttered as Husk continued forwards to open the door.
"Welcome home," he grunted as you followed him inside. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you found several other sinners inside, staring at you. Suddenly, one of them that vaguely resembled with long blonde hair let out a squeal as she bounded towards you.
"Hi, hi, hellooo!" She sang, grabbing you by the shoulders. Newly found instincts kicked in and your lips pulled back, exposing your fangs as a low growl rumbled in your chest. The woman blinked before pulling her hands off you, a light blush warming her cheeks as she laughed awkwardly. "Sorry, sorry, boundaries. My name's Charlie and this is my hotel! Are you a new guest?! Oh pleeeease tell me you are." Husk interrupted before you could answer.
"Not quite," he muttered, pulling you to the side, away from Charlie, "they're here for Alastor." Charlie's expression fell as a worried looked crossed her features. Charlie opened her mouth to speak, but a dark swirl of shadows appeared, revealing none other than the man who had eaten you alive himself.
"Why, if it isn't my favorite mortal!" He said, taking a step forwards to lean over you, "Well not anyone I suppose, ha ha!" The growl in your chest built, low and menacing as Alastor's eyes flicked over your body, "I must say my dear, your new form is rather unexpected." You scoffed.
"Yeah? Probably because I trusted a bastard like you and it got me killed," you spat, "put down like a mutt."
"Oh ho, yes, well I suppose that clears it up then," he hummed, "I must say, I'm not particularly fond of dogs, but it'll have to do. Come now, we have much to discuss." While your mind adamantly refused, your body was a different story. As soon as Alastor turned to leave, your legs carried you after him. Startled, you cast a worried glace back towards Husk.
"Good luck, kid," he muttered, a frown pulling at his lips. With no one to save you, your feet carried you further into the hotel. You could feel the eyes of the other sinners, most giving your worried glances. This definitely wasn't going to go well.
"When I asked for a purpose, I didn't expect that purpose to be your fucking dinner," you spat at the demon leading you down the hallway. Alastor turned his head back towards you as he kept walking.
"Oh I assure you, that was not the purpose I have in mind for you, well...not entirely," his grin was cheshire and made the fur on the back of your neck stand up.
"Then what? Why did you have to kill me to make use of me?" You asked as he pulled the door of one of the rooms open and stepped inside.
"You'd be very little use to me alive, my dear, you'll have a far greater purpose down here," he answered after you had followed him inside, "you see, there are things down here that I, though I'm rather ashamed to admit this, have...made a mess out of."
"Ok...I'm listening," you said as you sat in one of the chairs across from Alastor. Inside the room, it looked to be your standard meeting hall, a large table surround by chairs and a projector. Though the projector seemed to be the oldest thing in here.
"Before a certain...unsavory incident occurred, my name was feared, sinners cowered at the very mention of the ravenous Radio Demon," he said, his tone melancholy.
"What incident?" You ask, curiosity peeked. Alastor sighed as he reached towards the projector.
"If you are to help me restore my image, I suppose you'd have to see what ruined it," he said, the projector whirring to life as the picture show played onto the screen. At first you didn't know what you were looking at, but eventually you realized you were watching a fight between Alastor and some other being you didn't recognize. Your eyes widened at the massive display of his power, potent and evil. You can't imagine how this tainted his image, but then, you saw his opponent getting the upper hand, Alastor bleeding on the ground before he retreated into the shadows.
"Oh, so you got your ass beat and now people aren't as afraid of you," Alastor's ears twitched in time with his grin as he narrowed his eyes at you.
"Unfortunately, you are correct," he admitted, propping his elbows up on the table and settling his gaze on you.
"Ok, I'm following, but what I don't get is how I'm going to help 'restore your image'," you said, "I haven't even been here a day."
"Oh don't worry about that, my dear," he hummed, "that will all come to light in due time. For now, all I ask of you is to get yourself situated at this lovely hotel. Meet the guests, mingle, all of that good fun." You narrowed your eyes at him.
"What's the catch?" You asked, not trusting him for a second.
"Only that you'll do as I say, when I ask, and to the best of your abilities," he answered. Oh course, be his servant, fun. As much as this upset you, you could feel the chain around your neck as his eyes dug into you. The ghost of his teeth at your throat, ready to take another bite should you refuse. You took a deep breath to steady your racing heart.
"I can't exactly tell you no so," you said, breaking eye contact, "where should I start?"
"Splendid!" He said, standing up and gesturing for you to follow him, "Let me introduce you to the other sinners, please try your hardest to come off as charming. Your first task is to get them to like you. You can handle that much I assume?" You could feel your ears flattened against your head. You'd never been much of a people person, but you nodded nonetheless, following after him as your nerves swam in your gut.
Authors Notes: This has gotten zero traction here, so I'm mainly going to focus this fic on AO3, but I'll still post it here anyways. Enjoy.
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Relationship: Alastor x AFAB!Gender!Neutral Reader
Content: 1.8k words (reminder, I'm awful at using tenses correctly in writing, so if you see a mistake, no you didn't-)
Summary: Some things just aren't meant to be, and for you that means your entire life. After years of suffering on earth, you decide to finally make a change. A drastic one at that that involves demon summoning, rituals, and sacrifices you weren't fully prepared for. You knew life was about to change, but you had no idea just how much.
Warnings: [Spoiler warning for the series] Swearing, Satanic Rituals, Self Harm, Canon Typical Violence, Gore. Let me know if I need to add anything else.
I Do Not Allow My Works TO Be Reposted, Reuploaded, Or Reused- Even If You Give Credit.
While some of my works may not be NSFW specifically, my page is still 18+, minors please do not interact.
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The room seemed to spin around you as you stared into the demonic man's eyes, or rather radio dials? His appearance frightened you to your very core, his out stretched hand an ominous warning.
"Come now, my dear," the being now known as Alastor cooed at you, his tone mocking you with glee, "won't you enlighten me as to what your desires are? Hmm? I promise you, I can grant whatever your feeble moral heart desires." Right, the deal, the entire reason you summoned this monstrosity. His chilling gaze never left you, never blinking, as if he was trying to devour your soul through your eyes. Your eyes squeezed themselves shut, not of your own volition, your body desperately trying to protect itself from the threat a mere foot in front of you.
"I.." you started carefully, forcing your eyes open despite yourself, "my life, it's...shitty," Alastor's grin grew impossibly wider, "I have nothing, no one, all I do is work and then some more work. I'd like...I'd like to be happy." The beast chuckle under his breath as he peered down at you.
"I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific, lovely mortal," Alastor said, head tilting as his eyes narrowed, "come now, tell me what you truly want."
"I don't know," you admitted, avoiding his eyes, "I haven't wanted anything in so long I...I'm open to suggestions." Alastor barked out a single amused 'HA' as he straightened back up.
"You sure are a curious soul, aren't you?" He asked, though it was more of a statement really. "Do you want for fame? Riches?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you shook your head.
"That won't make me happy," you muttered, disappointment rising, "when has that ever made anyone truly happy?"
"Then perhaps you want for love?" He said, clawed fingers reaching up to stroke his chin. You shook your head firmly, definitely not. His eyebrows raised as his neck straightened out. "Ah, I know! You require a purpose, yes?"
"Yes that's...that's more accurate I suppose," you said, "but how would you give that to me?"
"Hmm," he hummed, arms folding behind his back as he leaned closer to you again, your skin prickling in response, "I must admit, this is new territory to me. Most souls are absolutely greedy with demands, but you, you're almost crawling with the need to be...molded, you're but a shell of a soul aren't you?" He was mocking you again, this prick. With a sudden rush of courage you definitely didn't possess, you crossed your arms and glared up at at the demon.
"And you're an arrogant piece of work," you huffed, much to the beast's amusement. Another 'HA' of pure delight leaving his mouth.
"Now, now, that's no way to talk to someone offering to help you is it?" He cooed, that mocking tone really starting to piss you off. His insufferable attitude outweighing the fear you felt at his presence in your home.
"'Helping' is a stretch isn't it? You want my soul, you're not here out of the goodness of your heart," you practically scoffed. His eyes narrowed as the static around you picked up, making you flinch.
"I do admit, I'm absolutely salivating at the mere thought of your soul," he hissed, teeth stretching as he began to salivate. His eyes raked down your form as a deep growl admitted from his chest, "why, my dear, you're not even a sinner, your precious soul would be sent to heaven if you were to perish as you are." His delight was palpable. "Hopefully, I can change that." If you blinked then, you would have missed his arm jutting out, his claws carefully sliding down your cheek. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was lovingly caressing you, but the unabashed hunger in his eyes told you differently.
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Alastor didn't miss the way your eyes widened, pupils dilating. He could smell your fear, the sweat that beaded at your brow as he came in contact with you. Oh, what a delicious creature you were. He crouched down, no longer towering above you as he gently repositioned his claws to grasp at your chin. While normally he wasn't one to try and quell the nerves of his victims, he felt as though the way to your soul was not through his normal means. He was keenly aware of how you seemed to relax at the fact you were now eye level with him.
"Sweet, sweet mortal," he cooed, his eyebrows twisting with mock sympathy, "until our deal has been struck and completed, I swear I mean you no harm." Not a lie, a promise. "You wish for a purpose, yes? What purpose would I give you in a world that has no use for you, hm?" Your eyebrows furrowed, a quite exquisite anger brewing behind them. Alastor's smile twitched as he drank in your expression. You were exactly what he had been needing, such an entertaining morsel that was conjured specifically for him.
"Isn't that your job to figure out?" You glowered, jerking your head from his sharp caress.
"Oh my dear, I assure you I can offer you a spectacular purpose," he hummed, his hand striking out to now grip onto the back of your head, pulling your face closer to him, "one of greater worth than any mortal would experience here on earth. But I'm afraid your heart is beating far to much for that as it is now." Your confusion was palpable and Alastor had to force himself not to giggle with delight.
"I don't understand," you said, making a feeble attempt to pull your head back. His grip was strong however, and you were no match for it.
"Strike a deal with me, my new found friend, and I promise you more life and purpose than you've ever had before," he pressed, leaning so close to you that he could feel your quick breaths rush and against his face.
"I..." you breathed, hot against Alastor's face, the rush of life made the man shiver in delight, "do you swear?" He blinked.
"Yes," he practically hissed, he took the shudder you gave as one of fear or anticipation, both maybe. "I swear on my mother's soul you won't have another day spent without a purpose."
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This beast's words sent shivers up your spine. His close proximity was intoxicating. You couldn't remember a single time you had been this close to another being before. His claws were careful not to dig into the back of your head, but there was enough pressure to make your skin heat up. His breath was hot against you, almost panting. His hungry look did things to you that you would never admit out loud. Why did he have to be this close? Moreso, why did this...monster of a being have this effect on you? Sure, you were definitely afraid, but somewhere deep within your gut there was an entirely different reaction. If Alastor knew the effect he was having on you, he didn't show it.
"Ok," you said, voice barely above a whisper, "I'll...we have deal." Alastor's smile threatened to rip his cheeks open as he suddenly let go out you, standing up straight. It took everything in you not to whimper at the loss of contact.
"Splendid, my dear!" He barked, reaching his hand towards you once again. "Shall we shake on it?" You eyed his open hand, suddenly aware of your situation. The idea of touching him made you nervous, almost like it was a mouse trap and you were the vermin. He eyed you with anticipation, the longer you took the antsier he became. With a final glace back up towards his face, which he offered you a smile and a tilt of his head in return, inviting you in, you carefully reached your hand out and finally...you shook his hand with your own.
All at once there was a burst of green light that swirled around the both of you, symbols similar to the one you had drawn to start this very interaction materialized around him, his form shifting into an even more monstrous one. His mouth lined with stitches, his antlers grew impossibly large, his eyes spun with radio dials and a heathenish cackle left his parted lips.
"We, my delicious mortal," he sang with pure delight, "have a deal."
As quickly as the scene had changed, it settled back to the previous normalcy. You tried to pull your hand free from his grasp, but he tightened his grip and gave you a firm tug forwards. You all but stumbled into him as his arm reached out and wrapped itself around you.
"What-" he cut you off with a maniacal laugh.
"Such naivety," he purred, his hand stroking the back of your head, "I promise to make this quick, my dear." Before you could question him, he leaned his head down, nuzzling into the side of your neck. You inhaled quickly as the contact made you shiver. What the fuck was he-
Your train of thought was cut off as a searing pain, unlike any you had ever experienced before cut though you like a knife. A scream left your lips and it took you a minute to realize what had just happened.
Alastor had sunk his teeth into you neck.
A deep, satisfied groan left the demon and he took a languid gulp of your blood before jerking his head away, tearing out the side of your neck in the process. You were forced to stare up at him as he chewed on your flesh. If you weren't as shell shocked as you were, you might have thrown up at the sight.
"Delicious," he groaned, his eyes meeting yours, "I'll see you soon, my dear." He cupped your cheek in his claws, leaning down again, his maw opening wide, giving you a clear view of his bloody teeth. Bits of your flesh hung from them and that was the last thing you saw before you lost consciousness.
As you blacked out, you thanked your body for shielding your from the horrors you most definitely would have experienced had you remained awake.
There was a feeling of falling after you had blacked out, the rush of air and heat underneath you, as if you were dreaming. Maybe you were, but all you could feel was the rush of impending doom before nothing, once again.
You could almost hear Alastor laughing at you as you fell, further and further into the deep, empty abyss.
Tags: SMUT🔥🔥🔥, dubious consent, memory alteration, reader's pronouns aren't specified, reader has a vagina, oral sex, p in v sex, blood drinking, blood kink, unprotected sex, dom/sub undertones, vampire sex, references to Buffy the Vampire Slayer (but you don't have to be familiar to understand this story)
A/N: please read the tags! This work contains depictions of blood and VERY adult content. Minors, do not interact!
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Hunting on game nights was never ideal.
There were too many people around… the double-edged sword of vampire hunting. The great throngs of people made it easy for a poor soul to get lost in the fray, so it brought the baddies out into the open. On the flip side of that coin, what made an ideal hunting ground for vamps created a field of landmines for a Slayer. Throngs of people meant infinite chances to get caught in the open with a wooden stake in your hand, and that brought too many questions.
Still, you could deal with humans; you had been your whole life. Hawkins, Indiana was just like any other town- people would believe what they wanted to believe, and you knew exactly how to spin a story into something they’d find acceptable.
However, if you got caught out in the moonlight with the specific vamp you were hunting, you knew you’d attract the wrong kind of attention. You wanted to fly under the radar here; it was the only way you’d be able to live here long enough to stave off the influx of demons that liked to slip in time to time from the Upside Down- the hell that waited on the other side of this reality. Not every town was as connected to it as Hawkins was, but then again, not every town sat on top of a Hellmouth.
A sound from behind you perked up the hairs at the back of your neck. You turned, making sure the brick wall of Hawkins High protected your back as you surveyed the empty courtyard before you. Everyone within a mile radius who still had a beating heart was in the gym, cheering on the Hawkins Tigers in hopes that the subpar basketball team might actually take home a win tonight.
Well… everyone except for you, whose heart was beating alarmingly fast for someone who had slayed more bloodsuckers than she could count. Why were you this nervous? Aw, who were you kidding, you knew why.
You weren’t hunting just any vampire this time. You were hunting Eddie Munson.
You steadied your turncoat heart with a slow, deep breath. “Stop kidding around, Munson,” you said, keeping your voice low and eerily calm. “You know why I’m out here and I know you’ll only hurt me if you have to, so let’s just cut the formalities and have a little chat.”
A rumbling chuckle sounded from above, and when your eyes flicked up to the sky they were met with the sight of the most elusive and cunning vamp you’d ever had the displeasure of hunting.
Eddie Munson. Or, as he was known amongst the town’s community of bloodsuckers, Kas the Bloody Handed.
“Little chat, huh?” Eddie’s smiling voice echoed from where he sat on the edge of the rooftop above you. “Put away the stake and we’ll talk, Slayer.”
You kept your eyes on him, narrowing your gaze but complying nonetheless. You pocketed the stake, shifting your brown leather jacket to the side and sliding the wooden spike into your waistband.
Were you dealing with any other vamp, you would have laughed in their face at the demand that you disarm yourself when vampires had nearly every advantage against you. You had Slayer strength, sure- but that was it. These demons had speed, strength, teeth, claws- the fact that sunlight would incinerate them was really their only weakness besides their need for blood.
Correction- sunlight should incinerate them. Sunlight didn’t affect Eddie Munson. That wasn’t the only thing that didn’t seem to affect him- bloodlust was apparently not an issue either, seeing how he was a student. At a high school. A building just teaming with sweaty, hormonal teens who were just itching to do something stupid- one would assume that a vampire in a place like that would be draining cheerleaders left and right, but not Eddie. In fact, you’d been watching him for months now since you moved to Hawkins, and you’d never even seen him hurt a fly. Hell, you’d seen kids try and beat him up and yet he hadn’t so much as made a fist since the first time you laid eyes on him.
That was why you’d sought him out tonight- this vampire wasn’t killing people, and it was making you suspicious.
Once your weapon had been safely tucked away, Eddie hopped down from his insane height at the top of the school building and landed swiftly and quietly on his feet in front of you. He smiled at you lazily, his eyes twinkling with the curiosity and glee that came with sharing a secret.
“Excuse my forwardness, but I’ve gotta know-” Eddie began, hands in his pockets as he slowly sauntered toward you. “-how long did I have you going before you figured me out?”
You pushed off the wall, casually placing your hands behind your back as you matched his stride in the opposite direction. You were circling each other, two predators locked in a deadly dance.
“You’re a pretty good actor, Munson.” you replied, voice lighter than air but balanced out by the unwavering rock-solid gaze that remained locked on him. “I might not have figured it out at all if your friend at the hospital hadn’t spilled the beans.”
That got his attention. “Annie ratted me out?” His eyebrows were practically synonymous with his hairline. “Impossible.”
You shrugged. “Apparently HIPAA laws don’t apply to secret bloodbag dealers and their demon customers. In her defense, she was pretty tight-lipped until I had convinced her I wasn’t trying to kill you.”
That stopped Eddie in his tracks. He peered at you through his curtain of moonlit curls, his gaze suspicious and unsure. “You’re not?”
You stood squarely before him at ease. “Nope.” you replied brightly. “And I don’t think you’re trying to kill anyone either… are you, Kas?”
His suspicion gave way to a blinding smile. “Well someone’s been doing their research!” You blinked and he was inches away, his enhanced speed catching you off guard; you instinctively took a step back before instantly regretting it. Eddie caught your momentary lapse in stature and his grin crept upwards in one corner. “Tell you what, killer, how ‘bout we put a pin in all your fun little Kas facts and cut to the chase, hm?”
In a flash his hand held your chin firmly. Your grip flew to the back of your waistband, fingertips already caressing the smooth wood of your stake. You mirrored each other, the two of you standing in a twin stance with one foot placed in front of the other a shoulder’s width apart, his hand at your jaw and yours ready to stake the bastard at the first sign of a threat.
“You’re here to protect people,” Eddie continued, “and I don’t plan on hurting anyone. We can coexist here, it isn’t that complicated.”
“I’m here to slay vampires.” You corrected, but Eddie only grinned and shook his head.
“See, that’s not true- you would have killed me already.” He leaned in, a smug smile only taking up more space on his countenance. “Ain’t that right, Slayer?”
You’d expected that the decision to let Eddie live would come back to bite you in the ass, but surprisingly enough, nothing changed.
You went to school. You hunted. You did normal teenager things. Not once did you witness Eddie Munson do a single thing out of the ordinary.
Well…out of his ordinary. For a bloodsucking demon hiding among human teenagers, he liked attention far more than you’d expected. The more you thought about it, however, the more you saw his reputation for being the town freak as a genius cover. He was hiding in plain sight; any weird behavior would simply be written off as a cry for attention from Hawkins’ resident eccentric. If he wanted to, Eddie could be getting away with a lot more than stolen blood bags.
So why wasn’t he?
You wanted answers, and surprisingly enough you had a feeling that it wouldn’t take too much for him to give them to you. You just needed to find a private place to ask him. Word travels like wildfire after a drought in Hawkins, and even if Eddie didn’t mind the attention, you on the other hand did. You couldn’t afford for people to start associating you with him, so you’d passed Eddie a note at lunch to meet you out in the woods at the old picnic table.
“Did you know I used to do drug deals in this exact place?”
His voice sounded wistful as his body weight caused the weakened wooden bench to creak when he sat down with you later that afternoon. “Those were the days, man.”
You snorted. “You mean the days when you were human? Or are you a bloodsucker and a pill pusher? That’s an intersectionality I can’t say I’ve encountered before-”
“Back when I was human, smartass.” He cut you off, rolling his eyes. “Now, why did Hawkins’ shiny new vampire slayer invite me to meet in the middle of the woods? All alone?” he pretended to think it over for a second, feigning epiphany when his eyes widened and his brows shot up his forehead. His voice quivered, apparently auditioning to play the role of the victim in a slasher film. “Are you g-g-gonna k-k-kill me?” He braced his hands against the edge of the picnic table, scrambling to the ground as he amped up the drama while you watched, forcing a smile at bay.
You snorted, shaking your head, unable to completely stop the ghost of a grin from sliding across your lips. “Having fun?” you snarked.
It took only a millisecond- in a blur of supernatural vampire speed, he was back up on his feet and sitting on the surface of the table. “Lots!” His smile was overwhelming- it was easygoing, unguarded, and above all things it was so human. It was disconcerting.
“The reason I asked you out here,” you said, getting down to business. “Is because I have some questions for you.”
The vampire’s eyes narrowed, that smile staying firmly planted on his lips. “I’m sure you do.”
“How can you be out in the sunlight without bursting into flames?” Every vampire you’d ever encountered would be reduced to ashes if they dared to step out the door in broad daylight, yet here was Eddie Munson- 100% bloodsucker, 100% sitting on a picnic bench and soaking up the rays that filtered in through the cover of tree branches.
“I know a witch.” Eddie replied, eyes following you as you paced around the picnic table. “She did a spell. Next question?”
You raised an eyebrow, “Who’s the witch?”
“Not telling.”
“I figured.” you lamented. “Do the blood bags satisfy you as much as fresh blood?”
Eddie was quiet for a moment, then replied with a curt “They’re enough.”
“Enough to stave off the urge to- I don’t know- murder?”
His head whipped sharply in your direction, expression souring. “Have you seen me kill anyone? In all the time you’ve been here, have you ever seen me so much as harm someone?”
You paused. “No.”
Jutting out his chin triumphantly, he straightened his posture a bit. “Then stick to relevant questions, alright killer?”
You narrowed your eyes on him. “Your bloodlust isn’t relevant?”
He scoffed, tightening his grip on the edge of the tabletop he still sat on, and you could have sworn you heard the wood creaking beneath his white knuckles. “You may not be from Hawkins, but with that self-righteous, bigoted attitude you could’ve fooled me.” His head was hanging down, Eddie’s dark eyes trained on his Reebocks which dangled from where he sat.
When he looked up at you through his long, chestnut curls, the gaze he gave you was so disappointed, so intense, that you actually felt a pang of guilt even though you hadn’t done anything wrong. You’d accused a vampire of having bloodlust. What was there to feel guilty for?
“You’re a vampire, Munson. A demon.” you stated, matter of factly. “You need blood to survive, and you’re a killer by nature-”
“You’ve done more killing in this town than I have,” he laughed humorlessly, his voice tinged with exasperation. “-and I’ve lived here my entire life!” Eddie hopped off the tabletop, shaking his head. “I thought you wanted to have an actual conversation with me, but if you’re here to point out splinters and ignore the stakes, then I’m gone. Go interrogate some other vampire.”
You stood your ground, watching Eddie walk back towards Hawkins High as you felt that guilt crawl into your chest and start to burrow there.
You found it ironic that the Hideout was known for both being the bar in town that never carded, and being the bar that vampires frequented the most. It resulted in a clientele that was either immortal or too young to be there.
Your presence in town had slowed down vampire activity quite a bit, but apparently that hadn’t been enough of a deterrent to rid the dive bar of their undead customers for the night. After a few years of slaying, you’d learned how to distinguish between prey and predator- there weren’t too many people in the bar since it was a Tuesday night, but that only made it easier to single them out.
You knew what to look for: eyes that swept the room to sort out the hierarchy of those present. Skin that lacked the plumpness and healthy complexion that came with blood running freely through the veins beneath. Behaviors that reflected an intention to single out the weak and alone before isolating them, going in for the kill.
Unfortunately, they weren’t who you were here for. Tonight, your attendance wasn’t attributed to any run-of-the-mill vampires.
Funny enough, you were here to see the band.
You sipped on your glass of cranberry juice, watching warily as tonight’s headliner situated themselves on the small almost-stage in the corner of the tiny bar. Long dark curls shadowed eyes that followed you with equal wariness, unsure of why you were here but intrigued nonetheless.
Sitting stationary at the bar with your glass sweating in your hand, you took in the spectacle before you- four boys who looked fairly human, setting the crowd ablaze with songs about nonconformity, rebellion, and hellish imagery. Funnily enough, humans and vampires alike were all watching them, heads bobbing to the thrum of the baseline, all of them united in their quest to distract themselves from life- or afterlife- for the night.
You’d always loved how music did that- it brought together folks of all shapes and sizes, political ideals, religions, backgrounds… and it gave them something to agree on. Music made people feel something. Whether you were alive or undead didn’t seem to matter; people loved to feel things.
To your chagrin, you found yourself tapping out the melodies along with the crowd, bouncing your knee in time with Eddie’s band’s music. They were- surprisingly- not bad. The place was small enough that even though you were seated at the bar, you were able to get a good look at each of the band members over the course of their set. You recognized some of them from school- Grant was a nice guy, you had some classes with him. Gareth was… shy? Standoffish? Either way, he kept to himself and away from everyone who wasn’t Eddie- typical behavior for a vampire. Now, seeing the pallor of his skin compared to the lively flush of his bandmates, you were all but sure he was a vampire; one of Eddie’s underlings, no doubt.
You’d figured out as much information about Eddie Munson’s standing in Hawkins’ vampire community as you thought you’d be likely to get, being a vampire slayer in a town fraught with vampires. He was the first to become a vampire the Hawkins way, and that afforded him a certain level of respect among vampires here. Other than that, you were flying blind.
Vampires existed in many forms across the world- name a continent, and you could rattle off some fun facts about that region’s particular breed of bloodsucker. Some born, some made, some immortal, some not- and they all had their own particular set of characteristics that set them apart and made slaying even more complicated. Eddie Munson had been the first of a new breed of vampire, and that’s why your watcher had sent you here; not only to slay, but to collect data.
The audience’s applause for Corroded Coffin’s final song faded into a dull chatter and the clinking of bar glasses, and your attention snagged on Eddie as you watched him amble off the stage in your direction. The other band members stayed where they were, shifting around as they began packing up their instruments. Gareth’s eyes stayed on Eddie, narrowing when they crossed over his shoulder and landed on you.
“Didn’t take you for a metal fan, Slayer.” Eddie murmured just loud enough for you to hear him over the din of noisy patrons.
You shrugged, sipping from your glass. “I listen to a little bit of everything. You guys aren’t bad.” Eddie hopped up onto the stool beside you, nodding to the bartender in a silent exchange. A half second later, Eddie had a freshly opened can of PBR sweating in his hand.
“Thanks.” He was eyeing you warily, sipping slowly from his can. “So what are you doing here?”
He didn’t bullshit around when there was an elephant in the room… you guessed you appreciated that. “I wanted to see you in your element.”
He snorted into his silver can. “In my element, huh? Wouldn’t that be -I don’t know- catching me in the act of ripping someone’s throat out? Draining the blood from a litter of kittens or something?”
A pang of guilt threatened to nudge its way through to your eyes, but you didn’t let it get that far. “No,” You replied, “you said it yourself, I’ve never actually seen you hurt anyone. Or even try, actually.”
His gaze was measured, eyeing you up and down as if scanning you for some indication that you were planning on staking him right here and now. You waited for him to speak but surprisingly he didn’t, so you continued.
“I’d like to propose a truce.”
Eddie smirked slightly, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards enough to call into action the dimple hidden in his cheek. “Didn’t know we were fighting, I sure as hell haven’t been getting in your way, have I?”
You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? Is that what you’re getting at? You want an apology?” As Eddie’s smirk grew wider, your mouth moved in the opposite direction, lips forming a hard, tense line as you glared at the smug bloodsucking bastard before you.
“I’m a Slayer. I’ve traveled all over the world with the sole purpose of killing vampires just like you-”
“There are no vampires like me, sweetheart.”
You snorted. “Yeah yeah, you’re so unique, we’re all aware.” You downed the last swig of your drink. “Can I finish now?”
He nodded, that grin still growing along his lips.
“Every vampire I’ve ever met has wanted to kill people. Forgive me for having my defenses up when I came across one that didn’t.” Eddie’s eyes softened, as did the corners of his mouth. His smug grin now seemed a little more understanding, and maybe a little sympathetic. That last bit made you bristle.
“I’m not saying this for your sympathy, I just want you to know where I was coming from when I made assumptions about your…”
“I believe the term you used was ‘bloodlust’?” Eddie supplied, his tone accusatory but not altogether unfriendly.
You sighed heavily. “I made assumptions. I’m sorry about that.”
Eddie tilted his head to the side, digesting your apology. Finally, “Buy a round for me and my band and I’ll forgive you.”
The stipulations of your truce were laid out the next day at lunch. You were able to convince Eddie to leave his cronies’ lunch table in the cafeteria in favor of a more private place to discuss your terms- the picnic table out in the woods.
As per your side of the deal, Eddie would provide you a list of names of vampires that he knew followed the same lifestyle as him- purchase blood from his supplier at the hospital, go about their normal lives, and never harm a living soul. You would refrain from hunting any of them.
Eddie’s side of the deal: he promised not to interfere with the slaying of any vampires in town who didn’t subscribe to his way of life; in other words, if they tried to hurt a human or drink from any living animals in town, they were fair game for slaying. In addition, Eddie would provide you any information you needed about Hawkins Vampires, and you would relay that data to the Watchers’ Council for them to enter into their database.
Unsurprisingly, Gareth Emerson’s name was at the top of Eddie’s list of vampires under his protection. When you saw it, you chuckled.
Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Surprised?”
“Not in the slightest.” you laughed. “The guy clings to your side like a guard dog and barely talks to anyone else. And he always looks like he’s on the verge of ripping someone’s throat out.”
Eddie couldn’t help but laugh along with you. “Well, in my defense, he was like that back in his human days too, I didn’t do that to him.”
You peered over the list at the leather-clad vamp as he lit a cigarette. “But you did do the ‘vamparism’ thing to him?”
“Trust me, it wasn’t a premeditated decision.” Eddie may have sounded aloof, but you could tell that the words were strained. “I had only been…turned…for a couple of weeks at that point. I thought I could handle more human interaction than I really could.”
Your eyebrows jumped a fraction of an inch, but you tried to appear unphased. You hadn’t known too many vampires who could bite a human and manage to stop themselves before killing their victims at that phase of their afterlife. A vampire’s thirst could be nearly impossible to resist for the first few years after their transition, never mind the first matter of days. The fact that Eddie was able to bite Gareth without killing him was… impressive, to say the least.
Regardless of how impressive it was, however, Eddie’s facial expression spoke volumes to you about how unimpressed he was by his choices at this particular moment in his history. You decided to air on the side of casual empathy. “Could have been a lot worse.” you said, voice soft but matter of fact. “Plus he has you to protect him.”
Eddie looked at you, eyes guarded and yet bursting at the seams with unshed secrets. You could tell there was so much more he wanted to say, but he settled for a simple, solid “Yeah.”
You didn’t pry. If you needed to know more, you’d find it out in due time, but for now you would settle for ‘yeah’.
The two of you fell into a strange dynamic as your truce was put into effect. For one thing, he made an effort to seek you out in the hallways more; it was troubling, to say the least. You didn’t want people in this town paying attention to you. If they started taking notice of your unusual habits- never getting involved at school, lurking in graveyards and dive bars late into the night, keeping to yourself instead of falling into a friend group like normal teenagers were supposed to- they might start keeping a closer eye on you. A closer eye on you meant a closer eye on the vampires in this town, and the Watcher’s Council would have your head if you became the proverbial Pandora to open the vampire box in Hawkins.
The point was, Eddie was an attention magnet, and his incessant need to interact with you in front of an audience made it difficult to fly under the radar in a town where gossip traveled faster than the average speed limit.
“Slayer!”
His calling you that in the middle of the hallway just after the final bell didn’t help things in the slightest. He was half-jogging through the throng of teens, dodging and weaving between bodies as he made his way to where you stood at your locker with wide eyes trained on the most obnoxious vampire you’d ever had the pleasure of knowing.
“Can you not call me that in the middle of a crowded hallway?” you hissed at him once he’d reached your side. In reality, you knew the chances were slim that anyone within earshot knew what a Slayer was, but you weren’t about to test that theory.
“Sorry, killer.” Eddie quipped, shit-eating grin loud and proud on his beaming face. “Just wanted to catch you before you left without me.”
You quirked an eyebrow. “Without you? What, are we carpooling now?”
“Yeah, unless you want to get drenched in the tempest going on out there, sweetheart.”
Your mouth was open, poised to argue before Eddie wordlessly scooped up your backpack with effortless strength, shouldered it, and began marching down the crowded hallway. He didn’t even wait for you to close your locker, so you had to make quick work of grabbing your books and locking it shut before bumbling after him.
“Excuse me,” you huffed, power walking in an effort to keep up with his quick pace. “Is there something about me that screams ‘I need to carpool with Eddie Munson’? Because if there is, I will happily correct the issue.”
Eddie hop-skipped through the front doors of the school, threw a chuckling look over his shoulder at you, then took off running through the pouring rain in a straight shot to where his van was parked.
You had no choice but to run in the same direction; he had your backpack.
In a mad dash through the sky’s heavy onslaught, you shielded your head best you could until you made it to Eddie’s passenger door. The rolling percussion of raindrops on pavement was cut starkly short at the shut of your door, and you breathed a sigh of relief before swinging your head around to look at Eddie Smug-Faced Munson, scowling for all you were worth.
“There are quite a few ways I can answer your question, Slayer, all of which could get me staked…” He twisted slightly to toss your backpack into the backseat, where it landed on a discarded t-shirt and a mess of paper and spiraled wire that must have been a notebook at some point. When Eddie turned back to you, your faces were mere inches from each other, both of you trusting the center console with your weight. Eddie’s movements stilled, his eyes flitting ever so quickly down at your barely-parted lips.
You were close enough to hear his soft intake of breath. “Could be worth it, though.”
Your cheeks heated, and you briefly wondered if vampires felt the stolen blood in their cold bodies rush to places in times of tension. Breaking eye contact, you crossed your arms over your chest, brushing your biceps and shoulders with your hands in an effort to warm your rain-drenched skin.
“Just drive, Munson. I have a stake in my pocket with your name on it if you try anything.”
Eddie shook his head, smirking widely. “And here I thought you were just happy to see me.” Shifting the car into drive, he expertly navigated his way out of the parking lot and onto the main road that would take you to the small apartment you currently lived in, courtesy of the Watchers’ Council.
“You’re hunting tonight, right?” Eddie’s voice cut through the rain-spattered silence in the van, jerking your attention from the hypnotic sight of his struggling windshield wipers.
“Yes?” Unintentionally, the answer sounded like a question.
“Take me with you.”
You snorted. “You, a vampire, want to go vampire hunting?”
Eddie shrugged, keeping his umber eyes on the glassy road ahead. “Now that I know there won’t be any innocents on your hit list- yeah, sounds fun.”
You arched an eyebrow. “If I end up staking anyone tonight, you won’t stop me?”
“Good vampire, remember?” he reminded you, placing a hand over his heart before flashing you a reassuring grin. “If somebody’s out there hurting people, I want them off the streets as much as you do.”
And that was how you wound up with an undead hunting partner for your nightly patrol of Hawkins for malicious undead.
Despite being the unlikely duo that you two were, you actually looked like a pair of vampire slayers on a usual patrol- the two of you both wearing combat boots and leather jackets to match. The only tell that this wasn’t your normal routine was the stark silence occupying the space between you. You ended up being the one to finally break it after the first few minutes of patrolling as the two of you strolled through the Hawkins’ cemetery.
“So if we run into some unsavory vampires tonight… how are you gonna kill them?”
“What do you mean, ‘how’?”
“I’m not letting you use my stakes.”
Eddie angled his head toward you, a grin dancing on his lips. “Aw, scared I’ll stake myself on accident, sweetheart?”
“Oh I would consider that a happy accident.” you matched his grin in stride, teasing the tip of your tongue through your teeth.
“Aw, don’t say that! You know you’d miss me, baby.”
Baby?
You sped up your pace a fraction- just enough for him to leave your periphery. “I am not your baby.” You tried to laugh through your response, but it got caught in your throat, tangling with the words and straining them in a way that sounded less lighthearted than you’d intended.
“Well look at that, I found something that makes you nervous.” You could practically feel his smugness from your two steps ahead.
“Nothing makes me nervous.”
“I do.”
You scoffed, speeding up your pace. “You do not-”
In half a second he was in front of you, vampiric speed landing him directly in your way, forcing you to stop short. He was eyeing you down, arms crossed and lids squinted in concentration. “Why’s your heart rate getting faster, then?”
You huffed a breath into the cold air, sending wisps of heat to curl and dissipate as they hit Eddie’s solid form. “Annoyance. Rage. Could be a number of things along those lines.” You sidestepped him, marching forward purposefully. Eddie followed suit beside you.
“Along those lines, you say.” He mused. “Y’know, those lines in particular can get pretty blurry.”
Eddie paused, waiting for you to take the bait. He waited a long time before giving up on that, because under no circumstances did you plan on doing so.
“The lines,” he continued, “between rage and other feelings of… equal passion.”
“You saying you want me to more passionately say you annoy me, Munson?” You quipped, refusing to meet his eyes that were practically begging you to look his way. “I will, don’t tempt me.”
“I’m quite sure you’ll find I can be very good at tempting you, baby.”
You huffed, chin whipping to the side to give him a full view of your serious face. “Stop calling me baby.” You regretted looking his way immediately, because those dark eyes were staring you down with an intensity that caused the air to leave your lungs and your voice to falter.
“Yeah… y’know-” Eddie’s grin was shining in full force now, watching you like you were a puzzle he’d just made a breakthrough in solving. “I don’t think I’m going to do that. This is the first time I’ve seen you flustered.”
“Shut. Up.” You muttered, eyes focused on a newer-looking grave about ten feet from the two of you.
“Hm, sounds like something a flustered person would say-”
“Eddie,” you hissed, already reaching for the stake in your back pocket. “Shut. Up.”
It took him a second, but he followed your gaze and saw what had you shifting gears- the low, wet sound of something sucking, accompanied by the pat pat of excess blood as it dripped to the cold earth. Slightly obscured by the headstone you’d spotted, a vampire had found some unsuspecting soul to snack on.
You held your wooden stake aloft, ready to strike. “Ready to watch the master at work?” you whispered under your breath.
Eddie matched your volume, whispering back an encouraging “Hell yeah, go get ‘em, baby.”
You rolled your eyes and sighed, carefully advancing “Just shut up and watch my back, Munson.”
“Oh I will gladly do that.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“I’m adorable.”
You arrived home around dawn, just as the sun had begun to peek over the horizon and paint the morning in blushing shades of pinks and purples. Your apartment was a little efficiency located above a pawn shop downtown. The entrance was behind the building, which meant that there weren’t any snooping neighbors to watch you entering your home in the wee hours of the night. In a town like Hawkins, this kind of privacy was a valuable commodity.
Eddie had insisted on walking you home since it was so late- or early- which tickled you to no end since he’d just watched you take down a vampire pretty much single-handedly. He climbed the squeaking fire escape two steps behind you, stopping at the final landing as you began to unlock your door.
“You can go now.” You told him curtly.
“You’re not going to invite me in?” You almost laughed; he actually sounded hurt. He was a good actor.
“You act like I haven’t studied vampires every day since I became the Slayer.” You placed your hands on your hips, “As If I’m about to give you an all-access pass to my apartment.”
Eddie laughed, his chuckle a dark and musical thing. “Baby, if I was going to kill you, don’t you think I would have tried already?” His hand was resting on your doorway, blocking the light from the time-yellowed lamp that lit the left side of your doorway and caging you in with his shadow.
“For all I know, this is you trying.” You stood your ground, arms crossed solidly across your chest, refusing to cower even though he was looking at you like he wanted to wrap his teeth around you.
He leaned forward ever so slightly, eyes heavy and hungry. “Do you think that’s what I’m trying to do?” His gaze flicked to your closed door and back to you in half a second. “You think if you walk through that door and invite me inside, I’m going to try to kill you?”
You studied him for a moment. “No.” You hadn’t meant for the word to come out in a whisper, but that’s what happened anyway.
Eddie’s gaze remained unmoved. “So you’ll invite me in?”
“No.”
A chuckle escaped through the crooked smile that invaded his lips. “So fucking stubborn. You know I can smell you, right?”
You raised an eyebrow, confused. Smell what? Did you work up a sweat fighting that vampire? There’s no way you smelled that bad-
“I can smell you, baby.” His lips were moving against your ear, brushing the little silver rings that decorated your cartilage. “You’re right, you shouldn’t let me inside. But I can smell how curious you are about what might happen if you do.”
You were suddenly very aware of how wet you were- you felt a rush of heat as a fresh wave of slick rushed through you, undoubtedly moistening your panties. He could smell that? You were frozen, at a loss for words that could adequately respond to his insinuation.
Before you could react, Eddie’s hand was on your face, gripping your jaw just tight enough to slightly purse your lips. You felt the cold bite of his silver rings on your skin, sending goosebumps trickling down your spine. He looked you in the eyes, his gaze growing deeper and darker, and you began to relax into his grip as you realized that he truly did not intend to hurt you.
“You should invite me in.”
His eyes were so beautiful… how had you never noticed them before? They practically glowed… no, they actually glowed. They were like a neon fucking sign, bright and crimson and shining such a beautiful rose-hued glow that they looked more like rubies than irises.
Your lips moved to echo him. “I should invite you in.” Of course you should. He wasn’t going to hurt you- with every second you spent with his skin on yours and his eyes boring into your own, you became even more sure of that. He just wanted to make you feel good- so, so good…
“And are you going to?” Eddie’s voice was so beautiful- how had you never realized how gorgeous his voice was?
“Yes.”
“Good. That’s a good Slayer, unlock the door, baby.”
And you did. It was the easiest decision you’d ever made. You stepped inside, immediately shedding your coat and hanging it on the coat rack by the door. “Come inside, Eddie,” You smiled at him, letting down your defenses. You were so tired of putting them up around him. “It’s cold out there.”
He matched your smile, looking at you like you’d hung the moon. “Well aren’t you just the sweetest thing.” He crossed the threshold easily, following your lead and shrugging off his leather jacket and hanging it beside your own. He glanced around the little apartment, an appraising look in his gaze. It was just one room, a small studio with a modest kitchen and living space. Your modest bed frame sat nestled in the corner beneath a skylight, along with a small armchair and a closet with the few belongings you’d taken with you to Hawkins.
“Bed looks cozy.” Eddie mused.
“It is.”
He nodded towards it. “Go sit on the edge.”
And of course you did. You sat up straight, keeping your eyes on him and waiting for that beautiful voice to say something else. You so wanted him to keep talking; each word was like a warm shower after hours in the cold, relaxing you into a happy little puddle. Eddie watched as you perched yourself on the edge of the bed, slowly stalking across the room until your knees were almost touching his.
He stared at you, his gorgeous dark eyes glowing deep red. “Open your legs.” You did. Without breaking eye contact, Eddie commanded you again. “Tell me how wet you are for me.”
You opened your mouth to speak, but he raised a hand gesturing stop. “I’m sorry baby, I misspoke.” Placing both hands on either side of your hips, Eddie leaned forward until he was close enough for you to feel his cold breath on your face. “Stick your hand down your panties and feel how wet you are for me. Then tell me out loud.”
You nodded, happy to comply. Your hands were cold, but you didn’t care. You eagerly snaked your hand under the waistband of your pants, shivering as your icy fingers traced a line down your pelvis until they reached the heat beneath your panties. The moment they dipped over the hood of your clit, you were mildly surprised at just how soaked you were.
“Talk to me, baby,” Eddie’s voice washed over you, and you felt a fresh gush of heat pulse through your core.
“I’m soaked, Eddie.” It was the truth; you couldn’t imagine lying to him when he was so curious. Besides, you wanted him to know that he was reducing you to a deluge in his honor.
Slowly, Eddie sunk down to his knees on your floor. His head was level with your open knees, hands dragging down the skin of your outer thighs as he inhaled the air between your legs.
“Take your fingers out of your pussy, I want to taste them.”
You did as he asked, wide eyes rapt with attention as you watched him grab your wrist and shove your drenched fingers in his waiting mouth. His tongue made you want to melt; it lapped along the skin of your fingers and savored the tart, heady flavor of you. You whined when his lips popped off your hand, but eagerly changed your attitude when his fingers began tracing your waistband.
“Tell me you want me to taste that pretty pussy baby, I can smell how bad you want me already, you smell so fucking good.”
You did. You wanted him to taste your pussy very badly… you wanted it more than you could remember ever wanting anything before now. “I want you, Eddie.” you panted. “I want you to taste me, I’m so wet for you.”
Eddie’s eyes shone up at you, like light through a glass of dark red wine. “I know, baby, I know. Don’t worry, I’ll have my tongue on you again in a second.” He slid his hands into your pockets, gently yanking on the material and jolting your hips forward. “Take these off for me.”
Your hands flew to the button of your pants, making quick work of them as well as your panties while Eddie helped you remove your shirt. You wanted to bare yourself to him completely, let him devour you whole, even. When you looked into those beautiful eyes, letting him have you just made sense.
You now sat completely naked at the edge of your bed, Eddie kneeling before you taking in the sight and smell of you. His gaze was hungry, his hands tracing possessive lines into your outer thighs. “You’re going to lie back for me,” he said, voice low and commanding, “and I’m going to taste this pussy that’s been leaking for me since I first called you baby in the graveyard.” Your eyes were wide, desperate- stuck on his like a moth to a flame. He pressed his hands to your knees, opening you up as wide as you could go, and you felt his breath on your wet lips.
“Go ahead, Slayer.”
You laid back, staring up at the morning’s gradient of cerulean and lavender through your skylight as your heart began to race from the anticipation. When Eddie’s tongue licked a broad, wet stripe from your entrance to your clit, a reedy, wanting moan pulled from your chest, singing into the stillness of your apartment.
“That’s it, give me every noise you have, baby. I’ll know if you’re holding any back, and believe me when I say I’ll make you moan one way or another.”
And make you moan he did. Eddie’s tongue was masterful in its movements, licking and flicking in the perfect places as you listened to the symphony of noises that were coming from between your thighs. Between the sound of his wet tongue squelching in the juices that you eagerly supplied and the humming little moans that Eddie made as he feasted on all you had to give him, it was all you could do not to start sobbing from how badly you wanted to cum for him. You knew he’d get you there, but let’s be honest- you were not a patient person.
“More, Eddie- hngh- please, I need… aah!” Your pleas were cut short as you felt a sharp suck at your swollen clit. You moaned, high and pathetic under the careful ministrations of Eddie Munson. His two middle fingers plunged into you, not bothering to give you time to adjust because he knew you were already wet enough to take him. His fingers curled slightly, sharply jerking his hand up and in, over and over in a way that filled you like a water balloon. You were whining, loudly arching your back into your bed as you squeezed your eyes shut, sensing your climax was fast approaching-
“No,” Eddie lunged forward, his right hand never ceasing its assault as his left grabbed you by the neck, wrenching you forward into a crunch position. “Look me in the eyes while you cum, don’t you fucking close those fucking eyes, baby.”
Your mouth hung open, eyebrows drawn together desperate and needy as you felt yourself getting impossibly wet and impossibly tight. His hand kept going, ruthlessly pounding into you as you screamed his name. Curses tumbled from his lips as he watched you soak his hand, and all the while his other hand stayed curled possessively around your neck. Wetness sprayed from you, and his eyes were downright feral as you squirted all over his face. You watched his smile grow, stretching across his face in triumph and baring his fangs in all their unholy glory before turning his head to the side and opening even wider.
Then he sunk his teeth into your femoral artery, and sucked.
You moaned- loudly- and then you woke up.
Being a vampire slayer who’s had a sex dream about a vampire was pretty embarrassing.
Being a vampire slayer who’s had a sex dream about Eddie Munson was… inconvenient.
When you’d first woken up from… the dream… you’d spent your first waking moments frantically trying to figure out how much- if any- of it had even happened. Had Eddie even walked you to your door, or had you parted ways at the cemetery? Had he actually called you baby? Did he admit he could smell how much it affected you when he’d called you that? Most importantly, had you actually invited him into your apartment?
It took a few minutes, but eventually you sorted out reality from whatever your traitorous brain had concocted. You and Eddie had hunted last night. He did indeed call you baby at one point and teased you about how defensive you got about it. You’d slayed a vampire while Eddie assessed the victim, and afterward the two of you had taken her to Annie at the hospital and updated her on the situation. With Hawkins’ vampire population growing by the day, this wasn’t the first time she’d dealt with a newborn; she knew what to do.
After that, you’d gone your separate ways. As far as you knew, Eddie still didn’t know where you lived- though, you knew if he wanted to find out then it wouldn’t be difficult for him to follow you home undetected. The good news was that he still hadn’t been invited into your home, so you were probably safe as long as you were inside your apartment. Of course, the rules for Hawkins Vamps were still mostly unknown to you, so there was a possibility that he might be immune to the invitations-only rule that bound most types of vampires- but you weren’t about to take him home and test that theory.
Then there was the compulsion- the ability to control the minds of humans and turn them into subservient prey at the mercy of their vampiric predator. You had heard of some vampires having this ability, but had never actually come across it in your time as the Slayer. You hoped that this dream had just been the product of loneliness and sexual frustration taking over a sleep-deprived mind, but how could you be sure? Maybe everything in your dream had actually happened, and Eddie had simply compelled you to think it was all a dream. Maybe he had some sort of psychic powers specific to Hawkins Vampires, and he had planted the dream in your brain just to fuck with you.
You didn’t know what was real. On top of that, Eddie kept trying to get your attention at school the next day and it was getting more and more difficult to ignore him without being obvious about it. You successfully avoided him for the duration of the school day, but he finally caught up to you as you were walking home. Driving his van at a steady crawl, he rolled down his window next to where you walked on the grassy shoulder.
“You wanna tell me why you’ve been avoiding me all day?”
You sighed, too chicken to meet his eyes. “I haven’t been avoiding you.”
“Yes you have.”
You sped up your pace, which was stupid because Eddie was literally driving a motor vehicle.
“No, I haven’t.”
You were still refusing to look at him, but you could hear the eye roll in his sigh. “Quit being difficult, Slayer,” he said, still keeping equal speed with your barely increased pace. “Get in the van.”
“No.”
“Uugghhh.” Eddie groaned. “Please? I don’t know what I did wrong but I’ll make it up to you.”
You shook your head but still faced forward as you trudged along on the side of the road. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” You didn’t think he had, anyway. “I’m just… I’m in a weird funk today, don’t read too much into it.”
Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Okay, then get in the van.”
You felt your cheeks heat at the thought of being so close to him… just the idea was enough to get you wet. You felt the familiar gush of arousal as you walked even faster. “No.”
An echo from last night’s dream reverberated in your skull. So fucking stubborn. You know I can smell you, right?
You picked up your pace.
Eddie sighed, jerking the gear shift into park. In a moment, he was inches in front of you, his hand planted firmly on your shoulder.
“Stop,” he said, his tone much more all-business than before. You did what he said, begrudgingly, but you were glad you didn’t feel any real need to be obedient. No compulsion, then… you thought, at least not right now.
You slowly looked up at him, hoping he couldn’t smell the effect that his sudden touch had on you. “Eddie, it’s fine. Seriously.” you tried to smile at him reassuringly, but you could feel on your face that it came out looking more like a cringe.
Eddie was silent, looking you over with an unreadable expression. Finally, he spoke, “Please get in the van. I’ll take you out for food, whatever you want, my treat. If you aren’t going to tell me what I did to make you so mad at me, at least let me make it up to you somehow.”
You thought it over for a moment, eventually conceding and nodding your head. Eddie exhaled a sigh of relief before turning on his heel to open the door for you. When you were both seated in the car, Eddie looked over to you cautiously, questioningly.
“Milkshakes?”
You nodded, eyes still facing forward. “Milkshakes.”
Benny’s had everything.
They had the best burgers in town. They had the best fries, the best chicken fried steak, the best pancakes in the morning. But the milkshakes? They were the best you’d ever had- which was saying something, since you’d lived in twelve different small towns just like this one since your Slayer powers awakened four years ago.
You sipped your vanilla milkshake through a red-striped straw and let the sweet, dependable flavor ground you. It was like releasing a breath you’d been holding since you’d woken up that morning. Eddie’s powers of observation didn’t need to be above average for him to notice the relief washing over you.
He sipped his chocolate shake, raising an eyebrow as your shoulders relaxed into your first suck of the straw. “You don’t have to talk about it, sweetheart,” he murmured against the plastic held between his lips, “but if there’s something on your mind, you can talk to me.”
Yeah, but you are the thing on my mind, you thought, and therein lies the problem.
“I appreciate the concern, Munson, but I’m fine.” You shrugged. “Like I said, it’s just a weird funk. Normal. It happens.”
Eddie didn’t seem convinced, sipping from his straw as he studied you intently- it was making you uncomfortable.
“Stop staring at me.”
“Stop lying and saying you’re fine, I can tell something’s up.” Eddie reached up with one hand and tapped on one of his dormant fangs with a fingernail. “Vampire senses, remember?”
Your heart rate picked up at the thought of what his vampire senses might be sensing, and you could instantly tell that Eddie had heard it from the subtle tick of his eyebrow.
“Speaking of vampire senses,” you started, eagerly trying to turn the conversation away from your current state, “I have some questions about your, um… powers. Specifically, about Hawkins vamps in general.”
Eddie seemed surprised by the new line of questioning, but nodded cooperatively. Leaning back in his squeaky booth seat, he let go of his glass to stick his hands nonchalantly in his pockets. “What do you want to know, Slayer? I’m an open book.”
Pulling your legs up to rest on the seat of the booth, you made yourself comfortable, leaning against your backpack that sat between you and the wall. “Are you able to enter someone else’s place of residence without an invitation?”
“Yes.”
Your eyebrows jumped. “Really?”
Eddie was already nodding. “I already knew my fair share of vampire lore before my stint in the Upside Down… I tested the more popular vampire theories pretty quick after I figured out what I was.”
You smiled, your curiosity eclipsing the nagging worry in your chest regarding his answer to your first question. “Which theories?”
Eddie chuckled at himself, making a show of counting them out on his fingers. “Well, the first was running really fast- really, really fast, I mean you’ve seen me-” Your scoff and eye roll earned you a cheeky wink from the vampire. “-tested out how good my hunting skills were in the forest by hunting down some squirrels, and let me tell you, super speed and super hearing can only get you so far, because those motherfuckers are always on alert. Learned how quiet I can be now, which is weird because staying still and silent has never been my strong suit.”
“That doesn’t surprise me in the slightest.” you snorted. “And you told me the sunlight thing doesn’t bother you because of your witch friend- what was her name, again?”
“Nice try, but I’m still not telling you.”
You smiled, throwing your hands up in mock surrender. “Worth a shot, I’ll find out eventually anyway.” Taking a sip of your milkshake, you kept your voice even as you asked your next question, which was arguably the most important to you at the moment. “So, uh, are there any other powers that you’ve noticed? Powers that don’t fit into the ‘popular vampire theories’ umbrella?”
He raised an eyebrow, “Such as?”
Ugh. “Well,” you began, focusing on a spot on the table where the vinyl coating had begun to peel off and using your fingernail to help it along. “In some regions, there are vampires who can read minds or compel humans to do whatever they say. Some can even bite humans without turning them.”
“Damn,” Eddie whistled, “lucky bastards.”
“So you’re saying you can’t do those things?” you prompted, to which Eddie shook his head and sighed.
“Nope. First and last time I bit someone, I turned my best friend into a monster. Didn’t feel like testing that theory anymore after that. Can’t read or control minds either, but honestly I’m fine with that. That kind of power doesn’t tend to end well for people.”
You nodded, sipping the final bit of milkshake down. “Wise words.”
Eddie did the same, fishing out his wallet and slapping a ten dollar bill on the table before standing. “They’re the words of someone who’s flown close enough to the sun to know himself pretty well by now.” He stuck his hands in his pockets and nodded towards the door. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” you stood and followed him, catching the door as he opened it for you. “Thanks for the milkshake.”
“Don’t worry about it, consider it an apology.”
“I told you, you didn’t do anything! I’m just in a funk-” but if Eddie could hear you, he didn’t show it as he jumped into his van and closed the door.
The drive to your apartment wasn’t long, only about five minutes. Approaching your front door with Eddie in tow gave you the strangest sense of deja vu even though the only time this had happened before was in your dream. You stood with him in the doorway, the warm light of your single-bulb lamp casting harsh shadows across his face as he watched you with eyes tinged with something imperceptible.
“Gonna invite me in?” Eddie asked, his voice husky and eerily quiet in the cold air.
You smirked, feeling slightly apprehensive knowing that he didn’t need an invitation, but was asking for one anyway. “Why, you trying to snoop through my things, Munson?”
Eddie snorted, “We both know that I could if I wanted to, sweetheart, and I wouldn’t need your permission.” He shrugged, leaning a shoulder against the chipping paint on your doorframe. “I’m just trying to be a gentleman.”
“Since when has that been your priority?” you bit back, but there was no venom in it. You were already jiggling your key into the brass lock and turning the knob. You weren’t sure why Eddie wanted to come in, but he was right- if he had malicious intent, he could barge into your home whether you wanted it or not. You made a mental note to request some demon-repellent poultices from a witch friend of yours to remedy that…
The door creaked open, and you tried to shake off that wild feeling of deja vu that kept washing over you with every similarity to your dream that kept occurring. Eddie’s boots thumped against the floorboards, heavy souls claiming the aging wood with every step they took. He surveyed your apartment, assessing what he saw with nods of his head and crossing of arms.
“Well I can tell you don’t plan on staying long.” he mused.
You raised an eyebrow, closing the door and locking it behind you. “What makes you say that?”
“The walls are empty. Nothing in here looks like you picked it out. I didn’t know better, I’d think I was in a hotel room. ”
You raised your eyebrows, nodding. “Perceptive. You’re not wrong, you know. I don’t usually stay in one place very long.”
“What’s the longest your wardens have let you stay in one place?” Eddie had hopped up on your tiny kitchen counter, his arms straining against the fabric of his leather jacket as he braced his hands on the ledge. You hoped he hadn’t noticed the way your eyes lingered on the way your dim lighting glinted off his bicep.
“Watchers. Not wardens.” you corrected, shedding your own leather and dropping the coffee-colored jacket over the edge of your bed. “And it’s never been more than a year. If you want to get technical, I think I was in Las Vegas for around 11 months.”
He quirked a curious smile. “Vegas, huh? Lot of vampires there?”
You shrugged. “Tons of tourists to munch on and nothing but nightlife. Believe me when I say that city is run by vampires.”
Eddie chuckled, “Guess that makes sense.” He looked down, as if he were debating whether or not to say whatever he was thinking at the moment. Then- “Any idea if… well, have they told you if you’ll be here long?”
You smiled; it was a small, tentative thing, but you allowed it to grace your lips. “I’ll probably just stay until the council is happy with the knowledge I’ve accumulated about Hawkins vamps. Once they feel I’m needed more elsewhere, I’ll be packed up and moved within days.” You averted your eyes from his, suddenly finding it difficult to voice the reality that any day, you might have to leave Hawkins. Leave the friendship you’d started to get the slightest bit attached to.
You heard Eddie scoff- it wasn’t bitter or laced with venom, but it was hollow. An empty, breathy laugh that didn’t do much to cover the vulnerability he had shown by simply bringing up the subject of how long you’d be staying. “Well, you know what they say- hate to see you go, love to watch you leave.”
It was an attempt at glossing over the mournful mood that’d begun lingering in the air. You looked up at him, brows pulling together in a hopeful, sweeping arch. “You really hate to see me go?”
The smile he’d plastered on was devious and smart-mouthed, but it softened at your question. “Yeah…” he said, his voice lower and rounded as he stroked his fingers along his jawline. “...I think I hate it.” His head stayed down while his slitted eyes looked up at you beneath bushy brown brows. “I was just getting you to like me.”
Now it was your turn to scoff. “Who said I liked you?”
“Your heart rate.”
Well, if it wasn’t true before, it was now. You felt all the blood in your body suddenly rushing through your veins with purpose. The room was feeling surprisingly hot, and you absently pondered whether you had left the heater on when you had left that morning.
Your voice matched his quiet timbre, “And what’s my heart rate saying?”
He slowly stepped down from his perch on the countertop, stalking toward you with care, as if he were approaching a wild animal.
Ironic.
“Well,” he started, “something in your brain obviously must have told your heart that you might have to run soon, because your blood’s been racing since I walked through that door.” He took a step closer, and now all you had to do was look up and your faces would be parallel, his eyes boring into yours. “Your body still knows I’m a predator, that’s good.”
He was right. Your blood was racing under his gaze, and he could undoubtedly feel the heat that was radiating off of you- but that didn’t mean you were ready to openly let that show. “What about you? Big and scary ‘Kas the Bloody Handed’?” you asked. “How does your body react around a vampire slayer?”
Now you looked up. He was glaring down at you, pensive and predatory as a cheshire grin slowly crept across his features. “That depends on how much blood I’ve got in me, sweetheart.” You were leaning against the edge of your tiny excuse for a kitchen island, but now that his hands were planted on both sides of your torso and braced along the tiled edge of the countertop, you felt caged in with nowhere to go and nothing to look at except his eyes as they glowered down at you. “If it’s been a while since I've fed… well, to be honest I get a little hungry.”
Breathe.
“And if you’ve had your fill?”
He chuckled. “Oh, baby, if a vampire ever tells you they’ve had their fill, they’re lying. There is always room for more.” You felt a chill, and the blood in your veins was screaming at you now to grab a fucking stake!! However, you couldn’t seem to tear yourself from this conversation. The way he made you feel- hot, ironically enough- was gluing you to the spot.
“But if I’ve got some blood in my system,” he continued, “I have to confess, Slayer, just seeing the way you look at me is enough to make all of that blood rush to all sorts of places.”
You were both silent, but the air was pregnant with the question he knew you wanted to ask. A few short breaths were all it took to make you give in. “And… how do I look at you?”
His thumbs ventured to brush over your hips through the material of your jeans, and you jumped at how much the contact affected you. You took in a sharp breath in surprise, and the strained sigh that rumbled through his chest in response nearly made you shudder.
“Like… a fox that knows it’s being hunted. Wants to be hunted…knows it could outsmart the hunter, but wants the chance to run simply for the thrill of it.”
Fucking. Breathe.
“Is this your way of saying you’re hunting me?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, like the tension between the two of you was so fragile that it could be shattered if you spoke loud enough.
Eddie’s lips were inches from yours, and you could feel his cold breath on your cheeks. “This is my way of saying that I don’t need to.” He nodded sharply in your direction, “Fox.” He squeezed your hips, tugging you gently closer to him, “Trap.”
You squirmed under his gaze but refused to look away from his smoldering eyes. “Bold of you to assume I’m the fox in that scenario.”
“Yeah, yeah…” his husky whisper rasped into your ear when the soft brush of his fingers along your hips became a firm grasp as he effortlessly lifted you up to sit on the counter behind you. He did it so swiftly, so easily… it wasn’t hard to forget about his vampire strength when he barely showed it. He gazed into your wide eyes with a grin that was playful but hungry. “Big bad Slayer is a hunter, not hunted. We’re all aware, sweetheart.”
His hands splayed atop your thighs, and you couldn’t remember a time before now that you had felt anything as acutely- or with as much anticipation- as you were feeling every inch of him touching you right now. Your inner calves touching the outer sides of his thighs. The knobby contact of his hip bones where they wedged between your knees. The way his fingertips pressed into the meat of your thighs ever so slightly, like he feared how hard he could squeeze before he hurt you.
You watched his hands, breathless as you studied the light that glinted off his silver rings. There were splotches of faded black shining on a few of his fingernails. It wasn’t nail polish; you’d seen how he colored on his nails with black Sharpie when he got bored in class. Those black nails shone reddish-purple when the light hit them just so, and you shivered as they traveled further up your thighs until he reached the part of your hips that had the most flesh for him to squeeze. A low growl danced in his throat when he heard the noise that escaped you at the sensation his hands were supplying.
He squeezed tighter, tentatively testing how much of his strength you could handle. Luckily for him, slayers are not delicate creatures.
Wordlessly, you lifted your hands to his shoulders, letting your fingers twist into his dark curls. They were beautifully brown, frozen in the perfect shade of chocolate until the end of time. Your nails gently met his scalp, raking through the roots until both of your hands were nested deep in his hair.
You made two fists and pulled.
It wasn’t a sharp tug, wasn’t meant to yank him away from you; it was a slow pull, meant to tease and tell him that you weren’t afraid of a little pain, given or received. He was testing the waters, and you were giving him the all-clear.
His eyes screwed shut when you pulled his hair, and it wasn’t from any sort of pain but simply from the fact that you were doing it in the first place. Eddie took a deep, shuddering breath as he opened his eyes once again to glare up at you with enough impassioned heat to give his bloodless body a temperature. He clenched his jaw until it ticked, then mumbled “alrighty then” so quickly and quietly that you didn’t even know if you were meant to hear it.
And then he was slamming you against the wall.
Your thighs straddled his waist, ass seated in Eddie’s stone-strong hands as you felt your back hit the drywall. His eyes were pitch black, hungry for so many things but settling for your lips as he captured them in his own. You kissed him back fervently, desperate now that you knew his touch and the sensations that came with it.
“God you smell so fucking good,” Eddie growled, pressing into you at the waist and pinning you to the wall where he held you tightly. His lips were insatiable, kissing you like your lips were dipped in sugar and he was a starving man. He panted against your mouth, breathless. “Always smell so fucking good… might be obsessed, I want…want…”
“Want what, Eddie?” you panted with him, eyes fluttering open, wanting to see the way he looked at you when he said things like I might be obsessed as he kissed you… who wouldn’t want to see that? You weren’t disappointed with the sight.
Framed by the backlit baby hairs that formed an evening halo around his head, you might have thought at first glance that Eddie looked angelic. Oh, how wrong that would be. His eyes held far too much gluttony for that.
He leaned in to scent the crook of your neck, causing you to shiver as the tip of his nose traced the base of your skull before whispering into your ear-
“Want to taste you- in every way-” You shivered. “-I want to feel you on my tongue, running down my throat, soaking my hands, falling apart…” Eddie’s lips traveled down your neck, mouthing over the veins that pumped your life force at top speed under sweet, pliant skin. “I want to break you just to know what you look like broken by me.”
The two of you were waltzing on the line of your collective self-control, and you knew all it took would be one little bite- one tiny prick of his fangs- and his venom would pour into your bloodstream. Then it would be goodbye, humanity.
Mustering up the slightest amount of dignity (with surprising difficulty), you took one hand out of his hair and braced it on his shoulder while the other stayed fisted in his curls. With a sharp tug, you used your Slayer strength to remind him he was evenly matched here, yanking him from your neck and bringing his bloodlust-glazed eyes parallel to yours.
“Fucking try it then.” you hissed, “See if you can break me.”
Eddie’s familiar roguish grin triumphantly returned then, and you barely registered his nasal scoff and a rush of wind before you were suddenly being flung onto your bed across the apartment. Eddie climbed on top of you, caging you in with solid arms and a scarlet guitar pick that dangled from his neck to dance on the skin of your collarbone.
He stared down at you expectantly, all-business. “Take your shirt off.”
“You take yours off.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Are you really in a position to be giving the orders, Slayer?”
In a split second, you grabbed his wrists and hooked a leg over his hip, rolling over in the blink of an eye. Now, you were seated firmly on his hips, back arched to splay over his torso and pin his wrists to the mattress. Eddie’s eyes widened, caught off guard by the sudden display of strength and dexterity that he had apparently forgotten you had.
You grinned, cocky. “I am now.”
Eddie glared, thrusting upward in hopes that he might throw you off balance, but to no avail. Rotating his hands in your grip, Eddie dexterously took hold of your wrists and gently pressed his nails into your skin. You winced; his nails were sharper than you’d thought they would be. Almost like…
Claws. Eddie’s nails had grown into catlike points, and now they were applying a little too much pressure. Any more than this and he would surely draw-
“-Blood.”
You whispered to yourself as you watched the bright bead pooling where Eddie’s thumb had pressed hard enough to puncture skin. Before you had time to react, Eddie was pulling your bleeding wrist to his face, inspecting his handiwork up close. He caught a whiff of your scent, inhaling deeply before exhaling so heavily that it rumbled low in his chest. Bringing your wrist to hover above his mouth, you felt your survival instincts kicking in as Eddie’s grip on your arm tightened, squeezing more of your blood to pool into the drop that now hung precariously from the cut in your skin.
Eddie’s finger on the top of your wrist raised, then firmly tapped down hard enough to shake the drop free and send it falling into his waiting mouth below.
You watched, transfixed as Eddie moaned at the taste of you on his tongue. He licked his lips, spreading your blood across them and letting your essence settle into the cracks in his skin. You wondered how long his lips would taste like you after tonight. Would it only take moments for the flavor of you to leave his skin? Or would he still taste you in the morning?
Eddie’s eyes rolled back in his head, his composure slipping under the influence of your blood in his mouth. He pulled your wrist to his mouth and licked greedily at the tiny puncture wound, gently sucking but still staying careful enough to keep his fangs far away from the opening. You were trusting him to be responsible here, as stupid as that was, but so far he seemed to be completely aware of where the line was, and he was careful not to cross it. Test it, maybe… but he wouldn’t cross it. At least you were hoping he wouldn’t.
His gaze settled on yours, and you found yourself at a loss for words. He smiled proudly, slowly sitting up until his face was even with yours. You’d long since let go of your grip on his other hand, and now that your bones were suddenly jelly, it was easy for Eddie to lift both hands to your neck and slot both of them so that his thumbs and pointers rested on either side of your ears. He pulled your lips to his, kissing you passionately and sharing the taste of your own blood from where it still lingered in his mouth.
“Tastes like fuckin’ honey.” He murmured against your lips, tongue snaking out to lick into you, and you couldn’t tell if he was referring to the taste of your lips or the taste of your blood. You recognized it in his kiss- the metallic flavor rolling over your taste buds and awakening something primal in you. Your hips bucked into his, and you felt the solid length that ached for you through his jeans.
Eddie chuckled darkly, rolling his hips into yours in response. “Careful, baby.” You felt his lips lowering, placing gentle wet kisses along your throat. Your heart raced to a bounding pulse as it dawned on you that were he to bite you here, he could kill you quite quickly. “Mmmmmm,” you shivered as his voice reverberated through your neck. “I can feel your blood rushing faster. That just for me?”
You forced yourself to breathe as you confirmed his suspicions with a small nod. Eddie sighed, hot breath pluming from his nostrils and across your skin. “Just for me… all for me…” His tongue emerged once again and licked a fat, wet stripe along the center of your neck, and you couldn’t stop the desperate moan he pulled from you at the sensation. His hand slid down for his thumb to make slippery caresses over the trail of spit he’d left behind.
“I’ve never tasted blood this good, sweetheart. It’s… I don’t know how to describe it, it’s like the way you smell, but better.” His thumb pressed ever so gently into your throat, and you felt the tip of his sharpened nail rake a promise against your skin. Eddie kept it there, pausing for a moment, and you realized with a pang of emotion that he was trying to stop himself from asking for more.
You allowed the slightest bit of tenderness to break through to your exterior, smiling gently at him as you leaned into his touch. “It’s okay,” you whispered, “I can trust you not to take too much, right?”
The lights were dim, but you could see enough of Eddie’s face to make out the glowing smile your trust had elicited. His hands curved gently along the back of your neck, cradling the base of your skull as he pulled your forehead to rest against his own. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
So much warmth flooded your chest at Eddie’s praise that it almost scared you. You knew this wasn’t compulsion- you felt complete control of your body and mind, and felt aware of your ability to tell him no. In fact, you knew in your heart that if you told him that you wanted to stop everything now, he would obey without a second thought, bid you goodnight, and walk right out that door.
But you definitely did not want that to happen.
That much was made clear by the pornographic moan that tumbled from your lips as Eddie’s claw drew a single, shallow gash down the center of your neck. His hand slotted under your jaw, applying enough pressure to hold off the blood flow above your neck for the fewest of seconds. Blood pooled in the cut, and Eddie admired his handiwork with hungry fascination.
“Gorgeous…” he muttered, leaning closer. Your heart was racing, undoubtedly causing the blood to rush even faster to your neck, and when you heard Eddie fucking inhale the scent of your blood like it was a perfectly aged Bordeaux? It started beating out a marathon.
The moment your scent hit his nostrils, you shivered as a guttural, primal rumbling rolled from Eddie’s chest. The growl grew into a moaning sigh as you felt his warmed wet lips envelop the base of the cut on your neck, and lick into the life that pooled there.
He sucked, pulling more into his mouth and you whimpered slightly from the sensation. As if to comfort you, his hands slid a little further down so that they cupped the vertebrae at the back of your neck, and it was strange how you could almost feel his touch getting warmer the more blood he took from you. He pulled your neck closer, hungry for all you had to give him.
For a moment you started to worry, fearing that you may have overestimated Eddie’s control over his bloodlust, but your worries were put to rest when he detached himself from his latch and licked up the minimal mess that he had made.
“Let’s get this off of you, Slayer.”
Eddie’s hands snuck underneath the hem of your shirt, causing you to shiver at the sensation of cold fingers on heated flesh. Before long, You were both stripped down to nothing and panting with need, a tangle of hands and lips and pulses as you melted into each other in the moonlight. He pushed you gently onto your back, climbing over you slowly and with purpose. You felt the hard length of his naked cock bounce against your thigh as he did, and the anticipation you began to feel between your legs was hot and wet, dripping from your lips as if it were salivating for him. You bucked up involuntarily, eliciting an amused chuckle from the vampire on top of you.
“Easy, baby,” Eddie cooed, “starting to think you only invited me in for one thing.”
“Oh blow it out your ass.” you rolled your eyes at him, “Don’t pretend you weren’t hoping for that one thing exactly.”
Eddie smiled, a twinkle in his eye launching your heartbeat into overdrive as he planted a quick peck to the cut on your neck and began to lower himself further south. “I may have had a hunch, yeah.” You watched with rapt attention as his face drew closer and closer to where you wanted him most, the echo of your dream still potent in your memory. What similar talents might the Eddie from your imagination have shared with the Eddie that currently studied your glistening pussy as if it were a delicacy to devour?
In your heart of hearts, you knew that every move you’d made tonight since Eddie walked through that door was absolutely insane. Masochistic, even. But your own idiocy was no match for the ecstasy that hit you when Eddie’s dextrous tongue dove into your folds, twisting and lapping up the essence that he craved in ways that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your arching form.
You moaned, writhing under his touch as his tongue glided over the dripping lips of your core, savoring the flavors of your arousal and the way they paired with the taste of your blood that still lingered in his senses.
“Taste so fucking good, sweetheart, goddamn.” Eddie’s voice was muffled, wet and hot in the way he spoke it into you and moved his lips along your pussy to speak the words. The sensation coupled with the commentary all but broke you, and you mewled a bewildered thank you as he continued his ministrations.
A sharp sting jolted you, ripping your eyelids open- you didn’t even remember closing your eyes- and it took a second to realize that Eddie had used his sharpened nails to create another gash at your inner thigh. It stung, but only slightly, so you assumed the cut must not be too deep.
“Sorry, sweetheart, did that hurt?” Eddie’s voice was soft and sympathetic as his fingers toyed with the small wound, gently pinching and pressing to undoubtedly coax more blood for him to enjoy.
“Little bit,” you whispered, and the voice that came out of your mouth was so high-pitched and airy that you hardly recognized it. “-but it’s not bad. It’s not too deep, right?”
“Nah, barely even a scratch.” Eddie assured you. “Besides, I’ll close it in a second anyway.”
Your head popped off the pillow. “You can do that?”
“Check your neck, sweetheart.”
You brought a hand to the place where Eddie’s cut had been, but were amazed to find that the cut was completely gone. You felt nothing but smooth, unscathed skin in its wake. Bemused, you checked the cut at your wrist and found it had healed as well.
“How did you do that?”
Eddie shrugged, the pads of his fingers beginning to draw idle shapes over your clit, mixing your blood with the wetness of your cunt. “Apparently, all I have to do is lick a scratch and it heals itself within minutes.” You jolted when you felt his lips close around your clit and suck, whining at the suction as he drew the mixture of your flavors into his mouth and hummed in satisfaction.
“Now if you don’t mind,” he murmured, “I was in the middle of something down here.”
You barely had time to nod before he was diving back between your legs, lapping up your essence with an urgency that lay somewhere between passionate purpose and reckless abandon. He alternated, going back and forth between the bloodied gash on your thigh and the shimmering lips of your dripping cunt.
“Oh my god,” you whimpered, arching into the mattress as he moaned into you at the intensity of your taste. “More, please… I need… inside-”
In a blur of movement, Eddie’s face was level with yours, and you were staring directly into his lust-blown eyes as his cock nudged its head between your folds. Eddie shuddered at the feeling, closing his eyes as ecstasy overtook him and he slowly sheathed himself completely into you.
“Hoooooly shit, sweetheart-” Eddie gritted out through clenched teeth. His arm reached behind your shoulders, pulling you flush against him and bringing his mouth to hover mere inches from your ear. “Fucking made for me, so fucking tight.”
When Eddie began to move, your hips bucked to meet him instinctively. In your current position, Eddie had you caged in and wrapped in his arms, held in place as he thrusted into you and grunted sweet, filthy nothings into your ear.
“Feel so good squeezing my cock, baby.”
“Wrap your legs around me, don’t let me leave.”
“God, you smell so fucking good, can still taste you on my lips.”
“Such a good little vampire slayer. Take it all, sweet thing.”
You were getting closer with every word; each whispered praise in your ear made you tighten more and more, but you weren’t quite there yet. As if he could read your mind, Eddie’s hand snaked down between your naked bodies until his middle finger came to rest on your throbbing clit. Careful to keep his claws from scratching the sensitive area, the soft pad of his finger slipped small circles over the wanting bud.
You mewled, eyes rolling back at the combined sensations. The stimulation was overtaking every sense, numbing you to everything but the climb of your orgasm that awaited you on the other side of the peak you were climbing.
“You know what’s crazy, Slayer?”
Eddie’s voice was husky in your ear, and you’d barely registered what he’d said before he continued.
“I didn’t even need the power to control your mind. Didn’t need to make you want me like this, you did that all yourself.”
You struggled to comprehend what he was getting at, but a particularly forceful thrust caused a sharp moan to leap from your lips. Eddie laughed, and it was somehow both musical and malicious all at once.
“Dreams are funny things… I showed up just to see what would happen, thinking ‘hey, there’s no way in hell she’d have me, right? But maybe in my dreams’...” Eddie chuckled ruefully, shifting slightly to angle his cock further into you and moaning at the way you gripped him tighter when your leg was tilted just so.
Your eyebrows knit together, confused. What did he mean he showed up? As in, showed up in your dream? Your mind was reeling, spinning in the midst of the jumbled logic of his words and the mounting pleasure his cock was driving into you.
“But it wasn’t even in my dreams that you wanted me, it was yours… in your dream you gave in to me so easily, practically begged me to tell you what to do…”
What? What was he… was Eddie saying what you thought he was saying? You squirmed, trying to lift him so you could look him in the eyes, but he held you in place- immobile and at his mercy. Your eyes widened as you stared up at the skylight in your ceiling. The moon was full tonight, and it stared down at you unwaveringly as Eddie continued to thrust into you and hit that spongy spot within your cunt over and over and over.
“The compulsion was a great touch, I hadn’t even thought of that until your delicious little brain took a turn for the kinky.” You could hear the smile on his panted words. “One dream told me all I needed to know… you wanted me just as bad, Slayer. Wanted- needed- permission to just let go and admit you wanted the bloodsucker’s cock, didn’t you?”
“Y-you….ah! Oh, fuck!”
You tried to respond, tried to tell him you needed a second to process what he was telling you, but before you could get more than a word out his finger began to work your clit at a pace so rapid, only a demon like him was capable. If you didn’t know better, you would think he’d pulled out a vibrator. That was how fast he was able to rip your orgasm from its precipice and make you spasm out of control around his cock.
“Shit!” You clenched at the sinful sound of Eddie’s voice in your ear as he unraveled inside of you. “Holy- I’m cumming, baby, fuck-” He continued to thrust into you as he rode out his orgasm, murmuring into your neck, “...mine. Fucking mine…”
Your eyes stared unblinking at the moon as you clenched around Eddie’s throbbing dick, mind beginning to flood with post-sex clarity as soon as your orgasm began to calm. Your chest felt like it was clawing at your heart, trying desperately to rip out the offending organ for overtaking the control that your brain was supposed to have had this entire time. Your instincts had tried- god, they’d fucking tried- to tell you not to trust the demon inside you, and yet here you were. Pinned to your own bed with his seed dripping from the most intimate parts of you, and you’d fucking invited him in.
How much of your attraction to him had been you, and how much had been him? You’d asked him so many questions this very night about his powers, what he was capable of- and he’d glossed over a very important piece of information by omitting the fact that he could make appearances in your fucking dreams.
Before you could even voice even one of the questions that swirled around in your head, Eddie’s eyes were hovering over yours, the moonlight dancing in a ghostly halo along his silhouette.
“Listen to me, Slayer.”
His eyes were pitch black, and you found yourself missing the brilliant ruby red they’d shone in your dream. Maybe that’s all tonight was? Just a horrible dream, and the one person you’d considered a friend in this godforsaken town was still someone you could trust.
“I’m going to get you cleaned up, you’re going to get under these covers, and then you’re going to go to sleep.” You heard him take a breath; felt his shaking exhale on your face. “When you wake up in the morning, you’ll forget everything that happened since I walked through that door.”
You blinked, listening intently. Obediently.
“I walked you home, said goodnight at the door, and left. Then you went inside, locked your door, and went to bed. Repeat it back to me.”
“You walked me home, said goodnight at the door, and left.” Your lips moved seamlessly of their own accord, parroting his own story back to him as you stared into those bottomless black eyes. “Then I went inside, locked the door, and went to bed.”
Eddie stared at you a moment, and there was something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite read. It suddenly dawned on you that his eyes weren’t normally black or red. They were brown. You missed how pretty those brown eyes were. They were sweet; honest. Trustworthy eyes.
Finally moving after a few seconds of watching you intently, searching your face for something he evidently couldn’t find, he leaned forward and tenderly kissed your forehead.
“Good.” he whispered, low and tired. “That’s good, sweetheart.”
The night played out exactly as Eddie said it would. He cleaned you up, taking the time to make sure he’d kissed every nick he’d made in your skin until there wasn’t a wound in sight. He watched silently as you cleaned your face, donned a soft shirt so large it reached mid-thigh, and slid under your covers. Eddie kissed you softly before wordlessly locking your doorknob from the inside and exited your apartment. You heard him double check the lock and leave once he was satisfied with your safety.
Then you fell asleep.
Eddie had only dreamwalked a few times before he’d realized that his newfound vampirism gave him the power to manipulate the dreams that he’d recently gained the ability to stumble into.
It had started when he’d heard Wayne sleeping restlessly in the living room of their trailer, tossing and turning on the couch with his forehead pinched with worry. Eddie had wanted so badly to ease his pain, and before he knew it he was watching his uncle’s nightmare playing out around him like he’d stepped onto the set of a film. He’d seen his own gravestone, seen Wayne tearing at the dirt until his fingers bled, and wanted nothing more than to alleviate his uncle’s pain- that yearning on his part had evidently been enough to cause the scene to shift in his favor. The grave had sunken into the ground, the sky changed from stormy gray to sunny blue, and the bed of dirt had become a gingham blanket, upon which sat a significantly happier Wayne and a sticky-fingered Eddie at age four holding a PB&J that was oozing out the sides.
It was at this moment that Eddie had started thinking that maybe these powers he’d gained might not be all bad.
He hadn’t realized he had the ability to manipulate memories until the first time Gareth had lost control and killed that girl from U.S. History.
She’d asked Gareth to meet her behind the bleachers after school, and Eddie had told him not to go, told him not to risk it, but Gareth was so fucking stubborn. The girl was cute, and the idiot had thought he could handle it. By the time Eddie had realized Gareth had ignored his warnings, it was too late.
Eddie had been so close to cleaning everything up seamlessly, and then some cheerleader had to go and stumble upon Gareth, Eddie, and the bloodless corpse of that poor girl. Eddie’s instincts had taken over, and before he knew it he’d grabbed the cheerleader by the shoulders and used every ounce of willpower he could muster to convince her that she hadn’t seen them at all, and in fact what she had actually seen was U.S. History girl walking into the woods behind the school.
It had been a desperate, kneejerk reaction, and Eddie had had next to no confidence it would work, but the next day he’d been amazed to hear that exact story being repeated through the rumor mill word for word. It gave Eddie and Gareth the cover they’d needed to take the girl’s body to the Upside Down and hide it where no one would think to look.
His abilities were handy tricks to have, sure… but it scared him. Eddie didn’t like that every new power he discovered within himself gave him a new way to get away with something awful. Eddie didn’t trust himself enough for that knowledge to sit well with him.
Now, he sat in the cafeteria at his usual table with Gareth, eyes sweeping the room for your face. He hadn’t seen you in the halls yet today, and even though he had every reason to be confident that you wouldn’t remember last night, he’d never tried to erase memories from a Slayer before. Maybe you had some sort of mental defenses against him? Maybe you were already waiting at his trailer, stake in hand? The unknown of it all was stressing Eddie out.
That’s what he was feeling- stress. Not guilt. Eddie had hardened his undead heart enough that he didn’t feel guilty for things like this anymore. If he had been completely honest about his powers at Benny’s, there’s no way you would have trusted him after that. After being an active player in your wet dream without your consent? He didn't know many people who wouldn’t hate his guts after that- hell, he hated his own guts after that. He was a horny creep who’d violated you in more ways than one, and there was no way anyone could forgive him for that. Why should you?
He could have been honest about his memory manipulating abilities, but the idea of giving that secret away had simply scared him too much. It was easier to keep that in his back pocket, and wasn’t that what you always had against him, after all? A wooden stake, always ready and waiting as a last resort. A failsafe.
No. Eddie didn’t feel guilty. For the sake of his own self-preservation, he couldn’t.
As if on cue, Eddie perked up when he saw you enter the cafeteria. Act casual, he reminded himself. He couldn’t act like anything was out of the ordinary, but at the same time he needed to be sure you remembered nothing. Then he could move on, not feel as… stressed.
He watched you discreetly, looking up from his crumpled bag of pretzels every twenty seconds or so to check if you were looking at him. You sat at your normal table on the opposite side of the room, pulling a sandwich from your bag and quietly began to eat your lunch. You didn’t seem to be the least bit concerned with where Eddie was, much less whether or not he was looking at you.
Suddenly, as if you could feel his gaze on you, your eyes flicked up and locked with his. For a split second, Eddie’s confidence in his powers faltered- maybe his powers were useless against you; maybe you remembered last night in all its shameful glory. The jig is up, he thought, I’m caught. Let justice be served.
But all you did was smile at him and give a little wave before turning back to your sandwich.
Eddie felt a nudge at his elbow from Gareth. “You good, man?” the floppy haired boy glanced in your direction, raising an eyebrow in question.
You didn’t remember. Eddie should be relieved… he’d successfully befriended, seduced, and fooled The Slayer. This was a good thing.
“Yeah,” he huffed, reassuring Gareth with a curt nod. “I’m good.”
Good. Such a relative term. So many definitions for the word good, and yet not a single one would make ‘I’m good’ anything but a lie when it came from Eddie’s mouth.
He ran his tongue over one of his sharpened canines, pressing it into the tip hard enough to break skin. The taste of your blood that still lingered in his veins flooded his mouth for a split second before the puncture healed itself, and he closed his eyes to savor you for a moment.
No; Eddie Munson wasn’t good. He hadn’t been good for a very long time.
Taglist (just some people I think will be interested, as well as those who I've spoken to about this story during the MONTHS it took to finally finish): @the-unforgivenn, @vintagehellfire, @munson-blurbs, @littlesubbyflower, @msgexymunson, @hellfire--cult, @word-wytch, @carolmunson, @bettyfrommars
Authors Notes: EEEEEE my first series after my hiatus! I'm severely shadowbanned as of typing this, which I'm hopefully getting sorted out, and that means my posts aren't showing up in the tags. If you're reading this and it's not fixed, you've performed a miracle and somehow managed to find this anyways, so thank you and I hope you enjoy this shortish introduction to the series.
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Relationship: Alastor x AFAB!Gender!Neutral Reader
Content: 3k words (reminder, I'm awful at using tenses correctly in writing, so if you see a mistake, no you didn't-)
Summary: Some things just aren't meant to be, and for you that means your entire life. After years of suffering on earth, you decide to finally make a change. A drastic one at that that involves demon summoning, rituals, and sacrifices you weren't fully prepared for. You knew life was about to change, but you had no idea just how much.
Warnings: [Spoiler warning for the series] Swearing, Satanic Rituals, Self Harm, Canon Typical Violence, Gore. Let me know if I need to add anything else.
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Life for you was its own special brand of hell.
Wake up, eat (if you could afford food that week), go to work, come home, shower, do more work from your laptop, eat (again, depending on funds), repeat.
You had little to no time for yourself due to your heavy work load. When you got the job as a data/financial analyst you thought it'd be easy, light work, but you couldn't have been more wrong. Your boss was constantly on your ass about doing more and more. It seemed like every time you breathed, another spread sheet report was thrown onto your work load. You also never seemed to be able to do a good enough job with said reports to avoid a lecture from your team leader. So not only were you overworked, you were forced to rewrite many assignments on your own time after work.
It was one of those late night work from home sessions where you finally broke. Your hands hovered over your keyboard as your mind blanked, staring at the numbers on your screen. What were you doing with your life? You couldn't remember the last time you had fun, or smiled, or enjoyed being alive at all. Before you graduated and moved into adulthood, you had so many hobbies, interests, so many things in your life that brought you joy. Music, art, books, a plethora of activities that made your life fulfilling. But now, you barely even got out of your desk chair be in at work or in your own home.
Fuck. This. Shit.
Standing from your chair, you slammed your laptop closed and took a deep breath. Looking at the clock, you realized you had worked well into the morning. It was currently 05:23 in the morning and you couldn't have been more exhausted. You made up your mind that no matter what, you were going to do something for yourself for once. Opening your phone, you shot a quick text to your manager saying you were ill and taking the day off before powering off your phone entirely. With a quick look around your dingy apartment, your eyes landed on your sad excuse of a book shelf. A couple college text books and a few fantasy novels from your childhood sat there.
"Maybe I should check out the bookstore down the street," you muttered to yourself as you remembered the store front you walked passed everyday on your way to your job.
You grabbed your keys and wallet, throwing on a light jacket before you left your apartment, locking the door behind you. The air outside your building was crisp, but not uncomfortably cold. The soothing temperature made the walk to the book store refreshing and you found yourself, for the first time in a long time, just enjoying the atmosphere. Quite the change from the stuffy feeling of your office cubicle.
The outside of the bookstore was nothing to write home about. A brick store front with floor to ceiling windows and an inset front door. The name of the business hung above the door, 'Ifs & Buts Book Nook', cute. The bell above the door chimed as you entered and a frail looking librarian greeted you.
"Welcome to Ifs and Buts, deary. Do you need help finding anything?" She asked, a kind smile on her aging face.
"I'm just browsing, but thank you," you replied, heading further into the book store.
"Ok, deary," the elderly lady hummed as you scanned the fantasy section shelves, "we have many interesting topics you won't find in many other stores."
"Really?" You questioned as you peeked around the shelves to meet her eyes, your curiosity officially peaked.
"Why, yes!" She chirped, leaving her desk to hobble over to you, "Do you have any particular interests?"
"Um, fantasy or otherworldly type works," you said as she smiled at you. She gestured for you to follow her as she lead you deeper into the store. As you passed shelves, you noticed the books started to look older and more worn the further you went. Many had intricate spines with no labels that looked like they were pulled straight out of historical archives. Eventually, the librarian stopped at a short bookshelf in the back with only about 20 books sitting in it. While the shelves were clean, looking at them made you feel as though you could blow the dust off them, that's how old they looked.
"I believe you'll find something to aid you here," the librarian said as she stepped back to let you browse. Aid you? Strange, but you got the feeling that this elderly woman was a little peculiar herself.
"Alright, thank you," you said as you approached the shelf. The woman nodded before shuffling off and leaving you to your own devices. As you scanned the books in front of you, one in particular stood out to you. It was a rather thin book with a deep read spine. Taking it from the shelf, the material felt expensive, some kind of thick leather that held up well considering the age it appeared to be. The book had no title, only a complex threading that weaved itself around the spine and the edges of the cover. As you opened to the first page, there was still no writing. Confused, you continued to flip the pages, but found no writing at all. Was this just a journal? Why was it here if it wasn't actually a book? You decided to ask the librarian about and headed back towards the front.
"Did you find something of interest, deary?" She asked as you approached.
"Not exactly," you started, showing her the blank pages, "was this supposed to be back there?" her eyes widened slightly before a grin spread across her aged lips.
"Ah yes, that one suits you well," she hummed, taking it from you and beginning to wrap it for you, "I insist you take this one home with you." You were thoroughly confused. You hadn't come for a journal, but the old woman's insistence intrigued you so you let her wrap it and place it in a bag for you.
"How much do I owe you?" You asked, reaching for your wallet.
"Oh, nothing at all deary," she said, her grin spreading as she handed you the bag, "I simply ask that you put this book to good use."
"Well...if you're certain," you said, taking the bag. The book felt heavy in your hands, an ominous feeling lingered in the back of your mind as you turned to leave.
"Be careful, deary," the librarian called after you as you opened the door to leave, "things aren't always as they seem." What a strange woman.
As you walked back to your apartment, you pulled the book from the bag, unwrapping it and throwing the paper and bag into a public trash can. You ran your hands along the cover, studying it closely. As you peered closer, you noticed faint writing on the front that hadn't been there before. You were certain it wasn't there before, but chalked it up to perhaps the lighting within the book store. Looking carefully, you saw that the front cover now read- 'A. A.' Huh, maybe those were the initials of the books previous owner. The font was elegant, looking hand written and old, from another era.
You unlocked the door as you reached your apartment, locking it again behind you before collapsing on your couch. Holding the book out in front of you, you decided to make good use out of your newly acquired item seeing as you had all day to yourself. You made your way towards you desk, grabbing a pencil from the drawer and sitting down. As you flipped to the first page, readying your pencil for some journaling, you noticed the same thing that had happened with the cover happened on the first page on the book. Very faint writing that wasn't there before had appeared. Long, structured cursive weaved across the page just barely visible and you strained to make out the words. The words themselves seemed fuzzy as if it was too far away, almost grainy, staticky.
'To whom it may concern,
If you are reading this now, consider yourself among to few lucky enough to be graced with the knowledge provided in this piece of work.
While I may be long gone from your plane of existence, I doubt you will find it very challenging to make contact with me after my untimely demise.
If you are willed enough to be reading my words, then you should be willed enough to complete the tasks it will take to reach me once again.
"Why would I wish to reach you?" You may be asking yourself now, but I assure you I am a man of many talents and you will most certainly wish for my assistance.
Only the needy and desperate can partake in this novel. Is your life not everything you wished for it to be? Has life cursed you with unrequited suffering? If you answered yes to any of those questions, then my dear, I do believe we can make a deal.
Within this journal are the instructions to summon me to you lively dimension and I do so hope you'll take time in memorizing each step. We wouldn't want you to make any fatal mistakes now would we? Read carefully and follow each step exactly, making no altercations. I am a very detailed man and will accept nothing but perfection should you set about this task.
Now, follow along closely and prepare yourself for this somewhat daunting task. Best of luck to you, mortal.
Sincerely, Alastor.'
What in the fresh hell was this supposed to mean? What kind of psycho kept this journal before you? Or was this supposed to be a story? However, the way it was written had you believing that it was addressed to whoever was reading it, right now that obviously being you. You re-read the words in front of you what felt like hundreds of times attempting to understand what the author was trying to say.
After awhile of contemplation you came to the conclusion that A) The author was simply insane, or B) The author was trying to say that he had died and this book held the key to summoning him back to the living world. For whatever reason, you still weren't sure. He wrote something about a deal. Like a deal with the devil? Looking back down at the book, you carefully turned the page.
With wide eyes you watched as the blank page slowly filled with more writing, symbols, and drawings of what looked to be a ritualistic guide. You kept flipping the pages and the same bizarre phenomenon occurred. Each page filled with more documentation of a specific summoning process, ingredients you would need, directions on how to create the perfection summoning environment and more.
This was insane, you were officially going insane. Clearly your overworked brain was making you hallucinate. That old librarian lady had gotten into your head with her strange behavior and now you were imaging a magic book used to summon a demon...right? How else had the words and pictures materialized onto the paper right in front of your eyes?
It took you a whole 30 seconds to make up your mind. Supernatural, freak-deaky, magic shit? Sign you the fuck up. Your life was a shit show already, so you weren't worried about fucking that up any further. If anything, you were excited about the prospect of potentially changing your miserable existence with a deal. A quick google search of where to buy venison later, you started to gather your ingredients.
-6 Pounds of Venison, high-quality or better yet hunt the animal yourself. (Yeah, not gonna happen. Your local butcher shop would have to do.)
-4 Red Wax Candles. (A quick trip to Walmart could solve this one for you.)
-Witch's Salt, better known as black salt. (You had no trouble making your own with your own incense.)
-Chalk. (Again, Walmart.)
-A Radio, the older the better. (The antique shop just down the road had exactly what you were looking for, easy.)
-Blood, just a smidge straight from your own source, preferably the wrist. (Yikes, well at least this one didn't hurt your bank account, unlike the deer meat.)
After you double checked the list and were certain you had everything you needed, you moved onto the instructions. The author wasn't wrong when he called himself detailed, the book contained a precise outline of the entire ritual. From specifically where to preform it and the exact time to start building the summoning circle and the time when to start to actual summoning process. Thanks to years of listening word for word to your boss' shouts and scoldings of 'do this, do that, do it better', you were practically a pro ay being told what to do. I hindsight, kind of a bummer. Nonetheless, you began the process at the exact stroke of midnight.
Having moved the sofa from the exact center of your apartment prior to the start time, you quickly shut of the lights and began. The moon shining through your apartment window gave you an adequate amount of light to see what you were doing.
Step one, the chalk. You used it to draw the design expertly drawn up in the book. While you didn't recognize the symbol, you were pretty sure it was some sort of Voudou that you were wholly unfamiliar with. Nonetheless, you carefully copied the symbol onto the hardwood of your apartment floor.
Step two, the witch's salt. Steadying your hands, you spilled the salt in a careful circle around the entirety of the previously drawn symbol. As you connected the circle, a chill ran up your spine and the distinct feeling of being watched lingered in the back of your mind as you moved on with the steps.
Step three, the candles. You carefully placed one of each of the four furthest points on the chalked up design. Following the book word for word, you lit each individually before placing them within the circle. As each candles flame was lit, the fire seemed to suck the excess light from the room. It was unnerving to say the least, but you pressed forwards.
Step four, the deer meat. This one was simple, place the raw venison directly in the center of the circle to which you did so.
The final steps were where you started to doubt yourself. You weren't the biggest fan of pain, so the idea of cutting open your wrist for something that may or may not be just a hoax made you uneasy. With a deep breath you stepped inside the circle, pocket knife at the ready. As the cold metal touched the hot skin of your wrist, you almost stopped right then and there, but you watched the clock strike 3am and forced yourself to make the incision. The second you sliced open the delicate flesh you dropped the knife outside to the circle and hastily grabbed the radio. Turning the dial, static emitting from the device, you quickly settled on the specific station, 66.6. A little on the nose, but who were you to judge? With yet another deep breath, you listened to the static as you lifted your arm, letting the blood from the wound on your wrist drip down onto the venison beneath you.
For a second, nothing happened and you felt your soul being crushed with disappointment. Did you really do all this for nothing?
But suddenly, the flame of each candle- one by one- grew, lighting up the room in its entirety and it took everything in you to stay put and not bolt from the room. Slowly, an old jazz tune began to emit from the radio in your hands.
"We're all alone, no chaperone,
Can't get our number,
The world's in slumber,
Let's misbehave."
While you had never heard the song before, something about the singing felt slightly off, like the one singing it now wasn't the original artist. Someone was singing the song to you.
"Well, now isn't this exciting," a voice crackled from the radio right before the candles abruptly extinguished. You were plummeted into darkness and you felt yourself begin to shake.
"H-hello?" You squeaked out, causing the radio to cackle with delight. Slowly the voice moved from the radio and materialized in front of you. You struggled to see in the darkness when slowly, an earie red glow illuminated the being standing in front of you. The thing's smile was wicked, sharp, and twisted. The glowing red cast shadows all around you, making it seem as if the demon continued to grow in size. With demonic antlers and piercing eyes, the being in front of you carefully tilted his head. His ears? Hair? You weren't sure, whatever it was fell in front of his face as he carefully bent down towards you.
"Why, hello there, my dear," his voice rang out, swimming in static and malicious intent, "my name is Alastor. What may I do for you, sweet mortal?"
You balked at him, wholly overwhelmed by the sheer evil radiating from his very core. Your silence made him chuckle as he leaned ever closer, hot breath fanning across your face. It smelt of pennies and flesh, making you dizzy. You felt faint.
"I know," he chirped, pulling back from you suddenly to stand out straight. His smile grew impossibly wider as he stuck out his hand towards you,
"Lets make a deal."
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Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Stay tuned for part two. <3
Authors Notes: I LOVE this man. I'm well aware that he is canonically AroAce, but sexuality is a spectrum and I will write him as such. If you don't like it, please feel free to skip this fanfic. Also, apologies that this fic took me so long to write, I've been dealing with many many irl issues. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. Thank you! (PS: I'm aware that real life rabbits don't go through heat in the typical sense, but it's for the plot ok? ok.)
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Relationship: Alastor x AFAB!Gender!Neutral Reader
Content: 4.5k words (reminder, I'm awful at using tenses correctly in writing, so if you see a mistake, no you didn't-)
Summary: Poor reader rabbit seems to find themselves in the unlucky situation that is their first heat in hell and depending on how you view the situation, a very unlucky match has been made in remedying the situation.
Warnings: [Spoiler warning for the series] Swearing, Mentions of Suicide and Death, NSFW, Dom/Sub, Masochism/Sadism, Predator/Prey, Blood Kink, Dumbification, Heat. Let me know if I need to add anything else.
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You had to admit, killing yourself probably wasn't the smartest decision seeing as how you led a pretty sin free life prior to dying. From the looks of it, that was the only thing that seemed to land you where you were now. In Hell. Surrounded by sinners far worse than anything you could even conjure up in your imagination. Seeing how you were barely scraping by with your life on the streets of the pride ring, when you saw the add for this so called "Hazbin Hotel" you jumped at the opportunity for a safe place to live away from the creeps and crawlies that attempted to snuff you out on a daily basis.
That's where you were now, standing in front of the imposing doors to the establishment. Your rabbit ears twitched, searching for signs of life as you peered up at the entrance. Hell had a funny way of fucking you over, not only were you barely a sinner by Hell's standards, afterlife also decided you needed to play the part as prey by making your demonic form that of a small, innocent rabbit. Ha Ha, a rabbit that committed suicide? Hilarious.
Reaching a hand towards the door, you gave a hesitant knock. Barely a second of silence passed before the doors swung open and you were greeting with the overly joyous smile of none other than the princess of Hell Herself. Charlie Morningstar.
"Hello! Hi! I'm Charlie! It's so good to meet you! Are you here to check in? Oh pleeeeease tell me you're checking in," the princess practically screeched at you, causing your ears to lay back flat and for you to take a tentative step away from the bubbly woman.
"Umm....yes?" You hesitantly replied before an equally aggressive woman- for an entirely different reason- popped up beside Charlie, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her back slightly.
"Down girl, you gotta let her breathe," she said before turning to look at you, "hello, I'm Vaggie and as you probably already know, this is Charlie. What's your business here? And your name?"
You gave her your name before stating your reason, "I guess I'm...checking in? Is that what I'm supposed to say?" Your words made the princess practically vibrate with excitement as she bounced up and down, clapping with joy.
"Ohhh yaaaay!" The princess cheered before grabbing your hand and pulling your through the doors, almost making you fall, but you stumbled and caught yourself as you let her drag you along.
"Easy Charlie," Vaggie said following after the two of you as Charlie pulled your into the center of the door. Taking a look around you saw a check in area, a seating area, and a bar. Manning the bar was a feline sinner who looked life he'd rather be anywhere else and sitting at the bar was a spider whom you recognized solely from seeming has face, or rather, body on every television in the entire ring, Angel Dust. You also caught a glimpse of a smaller sinner with a duster darting to-and-fro around the interior of the hotel.
"Let me introduce you to the other residents here at the hotel!" Charlie chipped as she pulled you along towards the bar. "This here is Husk, our lovely bartender!" She said with a wave towards the cat sinner. He regarded you with a glance and a stern nod of his head. "And this is Angel Dust...currently our only other guest." She gave him a wave as well, but you picked up on the slightly melancholy tone to her voice. Angel Dust lifted his hand in greeting as he downed whatever drink was currently in his glass.
"You...only have one other sinner staying here?" You questioned as you met the porn star's gaze.
"Well," Charlie started, her excitable demeanor drooping slightly, "we had another guest here, but he is sadly...no longer with us." She glanced up at a portrait of a rather unimposing snake sinner that hung proudly on the wall. From her demeanor you could assume that he had passed. "We lost him in the most recent extermination." You had heard about the fight on the news, they has beat the angelic invasion, even supposedly killing Adam himself in the process.
"Oh...I'm sorry for your loss," you muttered as each sinner seemed to have a downcast look upon their faces. Yikes, talk about tense. Charlie shook her head and perked up as Vaggie reached out a comforting hand that was placed on the princess's shoulder.
"I appreciate your condolences, but that's not why you're here," she said pulling both of your hands into hers, "you're serious about staying?" You gave her a sheepish nod, leaning about from her blinding smile. "Fantastic! Don't worry about all the checking in nonsense, let me show you to your room! You must be exhausted from traveling all the way here."
The other sinners gave you a wave as Charlie dragged you up the stairs. As you ascended, you took a second to take in the days events. In the matter of minutes, you went from living on the streets with no real hope of survival, to being accepted by a ragtag group of sinners and one of the most powerful beings you had ever personally come across. No one seemed exceptionally against your staying here which was quite a surprise. Not a single other person had ever show you a crumb of kindness since you died, so the startling contrast was giving you a headache.
As you approached one of the many doors in the long hallway you were in, Charlie stopped and turned to you with a smile.
"This will be your room, it's nothing fancy, but hopefully it'll be a little better than wherever you're coming from," she said, a look of comfort in her eyes, "I'll let you go and get settled in. If you need anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask. We're all so happy to have you here!" With that she let go of your hands and walked away, waving to you as she departed. Finally able to breathe, you took a deep breath and entered your room, ready to collapse on the bed and get some much needed beauty sleep.
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You awoke the next day to the sound of heated voices far outside your room. While they didn't seem angry, the shouting and hubbub was enough to pull you from the best sleep you've gotten since arriving in hell. With a yawn and a stretch you climbed your way out of bed, pulling on a new pair of clothes that you had found inside the closet in your room. How in Hell they were size, you'd never know, but you couldn't care less. New clothes meant you didn't need to wear the worn and torn rags you had previously called your own. Taking a breath of encouragement, you headed out and down the stairs to see what all the commotion was about.
As you descended the stairs, you noticed everyone you had met the day before along with some new faces. The small lady sinner you caught a glimpse of yesterday, along with a tall, red, deer sinner that took you a minute to recognize. The blood in your veins seemed to freeze as the realization that The Radio Demon was standing a few feet from your dawned in your mind. You had heard that he was staying here, but didn't think you'd ever cross paths. The rumors about him alone were enough for you to pray you'd never interact with him during your time in Hell, but it seems at though you were sorely mistaken. Upon your entrance, the voices died down as many heads turned to look at you.
"Umm...good morning?" You forced out, anxiety filling you as your ears pinned themselves flat against your head.
"Oh! Good morning," Charlie chipped with your name attached to the greeting, "Alastor, this is the new guest I was telling you about, aren't they just the cutest?" The Radio Demon's attention was hard focused on you, making you shrink back into yourself.
"Hm, my, I do say they are quite the charming sinner," his voice practically shot through your as static clung to his words. His footsteps seemed to echo through your skull as he approached you. You had no choice but to allow him to take your hand, placing a formal kiss onto the back of it. "A pleasure to meet you my dear, my name is Alastor, and you are?"
Your name left your lips in a stutter, your hand shaking in his.
A deep chuckle escaped him as he responded, "charmed, I'm sure."
That was the first, but definitely not the last interaction you'd have with the menacing Overlord.
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Days passed quickly for you as you settled into the hotel. Eventually you met Nifty as she forced your from your room to clean, much to your hesitation. You didn't like people in the places you deemed as safe areas, but who were you to stop her from doing your job?
You quickly allied yourself with Angel Dust, he was unique for sure, but you found yourself warming up to him quickly. His lewd jokes flushed your cheeks, but you easily relaxed and joined in on laughing along as he teased Husk, much to the cat sinners disappointment. Life in the hotel was easy, you practically had to do nothing other than weekly group therapy which wasn't nearly as bad as the others made it out to be.
The only thing that made your stay there a little difficult was Alastor. He seemed to find your anxious demeanor rather amusing and made it his personal duty to ruffle your feathers. Frequently, he would sneak up behind you to lean over your shoulder before speaking, causing you to practically jump out of your skin on numerous occasions. While you didn't enjoy this treatment, you did find yourself laughing along to his old timey jokes which seemed to please him to no end. While the others, mostly Husk, preferred to avoid his presence at all costs, you found yourself sitting down with him for breakfast quite frequently. He had so many stories to tell that kept your rapt attention. He was so interesting, so different from your initial impression of him. While, yes, he was extremely terrifying and made the hair of your neck stand up more often than you'd like to admit, you found yourself seeking his company more and more each day.
To you, he was charming. A well traveled, curious individual who seemed to never run out of things to say or talk about. More so than any of the others, he brought you out of your shell, helping you engage in small talk and conversation. He made it easy for you to fit into topics of discussion and voice your thoughts and opinions with the others. This was probably due to you vowing never to get on his bad side, regardless of that though, there were some times you still felt uneasy around him, but who wouldn't? Everyone knew of the immense about of lives he took and souls he claimed, Overlords and sinners alike. You often felt his sharp gaze on you, seemingly digging into the depths of your soul, trying to pick you apart from the inside out. No matter how much you enjoyed his company, some things never seemed to leave the back of your mind.
His dangerous atmosphere gave way to nightmares that left you tired in the mornings several days out of the week. The only place you could wholly and truly relax was your room and seeing how the nights gave way to your deepest fears, you took to sleeping less and hiding away to escape more. There also seemed to be something off with your person as a whole. Your body seemed on edge, antsy in a way that you couldn't blame on Alastor. You felt hot throughout the day, you skin tingling and feeling just...not quite right. This feeling of wrongness lead to even more days spent couped up in your room. It was one of these times that you'd have your next interaction with the radio demon.
As you lay on your bed, relaxing with you a book in your hands, a quick knock sounded against your door.
"Just a sec!" You called out as your marked your spot in the book and placed it on the night stand. Standing, you made your way to the door and opened it, revealing none other than The Radio Demon himself.
"Why hello, my dear!" He sang, his signature smile of course never leaving his face, "May I come in?" You considered rejecting him due to the spike in your body temperature, maybe you had a fever, but you still feared saying no to the Overlord. Reluctantly, you stepped back and allowed him entrance to your room. "Thank you, I feared you'd say no since you haven't come out in quite some time. Is everything alright, my dear? The princess has asked me to check in on you, she says she's heard quite the commotion coming from your room at night recently."
"Ah, it's nothing really," you muttered, taking a seat on the edge of your bed, "just...haven't been sleeping the best." As Alastor took a seat across from your at your desk, turning the chair to face you, a certain indescribable feeling settled over the room. Was is always so hot in here? "Um, you can tell Charlie not to worry. I don't mean to be a bother." Alastor's head tilted to the side as his ears twitched. His eyes narrowed at you.
"Are you sure, darling? You seem to be...unwell, flushed, are you ill?" He asked, eyes seeming to drill into you, scrutinizing.
"No, no, I'm fine really," you said, shaking your head, "I've just been feeling a little of recently. Really, I'm ok."
"Come now, my dear, at least let me feel for your temperature," he said standing again and moving towards you. You said nothing as he towered over you, leaning forwards and placing the back of his hand against your forehead. As his touch made contact with your skin, electricity shot through you, warming you to your core as you chocked on your own breath. The sound made his eyes snap to yours as your face heated immensely. "You're rather warm, it seems as though you are ill, perhaps you should-" he was cut off as you started to pant, your skin suddenly way too hot and a new wave of heat blossomed in your core. What the fuck? Maybe you were sick.
"I...yeah, I think so," you squeaked out as you unconsciously clamped your legs together. It took everything in you not to reach from him as his hand fell from your forehead. What the actual fuck was wrong with you? His gaze seems to harden on you even more as his eyes scanned your form for some clue as to what was going on. It took him a second, but seeing you panting and practically squirming, realization dawned on him.
"Oh, oh dear...I believe I know what you are experiencing," he muttered as he crouched down in front of you and laid a comforting hand against your knee. A small whine escaped you at the contact and you wanted nothing more than to slam your head against the wall in that moment. "I experience a similar...predicament on the occasion, but I've been here far longer than you and have learned to suppress my...urges." Urges? What urges? Oh Satan, his hand felt like fire against your skin.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," you groaned as you flopped back onto the bed, reaching your hands up to cup your burning cheeks, "I feel like I'm dying, again." Alastor let out a sigh as he stood, moving around the bed to side on the edge beside you.
"Hell seems to find it amusing to torment us sinners with what our new forms would suffer with on earth," he started, "and as animals, certain...unappealing circumstances now afflict us."
"Speak English please," you groaned again, hands moving to pull at your hair in frustration.
"You're in heat, my dear. I do believe rabbits on earth go through similar occurrences, hence why you are now subjected to them," Alastor said in his most sympathetic voice, which seemed almost condescending to your ears. His words made your eyes widen as a feeling of shame shot through you.
"Oh my Satan, Alastor you should leave," you said sitting up and looking at him, "you can't...I don't want you to see this if what I think is gonna happen is happening."
"If you were any other sinner, trust me I would have been long gone, but I'm sorry to say that if I leave this will only get worse for you, darling," he responded. At this point your brain has started to go fuzzy and you were having a hard time understanding his words. The only thing you could focus on was the demon in front of you. You were hyper focused on the way his mouth moved, how his clothing hugged his lean frame, and how his slender fingers fit together in his lap.
"What? Sorry, I'm not...have you always been this attractive?" Your question made his eyes widen before he let out a low chuckle. The sound sent shivers down your spine as a whine left your lips.
"Perhaps you've just never noticed," he hummed as he reached out and took your hand into his, "pet." That word alone made any last second thoughts leave you as your mind zeroed in on him. Him. His smell, his hands, his mouth, his touch, just him.
"Alastor I..." you panted, eyebrows screwing up with tension as your eyes focused on your hand in his.
"Mm, yes?" He asked, his head tilting to the side as he teased you. Sharp claws slid up your wrist as he let go your hand, leaving goose bumps in their wake. His touch continued up your arm and further as he tucked your hair behind your ear. "Darling pet, you must use your words."
"I...I need you," you whined, leaning into his touch as he caressed one of your large rabbit ears. You all but melted into him as he stroked the soft fur of it with his thumb.
"Yes, I supposed you do," he said with a mocking tone as he moved further onto the bed, balancing on his knees as he hovered over you, "what do you say when you want something from me?"
"Please," you begged, your heat far outweighing any shame you might feel in this moment otherwise, "please just, touch me." His smile grew impossibly wider as his eyes narrowed, moving closer to you causing to fall onto your back. He leaned in close, his long arms caging your head in as he leaning over you. You could feel his breath fan across your face. He smelled of blood and forest, a scent that in that moment made your mouth water, begging you to taste him.
"I believe I could do that," he hummed, lifting one hand to continue playing with your ears, "you've been such a doll to me in your stay here, so polite, so...obedient." You whimpered as his grip tightened, claws digging into your delicate skin, threatened to break it. Static cracked in the room as Alastor listened to your pathetic sounds, a primal need welling up inside of him. To Alastor, you looked liked nothing more than the perfect prey. A piece of meat to claim as his own. Quickly, he dropped your ear and wrapped his nimble fingers around the soft flesh on your neck, needle sharp claws piercing the skin. Normally, that would hurt you, but as you felt the warm blood drip down your throat, all you could feel was pleasure.
Alastor's pupils dilated at the slight of your blood and he leaned own, flicking his tongue out to lap up your sweet, hot blood. The taste causing his to groan and his pressed his body into yours.
"So sweet," he purred, "so submissive. My, it's as if Hell created you simply for my entertainment." You hastily nodded, causing his claws to sink further into your neck. His mouth latched onto the wound, drinking from the source as he rutted his hips up against yours. You let out a strained moan causing his grip to tighten.
In a instant he brought his other hand down, using his claws to cut through the fabric of your shirt. Pulling away from you, he used this opportunity to peel the now destroyed garments from your body.
"Delicious," he said in a hushed tone, as if not meant for you but purely as a statement. It didn't take long for him to cut through the rest of your clothing, leaving you completely bare underneath him, his grip on your neck never loosening. "Absolutely divine, if I wasn't a gentleman I would simply devour you right here and now." HIs eyes glimmered with want and mirth as his gaze focused on your core. "Hm, maybe I shall do just that." Before you could say anything, his grip fell from your neck causing you to whine at the loss before he lowered himself down, head hovering between your legs. "What do you say, pet? Shall I feast?"
"Yes, please, please," you begged, squirming underneath him as you watched his eye lids flutter with ecstasy at your sweet, submissive words. His gaze met yours as he lowered his mouth to your core, giving you a teasing lick that had your hips bucked and head thrown back with an unadulterated moan. He groaned at the taste on you, digging his claws into the supple skin of your hips before burying himself between your legs.
You knew Alastor was a man on many talents, but this might be his best one yet. Each lick of his tongue left you a panting mess. His lips wrapped around you, sucking on your bud in a way that made you cry out his name, hands shooting down to pull at his red locks. He devoured you with his skilled mouth, licking, sucking, nibbling till you almost couldn't take it. As you were about to reach your breaking point, he pulled back causing you to whine with the want to shove his head back between your legs.
"Patience, darling," he purred leaning back on his knees as he began to undo his belt, "I've only just begun." Your eyes widen as he tugged his pants down, his manhood springing free.
"That's...Alastor, that will never fit," you whimpered, throat bobbing as you swallowed back your nerves.
"We shall make it fit, my dear," he hummed crawling over top of you. You both watched as he grabbed his cock, sliding it through your folds. As it brushed against your clit, your hips bucked and you let you a breathy moan. "You know the deal by now, my sweet, submissive pet."
"Please," you begged again, wrapping your legs around him as you grasped at his sleeves, "I need you inside me, Alastor." He groaned as he pressed the tip against your entrance.
"That's it pet, what a good little bunny," he groaned as he pressed into you. You pressed your head back against the mattress at the intrusion, he filled you so full you were sure he wouldn't fit entirely. The pain worsened the deeper he got, but it felt so good you were practically drooling. All you could do was moan out his name as any other thought that wasn't about the feeling of his cock deep inside you was washed away.
After what felt like an eternity of pleasure soaked pain, he finally bottomed out. You weren't the only one panting as Alastor struggled to keep his composure above you. He dug his claws into the mattress, ripping the sheet as he pulled back out and slammed back into you. You cried out as he fucked into you, the only sounds were your cries, his grunts and the sound of skin meeting skin. His hand soon found your throat again as he used your neck as leverage, pushing you into the bed as he sped up, practically splitting you open with his dick.
"What a dumb pet you are," he growled, leaning down to lick up the tears that dripped down your cheek, "so cock drunk you can't even think straight. You're positively radiant, darling." His clash of degrading and praising words made you dizzy as he reached his free hand between your bodies to rub perfect little circles against your clit. The added stimulation made you gasp and whine as your body shook with pleasure. "You will come undone by me, sweet thing, I'm going to make your forget your own name." His words had their intended effect as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten.
"Yes, Alastor, I'm gunna cum," you slurred, eyes rolling back into your head as your body gave up, surrendering itself completely to the demon on top of you.
"My, such a dirty mouth," he hummed, keeping a steady pace that set your insides on fire, "beg, pet, and perhaps I'll let you."
"Please," you whined, meeting his eyes that were drilling into you, "please, let me cum."
"Tell me who you belong to," he growled, tightening his grip on your neck, "tell me who owns you, my dear. Say it."
"You, Alastor," you moaned, so close to your peak, "you own me." Your words shot straight into the Overload and with a hearty groan, you felt warmth flood into you, pushing your over the edge. With a cry you came underneath him as he fucked his own climax into you.
As your body slumped into the mattress, finally dead to the world, he slid out of you, quickly dressing himself and retrieving a towel that he wet in your bathroom. He made quick work of cleaning you up that you were barely aware of as your body came down from its high.
"I see I may have went a little too far, my dear," he hummed as he slid onto the bed beside you. You shook your head, to fucked out for words and he pulled your against his side. "Well then, I'm happy to have relieved you of your woes, darling."
"Thank you, Alastor," you hummed, shutting your eyes as he leaned over and flicked on the lamp.
"Anything for my perfect prey."
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REEEEEEEEEEEE- sorry, excuse me. I just love predator Alastor so MUCH, FUCK-
I've been having severe back pain from my job lately and the...medical remedies...I partake in leave my brain fuzzy and make it difficult for me to write.
That combined with the inactivity on my page, I'm at a road block for stories.
I'll get back to writing small sections of a story every so often when I'm up for it, so stay tuned for that fic.
Author Notes: Back to my roots with a Bucky Winter Soldier fic. I love writing Bucky this way. This chapter is pretty much just an introduction, how you met the Soldier and all that good stuff. Hope you enjoy!
Fandom: Marvel
Relationship: The Winter Soldier x Gender!Neutral Reader
Content: 1.5k words (as always, I'm awful at using tenses correctly in writing, so if you see a mistake, no you didn't-)
Summary: You should have been scared of him, terrified even, but when you looked passed his rough exterior, you couldn't help but want to save him.
Warnings: Swearing, Canon typical violence, Blood (please let me know if I missed any)
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You weren't supposed to be there the day you met the Winter Soldier, but fate had a funny way of doing things.
Working at a small cafe on a long stretch of highway had it's ups and downs. For one, not many people showed up all at once or very frequently. Sure, weekends were fairly busy, but most people didn't stay long, simply making a pit stop before continuing on there journey. However, this meant that most of the time you were incredibly bored. Opting to rewash tables instead of standing around was the only thing you did some days. These days seem to drag on far longer than the busy ones.
It was one of these slow, uneventful days that you met him.
The man that would take your simple, boring life and flip it upside down so fast you barely had a chance to register it happen.
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On a rainy Tuesday morning, you were busy washing table 6 for the 4th time that day. Just when you thought you would scrub the paint away with how hard you were scrubbing the table's surface, the bell above the door chimed making your head snap towards the entrance.
"Hello, good morning! Welcome to-" the appearance of the man in the door way caught you off guard, causing you to pause your greeting. He was big. Not very tall, you'd say anywhere from 5'9' to 6', but he was built. Broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his tattered t-shirt that was absolutely soaked from the rain. Dark, long hair draped in front of his eyes dripped water onto the floor in front of him. He was breathing heavily as he tucked something behind him, presumably into the waistband of his jeans that were filled with beefy thighs, threatening to tear through the denim. He caught you staring with piercing eyes. His gaze shot through you like a wolf.
"Kofe," he said, a thick accent that sounded scratchy with misuse. You couldn't quite tell if it was from taking too much, or barely talking at all. Snapping yourself from your stupor, you offered him a forced smile.
"Of course, sir. Coming right up!" You chirped with feigned enthusiasm as you rushed off behind the counter to poor him a cup. "Regular or decaf?"
He grunted in response before forcing out, "normal." His heavy combat boots slapped the ground as he made his way to the corner of the cafe, taking the seat closest to the way. His eyes flicked between the exit and the door to the back before you turned back around a poured him a cup of 'regular' coffee. Putting the pot back on it's holder, you take the fresh cup and bring it over to the mysterious man.
"Here you go, sir," you said placing the cup in front of him, "normally that'd be $1.50, but you look like you need it so it's on me." His eyes flicked to you and he let out a grunt of what you assumed was appreciation. "Would you like to order some food?"
He stared at you for awhile before speaking, "You got pancakes?"
"'Course! Coming up," you replied. He watched you as you made your way into the back kitchen.
The man sat in quiet contemplation now that he was alone in the dining area. He had walked for what had to have been many miles after snapping out of his Winter Soldier mind control. It hadn't been hard to sneak away from the most recent HYDRA agent who had activated him. The man was an idiot and it probably took him awhile to realize he was even missing, nonetheless, the Soldier knew they would come after him.
The Soldier's mind traveled to the waiter that had served him, you. It seemed like you were the only person working in this establishment, at least for today. He had read your name tag, studied your expression, watched you like a hawk. He could tell you didn't have a dangerous bone in your body. If HYDRA found him here, you would not survive.
Pulling him from his thoughts, you appeared from the back with a steaming pile of pancakes. That same friendly smile fit your face as you set the plate down in front of the man.
"Here you are sir, and here's butter and syrup," you said, pushing the toppings over to him, "anything else?"
The Soldier looked at the food in front of him, something deep inside him stirring at the sight of warm, fluffy pancakes. He immediately reached for the knife, quickly slathering it with butter before practically drenching the cakes with syrup.
"Sit," he mumbled out between a mouthful of food, "no one else is here." You raised your eyebrows in surprise before sliding into the chair across from him.
"Only for a bit," you said, propping your chin up onto your hand, "if my boss reviews the footage and sees me slacking off, he'll deduct it from my pay." The man hummed, stuffing his face with the food as if he hadn't eaten for a century.
"Then quit," he grunted, swallowing hard. You let out a huff, rolling your eyes.
"Something's gotta pay the bills," you replied. His eyes met yours, seemingly contemplating your words far more than needed.
"You could always-" The man was cut off as the front door suddenly burst open, causing you both to jump from your seats. You saw 3 men enter, fully decked out in tactical gear and what you thought might be rifles. Big guns.
"Holy shit," you cursed before the man you had served practically leapt over the table and pulled you to the ground. You let out a grunt at the impact and watched while he pulled a gun from the waistband of his jeans. Not as big as theirs, but a gun was a gun nonetheless.
"Stay down!" He shouted before aiming at the intruders and firing. The loud sounds of gun shots ringing out back and forth made you yelp before you covered your head, squeezed your eyes shut and stayed put.
You heard him cuss in what you thought was Russian as a bullet smacked into his side. He fired once more and the gun fire ceased. An eerie quiet filled the café, filled only with the man's heavy breathing. When you looked up, you saw the man drop his gun, his hand pressed tightly agaisnt his side as he dropped to one knee in pain.
"Oh my fuck," you cursed as you crawled in front of him, "that looks awful. I should call an ambulance-"
"Neyt," he hissed, cutting you off. He stumbled to his feet, reaching out and pulling you up with him. "You will help me." Before you could say anything, he was basically dragging you into the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" You questioned him in a panic as he grabbed a wash cloth and handed it to you. He flicked his eyes up to meet yours before pulling your hand close to him.
"Hold," he said, pressing your wash cloth filled hand against his bullet wound, "harder, put pressure on it." You were practically shaking with fear as you watched his blood seep into the rag and onto your hand.
"Please, tell me what the fuck just happened," you almost whimpered, "who are you? Who was that? You killed them?" He sighed though his nose as he grabbed a large drying towel and began to wrap it around his abdomen, sandwiching your hand in between. He only answered once he had tied it off and pulled your hand free.
"They were coming to take me away," his said, not meeting your eyes, "dangerous men. They would have killed you too." Tears pricked at your eyes as you stared down at your blood hand.
"Who are you?" You questioned again, voice barely audible.
"...James," he replied, as if questioning his own name, "just James." You looked up to meet his eyes.
You thought you'd be scared of the man who had just killed three people in your place of work, yet when you looked at him there was no fear. His eyes held a deep sense of uncertainty. He looked at though one wrong step and his whole world would come crashing down around him. Not only that, if what he said was true, this stranger- James- had just saved your life.
"Ok...James," you started, "what...what can I do to help?"
i feel like i've been checking your page for years atp XD
i saw that you want to post about könig sooooooo :3
i'd like to request a könig x reader hurt/comfort fic if possible! gender neutral please. something where könig is injured in battle and reader has to stitch him up. cliche ik but i love it so muuuuch
(ps: i'm so happy you're back!!!!)
Ah! My first ask back! Hello!
I can definitely give you what you want anon.
Thank you for the request, I'm so excited to be back and get my words down again finally.
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The Harder They Fall
A König x Reader Fanfic
Author Notes: I'm baaaaaack! Did you miss me? Lol probably not. My account is so dead, but for the few of you who've stuck around, hi! Hello! I'm very happy to be in a place where writing no longer stresses me out again. Welcome to my first fic since my over a year long hiatus!
Fandom: Call Of Duty
Relationship: König x Gender!Neutral Reader
Content: 1.6k words (as always, I'm awful at using tenses correctly in writing, so if you see a mistake, no you didn't-)
Summary: [Read the above ask]
Warnings: Canon typical injuries, Swearing, Fluff (wanted to take it easy right out of the gate) please let me know if I missed any
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To say Colonel König puts you at ease would be the biggest overstatement of the century.
That man was anything but calming. Just walking in the same vicinity as him makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and puts you immediately on edge. It's not as if he was a threat to you, quite the opposite. You often only saw him when he came into the med bay you worked in, which wasn't often. He was the type of guy to tough it out unless absolutely necessary. You weren't head medic by any means. Mostly, you worked on bandaging up small and artificial wounds with the odd stitch up hear and there.
Your days were filled with blood pressure cuffs and handing out pain killers, so when the hulking man entered your med bay on an overly busy day, you just so happened to be the only free medic in the room. You had just handed a solider a small cup with two Tylenol in it when the Colonel sauntered in and all but collapsed into the only free cot.
"Can you take care of him please?" one of the head nurses called out to you as she rushed by with a load of dirty bandages in her hands, "Thanks, you're the best!"
"I didn't even...," you trailed off with a sigh as you peeked over at the soldier in question. He met your gaze from beneath his mask. With no other facial features to go off of, you had a hard time reading his expression. Instead, you scanned his body as you approached him, searching for visible injuries. With his arms crossed, he looked mostly intact save for a few rips in his uniform.
As you approached him however, he unfolded his arms revealing a large, bloody gash down his inner forearm that was hastily wrapped with too few bandages. You immediately grabbed the Lister scissors sitting on the medical tool tray next the the cot and turned to face König.
"Colonel...that looks like a nasty wound," you say hesitantly as you lift the shears, ready to cut open the poorly dressed wrappings, "what happened?" There was a momentary pause as the scissors sliced through the bandages.
"...Metal," he simply offered as he watched you work. Well, more like as his gaze bore into the side of your face as you busied yourself by tossing the ruined wrappings and grabbing a bottle of disinfectant and cotton pads.
"From...?" You asked as you poured the disinfectant onto a cotton pad and started dabbing it at the wound with your forceps.
"Explosion," he dully offered again, clearly not in the mood to converse. You gave him a nod, eyes flicking up to find him still staring at you intensely.
"This is going to need stitches," you said and you set your tools down on the cart, "would you like something to numb the pain?" Your hands reached to grab the local anesthesia, but König's hand came up to stop you, wrapping around your wrist and pulling your arm back.
"Nein," he said briskly, "stupid injuries don't deserve hand holding measures." His gaze was hard, seeming to pass through you. You could practically see him kicking himself for his actions.
"Are you sure?" You asked carefully as you pulled the needle and surgical thread from it's container, "There's no need to beat yourself up. I'm a medic, not a punishment. Really, I should give it to you anyway, but.." You trailed off as you met his eyes again. They were clear and determined, he had made his mind up and there was nothing you could do about it. With a sigh, you pulled over a stool and sat in front of the cot and began the loop the thread through the needle.
"Danke," he muttered, his fist clenching tightly as he laid his arm down with the wound facing up for you to work on. By this time, the med bay has cleared out significantly so it was quiet while you worked. Only the hum of the other medics was heard as they scurried around to clean up.
"Well," you started as you moved the needle closer to his forearm, "I probably don't have to warn you, but this is gonna hurt." His only response was a grunt that confirmed he already knew that. "Alright, deep breaths." You placed the needle against his skin and he complied, sucking in a deep breath as the needle pierced his skin. A small groan of pain left his lips as you wove the thread through his flesh. His fist clenched and unclenched periodically.
"Just a few more Colonel," you said quietly, eyes flicking up to gauge his reaction before returning to your work.
"Scheiße," he grunted, eyes boring holes into your hands as they worked, as if cursing their very existence. A small grin lifted to your lips.
"Easy, soldier," you hummed as you tied off the final suture, "you're all done. Let me just wrap this up and you can be on your way." Setting down the needle, you grabbed gauze, bandages and antiseptic. He let out a barely audible hum, the pain carefully hidden in tone. Carefully, you applied the antiseptic to the wound before securing the gauze around his forearm, followed by the bandage. The entire time, his eyes never left your face. If you looked up, you would have seen his gaze soften, a fond look crossing his features.
"Alright!" You chirped, "You're all set Colonel." Setting down your materials, you sent him a kind smile.
"Danke," he muttered, "again." He stood, rolling his arm back and forth as he examined your hard work. "Good. This is good."
"Well I'd hope so," you said with a grin, "this is my job after all." He gave you a nod, eyes moving to trace the features of your face before nodding again. Before you could say anything else, he turned and quickly made his way out of the med bay.
A soft smile fit your lips as you watched him leave. He was...odd, but you found yourself more relaxed in his presence. Less scared, more calm. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
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The next time you saw the Colonel would not be as soothing.
As you were sorting some medicine cabinets, the med bad suddenly burst into activity. Nurses were yelling commands at each other as a gurney was ushered through the doors. Several soldiers were shouting commands at the nurses as they wheeled the gurney further into the med bay. You quickly rushed over, hands finding your stethoscope as you approached the soldier laying on the cot. As you put the stethoscope in your ears, your hand hovered over the man's chest as your eyes locked on his face- or well, mask.
"König?" You said in surprise as your stethoscope searched for his heartbeat. His eyes peeled open as he registered your voice.
With an utterance of your name, his hand reached for your wrist.
"Jesus Colonel...," you moved your gaze to the closest standing soldier, "what happened?"
"He took the blunt of the explosion," a soldier you didn't recognize replied, "shrapnel, metal, who knows what else."
"Another explosion?" You questioned, returning your gaze to the Colonel. "Really?" His eyes lifted to your face, behind the pain a vague flicker of amusement shown through. "Unbelievable," You huffed, "ok, we need to get him into surgery. Now." You backed away from the gurney, but König's grip on you tightened.
He muttered your name again.
You offered him a soft smile. "You'll be just fine, our doctors will take good care of you. I'll come see you when you're out of surgery." Your words softened his grip before he eventually let go. His eyes never left you as other nurses grabbed his gurney and wheeled him into the operating tent.
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A few hours had passed as you paced around the med bay. During that time, you organized the cabinets at least three times and treated unimportant wounds of the several soldiers that passed through. Your mind, however, never strayed far from Colonel König. It seemed like every few minutes your gaze flicked to the operating tent, unable to keep yourself from worrying about the man.
As the few wounded soldiers stopped coming in, you took a seat next to the tent flaps and waited.
And waited.
Your leg bounced and you found yourself glancing at the clock more than you'd like to admit.
Finally, the flaps opened and the Colonel was wheeled out into the med may for recovery.
Immediately, you were up, shooing away the other nurses as you took your spot by König's bedside. He shirt had been cut away, both his chest and abdomen covered in bandages. Various other scrapes covered his arms and neck, but his mask had stayed on. From the looks of it, the brunt of the injuries had been centralized, He hadn't lost any appendages or limbs, thank god.
"Colonel," you sighed with relief, "how ya feeling?" His eyes peeled open and they settled on you, softening almost immediately.
"Ja," he croaked out, "just fine."
"Well, you're doped out on morphine right now," you said with a grin, "let me know how you feel in a few hours." A strained huff of a laugh escaped König's lips.
"I'll do that," he offered, "if you'll stay?" Masking your surprise, you reached out and pulled his hand into yours, offering him a comforting smile.
"'Course, Colonel," you started, "that's my job after all."
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Fin! Thank you for reading, I'm still settling back into my writing style after a year of not writing anything at all, so I hope this lives up to expectations. <3
hello!! lowercase lover here , are your requests open ? if yes I'd have one!
Hello friends!
By now I'm certain my account is long dead, but so much stuff in my life has happened I wouldn't even know where to begin.
Since it's been so long, I've forgotten 99% of the plots to my on-going works, so I'd like to just wipe all my WIPs and start fresh.
Another thing with it having been so long since my last fic, my interests in media have changed as well. I'll put an updated list of fandoms I'm willing to write for below in this post, as well as eventually get around to updating my masterlist info.
Consider this my formal invitation to start submitting requests/asks again and I'll do my best to fulfill them for you. While I won't be able to get fics out as frequently as I used to due to things like work, the current state of the world, my relationships etc., I'm going to try and write as much as I can in my free time.
I don't expect to have many requests/asks for this shouldn't be too daunting of a task which means I hopefully won't fall off the face of the earth again lolol.
Fandoms I'll Write For
(remember, I am an x reader author only and I will NOT write fics about real people or minors)
Star Wars (This one will probably never fall out of rotation.)
Marvel (Mostly Bucky and Loki, but I'm willing to write for almost anyone.)
Anime (I'm super into Jujutsu Kaisen at the moment so any character other than Mahito or any of the minors, please let me write Choso pleeeeeease, but throw a suggestion for something else at me and there's a good chance I'll fulfill it if I've watched it.)
Markiplier Egos (Still going strong, and no I will not write about Mark himself, he's a real ass person and that makes me uncomfortable.)
Arcane (I've fallen off the band wagon for this one slightly, but the news of the new season has gotten me involved again. Mainly Silco, but will write for mostly anyone.)
Stranger Things (This is a touchy topic, if you're up to date of the current events and the actors you'd understand, but I'm still open to writing for Billy and Eddie. If I'm misinformed about any of the actors please let me know.)
Call Of Duty (Like many, I've fall down the COD men rabbit hole, I don't actually play the game, but Konig and Ghost?? Yes please.)
I will do my best to update this list if I forgot anything/I develope an interest in anything else. But like I said, if you throw a character or fandom my way I'll most likely be willing to write it. Don't be shy!
Detroit: Become Human (My irl boyfriend's name is Connor soooo, yes please.)
Baulder's Gate 3 (Omg yes. Astarion my love, Minthara my love, so many beautiful people to chose from.)
If you're unaware of my writing style or if you'll just like my work in general, my masterlist is pinned on my page.
And as always,
While some of my works may not be NSFW specifically, my page is still 18+, minors please do not interact.
With everything going on I’ve been sitting pretty with my support system (aka my boyfriend lolol) and have been taking time for myself.
I’ve been doing all I can to go out and make a change, so I’m not being completely useless 😂. Anyways, I’m not sure when I’ll get back into the swing of writing, but fear not friends I have not abandoned you all.
For now, that all I have- just a small update on my life.
I appreciate you all very much still, never change.
Just so y’all know: I can’t speak for every other fic author but I can say that I remember when people leave me kind comments. I recognize your urls and/or usernames on AO3. I remember you and sometimes in writing my fics I think to myself, “Oh, I hope this person sees this because they liked x in this other fic I did.”
Not only that—I go back and reread comments when I’m feeling low. I look at tags and reblogs and asks and wish I could hold them in my hand like a note from a friend on an old, torn piece of notebook paper.
Your comments have so much more impact than you know. So thanks to those who use the comment section to spread love and encouragement. We appreciate you.
I’m pissed at the overturning of Roe v. Wade so writing isn’t exactly top priority right now.
I’m attending protests over the next couple weeks so I won’t have any free time to update my WIPs, apologies. This holds priority over absolutely everything else right now.
I livid that a bunch of gross, old, white men Trump put into congress get to decide what me and every other person with a uterus gets to do with their body. Fuck congress and fuck this country.
If you’re in the states, stay safe. I live in a blue state thankfully, but if you don’t please take care of yourself.
Moving my 200 plus books up a tiny ass flight of stairs is not exactly motivating lol.
The only time I hate being a nerd is when I have so many things. Books, action figures, so so many posters and collectibles it’s starting to become a problem-
Anyways, after my back, knees, and arms stop draining the life from me, I’ll get right back to it!
