it was an accident

so i usually like to eat humans, but my dad said that's frowned upon among normal people. i eat tiny kittens instead... i'm so ashamed.

[o-dylanstiles]

[shadowbxllet]

Pan watches as he seems lost in time, her skin slowly heating up. Pounding, her heart was pounding. Blood pumping like a tidal wave. What was wrong? Then it clicks, she must look like dinner. “Oh, okay,” her voice is small, watching where he lands. So oddly graceful, like when he was hunting. The perfect killer. Shivering, she fights back her fear and wades closer to him. Her smile is timid.

“Did you know that my element is water?” she asks softly, her magic already making the molecules surrounding them vibrate. “Cool, right?” The water goes from cool to warm from the vibrations, steam picking up around their forms. She stares into his eyes for a moment before squinting, resulting in a splash aimed at his face. Giggling, she dives to her left and tries to run away.

[hybridthxory]

When he came up for air, she was beside him smiling like a frightened animal. He wanted to sink his teeth in her and taste her. Luckily, he never actually did that. He saw what happened when Vinny almost killed Lina. Hurting fairies was nearly unforgivable. If she let him taste her though, maybe then it wouldn’t be bad for him or her. Bran smiles, “Yeah, definitely.” The intensity of Pan’s stare is dragging him in, but when he moves closer he’s met with a wall of water.

“Hey!” he laughs and tries to shove water at her too. She’s already getting away so he swims after her with a genuine smile on his face. If she thought she was going to out swim him she’s mistaken. He reaches out and nearly grasps her wrist but instead flops on top of the water and ends up splashing her and their clothes on the dock instead.

[shadowbxllet]

Oh he knew how to work her. Shivering in excitement now, she has to bite down all the noises he hasn’t heard in too long. It’s not like they hadn’t gotten close before, when tensions were running too high and all they wanted was to hold the other close. But not this close, with her thighs actually opening rather than pressing tightly together. He can smell her, he has to know how badly she wants to stay and the way he held her told her that he was terrified of her backing out.

“I know you’d keep me safe,” she murmurs, head tilting to offer him more of her neck. The shirt she borrowed from him is hanging off her shoulder now. Her hands have dropped to the hem of the shirt he’s wearing, slipping beneath so that she can lightly trace the definition of his torso. “You would do anything to keep me safe.” She should fly away, she shouldn’t do this but she felt so raw. She felt so loved. Breath shaking, she rubs her cheek on his until her lips find his.

Stars explode behind her eyes, whole planets falling out of the sky. The whine that results is almost inhuman, and in half a second she’s jumped up to straddle his waist after having ripped his shirt open. She lets the tattered piece of cloth fall to the floor, hands still tingling with magic as she places them flat on his chest.

[hybridthxory]

Bran didn’t have time to do much else before she was on him, he slides his tongue against hers savoring the taste of mint and magic. The electric feel under her fingers shocks his skin, but he loves the sensation. Bran holds her up with one hand and walks towards the couch. His other hand is wrapped around a breast, squeezing and rubbing his palm against it. He wants nothing more right now than to be one with her again.

When he reaches the couch he drops her on it then he rips his shirt in half to reveal her bare chest. For a moment, he stays suspended above her to drink in her body. His tongue slides across his bottom lip and he leans down to capture her mouth again. Rock hard against his jeans, he pushes his hips into hers and grinds against her pelvis.

“I missed you.” he breaks the kiss to whisper against her lips.

[dobedit]

Stiles Stilinski / Twenty One Pilotes - “Doubt” Scared of my own image, scared of my own immaturity, Scared of my own ceiling, scared I’ll die of uncertainty, Fear might be the death of me, fear leads to anxiety, Don’t know what’s inside of me. Don’t forget about me

[shadowbxllet]

“No.” Pandora doesn’t know how to respond, it’s all she has. Staring at him with wild, wide eyes, she moves even closer. “No, no, I didn’t…”

It’s like second nature, the way her hand slides up his arm and over his shoulder. Behind his neck, to lead his face to the safety of her neck. Nails dragging through his hair, she murmured against the side of his face. “No, Bran.” She’s still stuck, but she doesn’t think he can hear it enough. What happened wasn’t anyone’s fault. She’d spent years going over it in her head. Centuries. What could she have done differently? There was nothing. Somehow that made it worse, somehow that made her more ashamed. She hadn’t stopped to think that Bran could end up at this conclusion. What a fool she was.

“Come here,” she whispers, her other arm swinging up to wrap around his neck and pull him even tighter into her warm. “We can’t change it Bran. I wish we could, and there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss her.” It was strange, loving someone you only saw once. Sniffling, she pulls away just to lean their foreheads together. “That I don’t… miss you.” It makes her heart race to admit it, but he needs to know she wasn’t hiding because she was ashamed of him.

[hybridthxory]

Bran’s hands snake around her body to find comfort in her warmth. He has to lean down, but he nuzzles her neck and listening to her every word. If it wasn’t his fault, then how did they end up like this? So many years passed by and he never thought to try and talk about it with her. Bran is ashamed, but at the same time very relieved.

“I missed you, too.” he says into the crook of her neck. He breathes her in as much as he can while he’s buried, and there’s something otherworldly about her scent. It had a twinge of some kind of magic or herb he could never put a name to, but it reminded him of when they were young. He’s careful not to break her skin with his teeth as he speaks, but it isn’t too hard for him anymore. Even though he really, really wants to he won’t take a bite right now. “Let the council pick up the creature.”

Squeezing her more, he starts to lick her neck softly, “Please... stay. You’ll be safe for the night.” He hasn’t seen this much love from her in a long time and he wants it to last forever.

[shadowbxllet]

Pan’s fight or flight instincts are kicking in, and she’s literally shaking. She could just fly away, disappear. Her magic was low, but she could do it and she wouldn’t have to face this. Trembling, she gathers the courage too turn her face up to him.

“I never did,” her voice is quiet at first, thick like she’s going to start bawling at any moment. It was embarassing, how many times he’s seen her cry. “I never treated you like that, Bran.” Her hand on the doorknob is sweaty so she drops it and stumbles back to put a little distance between them. “But what is your excuse for what you did, huh?” Her voice is growing in volume, more shrill than loud and now she has the courage to stare him down. “You weren’t the only one in pain! I didn’t go off the fucking deep end and-!” No, she wouldn’t say it. She wouldn’t throw that in his face, not the way everyone else did.

“How could you say that to me?” There is dead silence ringing in the room, and instead of running away she steps closer to him. “I was in so much pain, Bran, and you just… You lost it. You left me.” Swallowing hard, she looks back down at his feet. “So yeah, I want the numbers and then I want to hide because looking at you reminds me of how much I fucking need you. Ok?” It’s a moment before she catches her blunder, heartbeat picking up until even she can hear it. “Needed. I meant…”

[hybridthxory]

Bran takes a step back as well as if she physically wounded him. She didn’t say it, she didn’t but she was going to and his face fell completely. His father... he hadn’t meant to do it. Those feelings he tried to deny back then, he knew they were love. It wasn’t tolerance or anything he tried to pretend it was. Growing older meant grower wiser sometimes and he had a thousand years to look back on it. It haunted him every day. Now he wanted to run in shame, he wanted to hide in his room and pretend nothing every happened.

She doesn’t give him a chance to explain he thought their little Bean died because of him. Bran didn’t get to say he was a monster and he was broken, so she was broken too. He didn’t get to tell her he stayed away because he believed she wouldn’t want to see him. She said ‘need’ and his eyes were back to staring at her very confused and lost like he misheard. When she clarified, he knew she was lying.

“Why do you think I would keep track of these numbers for you? You don’t come when I tell you willingly.” Bran doesn’t test the waters, he jumps right in and walks toward her to enter her space again. “I’m sorry, Pan. I’m sorry for leaving you to suffer alone and everything I say is going to sound like an excuse, but people grieve differently and I thought... you blamed me.”

[toothxd]

The sense of relief that floods her is entirely brought on by the way he holds her close. Sighing, she lets her body go limp. She’s safe now, she’s home. The only home she’s ever known was with Bran. She still doesn’t know why he turned her, or at least she doesn’t understand it. If he wanted someone to keep him company, why choose a starving teenager that’d been on the streets since they were eight?

When he presses his forehead to hers, she tries to reach up and pat his cheek to reassure him. Her hand only twitches, not enough strength in her to even do something simple as that. She can’t even argue when he presses a bag to her lips. It takes less than a second for her fangs to emerge, breaking out of her gums like she hasn’t eaten in days. It takes a couple gulps until she’s strong enough to hold his hand. She never liked to drink, it always made her feel too wild. Too unrestrained. When she was hungry like this, she needed someone to ground her.

“Y-” she starts before choking, some of the blood she swallowed hitting the floor with enough force to make a sound. It takes a few coughs to clear her throat. “You need to call Pandora.” She can still smell them, the creatures that ran her and the rest of their coven down. Their gray, wrinkled skin stretched tight over monstrous figures. “They found us in that alley behind the bar,” her voice quickens, growing urgent as she sits up and grabs his shirt. “They killed everyone, Bran. I tripped, I was behind and I tripped-” It was her fault. Slowly, she lets go of him and looks away. He wouldn’t want her around now that she lost him a third of his coven.

[hybridthxory]

He cared about them all, he really did. Everyone that came to him and everyone he made, they meant something to him but they were not his Bean. When she says she tripped he looks mortified for a moment before wrapping his arms around her to hold onto her. If he’d lost her too, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. She wasn’t exactly a replacement for her, he hadn’t meant her to be one, but when he saw her starving on the streets he thought of her. She’d want him to save this poor being, this other little Bean. “You’re alive, Bean, that’s what matters. I’ll call her just in case, but I’m going to rip them to shreds for killing our family.”

Bran wipes the corner of her mouth before reaching into the freezer to get her four more bags. Bran hands them to her and tells her to hold them before he lifts her up and proceeds to carry her upstairs to her room. Bran whispers as he walks to be easy on her ears, “You need to drink all of them in order to heal. Don’t worry about the rest. They’ll sleep easy now, and I hear Hell isn’t so bad.”

When he reaches her room, Bran sets her on the bed and sits next to her to watch her eat. Sometimes he wasn’t sure she actually did it; she looked paler than the others.

[shadowbxllet]

It’s hard to believe him. Pandora stares at him for almost a full minute before huffing and rubbing her forehead in frustration. “Brandon,” she says tersely before looking up at him again. “You know that’s part of the agreement. I stay out of your hair as long as you keep me up to date.”

Pushing up off the sofa, she begins to make her way towards the door. What was the point in staying? If he did know the answers to her usual questions, then he obviously wasn’t sharing with the class. She was stupid to think he’d change. “Call me next time you’re getting your ass kicked,” she bites, reaching for the doorknob. But something in her freezes when her fingers wrap around the cool metal. Then she softens, if only just a little bit, if only just long enough to look over her shoulder at him.

In a lot of ways, they’re still just kids when they were with each other. Pining and longing and aching just to breathe the other in. But there was too much hurt there, and an emptyness she still can’t fill.

[hybridthxory]

Bran doesn’t say anything before she gets up, but when she freezes at the door he takes that as his time to say anything. Bran sighs and rubs his face with his hands, suddenly exhausted by the conversation before it even started. “Pandora, have you ever thought that maybe I don’t want to do your job for you? If you need these numbers so badly you wouldn’t be hiding away.”

Bran stands up and is next to her in seconds pushing on the door to keep it shut. He leans into her personal space close enough for her to feel his breath on her cheek, “I never asked anyone to leave, you all just did it. I was treated like a monster so I became one. Do you want the number of humans or others hmm?” He’s whispering everything angrily, finally getting something off his chest he’d been holding on to for a thousand years. Bean nearly dying earlier set him on edge, seeing Pan only made it worse.

[shadowbxllet]

Now that he is closer, she can smell the blood on him. He always smelled that way. Pan’s spine goes rigid at his touch, and noticeably so. He doesn’t give her enough time to prepare, and suddenly she’s lurching slightly forward until she’s leaning into him. Clearing her throat, she shifts until his hands slide off. “Well, you know the drill,” she says softly, managing to keep the desperation out of her voice.

Her toes are digging into the rug beneath them, fingers toying at the hem of the shirt she’s wearing. More than anything she wanted to be done with this check in so she could take the ancient vampire downstairs back to the Council. The longer she stayed in his presence, the harder it was to keep her hands to herself. “Any new coven members? How many kills this month?” She didn’t really want to know, but she didn’t let it show. Besides, he could smell how sad she was that she even had to ask.

[hybridthxory]

This close to her, he gets a whiff of fear and something else that causes his eyebrow to raise. “Yeah, yeah.” he waves off the usual like he always did and takes his seat across from her again. Bran feels like he’s staring at her for ages and the tension is growing with each moment of silence. It’s not exactly bothering him, but it’s making her uncomfortable and that’s the last thing he wants. Bran doesn’t want her to leave.

Her question makes him uneasy. So many of his coven had been lost, he could count the number he had left on one hand. Bean, and the two she saw when she got here. If he counted Arthur and his gang, that’d make eight total. Well... if Lila and Liam even counted. They were kind of their own thing. He sighs, “I haven’t had time to keep track of my kills for you.” He avoids the members because she didn’t need more reasons to be depressed.

[shadowbxllet]

Pan can’t hide the way her mood soars when he decides not to take it, but it’s not like he gets the chance to see her thousand watt smile. Unless he can smell how happy she is. She drops the blood bag back into her pack, out of her skirt and top in less than two seconds. Sprinting past him in just her tights, she kicks those off too before diving into the water. The coolness envelopes her, making her hair feel like a curtain of velvet and caressing her skin. She kicks to the surface and smiles at him. “Come on! It feels great!”

Her expression changes quickly when she sees that most of his clothes are still on. “Oh, right.” She forgot that whole nudity thing could be an issue. Looking at her trail of clothes on the dock, she wonders if she should hop out and at least put her tights on. “Do you want me to…?” She gestures.

[hybridthxory]

At that very moment, something in him seemed to slow down the rest of the world. Maybe he was just moving way too fast, but he saw everything because she seemed to be moving at a snail’s pace. Her top was already off, but when she brushed by her tights took years to fall to the ground. Bran could see blood cells rushing around through her veins as her muscles tightened to make the dive. Are his eyes working right? When she kicks up back above the water, he’s frozen with his fingers still resting on the zipper of his pants.

“It’s fine!” his voice is hoarse and his throat is begging for a taste, “We’re just swimming and it’s night, doesn’t matter really.” Bran tries to focus on the water instead and shoves his pants down. He steps out of them and leaves them along with his shoes in a pile next to her tights. Bran runs the rest of the way and jumps in a few feet from her.

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[shadowbxllet]

Pan is glad she’s behind him, and he can’t see the disappointment on her face. She thought she’d been making some headway, could distract him for longer than a couple minutes. Maybe she was expecting too much of him, too soon. Maybe she wasn’t as good at this as she thought.

Schooling her features, she makes an affirmative sound before pulling away completely. Her backpack lay on the dock a couple feet from them, and she immediately retrieves it as she pulls her hair back into a ponytail. The blood is from a drive, she’d swiped a couple bags before their meeting. She always did. It was better than him going on a rampage and looking for a fresh kill. Lifting the bag out, she extends it to him with a reassuring smile. “Good job.”

[hybridthxory]

What was it about her that made him hesitate to even take the bag? The smell emitting from her was an emotion he couldn’t put his finger on, but his mom smelled similar every now and then. He stared at her now with both hands at his sides, as still as the dead man he was. Or was he alive? Bran was different than most vampires, that was all he knew. 

Tapping his fingers at his sides impatiently he decides against taking the blood. Maybe later. He could hold off for a bit, he was sure of it. “Ha, just messing with ya!” He turns quickly on his heel to go towards the water behind him, maybe a dunk in the river would wash away his appetite. What in the hell did he just do that for anyway, why did he care what anyone thought about him? Bran shoved a hand through his hair before ripping off his jacket and shirt to toss them aside.

“Let’s go swimmin’, huh? It’s a nice night.”

[toothxd]

Every surface is slick, as if goading death and encouraging it to drag them all to hell. She is at the back of the pack, the monsters on her heels. Which is funny, because who the hell is she to be calling someone else a monster? Screaming, her foot catches in the cracks on the sidewalk and her body goes hurtling forward. Someone has the sense to turn around, to realize Bran’s most prized family member is seconds from being torn apart. She watches Ethan curse, spin fast on his heel and launch himself at the monster closest to her. He’s going to die, they’re all going to die.

The scratch in her side is deep enough to puncture an organ, she’s sure of it. Still she stumbles through the forest towards her home, leaving the monsters and the bloody mess of her kin behind. They died protecting her, and she wouldn’t let that be in vain. Holding her insides in with one hand, she shoves the castle door in with her other.

    "Bran,“ she calls weakly, hiccuping over a rush of blood in her mouth.

[hybridthxory]

Some vampires believed feelings were an unnecessary weakness. Bran thought the same thousands of years ago when he was a child. He thought he didn’t love anyone then and never really would. When he killed his father, he realized during that moment that he did love someone. The pain was real and vampires were idiots for denying this simple fact. Sure, the others could try to pretend it was only because Bran wasn’t exactly “dead” like they were. His heart beat, he could be set on fire, he could walk in the sun without losing any power, and he was something almost entirely new; he baffled them.

Maybe he only picked this girl because he was bored, but she meant something to him. Her voice was so loud in his ears like she was standing in the same room. It took him seconds to reach her and when he did he scooped her up and rushed her to the basement for blood. Right now, she needed to eat before she could tell him what happened and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

   Bran shushed her and put his forehead to hers before setting her down on one of the freezers, “You need to drink, little Bean.” 

[ventimigrillo]

Milo Ventimiglia as Ian Mitchell ↳ CH:OS:EN

[shadowbxllet]

Oh. She hadn’t meant to make him hungry. Staring at him for way longer than necessary, she struggles for the words to reply. To reassure. To say anything really. All she could do was instinctively press her thighs tighter together. There was a burning between them, sudden and harsh. Teeth. Hungry teeth sinking into her tight skin, her thighs corded with muscle. The starved snuffles that followed, and deep draws of her essence. God, when he gulped…

Pan breaks out of the vivid memories with sweat pooling on the surface of her clean skin. Her thighs audibly unstick; they aren’t the only damp part of her body. Swallowing hard, she backs up and leaves the room without another word. God, she needed to collect herself. It’d been too long since they’d seen each other, too long since she’d had to exercise this much control. It would be easier if he hadn’t ordered his coven to leave, then she’d be so busy watching her back she wouldn’t have time to fantasize about being his next meal.

When she returns, she’s dressed in one of his shirts and nothing but. It covered eveything important, and it’s not like she was staying for long. Crossing in front of him, she sits down on the couch and draws her knees to her chest. The sleeves of his shirt hung from her shoulders but they hung naturally, like she’s been born to wear this shirt. Looking into his eyes, she let him know this was still a business call. She needed to make sure he was doing well.

“Are you hungry?” She didn’t bring a bag, but it was also her job to keep him from hunting as much as possible. A job she failed at. Calm, cool, and collected now, she’s able to offer him her leg without so much as flinching. Or smelling like a whore. She thinks.

[hybridthxory]

Unlike his father, Bran thought he was smooth when it came to love or lust. He knew just the right thing to say and when to say it, but with Pan he thought his silver tongue turned to putty and he tripped over his words more often than he liked to admit. Or he just said the worst thing at the most inopportune time nearly every time with her. She walked away and he stood there, staring after her wondering if he should just follow her and do what he’d always wanted to.

Pan didn’t want that, or at least he’d never asked and was either completely oblivious to the signs or he was trying not to notice them. Bran ventured to the cellar quickly while she was away and ripped open a bag to eat and heal with. It was disgusting while it was cold, but he did what he had to in order to keep from feasting on her. Luckily she isn’t there yet when he gets back, so he just fixes his hair and sits in his chair across from the couch.

His eyes were glued to her face when she got back, and even worse than before now she was covered in his scent. Not only that, but her attempt to cover everything was failing miserably. Bran stood up and walked over to her and placed his hands on her knees. “Can I?” his voice was lower than it was earlier, he hoped it wasn’t noticeable. He didn’t wait for an answer before pushing her knees down so that her feet touched the floor. “And no, I’m not hungry.” 

[shadowbxllet]

Pan lets him walk out, even though the longing for him is entirely too clear. She didn’t even know what she wanted. Half the time she wanted to forget what they had, or almost had, and the other half she was tearing herself apart for not saving him. Of all the things she could do, all the things she’d mastered in her life… Why couldn’t she save the ones she loved?

Watching him walk away isn’t anything new, but it still hurt like hell. A large breath escapes her throat once he’s out of sight, and she’s slumping against the bathroom door. How could he still do this to her? She felt like a fucking teenager again. “Damn it,” she mutters, ripping off her blood stained shirt as she shoves open the door. It smells like him. Everywhere. And now she had to wash herself with his soap, and cover herself in his scent. Fuck it all.

The shower is hell, and she can’t manage to distract herself with the issue at hand. How does she return the vampire to his time? Her brain is running on a loop. Bran. Bran. Her Bran. Hers. Shuddering, she shuts the water off abruptly and clumsily climbs out. But once she’s dry, she realizes she can’t put her torn and stained clothing back on. Huffing, she tries to think which of her body parts will be more distracting or distressing for him to see and opts to cover her small, pert breasts before going to find him.

“I need clothes,” she says flatly, standing unashamed and staring at his back.

[hybridthxory]

Bran does anything and everything to keep his mind from wandering, but of course she’s all he can focus on. The sound of the water slipping down her skin into the drain. Like each drop was a reminder of what he walked away from nearly every time. He could have had her, but who wanted someone that killed their own father out of bloodlust? Not even the most loving mother.

He was throwing daggers at the wall hoping the clanking would drown her out, but he knew his senses better than that. Focusing on the wall instead of her was the goal, but he wanted to be certain she was alright. When she got out, he stopped focusing on her just enough to let her sneak up on him.

Bran only meant to glance at her, but his gaze fell immediately to her legs when he saw her state of dress. That was something he had in common with his father, and boy he really hated finding that out by accident. He was transfixed on her thighs long enough to open his mouth without his consent. They were pulsing with life and so much of her could be tasted there.

“... Ahh.” he tugged at his necklace while he slowly raised his eyes back up and hoped they weren’t pitch black. “Tight... I mean right!” he mumbled a string of curse words under his breath, “Just, if you go back up to my room there is a wardrobe full of large shirts and you know other shit to wear.” He wanted her in his clothes so she could smell even more like she belonged to him. This was not just for her safety from the others, but also because he liked her smelling like she was his.

[shadowbxllet]

It wasn’t a good choice, touching her like that. Even if it was just a brush of the finger, he knew exactly what that did to her. She bites back a shiver, staring after him as he begins to leave the room. “Bran-” she starts, the fear of losing him gripping her heart and making his name come out in a rush. Abruptly, her cheeks turn red and she’s staring at her feet.

She hated how he made her feel, like suddenly her entire being was yearning. Pandora wasn’t a person who liked to be touched, not by anyone, but with him it was like all common sense went out the window. She just wanted to be held by him, she wanted to hold him back. The heat he shouldn’t possess soaking into her battle weary muscles. Her head tilts to the side at the thought, exposing her long neck. It bore scratches from the vampire’s teeth that she’d slain, a bruise from a fight she got in two days ago, and a plethora of beauty marks.

“Um…” she realizes she needs to say something now that she’s said his name. “I need a towel.” It’s all she can come up with but they both know it’s not true. Fairies didn’t do the whole shame of nudity thing. She’d walked around buck naked in front of him before, and she loved to air dry in the humidity of the bathroom. But standing here, eyes downcast and neck exposed, she couldn’t think of anything more valuable to say.

[hybridthxory]

He didn’t turn around when she called his name, but he did stop like her voice commanded him to freeze. Dead still, he waited for her to say anything. Like it’s good to see you, it’s been a few years, how are you holding up, or I see you got a castle. The silent command stretched on, but he stayed like an obedient old dog because he could hear her heart beating swiftly. The blood boiling in her cheeks was louder than the crash of his body when he was embedded in the walls earlier.

Bran relaxed when he realized she was building up her courage to finish her sentence. It was like an eternity waiting for her, but he would wait as long as he had to because time was on their side even now when it was tearing the world apart. He started walking again when she finally spoke, “The towels are in there under the sink. Don’t worry they’re all clean.”

With each step, he knew she didn’t need a towel because she never really wanted them before. Maybe she wanted him to stay, but he wanted to go before he sunk his teeth into her skin.