A Quick blurb based on my upcoming Vi Werewolf fic <3
"Somethings different about you."
"Well, we haven't seen each other in days. Maybe you just forgot what I looked like."
A tired sigh leaves Vi's lips, big eyes begging for you to understand something that she couldn't, no, that she wouldn't say. That seems to be a constant in your relationship - one moment she's begging for your attention, telling you endlessly that she felt a connection to you unlike anything she's ever felt before. Then, as soon as you start to feel truly enamored, she pulls away and says its because of something she 'can't explain'.
Well, now you didn't have time for her games or emotional dilemmas. You had had a rough two days, in the span of 48 hours getting into a traumatic car accident that left you and your brother lightly injured physically, but had scarred you mentally after watching a poor woman be dragged out of her vehicle into the night by something. Your brother insisted that he knew what it was, that the ensuing changes that were happening to both of you after the animal scratched you had a supernatural explanation.
Every time the word 'werewolf' had passed his lips you had brushed him off with an eye roll. But you couldn't lie to yourself and say that these changes didn't confuse you; your hair was considerably thicker and longer, you felt an extreme hunger for meat, even catching the both of you snacking on uncooked ground beef from the fridge, and had felt a full body euphoric feeling when the moon peaked through the clouds.
You couldn't explain it, and maybe you didn't want to. And you really didn't feel like dealing with your neglectful girlfriend right now.
While you're deep in thought she takes the chance to inch closer and closer to you, gently raising her hands, warm and scarred like always, until they rest on your covered shoulder. You try your hardest to not let your mask slip and react to finally having her touch back on your body.
"I swear, all of this, everything I've done, I can explain it to you soon. Just give me a couple of days while I handle some things, yeah?"
Her voice is heady and deep as she tries her best to soothe you, bringing one large hand up to your facebto brush away a stray hair before resting it on your cheek, tilting your head until your cloudy eyes meet her steady ones.
"I'm just so... confused, Vi. It feels like everything's changing, and you convinced me to let you in, and now you're just leaving me here -"
"Hey hey hey, come on baby, dont say that," She coos, using her thumbs to wipe away any stray tears that escape from your eyes. It felt so familiar, reminding you of only a few months ago when you had confided in her your doubts about becoming serious with her and how you were scared to become attached to people after your parents untimely deaths. She had comforted you then exactly how she's doing now, physically grounding you to set your mind straight.
" 'M not leaving you, i swear im not, gorgeous. Please believe me, this'll all be over soon. I promise."
You nod, overwhelmed with the sudden feeling of warmth in your chest that grows the closer she gets to you. She pulls you into a hug, her frame towering over your body and gripping tightly onto your back while yours do the same to hers.
You're initially confused at the pressure that rises from your chest into your throat, figuring that the emotional moment with your lover was just a sudden shock after days apart and questioning the solidity of tour relationship. But you know what uncertainty feels like. You know that it normally causes a pounding in your head and makes your knees feel like they'll give out at any moment. This feeling, this urge, it isn't that.
It's hunger. Raw and desperate and primal.
You tilt your head back from her neck just enough until you can press your lips to her, a surprised gasp escaping her mouth before she eagerly melts into the kiss. Your nails dig into the skin of her neck, and you roughly bite her lip until she's tugging her head back to look at you. You can see the slight bed of blood that forms on her bottom lip, and it fills you with a glee you dont think you've felt in years.
Before she can question you, you move your antics downwards, kissing across the exposed skin of her cheeks, her chin, and down to her neck as you revel in the choked moans that ring from her throat. She's moaning your name, voice pitched and whiny when you bite at the skin of her neck.
But before you can even control the urge, before you can even ask yourself what the hell you're doing, your teeth and bared and you're biting down into the skin of her neck, hard enough to draw blood, hard enough to eat.
As soon as you taste the thick blood from her veins enter your mouth you're suddenly sitting upright in your bed, soaked from a cold sweat and panting like you'd just run a marathon. You place a hand over your heart, feeling it pound in your chest while you look out of your window yo calm yourself.
The moon is shining, bigger and brighter than you've ever seen it before. It does nothing to ease your worry.
With the recent Byler discourse, I have realized that I don't think half of you even know what queerbaiting is because putting Byler next to Hannigram and Destiel is just factually not correct
MARCH 15, 1989
In a long-abandoned manor located deep within the swamps of Bayou Nwa, one amateur historian made a remarkable discovery. Underneath the floorboards, a satchel with a faded HM monogrammed into the leather was discovered. While a few items of interest were found, the photographs are perhaps the most important discovery. These images are believed to be photographs of the infamous Van der Linde gang shortly before their dissolution.
“If these pictures are indeed of the Van der Linde gang, they paint a picture of the gang’s day-to-day life,” historian Josephine Chǎtaney noted, “Oftentimes, we get so caught up in the infamy of the group that we forget that they, too, were in fact real people.”
The gang’s exploits were recorded in the firsthand account of John (Jack) Marston’s 1927 novel American Venom and later popularized by the 1959 film Red Dead Redemption starring John Wayne.
”I really think these pictures are of Dutch’s boys. I mean, these guys are legends. Honestly, I can’t believe I got lucky enough to find these.” the amateur historian — a man by the name of Ricky De Santa — went on to say.
The photos are currently under the care of the Blackwater Historical Society, undergoing restoration to be displayed in the Blackwater Museum.
John (Jack) Marston declined to comment on the photographs.
