I keep thinking about Werewolf!Folio. I know when you answered that nail polish ask, you said Folio gets protective of Noah (but were you talking more about Puppy!Folio rather than Werewolf!Folio? 'Cause you mentioned headspace, I don't know, ignore me), but I can't stop thinking about Werewolf!Folio being super protective of reader! Like he's all scary and territorial but also will eat out of the palm of your hand. AHHH. My favorite dynamic.
First of all, if you like the idea of werewolf!Folio, I very highly recommend two amazing fics that were posted yesterday: "a gentle kind of beast" by @darksigns-exe and "good boys" by @jestersnotebook .
Werewolf!Folio is fiercely protective of his owner. He might look all cute and domesticated wearing his collar—but don't be fooled. He doesn't hesitate to snap, growl, or snarl at anyone who poses even the slightest threat to his owner.
If you ever need some comfort or reassurance, Werewolf!Folio is always there to support you. If he senses that you're even slightly upset, he quickly finds you, cuddling up to you while making sweet noises. He'll gently grasp onto your hand with his teeth, and guide your hand over to his soft fur. He knows that petting him is your favourite way of de-stressing. He's always happy to curl up with you, either in bed, on the couch, or on the rug in front of the fireplace.
Give him a treat, and you've got the sweetest little creature ever, sitting right in front of you. It's so adorable when he eats out of the palm of your hand—his cold, wet nose pressing gently against your hand, as he hoovers up the treat, licking your hand clean of any crumbs. He's always so gentle about it, careful not to accidentally bite you. After he's eaten his treat, he likes to nuzzle against you, bumping his snout against your side as a form of thanks.
With Your Trust So Clean — Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson (Bad Omens)
Paring(s): Boyfriend!Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Significant Other!Reader
Genre: Comfort, fluff
Summary: Jolly and you go on a weekend getaway where he ends up helping you with your fear of water.
Disclaimer(s): DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT (you will be blocked), GN reader, no use of "y/n", reader's description is left purposefully vague, SFW
Warning(s): Real person fanfiction
Word Count: 1,151
Song: Trust by Surf Curse
Author's Note: I've almost written for all the Bad Omens boys now! I'm not super happy with how this fic turned out, but I hope you guys still enjoy it!
It was late summer by the time Bad Omens returned home from their series of festival shows in Europe and Inkcarceration in Ohio.
Jolly practically broke down the front door and hugged you until your ribs made a quiet ‘pop’ in protest, only giving you a moment to recover when he let you go before asking if you wanted to take a mini vacation up to Northern California.
“Love, you just got home,” you said through giggles.
“Not today, but this weekend.” He was grinning so much, how could you have said no to him?
“I… Jolly… I don't know.” He basically gave you puppy eyes at your hesitation. “Oh my God, okay… yes.”
His response was to hold your face and pepper kisses all over your cheeks, forehead, and jaw, before leaving one last one on your lips. “Thank you, älskling, you won't regret it!”
That was a lie… sort of. At least first, because regret is definitely what you were feeling three days later.
You stood a few feet back on the shore of a lake the cabin Jolly rented backed up to, watching your boyfriend enthusiastically splash in.
You two had arrived just before sunset after driving for most of the day. Jolly insisted on you being the 'passenger princess', so you got to on and off nap the whole journey. How he was so awake and energized was beyond you.
You watched Jolly dunk his whole body under the dark water, making you tense before he popped back up.
“Gonna join me?” he asked as he wiped his face and walked back into the shallows.
“I'm good,” you said shakily, taking a step backwards, your bare feet sliding over the wet pebbles.
His eyebrows raised, looking you up and down, wondering why you had taken the time to change into swim clothes just to decide you weren't swimming.
“Älskling, you're shaking. Are you cold? The water is nice, and I can warm you up too,” Jolly tried to tempt you, coming closer to the shore.
“N-No, that's okay…” you replied as you curled in on yourself a bit.
His shoulders dropped and he had a sad expression on his face. He said your name softly. “What's going on, huh?”
“Nothing,” you answered too quickly.
“Nothing?”
“Y-Yeah.”
He hummed a ‘mhm’ before fully stepping out of the lake and closing the distance between you two.
His wet hands tenderly cupped your face. “Älskling, what's going on?”
“Jolly, really—” He gave ‘tsk tsk’. “I'm just… it's silly.”
“It's not silly if it makes you this nervous. What is it?”
“I'm… afraid of water. Like, bodies of water,” you explained, gesturing towards the lake. “Like lakes, oceans—even ponds.” He nodded, as if asking you to go on. “I don't know, it's just scary! I'm okay in the shallows until I look out and see how vast the water is, and if I can't see the bottom I freak out, and if I think about what's in the water I freak out even more—”
He shushed your rambling. “Hey, hey, hey. Love, it's okay, I understand.” He used his gentle grip on your jaw to guide your gaze back to his and away from the source of your fear. “I'm not going to push you to, but if you want, I will stay by your side the whole time, ease you in, yeah?”
You glanced between Jolly and the dark water lapping at the small stones. “I… I don't know…”
“Love, nothing is going to happen. I'll hold you the whole time and the second you want out, we get out. I just want you to enjoy our trip, including the lake,” Jolly said softly in a desperate attempt to settle your nerves.
You hesitated for a moment longer, but eventually caved and nodded. “Alright.”
Your boyfriend gave you a loving smile as he took your hands in his, slowly walking backwards into the lake until the lukewarm water came up to your knees.
The sky grew darker by the minute, making the lake even murkier and more ominous, but the pretty dance of colors across the horizon and the grounding feeling of Jolly's skin on yours eased your anxiety.
“See? Not so bad.” He gave you another encouraging smirk.
“Yeah, I guess.”
He pulled you out a little further. When the water reached your chest, Jolly moved his hands to rest on your hips, holding you a little closer. “Still okay?”
“Mhm.”
He was right about the water, it felt nice on your skin, and his hands on your body felt secure.
“You've stopped shaking.”
“What?”
“You're not shaking anymore, you must be feeling a bit better.”
“Oh—yeah. This is… nice.”
“Good, good,” he praised quietly, his palms rubbing up and down your sides. “Think we can go out just a bit more?”
You looked over his shoulder, the water now having turned into a void as the sun fully set. You made a disapproving sound.
“No? That's okay, we can stay right here,” he reassured. No teasing, just listening to your needs.
You moved closer to Jolly, hiding your face in his neck and holding him a little tighter than necessary.
“Love, you're okay. I won't let anything happen to you. Just think about how nice the water feels on your skin, how smooth the rocks under your feet are, how steady my arms are around you.”
You take a few deep breaths, focusing on the things Jolly listed, before sinking further into his embrace, the tension leaving your body.
The both of you stayed like that for some time, enjoying each other's presence and the relief the lake gave you from the day's heat.
As it started to get later, the crickets and frogs grew louder as they awoke for the night, creating a peaceful summer atmosphere.
Eventually, a small yawn left you and Jolly chuckled. “Tired?”
“Yeah… I don't know how you aren't. You drove for like eight hours today.”
“No, I'm tired, I guess just not as much as you, äskling.” He kissed the top of your head briefly. “Should we head back to the cabin? Get ready for bed?”
“That sounds like a good plan,” you agreed as he started guiding you back to the shore.
“I'm proud of you for facing your fear, and for trusting me.” He gave you another quick peck on your cheek. “Maybe tomorrow I can get you to swim out to the floating dock and we can drink fruity cocktails and soak up the sun all day.”
You laughed. “Yeah right, in your dreams Joakim. That would be quite a leap in progress don't you think?”
“Maybe, but I think by the end of this trip I'll get you to do it.” He sounded determined.
You rolled your eyes as you guys walked up to the deck, grabbing your towels and drying off before heading inside for the night.
Author's Note: If you find any grammar or spelling mistakes let me know! And please consider commenting, liking, or reblogging if you enjoyed the fic, thanks!
jealousy of everyone who’s at INK today i swear to god if Bad Omens will play at my birthday again next year i’ll make sure to go to that concert this time (whatever i’ll take - i’d end up broke for sure)
He could hear everyone's heartbeat- all sound in general was louder than he felt it should've been.
Nick Folio. Drummer of metalcore band, Bad Omens.
With a secret so bad, not even his girlfriend knows.
Folio?
Well, Folio is a vampire. That's his secret.
Tonight was a small party for Folio, it was his 28th birthday.
Here's where you come into play- you're Folio's girlfriend.
All night you swore he was acting odd.You found your way over to Noah and pulled him aside.
“Hey, Noah…is Folio acting odd to you?” Noah hums and leans in closer to you- the music so loud altering his hearing.
You repeat your question, louder this time and Noah tilts his head as if rewinding through the night.
“You said, ‘odd’?” Noah asks, voice over the thumping music.
You nod, as Noah tries to think of something.
I haven't seen anything really…he just keeps going in his room with an empty wine glass. I feel like the wine is staining his lips more than it usually would but…nothing else.”
You nod and thank Noah before heading upstairs and finding Folio's room.
You don't knock before you enter- you open the door, you gasp at the sight before you.
Folio's mini fridge is wide open, you see multiple blood collection bags inside the fridge and your boyfriend pouring one in the wine glass that Noah had mentioned earlier.
He notices you before you can say anything - your mouth falls wide open as you see Folio with fangs and blood smeared around his mouth.
Folio runs up to you with inhumane speed and pulls you in his room, covering your mouth with his hand.
He then kicks the door shut while holding you.
His nails grow against your skin, the sharpness feeling threatening considering your compromising position.
“Shhh baby…” he whispers against your ear. “I can hear your heartbeat racing, I smell your fear, sweet girl.”
Tears prick at your eyes and Folio wipes them away with his threatening long fingernails.
“It's not human blood baby, just animal.” He peppers kisses down your neck whilst murmuring.
He releases his hand from your mouth and wraps it around your throat.
“What are you?” You whisper, lump in your throat.
“I'm a vampire, my love.” Folio tells you.
“I can assure you, I've never hunted a human. I only drink animal blood, baby.”
You nod hesitantly, still whimpering. “How can I trust you?” You cry.
“You can't. I don't have anything to prove that I only drink animal blood. You just have to take my word for it. And if you can't? That's okay, I don't blame you.”
You take a deep breath.
“Have you ever wanted to…turn or hunt someone?” you ask, genuinely curious.
“Occasionally. When you're on your period and I'm eating your pretty pussy out I'm tempted to get up and sink my teeth into that neck of yours.” He admits, brushing hair behind your ear.
Your breathing gradually slows and you lean into his touch.
“Does this mean there's other vampires?” You ask, head on his shoulder.
“Yes.” Folio tells you, running his eerily long nails through your hair, a small mark from his abnormally long nails on your neck.
“And…” he continues, “you can absolutely say no but…I really want to mark you so no other vampire can ever take you from me.”
You tilt your head, giving him silent permission and Folio moves his free hand to yours and holds your hand in assurance.
“This might hurt for a moment, baby. Just trust me, you can squeeze my hand however hard you need.”
You nod and tighten your grip on his hand, slightly uneasy.
Folio sinks his teeth into your neck and lets out a pleasure filled groan.
And when he pulls his two fangs out, your eyes turn a crimson red as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, the blood from your neck smearing around both of your faces.
The two tiny marks on your neck, forever marking you.
