@porters-fangs had a wonderful idea about Porter and Treasure during Halloween, and with their permission, I decided to make a thumbnail and fic to go along with it :)
You can find their post here (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
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“You?”
The tone was enough to have Porter’s lip threatening to curl, but instead, he offered a sardonic smile in response to the other’s shock.
“Yes, Vincent. Is it truly that surprising that a vampire would take advantage of such an eventful evening?”
Vincent didn’t respond, still gaping like a child that was told no for the first time, somehow running Porter’s nerves more than if he’d been his usual frustrating self. Flicking his gaze over toward Sam once he’d had his fill of Vincent’s mug, he was met with a much less dramatic sight. The furrow in the man’s brow was enough for Porter to understand that he was also somewhat shocked at his decision, the sigh of exasperation that wished to escape forced down.
“This, of all the acts I’ve committed, is what makes you both lose all sense of decorum? Really?”
Sam cleared his throat, he and Vincent meeting eyes before offering a response.
“It just doesn’t seem like somethin’ you’d be all that interested in. That's all.”
Porter supposed the man had a point, as he could care less for the holiday itself. It just gave people an excuse to drink beyond their limits and crowd the streets as if they’d never seen a pavement before. What had once been a night to feed without the worry of being caught had long since lost its charm. He was neither a newborn nor desperate for blood—images of a certain human smiling up at him with playful eyes much more appealing.
His lips threatened to curl again, though this time, it was for a much more pleasant reason.
He had half a mind to let it happen, but Sam’s voice pierced his thoughts, and Porter didn’t miss the shit-eating grin that affected the other’s tone.
“It isn’t somethin’ you’re interested in.”
Porter rolled his neck, unamused at the other’s ability to read expressions as if they were pages in a book. “Gold star, Samuel. Are you sure you’re a vampire and not a telepath?”
Sam didn’t take the bait, instead continuing as he leaned back in his chair, the foot that had once been wiggling against his opposite knee now still.
“You’re going for them, aren’t you? How precious.”
Porter would have hissed at his teasing if not for Vincent who seemed to still be piecing together what Sam was implying.
“Them?” he repeated curiously, attention moving back and forth between the two. Porter and Sam watched him come to the conclusion himself, the latter much more amused once he finally reached it. “Them! You’re celebrating Halloween because of that human, aren’t you?”
Having reached his limit of humoring his clan members, he moved toward the door in the blink of an eye, the vibration in his pocket perfectly timed for his departure. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and waved it in farewell, making sure the name on the screen was visible to confirm their assumptions.
“Happy Halloween…may it be as sweet for you as it will for me,” he said with a smile that was all teeth, escaping before he could hear a response.
There were much more important matters to attend to.
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Treasure’s apartment door was unlocked when he arrived.
Odd, but they had mentioned how a family friend was going to be assisting them with their costume. They had insisted on going big this year, explaining how they always wished to do so but how plans often fell through. The reason for why plans fell through was left unsaid, but Porter knew by the half smile they wore when talking about it that it no doubt had something to do with their former friend group. Refusing to allow them to move backward, he’d held them close, lips brushing against their temple as he told them he’d await their costume with bated breath.
Treasure’s flustered smile and promise that it’d be worth the wait had caused his anger to fade, replaced with adoration and admiration.
A treasure, indeed.
Slipping into their apartment, he locked the door behind him, the key he’d been given tucked safely away in his inner jacket pocket. He carried it wherever he went, unsure if it was a bad habit or part of his routine now. Regardless, it felt comforting, in a way. To have a place where he was actually wanted.
“Treasure?” he called, not wanting to startle them with his arrival. He heard shuffling from their bedroom and a soft shit, after what sounded like a particularly hard thump. Chuckling, he moved toward the door, knocking gently. “The point of me announcing my presence was so you didn’t hurt yourself, you know,” he teased, the thump against the door causing his smile to grow.
“Asshole,” they huffed, but the smile they wore was too audible for it to be an insult.
“Heard that. How cru—” he paused as the door opened, words dying in his throat. His smile faded, eyes going wide at the sight of them.
“You were supposed to,” Treasure replied with a grin, flashing fangs at him that made his stomach churn.
“You…” he tried again, but the words felt almost stuck, driving him toward what felt like suffocation.
“Figured I’d be a vampire this year,” they said with a shy chuckle, looking down at their outfit before meeting his gaze expectantly. “Very on brand, don’t you think? The makeup was the hardest part but I think it pulls everything together well.”
Porter didn’t answer, too distracted by the heterochromatic contacts that smothered their eye color entirely. His brain struggled to remember what they looked like with anything other than red and grey eyes, the sight of them bordering on uncanny. The fight to correct what felt so wrong was lost, his focus shifting back to the point of their fangs and the fake blood that slipped down their face, past their chin, and toward their collarbone.
Following the rusty brown-colored trail, his hands reached for them, pulling them close to inspect their neck to be sure he wasn’t truly seeing what he thought he was.
The realization it was no doubt effect make-up didn’t ease the panic in his chest, the scarring and falsely raised skin all too real in appearance. Too marred and bruised: not at all gentle like he always was with them.
Not needing to imagine how painful it would have been if it were real, he closed his eyes, burying his face into their neck to hide the pitiful dear-in-the-headlights expression he no doubt wore. Every beat of their racing heart helped bring him back from the delusions and borderline terror that took over his every thought.
Treasure was still human.
Treasure was still alive, breathing and running their hands through his hair patiently while he attempted to pull himself together.
And yet, seeing them in such a state had only reinforced how easily that could change. Fragility is part of human nature no matter how much it terrified him to acknowledge.
“Hey,” Treasure whispered, “If you aren’t feeling great, we don’t have to do this,” they promised, considerate as always and managing to silence the turmoil raging away within him. “We can just stay here and—”
“No,” Porter assured, clearing his throat. He felt awful, for more reasons than one, forcing a smile onto his lips and raising his head. He wrapped his arms around them as usual, “Let’s have fun tonight. It would be a waste for you to not show off how gorgeous you look,” he whispered, hating that it wasn’t a lie. They shouldn’t look so beautiful this way.
Not when they looked so much like him.
Treasure warmed against him, putting every fear and nerve to rest as he held them closer.
“You think so?” they murmured, scanning over his expression skeptically. “I’m not used to being so dressed up…if it looks awful—”
“Quite the contrary,” Porter said with an attempt at a chuckle. “It’s so perfect that I’m beside myself on how to even go about beginning to compliment you.”
Treasure hummed, hands clasped together and resting against the back of his neck now. “You could show it instead,” they offered, Porter pushing the air from his nose and moving so his forehead rested against their own. “Only if you want to,” they added quickly.
“Careful what you ask for,” he spoke with a teasing drawl, already imagining how he’d rid them of the make-up, the costume, and everything else that caused conflict within him. He wanted to see them: their warm eyes and smooth skin.
But a selfish part of him that he'd begun to despise also wondered what it would be like to have them at his side forever...to have them be the first he wanted for what he'd once believed was a rather bleak eternity.
“We still have a long night ahead of us…I’ll be more than happy to show you exactly what I think of this look once we return.”
Treasure nodded, clearing their throat as they backed away, using one hand to fan themself while the other rested on their hip.
“Deal. So…where should we go first?”
Porter listened as they rambled, listing off the various places they’d researched all for the sake of a good night. And a good night, it was, especially when they removed the contacts because they were drying out their eyes, revealing the color he'd been hoping to see all evening. And when they went to fetch a late-night bite (a pun Treasure was extremely proud of, much to Porter's resignation), the fangs were removed, Treasure grumbling about how troublesome they were when they attempted to eat.
It was made all the better when he and Treasure shared a much-needed shower, slipping into bed together as he followed through on the promise he'd made to them earlier in the evening.
"Thanks...for humoring me," Treasure had murmured while buried into his neck, regaining their breath and slipping into a restful sleep in his arms.
Porter remained awake even when he felt his lids grow heavy, silver eyes glued where the gruesome bite mark that had made him sick was now replaced with one he’d given them at their request.
A mark that would never bring them pain or terror—only pleasure and the promise of his protection from a fate like his own.
Last year around november I had a dream where Erik released a new anthology that he somehow managed to keep hidden from the public.
By this, I mean that the anthology was released publicly, but nobody realized because no one got actual notifications for it.
The anthology was spread through characters' playlists as a hidden Easter egg, and the theme was audios he never finished/recorded and audios he wanted to make but never did. It was all flashback style like past/present, but with a twist.
In my dream, the thumbnails were extremely different. The icons were squared shaped and sharp, and the font was more funky and messy. I remember a Lasko audio and a Sam audio, so naturally, I had to make visuals before I forgot about it.
AUDIO RP | Lasko's D&D Campaign | [M4A]
AUDIO RP | Learning How To Cook A Meal With Your Vampire Mate | [M4A]
The reason why I didn't post this sooner was because I wanted to eventually make more concepts other than the ones I saw in my dream, but it was way too much work (since I have to remake the icons and that takes time) and the motivation never came to me. I might pick it up again if this gets attention, though!
