Alright, off of my previous post
I NEED a Timbart vampire fic like this instant, I need it, I thrive for it, I starve for it, I am a desperate woman clawing at the walls of her inclosure.
Please
Tim who turns Bart, I’m begging.
Something like
“Hey Bart, can I talk to you for a sec?” And it’s Tim tugging Bart back by the arm as Cassie and Kon fly off.
It’s about 2 weeks into the vampire apocalypse, and there’s news warnings about being weary of your loved ones. Anyone could be a vampire and it’s important to watch out for who you trust.
But Bart trusts Tim (and they aren’t yet together romantically, matter a fact there’s minimal signs that they’re into one another)
“Yeah, sure. What’s up?” And it’s Bart turning back around to look at Tim.
Tim starts walking around, pacing, in a semi circle around Bart kind of. “This whole” Tim waves his hands around “vampire thing is a little crazy huh?”
“You don’t even know the half of it.” Bart’s sighing and leaning over to stretch a little, hands on his knees, hyper extending them a little.
“Mmm, you’d tell me right?” Tim’s walking in a slightly smaller circle now, but Bart still trusts him.
“Tell you?…” Bart’s sighing and standing up again.
Tim’s behind him now, not touching him yet, Bart hasn’t bothered to turn around.
“If you were a vampire?” Tim inches closer just a little, Bart would be able to feel his body heat right now, but it’s a cold night so he excuses it.
“Well, yeah? Obviously Red.” Bart’s smiling a little and is going to turn around.
“Yeah, same” but Tim throws an arm over Bart’s shoulder and he’s kinda hugging him now from behind.
Bart hums a little, a breeze hitting his face.
“You know I trust you right Bart?” Tim slots his chin over Bart’s shoulder now, tilting his head a little, nose brushing his neck.
“I trust you too Tim, just as much if not more” Bart grins, turning his own head a little to look at Tim’s face. To look into Tim’s masked eyes, white pupils looking back at him through the domino, he wishes he could see them blue right about now. Since this whole thing has started Bart has barely had the chance to sit down and talk with his friends face to face without masks.
“Mmhmm,” Tim hums a little, hurrying his face in Bart’s neck. “It’s good that you trust me.”
And Tim’s mumbling that into his skin, and Bart can feels his teeth, feel them cold against his warm skin. He can feel the pearly whites, feel them a little…sharp.
And Bart’s thinking that last part over when they pierce, when sharp teeth sink into his neck, and it’s Tim who’s biting him with all too sharp fangs.
Bart flails and tries to move, but Tim has a hand wrapped around his torso and a hand gripping Bart’s chin to the side to expose more of his neck.
And…and Bart passes out.
Then he wakes, they’re on the ground now, when’d they get on the ground? Tim’s cradling him close like when they were kids, Tim has his nose buried in Bart’s hair.
Bart feels something cold dripping down his chin, and bringing a shaky hand up to wipe at it, and the back of his hand comes back red.
Tim’s arms tighten a little around him, holding onto him like a vice, and Bart feels useless.
“It’s okay buddy”
And Bart makes an aborted sound that doesn’t sound human.
“Hsshhh, it’s alright, all good. You bled a little and I did too.”
So it’s Tim’s blood dripping down his chin, from the corner of his mouth. Did Bart drink it?
- they’re both around they’re twenties by now
- Tim is taller than Bart
- Tim goes by Red Vulture