Harry Wise by J. Brian

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Harry Wise by J. Brian
The Vampire Marleau has a signature drink called The Thrombo™️ and it’s just preworkout and AB pos mixed together in a blender bottle. He keeps it in the team fridge with a little sticky note on it and sometimes a rookie gets dared to drink it and everyone stands around chanting THROMBO THROMBO. Team doctors can’t figure out why players have such shockingly high iron levels.
We will finally see These Shoes Fit Perfectly in 4k... after 30 years....
i think ilya remembers his warriorking past lives one time and one time only when he does some designer drug in sketchy club in newark and he immediately begins speaking in saxon or but it just really annoys him because nobody understands him when he tries to order more shots
this friday the 13th let's all hold space for the vampire marleau.
So....how are we holding up?🤯
just a taste || Rated M || 3.6k
RELATIONSHIPS: Ilya Rozanov & Cliff Marleau, Ilya Rozanov/Cliff Marleau
TAGS: the vampire marleau, the immortal warrior marleau, and his scary mirror, mind control, mildly dubious consent, ilya's inhibitions are lowered but he's not forced to do anything, ilya's psychic shield, alcohol, kissing, biting, blood, vampires, angst, crack treated seriously, like im so serious about this
SUMMARY: Blood. Dribbles rolling down the sides of his face and the neck below. Joining their brethren where spit and sweat congregated. It was terrible. It was so fucking good. It took every ounce of his willpower to withdraw his teeth from where they'd built their home in the chasms of Ilya's neck bites.
OR: Ilya finds out the truth, and Cliff mourns the inevitable.
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