@firewolfkelly asked: For your road trip writings: “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?” (from the prompt list) with Batsy :D
I mistakenly published this WHILE STILL WRITING IT, so instead of leaving it while I hurried to write the rest, I deleted the ask and rewrote as a text post. I’m so sorry for tripping up!
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Wake Me Up
It was the perfect vacation. A drink in your hand, a wide-brimmed hat perched on your head, sun warming your body while gentle waves lapped at the pristine beach. You truly could not have asked for anything better. After years of struggling, of hiding from people who sought to harm you and your friends, you could finally rest, and treat yourself. This place was perfect. Calm, isolated, cool...
Wait, cool?
In an instance, the scene began fading, and you became aware of something cold poking your side. With a disgruntled whine, you rolled over, pawing to get your covers off and blearily blinking into the pale light of morning.
“The house best be on fire, or I swear to god, I will stake you,” you grumbled, finding your vampire protector perched on the side of your bed.
“Wow, you are grumbly,” Batsy quipped with a crooked smile, looking at you expectantly.
Grabbing your phone, you pressed the home button, groaning even louder when you saw the time, “It’s 4 am. What the fuck could be so important you have to wake me at 4 am? I was having a vacation, man!”
His demeanor changed immediately, as if remembering that he was the only true nocturnal being in the house and that you, like all humans, valued your sleep. Wringing his hands, Batsy looked at you, weighing his options. With a heavy sigh, you sat up.
“Come on, spit it out.”
“Cuddle.”
You blinked, fairly sure you heard him wrong. “I’m sorry, come again?”
Batsy pulled a little at your covers. “I’d... like to cuddle.”
“You... You come to my room and wake me up at 4 am, to cuddle?” you repeated, staring at him. He was usually not the cuddly type, more prone to other means of relaxation.
The vampire nodded. “It’s lonely. You all sleep, and I... can’t.”
Well, this was new.
More often than not would he expound on the virtues of being a vampire, teasing you that one quick nip could grant you the same comforts. To see him like this, vulnerable and almost human was... strange. Falling back dramatically onto your pillow, you let out an exaggerated exhale and lifted your covers. Even in the dim light, you could see the way he lit up, hurriedly crawling in under the covers, scooping you close to his chest.
"Thank you..." he whispered, the sincerity evident in his voice.
"I can't say no to you," you yawned, settling against his cool skin. "But next time just... join me. 'Cause if you wake me up one more time at 4 am, I will stake you."