Howdy everybody, I'm alive I'm medicated and I can write again!! (Not that I technically couldn't before but executive dysfunction is a bitch)
Below the cut is something of a ramble drabble. It's ~1000 words of sniperspy as a werewolf and a vampire, though with spy being the werewolf and sniper being the vampire. Enjoy!
Also small warning for a mention of self harm near the beginning
Ik the usual expectation with werewolf x vampire sniperspy is to have sniper be the werewolf and spy be the vampire but like shit dude the reverse is scrumptious to me.
A werewolf spy would be the kind of man who feels such deep shame about being an inelegant monster that it would turn into self harm almost immediately. He'd try to declaw himself, to silence himself whenever the mere suggestion of an irritated growl wells up in his throat, to do anything and everything in his power to appear normal. He'd lash out at his teammates more than normal, would likely have to give up smoking because the smell of the package itself would feel so strong. And maybe, just maybe, he'd notice something different about the way sniper smells.
The copper stench of blood is usually reserved for the battlefield, but whenever the two men are in the same room, the scent is unmistakeable. Blood. But not his own -- and it's on his breath. Spy would squint at him for a moment, as though trying to ask a question without moving his lips, though, ultimately, silence falls on no ears. (As far as he knows, at least)
Sniper is already something of a loner. He stays away from the base, living in his van and catching the rays of sun whenever he wishes. That is, up until he's suddenly accosted by someone while out on the town, and turned into a blood-sucking monster. Food wouldn't nourish him anymore, and while water would wet his throat it couldn't fix the agonizing pain of a hunger he wouldn't understand. (Also I can't immediately figure out a good place to fit this but sunlight would become painful, so like on the second night of vampirism he'd move into a spare room that's usually reserved for storage. Spy would hear this commotion and watch him invisibly until making some kind of mistake and revealing himself)
He would realize the truth of his newfound needs after someone from the opposite team got to the one good spot on the battlefield, the only one with decent visibility that's also out of the sun. He would kill them, and then it would feel so automatic to simply bite a vein and suck. You know that feeling when you wake up in the night, thirsty, and drink water in a concerning fashion and have to like breathe differently for a second after you finish drinking or maybe before you can go in for seconds? Yeah it's like that. The corpse is busy bleeding out while he drinks whatever doesn’t end up on the ground — he has some standards.
He's able to shower off after battle, getting rid of any dried blood he may have missed when sloppily wiping his face with his hand. He doesn't bother with cleaning out his mouth though.
When spy looks at him for just a little longer than he might usually (the typical version lasts around two seconds and ends with either an eye roll or a sneer of some type. Maybe a comment of how his hair looks like shit), sniper would ask "well what's wrong with me today?", expecting any number of typical responses -- an insult, a snide chuckle, something. Instead spy would take him roughly by the collar of his shirt and drag him into his room before asking why he's acting so weird lately. Sniper would be like "me? What about you?? It's like someone turned a dial and amped everything about you up to a ten!" Spy would sidestep this (ie ignore completely) and point out how he saw sniper move into the main base building, and that he smelled blood on his breath of all things. He's been acting differently since that big outing the entire team had, so what happened?
Sniper would turn this back on spy and it would be in some sort of way that actually gets under his skin and makes him talk. So then Spy would confess about what happened, how some furry beast tried to mug him and even bit his arm. “Our lovely medic didn’t ask [what bit me], so I didn’t tell.” Sniper would probably call him a lucky bastard, before showing off his own bite scar, two little puncture holes on his neck. “Hurt like hell to get them too.”
The tension would’ve calmed down after that, and they might actually discuss, civilly, what the hell they’re gonna do. Sniper would say smt like “if you’re a werewolf, you need to worry about the full moon — unless you actually want for our team to know you’ve been changed.”
Spy would respond with a dry laugh and say “And I’m sure you’d just love to tie me to a tree and keep watch.”
“If it keeps you out of trouble? Yeah.” In this moment Sniper cares about Spy, he gives a shit about whether he lives or dies and whatnot. “It’s not like I need to sleep.”
Smash cut to a few days later, and both of them know it’s gonna be the full moon but they don’t know how long the transformation is gonna last. The sun is at the edge of the horizon so Sniper doesn’t burn to death bc vampirism is a pain in the ass. Spy, being Spy, bought his own rope. It’s durable, but not something unpleasant to the touch. While Sniper gets busy with knots, Spy is a little nervous (though he’d never admit it). He doesn’t want to hurt his friend (as strange as that sentiment sounds to him). He’d tell him to make sure the knots are actually done properly, so he can’t escape, and if anything happens he’d ask Sniper to defend himself, to kill him if it’s necessary. Sniper is self-assured though, says he knows what he’s doing and it’ll be just fine.
The night passes peacefully, aside from the sounds of Spy’s snarls and growls as he struggles against the trap he asked to be put into. Sniper gets to catch up on some reading and he thinks out loud about his and Spy’s relationship (if it can even be called that). Assuming that Spy can’t actually understand what he’s saying, he lets it slip that he actually cares about him quite a lot. Maybe he mutters something about how someone could call it love, the things he feels for him. And well, Spy obviously does understand but he won’t remember everything from this night clearly for a couple of days after it passes.
The memories hit him like a truck, at a most inconvenient time too like it’s while they’re supposed to be in battle. So instead of doing what he’s supposed to be doing (killing folks, yknow the usual), he goes to find Sniper and it’s while he’s actively drinking some poor sap he just killed so he’s covered in blood. Kinda unsanitary. Sniper makes some comment but Spy interrupts him and says, “You love me.” and for a man who calls himself elegant, refined, capable of wooing people, he finds himself completely unable to say anything in that sort of way. “You said that you love me. You said it to my face.”
Sniper wouldn’t understand momentarily, sort of getting ready to defend himself just in case there’s something wrong with what he had said. “I didn’t mean to say that, didn’t mean to let that slip. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry — explain yourself. Please. Do you actually love me or were you only talking?”
“I think I do.”
And then maybe they kiss and laugh about how horrible Spy finds the blood tastes. (maybe he offers to let Sniper drink his own blood sometime)
…So maybe he was lying a bit. He couldn’t be absolutely sure Sniper was awake, or even at home– but where the hell else would he be? Sniper usually left with the van, that was kind of the whole stupid point of living in a glorified closet on wheels in the first place. And he’d still shown up for today’s match earlier– Scout had seen a flash of him, before he’d squirreled himself away somewhere to throw jars at the BLUs and cackle about it like a discount Bond villain– so he couldn’t be far.
Oh no, not another WiP lmao.
This one IS gonna be a oneshot tho I swear.
When— and I mean when(!!!)- I post the one-shot that will stay a one-shot— I want readers to know that Sniper’s eyeshine isn’t silvery white. When I say it’s amber-orange— it looks like this:
