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Peculiar (Janus x Reader) Part 2

You were not having a good day, and you were positive that anyone who passed you on the way into your bakery could tell.

You’d gotten in a fight with Cassie this morning, and things got ugly really fast. Normally, you didn’t argue with her, but this conversation hit way too close to home.

She wanted you to turn Janus in to the police, and you understood why, but you couldn’t. You explained your reasoning multiple times, but she shoved it away and labeled it as stupid. You couldn’t make her understand just what the consequences of turning Janus in would be.

Then, she cut in that even if the people he killed were bad people, it was still horrible to murder them, and that was what struck a nerve. Cassie had always been supportive of your job as a monster hunter. She was one of the only people that had supported you unconditionally, so hearing her say that what Janus did was wrong and disgusting hurt because you did the same thing.

You tried to shove the thoughts to the back of your mind as you started prepping to open the store. You didn’t open until 9am, and it was currently 4am. You had a lot of baking to do, so you cranked up some music and got to work.

You started by carrying in six large bowls of pastry dough you’d made last night, followed by four smaller bowls of bread dough.

You decided to start with the pastries since that took the most time, so you took one of the bowls, sat it on the long kitchen island, and sprinkled a bit of flour across the surface. You took the plastic wrap off the bowl and dumped the dough onto the counter.

You made strudels, cream puffs, tarts, quiches, cannolis, eclairs, croissants, doughnuts, danishes, and ten pies before you ran out of pastry dough, so you moved on to the bread dough.

You mixed the proper ingredients into each loaf and slid them into the oven. You had four industrial sized ovens and each one of them was being used. You’d been putting things in as you finished them and taking them out when they were done. Your phone had around 30 alarms going at once to make sure you didn’t leave anything in too long.

Once the bread was in the oven, you took a second to breathe. You opened in three hours so this was no time to take a break. You got to work and started on the more common pastries. You baked cookies, cakes, cupcakes, brownies, cinnamon rolls, and muffins.

You wanted to make more, but when you searched the cabinets for extra ingredients, there weren’t any. Shit, that’s right. You used the extras during the rush yesterday. Well damn. You really hoped this would be enough for today.

With that in mind, you moved on to the fun part. Decorating!

You danced around the kitchen while you worked, and by the time you were done, your mood had improved significantly. On the downside, you were drenched in sweat, and probably looked like a mess. That was why you opted for a building with a shower. You stepped into the bathroom and grabbed the bag with your spare clothes and hair dryer. You showered, changed, and dried your hair before heading out into the kitchen area. You slid your apron on, tying it around your waist. The apron was (f/c) with the name of your bakery printed across the front.

You put out some of the pastries in the long glass case that also served as the counter where people ordered. The cash register sat at the end of the counter, next to the wall. You’d just finished tidying things up when there was a knock on the door. The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon, so you actually had to walk to the door and flip the light on out front to see who it was. Your heart stuttered in your chest when you saw the person’s face. He was carrying a large crate. You could see things like sugar and flour towards the bottom and eggs on top. Sebastian must’ve sent him to deliver your groceries.

Against your better judgment, you unlocked the door and opened it. “Come in.”

You saw the surprise that flickered across his face, but you didn’t comment on it. You just jabbed your thumb in the direction of the kitchen. “Follow me.”

You led him into the back and pointed to the kitchen island. “You can set the box there.”

He did as you said and turned to you. He didn’t say anything. As a matter of fact, he didn’t even move. He just stared at you like he was searching for something.

“You’re not afraid?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Should I be?”

“I’m a vampire.”

“And? Do you want a medal or something?”

“I drank your blood.”

At this point, you were really getting irritated. “Yes, I’m aware. I was literally there.”

“Why aren’t you afraid?” He sounded genuinely confused, and you weren’t sure what to make of that. He posed a good question though. Why weren’t you afraid?

“I’ve been through much worse than a vampire bite.”

The fact that you could say that like it was normal was sad, but you shook it away so easily that he briefly wondered if that had become normal for you.

“Do you have a phone?”

He blinked at you. “What?”

“Do you have a phone?” You repeated.

He reached into his pocket and fished out his phone. You held out your hand, and he frowned before handing it to you.

Whenever you need to feed,” You typed in your number and saved it under your name before sending a message to yourself. You saved his number and held his phone out to him. “Call me.”

This time, he openly gaped at you. The disbelief in his eyes shone as brightly as the neon ‘Open’ sign for the flower shop across the street.

“Excuse me?”

“Listen, you can’t keep killing people.”

“They’re dangerous criminals.”

You sighed softly. “I get that, but I’m a monster hunter. If people keep turning up dead, and everyone finds out I’m doing nothing about it, people will die. They’ll ravage the forest looking for you, and every monster that lives there will be killed. I worked my ass off to keep the good ones safe, and if I have to be a human buffet to do it, that’s a price I can live with. So,” You crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m giving you permission to feed off me, but there are boundaries.” The sun was quickly rising, so you ushered him back to the front. “But, we can talk about that another time. You’ve got a job to do, and I’ve got a shop to run. See you later.”

That seemed to snap him out of his trance, and he nodded. With that, you shooed him out of the shop and flipped the sign in the front window to ‘Open’.

Ten minutes later, people started piling in. You smiled at the regulars and just tried to not look too nervous around the newcomers. Everything was fine until a group that you knew all too well sauntered in the door. The group consisted of four people, Melissa Castillo, Reyna Lewis, Ford McCoy, and Jason Marcos, and they hated you. If they were here, they were planning something. They strolled up to the counter, and you forced yourself to smile. “How can I help you?”

“If you really want to help, you could shut this place down and go back to that forest.” Melissa jeered.

You clenched your jaw and gripped the sides of your apron. “Can I help you with anything in this building?” You ground out.

“Yeah, shut the place down.” Reyna laughed.

“We don’t need people like you in this town.” Ford growled like you were some disgusting piece of gum caught on the bottom of his shoe.

Jason stood a bit to the side, glancing between you and his friends. His eyes met yours, and he quickly averted them. He nudged Ford’s shoulder. “Come on guys, we’re wasting our time here.” He started walking towards the door, and though Reyna scoffed, she followed after him. Melissa and Ford shot one last glare at you before following them.

It took almost ten minutes for you to get your hands to stop shaking, and even then, you didn’t fully relax until you were home.

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The next day, you decided to head over to the monster village in the center of the forest. You were the only human that was actually accepted in the village. You enjoyed checking up on everyone sometimes. It felt weird to have nothing to do. You were used to working five days a week and spending weekends preparing for and doing monster hunts. Since you finally had a free day, you wanted to visit the village.

The second you walked into the village you were tackled by a group of monster children. You probably would’ve fallen on your butt if someone didn’t catch you.

“We really must stop meeting like this, sweetheart.”

You shivered at the voice in your ear. “You really need to stop meeting me like this.” You retorted, but it didn’t have the same effect since your voice was shaking.

Janus chuckled softly and pulled you up into a standing position. He didn’t have time to say anything though because one of the monster kids grabbed your hand and started dragging you off. “Come play with us!”

He watched in amusement as a werewolf child named Jamie asked for a piggyback ride. You crouched down and let him climb onto your back. Mazie, a fairy child, asked to ride too, saying she wanted to see what it would be like when her wings finished growing, so you picked her up and carried her on your hip. The other child started leading you around the village, pointing out every little thing that had changed since you were last here, which was about two weeks. You normally visited once a week, but last week, you had work, the banshee, and getting bit, so you didn’t get to come. Not much had really changed, but you still had fun hearing the kids excitedly tell you about everything. They also insisted on introducing you to a new monster family.

“Mr. Sanders moved in recently too, but you seemed like you’d already met him!” Rika added with a smile, her nine small tails swishing behind her. Rika was the oldest of the three children. She was eight while the other two were six. She led you by the hand as she talked. “He moved in the day after you were last here.”

“He lives down the street from me!” Jamie chimed in.

“Yeah, he’s really nice!” Mazie giggled happily.

“We’re here!” Rika exclaimed, dragging you to the front door of a cute brick house. She knocked on the door. “Mrs. Anderson, there’s someone here to meet you!” She called.

A young woman opened the door and immediately flinched when she saw you.

“Don’t be afraid!” Rika cut in. “This is Y/n.”

“They’re the one we told you about!” Mazie added, and you turned to stare at her.

“You guys talk about me?”

“Of course we do!” Jamie laughed. He patted you on the head with a smile. “We tell all the new monsters about you, so they don’t hurt you by accident.”

You felt warmth swell in your chest until it felt like your heart might burst. You squeezed Mazie gently, reached around to pat Jamie on the head, and hugged Rika. The smile on your face was filled with warmth and the tears glistening in your eyes showed just how touched you were by their kindness.

“I’m happy I met you three.” You looked up at the woman, who was watching the three of you with a mixture of fondness and mild worry. You really didn’t blame her. “And, it’s nice to meet you.”

The woman hesitated for a moment before she smiled. “Nice to meet you too. I’m Leah Anderson. My husband is out right now, but if you want..”

You could tell she was still afraid of you. You offered her an understanding smile. You really did get it. Monsters were raised from a young age to avoid and fear humans. That was a hard habit to break. You knew that much from experience.

“Kids, why don’t we let Mrs. Anderson finish settling in. She’s probably very busy right now.”

Mazie and Jamie complained, but Rika nodded along with you. She was a very smart kid, and you had no doubt that she knew what you were trying to do.

“W-Wait!”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Excuse me?”

Leah shifted nervously, and after a minute, she gave you a small but sincere smile. “Why don’t you come inside?”

“You don’t have t-“

“I want to.”

You couldn’t help the way you grinned. “I’d like that.”

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Bonded (Intruanxceit x Reader) Part 8

You sat slumped against a tree, staring at the place where Dmitri’s body once laid before it crumbled into ash when he died.

It was over.

It was finally over.

The stab wound in the back of your shoulder hurt like hell. It burned with every movement, sending shocks of pain through your back like volts of electricity. You leaned your head back and took a shuddering breath. It hurt. You breathed in dust and breathed out the coppery smell of blood. You could taste it on your tongue as it dripped from your busted lip. You struggled and finally managed to pull your backpack over to you. You dug through it until you found your headphones. You already knew there was no way in hell you could get back home by yourself. If you were really going to die in this forest, you were going to go out the way you wanted. You slid your headphones over your ears and fished your phone out of your pocket. It was a wonder the screen hadn’t cracked during the fight. Apparently, the money you’d invested into a shatter-proof phone case was well spent. You hit shuffle on your favorite playlist and smiled as the music filled your ears. You observed the forest around you as if you were looking into another world, and in a way, you supposed you were. You were facing an imperfectly beautiful world that you would, soon, no longer be a part of. Blood poured down your back, a crimson river whose current would soon wash you away.

You picked up your phone, intent on saying goodbye to the ones you cared about, but your shaky fingers wouldn’t cooperate. After several incoherent messages, you opened your contacts and hit the call button on the last person you’d spoken to.

Janus.

“Hello?”

“..Hey..” You coughed when your voice cracked. “..I’m not doin’ so hot..”

“What do you mean?” He asked confusedly.

“I’m..hurt..Really hurt.”

“Y/n, where are you?”

There was a note of panic in his voice that you’d never heard before, so you took a look around, searching for any defining landmarks, anything you recognized.

“..I don’t know..Somewhere near..home..” You responded tightly, your voice strained as you tried to breathe through the pain.

You heard the crunch of leaves and twigs snapping. “Stay on the phone. I’ll be there soon.”

You knew vampires could smell blood, but you never knew the extent of it. Within minutes, golden eyes were peering down at you.

“What happened?” He asked as he lifted you off the ground.

“Remember when Virgil told you..that I thought Dmitri was still alive?”

He nodded.

“I was right. This time I made sure..that I killed him.” You started to cough again, letting out a cry of pain as it made your body shake.

You felt the feeling of falling that always accompanied one of them teleporting with you, and you instinctively tightened your grip on him. When you blinked, you were in your living room. Janus pulled one of the dining chairs out and turned it around. He sat you down and nudged you to sit with your back facing him. You sat down and pulled your shirt over your head. You knew he’d need it to be out of the way to clean the wound, but that didn’t stop the heat from rising to your face, turning your cheeks pink.

He disappeared into your bathroom, returning with the first aid kit, a wet rag, and a towel. He went to the kitchen next and came back with a bowl of warm water. He sat down and started wiping the blood from your skin. Every now and then, he stopped to take a deep breath, and you were suddenly reminded of the fact that he was a vampire. It was probably hard to handle being around so much blood and being unable to drink it. You couldn’t help but marvel at the amount of self control he had. You were also struck by just how similar this was to the night you met Janus, only now, he was the one helping you.

When the blood was gone, he cleaned the wound thoroughly. You clenched the back of the chair in a death grip and tried not to move. By the time he was done, you were on the verge of tears from the pain. He wrapped up your shoulder and stood up.

“Wait here.”

You hadn’t exactly planned on going anywhere, but you nodded anyway. You could hear him talking on the phone in the kitchen, but the words didn’t register in your muddled thoughts. You flinched when a cold hand touched your shoulder, gasping at the jolt of pain it elicited.

“Shh..”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. You’d never heard Remus talk that softly before. You glanced at him and were even more caught off guard by the sympathy in his eyes.

He moved his hand to your bandaged shoulder. “Breathe, darling.”

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding and slowly breathed in another. You felt warmth seeping into your skin, the energy flowing through your body.

“..You don’t have to heal me..” You murmured.

His eyes shifted to meet yours. “I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “You three are weird.”

He frowned, so you amended your statement.

“People don’t care about me. My own kind doesn’t like me, so why..” You paused, trying to put your thoughts into words. “I don’t get it. I’m nothing special. I hunt your people, so why on earth would you care about me?” You asked helplessly. You just didn’t understand.

You didn’t realize Virgil was there too until he appeared in your line of vision.

“We’ve never met a kind human. We honestly thought they didn’t exist. Then Janus came home claiming a human had saved his life. At first, we were afraid you would sell us out or hunt us down, so we followed you.” He smiled apologetically as he said that. “We kept an eye on you, and we saw how you really were. The way you treated Janus was the way you treated everyone, and that’s when we knew..”

“That we’d do anything to protect you.”

You snapped around to stare at Janus as he spoke.

“The truth is, we felt drawn to you from the beginning. We saw how kind you were, but we also saw how much you were suffering. We saw how the humans treated you. We heard the things they said about you. You were kind unconditionally, and that kindness was never extended to you. We wanted to be the ones to change that.”

Your head was spinning with all the sudden information. They weren’t using you? They didn’t want anything from you? They weren’t going to betray you?

They wanted to help you, protect you, care for you. People don’t- No one ever- Why? Why you? Why…?

You saw Virgil’s eyes widen, and he closed the space between you at a speed your eyes couldn’t comprehend. Despite that, when he cupped your face, his touch was gentle. He was watching you with so much concern, and it burned. You weren’t used to this. You weren’t used to kindness. You didn’t deserve this.

Your vision turned blurry, and you were aware that you were crying, but you didn’t feel the tears. All you felt were the hands on your face and the one on your back. Janus appeared beside Virgil, staring at you with a mixture of sadness and understanding. He knew what you felt. You didn’t know why or even how you knew, but you did. He brushed your hair away from your face and glanced down at Virgil. “Can you take them upstairs? They need rest.”

Virgil nodded, but Janus put a hand on your shoulder before you could move. He slipped off his cloak and wrapped it around your shoulders. Remus carefully snapped the clasp into place, and you ran your fingers over it. It was made of gold and shaped like a snake. You could even see the tiny grooves carved to give the impression of scales. It was beautiful in a strange way.

The pain in your shoulder had decreased significantly, and you offered Remus a small but sincere smile. Since he was crouching down, you were actually a bit taller than him. You leaned forward and kissed his forehead softly, just like he had done to you a few days ago. He blinked owlishly at you, and you fought a giggle at his dumbfounded expression. You reached over the back of the chair and took Janus’ hand. You brought it up to your face and kissed his knuckles gently.

You got up carefully and headed towards the stairs. Virgil was standing beside them, watching you nervously. He was tense, ready to catch you if you needed help. You paused beside him, and pressed your lips to his cheek, smiling when he blushed.

You glanced back at Janus and Remus, who were standing side by side, watching the exchange with a mixture of fondness and amusement.

“Thank you.” You made sure to meet each of their eyes, one by one. “For caring.”

You slowly made your way up the stairs, careful not to move your shoulder too much. When you got up there, you went into your room. You pulled the cloak off and laid it on your bed while you changed into a pair of pajamas. You managed to change with only a bit of difficulty. Whatever healing Remus had managed to do, it worked wonders. The wound was still there, but the pain didn’t feel unbearable anymore, and you were thankful for that. You plucked the leaves out of your hair, resolving to have a shower and tame your hair in the morning. Right now, you just wanted to sleep.

Later, the three of them came to check on you, and they each felt warmth swell in their chests as they looked at you. You were curled up with the covers mostly kicked away and Janus’ cloak curled tightly around your body.

Janus moved to your bedside and pulled the covers over you. He stood there for a long moment, staring thoughtfully at you.

“Just do it, Janny. We know you want to.” Remus giggled with a grin that could rival the Cheshire Cat, earning a glare from the man in question.

“Seriously, dude.” Virgil cut in, a knowing smile on his face. “We both marked her already. It’s not a bad thing if you want to, too.”

“If I remember correctly, you were the one that complained when Remus marked them.”

“Yeah yeah, I know, but when I talked to them that night, I got it. They were scared and hurting, and all I wanted to do was make all of it go away.” Virgil admitted. “I can’t erase all the pain they’ve been through, but I can be there for them now. We can be there for them.”

“You seem very invested in this.”

“We all are. Don’t even try to act like you didn’t disappear in the middle of a hunt when Y/n needed help.”

“You can’t fool us, Janus. You have feelings for them, don’t you?” Remus asked curiously.

“...Why does it matter if I do?”

“Because we like them too, you dingus.” Virgil retorted bluntly before going completely red. He hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that.

Remus covered his mouth to muffle a snort, earning a glare from the purple haired man.

“You both know we’ll lose them some day. Is that really something you want to put yourself through?” Janus murmured, looking more unsure than they’d ever seen him.

Remus and Virgil shared a look and nodded.

“For once, Re and I agree on something. If you’re willing to give this a try, we want to be with them and you.”

The few minutes of silence that followed felt like hours.

“It depends on them, doesn’t it? They were betrayed once, shunned by their kind, and hurt beyond our knowledge. Would they really trust three vampires?”

“They already do.” Remus responded seriously, smiling at the confused frowns he received. “C’mon you two. If I’m the voice of reason, then you two really need to catch up.” He waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, his expression turning serious. “Anyway, that’s not the point. Think about it. When Virgil was covered in burns and quite literally on the verge of dying, Y/n gave him their blood to help him heal because they trusted him not to take too much. When I got in a fight with them, they read me like a book. Even when I held them against the wall and threatened to tear their throat out, they still knew I wouldn’t bite them.”

Virgil nodded thoughtfully. “Not to mention tonight, they were hurt and dying, Janus, and they called you. They knew the risks of a vampire losing control when confronted by so much blood, but they didn’t put up a fight. They didn’t flinch when we touched them. They didn’t even question our restraint. If that’s not trust, what is?”

Remus smiled suddenly. “The night we got in that fight, they said something to me. ‘You may be a monster, but you’re not a monster’.”

Those words and the meaning behind them meant a lot to them. They were monsters by classification, but to you, that’s all it was, a classification. To you, they weren’t just vampires. They were people. They were friends. Those words said that you cared for them, and that meant everything.

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I’ve been working on learning how to make video edits today, and it took an embarrassingly long time to figure it out, but here’s the finished product! I didn’t know what to make it, so I based it off Peculiar. If you guys like this one, maybe I’ll try and make some more.

Anyway, here it is!

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Peculiar (Janus x Reader) Part 1

You had heard there was a new guy in Everrum. That was almost a week ago. Sure, you’d caught glimpses of him and nodded in acknowledgment when you passed him on the street, but you had no intention of introducing yourself to him. You weren’t a people person, not for lack of trying. People just made you anxious and jittery. Besides, you knew they didn’t exactly like you. Sure, they appreciated your efforts to protect the town, but you didn’t miss the things they said about you, the rumors they spread. You saved yourself from a lot of embarrassment and heartache by just keeping to yourself.

You pushed the thoughts away as you trudged through the forest. This was a particularly dangerous hunt. There was a banshee causing trouble throughout the town. It toyed with anyone who went too far into the forest, it’s deadly shrieks bursting eardrums and in a few cases, causing some to go deaf. That’s why you had noise canceling headphones over your ears and your music cranked up so loud you could almost feel the vibrations from it. Your eyes darted around the forest, scanning the trees carefully. With your hearing blocked, you had to watch out.

You caught a glimpse of red hair and barely managed to pull out your dagger before the banshee charged at you. She nicked your shoulder with her claws, but you managed to stab her in the thigh. You could feel the ground vibrate as she screamed. She took off into the forest at an inhuman speed, and you raced after her.

You ran until you saw a figure, but when you got there, it wasn’t the banshee. It was the new guy, Janus, if you remembered correctly.

The guy wasn’t much taller than you. He had dark brown hair and attire that almost reminded you of the Victorian era. It was strange, but it somehow suited him. You shook your head. Now’s not the time for gawking, Y/n.

“Well, what do we have here?” His voice was a bit on the deeper side and held a strange charm that you weren’t sure how to explain.

“Did you see a woman run through here, red hair, really skinny, orange eyes?”

His eyes raked over you before meeting your gaze. “I wouldn’t worry about her.”

“Huh?” You frowned, eyebrows drawing together. “Listen, can you just tell me which way she went?”

“I took care of her.”

“What do you me-?“

That was when you saw it. Red hair, just barely visible through the foliage.

You sidestepped around him and approached it. You expected it, but you still weren’t prepared to see the banshee you’d been chasing sprawled across the ground, limbs broken and bending in directions that just looked wrong. You felt your stomach churn at the sight, bile burning your throat as it threatened to come up. You swallowed thickly, nearly screaming when a pair of hands covered your eyes.

“Shh. Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

Against your will, your eyes drifted shut, your legs giving out beneath you. Another pair of arms wrapped around your waist, holding you against a firm chest. You felt warm. You couldn’t remember the last time someone held you. That was your last thought before everything went black.

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When you woke up, you were at home, more specifically, in your bed. You struggled into a sitting position, groaning when you were hit by a wave of dizziness. You reached over to turn the lamp on, blinking blurrily when light flooded the room.

“What is this?” You mumbled as you picked up the note on your nightstand. Beside it was an apple and a bottle of water.

My apologies for startling you. I also apologize for my lack of self control. I intended to drink the banshee’s blood, but I overestimated my restraint when I knew you were wounded.

I left an apple and some water for you. Depending on when you wake, you may be dizzy. If so, eat the apple and drink the water. Remain seated for at least 5 to 10 minutes before getting up.

You may do what you wish with the knowledge of my vampiric status, but I hope you can forgive me for biting you.

~Janus

You stared at the note in your hands for several minutes, but each time you read the words, they were the same. This has to be some kind of joke, right? But, how would he have even been able to get in your house otherwise? You knew vampires could teleport.

Wait, but that meant…

You dropped the note and scrambled to your feet, stumbling into the bathroom. You clung to the doorframe to keep yourself upright as you stared into the mirror. There was a bandage on your neck, right over the junction where your neck met your shoulder. You peeled it off, your eyes widening as they took in the two puncture wounds there.

“..Shit..”

Hey guys! I know this chapter is pretty short, but that’s mostly because it’s the introductory chapter. The next one will probably be a lot longer, so I hope you look forward to it!

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Things You Need To Know Before You Read Peculiar (Janus x Reader) Part 1

Hey guys! I’m just here to tell you that I’m almost done with the first chapter of Peculiar, but there’s also some stuff you need to know before you read it!

#1: Are Bonded and Peculiar connected to each other?

Yes, they are, but not in the way you’re probably thinking. Everrum is the same town where the Reader, Janus, Remus, and Virgil reside in Bonded. However, the events of Bonded occur in another time, or rather, another timeline.

There are 4 main timelines in this universe. One where the Reader meets all three of them, and obviously, this one where the Reader only meets Janus. I won’t tell you what the other two are because they may become future stories, as well. I haven’t decided yet, and if they are, they won’t be coming until I’ve finished both, this and Bonded.

#2: Why is this timeline different?

Well, for starters, in this timeline, Janus never met Remus or Virgil, and therefore, the Reader never meets them either. They still exist, of course, just outside the scope of this story.

Next, Everrum is much different in this story than it is in Bonded. In Bonded, Everrum is a fairly small town with around 2,000-2,500 people. However, in Peculiar, Everrum is much bigger, just under the population number to be classified as a city. Things are more expensive, which is why the Reader in Peculiar isn’t a full-time monster hunter that sells crops on the side like they are in Bonded. In Peculiar, the Reader owns a bakery, while Janus works a job at a market nearby.

That’s how they met in the first place. The Reader shops at the market where he works for their ingredients. The Reader’s bakery is fairly popular among tourists or new people, but many of the locals avoid the place because of the Reader’s status as a monster hunter. Many unsavory rumors have been spread about the Reader, and that affects how they view the town and its people. The Reader feels more at home in the forest and is somewhat of a recluse. They avoid people like the plague, only interacting when they absolutely have to.

You’ll learn many other things about both Janus and the Reader in this story. They seem like very different people at the beginning. Janus is very clever and puts on a show of being very sultry and suggestive, but that’s only a fraction of his personality.

The Reader, on the other hand, is very anxious and paranoid when it comes to people. They would spend all their time in their home if they didn’t have to work to earn a living. They hunt monsters, but the reason why is deeply personal to them, as are many other things about their past.

They’re both quite secretive about their past lives, and they later share a special bond because of that. They don’t force each other to share anything they don’t want to.

#3: Is this story a Romance?

Yes. There are a lot of different elements to this story though.

There’s a healthy dose of angst, though that takes the form mostly of hurt/comfort. That also occurs in later chapters.

There will be quite a lot of fluff throughout this story, though it comes mainly in later chapters when Janus and the Reader actually become friends.

There will most likely be elements of humor. I have a certain kind of humor that I’m well aware is not always funny to others, but I try.

The romance will take place much later in the story. I’d like to build up their relationship slowly. This story isn’t just about two people falling in love. It’s about character development.

Their relationship evolves through suffering, heartache, haunting pasts, and a friendship/relationship that’s stronger than fear, and I want to portray that as accurately as possible.

Anyway, the first chapter will hopefully be up tomorrow, and I hope you enjoy it!

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Peculiar (Janus x Reader) Story Summary

There's a new guy in Everrum, and he has everybody talking. You can’t get three feet without hearing someone gushing over how attractive he is. They aren’t wrong, but something about him is strange. Even stranger, he seems quite infatuated with you.

There’s nothing special about you. You’re a monster hunter and a loner among your kind. You work hard and live a mostly quiet life, aside from random visits from Cassie, a mischievous but kind pixie that resides in the forest where you live.

Janus Sanders is a peculiar man, and strange things seem to follow him. If there’s anything you’re sure of, it’s that he is hiding a secret- He’s a monster. What kind, you aren’t sure, but you plan to find out.

But, when bodies start turning up all over Everrum, drained of all blood, you begin to fear the worst. Cassie urges you to report Janus to the police, and you know you should, so what's stopping you?

You may be able to resist Janus's bite, but can you really resist his charms?

Note: Hey guys! This is a story idea that I just had, and I wanted to get your opinions on it.

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Okay, I’ve got a question for you guys that I really need an answer to!

I know I just finished Part 7, but I’m working on Part 8 of Bonded, but I want to know something.

Do you guys want me to:

1) Write out the Reader’s fight scene with Dmitri or

2) Skip to the aftermath of the fight

It’s your decision, and I don’t plan to finish the chapter until I get at least one answer.

Thank you! 💕

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Bonded (Intruanxceit x Reader) Part 7

You dropped your bag beside the river. The people in town were complaining that the water in town was acting up. The water pressure was almost nonexistent, and what water was there seemed to spew from faucets, spraying people in the face, flooding bathrooms and kitchens, etc.

Now that you were here you had a pretty good idea why. A lot of investigation and asking around revealed that someone in town might be illegally hunting animals near the river just outside of town. A river that you were well aware housed several sirens.

You shrugged off your jacket and waded into the river, shuddering as freezing water flooded into your shoes and clothes. The water was shallow in this area since the ground here was higher than the rest of the river. That was the only reason you’d even noticed the antler sticking out of the water. You grabbed it and started pulling. A tingle ran up your spine, and you paused. Monster. Where though?

You continued to pull, subtly scanning the area as you did. Something was moving in the trees. Around 20 feet away if you had to guess.

You pulled at the carcass again, feeling the stones underneath your feet shift as you dragged it.

Woman. Maybe 5’4, give or take a few inches. You saw movement again. Blonde hair, dyed that way if the black roots were anything to go by.

You straightened up and stared straight at her. “You plannin’ to just stare at me, Frankie?”

The woman in question poked her head out from behind a tree. “Still sharp as ever, Y/n.”

“Thanks. Wanna give me a hand with this?”

“Not particularly.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real malice behind it. “Alright. Why don’t you tell me where the sirens are then? You’re still dating one of them, aren’t you? Joey, right?”

Frankie strolled over to the bank with a nod. “Jo, you can come out now!��

You yelped when a head popped out of the water nearby. You glared at Frankie. “You could’ve warned me.” You grumbled.

“You’re the one that climbed in a siren’s river.”

“Yeah yeah, I know what I did.” You glanced at Joey. “Do you wanna give me a hand?”

“What, a monster hunter can’t move a deer?”

“You know as well as I do that the monsters I hunt don’t usually end up needing to be dragged away.” You grunted as you hauled the deer another step closer to the bank. “And the few that do aren’t 300 pound deer.”

Joey cracked a smile and swam towards you, the gills on the sides of his face flaring each time he breathed. He ducked under the water and lifted the other side of the deer. Together, you finally managed to drag it onto the riverbank. There was a gaping hole in its side. Killed with a shotgun, no doubt.

Joey crossed his arms and leaned against the bank as you plopped down on the ground.

“How many animals have been dumped in the river?”

“Six.”

“How many have been fished out?”

“Counting the one you just got? One.”

You sighed. You saw that one coming. “Alright, better question. Who dumped them?”

“Shawn O’Connor.”

Another sigh. “Of course it’s gotta be someone way out of my jurisdiction.”

“What jurisdiction?” Frankie laughed. “You’re the only one in this whole damn town insane enough to help a monster. If that’s not outta your jurisdiction, why is that asshole?”

“That ‘asshole’” You huffed. “is part of the city council. As much as I hate it, that means the chances of him even speaking to me are slim to none, especially not when he hears I’ve been looking into his little illegal hunting operation.”

Frankie scowled, and Joey reached out to squeeze her shoulder gently. “So what do we do now?”

“...We set him up.”

“How?”

“Frankie, do you have any extra cameras from when you did photography?”

“Uh yeah, a couple. Why?”

“He doesn’t know this river is a hub for sirens. The river isn’t that long. If we set up some cameras, maybe we can catch him in the act.”

Frankie and Joey shared a look before nodding. “We’re in.”

Two days later, you stood outside the town hall and watched as Shawn O’Conner was led down the front steps. Normally, illegal hunting would be punished with a fine and having his hunting license revoked, but since it was a repeated offense, he’d be spending some time in jail. You were hoping that would teach him not to do this again.

The water problems in town stopped that night.

You hated nights like this, nights when past memories and old emotions bubbled to the surface, keeping sleep just out of your reach.

You pushed the covers back and trudged downstairs. Maybe some tea would help you sleep. You boiled some water and dropped a tea bag into it. Your phone dinged from its place on the counter. It was a message from Virgil.

Are you awake?

Yeah. Why?

Sorry to bother you but can I come over?

Yeah, I’m in the kitchen.

You got that familiar tingle under your skin, and when you glanced over your shoulder, Virgil was sitting cross-legged on the kitchen island.

You held up the kettle in your hand. “Tea?”

“Sure.”

You grabbed two cups and filled them up. You passed one to him and sat down on the counter beside him. “Care to share why you’re here?” When he hesitated, you added. “You don’t have to. You’ve never actively asked to come here, so I was just curious.”

“I got in a fight with Remus.”

“What was it about?”

Virgil sighed. “He marked you. That’s a big deal among vampires.”

“It is?”

“When a vampire marks someone, they’re claiming that person as theirs. The Mark he gave you is only temporary. He would have to bite you for the mark to be permanent.”

You frowned as you thought that over. “But, you bit me. Doesn’t that mean you marked me too?” You asked confusedly.

He shook his head. “It’s not the same. A permanent mark is a bite infused with magic.”

“Why were you upset that he marked me?”

“Because we have enemies, Y/n!”

“So?”

“What do you mean ‘so’?!” He snapped. “Claiming you is like putting a target on your back!”

“I’ve already got a target on my back, Virgil.” You responded somberly.

“What?”

“Remember what I said about Dmitri?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

Your fingers flexed as you gripped your cup. “He’s supposed to be dead. I watched him die.”

“I don’t get it?”

“The fire elemental I fought, the one that burned you, he said that Dmitri would be glad to hear that he’d gotten rid of me.”

“He was probably lying to throw you off.”

“The night I killed Dmitri, there was something he said that never sat right with me.”

“What was it?”

“...He said ‘it wasn’t supposed to go like this’.”

“I doubt he was expecting to die.” Virgil countered.

“I know! I just..It doesn’t feel right. I’m starting to wonder if maybe..”

Virgil turned to face you completely. “Maybe what?”

“...Maybe it wasn’t Dmitri I killed.”

“That’s insane.” Virgil responded disbelievingly.

“Dmitri was a shapeshifter, but he wasn’t the only one in this forest at the time! He had minions, Virgil, people willing to die by any hand other than his! Dmitri was smart. He knew I wouldn’t stop until I killed him, so he sent someone else to pretend to be him and kill me. He knew the guy would die, but it would throw me off!”

“So what now? If he got away, wouldn’t he have gotten you by now?”

You sighed softly. “I don’t know, but if Dimitri really is alive, he’ll be planning his steps meticulously.”

You both sat in silence for several minutes before something else crossed your mind.

“Why did Remus mark me? He doesn’t exactly strike me as someone who likes humans.”

Virgil was silent for a long moment. “...His parents were tortured and murdered while he was forced to watch them. He watched them be broken until their minds crumbled, and they begged to be killed. He watched the only good humans he ever knew die. You’re a kind human, to your kind and mine, and there aren’t a lot like that. I think that’s why he wants to protect you, why we want to protect you.”

“I’m not that kind. I kill people.”

“Not unless you have to.”

You slid off the counter and sat your cup in the sink. The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon. “I killed someone out of cold blood, and now, there’s a chance it was an innocent person.”

“You didn’t know.”

“I should’ve known!” Your fingers tightened around the edge of the sink until your knuckles turned white. “..I was supposed to know..” You whispered.

A pale hand covered your own, tapping at your fingers until you relaxed them. When you did, he slid his hand under yours and curled his fingers through yours. He raised your hand to his face and brushed his lips over the back of your hand. You felt a tingle there, and when he lowered your hand, you saw the purple glow slowly seeping into your skin. You raised your head to meet his eyes. He was smiling, something you hadn’t seen him do very often.

“You have a pretty smile.”

His smile vanished, replaced by a startled frown and a blush that was slowly creeping along his cheeks. “Thanks.” He turned away from you, clearing his throat in an effort to hide his embarrassment. “I should get going. Goodnight.”

He was gone in a pool of smoke.

“Night Virgil.” You murmured, a small smile on your face as you washed the kettle and went upstairs to get ready for the day.

Meanwhile, Virgil appeared in his room and flopped onto his bed. He groaned and buried his burning face in a pillow.

You waved goodbye to Cassie and headed towards your car. That's when you saw him, a reflection of the past amongst the steady stream of people. He drew his thumb across his neck, his eyes never leaving your face. You turned to face him, meeting his eyes with a fierceness that surprised some passing by.

So, it was true.

Dmitri was alive.

You climbed into your truck and started the engine.

And, he would be coming for you soon.

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Putting the Pieces Back Together (Patton x Depressed! Reader) Part 3

It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon when everything went to hell.

The day was almost over. Patton was on his way to his last class when he heard yelling. He followed it and found a crowd gathered at the end of the hall. He pushed his way through, and what he saw made his heart drop. There was a terrified looking boy on the ground, watching in horror as you fought with a boy almost twice your size. Both of you were bloody and bruised. Patton rushed forward and pulled you away while several other students grabbed the other boy. You didn’t fight as Patton dragged you backwards, putting himself between you and the boy who was still struggling to get at you.

“What happened?”

You stared at him, but it felt more like you were looking through him. “Does it matter?”

“Of course it matters!”

“You know what they’ll think, Patton. That won’t change no matter what I say.”

“But-“

“Y/n L/n.”

You both turned to the principal, who was glaring daggers at you.

“Follow me.”

You followed her without another word, leaving Patton at a loss for words. The crowd dispersed, but he didn’t move. Just before you disappeared around the corner, you looked back at him. Your bruised and bloody face was burned into his mind long after you were gone.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when the boy on the ground scrambled to his feet. “W-Wait! She was protecting me!”

Patton whipped around to face him. “What?!”

“Th-That guy shoved me. H-He threatened me for m-money.”

Patton grabbed his hand and started dragging him in the direction of the principal’s office. When he got there though, it was too late.

“This is the fifth fight you’ve gotten into this year! I’m sorry, but I have no choice but to suspend you.”

You nodded blankly, and the principal sighed. “Go home, Y/n.”

You were already walking away. The boy ran to the principal and started to explain, but the damage was already done. You were gone before they could even get to the parking lot.

~~~~

The next day, you didn’t show up for school. Patton wasn’t surprised, but it still made him sad. He had stayed behind to get some help with an English assignment, and when he went to leave, he saw a woman standing with the principal. It didn’t take long to realize that she was your mother when he heard what they were talking about.

“Yes, I know what happened to Y/n was unfortunate-“

“Unfortunate?! You call my child being bullied for god knows how long while your faculty did nothing to stop it ‘unfortunate’?!”

“I understand that you’re upset-“

“Upset is an understatement!” Your mother took a step back, the light making the tears in her eyes shine. “I failed them. I failed as a mother for not noticing what they were going through, but you..” Her voice wobbled unsteadily. “You knew. You knew what was happening. You knew every time they went home covered in cuts and bruises. You knew every time they were suspended. You knew, and you did nothing. No, you did worse than nothing. You punished them. You punished them for being hurt, for being broken.” She took a deep breath and shook her head in disappointment. “You should all be ashamed of yourselves. You make me sick.” She spat. “Consider Y/n unenrolled.”

With that she turned and left. The principal brushed the hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear and let out a shaky breath. Guilt and regret marred her face, but Patton didn’t have time to dwell on that. He chased after your mother.

“Mrs. L/n!”

She stopped and turned to look at him. “What is it?”

When he reached her, he dug an envelope out of his bag. He’d planned to put it in your locker for when you got back, but it seemed this would be his only chance. He held it out to her. “Can you please give this to Y/n?”

Your mother stared apprehensively at him before sighing as she took the envelope from him. “I can’t guarantee they’ll read it, but I’ll give it to them.”

“Oh!” He dug something else out of his backpack. “And this!” He handed her a light blue hoodie with a gray cat in the center. “It always makes me feel better to have something warm, so I thought it might help them too.”

Your mother took it, and when she looked at him, he panicked. “Oh no, don’t cry! I’m so sorry!”

She laughed softly and pulled him into a hug. “Thank you.”

Patton wrapped his arms around her, a soft smile making its way to his face.

~~~~

“Y/n?” Your mother called when she got home.

There was a small pause before the sound of footsteps, and you came trotting down the stairs.

“Hey mom.”

“I have something for you, honey.”

She didn’t miss the surprise on your face.

“Huh?”

“It was from a boy. He said his name was Patton.”

“Oh.” You eyed the stuff in her arms, so she held it out to you.

“He wanted you to have this hoodie and this.” She held out the envelope to you. It had your name across the front in (f/c) ink. You held the hoodie close to your chest as you opened it. It was a letter.

Dear Y/n,

I know you’re probably not doing so hot, kiddo. I’m really sorry about everything that happened. I’m also sorry for how I treated you in the past.

You frowned. What was he talking about? Patton had never even spoken to you until recently.

I’m sorry for avoiding you for so long. I shouldn’t have let the rumors get to me. I can’t imagine how awful everything was, and the fact that you made it through shows how strong you are! I wish I was half as brave as you are. I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but I hope things get better for you! You’re always welcome at my house!

~Patton

P.S. (It’s like my name!) Isn’t that hoodie just purrfect? You can keep it. I think it suits you! You’re all mysterious and intimidating sometimes, but you’re really a big softie! Just like a fluffy cat!

You smiled despite the tears rolling down your cheeks. Your mother wrapped an arm around you and pulled you against her side. “He seems like a good guy.”

You let out a watery chuckle. “Yeah..Yeah, he is.”

~~~~

Patton was sitting at the dining table, doing homework, when someone knocked on the door. He glanced at the time. “4:02? No one usually comes here around then?”

Oh! Maybe Mrs. Lucas ran out of sugar again?

“Coming!” He called.

He ran to the door and opened it, only to freeze in shock. You shuffled your feet awkwardly, looking at anything but him. “You said I was always welcome, right?”

“Huh?” He startled at the sudden question. “Oh. Oh! Right!” He quickly moved out of the way, unable to keep the smile off his face. “Come on in!”

You offered a tiny smile of your own and stepped inside, letting him close the door behind you.

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Special Occasion (Virgil x Reader)

You and Virgil had decided to go for a picnic. Virgil had to drop Patton off at Roman’s place, so he’d be here soon. In the meantime, you laid out a blanket and set down the basket you were carrying. You opened it up and started pulling out several tupperware containers. You left the lids on for now so the food would stay as warm as possible.

“Got the drinks you asked for.”

You grinned and glanced over your shoulder at Virgil. He smiled and sat down beside you. He crossed his legs and passed you your drink.

“Thanks Virge.”

“No problem.” He eyed the food you’d set out curiously. “What’re we eating?”

You grinned as you pointed out each thing to him, telling him what it was and what was in it. He smiled appreciatively. “You really went all out, huh?”

You smiled shyly. “Well, it’s a special occasion..”

He frowned. “Special occasion?” His eyes widened in panic. “Oh shit, am I forgetting something?! Wait wait wait okay, it’s not your birthday! It’s not a holiday! It’s…” He was getting more and more panicked. His breathing picked up until he was almost wheezing. “Shit what is it?!”

You grabbed both his hands. “Virgil, I need you to look at me.” You only continued when his eyes finally settled on your face. “Breathe with me.” You placed one of his hands on your chest, allowing him to feel the rise and fall of each breath. You deliberately slowed your breathing, making sure each breath you took was deep and slow. His chest heaved with the effort of trying to follow your breathing, but eventually, his breathing began to even out, slowing to a normal pace.

You opened his drink and passed it to him. “Here, drink this.”

He finished half of it in a few gulps before settling on sipping at the rest. You brushed his hair out of his eyes, relief clear in your expression. Your hand lingered on his cheek, your smile taking an affectionate edge.

For a moment, you considered telling him, spilling all your feelings for the past two years, but when you saw how exhausted he looked, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You brushed your thumb over his cheek, ignoring the sting in your chest when you pulled away.

“Ready to eat?”

“Sure.”

The rest of lunch went well, but there was something off. He knew there was something you weren’t saying, but what was it?

He wanted to bring it up, but he wasn’t sure how. Was it even his place to ask?

No, he can’t think like that. You’re his friend. Of course he has the right to ask.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?” You asked as you started packing the containers back into the basket.

“Is something wrong?”

He knew he’d hit the nail on the head when your head shot up, your eyes wide and panicked. You quickly looked away, putting away another container. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“You’re lying.”

You stood up and dusted off your pants, avoiding his gaze as you started to fold the blanket up. “There’s nothing seriously wrong.” You responded vaguely.

Virgil crossed his arms. “Something’s bothering you though. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

There was a note of hurt in his voice, and it stung far worse than you thought it would.

“What would you do..” You turned just enough to look him in the eye. “If I told you that I love you?”

You didn’t think he would look this shocked even if you had slapped him.

“Y-You wh-what?”

You took a deep breath, just like you’d made him do many times before, and repeated your previous words. “I love you.”

“M-Me?”

“You’re the only Virgil Sanders I know, so yes, you.”

“B-But...Why?”

“Why do I love you?” You asked incredulously. “It’d be faster to name the reasons why not..considering there aren’t any.” You kept that last part to yourself though.

Virgil seemed frozen like a statue.

“Virgil?”

He just continued to stare at you, but it wasn’t really at you. It was like he was looking through you. He often got like this when he was thinking too hard.

“Virgil?”

When he still didn’t respond, you set down the blanket and approached him. You touched his arm gently. “Virg-“

He nearly jumped out of his skin, his eyes snapping to yours. Once he saw you, he relaxed ever so slightly, but something else caught your eye.

“Are you..blushing?”

Without thinking, you cupped his cheeks, watching as the pink dusting his cheeks darkened and spread to the tips of his ears.

“Oh my gosh, you are!” You all but squealed. “You look so cute!”

He shoved your hands away and pulled up the hood of his hoodie to hide his face. “What’s with you all of a sudden?” He mumbled.

“What do you mean?”

“You touch my face and call me cute! Then you go and say that you” He ended up shoving his hood back down when he violently ran his hand through his hair. “That you love me! How- When did that happen?!”

“Do you want an exact date?”

“No!” He huffed, tugging at his hair again as he paced. “You go, and you say that, and what am I supposed to do now?! I don’t know how I feel!”

“That’s okay, Vee.”

“No it’s not! I’m supposed to know! I’m supposed to understand my own feelings-“

You rounded to stand in front of him. “Virgil!” You grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to a stop. “It’s okay.” You told him firmly. “Feelings aren’t as easy as 2+2. They’re messy and complicated and sometimes really annoying.” You squeezed his shoulders gently, hoping the touch would help ground him. “But, that’s not your fault, and it never will be. Feelings sometimes take time to decipher and turn into something we understand. There’s no rush.”

He shook his head. “But you-“

“Will be here when you figure it out.” You smiled lovingly. “Okay?”

To your surprise, he pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you. He held you tight and buried his face in your shoulder. “Okay.”

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On the Edge of Disaster (Logan x Reader x Virgil) Part 4

You studied harder for that test than you had for any of them. Logan was there through it all to help. You didn’t miss the way he slid in tips and tricks on better focus and managing nervous energy, but you didn’t say anything about it. You knew it would only embarrass him if you pointed it out, so you just smiled and put them into practice.

You passed your test with an 82, and after seeing so many 60s and 70s, it felt like, hell, you didn’t even have a word for it, but you knew it was one of the best feelings in the world.

You felt a bit bad for Logan, though, because you were so excited that when you saw him walking across campus, you tackled him in a hug, nearly knocking him over. Logan was never one to initiate physical contact, so you were a bit surprised when he didn’t shove you away. Regarded, he didn’t hug you either, but hey, you’d take whatever wins you could get when it came to him.

You let go and held your test out to him. “Look!”

He cleared his throat and straightened his glasses before taking it from you. His eyes scanned over the pages, and his lips quirked up into a small smile. “You did a satisfactory job.”

You grinned at the praise. “Have you seen Virgil though? I wanted to tell him too.”

“Hm, I last saw him at the fountain in the courtyard.”

“Thanks. Are you out of classes for the day?”

“Not yet. I have one left.”

“Oh yeah, that was the class that started late, right?”

He fought back a smile at the fact that you’d remembered such a small detail. “Yes, that’s correct.”

“When does it start?”

He glanced down at his watch. “In precisely 32 minutes.”

You nodded. “Science building, right?”

“Yes.”

“Awesome, that means you have time for this!”

“Time for wha-“

You grabbed his hand and started pulling him in the direction of the Science Building. “You have to pass the courtyard on your way to class, so it only makes sense that you would be able to say hi to Virgil on your way.” You explained with a grin.

When you reached the courtyard, you saw Virgil sitting on the edge of the fountain. You were about to call his name when you saw the headphones on his head. Considering how loud he played his music, there was no way he’d hear you. You let go of Logan’s hand, and he instantly missed the warmth. You sat down beside Virgil, startling him so bad that he yelped and flinched backwards. He would’ve fallen into the fountain if Logan hadn’t caught one of his flailing arms. However, in said panicked flailing, Virgil reached for you, and you, being entirely unprepared for the shift in weight, tumbled backwards into the water.

You felt like a drowned rat as you sat up, pushing away the hair plastered to your forehead. Logan was still holding Virgil’s arm, and Virgil was turned halfway towards you, both of their eyes wide with shock. You clambered to your feet, frowning as water filled your shoes. Ew. Wet socks were literally the worst. You climbed out of the fountain, trying to ignore the fact that you were beginning to feel like Samara from The Ring when she climbed out of that well.

Logan cleared his throat loudly, and when you looked at him, you were surprised to see the dusting of pink along his cheeks. Virgil had gone completely red, and quickly shrugged off his hoodie.

He held it out to you without meeting your eyes. “Put that on.”

“Why?”

Logan had also turned away from you. “We can see through your shirt.”

You looked down at your clothes, and sure enough, you could see your skin through your pale yellow shirt. You quickly pulled Virgil’s hoodie on and zipped it up. You pulled the hood over your head in an effort to hide your embarrassment. “You can turn around now.”

They both looked at you, and they paused. For a long moment, they just stared at you.

You shifted awkwardly under their gazes. “Do I look that weird?”

“No!” Virgil quickly cut in. “You just- It’s weird, but not a bad kind of weird!” He ran his fingers through his hair and glanced nervously at you. “..You just look cute in my hoodie.”

Logan pushed his glasses up, still avoiding your eyes. “I-I must agree. It suits you well.”

You smiled bashfully. “Thank you both.” Something crossed your mind suddenly. You tilted your head curiously. “Logan, doesn’t your class start soon?”

He checked his watch and flinched. “Shit.” He rushed in the direction of the science building, only to pause and turn back to you.

“I’ll pick both of you up at 7!” He called before running off.

“Pick us up for what?”

“Right!” You whipped around to face Virgil, grabbing his hands in excitement. “I passed my test!”

Virgil grinned right back at you and pulled you down beside him so he could hug you. “That’s great, Y/n. I’m really proud of you.”

You kissed him on the cheek and smirked. “Now we both have a date with Logan.”

Virgil flushed and elbowed you. “It’s n-not a date!”

“It could be though~”

He crossed his arms sullenly. “I hate you.”

You turned his head and kissed him softly. “I love you too.”

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skylights21 · 3 years

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I didn’t say this in either of my previous posts, but I also headcanon that Roman is actually really shy when it comes to receiving genuine compliments.

Like, he’s really excited and grateful when people compliment his performances or his writing, but when someone compliments something about his personality or says something kind to him, I imagine him just being like “O-Oh, um, thank you. That means..quite a lot actually.”

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skylights21 · 3 years

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Update on the Roman story:

I’ve come up with the basic premise of the story. Now it’s just a matter of writing the first chapter and seeing if I like it.

I usually name things before actually writing them out (yes, I know that’s a bit backwards but whatever). Either way, the name that popped into my head immediately was “Sugar and Spice”, so there we go. The name doesn’t really give away anything about the story, and I really like that.

Either way, whenever I do finish the first chapter (I can’t guarantee exactly when it’ll be done), I’ll probably post it here for you guys to review. Don’t be afraid to leave your opinions or suggestions. I’m always open to constructive criticism. Any harmful criticism will be respectfully ignored. Malicious criticism towards any others will be entirely deleted or reported.

Thank you for listening. See ya later! 💕

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skylights21 · 3 years

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Bonded (Intruanxceit x Reader) Part 6

!Trigger Warnings!

Graphic Violence

Threats

Emotional Pain

Remus Makes Some Very Sexual Jokes

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Over the years, you’d grown quite good at sensing the presence of a monster. This, however, was not a good example of that.

The vampire had snuck up on you. Thinking it was one of the three you knew, you had let your guard down for a single second. That’s all it took to end up in an iron grip with a man that you didn’t recognize staring down at you.

“And just when I was hungry for a snack.” You tried to get away, but you were defenseless. He’d disarmed you, throwing your dagger somewhere to the side.

“I was always told not to play with my food, but when it looks this good, it’s hard not to.”

He lowered his head to bite you, but you bashed your head against his. He stumbled back in surprise, clutching his bleeding temple. You made a break for your dagger, managing to scoop it off the ground just in time to dodge the punch aimed at your face. You swung the dagger, carving a scarlet trench down the center of his forearm. He snarled and swung his arm at you. Again, you dodged, but not before blood splattered across your face. It burned your eyes and turned your vision red. A fist connected with your stomach, and you groaned, hunching forward from the pain, just in time for a knee to slam into your forehead. You stumbled back. Your movements were slower, but this time, you saw him coming. He charged at you, and you ducked, burying the dagger in his stomach. You pulled hard with all your strength, slicing through flesh and into bone before ripping the knife out and making a break for it. The wound was bad, but it wouldn’t stall him for long, not with the advanced regeneration.

You weaved through the trees, everything passing in a blur as you raced through the forest. If you could make it out of the forest, you would be safe, but you knew it was too far away. You would never make it, but damn, did you try. A weight plowed into your back, and you knew it was over. You were pinned to the ground, and the man bared his fangs menacingly.

“Just give it up, you fucking bitch!” He seethed angrily.

You kneed him in the crotch. “Fuck you!” You hissed venomously.

He yelped at the pain, but his grip on you only tightened. “I’ll make you pay for that!”

Just before those fangs could sink into your neck, the man was ripped away, his fangs scratching across your shoulder as he went.

You scrambled to your feet to see that Remus had the guy in a chokehold. “How dare you touch our human!”

An arm wrapped around your waist and when you flinched, the person squeezed you gently.

“It’s just me.” Virgil assured you.

You heard Janus somewhere behind you. “Take them home. They don’t need to see this.”

“I’ve seen plenty of fights.” You retorted at the implication that you couldn’t handle it.

Janus came to stand in front of you, blocking Remus from your view. “Not like Remus. He doesn’t want you to see him like this.”

“Like what?”

Janus winced. “Like a monster.”

You heard a scream, the kind of scream you’d only heard in nightmares. It was from Remus. You struggled against Virgil’s hold. “He’s getting hurt!”

“He can handle it.” Virgil assured you, but another scream only made you struggle even harder.

“Let me go! He needs help!” You thrashed and kicked.

There was a loud crack and a cry of pain from the man that attacked you. Then silence.

“Take Y/n home.” Remus’ voice was weirdly calm.

“No!”

The last thing you saw before smoke engulfed you was Remus. He was covered almost head to toe in blood, but that wasn’t what caught your attention. It was the sadness in his eyes.

You blinked, and when you opened your eyes, you were in your living room.

Virgil let go of you, and you almost immediately sank to the ground. Virgil felt a wave of guilt as he sat down beside you on the floor. He crossed his legs and rested his hand on your shoulder. “Hey, come here.”

You raised your head, and he almost winced. Your face was streaked with blood and dirt, and you were on the brink of tears. He held his arms open, and you broke. You were so fucking tired of doing everything alone. You climbed into his lap and buried your face in his hoodie. Every painful sob from you felt like a knife to his heart. He hated this. He hated seeing you cry. He hated that you were hurting, and there wasn’t a goddamn thing he could do.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him even closer. You rubbed his back, and he suddenly felt like he was the one being comforted. You were warm and kind and caring to a fault. You were hurt, beaten, and broken; yet here you were, sobbing into his shoulder and still trying to make him feel better.

He carded his fingers through your hair and shushed you gently. “You’re not alone. I’m right here,” and god you didn’t realize how much you needed that.

You choked out a laugh that turned into another sob as you thanked him over and over. He just held you tighter, reminding you to breathe, and pressed a feather-light kiss to your temple.

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You stepped out of the bathroom, pulling the towel tighter around you in an effort to combat the sudden change in temperature. Your body still ached, but the bath had helped a little. You opened your bedroom door and almost screamed when you came face to face with a person.

“I locked that window! How did you get in here?!”

Remus looked down at you with a smile. “Easy. I broke the latch.”

“Do I need to get metal bars installed or something?!” You huffed, earning a chuckle from him.

“I could break those too.”

“Of course you could.” You grumbled.

“While I am enjoying the view, may I ask why you’re only wearing a towel?” He asked, eyes shining mischievously.

You felt your face turning red. “Because this is my house, and I wasn’t expecting you to just break in!” You snapped, glaring angrily at him.

“Why not? We’ve broken in several times before.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Yes, I’m aware of that.”

You slipped past him and into your room. The latch that kept your window locked wasn’t just broken. It was lying on the ground a few feet from the window.

“Fucking exitio fenestras lamia, solveret in domum suam, bibere sanguinem meum. Im 'agnus dei rip comae sicco. Fucking taking off annorum vitae meae.”

“Ooh, you’re cursing me in Latin? How sexy.”

“Keep talking, and you’ll be as dead as Latin.” You growled.

He wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Promise?”

“Just get out so I can change.”

He held a hand to his chest in mock offense. “And miss the main event? How cruel.”

You chucked a pillow at him, which he dodged easily. “You have two boyfriends!”

“We’re always open to adding another person!” He teased, unable to keep the grin off his face when you flipped him off.

“I’m actually gonna strangle you someday.”

“Ooh, kinky.” He laughed, slipping out the door just before the shoe you’d thrown could hit him.

Once you’d finished getting dressed, you stepped out into the hallway, but Remus wasn’t there. You frowned and headed downstairs. Remus was in your living room, staring at a picture on the wall with an unreadable expression. “Is that them?”

“Huh?”

“Mel.”

“Oh.” You moved to stand beside him. The picture was taken four years ago. You were only 20 at the time. You were holding the camera with your arm around Mel’s shoulders. You were both smiling brightly. “Yeah, that’s them.”

“Why do you keep this?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“They betrayed you, left you to die alone.”

There was something weird about the way he said it, like he was talking to you but also not.

“Why would you want to be reminded of that?”

You frowned and turned your body to face him. “As bad as what they did was..” You hesitated.

Did you really trust him with this, with your past?

“...Even before I became a hunter, no one cared about me. I had no family, no friends. I was alone. People always said there was something strange about me, that misfortune followed everywhere I went. They hated me. When I left and moved here, I cut myself off from everyone. I moved into a forest that was known for having monsters. It was stupid, but I thought that if no one dared to come close to me, they would never be able to hurt me.” You smiled sadly. “Mel was always the stubborn type. They were the only person that ever reached out to me. It felt good to have someone, to not be alone for once in my pathetic life.” Your smile faltered and disappeared. “What Mel did was horrible, but it doesn’t change the fact that they died because of me.”

“That wasn’t-”

“My fault?” You glared at your feet. “I should’ve stopped them. I knew how dangerous the forest was, but I still let them come here.” You felt the familiar sting of guilt welling up inside you. “I keep that picture to remind myself to never get that close to anyone. I won’t let anyone else die because of me. I’m not worth that.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s true.”

“No it’s not!”

“How would you know?!”

He snarled, lifting you up by the collar of your shirt. “How would I know? How would I know?!” He slammed you against the wall, and the picture fell and shattered, shards of glass crunching under his feet. “You don’t know anything that happened to me! You don’t know the fucking shit I’ve been through!”

You were struck by how similar this was to the day in your kitchen. The day you’d asked about his creator.

“Is this about the man who turned you?”

You knew you’d hit the nail on the head when he bared his fangs at you, his eyes glowing greener than the trees outside.

“You were abandoned too. You were hated because you were different.”

“Shut up, or I’ll rip your fucking throat out!”

“You care, and you hate it that you care.”

He put his fangs to your throat, feeling the soft vibrations there as you continued to talk.

“I’m sorry.”

He froze.

“For the day we met. I ignored you then. That’s why you lashed out, wasn’t it? Because it reminded you of your creator...Because it reminded you of being forgotten.”

His hands were shaking.

“I get it. You’re afraid I’ll see how you really are and turn you in. You’re afraid of being unwanted.” You brought your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks gently. “You’re not a monster, Remus. You’re different, yes, but you’re no monster. You protect your friends. You protected me.” You smiled in spite of yourself. “You’re a good guy.”

Your feet met the ground, and a hand came up to the back of your head, pulling you forward until- Oh.

Slightly chapped lips pressed against your forehead, lingering there for a second before disappearing. A faint green glow reflected onto his face, and you touched your forehead, feeling the tingle there.

“What did you do?”

Remus smirked, the anger from before replaced by amusement. “Never been marked by a vampire?”

“Yeah, it just happens all the time.” You retorted, words dripping with sarcasm.

Remus tilted his head back and cackled. “Ooh, I do love a feisty human!”

To his surprise, you started to laugh too, not your usual giggle or the chuckle you gave sometimes. You really laughed. You laughed to the point that your smile showed off all your teeth, and your eyes crinkled at the edges. You looked stunning when you laughed, like the whole world had become as bright as the joy in your eyes.

He kissed your forehead again, this time, just because he wanted to.

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Quick Warning: This is just me talking. Yes, I do mention a story idea, but this is really me talking through that idea and the pros and cons of it. You don’t have to read this, and I won’t be offended in the slightest if you don’t.

Anyway, on to the topic.

I want to write a story about Roman. Not with Roman. About Roman.

Yes, it’s a romance kind of thing, but overall, it’s a story about Roman and his struggles.

I’ll be the first to admit that Roman isn’t my favorite character. Don’t be offended. I do like Roman, but the reason I don’t write him much is because I can’t ever seem to get it to fit. It used to frustrate me so much, and I’ve been trying to figure out why. Then it just hit me a few minutes ago.

I’ve been trying to write Roman the same way everyone else writes him. Roman is a character. I understand that completely, but I don’t want to write him like a character. I want to write him like a person.

Roman is the creative side. He’s fanciful. He’s dramatic. He’s the walking embodiment of a theater kid. He’s the exact opposite of me, and that’s one reason I struggle to write for him.

The other reason is what I mentioned a minute ago. There’s nothing wrong with writing Roman as just the creative side or just the theatrical side. Those stories are great, and I like them a lot. They just don’t work for my writing.

Does that make sense?

I want to write a story about Roman as a person, not as a side. I want to show his strengths, his weaknesses, his good moments, and his bad moments.

To do that, let me fill you in on my interpretation of Roman.

Roman Sanders is a very unique man. On the surface, he’s loud and very extroverted. He’s egotistical and sometimes a bit obnoxious. He’s dramatic and has a bad habit of over exaggerating.

But, he’s also very sweet. He cares very deeply for his friends (though he immensely enjoys messing with them). When someone needs his help, he’s there in a heartbeat.

The deeper you look, the more you start to realize that there’re a lot of things he hides.

He hides behind arrogant remarks and self-compliments to hide the fact that he’s actually really insecure. He constantly pushes himself to work harder because he never thinks it’s good enough. That leads him to overwork himself.

He doesn’t like the way he looks. He wears makeup and fancy clothes to try and compensate for beauty that’s already there, but he just doesn’t see it.

He holds himself to unrealistic standards and beats himself up over even the smallest of mess ups. He’s good at deflecting any attempts to tear him down, but those words still get under his skin. He still questions if what they say is right.

That’s who I think Roman is. He’s a talented person with a heart of gold, but he doesn’t know it. That’s what I want this story to be about. I want it to be about Roman learning to love himself for what and who he is, not the facade he puts on.

Oh jeez, I rambled quite a bit there. It’s also 1am right now, so I should probably wrap things up for now. See you guys later! 💕

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To Be Ours (DLAMP x Reader) Part 12

You were sitting in the grass, your headphones resting over your ears. You leaned your back against the trunk of the willow tree you were sitting under. Sunlight flooded through the branches above your head, speckling your skin with patches of light. The sweeping branches and vines shielded you from view, cocooning you in your own little world. You breathed in deeply and let it out slowly. The music was a soft song, a stark contrast to what you usually listened to. Normally, you preferred something with a good beat, but the sweet melody flooding your ears was nice. It was calming, and you hummed along to it without thinking. You’d come out here to practice your magic, but you’d decided to take a break when you felt like screaming from frustration. You closed your eyes and tried to focus on the world around you instead of the sting of disappointment taking root in your chest.

~Meanwhile~

Logan sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the phone in his hand. He dialed the number and hit call before he could chicken out again.

“Hello?”

“Virgil, I request your assistance with something.”

“Sure dude. What’s up?”

“It’s about Y/n.”

“Are they okay?” Virgil asked, panic rising in his voice.

“Yes, they are in good health once again.”

Virgil let out a breath of relief. “Good. What do you need help with?”

“I made a promise to them that I would try to express my emotions in a clearer way. It’s easier with the others because I have known them for decades, but I do not know how to do so in a way that Y/n will understand.”

“So you want my help.”

“Correct. You have known her much longer than I have. It is only logical that I ask for your advice.”

“Well, first of all, Y/n’s not as logical as you are. Sometimes their emotions get the best of them, and that’s not always a good thing. You’re good at calming them, and though they don’t say it out loud, it means a lot to them. As for the feelings thing, just be honest. Y/n is good at picking up on people’s feelings. That means they’re good at telling when people are lying. They’ve been lied to a lot in the past, so tell them the truth.” Virgil huffed out a laugh. “Can’t believe I’m saying this, but don’t overthink it. Believe me, I know it’s easier said than done, but Y/n’s a chill person. They aren’t gonna hate you if you mess up, so just do what feels right. Eh, that’s all I can really think of.”

Logan nodded thoughtfully. “I see. Thank you, Virgil.”

“No problem, Lo. Good luck.”

“Thank you.” Logan hung up and straightened his tie before standing and making his way out of his room.

Janus passed him on the way up the stairs and smiled, pulling him to a stop long enough to kiss him. Logan blushed and offered him a shy smile that made Janus chuckle as he continued up the stairs.

Logan stepped outside and looked around, but you were nowhere to be found. He circled around the house, but you weren’t there either. He felt a jolt of panic. What if you left? This place was hidden by magic, but if you went back into the actual forest, you could get seriously hurt, especially on your own. He immediately closed his eyes and cast out his aura, searching for your presence. That’s when he felt it, your magic. He opened his eyes and ran as he followed it. He pushed back the vines of a willow tree just on the edge of the magic barrier, and there you were. You were leaning against the tree, your head tilted back and your eyes closed. He approached you slowly, not wanting to wake you. He crouched down in front of you and reached out to pluck a leaf from your hair. His fingers brushed your cheek, and the next thing he knew, he was on his back with both his wrists pinned to the ground. The panic in your eyes vanished when you saw his face. You let go of him and leaned back. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s quite alright. I’m the one that startled you.”

Well, he had miscalculated how close you actually were. He realized that when he sat up and your nose bumped his. “S-S-Sorry!”

He could feel himself blushing, and he hated it. He was almost too busy cursing his entire existence to hear what you said next.

“Logan?”

When his gaze fixed on your face, you smiled sweetly. “It’s okay.” You leaned forward enough to kiss him on the forehead.

“Just be honest”

Virgil’s words rang in his head.

“..Be honest..”

“What’d you say?”

He cupped your face and pulled you forward, kissing you firmly. You made a surprised sound before kissing him back. He was shocked to feel the warm pulse of your magic surrounding him, cocooning the two of you in your own space, your own world. When you pulled away from him, you had the most lovestruck grin on your face that could only be rivaled by his own.

Suddenly, your eyes lit up. “I get it!”

“Get what?”

“My magic!” You exclaimed as you scrambled to your feet. “It’s you, but it’s also me, and it’s warm, and I-“

He got up and dusted his clothes off. “I’m not following.”

You bounded over to the tree and put your hand on the trunk. He watched as light pulsed from your hand, traveling like vines up the trunk of the tree. His eyes followed the patterns of light up into the branches, staring in pure awe as flowers bloomed throughout the branches. “My magic is me, and it’s alive. It breathes when I breathe, it moves when I move, it’s me! It’s me, and it’s you and the others. It feels what I feel, it smiles when I smile, it heals when I love!” You threw your arms around Logan and kissed him again.

“It didn’t work before because I stopped loving.”

“But you still had love? You had Virgil.”

“Not just that kind of love.” You smiled so softly. “It didn’t work because I stopped loving myself. I convinced myself that I was a burden, that me and, by extension, my magic were only hurting you guys. I didn’t trust it, so it didn’t trust me.”

“That,” Logan gave you an impressed smile. “Makes a lot of sense. Your magic is powered by what you feel, but it’s also powered by trust. Think of it like this. When you go swimming, if you fight against the water, it’s much easier to sink, but when you trust it and yourself, you let it wash over and carry you.”

He caught you off guard when he pulled you into a hug. “You did quite well today, Y/n. I am proud of you.”

You buried your face in his shoulder and grinned. “Thanks Lo.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

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