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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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Hi Steph! Would you happen to have any fic recs that involve John meeting the Holmes family? I always think that's such an interesting dynamic to see! Also, I think this goes without saying but I love your blog and appreciate your contributions to the fandom! Thanks!

Hey Nonny!

Ah, thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my blog!

Oooo! Yes, I love that dynamic too!! ANNNNND!!! You’re giving me the chance to make a part 2 for a REALLY OLD LIST!!! So YAY!!! I found a bunch on a text doc I haven’t posted yet, so HERE WE GO! Hope you enjoy, and as always, everyone please add your own!

PARENTS AND FAMILIES Pt. 2

See also:

Parents & Family

Meeting the Family With a Fake Relationship

Do You Love Me? by whitchry9 (K, 641 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Family, Epic Bromance) – John asks Sherlock perhaps the most important question.

Once Upon A Time by ProfessorSquirrell (T, 908 w., 1 Ch. || Family, Snippets of Life, Romance, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Implied Drug Use, Angst with Happy Ending) – There is a room in Sherlock's mind palace where nothing gets deleted. And it looks like this...

Crisis Averted by Spartangal22 (T, 2,188 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Fic, Missing Scene After Confronting Mary, Canon Compliant, Sherlock Whump / Mary Shot Sherlock, Family / Friendship, Hospitalization, Sherlock POV, Holmes Brothers) – Lying in the hospital, Sherlock receives some surprising visitors, and manages to deal with two problems he's been having lately. A missing scene from HLV about a formal introduction that was never made and a visit that was never shown.

The Only Available Transportation by blueink3 (T, 5,379 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Fluff and Angst, Insecure Sherlock, Caring John, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Birthday, Family, Misunderstandings) – It’s possibly the desperation that’s seeped into his voice despite his best intentions, or perhaps it’s just a mother’s intuition, but she knows that whatever he’s calling about is Serious, hangover be damned. “What’s happened?” she asks, tone soft and as comforting as a hot cup of tea on a cold winter’s night. “Mummy,” he begins, voice catching. “I think John may be moving out.”

On the Steadfast Approach of an Oncoming Darkness by 2bee (T, 7,772 w., 1 Ch. || Apocalypse, Minor Character Death, Sort of Parentlock) – The world is ending. Not fast, but slowly, like falling asleep with a fever.

The Name Game by ItsClydeBitches221B (K, 8,958 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Family, Platonics / Friendship, Sort-of Parentlock, John/Mary, Mary is Nice, Five and Ones, Baby Watson, Mycroft Loves Baby Watson) – The names that baby girl Watson comes up with for her extended family. Or: how everyone—Watsons, Holmes, and others alike— just learned to give up and embrace their weirdness.

The Burning of the Leaves by blueink3 (M, 15,915 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Angst, Reichenbach, Parentlock, Past Jolto, Idiot John, Sherlock’s a Mess, Puppies, Fluff, Possessive / Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Matchmaker Sholto, Melancholic Feelings, Emotional Sherlock, Domesticity, Love Confessions in the Rain, Kissing in the Rain, Pet Names) – After the events of series 4, Major Sholto invites John and Sherlock to lunch one day. It nearly proves to be too much for their tenuous relationship as the past haunts the present, putting the future that Sherlock so desperately wants at risk.

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch. || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

Dropping the Act by jadztone (T, 27,258 w., 10 Ch. || Parentlock, Fake Relationship, Mary’s Family, Post-S4, Cuddling & Snuggling, Bed Sharing, Pining, Christmas) – Sherlock and John are quite happy living together with Rosie in Baker St. They might be even happier if they didn’t act towards each other like their love is only platonic. Mycroft brings troubling news in the form of Mary’s parents wanting to know just what their grandchild’s home life is like. The boys decide to spend Christmas pretending like they are in love in order to seem more like a "normal" family. It's easy enough to pretend when all you're doing is dropping the act.

An Acquired Taste by kinklock (E, 31,059 w., 4 Ch. || Vampires AU || Vampire Sherlock, Misunderstandings, Bat!Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Humour, Magical Realism, Fluff and Angst, Blood Drinking, Holmes Family, Slow Burn) – At Montague Street when Sherlock was forced to sate his body’s needs, he was at least able to wander about the flat as much as he pleased. At Baker Street, it was mini-bags in a mini-fridge and bedroom confinement.

Chaperones by MissDavis (T, 34,114 w., 7 Ch. || 11 Years Post-S4, Fake Relationship, Parentlock, Disney World, Bed / Room Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, First Kiss, Obsessive Sherlock, Insecure John) – Right. Of course. Everyone assumed they were a couple and no one would question it. John put his elbows up on the table so he could rest his head in his hands. "You want to pretend to be a couple so we can chaperone a trip to Disney World with Rosie's class and you won't have to share a room with a stranger?" "Exactly." Sherlock beamed at him. "Don't worry about the cost. The Birmingham case last month paid more than enough to cover expenses for all three of us."

Where The Ghosts Have Voices by HappyJuicyfruit (M, 37,691 w., 12 Ch. || Supernatural AU || Ghosts, Magical Realism, Light Horror, Fluff and Smut, John Can See Ghosts, John Whump, Emotional Manipulation, Dark Magic, Coma, Injury Recovery, Blow Jobs, Anal, Happy Ending, John’s Past, Mr Holmes, Powerful John, Holmes Brothers, Sherlock’s Past, Past Viclock, Drug Abuse, Hair Pulling) – John has lived his whole life as an outcast. It is only when he meets Sherlock, that be realizes being a freak might not be such a bad thing, and that the curse he has lived with his whole life may be a gift after all. (TO READ)

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

The Hollow Woman by ScopesMonkey (M, 51,335 w., 22 Ch. || Post-TRF, Major Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Friendship, Family, Angst, Crime, Reunion, First Kiss / Time, Nightmares, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Jealous John, BAMF John, Angry John, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Villain Mary, Open Ending) – Forced to return to London sooner than expected, Sherlock falls into a case too close to home. Part 1 of the Hollowverse series

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

The Monument of Memory by J_Baillier (M, 79,663 w., 14 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It Fic / S4 is Canon, Angst, Family Drama, Guilt, Case Fic, John Loves Sherlock, Complicated Feelings, Mentalism / Hypnosis, Murder, Grieving John, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Team Work, Trust Issues, BAMF John, Psychological Trauma, Protective John, Autistic-Spectrum Sherlock, Parentlock, John POV) – A genius traumatised by a past he's only beginning to recall. The psychopath sister that time forgot. A missing woman and a mentalist who may or may not be a murderer. And, in the middle of it all, stands John Watson.

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Asexual Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Flashbacks, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Case Fic, Sherlock’s Past, Awkward Conversations, Anxious Sherlock) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w., 36 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Alternate Future AU || Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Hand Jobs / Oral Sex, Case Fic, Emotional Love Making, Bath Time Fun) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It's 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn't need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w., 37 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Dev. Rel., Possessive/Obsessive Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Body Appreciation, Depression, Closeted Sexuality, Family, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Ogling Each Other, Anxious Sherlock, Panic Attack, Drunkenness, Talk of Forever, Big Feelings™) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it's a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending) – Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

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gingwrites · 3 years

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Untitled Vampire AU (ot7) - Part 5

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Summary: Min Yoongi gets turned into a vampire and abandoned by his sire, but is adopted by the Kim coven.

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I decided to turn my one shot about maknae yoongi teething as a vampire into a full fic. Title subject to change. I just really have no idea what to name it right now.

Pairing: Established ot6, future ot7

The six older vampires watched as Yoongi slept curled up into Seokjin’s side, in awe of how cute and small he was. They couldn’t wait to watch him grow up into a fully fledged vampire, thought it was going to be a long couple of years since they’d have to deal with the abandonment of his sire.

When vampires were turned, they needed their sire not only to show them the ways of being a vampire and surviving in their new world, but also for emotional and physical comfort. Fledglings needed constant comfort and reassurance from their sire, depending on them for basically everything for the first few years while their body slowly made the change from human to vampire.

When a fledgling was abandoned, they could be adopted by a new sire or coven, but they wouldn’t be able to provide the same comfort and help that their biological sire could. Unfortunately, this meant that abandoned fledglings went through periods of pain and/or depression during their transition period.

The Kim coven had never adopted an abandoned fledgling before, but they’d had friends who had and had seen first hand what the baby had to go through some days. They weren’t looking forward to seeing their own baby in pain, but at least they could be prepared with lots of reassurances and cuddles.

“I called the Council earlier and let them know what happened,” Namjoon spoke softly, careful not to wake the baby. “They were not happy at all, which I expected. They said they would start looking for Yoongi’s sire, though that means one of them may have to come out here and talk with Yoongi for a bit.”

Seokjin subtly tugged Yoongi further into his side, not liking the thought of anyone outside the coven being around the baby just yet.

“I know you don’t want that to happen, hyung,” Namjoon said, giving a knowing look at the arm Seokjin had wrapped around Yoongi. Maybe he wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was. “I hate the thought just as much as you, but if we want to catch his sire and make him pay for what he did, it’s a necessary evil.”

The others nodded along, eyes darkening at the mention of Yoongi’s sire.

“Once they catch him, I just need five minutes with him,” Jimin growled. Just thinking about the state Yoongi was in when Jimin found the baby made his blood boil. Whoever did that deserved to rot in hell for all eternity.

“You know how the Council works, Jimin, and they won’t let you do that,” Namjoon countered.

Jimin pouted in response, while Hoseok leaned over and pulled him under his arm.

“Calm down, baby,” Hoseok reassured. “He’ll get what he deserves.”

A sudden whine caused the six to be on high alert, backs straightening and heads whipping toward the baby, whose face was scrunched up in pain.

“Baby? What’s the matter, honey?” Seokjin fussed, pulling Yoongi fully across his lap, scanning over his body to search for what might be causing the baby pain.

“Tummy,” Yoongi whined, trying to curl further in on himself.

“Oh baby!” Seokjin cooed, reaching his hand to start rubbing Yoongi’s stomach. “Did you eat too much?”

Yoongi didn’t reply, only letting out a small sound that Seokjin would say sounded akin to a purr. The baby never opened his eyes, but Seokjin could see the moment he fell back asleep, his body relaxing again in the older vampire’s hold. Seokjin kept rubbing his hand over the baby’s stomach, not keen on him waking back up in pain.

“He did seem to eat a lot,” Hoseok said after a moment. “Newborns don’t usually drink that much during one feeding.”

“Is he going to be okay?” Jungkook asked.

“He’s going to be just fine,” Seokjin reassured. “My guess is that he’s still recovering from being abandoned and his body is eating as much as he can while there’s food available. Even though we know he won’t be hurting for food anymore, his mind and body don’t necessarily know that. We’ll need to keep an eye on his food intake from now on to make sure we don’t give him any more tummy aches.”

The next few hours were spent in hushed talks amongst each other, discussing how things would need to change now with the baby, including more blood bags and blackout curtains all over the house. Yoongi stirred a few more times from his stomach ache, though never fully waking up. Seokjin kept the baby on his lap, rubbing his stomach any time the boy seemed to be in pain.

When Yoongi finally woke, all their conversations had died down, the other five scattered around the living room, some on their phones and some half watching TV. The second Yoongi started to stir, though, they were all at attention, waiting to see if it was his stomach ache or if he was truly waking up.

“Mmm,” Yoongi hummed, stretching his arms above his head and letting out a small yawn. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked around the room to see all eyes on him.

“Hi, baby,” Seokjin spoke from above him, and that’s when Yoongi realized he was laying in the older vampire’s lap. He didn’t hate it. “Have a good nap?”

Yoongi just nodded, feeling more refreshed than he had since he’d been turned, but he still felt like he could sleep for another 10 hours.

“It’s almost time for your next feeding, but before we get to that, why don’t we take a look at those burns?” Seokjin asked.

Yoongi was confused for a moment, but then he remembered the sun and hiding underneath a cardboard box to cover his skin. And then he remembered the excruciating pain it had caused. He never wanted to go through that again.

Yoongi lifted up his arms, turning them over to take stock of the burns that were left. They definitely looked worse than they felt, but they were still a little painful. He was surprised he hadn’t paid attention to them earlier, but he guessed it was because he was paying more attention to drinking as much blood as he could.

“They’ve started to heal on their own since we’ve gotten some food in you, but we’re just going to help them along a bit,” Seokjin spoke once Yoongi carefully set his arms back down in his lap.

“Here’s the first aid kit!” Taehyung jumped up, grabbing a box that had been sitting next to the couch. He then sat down on the coffee table in front of Seokjin and Yoongi and rummaged around in the box until he let out a quiet ah ha! and pulled out a small clear bottle.

Seokjin and Taehyung then took one arm each and carefully began to spread the aloe vera on the burns, the rest of the vampires looking on in sympathy, all having their fair share of sunburns as newborns, though never as bad as this.

“Alright, all done,” Seokjin said as he spread a bit more over the last burn, squeezing Yoongi’s hand before setting the baby’s arms back down in his lap. “Now, are you ready for another feeding?”

Yoongi didn’t think it’d been that long since he last ate, but when he started to think about it, he noticed the burning in his throat was back.

“Yes, please,” Yoongi replied, now craving the warm blood he had earlier. Seokjin was right; his instincts had taken over and it seemed like he’d gotten past the mental hurdle of knowing that he was drinking human blood.

“Such a polite baby!” Seokjin cooed. Before he could turn and ask one of the others to get up and grab a fresh blood-filled thermos, the other five vampires were all scrambling to get up to be the first to prepare the blood so he could be the one to hold the baby while he ate. Seokjin smiled, knowing that the baby would be so loved and well taken care of.

Jungkook was the lucky one who was the fastest and back in the living room with warm blood, letting out a small cheer.

“Come here, baby. Let hyung feed you,” Jungkook said, sitting down next to Seokjin, patting his lap for Yoongi to climb over.

A few seconds later, Yoongi was settled across Jungkook’s lap, looking up at the young vampire with pleading eyes to give him the thermos. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to bring the straw to Yoongi’s lips. Yoongi quickly latched on, bringing his own hands to grab onto Jungkook’s, which were wrapped around the thermos.

Yoongi was vaguely aware of the coos he heard from the other vampires, and any other time, his cheeks would have turned bright pink, but he was too focused on sucking the blood out of the thermos at record speed.

The second the straw started sucking in air, Namjoon replaced it with another one before Yoongi even had a chance to realize what was happening.

When he reached the bottom of this thermos though, nothing happened. Yoongi kept sucking to get the last few drops of blood, but nothing else was coming out and nobody was replacing his thermos. The burn in the back of his throat was pretty much gone at this point, but who knew when he’d get more food? He needed to eat now while he still could and while food seemed to be available.

Images of huddling in the alley underneath cardboard boxes flashed through his mind. Yoongi shivered, never wanting to be in that much pain again. He let out a long whine, opening his eyes which he didn’t realize he’d closed.

“Baby, you’ve had plenty to eat,” Seokjin spoke softly, leaning over to get Yoongi’s attention. “That was more than enough food for a newborn. We don’t want another tummy ache, do we?”

I’m going to starve! They’re not going to feed me again! I’m going to die!

Tears gathered in Yoongi’s eyes and quickly spilled over.

“Baby! It’s okay!” Jungkook tried to reassure, bouncing the fledgling in his lap to try and comfort him.

The tears fell faster down Yoongi’s cheeks now, small sobs making their way out of his mouth.

“Jin! What do we do?” Jimin asked, almost in tears himself at seeing the baby crying.

“Go fill another thermos, but only halfway,” Seokjin whispered to the others, quiet enough that Yoongi couldn’t hear him over his own sobs. “Then we’ll try and get him to fall asleep while drinking.”

Jimin rushed to the kitchen and came back a minute later, thermos in hand.

“Here you go, baby,” Jimin hushed Yoongi’s cries, sticking the straw in the fledgling’s mouth, wiggling it around until he got the younger’s attention and his mouth closed around it and his cries died down.

Yoongi started suckling at a fast pace, calming down a bit, his breath still hitching every once in a while.

Jungkook started to rub Yoongi’s stomach and rock him slightly back and forth. It only took a few more seconds for Yoongi’s eyes to start to droop, the crying wearing him out. He tried to keep himself awake and sucking down more blood, but Jungkook was quick to comfort him.

“You can go to sleep, baby. We’ll still be right here when you wake up,” Jungkook whispered. He then started to hum a soft lullaby and a few more seconds later, Yoongi’s eyes closed completely, the straw falling out of his mouth.

“Well, that was an adventure,” Hoseok huffed, finally settling back down into one of the chairs now that Yoongi was calm and asleep, Jimin, Namjoon, and Taehyung following suit.

“It certainly was. I guess this is going to be harder than I thought,” Seokjin said, rubbing his hands over his face. “I never want to see tears in his eyes again. That was the most heartbreaking sight I’ve ever seen.”

The others nodded in agreement.

Jungkook looked down at Yoongi’s peaceful face, lifting his hand to swipe away the remaining tears.

“Hyung?” Jungkook asked after a moment of silence.

The others hummed in acknowledgement.

“I think I love him already.”

Please let me know what you think!! And as always, if you have ideas/requests for future chapters, or theories of what might happen, I’d love to hear them! Also, if you have requests for a thread fic, let me know! I’ve started writing thread fics on twitter (@yoongismandu), so follow me over there to read them when I write them! I’ll post there first and a few days later post them on here and ao3. Thank you for reading!!!💜💜

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simsadventures · 5 years

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Better Like This (Completed)

Summary: You are the newest addition to New York’s elite team of Detectives concentrating on domestic violence and rape, which everyone calls the Avengers. You are an Omega, very bubbly and open to everyone around you, and everyone is super sweet to you, except one person- Bucky, your true mate. Will you be able to destroy the walls he has been building around his heart for years, or will he reject you and break your heart forever?

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, Alpha!Bucky, Omega!reader, angst, unrequited love (kinda), scenting, angst, possible future smut, knotting and all that comes with mating, mentions of murder, lot of police talk, blood, dominant Omega

Word Count: 40K

After All (Completed)

Summary: You are one of the scientists at Stark Industries. You help mainly Tony and Bruce develop new tech for the team. Bucky takes you under his wings and help you assimilate to life amongst superheroes. You think he is interested in you, but at one of Tony’s party, you hear something you shouldn’t have, and everything changes. And you’re not sure there’s any going back from there.

Warnings: angst, hurt reader, asshole Bucky, jealous guys, revenge, possible future smut?

Word Count: 40K

Only Mine (Completed)

Summary: Bucky Barnes is probably the most influential person in the East of the country. He is a well-known mobster, and smart girls stay away from him. You get caught up with him for one night, but promise to yourself that it was the last time that you did something like that. Bucky, however, is obsessed to get to know you and make you his “girl of the week”. Or maybe something more?

Warnings: smut, fluff, attention bordering obsession, violence, death, blood, and much more

Word Count: 62K

Not Me (Completed)

Summary: Billionaire/entrepreneur Bucky is married to seemingly timid and meek wife, the reader. While he hates her with all he has, she tried to act her part as the wife of the big CEO. And while their relationship falls apart more and more, they both realised there might be more to the story than they previously believed. Will they be able to repair the damage that’s been done, or will they find happiness in somebody else’s arms?

Warnings: cheating, jealousy, arranged marriage, smut, fluff, angst, more to come

Word Count: 59K

Just Us (sequel to Not Me)

My Girl (Avengers x Supernatural crossover)

Summary: While you’re looking for a supernatural artefact, you bump into bunch of super-soldiers. What happens when one of them is exactly your type? And how can you make the world of supernatural and Avengers work, when both of you fight different evils?

Warnings: swearing, fluff, implied smut, smut, mentions of death, and much more, each individual warnings ahead of each story

You’re Annoying

Reader annoys the hell out of Bucky, who just has enough, and tries to silence her (pretty much two children annoying each other, some light fluff)

You’re a Tease (Loose Sequel to You’re Annoying) *

Reader tries to provoke Bucky into action, little does she know what is actually coming (teasing, smut, fluff)

Little Children

Steve dares Bucky to steal the only material thing you care about, and oh boy, they all regret it later ( a/b/o dynamics, fluff, dares, Avengers being children, angst, implied smut)

Joke’s on You (Sequel to Little Children)

Reader is not over Steve’s childishness and decides to pull a prank of her own (a/b/o dynamics, pranks, fluff)

What Forever Feels Like

Bucky comes home from a mission, and he can’t believe his own luck to have ever landed a girl such as yourself (fluff, implied smut)

What Makes You Beautiful

Bucky is shy to ask a certain question. But you are more than willing to show him, and let him in on your secrets (fluff, implied smut)

Bad Day

You had a horrible day, but Bucky is there to make it a little better (fluff, swearing)

After All This Time (requested)

You are Steve’s sister who suddenly reappeared after all this time, but the family-reunion is not as sweet as one would hope (angst, violence, swearing)

House of Memories

Bucky takes the road to memory lane, and he doesn’t like what he sees there. (angst, memories, mentions of past relationship, depression, swearing)

House of Repair (House of Memories sequel)

While you try to be happy in your new life, there is the little nagging voice telling you to go back to Bucky (angst, memories, fluff)

Little Bit of Pollen *

You and Bucky are not each other’s biggest fans. But, then sex-pollen hit you and there are other priorities (sex pollen, enemies to lovers, smut)

Baby Fever *

You and Bucky desperately try for a baby. One day, a spirit comes to bless the union. (myths, enchanted forest, smut, breeding, fluff, swearing)

Baby Fever II

You’re 9 months pregnant with your first child, and you and Bucky are both excited and nervous about the arrival of the little one (fluff, mentions of sex, daddy!Bucky, myths)

Knight in Shinning Armour (requested)

It takes a near-death experience to finally open yours and Bucky’s eyes about your mutual feelings (two idiots in love, mutual pining, angst, fluff, implied smut)

Teach Me *

Bucky is a little shy in the bedroom, but it really takes a small nudge in the right direction and he makes you scream his name (fluff, shy!Bucky, smut)

Paint Me Pretty *

You have a certain idea to spice up your sex life with Bucky, and you only need a paper and some paint to do that (fluff, smut, body paint)

Wreak Havoc

Bucky remembers you from his time as the Winter Soldier. And he can’t help but miss the times when you two would chase each other. (swearing, violence, death, dirty talk, implied smut)

Dinner Drama

Bucky promised that he would wait for you with the dinner. When you come home, you find the horrible truth (fluff, crack, drama queen reader, period talk, little bit of angst)

Misunderstandings

Coming home from a mission, you catch Bucky in the act. Or so you think. (angst, swearing, heartbreak, fluff, comforting)

Always Here *

It takes a lot of misunderstandings and some hurt and jealousy to finally get you and Bucky together (angst, self doubt, comforting, fluff, smut, two idiots in love)

Hairy Business

After a date Bucky sees you doing a thing he has never seen before, and he is quite terrified (fluff, implied smut)

Birthday Girl

It’s your birthday and Bucky is the sweetest boyfriend ever. (fluff)

Little Thief

Bucky is out with the guys and you have a party by yourself. That is until Bucky comes back and finds you in one particular item of clothing (fluff, alcohol)

Smidge of Red *

Bucky is your landlord and a vampire. And you are seriously attracted to him, so you think of a way to get what you want (vampire AU, smut, swearing, fluff)

Quarantine Madness

You spend the whole isolation with Bucky, and you’re not too happy when he has to go on a mission. Neither are your three dogs (fluff, angst, anxiety, pandemic)

Mellow Hearts *

You and Bucky take a vacation by the ocean, happy to just spend some quality time together by the beach. (fluff, smut)

* stories containing smut

If you’d like to be tagged in any of the series, or in all Bucky fics, just let me know ☺️xx

#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #alpha bucky barnes #detective bucky #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #avengers #avengers a/b/o #avengers fanfiction #Smut #fluff #fluffy bucky #angst #oneshot #multiple chapters #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics

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started: 24 june 2020 last updated: 29 october 2020 see what I will write for here want to submit a request? do it here (:

THIS MASTERLIST WILL NOT BE UPDATED AS OF 18 NOVEMBER 2020. FIND MY NEW MASTERLIST HERE!

☼ BIRDS OF PREY ☼

roman sionis

Roman’s Girl┆first chapter of multiple┆Roman Sionis gets what he wants. And when he sets his eyes on you, a girl ten or more years his junior, he’ll get you. Lucky for him, despite your shy and flustered nature, you want him just as much as he wants you.

married life┆short┆the two were always at it—now, the reader was in the middle of it. harley doesn’t care for roman, but she wouldn’t dare hurt you. hell, she would kidnap you—and that’s how you ended up here.

hormones and clubs┆one-shot┆the reader is pregnant and begs roman for a chance to go to his club before she goes into labor. it doesn’t exactly go how she’d like it to go.

☼ CRIMINAL MINDS ☼

emily prentiss

i love you┆short┆based on the quote “do you still love me?”

my everything┆requested┆by @millipop18: Hi! I love what you write! Could I request a emily prentiss x reader where she comforts the reader who’s struggling with depression? Have a nice day, much love xxx

spencer reid

not alone, never alone┆requested┆ by @amy-de-l-abc. The request was quite long, but the jist of it was having a suicidal reader, but one who isn’t quite able to do anything. She and Reid start out as friends but the ending will have them getting together. Fluff on Reid’s part, as he comforts her when she is feeling down. Reader also feels like she can’t depend on her therapist or her family, and unfortunately, not even a suicide hotline will help (in a very negative way, which is purely for this story’s purpose).

empty hearts┆short┆in which the reader tries to get spencer to talk to them, but he’s just not listening.

useless goodbye┆short┆the reader dies right in front of spencer.

moon and back┆requested┆by @petrichor-ds. “i loved you to the moon and back, you know.” for spencer when he’s comforting his SO who has been ~going through it~ w depression ??

jack-o’-lantern┆short┆where you carve pumpkins with spencer and he tells you how carving pumpkins became a thing.

derek morgan

something extra┆one-shot┆where you’ve been married to morgan and now you’re expecting your second child (with a little extra surprise). the team decides to throw you a baby shower.

baby kicks┆requested┆by anon. hiii, don’t know if ur taking requests rn. but if you are, i would love if you could do an imagine with derek morgan, where the reader is in her 7 or 8th month of pregnancy. and the team is out on the field and the baby kicks and everyone gets so excited, but especially morgan because that’s literally his baby?

☼ GOTHAM ☼

victor zsasz

forever until the end┆first chapter of multiple┆the reader is falcone’s long lost daughter whose mother fled to washington after an argument got out of hand. she was raised in an abused home where if she even mentioned her unknown father, she would be hurt. a couple of months after turning twenty-one, she’s beaten to the point she packs her things in the middle of the night and leaves. she does everything she can to get to gotham, even going as far as stealing a car. in gotham, she, fortunately, meets her father, along with a man named victor zsasz who was given the assignment of keeping the reader safe while she gets used to the city. zsasz has never dreaded a job more, but he ends up surprising even himself when he begins to like the reader.

imagines:

you being done with victor’s shit.

☼ HAIKYUU!! ☼

sugawara koshi

grey┆one-shot┆you had always wondered why the stripe of color on your wrist was grey. moving to a new school in the miyagi prefecture, you find out exactly why.

rest of my life┆short┆what sugawara would say if you ever asked him if you could spend the rest of your life with him.

tsukishima kei

it’s you┆one-shot┆after watching Avengers: Endgame, you meet your soulmate for the first time.

ukai keishin

Unanticipated┆one-shot┆the reader is an English teacher at Karasuno, who lived in the United States for much of her life. Never did she think she would meet her soulmate; at the age of twenty-four, she had yet to find them. Yet, one day, after a day of teaching, her friend Takeda asked her if she would come to the boy’s volleyball club meeting. She did. To her surprise, she remembered how much she loved volleyball and actually found her soulmate in that very gym.

aone takanobu

jackets┆short┆where aone points out that you have something on your shirt and he gives you his jacket.

preferences

how you meet includes hinata, kuroo, oikawa, tsukishima, sugawara, and ukai

☼ HARRY POTTER ☼

draco malfoy

sick┆one-shot┆where draco comes to join you in the common room, coughing his head off.

☼ HETALIA ☼

russia

birthday surprise┆one-shot┆no one seemed to like Ivan. except for you and the children where you worked. with his birthday going unnoticed by your coworkers, you decided to call Natalia up and make it possible for them to celebrate, only asking for friendship in return.

2p! nyo! america

pissy proposal┆one-shot┆Emily’s worried that you’re going to leave her. You make sure she knows that she’s the only one for you.

2p! russia

scared┆short┆our dear reader is pregnant. and she’s really nervous about telling viktor.

america

cute neighbor┆short┆alfred ran out in just his underwear after the fire alarm went off. you luckily had a blanket to spare.

☼ LUCIFER ☼

lucifer morningstar

willpower┆one-shot┆lucifer really doesn’t understand your motives. he tries to figure it out. platonic lucifer x reader.

necessary goodbye┆one-shot┆where the reader loves lucifer, but he’s in love with detective decker.

necessary realization┆requested┆pt. two of necessary goodbye, where the reader is engaged and she brings lucifer her wedding invitation. after she leaves to return to her hotel room for that weekend, he comes after her.

imagines:

lucifer preparing to show you his true face.

marcus pierce/cain

poisoned words┆one-shot┆where the reader is in love with pierce and they go undercover together. reader is poisoned and she goes to the hospital. after coming back, she tries to talk to pierce about how she feels. he shoots her down. i promise, there is a somewhat fluffy end to this.

uncanny resemblance┆requested┆you like the lieutenant. you cannot figure him out. it leads to a home invasion and your uncanny resemblance to a string of victims for anything to happen between the two of you.

amenadiel

lost and found┆one-shot┆the reader’s child, leo, gets lost and goes to the police department. amenadiel and lucifer are there and leo goes straight to amenadiel.

ella lopez

nerd basket┆requested┆being ella’s significant other is always filled with geeky questions and gifts. for your anniversary, she has more questions than you anticipated for your early anniversary gift.

☼ SUPERNATURAL ☼

crowley

fading┆one-shot┆The reader doesn’t know what to do with their self after Crowley dies, right in front of them. There’s nothing that they can do except grieve.

sam winchester

imagines

you hate when Sam says, “All Hallow’s Eve.”

☼ THE AVENGERS ☼

steve rogers

101┆first chapter of three┆steve finally meets his soulmate at the ripe age of 101. his soulmate is 24 and good friends with peter parker.

tony stark

shut up, stark.┆short┆tony stark is arguably the reader’s best friend, despite the constant jokes. he would give anything to help the reader with their constant anxiety.

stephen strange

birthday plans┆short┆It’s Stephen’s birthday. Tony called and said he was having a cookout. But you need to make sure Stephen and your little girl, Rosa, are ready for the event itself.

peter parker

liability┆one-shot┆somehow, the reader is in a predicament that only Spider-man can save them from. But just a couple seconds of Peter not paying attention literally cost them their life.

stalker┆short┆where the reader is being followed and peter comes to the rescue.

imagines

peter loves halloween and among us, a little too much.

natasha romanov

cute┆short┆about natasha calling you cute.

loki laufeyson

a little crush┆short┆in where loki is suuuper vulnerable. fluffy.

imagines

loki doesn’t like midgard holidays.

bucky barnes

cynophobia┆short┆where you’re afraid of dogs and it takes bucky to save you from one trapped in your apartment.

☼ THE LORD OF THE RINGS ☼

samwise gamgee

conceal, don’t feel┆short┆in which samwise doesn’t return your feelings.

☼ THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY ☼

diego hargreeves

replaceable┆one-shot┆in which diego loves lila, you love diego, and you witness the death of your best friend, elliot.

klaus hargreeves

back to the future┆short┆in which you are in love with klaus. he returns the feelings, but unfortunately for you, he does not want you coming to 2019 with him and his siblings.

allison hargreeves

imagines

cuddling with allison.

☼ THE VAMPIRE DIARIES ☼

series:

for the love of you┆the reader is summoned by bonnie, on accident, to the world of the mikaelsons. as confused as she is, she comes to realize that not only has she found her soulmate, she’s found four soulmates. PART ONE PART TWO┆more coming soon

elijah mikaelson

The Soulmate Principle┆one-shot┆Dear Prince Elijah should have just left you alone. But with the Soulmate Principle, he just couldn’t help himself. And it just so happened to cost you your life.

hugs and kisses┆requested┆Hello! Can I request an Elijah x reader one shot; just fluff with lots of kisses and cuddles? Btw, love your blog ^^ — Anon

could you be?┆one-shot┆It’s been on Elijah’s mind for some time. Would you feel the same way? Would you want him for the rest of your life?

ocean’s beauty┆one-shot┆Klaus, of course, the traveller he is, decides to take everyone along with him. You’re a human and you’re married to Elijah. Oh, and your ship’s hit an iceberg in the middle of the Atlantic—and it’s sinking quickly.

kiss of life┆one-shot┆polyamorous reader in a relationship with elijah, klaus, and kol has died. however, she comes back in a revenge plot by a witch who lost her wife due to klaus.

injury┆short┆where you are injured and elijah takes care of you.

glitter┆short┆based off of the song glitter, by patrick droney. the reader is dead, but not entirely gone. elijah doesn’t know this.

choose me┆one-shot┆elijah has been a bad boyfriend, in the sense that he’s always gone and never takes into consideration how that makes you feel.

surprise parties┆requested┆Hii! If the bingo requests are still open can you do a one shot of elijah x reader with the birthday prompt it can be like rebekah throwing a birthday party for the reader or just like elijah fluff, up to you <33 — anon

she will be loved┆requested┆Hi! Can I please request an (platonic) Elijah x 3-4 year old fem!child oneshot where when Elijah went to Mystic Falls (when he needed Elena) and when he’s walking, he hears crying and finds her alone on the streets. I’m sure his heart would absolutely break at the sight and he would do anything he can to help calm her down. He obviously wouldn’t leave her on the streets, deciding right then and there that he wants to adopt her, so he brings her home with him. Omggg he would be such a soft (and veryyy protective) dad and all of the Mikaelsons (once they were undaggered) would love her so much 🤧 (Also Elijah would absolutely lose it if the Mystic Falls gang ever brought Y/n into any of the drama) — @kpopgirlbtssvt

a welcome arrangement┆requested┆Hi! If requests are open, could I request an Elijah x Reader where the reader is a vampire and long time friend to the Mikaelson's, and Rebekah and the others try to set her up with Elijah because they know they both like each other? I love your writing!! 💕 — anon

imagines

you adopt a child with Elijah.

klaus mikaelson

you’re safe now┆one-shot┆the reader leaves the mystic grill with the intent of going home. instead, something distracts her and she’s attacked. her soulmate is the one who saves her life. crazily enough, it’s the same guy who she was staring at just moments earlier.

pretend boyfriend┆short┆ reader is being watched by some creepy guy at the mystic grill. she asks dear klaus to pretend to be her boyfriend.

which disney princess are you?┆short┆Klaus walks in on you taking a Which Disney Princess Are You? quiz on Buzzfeed. Color him intrigued.

heather┆short┆in where the reader is in love with klaus, but he loves heather.

endearment┆short┆klaus is in love with you. but he doesn’t know if you return the feelings.

kiss of life┆one-shot┆polyamorous reader in a relationship with klaus, elijah, and kol has died. however, she comes back in a revenge plot by a witch who lost her wife due to klaus.

forgotten lifetimes┆one-shot┆reader has dementia and has forgotten her children on multiple occasions. now, she’s forgetting klaus.

writer’s block┆short┆where the reader is suffering from writer’s block and klaus comforts the reader so they don’t get upset because of it.

silent treatment┆requested┆hi, can you please write an imagine with klaus mikaelson? his gf calls him by one of her close friend’s name (that he don’t like bc he’s possessive like that) and he gives her the silent treatment — anon

one night stands, and then some┆requested┆hi! i just wanted to say that i love your blog! i have a request, for a klaus mikaelson drabble/imagine. where the reade had a one night stand with him (instead of hayley) and now she’s pregnant. whatever else you want to do with that! thank you! ❤️ — @mikaelson-emma

a bolt from the blue┆one-shot┆the reader has recently moved from colorado and finds one of her first cases on the job to be a dead doctor, invited to a ball held by the mikaelsons. she goes, expecting to find the killer, but instead, she finds that two of the mikaelsons have fallen for her—klaus and rebekah.

kol mikaelson

take a hint┆requested┆can you do a kol mikaelson one where Caroline is distracting Klaus and she brought the reader with her so she could distract kol? maybe it can be based on the song take a hint from victorious? i’ve listened to it and thought it would be funny and cute! thank you! — @mikaelson-emma

family game night┆one-shot┆where you play Monopoly with the Mikaelson’s and the youngest finds out he’s developed a little crush.

kiss of life┆one-shot┆polyamorous reader in a relationship with kol, klaus, and elijah has died. however, she comes back in a revenge plot by a witch who lost her wife due to klaus.

tell me a lie┆short┆loosely based off the quote, “my favorite lie was, ‘i love you.’” definitely not happy. reader was cheated on.

forsaken hearts┆short┆kol doesn’t love you. what’s his reason?

talks of mortality┆one-shot┆about you trying to talk kol into taking the cure, but he doesn’t want to listen to what you have to say.

truth or dare┆one-shot┆after a game of truth or dare, you reveal to your friends and siblings that you’re dating kol mikaelson.

times of change┆short┆an argument between kol and the reader.

imagines

kol pisses you off

rebekah mikaelson

pesky┆short┆using the sentence prompt, “can someone kill him again?”

imagines

rebekah reveals how she truly feels.

damon salvatore

Closure┆one-shot┆a year has passed since Damon and the reader broke up. Damon was with Angie, the reader was a depressed shell of herself. A drunken three AM phone call is exactly what it takes for the reader to get some closure.

by your side┆requested┆Can I get a fluff fic of either Elijah Mikaelson or Damon Salvatore where the reader is going through a rough time (depressive episode) and they comfort reader through it? 😔 — anon

stefan salvatore

only time will tell┆requested┆a stefan soulmate au — @123cvcz

lovelorn hearts┆requested┆heyyy, can i request a angst fic where reader is damon’s best friend and stefan has a huge crush on her, she overhears damon teasing him about it which leads to his confession, but she’s unsure if she feels the same way and he gets his heart broken all over again? (after elena) thanks, your writing is lovely. — @xoxosinister

miscellaneous

imagines:

hope hearing stories about you.

☼ X-MEN ☼

charles xavier

happiest year┆one-shot┆although the reader loves charles—although she makes sure he knows that she would do anything for him, he throws it all away. the reader leaves and moves on with her life.

erik lehnsherr

embarrassing moments┆requested┆BROOOOOOO i didn’t know you wrote for the x men … could i please request smth w erik?? smth with mutual pining ~~~ maybe reader is an awkward mutant who’s insecure and can’t talk to erik ……. bro the erik thirst has been REAL recently — @petrichor-ds

sparks fly┆requested┆reader is a cheerful mutant w some sort of electricity ability, and she’s bright until erik comes around. then she’s removed, quiet, and reserved. charles has had enough and pairs them up to do training demos tgt (electricity overlaps w magnetism a bit) and then ~romantic tension~ and then reader finally confesses to him after he’s like “why r u so nervous????” — @petrichor-ds

☼ THE 100 ☼

bellamy blake

imagines:

you’re left behind at mount weather, instead of gina.

#reader insert #x reader #masterlist #fanfiction #x-men #twilight #the vampire diaries #the umbrella academy #lotr #the hobbit #avengers #haikyuu!!#criminal minds #birds of prey

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Ok ok ok. So i just got done reading your series 'Just a babysitter' and boy let me tell you how much i loved it. I was amazing! But it got me thinking, what would you think would happen if instead of the boys using mind tricks, they instead went into a comma like state until they healed all the way. BUT they reader doesn't know that and and goes into a depression until all she can think about is revenge? Idk. It was a thought. I love your writing! Please Keep up the good work😘

I'm so glad you enjoyed the series! And thank you for all the kind words!💛💛💛 I find this idea really interesting, so thank you for sharing it! (My thoughts are that they were brought up (in part) by bloodthirsty vampires, so they'd never be opposed to some violence ;))

Just A Babysitter - Alternative Ending (ish).

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: major character death (implied), mention of alcohol usage

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A/N: I wasn't too sure how to finish this, so I've left it kinda open ended for now. I might do a part two to this, once I've figured out an appropriate end to it.

An involuntary gasping sob bursts from my throat as I find the bodies lying on the floor, my eyes widening as they fill with tears, my mind unable to grasp the concept of what has happened. My muscles give way and I collapse to the floor, knees banging harshly against the solid rock below, my mind in turmoil now as emotions start to rush to the surface: anger, hurt, grief, betrayal and despair are the prevailing ones, all of which assault my conscience until my resolve breaks, tears spilling over my cheeks without abandon, my voice finally finding itself again as strangled sobs start to leave my mouth. Pleas and whimpers of denial accompany them, incoherent through the wracking cries shaking my body.

"No, no, no, no! Please no, this can't be real! Please! Wake up, please, I'm begging you, wake up! No, no, no..." I mutter as I crawl over to the familiar outlines of my friends and brothers, hands reaching for the usually comforting shapes of the closest: David. As my hand makes contact, I fight the urge to flinch, repulsed by the sensation of the dead flesh beneath my fingers, the icy temperature not a surprise, though the lack of life definetly is. Out of the four bodies present, his is the least damaged, his features still recognisable and handsome, his only noticeable injury being the dual holes in his shirt, where stains of dark blood have gathered.

To his left is who I assume to be Dwayne, the dark haired vampire burnt and bloodied, the tanned skin pallid and mottled, as if scarring over, an arrow protruding from his abdomen. His features are nearly completely distorted, clearly in pain when he died, the sight of this inciting a sharp burst of anger inside me, though it is easily swamped by the grief.

Just left of Dwayne is Paul, the tall blonde the least recognisable of the group, his features almost melted, as if someone pressed an iron to his face, the skin and flesh bloodied and shiny, the waxy complexion giving him the appearance of some ruined sculpture. Bone and muscle tissue peek through the usually pristine skin, his clothes nearly destroyed, showing angry red marks and ugly burn marks beneath, the sight of which make me want to throw up, especially as I catch sight of the yellowing pus gathering around the worst ones.

Looking back to David, I feel another, stronger, wave of grief wash over me, my sobs getting louder as I try to hold back the steaming tears and pleas of hope, the emotion building up more and more. Pulling my hand away from David's ashen face, I cup my face in them and rub at my skin, scratching my nails over my scalp in mental agony, before I throw my head back and scream. The sound is strangled and guttural, but it holds all the emotion I'm currently feeling, allowing it to reverberate around the room.

I break off with yet another sob, my throat raw and shredded from the painful sounds, a pounding headache starting to set in as my body starts to dehydrate, all the energy leaving me as I slouch to the side, unable to hold myself up as I fall to the floor, hitting my shoulder painfully on the hard rock. My vision starts to fade, my eyes still fixed on the bodies a little way away from me, my breathing erratic as I drift off, darkness easily consuming me...

I'm almost disappointed when I come to again, my eyelids sticking together slightly from the dried tears, my entire body aching painfully as I lift my head from the floor, a dull pain spreading through my muscles. Groaning, I heave myself upright, rubbing at my face as my eyes stray back to the line of bodies, grief flooding me again, though I suppress it, choosing to stay numb instead, not allowing myself to break down again, knowing that my body will need some water soon, or it'll start to shut down.

Staggering to my feet, I shakily take a few steps away from the object of my misery, the room spinning in my vision as I walk away and into my room, aiming for the bed, where I've got a spare water bottle. Nauseous, I bend down and take it out from under the bed, checking to see if it's filled, before taking a long, deep drink from it, relishing in the sensation of the cool water running down my chafed throat, soothing the dull burn already setting in.

Almost instantly, I bend back over and return the contents of my stomach back to the outside, throwing up all over the floor as my body rejects the sustenance on account of me drinking too much too quickly, soon resting to dry heaving as nothing else comes up. Coughing, I drop to the floor, wiping my sleeve over my mouth to clear away the saliva and bile, whimpering at the pounding head ache setting in, my throat stinging now from the harsh acid that just rushed past, my body now pleading for some water or food to keep it going. Hesitantly, I take a swig of the water and swill out my mouth, spitting it onto the floor to get rid of the taste, quickly taking another sip seconds later, cautiously swallowing it. Thankfully it stays down.

For hours, I remain sat there, my body turning numb and sluggish as I fade into a trance, my mind refusing to accept what it knows, trying instead to think over different subjects. Eventually, it settles on one thing, and one thing only.

Sharp anger spreads through me, my head filled with a plan as I stand and go back into the main room, staggering once more as I struggle to regain balance. I quickly locate a bottle of whiskey, a knife from one of the past victims, a bandana (again from a past victim) and a hooded jacket (one of mine this time) pulling on a pair of black gloves as I go. Sticking the knife through my belt, I tie the bandana around my lower face and pull up the hood of the jacket, sending one last look at the bodies before I head out, focused on the one thing that will make this right: killing the murderers.

Once outside, I locate my bike and climb on, kicking it into gear with no hesitation, speeding off at a dangerous pace towards the main road, the now-empty bottle of whiskey lying on the cliff top, the alcohol running through my veins. Recklessly, I hurtle down the roads, avoiding the new night traffic as I do so, ignoring angry protests as I pass them, only revving the engine when someone screams at me from their window, thundering into town. I don't stop until I've reached the Boardwalk, too focused to realise there are large crowds of people around until I've nearly bowled some of them over, screams and shouts halting me as I pull the bike up short, parking it near the wall.

Climbing off, I instantly start wandering the streets, looking out for my targets, my hand on the knife at my hip as I do so, all rational thought leaving me as a murderous rage takes over. After a good hour or so, I finally spot them: the traitors to our group and their little friends.

Silently, I fall into step behind them, ready to act on a moment's notice.

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#kiefer sutherland #paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#santa carla #marko(the lost boys)#star(the lost boys)

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A List Of (Mostly TMA) Fic Recs Sorted By Vibe

Not an exhaustive list by any means, just a few favourites that caught my fancy. I shortened many of the summaries for space.

I’m going to pin this here and update it as I go.

Also, I’m pensivetense on ao3

MELANCHOLY VIBES

for when you want to feel comfortably muted

(sad but not utterly bleak endings here)

Hope, Etc. (Dickenson, et al.) by yellow_caballero

Jonathan Sims, six months after the Unknowing, wakes to find himself without a daemon - without humanity, without a soul. It’s a cursed half-life, but existence as a shell without a heart isn’t so bad: between solving the mystery of a persistent illusion cast over his friends and some light pseudo-cannibalism, a life as a monster is better than no life at all. At least, it would be, if it wasn’t for the fucking Owl.

A freaking. Amazing. Daemon au. Ties the lore of Dust with TMA lore very satisfyingly, but is mostly about Jon navigating what it means to be human, or, in the absence of that, a person, and doesn’t require prior knowledge of His Dark Materials. Cannot recommend highly enough.

after one long season of waiting by nuinuijiaojiao

Annabelle is not used to having nice things. or, Annabelle heads to Upton House, muses a little, and gets some well-deserved rest

I love survivalist Annabelle and also the concept of the Web as kind of a horrible Patron, actually.

i love you. I want us both to eat well. by SmallishWormMasterOfTheUniverse

At the safehouse with Martin, Jon decides it's time to quit statements once and for all. The Eye disagrees. Martin just needs Jon to be okay. It's quite possible that nobody is going to get what they want.

Scottish Safehouse Era, Jon and Martin coping with their respective Entities... really, really good.

the friend by doomcountry

He always greets a new spider when he meets it. It’s instinct, born in childhood, the same way he instinctively counts magpies, or flicks salt over his left shoulder. A little harmless superstition. A bit of politesse.

A great Martin character study with eldritch spider horror included. The imagery regularly haunts me (in a good way).

autumn’s rare gift by bee_bro

Annually, the two meet, renewing the binding ritual where it had all started. The procedure simple: a waltz.

Singlehandedly made me ship Gertrude/Agnes so there’s that. It’s so bittersweet and bee_bro’s writing is, as always, incredibly poetic. (I’d recommend everything they write, actually.)

smile, you’re trending by Goodluckdetective

During an encounter with another Avatar of the Eye, Jon faces his past, Martin takes a turn at playing Kill Bill and Basira has a second look at the monster she’s determined to see. For three people associated with the Eye, they could all use some perspective.

Features an original Eye Avatar character who’s a YouTube personality; she is infuriating and inspired and genuinely frightening and I cannot say enough good things.

Humility by The_Lionheart

have you no idea that you're in deep?/i've dreamt about you nearly every night this week,/how many secrets can you keep?

An OC centric story but don’t let that put you off, it’s amazing. Very heavily focused around Jonah Magnus and the other Avatars as they change through the years. Also, I’d die for the OC.

oh, for one sweet second without the eye series by faedemon

Beholding does not like in the way humans do, but it likes its Archivist all the same.

I’m just so fond of the way this is done stylistically. I have a great weakness for dialogue only/dialogue heavy writing, not to mention all of the wonderful character beats and interplay of humanity/inhumanity for Jon and Melanie.

Rewind by WhyNotFly

It takes eight days of forced confinement for Jon to start hallucinating. [...] It’s Martin, though, that his exhausted brain conjures, because of course it’s Martin. After all this time, of course it’s Martin.

Jon willingly allows himself to be confined rather than hunting for statements, and examines his relationship with Martin.

for a firmament series by supaslim

There is beauty in destruction. There is art in becoming. In which Jon becomes the Archive, and the Archive becomes Jon.

Part two posted this morning and uhhh. Good. Also if you’re here for weird eldritch body horror (I am), this one’s for you.

ONES THAT JUST HURT

for when you want to feel sad

(somewhat bleaker endings here/everyone is NOT okay)

Feste by yellow_caballero

If asked, Martin would say that he became the shadow director of the Magnus Institute by accident. But nobody ever asked, and nobody ever cared, and it was in this way that Martin stopped lying to himself. Or: break free, Martin. All you have to lose are your chains. And your sanity.

Oh, this one totally didn’t go the way I expected it to. A study in isolation. Could go into the category above, as the ending is not bleak, but the tone of the whole is somewhat more depressing than most there.

Ghosts of Love by RavenXavier

Nothing made Martin more grounded in the world than yearning for Jonathan Sims.

Lonely!Martin that really captures a sort of visceral ache. Hurts me and yet I keep rereading.

i do desire (we may be better strangers) by godbewithyouihavedone

For ages, it only knew how to worship, taking human bodies and living off the fear of those who remembered. It never knew love until it became Jonathan Sims. Now it must fight against every instinct to save Martin Blackwood. Archivist Sasha, Not!Jon/Martin, and the worst kind of Fake Dating AU.

Oh, this one just made me sad. The poor not!them, which is something I never thought I’d say.

Apple Of Your Eye by fakeCRfan

In which the Eye is fond of Martin. Perhaps a little too fond for comfort.

Somehow manages to be both sweet and horrifying—the characterisation of the Eye is incredible. ‘The Eye loves Martin’ is a scenario that’s so utterly doomed to failure and yet the writing is packed with so much pathos that I just want them all to be happy. A fantastic use of themes of agency and choice, and the single best use of Beholding as a source of horror I’ve read.

The Last Press by copperbadge

Jon Sims is awake, and has begun preparations for the Rite of the Watcher's Crown. Peter Lukas, who woke him, would be content to rule at his side. Martin is very upset about all of this, and the Lukases aren't thrilled with it either.

I really can’t say anything without spoiling the end and it’s so good. An alternate take on the Watcher’s Crown. Not a pairing that I ever thought would work for me, but this made it work.

watch the blood evaporate by 75hearts

It starts, like so many things in Jon’s life have started, with a nagging itch of curiosity. Jonathan Sims uses his healing abilities throughout s4. Read the tags.

Dear God please read the tags. But this is some high quality pain if it’s for you.

the lighthouse series by low_fi

Peter Lukas is a lighthouse keeper. One evening, he gets a call from a cryptic overseer tasked with monitoring his work.

This is such a vivid and yet subtle story—from the setting to the emotions portrayed, it creeps up on you slowly. The ending was like the gentlest possible gut-punch. The sequel just completed, and yeah, just as wonderful. This one is very much LonelyEyes but I listed it here because it is just exquisitely painful.

SATISFYINGLY HOPEFUL VIBES

for when you want to feel cozy

Clutching Daffodils by Gemi

Martin has always liked the idea of love at first sight. It’s such a romantic idea, the whole thing of it. Seeing someone and instantly feeling that strange, twisting feeling deep inside that every single media likes to obsess over. Of knowing you are in love within the day, petals falling from your mouth and warmth filling your chest as love burrows deep, vines twisting through your lungs. He always liked the idea of it. And then Jonathan Sims starts working at the Magnus Institute.

Somehow manages to be lighter and fluffier than most hanahaki fare, despite the setting. I’ve reread this one a lot.

the least he could do by Prim_the_Amazing

Martin should in fact not pick this man, specifically because of how attracted he is to him. It would be the responsible thing to do. Except he’s already following him. And he’s hungry.

Fluffy vampire au which everyone’s probably already read, but was too good not to mention.

rather interesting by bee_bro

Jonah Magnus realizes that, for some reason, when he comes in contact with weed, Elias Bouchard's consciousness will come into his life banging pots and pans.

Oh boy. So these are all favourite fics but this one is a favourite amongst favourites. The way Jonah is characterised (i.e. incredibly sensitive to scrutiny) is my favourite depiction of him, and the slow-burn between him and Elias is far sweeter than it has any right to be. Also, it’s hilarious.

The Magnus Records series by ErinsWorks

In a world parallel to that of the Archives and the Institute, a supernatural sanctuary stands against a cruel and uncaring world: A world of bureaucracy and tyranny, of murder and carnage, of loneliness and surveillence, of plague and death. But in this world of fear and misery, 14 entities born of the hopes of the world have emerged. And one of them has made their home here, at The Magnus Sanctuary. Perhaps, the employees within may lead happier lives than their counterparts did in the Archives.

This is just so goddamn pure. The author writes a really imaginative, fleshed-out alternate world and alternate Entities with engaging, well-written short statements. All of the character voices are absolutely on point, and it’s overall absurdly hopeful without ever feeling overly saccharine. I love this series so much, you guys, you don’t even know. I want to print it out and paste it on my wall. I love it.

HARD APOCALYPSE

for when you want to feel dark and angsty (and eldritch)

Most of these are shorts/oneshots because it’s just that kind of genre, y’know?

Ashes to Ashes by marrowbones

A conversation at the end of the world.

Oliver Banks is one of those minor characters that I am overly attached to. Love him here.

Employee Benefits by equals_eleven_thirds

The Magnus Institute offered some normal employee benefits: a pension plan, holidays, travel subsidies, free lunch on the last Friday of each month. Rosie makes it work.

This manages to hit that perfect sweet spot of satisfying and hilarious. Rosie gets to torment Elias, as she well deserves.

a rose by any other name by Duck_Life

Part of Jon blooms in Jared Hopworth’s garden.

This one was sad and honestly too gentle to really belong in this category, but I love it.

Eye to Eye by Dribbledscribbles

In which Jonah Magnus attempts a post-apocalyptic pep talk.

Unreliable narrator at its finest, and the implications are suitably horrific.

commensalis by doomcountry

The tower is endlessly, impossibly tall, but Jon’s work is taller.

If you’re here for the eldritch imagery, then this has some of the best.

SOFT APOCALYPSE

for when you want to feel gently triumphant

apocalypse how series by sunshine_states

Humanity adjusts. The Entities have Regrets.

Some nice vignettes set in a kinder apocalypse.

ceylon series by Sciosa

The one in which Jonathan Sims decides that no, actually, he isn't going to let the world just end.

I include this only for the sake on completeness, as everyone has no doubt already read it.

rituals by doomcountry

Martin is the first person to knock on the Archivist's door since it arrived, fully, into its little waiting temple. The Archivist saw him coming from down the hall, but decides to feign interest when the knob turns, and Martin—still a little bit smaller, a little more translucent than before—stands uncertainly just outside the room.

This one’s a little less focused on the world at large and more on JonMartin specifically.

we raise it up by savrenim

Jonathan Sims reads a book and saves the world; although maybe the real salvation is the friends he makes along the way; (although perhaps the world itself and the darkness that exists behind it isn't quite as out to get everyone as it seems).

More ‘soft revolution’ than ‘soft apocalypse’, but has the same vibe. A time travel fix-it. Incomplete but worth it if this is a mood that appeals to you.

Scarred Ground by DictionaryWrites

“You see," Elias said softly, "people always have this idea that only living things can be scarred - and they're right, of course. But a building is a living thing, Martin. And the ground can be scarred, too." "I don't have any scars," Martin said. "Yes, you do," Elias said. "You just need the right light to see them.”

Falls somewhere between ‘Apocalypse’ and ‘Soft Apocalyse’ but I’m putting it here because I feel like it. Also technically a LonelyEyes fic. I found it hard to follow at first but it’s worth sticking with; things will eventually begin to make sense and come together.

LONELYEYES

for when you want to feel lonelyeyes

marrying anguish with one last wish by procrastinatingbookworm

In which Elias isn't Orpheus, and Peter isn't Eurydice, but Elias brings Peter home anyway.

Lives in my head rent free forever. My favourite lonelyeyes fic.

ouroboros by Wildehack

“You know,” Jonah says, a muscle in his calf quivering agreeably where it’s slung over Mordechai’s shoulder, “it’s really quite--fortunate--that I don’t care for you at all.”

Oh, this one hurts in the best possible way. The endless cycle of their relationship, the way it comes full-circle... yeah, good. Actually, no, this one might be my favourite. It’s a tie.

Breaking all the Rules by Thedupshadove

Elias proposes a somewhat...unusual wager.

Soft lonelyeyes? In my recs? It’s more likely than you think. Short, sweet, and... sweet.

Threefold by Sprinkledeath

Peter Lukas breaks three rules.

I’m just a slut for mythology allusions I guess.

Luck Be A Lady Tonight by prodigy

In 2014, Elias Bouchard takes a rare trip outside of his comfort zone. Peter Lukas wastes a bunch of money. You'd be surprised how many things can go wrong for two beings of cosmic power.

I love the sense of the history of them you get while reading this.

love is just a word (the idea seems absurd) by kaneklutz

"Something's wrong. It's stopped hurting" An avatar of the Lonely and an avatar of the Beholding walk into a bar relationship. It was bound to blow up in their faces.

Short, sweet, painful. Excellent exploration of their priorities.

Victor by penguistifical

elias tries something with his powers that he hasn't attempted before

The one where Elias tries to raise the dead. Not incredibly LonelyEyes centric but that’s still the pairing.

Simon Says by penguistifical

“Peter asked me to drop by and have a word with you, and, so, here I am.” Simon chuckles at Elias’s disbelieving stare. “Well, he asked in his own way. He’s not a complicated man, you know. He either comes from your arms looking like a stroked cat that’s been given a dish of cream or looking like he’s been in that toy boat of his out in an unexpected storm. He was far angrier than normal, so I daresay you weren’t cream today.”

I mean personally I’d just go ahead and rec all of penguistifical’s LonelyEyes fics but this is a standout for me.

AROMANTIC AND ASPEC MOODS

for when you want to feel Seen

The Aro Archives series by WhyNotFly

These are all just really really good. From Aro!Peter to two different aro-spec versions of the Scottish Safehouse to a long and beautiful aro hanahaki fic, this series is uniformly wonderful. The two Scottish Safehouse ones (Torn Edges and Murky Water) are my comfort fics.

and now all fear gives way by j_quadrifons

Before he can think it through, he murmurs, "Is that what it feels like? Being in love?" Martin's hand stills in his hair and Jon's stomach drops.

This one just. Wow yeah this is how it be. Another absolute comfort fic of mine.

Sweet As Roses by Prim_the_Amazing

Jon takes Martin by the shoulders, leans up on the tips of his toes, and kisses him.

I’m going to be honest—I didn’t know where to put this one. But it ended up here because the real standout of this fic for me is the portrayal of Sasha, and especially her portrayal as an aro character. So I’m putting it here. Mind the content warnings with this one!

HUMOUR

for when you want to feel delight

The Torment of Sebastian Skinner by Urbenmyth

After the Eye's victory, the statement givers are trapped in their horror stories, living them over and over again. Naturally, this works out better for some then for others.

Premise? Delightful. Execution? Fantastic. I read this one to cheer myself up when I’m sad.

Unlucky by VolxdoSioda

Jon’s dice betray him

Short, sweet DnD au, and the reason I cannot get DM!Elias out of my head now.

Voracious by beetl

A bird hits the window. Jon experiences The Flesh's thrall.

“Dead Dove: Do Not Eat” but make it literal.

The Stupid Endings by Urbenmyth

There are a lot of very deeply thought out and creative AUs on this site. These aren't among them. These ones are how the story could have ended, if Jonny Sims was a dumbass.

These are just uniformly hilarious, I cannot recommend them highly enough.

PODCAST CROSSOVERS

for when you want to make one of those “if I had a nickel for every time...” posts

The Sabbatical by morelikeassassin

Nicholas Waters is in need of an all-knowing eldritch entity beyond the confines of human imagining to help with his latest ritual. He'll have to settle for Jonathan Sims, who happens to have nothing better to do.

Crossover with Archive 81 (s3, specifically). Both fun and bittersweet.

The City And Its Sorrows by cuttooth

“What makes you think your friend is in Eskew?” David asks. He feels he can risk the scrutiny of the city that far. “I read that this is a place people end up when they get lost,” says the man. “This is a place people end up,” David agrees./The Archivist comes to Eskew.

Contemplative piece, and I love the way it presents David’s relationship with Eskew, the way he finds it horrible and hates it and yet belongs to it, is almost proud in the way he shows to to Jon. Great little vignette of two people oppressed by eldritch powers, intersecting.

Hiatus by bibliocratic

My name is Jonathan Sims, and I am in Eskew. (Jon gets lost in a Spiral city. It is not as easy as escaping.)

This one is far more focused on Jon than David, and is honestly more Eskew-weird than Spiral-weird. In the best way. Told in Eskew episode style, and is very good.

Sweet Music by Shella688

Eskew has a music to it, if you know how to listen. The percussion beat of thousands of footsteps, the melody in the squealing of the trains overhead. Today, the music of Eskew comes in the form of nine musicians, playing outside my office. My name is David Ward, and I am in Eskew.

Not TMA, but since a lot of Mechs fans go here—this one’s a Mechs/Eskew crossover. Short and simple, mostly David Ward centric, just a little well-written one shot I had to mention because I enjoyed it but it doesn’t have much traffic. Nice portrayal of the Mechs from an outsider’s perspective, and how genuinely strange and frightening they’d come across (especially if you’re already being haunted by and eldritch city). If you like Eskew-style storytelling, check it out!

NOT TMA

...but good enough that I physically cannot make a recs list without including them. Here!

#tma #the magnus archives #fic recs #long post #i'm not kidding you guys it's long #so be warned before you click read more #pinned on my blog

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carewyncromwell · 3 years

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Hey guys! So, in the past, I’ve done “inspiration posts” centered around my HPHM MC Carewyn Cromwell, Carewyn’s mother Lane and her brother Jacob, and my HPHL MC Jackson Knightly...and now it’s my HPHL vampire boy Bartholomew “Bat” Varney’s turn!

As hilarious as it sounds, I can actually blame the Twilight films for the initial spark behind Bat’s character. I admit that I’ve never really been a Twilight fan -- I read the first book because of my interest in vampires and the (rather shallow) comparison the mass public made at the time between Twilight and Harry Potter, but the second Twilight book lost me once main character Bella started trying to hurt herself just to try to see her OTL Edward again, and I’ve never picked them up since. Skip about fifteen years, and I get invited to a friend’s house to watch and rib Breaking Dawn Parts 1 and 2. Even if I hadn’t read the books, I knew the overall trajectory of the story, so I was able to basically follow what was going on, but those films were and remain the only Twilight movies I’ve seen. And after seeing them, the main emotion I came away with was absolute exasperation...because the entire time Breaking Dawn Part 2 was playing, I couldn’t give a damn what was going on with Bella, Edward, Jacob, Nessie, the Cullens, the werewolves, or the Volturi. All I wanted to do was focus on one of the most minor, bit-part characters placed in the background -- a vampire who was a soldier in the Revolutionary War and later went on to fight in just about every other American War since, played by Lee Pace, named Garrett. I was absolutely beside myself that we had an engaging, snarky, charming vampire who’d once lived in the 1700′s, one of my absolute FAVORITE historical eras, and he was shunted out of the way to make room for such a boring, stake-less, and kind of dysfunctional romance. I wanted a whole book about Garrett -- I wanted a whole TV series! It still boggles my mind that Stephanie Meyer could create such an interesting character and then only feature him for a fraction of the very last book in a four-part series.

The feelings I had about Garrett sort of lingered in the back of my head for a while, and one thought led to another, and I got to thinking about why I’d even tried reading Twilight to begin with. The answer, honestly, was that vampires was one of the biggest question marks left open in the Potterverse by Jo Rowling. She’s claimed in interviews that she didn’t think she could add anything to the vampire mythos through her work, hence why she referenced them existing, but didn’t feature them much at all in the story. And yet from my point of view, the vampire as seen in traditional folklore sort of contradicts one of the core themes of Rowling’s books -- namely, that death is both irreversible and inevitable. Because of the very diverse ways vampires have been depicted in different cultures and media over the years, there were so many questions left unanswered regarding which powers if any Potterverse vampires have, what their weaknesses are, why Voldemort never looked into becoming a vampire when searching for immortality, what their status in the Wizarding World is, why we don’t see any fighting with Voldemort like we do other “Dark creatures” like werewolves, and how their undead status fits in with the tenant of death being something you can’t escape. And the more I thought about it, the more exciting that potential became -- so I fleshed out a kind of vampire that could answer those questions and fit comfortably in the Potterverse without running the risk of “god-modding” or being too overpowered.

Vampires have more weaknesses than powers -- lessened magical ability, hypersensory sensitivity, the inability to sleep and dream, poor health, and intense and constant blood lust VS. lengthened life and increased durability.

Voldemort never sought becoming a vampire because someone else has to curse you both before and after your death, and not only are you not guaranteed to end up in the body you died in, but your magical ability is close to non-existent.

Vampires are on the absolute fringes of magical society and largely live in isolated colonies, hence why we so rarely see them or know much about them.

Vampires didn’t get involved in the Wizarding Wars because most truthfully don’t want to hurt anybody or create more of their kind by sharing the knowledge of their creation with wizards.

Vampires are similar to ghosts in the way that they died, but returned to Earth and cannot pass on, but are different in the way that they have a physical form and someone else forced them to come back against their will, rather than it being a choice on their part. They’re similar to Inferi in the way that they were brought back from the dead by Dark magic cast by another person, but they have a soul and are so trapped in the bodies they’re cursed into that they almost always outlive the person who originally cursed them and can only be killed through the traditional “stake through the heart and beheading” technique. Vampires also all end up dying sooner or later, whether by their own hand or intervention by wizards after they’ve lost so much of their sanity and humanity that they become dangerous.

With the vampire lore plotted out, I had to go back to figuring out who this vampire of mine was as a person. At that point, I hadn’t had an MC that was a Ravenclaw yet (unless you count Carewyn’s brother and mother), so I decided that could be something fun to explore, particularly if I wanted to steer clear of the brooding vampire trope. (All of the Ravenclaws I’ve known in my life are much less prone to self-loathing and depression than I am. XD;;;) Sure enough, though, one of the influences that popped up right away was Garrett. Like Garrett, Bat was originally from the 1700′s, only to die and become a vampire while fighting in the American War for Independence -- the biggest difference, of course, is that Garrett was an American Patriot, while Bat was a British regular!! LOL!! As I hashed out Bat’s backstory as a Muggle-born wizard who went to war with his best friend, however, I found Bat (or, more specifically, his original human self, Robert) picking up traits from another character -- Sirius Black! Like Sirius, Robert was disinterested in rules and a bit cocky, but also incredibly talented and intelligent and a deathly loyal friend, especially to his male best friend, who was like a brother to him and he would’ve died rather than betray. If Barty was the popular, well-liked leader of the group, Robert was his right-hand man and foil. Sadly, like Sirius as well, Robert also ended up losing his male best friend far too soon and being condemned to a fate worse than death thanks to a betrayal by his other best friend. They’re also both dog Animagi who become surrogate parental figures in later life! ^.^

As Robert, Bat’s face claim is Josh Groban. As a vampire stuck in his BFF Barty’s reanimated corpse, Bat’s face claim is Lee Pace, specifically in his role as Fernando Wood in the film Lincoln.

#hphl #hogwarts legacy #about bartholomew #bartholomew varney #personal #that sketch of robert? that maaaaay or may not be part of something else I'm working on >3

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madnessismylover · 3 years

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Hello friend! How are you? You working any projects you feel like talking about? I have projects myself but uh, I haven't touched them in a hot minute 😅

😃 Friend

*deep breath* 😮

Oh I have so many WIPs right now. (I also have so many fics that are "on hiatus" when really they should be labeled as discontinued. I think I almost have 100 works on AO3 and - not counting one shots - maybe ... 10 are completed... Probably less - checked there's about 8 or so out of 31 completed works the rest being one shots)

Hyperfixation switches are annoying 😩

My most recent and the ones I've mostly been working on lately is 3 new WIP and 1 rewrite WIP with a possible second rewrite I had already started but my hyperfixation might be switching again...

First is just a super fluffy fic that's a prequel to the movie Prometheus (and I have 3 other fics "planned" for that series X.x). Basically I added an OC who is filming for a documentary (because Weyland would totally want to profit off finding the key to eternal life) and she asks David to wake her about a week early so she can get some filming in and it's basically 2 weeks of tooth-rotting fluff and mutual pining, idiots in love, etc.

Second is more androids which is kinda semi fluff for Detroit Become Human with some hurt/comfort. Irl I have these heart shaped stones of Rhodonite and they're supposed to help with emotional healing and trauma so I started with the idea of giving one to Daniel (because he deserved better) then it escalated to MC giving one to pretty much every deviant she came across because they all deserve healing 😭 and I wasn't sure what ship to make it (cause for some reason I can't write a fic without there being some kind of romance in it X.x) but ended up deciding on it being for Simon but with platonic love for everyone else and I'm gonna have Nines and Sixty and just big happy android family; Hank has 3 sons and a daughter (MC) now. Sixty dyes his hair blond because he wants to be as different from Connor as possible. Nines doesn't care and of course he works with Gavin. Oh and there's gonna be some angst but not too much

Third is a The Lost Boys (87' vampire movie) fic where the MC is a witch (with like a mix of ideas from Charmed, Merlin, Supernatural, etc) and I'm just making her super powerful because I don't ever really make my OCs OP and I've just decided fuck it I'm gonna make her super badass. It's a polyship and she annoys David and her and Star are friends because Star deserves a best friend (and maybe girlfriend? 😲, David and Star are Bi you can't convince me otherwise). And she's Michael and Sam's "werid" cousin and goes into total "don't fuck with my family" mode on Max. Spoiler or not spoiler I am saving the boys.

The first rewrite is for a fic I wrote back in highschool in 2014 (🤢🤢🤢) for Mass Effect and since the remaster of the trilogy came out recently and I pre-ordered it and I've been playing it my hyperfixation has moved slightly over to that. (this is also the order of my hyperfixation switches all within like 2 months 😅) a modern (2021) woman basically gets sucked into the game and has to survive and joins Shepard and crew. In the original she was 19 and just somehow had military training because she "had a lot of time on her hands" X.x . now I've made her 24 and she's actually had legit training and doesn't mention how the world is a game because of unseen forces giving her blinding pain in her head when she tries instead of me just occasionally forgetting she's from our world ^^"

Last is a rewrite I had already started, sometime last year I think, for an Undertale fic that's basically if Frisk decided (after a bunch of resets) to not go down the hole at all and instead someone else did (a super depressed adult 😐) and basically it's about her and Sans and we get her and bone boi some therapy once everyone's up top and I wanna mess around with AUs and stuff cause I love some of the Undertale AUs and honestly don't know how my hyperfixation has picked back up on this game...😵

That was long I'm sorry 😐

#long post #answered ask #i can ramble im sorry #i got excited ^^"#you probably didn't want this much detail 😐#no ones gonna read all that X.x

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country-clubs-gf · 4 years

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All These Years- A Paul Lahote Fanfiction

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•Chapter 9- Here Without You•

“These days, I haven’t been sleeping- staying up playing back myself leaving...”

(Paul’s POV)

“Paul, snap out of it and focus!” Sam demanded, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

I quickly shook my head and slouched in my seat. I was thinking about her again. But that’s nothing new.

Ever since I imprinted on Sienna, things have been actual hell. My instincts tell me I need to be close to her, near her, at all times. When I’m not with her, it feels like there’s a giant hole in the middle of my chest and it’s actually painful.

But when I’m with her, it’s both a huge relief and a different kind of hurt at the same time. Seeing her with Embry, knowing I can’t touch her or kiss her or hold her hand, kills me. Watching her do all those things with someone else is even worse. I’m stuck and I don’t know what to do.

I’ve been finding subtle ways to stay around her so the giant hole in my chest and my instincts don’t swallow me whole. Since Jake is now part of the pack, it’s easy to go to their house and talk to him. Sienna will be doing her own thing, like the laundry or cooking something and I’ll find myself mesmerized by everything she does.

It’s things like that that make me feel so much better. Just being around her is enough for now. I’ve even been able to say a few words to her here and there, something I wouldn’t have thought I’d be able to do so soon, but seeing as how she’s pretty much stuck with seeing me all the time, we might as well be civil with each other.

My thoughts are interrupted by “Paul, what did I just say?!” Sam yells.

“Sorry, I can’t help it,” I mutter. Sam gives me a knowing and sympathetic look, something he doesn’t do often. The boys all know how painful these past few weeks have been for me, so they cut me some slack.

“Let’s go on our rounds around the perimeter. I’ll lead,” Sam says.

We all run out the door of Emily’s house and phase before running into the woods.

(The bold and italics are their thoughts and conversations as wolves, keep this in mind for future chapters as well)

Sam: I’ve been noticing hints of vampire scent around the cliff, we’ll make sure to double check that area.

Jared: Trust me, if there’s any hints of leech scent, we’ll be sure to track it down.

Sam: I hope you’re right.

I look over and see Jacob running along beside me. I wonder what he really thinks about Embry and Sienna, seeing as Embry is one of his best friends, but I try not to think about that in hopes that both Embry and Jake aren’t listening to my thoughts.

As we pass through the woods near Jacob’s house, I catch a whiff of Sienna’s scent. She must be outside or maybe her scent is just extra strong today, if possible.

I can barely stand to be away from her and even just passing through the woods near her house is somewhat comforting. I suddenly remember running into these woods after storming out of her house that night of our fight, the night I first phased.

Thinking about it pains me, the breakup, the tears, the screaming, the pain, it’s all so much to think about. I even start whimpering as we’re running through the woods.

Jacob: Oh my god, if you do not stop replaying the same fight you had with my sister in your head, I’m gonna go crazy.

Crap, sometimes I forget they can hear me.

Jared: Jake, just be grateful he’s not thinking about them having sex. Again.

The rest of the pack, except for Sam, laughs. I roll my eyes.

Paul: I can’t help it, I seriously can’t get her out of my head. I honestly never have been able to.

Jared: If it bothers you so much then why don’t you just talk to her about it?

Is this man stupid?

Paul: Wow, I hadn’t thought about talking to her about it. Great idea. Yeah that would be so helpful if she weren’t dating someone already.

I cut a glare to Embry, who has been silent this whole time. Figures.

Jared: Oh. Right.

Even though Embry can hear my thoughts and knows how much pain I’m going through, he still stays with Sienna. It makes me fucking mad. It makes me so mad thinking about it that I start running in front of the entire pack. It’s in this moment that I decide that I need to tell Sienna the truth, about the imprint, about my feelings, everything. Before I go crazy.

Sam: Paul! Get back here now!

I hate that I have to listen to him. I reluctantly slow down and run the rest of the way with the pack.

Once we all get back to Emily’s and phase back, we slip into our shorts that we got from our stash.

Jake walks ahead of me, but I stop him. He looks a bit surprised by my sudden actions.

“Look, I need to tell her. I can’t do this anymore, Jacob. It’s eating me from the inside out. I have to tell her, whether she’s with Embry or not. She deserves to know the truth.” I tell him.

He shakes his head. “No, she doesn’t need to know. You know why? Because you’ll only hurt her more than you already have. She needs a break from you, Paul. End of discussion.” He states and starts to walk away. I run up ahead of him, blocking him.

“No, not end of discussion. I love her and I need to tell her. It’s not some crush, Jacob. I imprinted on her. That’s huge, and I’m going to tell her whether you like it or not. You just don’t want me to because you know it’ll change things,” I tell him, getting angrier by the second.

He steps up, getting in my face. “You will not tell her. You broke her heart, you destroyed her. I watched her cry for days, she couldn’t even get out of bed. She wouldn’t eat, she wouldn’t sleep. She constantly plays depressing music, it’s so hard to watch. I’ve never seen her like this over anyone. Ever. I’m the one that’s been there for her. I’m the one who picked up her pieces. She’s finally starting to move on and be happy and I’m not going to let you ruin that. Not this time,” he says between clenched teeth.

I didn’t know all that. I step back a little, taking all of this new information in. This moment doesn’t last long, because then I start to get mad again.

“You think I’m not hurting, too? You think it was easy for me to walk away? To lose everything? First, the love of my life practically breaks up with me, I turn into a giant animal right after that, and then I’m forced to not see her at all. You think that was easy?! I couldn’t get out of bed, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, and I still can’t! Now I find out she’s my soulmate and we were meant to be all along only to not be able to tell her because she’s dating one of my friends and her dumbass brother doesn’t want me telling her? Well, fuck you Jacob, you don’t know the half of what I’ve gone through with her!” I yell back.

“Yes I do because you won’t shut up about it, in human form and as a wolf. It’s constant! And the whole time, all I can think about is how much you deserve it after what you put her through! You don’t deserve her, you never have and you never will!” He shouts.

That’s where I snap. I phase back into my wolf form, lunging at Jacob as he quickly does the same.

We have it out for a couple minutes before Sam jumps in, phasing as well. I know the other boys had been watching this whole time but I don’t care.

Sam: Break it up, you two! That’s enough. This is ridiculous!

Paul: I have to tell her! She’s my imprint! And I’m not gonna let Jacob tell me what to do about it!

Jacob: Yes you will! I’m her brother and I know what’s best for her! I don’t want to see her hurt. Again!

Paul: Jacob, the last thing I wanna do is hurt her. You know that.

Jacob: You better not, or I will make your life living hell!

Sam: Paul! Jacob! Phase back now!

With that, we both phase back. I give Jacob a glare and he returns it.

“Whatever, I’m out of here,” I tell them, slipping on another pair of shorts.

I know what I have to do.

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You guys! I know I took like two years to update this but I’m so glad to be back and writing this! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I made it in Paul’s POV because I really wanted to do a scene with the pack doing their inner monologue stuff since we only get like one scene through the entire Twilight series of them talking as wolves. Thanks Smeyer. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and I hope to have another chapter up by the end of this week!

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MCU Masterlist

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Chaptered Fics

A Lie to Live (AO3) [stuckony/winterironshield endgame] Magic is forbidden. Anyone discovered to be able to use it is, in a best case scenario, imprisoned. Those that realize they have the curse are forced to hide it, or suffer the consequences. However, there are some cases where they feel they must act and risk revealing themselves... while others may simply slip up.

Bite Me (AO3) [winteriron] It started with a typical snowy night at a club. When he met and kissed a stranger with cold lips, Tony had no idea just how much his life was going to be transformed.

Help Me (AO3) [winteriron, stony (stuckony undecided)] Sequel to Bite Me Newly transformed vampire Tony Stark is struggling to keep his body satisfied with blood, but even his lover Bucky can't understand why Tony is in a constant, near desperate need. Director Fury of SHIELD offers help to Tony by the name of Ho Yinsen, a man that has been studying vampires since the first appearance of Aldrich Killian and his mate Maya.

What Fury doesn't realize, is that the help is actually coming from a vampire hiding himself and his clan within SHIELD.

Promised Love (AO3) [stuckony/winterironshield] The first letter came in before Joseph’s death, and he accepted on his son’s behalf. Steve didn’t know that a marriage arrangement had been made, quickly falling for the rescued boy his father had sent back home, and upon hearing about it, considered burning the letter so he could simply be wedded to the boy once they were of age. Peggy suggested to give the promised one a chance, whoever it may be, because Joseph would do whatever he felt was best for his son.

Steve agreed.

Lost and Found (AO3 only, co-authored with LadyDarkPhoenix) [multiple relationships] Learning that Steve was HYDRA all along was just the beginning of Bucky's messy life after gaining his freedom from the organization. Upon meeting two young women, he learns that maybe he had no idea what all had been done to him after all.

So Beautiful (AO3) [stony endgame] Tony has just arrived at school, and when he finds out his roommate’s name is James, he thinks it’s James Rhodes. He wasn’t expecting a James Barnes, nor was he expecting James Barnes’ friend, Steve Rogers.

Stand Alone/Prompt Fills

Are You High? (AO3) [pre winteriron] During a party, Bucky learns that Tony isn't exactly sober.

Prompt: "Are you high?" *giggles* "Put. The cake. Down. Now." "Make me."

Bad Dreaming (AO3) [stuckony/winterironshield] Prompt: Hi, if this prompt inspires you, maybe Steve and Bucky come home from a mission and Tony’s going through a depressive episode. Lots of understanding and supportive Bucky and Steve helping Tony get through this bad time. (For the Angst request) Thank You :)

Be Who You Want To Be (AO3) [irondad and spiderson] Prompt: Darling, you can be whoever you want to be. As long as you’re not hurting anyone, I will always be proud of you. And let’s be honest, even if you are hurting people, as long as they deserve it, I don’t mind.

Comfort (AO3) [pre winteriron] It's a cold night in the tower and Bucky starts feeling bad memories creeping up on him, so he goes searching for comfort.

Prompt: "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"

Dangerous (AO3) [winteriron] Tony commits a horrible crime for love.

Prompt: “Whatever you feel for me is dangerous. I’m dangerous. Us, together? Dangerous.”

Did You Get My Letter? (AO3) [gen] Steve confronts Tony about the letter and why he hadn’t called.

Prompt: “Did you get my letter?” “Yes.” “Did you read it?”

Don’t (AO3) [past harley keener/peter parker] Harley returns to Earth for the first time in years with his now sister Nebula, seeking out... something for Thanos.

Prompt: “I didn’t mean to fall in love with them, it just kind of happened”

Don’t Go Where I Can’t Follow (AO3) [winteriron] Bucky was back. Tony could see him. After five years, he was back.

But they couldn't celebrate yet. They still needed to defeat Thanos once and for all.

Do You Ever Think of Them? (AO3) [clintasha] Natasha comes back from a mission and Clint decides to ask her something.

Prompt: “Do you think of them when you kiss me?”

Foot Long (AO3) [pre stony] Steve gets a little too curious about what's in Tony's pants when he discovers a box of condoms in the lab.

Goodbye (AO3) [winteriron] Tony and Bucky both learn the truth about Howard and Maria Stark, and Bucky makes a decision in the end.

Prompt: “My love is poison. You need to stay away.”

He Was... (AO3) [gen] When Tony goes to meet the Spider hero he saw on youtube, he meets the boy's aunt May Parker first... again.

I Love You Too Much (AO3) [stony] Steve catches Tony in the act.

Prompt: “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

Jail Talk (AO3) [winteriron] Bucky played along with one of Tony's drunk ideas and now they're both paying the price.

Prompt: “I can’t believe I’m sitting in a mall jail with you of all people”

Let Me Go (AO3) [gen] After the battle with Thanos, Tony is left alone with the aftermath.

Prompt: “Just let me go already. I have nothing left in this life – Let me move on.”

Lies (AO3) [Harley Keener & Peter Parker] It was a name he hadn't heard in years. A name that brought back a horrible memory.

The reason he became a hunter.

Nightmares Brought Me Here (AO3) [pre winteriron] Tony is still suffering from past events. Still shaken from a nightmare, he ends up in Barnes' room.

Prompt: “Whenever I’m near you, it feels like I’m drowning.” “Please don’t abandon me–not like everyone else.” “I need your help. I had nowhere else to go.”

No Life Here (Without You) (AO3) [gen, can be seen as stucky-ish] Prompt: Steve’s first night without Bucky when he went off to war

Not Another Night (AO3) [winteriron] Tony finds the recording of the murder of his parents and learns something about his boyfriend he wished he didn't.

Prompt: "I don't think I can spend another night in the same bed as the man/woman who ruined my life"

Rebirth (AO3) [gen] Tony recovers from Obadiah's attack.

Prompt: "I will never forgive you for this."

Should We Go? (AO3) [winteriron] Prompt: an avenger unintentionally tells “winter” that tony doesn’t want him around any more

Sleepy Movie Cuddles (AO3) [pre winteriron] Prompt: winteriron accidental snuggling

Sparring (AO3) [pre winteriron] Prompt: Tony realising he likes sassy, leggy and man bun…but only on Bucky.

Surviving (AO3) [winterion] Tony had escaped but Bucky still found him in the end.

Treats (AO3) [stucky] In the park at night, Steve was fine with just drawing with sparklers. Bucky on the other hand had another idea.

Idea: Stucky on the 4th of July, setting off fireworks and eating popcicles.

What’s Your Name? (AO3) [pre winteriron] Bucky finds quite the surprise when he goes to open the café one morning.

Prompt: ‘it’s my turn to open up the cafe today and you were sleeping under one of the tables when i came in and i don’t know what to say so i’m just sweeping awkwardly around you’ au

What Are You In For? (AO3) [pre ironhawk] When Clint is shoved into his cell, he wasn't expecting the other person in there to be so handsome.

Prompt: Meeting in prison.

What Are You Reading? (AO3) [gen] Getting bored, Bucky decides to walk around the tower.

Prompt: “So… what are you reading?” “Just 101 ways to get out of a conversation”

What Did They Do To You? (AO3) [Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes & Charles Xavier] Charles wakes up locked in a cell after being captured, and meets a strange man that was left to guard him.

What If? (AO3) [unrequited stony] It's been a year since Tony's sacrifice to stop Thanos and Steve receives a call he never expected.

You’re a Monster (AO3) [gen, can be seen as pre ironbones]

With the reactor slowly killing him, there was no way he could escape.

Prompt: "You're a monster."

Standalone Oneshots

Mermaid Bath Bomb (AO3) [cosima romano/tony stark] He just wanted to give her a nice gift; bath bombs are pretty popular with women these days, right? Oh, but if only he knew what exactly he had ordered for her.

Stupid Punk (AO3) [stucky] Steve and Bucky are simply enjoying winter together on the evening before Christmas Eve, but as midnight passes, Steve has a surprise for Bucky.

Scenes

Howard Meets Maria [pre relationship, Howard/Maria]

Tumblr Only

Routine Inspection Words: 174 Rating: T Ship: WinterIron

Series

DUM-E’s Gifts Series

WinterIron Vampire AU Prompt Series

Bite Me Series (AO3) (Rated Explicit for Violence)

Winteriron Week 2019 (AO3)

Take Me Home (AO3) James was acting as night lookout when he spotted an unfortunate looking fellow stumbling out of the brush. Upon learning that Anthony had been taken by bandits, he agreed to escort him home.

Winteriron week 2019 prompt: First meeting

My Husband (AO3) Bucky waits outside while his lover marries another.

Winteriron week 2019 prompt: Weddings

My Soulmate (AO3) James and Anthony bond over stories of Dragons, before James learns more about the man he's fallen for.

Winteriron week 2019 prompt: Soulmates

I Want a Baby (AO3) Tony tells Bucky he wants a baby.

Winteriron week 2019 prompt: “I want a baby”

Need to Fight (AO3) Tony survived the snap that took out Thanos and his forces, but lost his arm in the process.

Winteriron week 2019 prompt: Prosthetic arms

A Promise of Death (AO3) Bucky finally catches up to Tony, and makes him a promise he intends to keep.

Winteriron week 2019 prompt: “You should shut up now”

Move in with Me (AO3) After Thanos, Avengers that were there since the beginning are retiring. Bucky tries to get Tony to do the same.

Winteriron week 2019 prompt: "Move in with me"

Bang Contributions

Captain America Reverse Big Bang (2016 - 2017) Bitter Sweet (Author: LadyDarkPhoenix | Artist: crystallized-iron) Bucky comes home from the war, finds out he has a daughter he never knew existed and now he must cope with life after the war while taking care of her.

Alternate timeline where Bucky's rescued after falling from the train, but Steve was never told and goes into the ice anyway.

Stucky Scary Bang (2017) The Soldier (Author: LadyDarkPhoenix | Artist: crystallized-iron) There’s something wrong with Bucky. Something very wrong and it may have dire consequences for his friends and loved ones.

WinterIronShield Bang (2017 - 2018) Trying (Author: crystallized-iron | Artist: lasenbyphoenix) It had been years since Steve last saw Bucky, and when his old friend suddenly appears back in town, he's ready to do what he can to help him, even if that means saying yes to a date.

There's a problem, though.

Steve's already in a relationship.

Captain America Reverse Big Bang (2017(?) - 2018) The Devil Walks In Bright Winter (Author: BigSciencyBrain | Artist: crystallized-iron) Bucky Barnes falls from a train in the Alps. What emerges from an underground bunker in a frozen wasteland is someone, or something, else.

WinterIron Reverse Bang (2018) Loving A Vampire (Author: Feelingsinwinter | Artist: crystallized-iron) In the 19th century, Tony is a greatly appreciated and skilled inspector. His dire need to find the murderers and killers to every case he is given is well known among the people and while it doesn’t always help him to get the answers he needs, at least it makes it easier to convince people to talk to him. When Mary Ann Nichols is found dead, Tony Stark doesn’t know the investigation will put his life in harm’s way, put his marriage with one James Buchanan Barnes on shaky ground and shove him in a situation he wasn’t ready to face.

When a murderer does their best to earn the name of a monster, Tony is ready to do anything to stop them.

Circuit Malfunction (Author: extremisfestark I Artist: crystallized-iron) When Tony is abandoned, broken and malfunctioning, in an alleyway, he's considering his self-destruct function. But then Bucky happens past him. Taking in a broken android likely wasn't something he was expecting, but Tony becomes more attached than he thought was possible.

Iron Man Flash Bang (2018) Is It Gone? At the end of everything, Tony checks his mark one last time.

Iron Man Big Bang (2018 - 2019) [See “Bite Me” at top]

Captain America Big Bang (202?)

#writing masterlist #stucky #ironhawk #winteriron #winterironshield #stuckony #harley keener/peter parker

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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 years

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Hey! Will go on a 10-day trip soon and I was thinking i would like to save some fics just in case i don t have data over there. Share some longer stories? (also really loving your blog, million heart emojis from me)

Hi Nonny!

Oh gosh, that’s exciting!! I love long trips! And lucky for you I LOVE long fics, because they’re perfect for a long trip! (that and I have SO MANY FICS for 20 to 25 and 25 to 50 that I had to choose one or the other for you, LOL).

Lucky for you I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to share that very list!! BUT if you prefer some longer fics, check out these past lists I made:

Top 20 Fave 40K+ w. Fics (April 2017)

Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K (Nov. 2018)

Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. (May 2019)

Smut-Free Fics Over 50K (Aug. 2019)

Otherwise, I think these fics will be perfect for your trip! And as always, I sort them by length so if you want longer fics, check out the bottom of the list and work your way up, or just want something that will last you a plane ride or a day of relaxation, check out the top to bottom!

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NOVELLA-LENGTH FICS: 25 to 50K w. (Aug 2019)

Among the Secret Things by Kate_Lear for coloredink (E, 26,073 w., 14 Ch. || Angst, Drama, Amnesia) – Sherlock would be the last person to describe himself as given to flights of fancy, but at the look on Lestrade’s face he could swear that something inside him curls up and dies. Part 1 of Among the Secret Things

And A Doctor by StillWaters1 (T, 27,393 w., 6 Ch. || Friendship, Doctor John, Whump, Soldier / Doctor Dichotomy, Five and One) – It was only when people actually saw John working as a physician that they began to understand: that it wasn't just about bullets and IEDs and trauma care under fire. That "doctor" actually covered a pretty wide field. And that John was bloody good at covering ground. 5 times Dr. Watson treated others and 1 time he treated himself.

Don't Leave Anything Out by lookupkate (E, 27,422 w., 24 Ch. || Letters / Epistolary, Misunderstandings, Angst, Happy Ending, Alternate Meeting, Sherlock in Love, Pining Sherlock) – The first letter John writes home from Afghanistan is meant to go to a woman he went on only one date with. How it ends up in Sherlock's hands is completely innocent. What happens next is not. What do you do when you find out the person you're in love with has been lying about something as monumental as who they are? What do you do when you're the one who lied?How on earth do you put the pieces back together?

Vena Cava by SilentAuror (E, 27,452, 1 Ch. || H/C, Infidelity, Angst, HLV Fix-It, Romance) – Sherlock has been shot in the chest; John has been shot in the heart. Though everything is broken, they do their best to heal the wounds that Mary left on them both.

Trust Me, Trust Nobody by BlueMoonOnTheRise (T, 27,751 w., 10 Ch. || Kidnapping, Friendship / No Slash, Adventure, Trust Issues) – Whatever he told Mycroft, John trusted Sherlock almost instantly. When a new case shows up - smattered with the usual thrill of danger, death and cool logic - such trust ends up pushed to its very limits...

26 Pieces by Lanning (E, 28,236 w., 1 Ch. || H/C, Torture, First Time, Happy Ending, Schmoop) – Mycroft gives Sherlock the apparently simple task of solving a puzzle box containing a stolen microchip. It isn't simple.

Silhouettes by allonsys_girl (E, 28,585 w., 7 Ch. || Canon Compliant, POV John, Heavy Drinking, Sad/Depressed John, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reunion, Foot Jobs, Blow Jobs, Infidelity, Cheating, Drug Use/Abuse, Anal, Switchlock, Rimming, Parentlock) – Sherlock and John find comfort in each other's arms, but as ever with these two, it's not your typical relationship. It's fluffy at the beginning, gets deeply angsty in the middle, gets porny at the end.

Hellfire by testosterone_tea (E, 28,596 w., 9 Ch. || Fantasy / Magic / Mages / Elementals AU || Mage Sherlock, Elemental John, Developing Relationship, Torture, Powerful / BAMF John, POV Alternating, Dark / Blood Magic, UST, First Kiss) – Sherlock is a Mage that gets involved with a case involving Dark Summoning rituals, leading him to John Watson, a man with Berserker blood. The only thing is, Berserkers have been extinct for centuries. And of course, nothing involving Mycroft and his interfering ways is ever simple. This time, even Sherlock may have bitten off more than he can chew.

An Experiment in Apathy Series by belovedmuerto (G to E, 28,701 w. across 13 stories || Empath John, Empath-by-Proxy Sherlock, Epic Bromance Becomes Romance, Angst, Nightmares, Experiments, Trauma, Dreams) – "No man is an island, John. You less so than most." A sequel to the EiE Series, wherein John and Sherlock explore their relationship.

To be Loved by You by TwisterMelody (M, 28,775 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, H/C, Friends to Lovers, Post-HLV, Infidelity, Character Death) – Too many times they had confessed themselves in the darkness, leaving it there, never to speak of it again. But this is different. This love deserves the light of day.

To Mend Icarus by AlessNox (T, 29,186 w., 14 Ch. || Post-TRF, Friendship, Drama, BAMF!John, Emotional Turmoil, Introspection, Harry is in this Fic, Angry John, Happy Ending, Queerplatonic Relationship) – After a case lands John Watson in court, he tells Sherlock that he is leaving. Not understanding why, Sherlock decides that the only way to learn the truth is to investigate his flatmate, Dr. John Watson. A revision of the story Mending Icarus.

The Wisteria Tree by SilentAuror (E, 29,773 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Emotional Love Making, Amnesia/Memory Loss, Sherlock Loves John So Much, Sherlock POV, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending, First Times, Hurt/Comfort, Est. Rel., Retirement) – Sherlock wakes up from a month-long coma only to discover that he has no memory of the previous six years to his own shock as well as John's...

M Is For Moriarty by ElvendorkInfinity (T, 29,882 w., 12 Ch. || Suspense, Mystery, Case Fic, Worried Sherlock, No Slash, Whump) – A figure at the end of the hospital bed; a needle in the dark...Moriarty has John, and Sherlock must follow the paper trail through London to find him before time runs out. Sequel to BANG.

"finally kiss the bloody idiot" by Salambo06 (E, 29,812 w., 13 Ch. || Mutual Pining, Declarations of Love, First Kiss / Time, Angst, Misunderstandings, Fantasies POV John) – Inspired by a fic idea on tumblr : "John and Sherlock know the Yard has a pool going for when they’re finally going to get together. It’s been running forever, and it’s worth thousands of pounds. It’s all fun and games, hahaha, until they find out Lestrade is in dire financial straits (dog needs emergency surgery, he’s putting his kid through gymnastics training, I don’t know, something), and they decide to fake a relationship to win the pool for him. Sherlock figures out the day and way that Lestrade thinks it’s going to happen, and they act it out. It’s all for a good cause, fake relationship style, until it’s not." Part 1 of The Pool

Another Auld Lang Syne by DiscordantWords (M, 30,234 w., 31 Ch. || Post S4, Mutual Pining, Alternating POV, Introspection, Parentlock, Christmas, New Year’s, First Kiss, Past Drug Use, Angst with Happy Ending, Drinking, Sherlock Whump) – There had been years of missed chances.

Hitting the Water at Sixty Miles an Hour by what_alchemy (E, 30,568 w., 5 Ch. || Fake Rel., Roadtrips, Slow Burn) – “You love your mother, Sherlock?” John watched the muscles in Sherlock’s jaw jump. He nodded in one sharp jerk.“Then we’re going to her party and making her happy.” John let out a resigned sigh. “As a ruddy couple, you bastard.”

The Kissing Disease by cottonballz_of_death (E, 30,856 w., 15 Ch. || Sick Fic, Angst with Happy Ending, Case Fic, Self-Harm, Slow Burn, Jealous Sherlock, Body Image Issues, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional H/C, POV Sherlock, Oral / Anal, Thong, Frottage) – John brings home a boyfriend, shocking Sherlock, who long ago gave up hope that his straight flatmate would ever take a romantic interest in him. In a bid to reconnect with John, he tries to infect himself with a "harmless" virus. Neither of them is prepared for the emotional fallout that results.

Shallow Grave by SilentAuror (E, 31,672 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Angst, HLV Fix It, Infidelity, Pining Sherlock, First Person POV Sherlock) – Starts as Sherlock's plane is taking off at the end of His Last Vow. When he finds out that Moriarty is alive and that he's being recalled from his mission, Sherlock decides that he should have told John how he felt before he left. So he walks off the plane and kisses him.

Love or What You Will by miss_frankenstein (T, 31,987 w., 11 Ch. || College/Uni AU || Professor John, Ph.D Student Sherlock, Pining John, Poetry, Falling in Love / Slow Burn, Light Angst, Happy Ending) – John is an English professor who specializes in War and Post-War Literature and Sherlock is the brilliant yet impossible Ph.D. student assigned to be his TA because no one in the Chemistry Department is willing to put up with him. And - somewhere between Waugh and Plath, e-mails and takeaway, novels and villanelles - they fall in love.

Here Comes The Sun by JennLynn77 (E, 32,126 w., 15 Ch. || Post S4/TFP, John Whump, Caring Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Emotional Sex, First Time, Virgin Sherlock, Switchlock, Cuddling/Snuggling, Surgery/Injury Recovery, Endearments, Anal, Hand Jobs, Porn with Feels) – John suffers an injury and needs surgery. Sherlock, and those around him, help John recover. Along the way, John and Sherlock realise what they mean to each other, and what they've had together all this time.

The Midas Touch by flawedamythyst (E, 32,231 w., 1 Ch. || Magical Realism, John has a Magical Cock, Dub Con, Healer John) – John Watson has a medical condition that means everyone he sleeps with is instantly healed of all illness and injury. This causes complications when Sherlock breaks his arm, and even more complications when Sherlock falls in love with him. Yes, this is a story where John has a literal magic healing cock. It's a lot less cracky than you're probably imagining. Warning: Contains complex issues of sexual consent, although not between Sherlock and John.

Five Times They Kissed for a Case, and One Time They Kissed for Real by fleetwood_mouse (M, 32,406 w., 6 Ch. || 5+1, Slow Burn, Fluff / Angst, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers) – A stolen ring! An artful blogger! And many more adventures for your enjoyment.

A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb (E, 32,690 w., 8 Ch. || Case Fic, Post S3, Evil Mary, Dev. Rel., Honeymoon, Epistolary, Bottomlock, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Secret Agents, BAMF!John) – John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX

a good old-fashioned happy ending by darcylindbergh (E, 32,731 w., 26 Ch. || Christmas, Frottage, Comfort, Est. Rel., Fluff, Insecure Sherlock) – For Christmas this year, Sherlock wants to get John something special: something every fairytale deserves. Part 2 of things fairy tales are made of

Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained by withoutawish (M, 32,961 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Fluff and Angst, H/C, Post-TRF, Case Fic, Mild Gore, Sherlock Whump) – The list that is tacked haphazardly on the refrigerator of 221B reads, ‘Kidney(s), and/or a full cadaver (preferably male, late 30s, under six feet tall), bag of fresh toes, sixteen cow’s eyes (corneas retained), dual exhaust hand –held flame thrower, an unopened first edition copy of Joseph Conrad’s 'Heart of Darkness', and no less than ten abhorrently gruesome murders in the upcoming month.” The one neatly hanging next to it simply reads, “Sex.” One of these lists is not John Watson’s. If John Watson were to put what he really wanted in list form, to live in a land somewhere beyond ‘almosts' now that Sherlock Holmes has indeed returned to him, he would never be able to look his flatmate in the eye ever again.

Pater Noster by SilentAuror (E, 34,256 w., 2 Ch. || Case Fic, HLV+, Family Trauma, Sherlock POV, Villain Mary) – During the autumn that John is staying at Baker Street again after Sherlock was shot, he ruminates over the similarity between Sherlock's shot and the one that killed his father when he was fifteen. Cold case meets series 3 fix-it. Part I takes place entirely within His Last Vow, Part II takes place starting at the end of HLV and continues after.

Bedtime Stories by Liketheriver (M, 34,388 w., 1 Ch. || Emotional H/C, Romance, Angst & Humour, Bed Sharing, John First Person, TRF, John Whump) – John's POV during Season 2 and beyond when Sherlock takes up semi-permanent residence in his bed. A collection of codas and missing scenes wrapped up into one long fic and topped with a bow that takes the story beyond Reichenbach and into happy territory once more. Part 1 of Bedtime Universe

carrying up his morning tea by darcylindbergh (E, 34,504 w., 5 Ch. || Post S3, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Wakes/Funerals, Estranged John, Pining Sherlock, Depression/Insecurity, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain/Injury, Reconciliation, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Scars, Heavy Angst With Happy Ending) – His fingers tremble as he dials and he can’t force them steady. Familiar number, even though he hasn’t used it in two years. He isn’t even sure he should be calling it now, but she’d asked. She’d made him promise.

Inexplicable by emmagrant01 (E, 34,664 w., 6 Ch. || Body Swap, TSo3, Magical Realism / Artifacts, Infidelity, Angst) – So what was in that matchbox, anyway? John and Sherlock find out, the hard way.

Where Else Would I Be? by cwb (E, 34,910 w., 10 Ch. || Retirementlock, Domestic Fluff, Falling in Love, Parentlock, Fluff and Smut, Reminiscing) – John and Sherlock's five-year-old granddaughter spends the weekend with them in Sussex. Sherlock happily indulges her whims, and John takes care of them while quietly revisiting the past thirty years of their lives together.

The Yellow Poppies by SilentAuror (E, 34,952 w., 1 Ch. || H/C, Nightmares, HLV Fix-It, PTSD, Trauma, POV Sherlock, Doctor John) – Sherlock is threatened and assaulted in the hospital immediately after having been shot in the heart, first by Mary, then by Magnussen. As he recovers at Baker Street with John and plans the attack on Appledore with Mycroft, he fights to work through the trauma caused by these two visits. Set during His Last Vow.

LHR-HNL by scullyseviltwin (E, 35,066 w., 7 Ch. || Hawaiian Vacation, Post-TRF, Friends To Lovers, Slow Burn, Just Talk Already, Drinking, Mutual Pining) – In need of an endangered flora sample, Sherlock and John must make a trip to an unexpected destination.

That Partitioning of the Things of Youth by wearitcounts (E, 35,353 w., 7 Ch. || Humour and Angst, Post-TRF, Fake Relationship, UST / RST, Friends to Lovers, Jealous John) – Victor Trevor is in town, and nobody's happy.

The Wrong Wagon by DancingGrimm (E, 35,663 w., 20 Ch. || Alternating POV, Molly x John [Molly pines for John], Public Sex, Casual Sex, Obliviousness, BAMF!John, Awkwardness, Angst & Humour, First Time, Virgin Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock) – Molly sees John in a new light and realises that she may have hitched her horse to the wrong wagon...or something like that. John pines for Sherlock and worries what he will think if he ever finds out. And Sherlock doesn't know what Molly's up to...but he knows he doesn't like it.

Classified(s) by blueink3 (E, 36,153 w., 4 Ch. || Wedding Date AU || Fake Relationship, Jealous, PIning, H/C, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, Mary is not Nice) – Clara's American father is the ambassador to some such territory that Great Britain probably used to own, but she (and Harry’s undying love for her) is the reason John is getting on a flight at 12:30pm, flying across the second largest ocean in the world, and pretending to be in a perfectly happy, healthy relationship with an undoubtedly perfectly coiffed stranger. See, Clara is not only American (and wealthy to boot), she's also best friends with John’s ex-fiancée. Whom she's placed in the wedding party. As Maid of Honor. And John just happens to be Best Man. Bloody brilliant.

The Boy Who Drank Stars by kinklock (E, 36,157 w., 4 Ch. || Howl’s Moving Castle AU || Witches and Wizards, Slow Burn, Magic, Jealous John, Happy Ending, Bed Sharing) – “I’m looking for a castle,” John informed the scarecrow. “A moving one.”Except that, as it turned out, it was not a moving one at all.

we have never seen a greater day than this by Lediona (T, 36,420 w., 7 Ch. || A Royal Night Out AU || WWII / VE Day, Prince Sherlock, Soldier John, Alternating POV, First Kiss, Bittersweet Ending, Homophobia, Dancing) – Peace. At long last. It’s VE Day and Prince William desires to join the celebrations. It is a night of excitement, danger and the first flutters of romance.

Malediction by MapleleafCameo (M, 36,680 w., 11 Ch. || Ladyhawke AU || Magical Realism, Romance, Curses, Eventual Happy Ending) – Cursed to a half-life, John and Sherlock must fight the forces of evil to be reunited once again.

Nothing to Make a Song About by emmagrant01 (E, 36,833 w., 10 Ch. || Post-TRF, First Time, Reunion, Jealous John, Pining Sherlock, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending) – When Sherlock returned from his faked death, John could not forgive him for the deception and broke off their friendship. Ten years later, John returns to London in search of yet another new beginning. Sherlock, not surprisingly, is waiting.

A Promise Made to Be Broken by PlantsAreNeat (E, 37,018 w., 7 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Pining, Slow Burn, RST, Eventual Relationship, POV Sherlock) – A young John makes an ‘if we’re still single at 40, we’ll get together’ pledge to a woman who ends up all wrong for him. She keeps reminding him of the promise, and won't let go of it. John asks Sherlock to pose as his boyfriend at a family wedding, so as to dash her hopes permanently. Sherlock, who has at last acknowledged his feelings for John, reluctantly agrees despite knowing how painful it will be to ‘have’ John, but not keep him.

The Unfinished Letters by SilentAuror (E, 37,391 w. , 1 Ch.|| Post S3 / S3 / HLV Fix it, Angst with Happy Ending, Romance, Infidelity, Depression, Case Fic, POV Third Person Sherlock, Love Confessions, Pining Sherlock, Letters) – A fire at Baker Street leads John to read something he was never intended to see: a notebook of half-written, unfinished letters Sherlock wrote during his time away...

Turn Left at the Park by Glenmore (NR (E), 37,409 w., 28 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting / ASiP Divergence, Case Fic, Depression, Suicidal Ideation, Loneliness, No Mary, Possessive Sherlock, Fluff & Angst, Nightmares/PTSD, Sherlock Saves John, Sherlock Whump-ish, Doctor John) – So what would have happened if John hadn't walked through the park and met Stamford?What if, instead, he walked around the park and just went home?

Goodness Gives Extras by mydwynter (E, 39,629 w., 6 Ch. || Fluff & Angst, Case Fic, Oral / Anal, Humour, First Time, Miscommunication, Snark, Christmas) – Christmas time. 'Tis the season to settle down with a drink, some food and a present or two, and to enjoy the quiet relaxation of the holiday. Instead, there's a case that drags them all over, missing presents, disappointed kids, angry parents, and a freak snowfall. On top of that John has to deal with Sherlock, who is being even more of a prat than usual. He really shouldn't have expected anything different.

Act IV by SilentAuror (E, 39,707 w., 1 Ch. || First Person POV Sherlock, HLV Fix-It, Indifelity, Angst, Drama) – After Sherlock is shot, John moves back into Baker Street. They spend the autumn together as John tries to make sense of his life and make some important decisions about both Mary and Sherlock. Canon-compliant, excerpts from His Last Vow.

A Week is Just Seven Days Isn't It? by scifigrl47 (T, 39,906 w., 4 Ch. || Humour, Friendship/Bromance, Stroppy/Bored Sherlock, Undercover/Army John, Texting, Pining-ish Sherlock, John Whump) – When John heads overseas for a week, Sherlock's forced to fend for himself. It goes about as well as anyone could have anticipated. Which is to say, very, very poorly. Don't worry, things'll be fine in just seven days.

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea by DiscordantWords (M, 39,968 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It || Grief / Mourning, Victor Trevor, Friendship, Sherlock is Not Okay, Nightmares/Flashbacks/Panic Attacks, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John Comes Home) – Baker Street is very much the same. Only different. And Sherlock is just trying not to drown.

Only To Be With You by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (M, 40,768 w., 4 Ch. || Black Mirror / Future AU || Character Death, Future Technology, Sickness/Cancer/Illness, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, First Person POV John, Pining John, Heart-Wrenching Angst) – I tell myself that next time I’ll come near this same place again. Wait around for the mysterious stranger in his coat to dash past me, hot on the heels of a new criminal in black. I think this all the way back to my Exit, planning where I’ll wait and what I’ll say when I see him. Scheming on how to get his name. It’s only once I reach the Exit Point door that I realize two hours and forty-five minutes have passed, and I realize that this won’t be the last time I Visit. It won’t be the last time at all.

The Curious Adventure of the Drs. Watson by ShinySherlock (M, 40,883 w., 14 Ch. || BBC & ACD Fusion || Victorianlock, Time Travel / Magical Realism, Friends to Lovers, Love and Kissing, Romance, Body Swap) – What if ACD Watson and BBC Watson switched places... “Imposter!” Hands clenching the lapels of John’s coat, Holmes shoved him anew. “Yes!” John agreed, nodding, and then grimacing. “Sort of!”

There's Someone On Your Shoulder by halloa_what_is_this (NR, 41,215 w., 6 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Introspection, Daydreams, Sherlock Loves John So Much it Hurts) – Sherlock trips and falls head over heels in love, makes a lot of lists and stares, stares, stares.

The Semantics of Crop Circle Formation: a case study by Sherlock Holmes [unpublished] bycanolacrush (M, 41,710 w., 9 Ch. || Sherlock POV, Aliens, Wordplay, Casefic) – “Look at these photographs,” I said, gesturing to the wall of crop circles. “What do you observe?”“Crop circles,” John replied.“Obvious. What else?”“Are…are those intestines surrounding them?” “Yes. The majority are bovine and ovine in origin. The farmers who have acquired these crop circles in their fields have also had a tenth of their livestock murdered and arranged thus.” “Why?” John said, presumably in a rhetorical fashion. I detest rhetorical questions. “That is what I must find out, John.”

Resistivity and Relative Charge by liriodendron (E, 41,770 w., 8 Ch. || Synesthesia, Angst, Case Fic, Romance, Est. Rel., Homophobia, Religious Content, Victor Trevor, Mild Jealous John, Mild John Whump) – In which Sherlock Holmes meets an old acquaintance, John Watson doesn't enjoy a trip to the country quite as much as he thought he would, and the past absolutely refuses to stay where it belongs. Part 3 of Conductivity

Right Hand Man by SilentAuror (E, 42,031 w., 4 Ch. || H/C, Injury, Slow Burn, Infidelity, Mary is Not Nice) – When John's left arm becomes paralysed after a car accident, Mary asks Sherlock to take him back to Baker Street to recuperate, as she's about to give birth. Despite the fact that the search for Moriarty is ongoing, Sherlock takes John in and takes responsibility for overseeing his rehabilitation as he adjusts to the loss of his arm.

In the Still of the Night by SilentAuror (E, 42,234 w., 1 Ch. || S4 Fix It / Post-S4, Sherlock POV, Angst, Drama, Romance, Virgin Sherlock, Awkwardness, Misunderstandings / Miscommunications, Case Fic, Travelling, Pining) – As locals on the Northeastern coast begin to report UFO sightings, life at Baker Street becomes significantly awkward as John brings up his desire for more than friendship and Sherlock refuses him. They embark on the investigation from the confines of the tiny cottage Mycroft has rented for them, attempting to navigate both the clues of the case as well as their own inability to communicate...

Guidelines by WithLoweredVoices (M, 43,018 w., 15 Ch. || Winglock || Angels, Fantasy, Angst, BAMF! John, War, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Jealous John, Falling in Various Ways, Needy Sherlock) – The Good Soldier, one of the oldest and strongest of the fallen, is offered a bargain: to live as John Watson and to Guide a fledgling archangel so that he will stay on the path of good. Of course, Sherlock Holmes has different ideas about his destiny. Fantasy AU. Warnings for violence, occasional gore, and a whole load of hurt and angst.

Bloody But Unbowed by BeautifulFiction (E, 43,211 w., 8 Ch. || Abduction, John Whump, Mild Torture, Background Case Fic, Friends to Lovers, Post-TRF / S3 Rewrite, Hurt/Comfort) – When a familiar argument threatens to destroy the last remnants of John and Sherlock's failing friendship, both men are left questioning their worth to one another. Before either of them has the chance to make amends, circumstance intervenes. John is left at the mercy of his abductors, and this time, he's not sure Sherlock will bother coming to his rescue.

The Soul Remembers by i_ship_an_armada (E, 43,636 w., 10 Ch. || Oblivion AU || Post-Apocalypse, Movie Fusion, Science Fiction, Action/Adventure, Angst, Dreams, Bittersweet Ending) – John Watson is the lone security repairman stationed on a desolate, nearly-ruined future Earth. His dreams are plagued by a tall, dark-haired man, and when his dreams meet reality, he will be forced to question everything he believes is the truth about his life.

The Case of the Vanishing Pants by SwissMiss (E, 44,025 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Case Fic, UST, Homophobia, Friends to Lovers) – Five times John and Sherlock lost their pants in the course of a case.

Sentenced by SarahKnight (T, 44,777 w., 30 Ch. || Dev. Rel., Alternate S4 Canon, Drama, Angst, Pining, Feelings are Hard) – Virtual series 4 opener. Sherlock's in prison being targeted by a murderer, John's married to a pregnant assassin and Moriarty's back.

Left by lifeonmars (M, 45,153 w., 9 Ch. || Magical Realism) – John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible.

The Real Great Perfumers by shelleysprometheus (E, 45,355 w., 68 Ch. || Case Fic, Alternating POV, Gay Sherlock / Bi John, Canon Compliant with Divergence at TRF, Friends to Lovers, Oral / Anal, Pining, First Kiss / Time, Dev. Rel., Drugging, Body Worship, Bathing, Love Confessions, Travelling, Bottomlock, Cranky Sherlock, BJ’s, Alternating POV, Jealous John) – The case, this case. This extraordinary, fascinating, scintillating case. A house. Designed entirely by its eccentric owner, built by no less than five hundred expert tradesmen in the heart of Marrakesh. A house that had, seemingly not only driven its owner out, but also to his quite unpleasant death. And a perfumer, a chemist no less, the very thought of the secrets that house could reveal, would reveal was irresistible. Sherlock had to have this case ... and it seems, he also had to have John! Part 1 of the Forethought and Fire series

Corpus Hominis by mycapeisplaid (E, 47,709 w., 12 Ch. || Casefic, Fluff, Romance, Frottage) - John knows the human body intimately. He’s had plenty of opportunity for study as a doctor, soldier, and lover. There’s one particular body, however, he knows very little about. When Sherlock launches himself head-first into a new obsession and they get sent on a case in an unlikely location, the pair discovers each other’s bodies with confusing yet delightful (and sometimes hilarious) results.

The Norwood Love Builders by flawedamythyst (T, 47,798 w., 9 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Slow Burn, Post TRF Angst) – Sherlock and John go undercover to solve the murder of Joanna Oldacre, but things are complicated by the many feelings John has been repressing in the wake of Sherlock's faked death and return.

The Pieces That Fall to Earth by Itsallfine (M, 49,513 w., 84 Ch. || S4 Fix-It, Epistolary, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Parentlock, Past Abuse, Coming Out, Questioning Sexuality, Mental Health Issues / Therapy, Angst, Happy Ending) – John and Sherlock have hit rock bottom, but with all their armor stripped away, they can finally speak honestly, seek healing, and find the truths that matter most.An epistolary post-s4 fix-it fic. Now complete.(This fic is rated T except for one very clearly marked and easily skippable chapter, which is rated M.) Part 1 of The Pieces that Fall to Earth

Holmes is where the heart is by Rose de Sharon (T, 49,636 w., 13 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Post-TRF, Reunion Fic, Bromance, Empty House Inspired, Adventure) – Three years after the Reichenbach Fall. On the anniversary of Sherlock's death, John pays a visit at 221 B Baker Street… and he gets the shock of his life.

Bedroom Tales by Junejuly15 (M, 49,950 w., 22 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Through the Years, H/C, Military Kink, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Insecure Sherlock, Voyeurism, Post-TRF, Ficlets, Fluff and Angst, Fix-It Fics) – Bedroom Tales is a collection of John and Sherlock ficlets. They are set at various stages of their relationship and are in no particular order. Some are fluffy, some sexy, some angsty, there is hurt and comfort, romance and love. What unites them is that they all play in a bedroom, but not necessarily the one in 221B.

A Love with No Name Series by aceofhearts61 (M, 49,955 w. across 20 fics || Ace!Sherlock / Straight!John, Queerplatonic Relationship, Cuddling/Snuggling, Soulmates, Caretaking, Platonic Romance) – In which Asexual!Sherlock and Straight!John are platonically in love life partners.

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Vampire! Yui Komori Headcannons

Sorry it took me like three million years to answer you!

Vampire Age: 17

Human Age: 117

Her father is Seiji Komori, the Vampire King

Goes by Christian name in demon realm: Solomon

The youngest of four

Her eldest brother Yusuke, her older sister Yuna, her twin brother (who was born 2 hours earlier) Yuito, then Yui.

Yusuke and Yuna are fully Japanese while Yuito and Yui are half East-European

Yusuke and Yuna had a different mother than Yuito and Yui.

Yui has an orthodox name: Anastasia (Anya) Vasiliev

Yuito is Aleksandr (Alex) Vasiliev

Yusuke and Yuna go by catholic names: Jeremias and Juliette Lazarus

Her mother is Natsia Vasiliev

She was a low-class vampire who was filled with greed, so she decided to become a handmaiden at Seiji’s manor in order to seduce him, have his children, and demand money.

After all of her plans failed, she drugged Seiji and raped him

Once she was pregnant, she threaten Seiji to spread all over the demon realm that he committed adultery with a low class demon, unlike his current wife Hanako (Helena Lazarus) if he didn’t give her enough money so she could be comfortable

She didn’t even want to keep her children once she got the money, so she ditched them with Seiji.

Alas, Seiji still loved Yui and Yuito. So he and Hanako kept them nd treated them like family.

She was born with Yuito on June 21, 1901

The reason why she was made the ‘heiress to the Komori throne’ was because Yusuke fell in love with a werewolf (violation of vampire law) and was banished to the Miasma islands in the demon world (it’s just really hot and everything at some weird black miasma around it he’s immune to, he and his wife Yuri are living happily together), Yuna loathed absolutely everything about Seiji and swore to never associate with him or anything involving the vampire throne, and Yuito just calmly passed the responsibility down to Yui.

She couldn’t say no at that point

She has many nicknames in the demon realm, such as: Anya the Blood Heiress, the Trinity Cross, the Rose, etc.

Yui lives by herself in the Komori Manor, with the exception of a few servants.

For someone who’s loaded, you’d think she wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

Nope, she does all of the cooking, gardening, and sometimes cleaning herself

She needs something to do to pass the night time

That’s why she was so happy when Seiji told her that she was having guest staying with her from now on...Until he explained her situation.

Basically, six people with pure blood are sent to the Komori manor as ‘food banks’, one of them is the true blood Adam and will help make her the Eve of the demon realm

She had to pick wisely on who her Adam would be

Nevertheless, she was still happy about not being alone.

Yui has the complete opposite demeanor of what a vampire should act like/are perceived to act like.

Most vampires are sadistic, cruel, unforgiving, wouldn’t look twice at a human, usually arrogant, thinks everyone around them are weak, etc.

Nah, Yui’s all like: smiling, giving kindness to others, being helpful, friendly, caring, motherly, nurturing, equal to everyone, understanding, etc

So that’s why the Sakamaki brothers brushed her off when they first met her.

But now we get into her Sadistic side.

Yui has a completely different personality in her that sleeps, only wakes up to feed or pretty much take control when she feels like it. Sadistic is very much like the typical aristocrat vampire.

Normal Yui hates talking about or when Sadistic wakes up because it means she’ll lose control and Sadistic will destroy the trust she built with her humans.

When Sadistic wakes up, Yui’s eyes turn blood red.

Yui has to watch everything Sadistic does and she can’t take it.

That’s why she tries so hard to get along, have people’s trust, and make up for Sadistic’s words

Yui has some control over Sadistic, that’s why the boys don’t die after Sadistic feeds on them.

she tries to drain them like a juice box!

Yui is very innocent while Sadistic is very nasty and so not innocent if you catch my drift.

Sadistic is fond of punishments

Yui cries as she watches in horror what Sadistic does to the boys.

Has a fox and an owl familiar

The fox is named Xian and the owl is named Fester

Yui’s favorite colors are dusty rose, lilac velvet, pink ruby, and cream.

She’s quite up to date with what’s happening in the modern world.

switches between old-time clothes and modern clothes if not at school.

will sometime say old-time things by accident

still doesn’t own a phone (and Seiji didn’t put a land line in.)

When the Sakamaki brothers first discovered she was a vampire, Subaru was the one to pull out a trinity cross (gift from mother)

She dead ass pulled her rosary from under clothes and smiled, “You have one too? I figured you weren’t too deeply involve with religion by how you act!”

This confused the brothers and resulted in Ayato smacking Subaru up the head.

When she was little, she couldn’t bare to hurt a creature for blood, so she starved herself until her father make her drink blood via transfusions/cups of blood so she wouldn’t die on him.

She stopped doing that when she was around 13 in vampire years, but it always hurt her on the inside to hurt someone for blood.

She really does care for all of the Sakamaki boys, even if they brush her off because she seemed weak or she terrified them.

She helped Ayato find something around to Manor to do as a past time because there was no internet here...Or a phone line.

Gave Reiji the room with the largest study and always

Showed Subaru where her personal little chapel was so he could pray.

(Even though he would always criticize her about not being right) She would bake sweets when she can for Kanato.

Introduced crossword puzzeles to Laito

Showed Shuu the music room

Yui actually used to play the piano when she was younger, but became rusty

Yuito and Yuna never learned how to play one

Yusuke was an excellent violinist and she always loved to listen to him play

That’s why Yui was happy to hear Shuu knew how to play the violin.

Yui is a hopeless romantic, when she just hit ‘puberty’, she spent all day in the library reading romance novels and dreaming of her ‘one true love’. When she gets the chance to, Yui buys romance novels in town and indulges in them.

Well, she sure gets a selection...

and they’re certainly no prince charming.

For being this old, she’s bound to have at least one lover in the past, right? You’re correct! She used to spend her time with a human artist back in 1981.

His name was Takizawa Hayato

He taught her how to draw, or at least he tried too.

Yui’s still pretty bad at drawing people, but she can draw landscapes pretty well.

It only lasted for a little bit when he found out she was a vampire (and he questioned why she stayed the same age as when she met him while he aged).

Yusuke had to kill him.

Over the years, she learned how to crochet doilies out of pure boredom

And also learned how to sew a bit, you really have nothing to do after years of no internet.

Knows some Russian along with Yuito

Yusuke and Yuna know Italian.

Met Cordelia once

Yui didn’t really like her

Also that one time was when Seiji killed her because of some unknown reason.

If this were formatted like the actual games, then there would be a part in one of the boys’ route where she would lose a lot of her own blood and Seiji would give her a transfusion of Cordelia’s blood. Thus Cordelia becoming one with Yui.

Let’s get into some Otome Game shit :

(We’re going by Haunted Dark Bridal btw)

The best endings:

All: Marriage

maybe kids?

Becoming ‘Adam’

overcoming the shitty parts

Bad endings:

Ayato: Yui gets amnesia and doesn’t remember Ayato, making him crazy.

Kanato: Yui kills Kanato but keeps his corpse as a doll.

Laito: Sadistic becomes the controller of Yui’s body and abuses him for the rest of his days.

Shuu: Yui dies in a fire

Reiji: Yui is killed by Karlheinz

Subaru: Yui locks up Subaru and he is forced to become crazy like his mother.

Routes:

Ayato: Since he is main bae in the original series, there’s gonna be lots of cute things,

Kanato: i feel like there might be a lot of bonding in this route, of course it’s eventual, but when the time comes Kanato just clings onto Yui. This can help out a little bit with his complex about being the ignored child and help him move on. Possibly help him grow up a little? But then again, we love our man-child.

Laito: ear porn This route could go either ways, it either helps Laito rip away the playboy act and get over his problems about his mother (and him being sexually abused) or it helps him become more...Child-like again? Like before Cordelia fucked him over.

For the triplets, there might be a discovery arc about why their mother was involved with a family of vampires for some reason.

Shuu: I feel like Shuu’s route would probably be a healing route for him, from being cold, emotionless, tired, and shut-in, to someone who can get over his past. Even though it still lingers, I think Yui helps him out with his ptsd and depression and he gets better throughout the playthrough.

Reiji: The route that holds most of the actual plot. But there is still memorable moments between Reiji and Yui that satisfy the soul and goes over some of Reiji’s issues.

Subaru: Maybe a mix between a healing and a discovery route. Like Subaru finds out his mother was involved with the Komoris somehow and he’s trying to get the answer some how from Yui, the more time they spend together they fall in love and they have to come over some epic plot I can’t think of while he tries to heal after the ptsd of watching his mother suffer her days in that locked cage his father called her room.

All of them will have the main plot of the story, though.

In each route, Yui’s struggles will be revealed.

Ayato: Her mother, definitely

Kanato: Sadistic’s origins

Laito: Her mother / Struggling with controlling Sadistic

Shuu: Hayato / the depression of being practically immortal.

Watching all of her friends grow old and die while she doesn’t change

being unable to friend humans because of this

generally has been alone her whole childhood besides her family.

etc.

Reiji: being maltreated because of her mother’s intentions

the other servants knew about this and some of them maltreated Yui harshly.

Subaru: Her self-worth / the fear of hurting those weaker than her

Maybe some other alternative bad endings would be either Yui or one of the boys becoming Yandere over the other person???

There has to be saucy stills because is diabolik lovers, you cannot expect less.

Maybe add a rival to the boys were he’s trying to obtain Yui in order for her to love him or just kill her, idk.

The Komori family is filled with pure-blooded vampires that go back for several generations (well, except Yui and Yuito)

Has a summer home and a winter home. The summer home when the bounty hunters get into town and the winter home for when the war was happening in the city the summer home was located at.

Sadistic formed in her when the servants were abusing her, when Yui had enough Sadistic came over and killed the servants and hid them before Yui ‘woke up’.

The only kind of makeup Yui knows how to do is Victorian-styled.

Makes her own perfumes and makeup from flowers and such

Before this whole ‘Adam and Eve’ stuff, Yui was supposed to get married to a high-class vampire family’s eldest son, but he was killed by Yuito

The son wanted to kill Yui and sell her organs and blood to the lower-class vampires and demons for a price.

sleeps in a regular bed

Locks herself in her room when blood moon arrives because she doesn’t want to hurt anyone during that period of time.

Sadistic doesn’t come out, this is a whole new monster Yui doesn’t understand.

2nd year

Considered popular by the students, but not ridiculously popular.

Has her fair share of fans

when some girls were trying to intimidate Yui about staying away from the Sakamaki brothers, she just scoffed and told them she can’t avoid them since they live with her.

And she also told them that they wouldn’t be into girls like them, it shut them up real fast.

Helps Subaru and Ayato study (even though it’s a difficult process)

Favorite foods are: fruit tarts, parfaits, and pancakes

wants to have three children

She’s afraid of turning someone into a vampire after the incident with Yuna and a past lover.

Still can’t swim

Follows her father’s orders without a fail.

Including keeping in 6 human boys for food.

Will occasionally take the boys out to the town next to the school.

Feels bad for the boys since they can’t go out often, so she places in vases of flowers to liven up the dark manor.

Somehow, she has met all of the sakamaki mothers one what or another.

Karlheinz actually tried to kill her once, however he was mistaken by Yuito and got badly injured.

That’s all I got for now~

#anon #request #diabolik lovers #reversed!diaboliklovers #au #headcannons #vampire! yui #dialove #diahell #sakamaki shuu #sakamaki subaru #sakamaki reiji #sakamaki kanato #sakamaki ayato #sakamaki laito #otome

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Prey in the Knight

A/N: So, I’m turning this into a series, possibly one for each member (help!). I do too much, but I can’t help it.

Genre: Vampire AU

Pairing: Kris x Reader

Warning: mentions of blood, murder

Summary: A sadistic vampire has chosen you as his next target. Kris had vowed to hunt him down for revenge. With you now caught in the middle, Kris will use you to get to him, but after centuries of being alone, will something be reignited in his cold, dead heart?

Tao I Kris I Yixing I Luhan I Minseok I Jongdae I Jongin

He liked being alone. No tearful goodbyes, no hurtful attachments. He was free to come and go as he pleased, no one to tie him down. Sure, after three hundred years, he had connections all over the world, but they were just acquaintances, people to just help him get through life when he needed a little extra help.

Like Luhan.

It still amused him how that little pretty boy decided to become a public worker, spending most of his days down in a basement under harsh florescent lighting that highlighted his pale, undead skin, surrounded by rotting flesh. If humans couldn’t stand the smell, imagine how a vampire felt.

But today was one of those days were Luhan’s position came in handy.

Kris needed information. He’d caught the scent of an old adversary - one he’d lost track of decades ago - right here in his own territory. A ruthless vampire who needed to be put down. If anyone in the city were to know about a rise in vampire-on-human attacks, Luhan would be the one to contact.

The precinct was busy, loud and overcrowded with people begging not to be locked up, when he arrived. No one paid him any attention as he strolled down the hallway and to the elevator, pressing the button to call it. While waiting for its arrival, the sound of tears caught his attention. Looking around, he found you, sitting at one of the detectives’ desks with a police standard jacket around your shoulders.

You weren’t wailing or sobbing hysterically. Just sitting there with a blank face as tears rolled down your red cheeks. Occasionally, you sniffed, creating the soft noise that caught Kris’s attention in the first place. No one seemed to be paying vulnerable little you any mind. It was depressing.

Shaking his head, he turned back when the elevator dinged at him and hit the button for the basement with just a little too much force.

Luhan was busy writing something down on a clipboard when he arrived. He didn’t even look up to acknowledge his old friend even though he certainly heard his steps from the hallway, maybe even from the floor above.

“I’ve actually been expecting you to arrive sooner or later,” the coroner chuckled, finally looking up.

Kris leaned against an empty slab, his hands in the pockets of his designer coat. Not that he actually needed one. He just liked how it looked.

“Well, you are basically psychic,” he teased.

“No. Just intuitive.” Luhan walked over to the wall that housed the newly arrived corpses and pulled out a drawer as Kris joined him. On the cold slab was a young woman, maybe in her early to mid-twenties. Pretty except for the thick red slash that tore up her throat. “I haven’t done the autopsy yet. I was waiting for you to arrive. Although, to be honest, I don’t really need to do one.”

Kris frowned thoughtfully. “Was it him?”

“That’s my guess.” Luhan gently pushed the woman’s hair away from her neck, showing off the side where the cut was deepest and brutally applied. “I found two puncture wounds hidden beneath the cut. Obviously vampire. This isn’t an unusual way for vampires to cover their tracks but–” he stopped.

“But what?” Kris urged.

Luhan sighed. “Did you see the girl crying upstairs? Pretty? Sitting at the detective’s desk?” Kris nodded. “This is the second person connected to her that’s died. In this exact way. And both bodies were left around like they were meant to be found.”

Kris’s eyes flashed red. The sudden changed didn’t scared Luhan like it might have with any human. He’d fully expected this to happen.

“It is him,” Kris growled. “This time, I’ll get him. And I’ll rip his throat out.”

Luhan pushed the drawer back into its holding cell, closing the door on the poor girl. “Do it soon. Before he kills someone else.”

With a hard nod, Kris turned on his heels, stalking back to the elevator to start his hunt.

“I’ll send you the target’s information!” Luhan called out after him. The taller vampire simply threw up his hand in acknowledgment.

You were waiting for the breakdown. For the moment where what you had found down in the laundry room of your apartment building to truly hit you. But the breakdown didn’t come. Tears rolled down your face, but you didn’t really cry. And that’s all you wanted to do right now.

After what seemed like an hour, the detective finally came back with a cup of tea, handing it to you.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

The detective nodded. “Now, (y/n), tell me about Jisoo and what might have happened.”

You took a sip of the bitter tea and shrugged. “I don’t really know what happened. Jisoo and I were close. We were around the same age–”

“You’re her neighbor, correct?” he interrupted.

You nodded. “Yes. For the past two years. Every Friday night after work, we’d go down to the laundry room. Hardly anyone else uses it at that time since they’re all out. We’d just talk about life, our jobs, family while doing our laundry. I was late getting off today so when she didn’t answer her door, I figured she already went down. When I got there, she was… she was–” your throat constricted at the memory.

Jisoo, lying on the dirty concrete of the basement laundry room. Bright red blood gathered around her head like a sick halo from a cathedral portrait. Her eyes were open, staring up at nothing. She looked like she’d just been thrown down to the ground, whoever attacked her not caring about the aftermath.

You shook your head, not able to voice the images to life.

“That’s okay,” the detective said soothingly, rubbing your arm as a means of comfort. “Did Jisoo have any enemies that you know about? Anyone who didn’t like her?”

Again, you shook your head. “No. She tried to be friendly with everyone.”

“Did she complain about anyone ever?”

“No.” You sighed, “No one, but Ryan from work. But he’s just a perv.”

That peaked the detective’s interest. “Did he try advances on Jisoo? Is that what made her uncomfortable?”

“N-no,” you stuttered. “He just shares a bit too much about his personal life. I met him once, when we went out. Even drunk, he never tried anything on Jisoo.”

That disappointed him. “Alright. I’ll get one of the patrol officers to take you home. Here’s my card, in case you think of anything else.”

To your relief, the officer who drove you back to your apartment didn’t say anything, just letting the occasional radio message break the silence. He saw you all the way up to your door on the fifth level. Jisoo’s own door across the hall had crime scene tape to stop anyone from entering in case they needed to gather more evidence or clues.

You thanked the officer and went inside.

Just do your normal routine, you told yourself. And so you did. You changed into your pajamas, washed your face, brushed your teeth, and climbed into bed. But it was there in the dark, with the sound of the city attacking your window, that it hit you. Finally, with your face hidden in your knees, you were able to sob at the loss of your friend.

Two weeks had gone by since that terrible night and you were sure you were losing it. Maybe you should see a therapist.

You can’t afford a therapist.

Well, maybe you should just get a new job.

But you loved the bookstore, so living in constant paranoia was your only option. It was probably only your imagination, anyway. Your very active imagination.

In the corner of your eye as you walked down the street to your job or the grocery store, you would see a looming shadow. By the time you turned to get a better look, it’d be gone. There were times where you just felt like you were being watched. But no one was ever around.

Today, though, you were a bit more relaxed once you arrived at the small bookshop you called your second home. Your mother often complained that you could do better, but you were the assistant manager and with Bruce about to retire within the next year or so, you were next in line to be in charge. Why try to start over somewhere else?

A few customers milled about the store, but you deemed it safe to leave the register. The pile of returns and donations was getting high and you knew that Dani would never get all of them put away by herself. Grabbing a good number of books, you started wandering about the store, finding the rightful places for the novels.

Being surrounded by the pages of other people’s stories made you feel better. More comfortable. The smell of old books took you back to leafing through your grandfather’s personal library. He never threw away a good book and it drove your grandmother crazy.

Finding the ‘Gs’, you started to put the book on top away until you recognized the binding. It was the last book that Mr. Kim - your favorite regular customer - had purchased before he passed. You weren’t sure of the details, but someone said he had fallen down the stairs and hit his head. It was a terrible way for him to go. He’d been so sweet, coming in two or three times a week, sharing stories of his younger days with you. You had liked to think of him as another grandparent you could turn to.

Releasing a heavy sigh, you put the book away and searched for the next one. Naturally, its proper place was on the highest shelf, just out of your reach. You looked around, but the only ladder in the shop was currently being used by Dani, who was like a living elf with her small stature. Being the stubborn person you were, you just decided that you would get it up there yourself. You stretched your legs, reached out your arm as far as it could go, and were on the very tips of your toes, but you still couldn’t reach it.

A large hand appeared from nowhere, taking the book from you and placing it on the shelf. Gasping in surprise, you whirled around to face the stranger, nearly toppling over the remaining books in your hands.

“Whoa, there,” the stranger chuckled, steadying the pile. His long fingers were just barely touching yours. They were abnormally cold, but you brushed it off to poor circulation.

“Th-thank you.” Oh, great. You had stuttered and now you could feel your cheeks getting warm. But you couldn’t help it. The stranger was handsome, tall, and there was very little room between the two of you due to the closeness of the shelves.

“You’re welcome,” he smiled. Of course, it was a dazzling smile. He bowed his head politely. “I’m Kris.”

“(y/n),” you bowed back. Clearing your throat, you asked, “Is there anything I can help you find?”

“Yeah, I was looking for your supernatural selection.” There was a shimmer in his eyes that gave you the impression that he was silently laughing to himself.

“Of course,” you motioned with your head. “Follow me.” You led him to the back where his desired taste was stored. “Just let me know if you need anything else.”

He nodded. “Thank you.”

Trying hold your smile down to a friendly level, you nodded back and scurried out of there.

You really wanted to see him again. He was attractive and polite. And tall guys were your weakness. But he didn’t buy anything and by the end of the week, he hadn’t returned to the store.

Sundays were your main day off, so you did what you’d always done and went down to your favorite little coffee café with your newest book in hand. Taking a window seat near the door, you ordered a tea and sat back in the chair, cracking open the book.

You used to love mysteries, the thrill of trying to figure out who killed the victim and why as the main character tried not to be next. But ever since Jisoo, they just gave you nightmares of finding her body. So, instead, you’d turned to classic romances, like Jane Austen. You knew it was cliché, but you hadn’t read them before and they were giving you a comfortable place to run to.

So lost in the world of Austen, you didn’t notice the leg nearing your table until it was too late. The leg jostled the table enough to spill your now lukewarm tea.

“I’m so sorry!” The other patron was already cleaning up the liquid with a handful of napkins.

“It’s alright.” You put your book down in your lap and you jaw dropped when you saw who it was that had run into your table. “Kris?”

His eyes lit up when he recognized you. “(Y/n)! Wow, this is embarrassing.” Once the table was dry, he threw away the napkins and picked up the now empty cup. “Let me by you a new one.”

“Oh, no, that-” You were too late. He was already at the counter, ordering you another drink.

When he came back, he set down your tea before sitting in the chair across from you and taking a sip of his own coffee. “So, is it your day off?”

You nodded, bookmarking your place and setting the novel aside. “Uh-huh. I like this place, so I tend to come here every time I don’t work.”

“It’s a nice little café,” he agreed. “So, how long have you worked at the shop?”

And just like that, you were telling Kris basically your life story. He told you a few vague details about himself here and there when you asked, but he always turned the conversation back to you. Typically, you preferred to be left alone when you were reading, but you couldn’t be mad at this interruption.

Kris was funny, often making both you and himself laugh. You liked the sound of it; the way his deep chuckles mixed with your own obnoxious giggles. He was smart, too, often randomly dropping facts that you hadn’t known before. He seemed to like surprising you and throwing you off guard.

After a few hours, you had to leave, but before you could stand up, he grabbed your hand.

“Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?” he asked.

With your face heating up, you nodded, giving him your number. He said he would call you with a time and so he’d know where to pick you up. You could hardly wait.

Kris knew this was creepy. No one had to point it out to him. But he still couldn’t will himself to move.

When you’d left the café he’d followed you, just to make sure you made it home safe. He’d been following you for a while now, trying to see if he could catch Taejo on your trail while keeping an eye on you. That sadistic vampire always liked playing with his targeted victims, killing people around them until they realized that they were next. But he never showed. And Luhan confirmed that the only person who connected your neighbor and that old man – Kim something – was you.

So, Kris had to take things to the next level. He knew that their hatred for each other was strong, so if he made his presence known, maybe Taejo would slip up or confront him. That’s what dinner tomorrow was about.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

He hadn’t meant to enjoy talking to you so much. It’d been nearly two hundred and fifty years since he allowed himself close to a human. To have a conversation with meaning with a human. And there you were, fascinating him with every little reaction, every little subtle movement. It was irritating him.

And yet, here he was, sitting on your fire escape and watching you sleep. He hadn’t moved much since you arrived home and settled down in your room. Even when you left to go take a shower and get ready for bed. Now you were fast asleep in an over-sized sweater and a pair of very tempting shorts.

Kris let out a low hiss at the thought, knocking his head against the glass. Dumb idea.

The sudden noise pulled you from your sleep, making your eyes snap open. Kris crouched down, cursing for the first time his too-long body as he tried to stay hidden and out of view of the window. He could hear your erratic heartbeat as you approached the window, only calming down when you found nothing. You settled back down on the bed and he decided it was time to leave.

He had a feeling he was going to be in big trouble if he didn’t watch himself.

You were on cloud nine. You’d been there for over a month since you went out to dinner with Kris and you felt like nothing could bring you down.

That first dinner with Kris was the most romantic date you’d ever had. He reserved a private balcony overlooking the skyline at one of the most in-demand restaurants in the city. You had a perfect view of the stars in the candlelight dinner. The two of you talked then entire time, never having a moment of awkwardness.

Kris was a perfect gentleman the entire night. Maybe a little too perfect of a gentleman. He didn’t kissed you goodnight and that worried you, making you think he didn’t have the same feeling about the date that you did. But that worry went away when he showed up at the bookstore the next day, just to see you.

And that’s how it’d been for a while now. He’d take you out or he’d come over to your place. At least three times a week, he’d come to the store to talk to you and keep you company. From the way he treated you to the little facets of his personality, he was everything you ever wanted. But he still hadn’t kissed you. And you just weren’t brave enough to take that step. You didn’t want to scare him away if he just wasn’t ready yet. But his lack of action was planting little seeds of doubt in your mind.

You were lost in this thought as the two of you walked hand in hand down the street to your apartment. Kris felt the sudden change in your mood.

“(Y/n)?”

You kept staring straight ahead. “Hm?”

He stopped your steps with a slight tug on your hand. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Embarrassed but not sure why, you just shrugged. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

The frown and creased forehead told you that he didn’t believe you, but he continued down the street, still holding tight to your hand. It was silence all the way to your door, even as you put the key in your lock to let yourself in. Getting a sudden sense of courage, you whirled on him.

“Do you even like me?”

His eyes widened. “What? Of course I like you, (y/n). That’s why I’ve been spending time with you.”

Your voice came out barely above a whisper as you stared down at the ground. “But that’s all you do.”

He sighed, his breath ruffling the hair against your forehead. Cautious fingers caressed both sides of your face before tilting your head up to him. A small, playful smile sat teasingly on his lips.

“You’re really cute when you’re pouting,” he told you softly.

As you opened your mouth to retaliate, he took his chance and brought his lips to yours.

He started off tender, as if he were scared you might break or run away. Kissing him back, you showed him that you weren’t going anywhere. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bring him closer to you. He trailed his fingers down your sides at an agonizingly slow pace, as if memorizing every curve. They didn’t stop at your hips like you’d expected, instead continuing down to your thighs before lifted you up and pinning you against the door.

Kris pulled away, looking up at you. “This is why I haven’t kissed you yet. I knew once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

You smirked, cradling his jaw with your palms. “Who asked you to?”

He shook his head at your challenge, diving in again and kissing you with more ferocity this time. It amazed you how he was able to keep at it while unlocking your door and carrying you inside gracefully.

Once again, you were caught between Kris and your door, now inside your apartment. You pulled away just for a second to get another lungful of air when something caught your eye. Wiggling out of Kris’s embrace and reaching out, you flipped on your light switch and screamed.

Written in thick red letters on your wall were the words “YOU’RE NEXT”.

Kris hid your face in his chest and pulled you out of the apartment while dialing nine-one-one. The authorities were there soon after. You were shaking in the hallway as they sent people in to search your home. Kris answered all questions for you and confirmed the two of you never made it past your front door. Words were going in your ears, but your mind wasn’t making sense of any of them, except one: blood.

A detective arrived at the scene, quickly speaking to one of the officers before approaching you.

“Miss (l/n)? This girl was found dead just a few hours ago. Do you know her?” She held out a picture to you. With an unstable hand, you took it and gasped.

Your knees gave out from under you and only Kris’s grip around your waist kept you from crumbling to the floor. The sobs made it impossible to answer.

“It’s her coworker, Dani,” Kris answered for you.

The detective nodded. “Is there somewhere you can stay tonight, Miss (l/n)? Where you’ll be safe?”

“She’ll stay with me,” Kris declared. Those four words made you feel so relieved you able to catch your breath and calm down just enough to speak again. You wanted away from here.

You whispered, “Can we go?”

The detective nodded and she turned away to her comrades.

You hardly paid attention as Kris drove you to his place. It was a fancy high-rise apartment building, but you couldn’t find it in you to be impressed.

Kris was patient with you as the two of you slowly made it to his home. He ushered you inside, not stopping until you reached his bedroom. Still in the dark, he handed you a T-shirt.

“You can change into that, then we’ll go to bed.” He disappeared into the bathroom after giving you a soft kiss on your forehead, closing the door behind him.

It took you a moment to function again. The effort it took just to undress and put on Kris’s shirt exhausted you. The shirt itself was big on you, stopping just above mid-thigh. Before you might have been a little embarrassed. At this point, you couldn’t find it in you to care. In automatic mode, you slipped into his bed, settling underneath the covers. Kris came out just a few seconds later, smiling just a little bit at you.

He, too, had changed. Now he was in an old shirt with the sleeves cut off and pajama pants. Sitting down on the bed, he took your hand in his.

“It’ll be all right,” he promised.

You squeezed his hand. “You’ll stay with me, right?”

He seemed shocked at your request, but he gave in, slipping under the covers with you. “Of course.”

You wasted no time scooting in closer to him, letting him hold you as you managed to fall asleep peacefully.

When you woke up the next morning, Kris was gone. A small note left on the nightstand told you that he had to check up on something at work and would be home soon. You were a bit depressed that he wasn’t there, but all you could do was shrug it off and get out of bed.

Sitting down on the couch, you turned the TV on to the news. After the weather, the anchor turned serious. A picture of Dani appeared next to her on the screen.

“Twenty-five-year-old Dani Marcum was found brutally murdered last night in her home. The police are now suspecting that it could be linked to two other deaths: the murder of Jang Jisoo and Kim Kiwon.”

Your jaw dropped at that last name. You thought the death of Mr. Kim had been an accident, now they were calling it murder?

“All three bodies were found drained completely of blood. However, the amount found at the crime scenes was not enough for authorities to say that they simply bleed out where they were found. They are not sure where the rest of the blood as gone. The only theory is that killer drained the victims and took the blood with him, possibly as a sick souven–”

The TV shut off and Kris tossed the remote aside before joining you on the couch.

“(Y/n),” he whispered.

“Why me?” you screeched, turning to him with tears in your eyes. “Everyone around me is dying and now I’m next. Why is this happening to me?”

The answer you expected was that he didn’t know. The answer you were prepared to hear was that things like this happened and you couldn’t explain it. But that’s not what you received.

Kris took both your hands in his, eyebrows pulled tightly together as he searched for words. “(Y/n), what I’m about to tell you is going to sound crazy, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”

You swallowed thickly, fearful of he was about to say, but nodding anyway.

“Okay. Good.” He scooted closer to you, meeting your eyes. “(Y/n), there is a world you don’t know about. A world you think is fictional, but is actually real. A world of supernatural creatures.”

You froze. Then you got mad.

Jumping to your feet, you started yelling. “Are you serious?! Three different people close to me were killed! And you’re going to tell me it was because vampires and werewolves are real!”

Before you could blink, Kris was in front of you, his hand over your mouth. That was impossible.

“Please, don’t yell,” he begged between gritted teeth. “I’m serious, (y/n). They’re real. Look.” He opened his mouth to reveal his two canine teeth had grown impossibly long. They shrank back again to a normal, uninteresting size. “We are real. That vampire that killed those people is after you. His name is Taejo. That’s why I’m telling you this.” Hesitantly, he removed his hand.

“W-why is he after me?” You still had trouble processing all of this, but what else could you do? The proof was right there in front of you.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “That’s just what he does. It’s his sick little game he likes to play. He finds a target, someone he thinks he can play with. Then kills those around them quickly before going after who he really wants. Those people die slowly and painfully.” He ran a hand through his hair, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I’ve been trying to find him, catch him before he can kill again, but he’s too fast. He’s older than me and more powerful. When I discovered you were his target, I knew I could finally do something.”

You lit up at that last comment. “You’ve been… trying to protect me?”

Kris flinched, looking down at you guiltily. “I… can’t honestly say that. (Y/n), I’ve been wanting to kill Taejo for the past two centuries. Back then, he killed the woman I loved before I could turn her, to protect her. Now I’m going to kill him before he can get to you. He just hasn’t shown his face yet.”

Your own face fell. “So, I was just bait?” You let out a humorless laugh. Of course you were. Why else would he just fall into your life after such a tragic event? Anger surged up side you, ready to boil over. “I can’t believe you!”

Kris took a step towards you, his hand reaching out. “(Y/n), it wasn’t like that. I mean, it may have started out that way, but now I–”

Smacking it away, you retreated. “NO! Don’t you dare try to justify what you’ve done! You played with me to get revenge! And I was stupid enough to fall for it. To fall for you! I actually was going to – ugh! I can’t even believe how stupid I’ve been!” The tears were falling now and you were frustrated with how much crying you’d done in the past month. “Just stay away from me! I hate you!”

Without thinking about it, you ran out the front door. The fact that the supernaturally gifted vampire didn’t come after you only solidified the fact that he really didn’t care about you.

Taking the stairs, you kept going until you were outside. That’s when reality hit you. You were still in Kris’s shirt and your underwear.

“Shit!” The staircase had turned out to be the emergency exit, leading out to an alleyway. Which was now locked from the inside. “Great.”

Where the hell were you supposed to go? You didn’t have your phone or wallet and your apartment was currently a crime scene.

“Well, I must say, I never pictured you looking so… delicious.”

You whirled around to find the sickly sweet voice that had called out to you. It belonged to an older man with sandy blond hair and almost sheet white skin. He was wearing ordinary clothes, like anyone else in their thirties might, but something inside you said he wasn’t normal.

“Hello, dear.”

Scared, you took a step back. Too fast for a human, the man appeared in front of you, grabbing both of your arms and pinning you to the wall. He smiled sadistically.

“You and I are going to have a lot of fun.” He knocked your head against the wall, taking away your consciousness.

You woke up hanging from a wall by your wrists. The warehouse was crumbling apart around you; windows broken in and covered by rotting wood, holes in the ceiling created by rust. The only things that seemed to be sturdy were the chains secured around your wrists that left you dangling against the cinder block wall.

“Oh, goody. You’re awake.”

The man from earlier appeared in front of you, raking his finger down your cheek.

“Kris should have known this would happen sooner or later.” He leaned close to your ear. “I always get my prey.”

You gasped. “Y-you’re Taejo?”

The psycho grinned when he pulled back. “At your service, my dear. I take it Kris ended up confessing to you?”

“Why me?!” you screamed, ignoring his own inquiry.

Taejo simply shrugged. “You happened to pass by and smell… so enticing. Your fear right now makes it even more mouthwatering.”

“You’re insane.”

“Maybe so,” he cackled. “But it’s fun. And Kris thought he could protect you from me.”

“He wasn’t trying to protect me.” You couldn’t stop yourself from correcting him. “I was just bait so he could get to you.”

Taejo shook his head. “Oh, dearie, how wrong you are. Sure, at first he simply wanted me to see him, thinking I might slip up since I hate him so much. But I’ve seen the way he looks at you, how he’d watch you as you slept, perched outside your window like a silent knight. He looks at you just as he looked at her. Which is going to make killing you even more fun.”

You couldn’t believe it. No, you wouldn’t. He was just messing with your head, playing his sick game. That’s what it had to be.

But as Taejo took a step towards you, he was suddenly pinned to the ground. Kris had his neck in his hands.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?” Kris hissed, his canines extended, sharp and dangerous.

Taejo laughed. “I was counting on it.” With a slam, he pinned Kris to the wall next you, their positions now switched. “I wanted you here, to watch me rip her apart like I did the last one. To make you suffer before I kill you once and for all. Or maybe I’ll keep you around as a pet.”

Kris let out a monstrous roar that shook you to the core. Filled with rage, he channeled it to throw Taejo across the room. From there they were engaged in a battle too quick for your human eyes to see anything beyond blurs. All you could do was wait and see who would come out on top. Snarls and hisses echoed throughout the warehouse as they crashed into old crates, crumbling them into sawdust.

Then the fighting stopped. Kris had Taejo’s head in his hands with a leg wrapped around his torso to keep him steady. Taejo clawed at Kris’s arms, but the scratches healed as quickly as they were formed.

“Just do it,” Taejo hissed.

“Gladly.”

Crying out, Kris yanked on Taejo’s head, ripping it from the rest of his body as it went limp. He threw the head away and immediately came to check on you, breaking the chains around your wrists and setting you free. With no energy left in your body, Kris caught you before you could tumble to the ground. Sitting down, he cradled you in his arms, cupping your jaw in his hand.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

You blinked up at him, confused. Was Taejo right? “Why are you sorry? You got want you wanted.”

“But I almost lost you,” he countered.

“Why would that matter?” You struggled to sit up so your lungs could get more air. Kris helped you, but refused to let you leave his lap.

“Because I love you.”

Your jaw dropped at the bold statement, but he held a finger to your lips, stopping you from interrupting.

“Yes, at first, I just wanted to catch Taejo, but you, you silly human with your blushing cheeks and beautiful laughter, made me fall in love with you. I’ll understand if you hate me and I’ll let you go if that’s what you want, but please know that it’s the truth. Besides, Taejo’s gone, why would I lie about loving you?”

You couldn’t argue with that. He got what he wanted, which was Taejo dead. You were safe again, so why would it matter if you hated him or not if he truly didn’t care?

Smiling just a little bit, you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I think I love you, too.”

“Then I’m yours,” he replied. “Forever.”

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In Aeturnum: Chapter Zero⎜AU, Chapter 1 of ???⎜Song Inspo: “The Elixir of Life” by Peter Gundry

Chapter Zero: Sympathy for the Devil Pt. 1 ( main storyline )

Hello readers! This part of the Chapter Zero series focuses heavily on Ryosuke and won’t mention the reader until the next chapter. It just got too long and I had to cut the part where the reader comes in. I also want to point out that even though in the aesthetic picture Ryosuke is fully grown, in most of this chapter (until the end) he appears as a teenager because he actually is the equivalent of a teenager in vampiric years for this. So, think of Scrap Teacher era Ryosuke. This chapter also has a mention of self harm, so be warned. Other than that, please enjoy this next edition of Chapter Zero! -- Mod L

He was one of the first in a series of unfortunate cases. An epidemic.

It was right around the time that he was born, the plague began. Vampires, whose bloodlines had been watered down by human blood, had begun to weaken. Their bodies would age faster and they would die just as quickly, their still beating hearts not the only bodily organ weak to the material known as silver. In his mother’s journal, the woman wrote about the days of his infancy. About how he was susceptible to the cold, weak to hot weather, and how his skin would flush red if her favorite silver necklace so much as touched his delicate cheeks. It was as if he were a mixture of both human and vampire traits, unheard of before if one wasn’t a dhampyr.

He was one of many cases among the few children born to their small village of vampires and dhampyr. The vampire bloodline was growing weak. A plague was coming.

Ryosuke had been part of a budding generation afflicted by it.

It was told to him that he’d had one more sibling, a brother, much older and in adolescence by the time that he came into the world. And, while Ryosuke was in his first few years of living, that brother ventured away from the village on his own in an act of rebellion. In the journal, his mother wrote about how her husband went into the night to find their eldest child. It was two days and three nights before the man came back with their son’s limp body in his arms. To give the boy a burial close to home, his father said. In the young vampire’s chest had been an imprint, the sign of a silver dagger to the chest. Vampire hunters. However, back then, it was the one and only way to kill a vampire.

For their second son, things wouldn’t be so black and white.

He remembered being coddled by his parents. Never allowed to leave his village. It was the same for many other children; few they were, as vampires never had an easy time conceiving. For the longest, Ryosuke had thought it was merely because his father was the head of their village. He was privileged and cloistered, having no need for the outside world when all of the comforts he would ever need were in his own home. So, he’d never thought much of his life of isolation.

His family and the village were all that he needed.

As a vampire child, life passed one by in the blink of an eye. Fifty years of ignorant bliss went by before he truly became conscious of the world around him. Still so very young, appearing the age of a ten year old human child, one of his first and clearest memories was of the day that they came. The vampire hunters. It seemed as if word of the fairly small village of vampires spread around to the humans, and the weakened generation made it a prime opportunity for them to attack. It was the start of an aggressive eradication of vampires, strong and weak alike.

They killed every vampire and dhampyr found. Men, women, child, there was no beast spared from their blade. Bodies fell that day, those of vampire and human alike. The number of hunters were too high, accumulated and trained thoroughly over the years. And, they would soon only increase. Especially with the knowledge that vampires were growing weaker as time went on.

No one in the already small village was left to spare. At least, that is what the hunters believed. In a memory of the time, Ryosuke could recall being locked in the cellar, frightened and alone as he tried his best to push the door open. It was never so hard to budge before, and the lock was already picked by him moments prior. He hadn’t known it was because his mother’s body laid lifeless and heavy on the wood, her last attempt at sparing his life was giving her own and taking that of the hunter who laid not too far away. Upon freedom from the makeshift sanctuary, he had learned the truth and so much more.

Through everything, he cried. Newly alone in the world, the boy couldn’t quite feel grateful for being alive. He cursed the hunters and even cursed his mother for protecting him so. At the discovery of his burned down village and slaughtered people, he wanted to join them in death. He wanted to follow them, but in naivety and grief the boy could only pour his emotions out in the form of tears.

Among the ashes and blistered wood of fallen homes, he hadn’t known what drew him to the body of a fallen man at first. Headless and bloodied. Upon crouching beside it, Ryosuke had known in an instant that the man was his father. Call it vampiric instinct or familial love, but he knew. After that, for whatever reason, trauma or an acceptance of reality, his cheeks soon dried in the moments that followed. It was the point where his memory began to get blurred, only knowing that he had finally wandered away from the village on his own right after. The land was desolate and without loved ones to keep him safe. There was no longer a reason to stay.

He was alone.

It was fate’s cruel kindness that led humans to find and take him in.

Since the day of his village’s -- his family’s -- slaughter, Ryosuke could never find himself truly happy. It wasn’t an act of defiance nor even a choice on his end, life just never seemed colorful to the growing pureblood. Perhaps that was why he allowed himself to be captured by the human couple, who thought him to be an orphan. Which he was. They had taken in what they believed to be a normal child in their care.

They would never notice the hint of his slowly but surely growing fangs, hidden behind the frowning lips of a boy that rarely spoke. He was traumatized, they assumed. And, they would be right in such an assumption. Years would pass and the boy became known around that human town as gloomy and depressing to speak with. Yet, the humans that took it upon themselves to be his new parents raised him with patience and care.

“What an odd child they have.” Those around the town would whisper their gossip.

“He’s so eerily quiet. Whenever he comes around my dog starts barking like crazy.”

“Won’t play with the other children either. Perhaps he’s touched in the head.”

To him, they were simply fleeting company in a world that would leave him alone again. They were humans, after all. Ryosuke had never fancied himself a human hater, yet these were the same race of people that took his parents away. The race that hunters came from. It was never in his plan to stay with them for long. It was only a matter of time before they would realize that he aged far too slowly, at any rate.

“Ryosuke, dearest, why won’t you go out and play with the other children?” His human ‘mother’ asked one day. Cursed to be barren, she was especially doting to the boy luck blessed her to find. “Sooner or later you’ll have to make friends in the village.”

The young boy wanted to point out the obvious. That he was stronger than the other children. There was a chance that he could accidentally hurt them. He was faster, and slowing himself down would be a boring burden on himself for the sake of a people he thought of as no more than prey previously. Not to mention, Ryosuke could not afford to stay within the village long enough for any lasting friendship to be worth striving for. It was trivial to even try.

Instead, the child’s face would scrunch every time that question was posed. He would shake his head, purse his lips, and give the usual excuse that crossed his mind. “I don’t like playing outside much...Could I go help father?” Ryosuke would mumble, the unmeant word ‘father’ a squeak in his throat.

The man who adopted him was the village physician. It was often that Ryosuke would spend his days just watching the man work in his makeshift laboratory in the backroom of the home, lending a hand here and there. As much as he would allow a young child to do. It was more entertaining to learn something than to play among children he would eventually forgot, so the boy often opted for this to pass the time.

And, like usual, his human mother would agree; worry over his social life overcome by pride in his following her husband’s footsteps. With a smile and pat on the head, she would send him off to the back without any argument. Still, his successful trickery brought the boy no joy.

It was uncomfortable being there, being around humans who would die off before he even finished coming of age. It was a burden knowing that he was such a big part of their lives, especially as their ‘only child’, but they would only be a severely small part of his own.

He left them nearly four years into his stay. And, even that was a stretch. The vampire appeared the human age of ten at the time they had taken him, and the same when he had gone from them. Questions had begun to rise and be vocalized to the couple, who in turn also became curious despite adamantly assuring everyone he was just youthful in looks.

Ryosuke began to notice more medical books strewed around the house. Bookmarked pages that outlined diseases that kept humans looking like children. Diseases that he certainly did not have, but would be tested for eventually. It was only a matter of time before vampirism was brought up. It was long time for him to go. He had escaped during the night, when both were asleep in their bed.

It was a pain to carry out, and not simply for the inconvenience of it all. Ryosuke had regretted letting himself become caught by the two who just wanted to be his parents. It was an unnecessary chapter in both of their lives. And, through it, they caused him to look upon humans in a different light.

They ‘humanized’ him, to an extent. More than he liked. During his time in the human village, he would venture off and hunt for animals to drink from instead of humans. In that span of three years, he hadn’t drank of human blood once. It was too dangerous to try and seek a target out. He had never even done so by himself before, his true mother and father always providing the hunted for him. He felt like one of them, getting nutrients off animals just as they did with their human meals of hunted venison, pheasant, and other animals that they caught themselves.

His mind, still maturing, emphasized with them and saw them as living beings that functioned just as vampires did. Humans were a rarely talked about subject in vampires clans when it didn’t come to hunting or hunters, so his knowledge and consideration of them was little beforehand.

The intelligent vampire in him felt thankful to them for broadening his mind, while the child that he still was also so very thankful to them for making him feel like a beloved kid again. They found him when his own parents were slaughtered not long ago. How could he not relish in some sort of parental comfort again? Even if it was from the rival species.

Yet, he felt sad for them. The couple. While he took away positives, they only lost a child that meant something to them. His chapter was neutral, positive at best about what he had taken out of this experience. However, they would only take sadness from this. Their ‘child’ was gone, escaped from them into the unknown night.

I’m sorry. He would forever internally apologize to them.

This was how it had to be. This was why it was a pain to leave. If he had just never allowed himself to be found by them in the first place, it would never have to be done. Maybe by now, if he did choose to escape them, he would be used to being alone. Because the loneliness hurt the most. It was as if his family had gotten murdered all over again, tears fresh in the boy’s eyes as he wandered the night and racked his mind on where to go next. No places came to mind, of course. He just had to wing it from there on. Then, a twisted thought crossed his mind.

Maybe he should find another human family.

Nearly thirty-five years passed and Ryosuke aged to eighty-nine years. He’d spent years roaming on his own, finding human families that he spent no more than three or four years with, finding vampires yet never being welcomed in their small clans. The stench of human was too ripe on him, they’d say.

Such a life of forming short bonds, only to leave, and the sting of rejection was beginning to take a toll on his mind. Perhaps it was actually his budding adolescent emotions starting to show. Physically aged to the looks of a human teenager, he speculated it was a peak time in vampiric adolescence -- as if the mood swings weren’t sign enough.

No matter the origin, however, life was beginning to become slower and harder by the day. His loneliness was growing. His agitation with his loneliness was growing. He could no longer trust himself to behave normally around any humans, leaving the lifestyle of family hopping behind decades ago. The smallest things would cause him to grow angry, depressed, and anything in between.

It grew to the point where he would keep a silver dagger of his own handy, wrapped up in cloth that he would unravel every now and then. It made him feel grounded. He would unravel and hold the blade in his hand by the hilt, also made of silver material. His palm would burn, fingers turning just as red as his cheeks would where his mother’s necklace touched. On and off, he did this for what he thought was an odd comfort.

In times like that, he loosely contemplated death. Bartering with himself on whether life was worth living or not. Was that his adolescence speaking or the loneliness within himself? His mind came to no solid conclusions, feeling empty without any cohesive thoughts. All that he felt was dread, the dwindling hope of finding happiness again the growing vampire’s only driving factor.

Such became so habitual that a permanent scar surfaced on his palm, no longer fading back to pink skin but darkening to a shade of dark purples before finally becoming a faded brown. It left his skin marred, but Ryosuke couldn’t find himself to be saddened with the change. Quite the opposite, it stirred a long lost feeling of excitement within him. It made him feel alive. So, the behavior continued to his heart’s content.

Until, one day.

“The fuck are you doing, kid?!” Someone caught him with the dagger one moonlit evening.

On the grass, surrounded by what he thought was the security of a secluded forest, he sat under an oak tree. His bag of belongings served as a cushion between him and the hard oak, trusty dagger in palm. He hadn’t noticed the presence of another before it was too late; the young pureblood grabbed by the collar as an alarmed gasp left him. Ryosuke promptly dropped his weapon to reach for the foreign hands.

The stranger raised him to his feet before loosening the tight grip, allowing Ryosuke to take a good look at who his assailant was. He let out a noise of complaint, eyes glaring at the man who studied him with a stern expression. He was a little older, not much taller, and not to mention scrawny as all hell. It made the pureblood wonder how on earth the man could even raise him from the ground at all. A growing vampire he was, Ryosuke was still on the burlier side. At least, slightly. The only explanation was one; that this man was another vampire. He looked much older than Ryosuke too, appearing to be in his late twenties.

And, by the faint yet pleasant smell of him, he was another pureblood.

Ryosuke huffed in annoyance and tore his eyes from the other, moving away in a quick motion to pick up the dagger. The other vampire was faster, however, snatching up the weapon before he could even get close to it. A taunting smile was given to him, done more in lighthearted jest than anything malicious, but Ryosuke still didn’t have it in him to give any other reaction than passive agitation.

“Tch,” The young vampire raised an eyebrow before finally sparing the elder another glance. He made no move to get the weapon back, purposefully taking the situation less seriously than he should’ve. He was likely in the other vampire’s territory, a usual story. It was a secluded forest, yes, but that was a hideout of choice for small vampire clans. The land was just so vast that Ryosuke had thought he’d have met any vampires that lived there long ago. “Go ahead, take it, but I’m not hostile.” Was all he spared the other, already tired of talking from those few words. The depression that had been weighing on his mind was heavy, too heavy to deal with a potential scuffle -- especially with a vampire more experienced.

The lanky vampire’s smile faded, likely finding Ryosuke’s compliant behavior strange. It was then that he truly took a good look at the younger, taking in his apathetic aura, dirtied skin, and ratty clothes. Signs of a vampire without a clan to look after him, signs of a vampire not knowledgeable enough of the world to live on his own. “I’m wondering why some brat is alone in my woods hurting himself,” The vampire began, twirling the blade in his hand to point the hilt at Ryosuke accusingly. “That’s not normal. Somethin’ wrong with you in the head?”

Ryosuke quickly reached for the dagger, only to have it pulled away once again. Clenching his fists, he still did nothing more against the elder vampire; save for giving a half-hearted glare. Even if he wanted to, he didn’t think he could take on the other. Not when a silver dagger did nothing to the man’s skin. Not a tinge of pink or red showed beneath the silver of the knife.

Despite his previous ministrations, it made him feel jealous.

Such a sign signaled a much stronger vampire, similar to his parents. A vampire that he was destined to be weaker than. A fate determined by birth. This vampire had to be older by several centuries.

Could he perhaps be...a true vampire?

No. He couldn’t be, they were likely long gone. His own parents were one of the few left.

Face marred with a frown, Ryosuke’s look was almost one of envy as he turned away from the other to leave. “Keep it.” His hand waved lazily, giving up all together before the vampire’s voice halted his retreating steps.

“Hold on a second.”

He turned back, seeing the vampire wave him over with his own lazy hand. The young pureblood paused before adhering to the elder, figuring that he had nothing better to do and no where good to go in the first place. He had a makeshift home that he’d built and would venture back to, but sometimes going back there proved more taxing on his mind than traveling. It was a constant reminder that he was alone. Vampires always lived amongst each other, they were never meant to live alone.

“Yeah?” The boy asked, sparing a few moments more for the seemingly docile vampire. Others would sooner chase him out of their territory than talk to him civilly.

“You don’t have anywhere to go, do you?”

Not turning back to fully face the man, Ryosuke merely eyed him suspiciously.

The man had no problem waiting for him to speak before finally growing impatient. “I asked you a question, kid.” He rolled his eyes. “Do you have a clan or not? You’re looking pretty beat up. Not exactly the time to be proud or anything.”

Ryosuke’s eyes shot to the ground, knowing the other’s words to be true, before coming up once again. “No,” His voice was weaker than before. “I don’t have anything.” The admittance should’ve been easy, this having been his reality for over twenty years, but it was still his life. He was alone and had been for a long time. It wasn’t an easy or good life. Vampires shunned him, never being kind to those not born in their clan and especially careful of vampires in unpredictable adolescence. Humans would fear him and he lived constantly on edge of running into, or being hunted by, vampire hunters. No, life was not good on his own and it took a toll on him.

The vampire gave him one more once over, seeming to think on something before he tilted his head in a ‘come here’ motion. “Let’s go then. You can come with me to my clan.” It was easy as that.

It took Ryosuke’s mind a good minute to process the elder’s words, his brooding glare soon turning into a stunned blink. He couldn’t have heard right. “...Huh?” The boy questioned, now fully turning his body to face the other. “Did--...What?”

“It’s alright,” The elder vampire couldn’t help but laugh at the change in his demeanor. “In my clan, we don’t mind taking in younger ones like you. While everyone else is scared, we want to help you. Someone’s got to take you troublemakers in. Now, come on.” He didn’t wait for another answer from Ryosuke, turning on his heel with the dagger in hand.

Hesitation halted the young vampire’s steps for a second. But, it was merely that; a second.

The elder vampire, Nino was what they called him, had taken Ryosuke to a castle located further into the shrouded forest. So dense, maze-like, and tall was the forest that he would never have found the six story tall residence on his own. Though he couldn’t say that the gloomy castle felt more welcoming than his natal village, it was a home that was being extended to him. It caused the young vampire to feel in a way that even the humans never rose from him. Not when he knew that he’d have to leave them someday. Here, he wouldn’t have to leave nor fear them dying before him. This place gave him a glimpse of hope.

This was a place truly meant for his kind. He wouldn’t be alone.

The young vampire tried not to cry all through the tour of the castle, passing by several other clansmen. Some ignored him, but a select few smiled and welcomed him. He tried to remember their faces. There weren’t so many kind smiles that greeted him since he was a child.

The tears finally let loose once Nino showed him to his room and impatiently told him to go clean up. Ryosuke’s lips pressed together and his head lowered in a prideful attempt to keep the other from seeing, but Nino saw. With a brief pat to the shoulder, the elder vampire turned to leave the younger to his own devices. The dagger was still held tightly in Nino’s hand. Ryosuke would never see it again.

“It’ll get better from here.” Was all the man said before he left the room.

His ease into the clan was slow and cautious. Being around others of his kind for such an extended period of time took a while for him to adjust to, used to the fleeting moments of people coming in and out of his life. Vampires and humans alike.

Ryosuke had come to find out that there were plenty of members in the large clan, and it took him a good week to meet all of them. They seemed to pop out of the woodworks. Whenever he thought he’d met everyone, someone else seemed to come right around the corner.

It was lively there. And, he loved it.

“Waaaahhhhhh!”

The growing vampire had been sitting idle on the parlor couch, book in hand, when the ear wrenching noise was heard. Ryosuke didn’t have to look far to see who it was, as said person had lain themselves right on the wooden floor in front of him. Dramatically, might he add. The other members in the common room, save for a few, went on about their business as if nothing was wrong. And, truly, nothing was wrong. It was just another result of adolescence, causing outbursts such as this. And, no one could cause an outburst like Mayu, the vampire that had fallen. She had a reputation of being the worst able to control her adolescence. He only remembered her because she was one of the kind faces that greeted him in the beginning.

And, obviously, because she was known for having fits like this.

Blinking in disbelief, Ryosuke had to remind himself to get used to times like this. “Mayu,” He dared to call her name. “Are you alright?” It seemed as good a time as any to ask, right?

“Too cute...” Head held down in the crook of her arm, Mayu made no move to get up as she mumbled the words. Her voice indicated distress, but her words told otherwise.

He was afraid to go on. “Eh?”

She only whined before slowly picking herself up from the floor. “Rino is too cute today.” The vampire he knew as Mayu finished, looking absolutely heartbroken. “She made a flower crown and was wearing it in the garden. She offered to make me one....but, I ran away!” Cue the loud sobbing as Mayu promptly sat herself on the couch next to him, hands rubbing at her falling tears.

“Oh,” Ryosuke, trying to be friendly, couldn’t pry more words from himself at the trivial confession. Having love interests and the like were already something he didn’t much relate to. There was a girl back in his natal village that he had a crush on, but that was so long ago and just a childish thing. Even then, he had guts enough to talk to her; making him relate to Mayu even less. “Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?” He went on and spoke his thoughts.

She stopped crying for long enough to send him a curt look, somehow offended. “I can’t just do that!” Mayu said, giving a hard sigh. “She likes someone else, someone not like me at all. I have no chance...You wouldn’t understand.”

Ryosuke’s eyebrows raised, wondering what Mayu meant by not like her. Honestly, he didn’t know her well enough to give it any real thought and decided to simply agreed with her instead. “Ah, sure...” He nodded his head hesitantly. A figure heading over to them took the rest of his attention, eyes moving to see one of the older vampires in the clan. Well, slightly older. It was Kota, another vampire who made it a point to be friendly with Ryosuke since his first day.

“Are you two alright?” Kota asked, giving one of his usual eye smiles. It was a bit needless to ask Mayu was she alright, because she almost never was, but Kota was just the type of person to always hear someone out. He was a sort of brother figure to the younger ones in the clan, even though he could be silly himself at times.

Ryosuke answered for the both of them. “We’re fine, Mayu was just venting to me.” He shot a glance to the other, only to realize that she had been glaring at some guy seated next to his friends by the fire. Ryosuke couldn’t remember his name, however. Sengo? Senga? Either way, Mayu wasn’t planning to answer Kota herself at the moment. “Uh, did you need something?” He turned his attention back to the other, a sheepish smile apparent.

The older boy nodded, motioning with a hand for Ryosuke to stand up. “Yep, it’s time for your medicine. Sho and the others are waiting.” He referenced to Sho, one of the eldest and founding members of the clan. Taking a moment to look at Mayu, Kota tried to get through to her. “Are you sure you’re alright, Mayu?”

“Mm.” Mayu only grunted her response like the teenage vampire she was, feet kicking ever so slightly while she sat.

The two boys exchanged a look. Whether that was a ‘girls will be girls’ or an ‘adolescent vampires will be adolescent vampires’ look, one could only guess. Ryosuke followed close behind Kota, leaving the lively parlor and into the candlelit hallways.

“How are you liking it here?” The older sparked some conversation.

It had been a month since Nino had taken Ryosuke into the clan, so it was well long enough for him to form an opinion of the place. “Well, I never expected to live in a castle...” The words slipped from his mouth before he realized, too busy taking in the tall corridors of the hall. He wasn’t too concerned about it, however, being truthful.

Kota laughed. “That’s one perk, I guess. I’ve been here pretty long, so I kind of forget how big this place is. For anyone new, I’m sure it’s really surprising, huh? It was the same for me in the past.” A couple of younger vampires ran past them, playing tag and giggling among themselves. “I know we have our fair share of...interesting vamps.” He eluded back to Mayu. “But, it’s only a part of growing up. They don’t stay this way forever. Soon enough, they’ll become more tame versions of what you see now. Their real selves, you can say.”

Ryosuke couldn’t say much on the topic, or even speak out and say anything against Mayu. He was going through the same, yet better at keeping it to himself. At least, now he was. After all, the time where Nino found him in the forest wasn’t lost to him; having happened such a short time ago. His emotions were unstable then too, making him toy with his body to just feel something. Anything. The medication that they gave at this clan helped treat that, and he was grateful to them for that. He was grateful to Nino for that.

It seemed as if Kota read his mind, for the topic of said vampire came up. “Nino speaks highly of you. He said you’re pretty agile and strong. Well, from what he saw when you sparred with the others during exercises.” A thought seemed to pass his mind. “He said it passing, but it’s pretty rare to get a compliment out of him. I’d be happy with that.”

Ryosuke’s eyes perked up, eyebrows raised. Though grateful he was, he hadn’t quite gotten the opportunity to see Nino very much. It was both a mixture of his own shyness, waiting for the elder to approach him, and for the pure fact that Nino himself was elusive. Many in the clan said if he wasn’t among his fellow elder vampires, then he was likely holed up in his room. It was hard to keep up with a person like that. “Oh?” He said dumbly before a little smile crinkled his lips. “I can’t tell myself. Being around vampires and training with you guys is pretty new to me. Compared to another vampire, I don’t know if I’m above or below average.”

A confused look was sent his way. “Really? No one else sparred with you before you came here?” Kota had to ask, confusion marking his sharp features.

Ryosuke shrugged, trying to word his sentences well. “I...” He hesitated. “I pretty much grew up by myself, hopping to and from whatever human family would be fooled enough to take me in. Humans don’t usually spar, at least not without weapons. And, if there weren’t weapons, then it would be unfair to whoever I fought.” The pureblood stared down at the palms of his hands as he walked, reminded of how different he was. From vampires and humans both.

The older vampire said nothing, maybe searching in his own head for where he could take the conversation next. Ryosuke didn’t sense pity from him, but instead Kota’s own cautious nature. The other seemed to sense how sensitive this topic was getting, and wanted to steer away from it for the younger’s sake.

They silently passed the entryway to the girls’ dorm, not a few steps past before a startled gasp caused Ryosuke’s head to turn and search for the source. Standing there was a girl who seemed around his age, a short, black, bob and childish eyes donning her features. She wasted no time in hurrying over to him -- only for her fingers to meet his cheeks in a pinch.

“Uwa! Kota, look at his cheeks!” She gushed, laughing at the incredulous expression that just crossed Ryosuke’s face. “He’s so adorable! I’ve never seen him around before though. He’s new, right?”

“Masaki, no!” The darkening face of said new vampire not going under his sight, Kota gave a nervous chuckle before reaching to pull away this so called ‘Masaki’ girl away from Ryosuke.

She gave no fight, an oblivious smile that matched the airy glint in her eyes. “I’m just saying...” Masaki gave a slight bow of apology that she might or might not have meant, Ryosuke couldn’t be sure.

What a brat...

The offended vampire rubbed his cheek, somewhat annoyed. Back when he lived with humans, at least one person in the family would mention his pudgy cheeks. He was slowly growing out of them, features becoming more gaunt with age, but he couldn’t be surprised. The perpetrator had never been another vampire, however.

Honestly, Ryosuke wanted to say something. Maybe give a sharp quip to the rude girl or maybe even look past what she did and properly greet her. Be the bigger person. However, his annoyance just seemed to grow by the second before becoming the burning spark of anger. It was more than the situation called for and it he knew it. Why couldn’t he have found something like this funny instead? Or even just embarrassing? He was angry at himself, just hearing of what a good vampire he was.

Nino wouldn’t be proud of this. He thought with a growing frown.

Annoying. The word rang in his head like a horn. Kota said something to Masaki that he couldn’t catch, too deep into his own thoughts. He was in such a good mood, even Mayu didn’t get on his nerves that day, then this kid comes along. Annoying. Before he knew it, the area went quiet and it was only then that the boy realized he was giving Masaki a hard glare; catching the attention of even Kota. Ryosuke cast his eyes down to the floor, knowing that it was his adolescence causing the irrational spark in his emotions.

Masaki allowed a confused look to pass her features before the smile came back. “Uh oh, it’s time for someone’s medicine!” She teased.

Gods take him now. Ryosuke wasted no more time in sharply brushing pass her onward, so quickly that he could feel the self-induced breeze at his skin. Shoulders just barely touching, Masaki moved back abruptly in paranoia of being collided with, the short heels of her white boots resounding on the stone floor. It made him almost want to apologize for the brusque gesture. Almost. In the short distance, he heard Kota give a dubious farewell to the girl before the older vampire finally caught up with his stride.

“Uh, sorry about that. She’s just--” Kota tried to explain.

“Don’t worry about it.” Ryosuke dismissed the topic all together, just wanting to get his medicine and get it fast. It was likely the same thing that was wrong with Mayu, and himself, and everyone else in this clan. Growing up.

It definitely was lively there.

Finding out the truth behind the medicine was a mistake.

That was hindsight for Ryosuke, wishing now that he had never known about what he clung to so dearly. Back then, he considered it what saved his life. Now, he considered it what ruined his life. The day Nino trusted him with the secret of the clan was the day his life changed forever, in more than one way.

He had been living in the clan for what seemed like around one hundred years. He’d been trying to count, but the years seemed to blur together. There were so many things he knew now that he didn’t know then. He didn’t think that far.

The prefect system had recently been integrated into the clan. It wasn’t enough to just have an eldest vampire, Nino had said. At the time, Nino was only one of the eldest. The ‘power’ was shared between himself and four other elder vampires; Sho, Jun, Aiba, and Satoshi. Satoshi was the eldest. As the eldest, they served as overseers of the clan, but kept things fairly democratic and relaxed. There was no true leader or master, just those with more experience that were respected. As more vampires were inducted into the clan, however, the five felt as if they needed help in managing the growing castle population.

Being an already unofficial supervisor, it was no surprise to anyone that Kota gained the title of prefect. An older girl, Rino, also gained the title. It was decided that there would be two boys and two girls, each in charge of their respective gender’s dorm. Mayu, who had calmed down in recent years gained the second prefect title next to Rino.

Ryosuke was a shoe in for the second prefect title of the boy’s dorm, both having gained the trust of Nino and getting a good word put in by Kota. Throughout the years, he was loyal and proved to have a level head on his shoulders.

He’d come a long way from the boy who Nino found in the woods.

“Me and my friends,” Nino was referring to his fellow elder vampires. He had called Ryosuke into the kitchen one day, which was strange to the younger vampire. Little did he know of the secret corridor that led to the basement, where Nino took him to that day. “We’ve spent years working on this medicine...and, I should probably tell you how it works. Listen,” His eyes were serious, more serious than Ryosuke had ever known Nino to be. He sat at a desk, among several tubes and tomes in what looked to be a makeshift laboratory.

The medicine laid dormant in various containers, ranging from clear flasks to the tiny brown, glass, vials that they were familiar with. He had never known how red the medicine was until now. A rich red, so familiar.

“I don’t know how many times I went through this talk, but you’re the last person I plan to have it with.” Nino continued, a smirk crossing his somber face when he saw Ryosuke’s own expression go panicked. “Calm down, I’m not dying or anything. This cycle has just gone on long enough. I’ve told Kota,” He paused, looking up lazily. “Well, actually, Aiba told Kota by mistake. Anyway! I explained it to Kota, then I told that girl, Rino, then Mayu pretty much found out by mistake. Basically, all of my prefects know this information. And, now, you’ll know it too. Whether or not you want to accept it is up to you, however.” A sigh was given before Nino gave Ryosuke’s figure a studying glance. “But, I think you’ll accept it just fine. At least, I’m hoping so.”

Ryosuke’s hand subconsciously raised, fingers touching his throat at the mention of the medicine. Should he have been afraid of what he was going to hear? Perhaps. It was only outweighed by his trust of Nino. “What did you want to tell me?” He asked, hand relaxing down to his side. At that moment, he had already made the decision on whether to follow Nino or not. Right or wrong. What he wanted next was only an explanation.

For years, the young man’s gratefulness turned into loyalty. Loyalty turned into admiration. Nino, lanky in build and cloistered in personality as he was, had become a figure that Ryosuke grew to look up to. With that came a blind trust. Maybe he was just curious about the medicine. Maybe he was just assured that, whatever it was, it couldn’t be very bad as he still felt fine after taking the medicine for so many years.

Maybe he just wanted to keep Nino’s approval, having it for so many years.

Nino’s smirk died down, a moment of quiet passing before he finally opened his mouth. “The medicine that we give you doesn’t only calm down the symptoms of adolescence. Another affect is that it will make you stop aging, among other things.”

Stop aging...? Ryosuke’s mouth couldn’t form the words, shock racking his system.

Nino shook his head, looking almost ashamed as his gaze went towards the wall. It wasn’t long before he fixed it into an impassive one. “Believe me when I say that I don’t like to lie, okay? It’s just something we’ve had to do since we started this clan...See, you’ve actually been in this clan for three hundred and twenty-three years...I counted.” He tossed a look back. “We just reset your memories every one hundred years to make you believe that you’ve only been here for almost a century -- close to the end of your adolescence. How we do that...How I do that is through a power that true vampires have. It’s called Initiative. With Initiative, if you’re powerful enough, you can control weaker minded vampires and humans to do whatever you wish. You can even alter their memories.”

At this point, he allowed himself to look guilty. Nino’s eyes were full of nothing but apology. “I only use this power when absolutely necessary. Believe me on that. We just wanted to make sure our medicine worked, and how else to do what but make sure you all stay long enough for us to see results.” He paused. “And, you, Ryosuke...You actually haven’t aged a day since you turned two hundred. The medicine is working.”

The vampire still couldn’t bring himself to do more than keep silent, words on the tip of his tongue yet mouth glued shut with awe. Here he was, thinking that he was nearly reaching his two hundredth year. Come to find out, he had not only long passed it, but even his physical body was aged just beyond it. His mind was telling him that he should feel afraid, that he should feel angry, but he didn’t.

This was how it should’ve been all along.

It dawned on him. Not aging equaled immortality, what he should’ve had all along. What his parents had before vampire hunters took their lives prematurely with a silver blade to the heart. What his long dead older brother had before his own life was taken. What fate had decided to take from Ryosuke himself the moment he was born.

Immortality was Ryosuke’s birthright as a pureblood vampire -- and Nino was giving it to him.

Something in the young man’s expression shifted ever so slightly, and Nino seemed to catch it. The elder went on with a more confident tone. “We’ve been working on this formula for years, my friends and I. It’s supposed to restore the powers of vampires, make us how we used to be.” He lifted a smaller vial, taking in the red liquid. “Make you all how we used to be -- true vampires.”

True vampires. That was a topic Ryosuke hadn’t heard of in a long time, but he knew it well. “You want to restore the vampiric bloodline?” It was a rhetorical question, but perhaps he just wanted to hear it again. It made him almost giddy to say, feeling as if the blood in his veins was so much more powerful than moments before.

Wait a minute.

“Nino...” Ryosuke paused, taking a curious step forward in the candlelit basement. Well, laboratory. “What do you mean ‘how we used to be’? It can’t be what I think you mean...”

In his same old passive way, the elder vampire merely grinned and gave a shrug of his shoulders. “Yeah, if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking then it’s correct. I am a true vampire.” Another sigh left his lips, the ceiling the new attraction of choice to him currently. “And, you know...You really don’t want to know how long I’ve been on this planet. You really don’t. But, I’m the only one. Sho and the others...they’re not true vampires. And, I can’t tell you where the others I used to know are these days. If they’re anywhere at all. I just have myself, my friends, and this clan. That’s fine by me...It wasn’t even my idea to create this medicine. It was Sho’s, but we’ve all put our minds together to make it what it is today.”

Despite what Nino said, the loneliness radiating from him was palpable. It was a feeling that Ryosuke knew so well, from first knowing it at such a young age until the point where he felt accepted into the clan. In that moment, Nino reminded Ryosuke of how he used to be -- and he wanted nothing more than to help the other however he could.

Mind already set, Ryosuke spoke up. “I understand. I’ll help in whatever way I can.” He swore his loyalty to the elder vampire. It wasn’t just a matter of loyalty to simply Nino at that moment. The cause was one that the pureblood could wholly support. Vampires needed to be restored to what they once were, he firmly believed that.

Or, rather, he firmly wanted that.

However, this is wrong. A voice in the back of his mind chimed that in. A voice that he ignored. No one but the elders and the prefects would know of the true reason behind the medicine. Surely, not everyone would even want eternal life. Vampires everywhere now knew that immortality was gone from them. It stopped with their parents, perhaps even grandparents. They were used to a limited time on earth and more vulnerability to the world. They were more human now. Even he was humanized to an extent, but Ryosuke had always resented that. He didn’t want his time with the clan to sometime end and be sent on his own back into the world. He didn’t want to eventually die off, especially of ‘old age’.

This clan was similar to his natal village, vampires living together. This was how it should be.

Forever, he wanted this to be their own little utopia.

“Can I ask, though,” Ryosuke went on. “What’s in the medicine that restores our powers?”

Nino only gave a wry grin.

“My blood.”

Ending Song: “The Sky is High and the Wind Sings” by Luna Haruna – Lyrics

Non-HSJ Cast List:

Ninomiya Kazunari – Member of Arashi

Matsuoka Mayu – Actress

Sashihara Rino – Member of AKB48

Sato Masaki – Member of Morning Musume

#yamada ryosuke #yabu kota #in aeturnum #i didn't plan for this to be out before keito's in aeturnum fic but ah well #hey say jump #hey! say! jump #drabble #multi chapter fic #mod l

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