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Sanguine Osculum
Upon exploring an abandoned manor deep in the woods, you find that truth is sometimes just as strange as fiction.
CHAPTER 2
Vampire!Sam Kiszka x Reader
Warnings: Standard warnings for a vampire fic, along with 18+ themes in future chapters.
Daniel looked just as concerned to see you as he did the first time. Sam assured you that’s just how Danny always looks, and that he’s “just a nervous fellow sometimes,” and it made you feel a little better about surprising him like this. He was nice, though, and after he relaxed, the two of you got along well.
He told you more about his life before this. How he grew up alongside the Kiszka family, and was pretty much one of the family. Like a brother, is how Sam had put it. Just like Sam, he was vague on why or how they were turned, but spoke of it in the same negative way as Sam had.
“Sometimes I wish our family had been turned with us, but other times I’m glad they don’t have to live like us,” He said, his gaze lowered, “I, uh, had a sister. Sam and the twins did too.”
They left it at that, not wanting to drag out old memories they’d spent years burying. The topic soon switched to yourself, your family, and what was going on in the world. They hadn’t had a proper visitor in at least 10 years or so, and always made sure to stay away from the city that wasn’t far from them, so they were quite curious about the world.
About an hour into your conversation, there was a light knock on the door, and another young man stepped into the room. He was just as pretty as the others, but his hair was short and curly, reminding you of a dandelion before it gets blown away by the wind. He had the same amber-brown eyes as his brothers, a well groomed mustache and goatee, and a wide smile with too-sharp teeth. What caught your attention most was his outfit, though.
He wore a soft looking, red crushed velvet jumpsuit. It dipped down into a V at the front, ending at about the middle of his chest. The edges of the neckline were embroidered with beautiful stones that glimmered in the light. It was sleeveless and skin-tight, with a bishop cuff at the ankles that all gave it a flattering look on him.
“Why hello, you must be the guest I’ve heard so much about! It’s lovely to meet you, dear. My name is Joshua, but please, call me Josh,” His voice was similar to Jake’s, just a bit smoother and softer. You recalled Sam and Danny saying “the twins”, putting two and two together to assume they meant him and Jake. Josh held out his hand, and you took it.
Josh smiled and brought your hand up to press a kiss to the back of it as you introduced yourself, “What a lovely name, dear. I hope we’ve been sufficient enough hosts for you. We don’t normally get visitors anymore…”
Josh was the oldest of all the boys, and thus became their leader of sorts after being turned. He seemed far less wary around you, going as far as telling you he hopes you’ll stick around longer than their previous guests all had. After a while, you decide to ask about Jake.
“Jake is… he’s had a lot of bad things happen because of him interacting with the ah… normal population. It’s left him with a bit of a distrust of others that he hasn’t been able to work through. I hope you understand. He’s a kind man, he just needs time,” Josh explains, while the others nod. They all assure you that Jake is no threat, but you’re still hesitant to believe that fully after he threatened to gut you.
The three of you talked for what felt like hours, until the sun was beginning to set. They stood, turning to you.
“Ah, it’s probably about time for you to leave. You can’t hang around here come nighttime,” Josh said, leading you out of the room. Danny stayed behind, waving, while Sam followed you both.
“Why not?” You asked, and Sam responded.
“It’s when we go out to feed. Having a human around might be… tempting. It’s best to avoid any temptation at all than to risk it,” He smiled and opened the door for you, slowly reaching out to hold your hand and press a kiss to it like Josh had done, “I do hope to see you soon, though. Will I?”
You thought about it. You should leave and never come back. If not for your safety, then for your sanity. They were supposedly real life vampires, who could kill you if they wanted to. But… something about them kept you wanting to come back. So, you nodded and smiled back.
“Of course you will.”
You only got a short distance away from the manor before something dropped down from a tree, landing in front of you. It was Jake, who stood there and stared you down. You felt fear bubble up in your chest, unsure of why he followed you out here.
“Hello… um…”
“What do you want with my family? Why do you keep hanging around?” He asked, his jaw set in an unreadable expression.
“I just… I don’t know. I guess curiosity? I enjoyed talking to your brothers, and we have a surprising amount of things in common-“
He growled and stepped close, his hand on your wrist, “We have NOTHING in common. We are nothing like you, and you are nothing like us. The sooner you understand that and leave us alone, the better off you’ll be, and the less likely it’ll be that I leave your body in a ditch somewhere.”
He let go of your wrist and you stepped back, your heart pounding and the sound of blood rushing in your ears blocking everything else. You took a deep breath and kept your voice as steady as possible as you spoke.
“I promise I mean no harm to any of you… and despite how you feel, it was nice to meet you.”
He didn’t say anything as you walked past him to get to your car and head home.
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You couldn’t come back for a few days, work and other life responsibilities getting in the way, so instead you did some researching into the Kiszka and Wagner families that lived there. Not much was recorded in history, especially once it got to the time they were alive for, but you did find the names of their families. They did both have sisters, one named Veronica and the other named Josie, plus their parents and some extended family. The only records that exist of them are birth and death records, stating they all died of an illness around the same time.
As you know, though, four of them didn’t technically die. Or did they? Are vampires technically still alive or are they dead? Are they something in between? You shook your head. It didn’t matter.
When you finally were able to go back, about a week had passed. You pulled your car up early in the morning and made your way down the path you had taken the last two times, the manor eventually coming into view. It was a nice summer day today, a nice breeze blowing through without it being too chilly out. You wore a loose T-shirt and jeans, with your regular hiking shoes on to help when heading back and forth through the wooded area.
You raised your hand to knock, just as you had the last two times you had been here, but jumped when the door swung open instead.
“Darling! I knew you’d be back!” Sam grinned, his pointed teeth glinting in the light as he pulled you inside, “I was worried we had scared you off for good…” He was smiling, but you could hear the genuine worry in his voice.
“I just had work and other life stuff to take care of, Sam. You haven’t chased me away yet,” You say with a chuckle. You caught sight of Jake on the second floor landing, frowning down at you. He turned and stalked away, towards the music room.
Sam turns to lead you up the stairs, presumably to where Danny was, but you stopped him, “Hey, um… maybe I should stay down here for today. Jake still seems pretty upset about me hanging around…”
His smile faltered, but he quickly fixed it, turning to face you, “He won’t do anything to you, I promise. But… if you wish to stay down here, then that’s alright.”
“I’d like that,” You say, “Plus, there are some things I’d like to ask you about.”
The both of you head into the sitting room with the large fireplace, Sam offering you a seat before sitting on the couch opposite to you.
“Well… Ask away I suppose!”
“So… does sunlight kill you? Do stakes and garlic? Holy water and crosses? Just how accurate are all the legends?”
Sam was a bit surprised by your question, chuckling a bit, “Well, um… sunlight doesn’t kill us, but it does burn like hell. As far as I know garlic, crosses, and holy water don’t do anything to us. And I assume anyone would die if you staked them, so… I guess that one still applies?”
“When you feed, do you have to drink all of the blood? And how long do you have between feeding?”
“It depends. We go out about every night to feed. If we fed on, ahem… larger things, it would last longer. And no, we don’t HAVE to completely drink all of it, but it’s hard to stop sometimes.”
Suddenly, a thought popped into your head. Sam said he’d never fed from a human, none of them have. What would it feel like to be bitten, to have your blood drank? Would it hurt? Would it feel numb? You know you shouldn’t ask, but…
“If I offered you some of my blood, would you drink it?”
At this question, Sam jumped up, stepping back, “Woah, what? What on Earth would you do that for!?”
You shrugged, “I’m curious. How many other people would be able to say they know what it feels like for a vampire to bite them?”
“That’s not a good reason, Darling! Did you not just hear me say that sometimes it’s hard to stop ourselves when feeding? What if I weren’t able to stop and drained you completely?” He asked, throwing his arms up, concerned by your words.
“I trust you,” You said plainly.
“You’ve known me for about 3 days. You can’t trust someone you’ve just met!”
You sighed and dropped the issue, knowing he was right, “Sorry, you’re right Sam.”
He relaxed, and you listened as he began telling you something about the house. Maybe he was right, but that didn’t mean you weren’t still curious. You’ll continue this line of questioning another day, you figured.
For now, you sat back and enjoyed your friend’s company.
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When you left, Jake was waiting for you again, this time peeking into your car.
“Is this what automobiles look like now? The last time I saw one, they were more like a motorized carriage, not a weird, boxy hunk of metal. Why are the wheels so big?” He asked, causing you to chuckle. He frowned at you, “Don’t laugh at me, I’ll bite you.”
“I’m not laughing at you, Jake. I just forget sometimes that you all haven’t seen a lot of modern things,” You reassured him.
“And I’m fine with that. Most of your modern things aren’t any good. Minus some of your music, though I haven’t really heard modern music past… what do they call it…? The 90s?”
An idea popped into your head of how to get Jake to warm up to you quicker.
“Hey, how about i go ahead and bring some music here next time? Modern stuff, so you can find what you like?”
He’s quiet for a moment before shrugging and mumbling out a, “I suppose it couldn’t hurt,” before turning and heading back up to the manor.
Well, it’s the first conversation you’ve had with him that didn’t end in a threat, so you took it as a step forward. When you got back home, you created a playlist with as many songs as you could think of to show Jake the next time you came over, hoping this would finally be what got him to relax around you.
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Jake really liked music, you learned. He was fascinated with the intricate solos and heavy beats of rock and metal, the deep and rhythmic sounds of blues, and even nodded his head to a couple pop songs. Really, all four of them were drawn to the music, all having their own tastes yet all being fairly similar when it came to certain genres.
And of course, they were interested in your phone. They’d had seen phones before, from people who’d come poking around in the past, but never had much of a chance to play around with one. You decided to bring things by for them to learn about with each visit, quickly looking forward to talking with them a few times a week. Even Jake warmed up to you quite a bit, far less hostile than he had been the first few meetings.
Josh enjoyed your company, not being as wary as Jake, but not quite as open as Sam was. The eldest Kiszka was quite the charmer, though he assured you his interests were completely platonic. He was the most knowledgeable of modern things, having slipped into the city nearby on occasion on a whim. He mentioned seeing a man in a fabulous jumpsuit once in the 70s, and he was obsessed with them, to the point he began making his own. In your opinion, he was quite talented at sewing, his own clothes being well-made and fitting him perfectly.
Danny was much less nervous having you around than at first, quickly enjoying talking with you about different topics. In particular, he seemed to like sports, golf specifically. He reminded you of your friend Dave, and the thought made you laugh. They’d get along great if they ever met.
And then there was Sam. Sam was different than the others, being desperate for interaction. In his own words, he’d been trapped in this house with no one else for far too long, and the days had begun running together a good hundred years ago. He loved piano, you had noticed, and was highly skilled. He’d play for you every time, his eyes shut as he just felt the music through his whole body.
Weeks passed by as you learned more and more about the four of them. The end of fall grew near, winter closing in with each day that passed. It was around this time that you began seeing things in shops around the city that reminded you of them, and an idea popped into your head. What better to signify your new friendships, than heartfelt gifts?
Yes, this would be perfect.
Roving Blade
Pirate Captain!Jake X Siren!Reader
Warnings: Slight violence, minor swearing, the usual piratey nonsense, minor sexual implications, will add more tags for future chapters
CHAPTER 2
These pirates were a lot nicer than the ones you had seen and heard of before, you had to admit. They made a large tank for you, big enough for you to fully stretch out in, and made sure to keep you well fed once they realized you could eat meat and fish. Jake kept you in his cabin, away from the prying eyes of any he didn’t trust with the knowledge of your existence.
You still would rather NOT be on this ship at all, but it could’ve been worse, you supposed.
Captain Kiszka, or Jake, as you soon heard him be called, was fascinated with you, even more so than the rest of the crew. He’d spend hours trying to communicate with you, despite the warnings from (who you assumed were) his brothers. Especially the one who shared his face; he seemed especially wary of you.
You weren’t intentionally dangerous, to your defense. It’s just in your nature to go after pirates and sailors, with them being common on the seas and usually causing a ruckus. Again, though, this one was… different. He was still dangerous and proud, as all pirates seemed to be, but he held a certain curiosity and eagerness to learn about the world, not conquer it.
Today was the same as usual, with Jake feeding you and taking notes in his journal about your habits. You’ve grown used to this, having given up on trying to understand his human writing. You may somewhat understand their spoken language, but that didn’t extend to writing.
“Can you eat things other than meat and fish?” Jake asked, tossing another fish into your tank for you to eat. You opened your mouth to show him your teeth, shaking your head. Your teeth were razor sharp, stained pink from years of eating things full of blood and meat. Jake observed your gesture, scribbling furiously in his journal. You had once tried to eat the kelp at the sea floor, curious about it. All it did was make you sick and offer no nutrients to you, so you’ve not tried it again.
“Interesting…” He muttered, tucking the journal away to look at your appearance again. This is also something he does a lot. He’ll simply stare, as if trying to engrave every detail of you into his mind. Part of you was annoyed that he wouldn’t let you go, and that he seemed so obsessed, but the other part of you was glad he seemingly had no interest in selling or killing you.
You finished off the fish, tossing the bones to the bottom of your tank and laid back on the sand that covered the cold glass at the bottom of it. Your tail shimmered in the sunlight that came in from the small porthole windows in Jake’s cabin. He stared at your scales as you eventually drifted off into a short nap.
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Jake had been doing research any chance he got. Sometimes that meant asking the old sailors and other pirates he was friendly with about the tales of merfolk and sirens, other times it meant stealing books from homes and libraries in port towns. One thing that continually showed up was that the scales of a mermaid held magic in it that protected its holder from harm.
In some old stories, it mentioned lovestruck mermaids offering them to sailors they fancied, other times it told of sailors stealing them from the mermaids and wearing them as a trophy. He considered himself better than a common thief, but knew that there’d be no way he’d get a scale willingly from the one he captured and imprisoned.
When talking about the much more aggressive version of mermaids, aka Sirens, there wasn’t much in the way of positives about them. They were said to be bloodthirsty tricksters, using their voice to lure sailors to jump ship into their waters, where they stood no chance against the razor sharp teeth and quick reflexes of the creature. Some say sirens are the spirits of women thrown overboard, causing them to be vengeful to any sailor man they see. Others claim they’re like animals, seeking out their preferred prey, humans.
He thought back to the night he first heard it sing, remembering how close he was to doing just that. Did this creature simply want to eat him? Did it only see him as food, or a threat that needed to be taken out? Jake shook his head. It didn’t matter; it’s not like it could attack him now, being stuck aboard his ship in a tank. He eyed the scales again before turning away and heading out to the deck of the ship.
He couldn’t think about that now, he had a ship to run and a crew to manage.
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You couldn’t figure out what this pirate wanted with you. A trophy? Research? It’s been three months, and he’s not done anything like selling you or try to even harm you. Neither did the few others he let come in to feed you or talk to him as you watched. He’s stopped scribbling in that journal so much, you noticed. Maybe it was full? Or maybe he couldn’t learn anything else about you?
So then why did he keep you around?
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The seas were rough one morning as they sailed from the shores out to the wider parts of the sea. They kept watch, knowing these parts held far more enemies for them; other pirates, the navy, large whales and squid, and who knows what else. If Merfolk were real, who knows what else was real?
Jake was itching for something to happen, having gotten too settled down during the three months they stayed close to the shores. They had waited out some of the rougher months, but the seas still had their fair share of rough days. Today was no exception, rain pouring down and a heavy fog settling over the water. Sam was on lookout above, his eyes much better than anyone else’s.
“Captain! There’s a ship out on the starboard side, about 3 knots away I’d say. It’s flying a red flag, so I, uh, don’t think they’re friendly. Should we ready the canons and guns?” Sam shouted down to Jake, looking concerned. They had a formidable crew, but they still preferred not to fight other pirates if they had to.
Jake made a quick decision. “Ready the canons, raise the flag! If they attack, we attack ten-fold! Ready men?” His voice was loud and proud over the sound of the rain and waves, commanding his crew like he had for years.
Jake grinned as he unsheathed his sword and stood on deck, finally seeing the ship appear from the fog. It’s been too long since he’s had a good fight…
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The sound of fighting soon appeared over the noise of the waves and weather, the booms of the canons and guns alongside the clang of swords and the shouts of both crews. You curled up at the bottom of your tank, frightened of what might happen if the other crew were to find you. You didn’t really care if the one you were on sank; you could get out of the tank rather easily and you’d be home free. But this crew had been nicer to you than most probably would be.
It felt like hours until you heard cheers of success, followed by boots approaching Jake’s cabin. You were sort of relieved it was actually Jake who walked through the door, drenched and spattered with blood, but looking victorious. He held a worn map within his grasp, grinning as he set it on his desk. He tore off his jacket, hanging it over the chair at the desk before stripping his other clothes.
You had to admit, he was handsome for a human. He was soft in some places, and muscled in others. One long scar stretched across his chest, from his shoulder to just below his ribs. You wish you could ask about it, curious of what battle that must have come from. He had a nice amount of body hair, without being too hairy like so many pirates and sailors were. You had seen him use something to trim up the hair on his face, so maybe he did the same for his body? Speaking of his body…
He was strong and sturdy, no doubt about that. But there was some softness to him too. His hips were rounder, along with his chest. Looking lower, his thighs were thick and powerful, and what hung between them seemed the same. You had seen him undress before, but usually in the dim candlelight at night, not midday.
Jake redressed, now wearing dry and (somewhat) cleaner clothes than before. Finally, he sat at his desk, opening the map. He seemed confused after a moment, looking at it from multiple angles. After but a few minutes, he stood and retrieved a book from across the room, setting it down on the desk and flipping through the pages. With each page, Jake looked more and more annoyed, as if he wasn’t finding what he wanted to.
You craned your neck, looking at the map from your tank, and were surprised to recognize the writing on the edge of it as one you could read. It seemed to be written in a language only spoken in Europe, one being forgotten with each day that passes. Despite the distance, you squinted and read the words before tapping on the glass of your tank. Jake whirled around, confused. You never try to communicate with him; it’s always the other way around.
“You… You want to tell me something?” He asks. You nod and gesture over to the map, his eyes following the movement. “The map?”
Slowly, he grabbed it off the desk, eager to be finally having a sort-of conversation with you. You tapped the glass again, asking him to hold it up. He did so, and you finally got a good look at the words. For the first time since you had enchanted him that night months ago, you breached the water of your tank and spoke to him.
“ ‘Near Santa Cruz, nestled amongst its fellow islands, lies a cavern that leads to a treasure beyond any that’s ever been found. Know that if you wish to find this treasure, you must be willing to take the risk of the curse that lies with it. No other has found this treasure and lived to tell of it besides I, Captain Christopher Turpin. May you be luckier than the others who followed my path.’ That’s what it says,” You say, looking over the edge of your tank into his eyes.
“Treasure? A cave out by Santa Cruz? This is all so much to take in… And you can speak my language? I, well, I had assumed you couldn’t since you hadn’t until now,” Jake paced back and forth, so many questions in his mind. “I’ve heard of Captain Turpin. They said he disappeared somewhere in South America with his fortune and retired years ago. If true, he should still be alive, and not too old to answer my questions…”
Jake suddenly pulled out his own map, charting out a course to South America. You tilted your head to the side, watching him curiously. Maybe if you work with this pirate, you could barter your freedom with him… It was worth a try.
Two of my OCs, but they're at a Greta Concert
Can you tell who the Josh fan is and who the Jake fan is?🤭
Andromeda (Andi) has the blue hair and Charlotte (Charlie) is their wife!
Sanguine Osculum
Upon exploring an abandoned manor deep in the woods, you find that truth is sometimes just as strange as fiction.
Vampire!Sam Kiszka x Reader
Warnings: Standard warnings for a vampire fic, along with 18+ themes in future chapters.
You'd heard the stories, of course. Deep in the woods, a desolate manor stood. The family who once called it home, they said, had all fallen victim to some illness, leaving the once bustling estate empty and unkempt.
But those who decided to explore it always spoke of an energy that seemed to exist there, of a presence that resided within the worn-down walls. Believers suggest that the spirits of the four young brothers who had once lived there still wandered the halls, unable to accept that they're no longer alive. Others just say it's a creepy old manor, empty and alone. These claims ignited a fire of curiosity within you, and you were itching to explore the place yourself.
The family, it seemed, had originated from somewhere in Europe, their lineage a long line of nobility and prestige. They were revered, held in high regard, as if royalty. Upon arriving here, however, their once illustrious name faded into obscurity. They vanished from the public eye, retreating into the confines of their manor.
This only added to your intrigue, if you were being honest. What secrets lie waiting in that old manor? Was it really haunted?
You decided one afternoon that you were going to find out for yourself, which is how you ended up stood in front of the dilapidated manor, a large pack on your back and anticipation thrumming under your skin.
The manor, once a symbol of opulence and prosperity, now sat in a state of disrepair and loneliness. Time had not been kind to the large estate, with ivy creeping up the decaying walls, nature reclaiming what was once its own. The windows, many shattered, stared out into the world with hollow eyes, as if yearning for what it once was.
The doors were still functional, with a large, ornate knocker staring back at you. Just for the hell of it, you lifted the heavy iron knocker and let it hit the door once, the noise echoing through the halls.
Nothing seemed to jump out at you, no ghosts, no squatters, no animals, so you assumed the place really was empty. You pushed the heavy door open with your shoulder, grateful you had worn something you didn't mind getting messed up as a loose splinter tore a small rip in your sleeve.
While the outside of the manor was in a rather sad state, the inside was surprisingly intact. It was dusty, sure, and some things here and there seemed damaged, but most of the furniture and knicknacks still sat as if no time had passed.
The foyer, once a grand entrance hall, greeted you with faded elegance. The air hung heavy with the scent of neglect, mingling with the faint aroma of aged wood and mothballs. Rays of sunlight filtered through the cracked and dusty windows, casting a dappled light on the old wooden floors. The faded paintings on the walls, still intact beneath the layers of dust, spoke of a time when this place was alive with laughter and vibrant conversations.
You were glad you had decided to bring your camera with you, eager to get photos of this beautiful place. Even the kitchen was elegant; black and white stone floor, white brick walls, and dark stained wood throughout the room spoke of the wealth of the family who once lived here. You wondered what kind of meals they enjoyed that were prepared here.
Your feet carried you to what seemed to be a ballroom of sorts. A large grand piano sat in a corner, intricate carvings decorating its glossy exterior. You were surprised by the lack of dust on it, as if someone took care of it.
The room itself was vast, adorned with chandeliers that hung precariously from the ceiling, their crystal droplets dulled and tarnished. The walls, once adorned with opulent tapestries and intricate artwork, now displayed faded remnants of their former glory. Gossamer curtains, moth-eaten and tattered, danced with the breeze that seeped through the broken windows, casting eerie shadows on the worn parquet floor.
As you reached the old piano, you felt a shiver up your spine. It felt like there were eyes on you, silently watching from some darkened corner. Looking around the sprawling ballroom revealed nothing, not even a mouse scuttling across the floor. Maybe it was just your imagination, but you couldn't shake that feeling.
And maybe you were just overly superstitious, but you didn't want to risk having a ghost angry at you for touching their stuff without asking.
"I-" You spoke up, stuttering at the way your voice echoed throughout the empty room, "I hope you don't mind if I play your piano. I won't break it, I promise."
And suddenly, you felt the tension in the room disappear, as if whoever was watching you was giving you permission.
You gently sat on the wooden bench, letting your fingers drift to the keys. Playing it, you were surprised to find it was still mostly in-key. You didn't know how to play much on the piano, just some simple melodies, but you enjoyed playing it, nonetheless. To be able to play a piece of history was so exciting to you.
You still felt watched as you played, but the gaze felt more curious now. Once you finished playing, you stood from the piano and glanced around the large room.
"Thanks for letting me play. I'll leave you be now," You say again to the seemingly empty room before heading back to the front room.
The sweeping staircase, its banister worn but still sturdy, beckoned you to explore the upper floors. Each step you took echoed through the empty space, reminding you of the tragedy that took place here. You couldn't help but wonder about the lives that once ascended these steps, the footsteps that once filled the hollow emptiness.
Rooms branched off from the main staircase, some to the left and some to the right. The right seemed to be bedrooms, which you left for later. The first room you came across was a library.
As you stepped into the dimly lit space, you couldn't help but be captivated by the sight before you. The room was lined from floor to ceiling with towering bookshelves, their wooden frames weathered by time. The shelves were filled with rows upon rows of books, their spines bearing the weight of forgotten stories and hidden knowledge.
Sunlight filtered through the dust-laden windows, casting an ethereal glow that danced upon the countless volumes. Each ray seemed to breathe life into the forgotten tales, giving them a chance to whisper their secrets once more. You could almost imagine the whispers of the authors, their words suspended in the air, waiting for someone to pick them up.
You ran your fingers along the books as you made your way deeper into the room, marveling at the fragility of their spines and the delicate scent of aged parchment that filled the air. The room was silent, save for the faint rustling of pages as the wind tiptoed through the cracks in the windows.
As you reached the center of the library, your eyes were drawn to an ornate desk, tucked away in a corner. The desk stood proud, its surface adorned with intricate carvings of flowers and vines. You felt watched once more, but this gaze was different. It was wary, but more gentle.
Speaking eased the tension last time, so you decided to do so again.
"Hello... I'm just here to look around. I won't take any of the books."
And again, the air felt calmer. You were certain there was a presence here, but it didn't seem angry or violent. Just... watchful. Careful of it's possessions.
You read some of the papers that sat on the desk. They seemed to be poems, or maybe songs, your eyes trailing along the faded ink. You didn't stay in the library very long, the dust making your throat tickle. You thanked the unseen presence again before moving on.
The room next door was a music room of some sort. Various instruments lay around the room, though two caught your interest: a beautiful violin and a very old guitar. At this point, you weren't surprised when you felt watched again, though this time, you felt a bit of annoyance seep into the room. You decided it would be best to leave the instruments alone; whatever was watching you seemed protective of them.
"I won't touch your things, I promise."
The tension cooled slightly, but you could still tell that you weren't wanted in here.
"Sorry if I'm intruding... I'll take my leave now."
You quickly exited the music room, letting out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. You decided to leave that room be for now; whatever was in there didn't want you in there with it.
The last room on the left side was a sitting room, bathed in the faint light of the slowly setting sun. As you stepped inside, your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. The air hung heavy with the scent of aged wood and lingering spirits.
An ornate bar, its polished surface covered by empty liquor bottles, commanded attention, taking up a large portion of the room. Crystal decanters, now empty and collecting dust, stood alongside tarnished glasses.
On the other end of the room, nestled beneath the glow of an antique chandelier, sat a cluster of chairs. Their faded upholstery now bore the marks of time, their frayed edges and worn cushions a result of the passage of years. A pool table, its green baize cloth marked with faint traces of chalk, stood nearby, its wooden frame showing signs of wear and tear.
You set your bag down and sank into one of the large chairs, the worn leather creaking softly beneath your weight. It was then that you felt it—an inexplicable shift in the atmosphere, as if the room had come alive with an unseen presence. The air crackled with a tangible energy, and a shiver danced its way down your spine.
The feeling of being watched returned, but this time, it was different. It was no longer a mere gaze, but a physical presence that settled in the room with you. You could almost feel the wamth of another person, almost feel the subtle disturbance of the air as they moved.
And then, in the periphery of your vision, you saw it. There was a flicker of movement, a shadow cast against the wall. Your breath caught in your throat as you turned your head, eyes narrowing in an attempt to make sense of the mysterious figure that now stood before you.
You could see dark curly hair and a white ruffled shirt, like the ones you'd see in those period dramas. Curious, dark eyes stared back at you as you stood on shaking legs, unsure of what you were looking at. The figure stepped closer, and you could finally see the rest of his features.
He was handsome, and reminded you of the old Greek statues you'd seen at the art museum once. There was something off about him, though, and his movements were too quiet for your liking.
It took a minute to find your voice, and it trembled once you did.
"H-Hello... I'm sorry for intruding..."
The young man looked you up and down, raising an eyebrow before finally speaking.
"You should leave. Your kind shouldn't be here. It's not safe."
His voice was low and rough, but there was a softer tone to the second half, as if he were genuinely concerned for you.
"U-um... okay..."
You glanced at the door, slowly walking to it and keeping your distance from the man.
"Can I ask if you're-"
"You really should take your leave. It's not wise to be here right now," he repeated.
You decided to take heed of his warning, slipping out of the room and back into the hallway. The air felt different than before, as if the manor itself was watching you. You quickly headed back down the staircase and out the front door, your heart thumping out of your chest.
Honestly you hadn't even realized it was so late, too enveloped in exploring. Reaching for your cell phone, you came back empty handed.
Shit. You left your bag upstairs.
You couldn't just leave it behind; you didn't have that kind of money. And your camera was in it too, and you definitely didn't want to lose that.
So, with a deep breath, you re-entered the manor. Climbing the stairs, you felt like you were making a mistake, but you continued on. You had to.
As you reached the landing, you could see the door leading to the sitting room standing ajar, a sliver of light peeking through the crack. Your heart pounded in your chest, the sound reverberating in your ears as you approached cautiously, one hesitant step at a time.
Pushing the door open, you entered the room once again, your eyes instantly drawn to the spot where you had left your bag. It lay there, innocently perched upon the worn chair, waiting patiently for your return.
With a sigh of relief, you hurriedly retrieved your bag, pulling it over your shoulders before turning around and running directly into the young man from before.
"Why are you still here?" He asked, worry in his tone.
"I- um, forgot my things..." You replied, shocked that he wasn't a ghost like you first though. His body was physical, clearly, as you had run into him. His skin was cooler than your own, but not wildly so.
"Leave now. Please," He gently pushed you out of the room, and his tone worried you.
In your rush to head down the stairs, however, you slipped. You felt the ground approaching your face, and closed your eyes as you braced yourself for impact. But it never came. Instead, you felt gentle arms around you, and a new voice spoke quietly into your ear.
"Easy, Darling..."
You opened your eyes and looked up, your eyes meeting honey brown ones. This was a different young man, his short brown hair slicked back, showing off his soft features and slight stubble. He wore an off white ruffled shirt with a fancy jacket over it, his dainty features giving him a charming look overall.
"You should be more careful, Darling. You could've gotten hurt."
He had a boyish tone to his voice and didn't look like he was much different in age to yourself, though you could've been wrong. His hands were a bit clammy, but you ignored it as he helped you to the front door.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"It's quite alright, Darling," He cut you off, before smiling softly, "Now, I must ask you to head back home. You shouldn't linger around strange places so late..."
You swallowed and nodded, not missing the way he looked you up and down, his gaze landing back on your face.
"As lovely as it was to meet you and listen to you play, Darling, I must ask that you not return. It's simply for your own safety. Oh, and don't tell anyone you saw us. We don't like visitors..."
You nodded again. You certainly wouldn't be telling anyone about this. It's not like they'd believe you.
The young man smiled again, giving you a slight bow.
"Have a lovely night, Darling," He whispered, closing the door once more.
As you drove home that night, only one thought filled your head.
You had to go back to that place.
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The manor seemed just as empty as before when you decided to return, just days later. The overgrown ivy still twisted around the stone walls, casting eerie shadows in the fading light of dusk. The looming structure stood as a silent sentinel, guarding its secrets within. The heavy oak door beckoned you forward, its intricate carvings a stark contrast to the peeling paint and weathered facade. You wondered for a moment if you imagined the strange people who you had met the last time.
You were tempted to raise the heavy knocker once again, but you knew deep down that you would get no response. The manor still seemed abandoned, frozen in time, a relic of a bygone era. Yet, faintly, you could hear what sounded like music drifting through the air, carried on a haunting melody.
Intrigued and unable to resist the allure of the sound, you stepped into the manor once more. The music was drawing you deeper into its depths, the soft creaking of floorboards beneath your feet adding to the somber ambiance that surrounded you.
After a minute of wandering the lower halls, you finally reached the grand ballroom. The doors stood ajar, revealing a scene straight out of a dream— or perhaps out of a period drama.
In the corner of the room, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, a figure sat at the grand piano. His fingers danced across the keys with effortless grace, conjuring a haunting melody that seemed to reach the very core of your being.
Stepping closer, you recognized him as the young man from before, the one who caught you on the stairs. You couldn't see much of his face from where you stood, but managed to see that his eyes were closed and he seemed to move with the music. His brow would furrow and relax with the highs and lows of the melody, and his mouth hung slightly open, quiet mumbles spilling out unconsciously.
The scene before you was captivating, almost surreal in its beauty and mystery. The candlelight cast dancing shadows across the room, adding an ethereal quality to the young man's performance. The melody he played seemed to echo through the vast ballroom, filling the space with a sense of melancholy and longing.
As you watched him, you couldn't help but be drawn in by his music. Each note was played with such emotion and skill, his fingers gliding effortlessly across the keys. It was as though the piano was an extension of his own body, each chord and harmony a reflection of himself.
His body swayed with the music, his movements fluid and graceful. You could sense the passion and dedication he poured into his playing, his entire being consumed by the haunting melody that filled the room. It was a performance unlike any other, and one you knew he expected no one to see.
As the music reached a crescendo, his eyes fluttered open, revealing depths of honey brown that seemed to hold a thousand thoughts at once. But then, he played a sour note, his body going stiff as he slowly turned to make eye contact with you.
"What are you doing here...?" He asked, his voice laced with confusion, "I thought I asked you not to come back."
He stood quickly, his movements as graceful as a dancer.
"I'm sorry... I just- I had to... I needed to make sure what I saw last time was real..." You tried to explain, stumbling over your words as he approached.
"As much as I'd love to keep your company, darling, you can't be here," He whispered, using that name again. The one that only made you want to stay here longer. He stopped a few feet away from you and stood so still you couldn't even see him breathe. It was as if he was afraid to come closer, or even breathe the same air as you.
"Why is it so dangerous to be here?" You asked, taking a step forward, "That's what the other boy said too, the one with the curly black hair."
The young man tilted his head to the side, "Curly black hair... you met Daniel?" His confusion turned to concern, "You didn't happen to meet anyone else, did you?"
You shook your head.
He reached out, as if to turn you towards the door, "Then you still have a chance to leave. I'd do so before either of them know you're snooping around here again-"
"Sam?"
Another man's voice echoed down from the top of the stairs, and the brown haired boy, Sam apparently, stiffened.
"Damnit..." He muttered, grabbing your arm and leading you to a closet, "Stay in here and do not make a sound. Just trust me."
With that, he pushed you in and shut the door, leaving you in the dark, dusty storage closet. You pressed your ear against the door, straining to catch any sound from outside.
The muffled voices of Sam and the newcomer drifted through the wooden barrier, "Sam? Who's down here with you?" This voice was lower and had a slight rasp to it compared to Sam's more boyish tone.
"There's no one here, Jake. It's just me."
The other man, Jake, seemed to be unsure of that answer, his footsteps coming every so slightly closer.
"I can smell that someone else was here, Sam. You know that no one can-"
"Jake, it's probably just from the person who was here the other day. They were messing with my piano, so it probably still has their scent," Sam explained, though you didn't understand what he meant. You didn't stink, did you? You sniffed yourself but could only smell the dust and mildew in the closet. It tickled your nose, and you did all you could to hold in the sneeze threatening to come out.
"Maybe... I just don't like it when people come snooping around. If any of them find out, they'll be here with pitchforks and torches by nightfall."
Unfortunately, you could only hold in the sneeze for so long.
"Achoo! ... shit..."
The sound echoed through the dark, dusty closet, interrupting the stillness that had enveloped the space. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized your cover had been blown. The muffled voices of Sam and Jake abruptly halted, replaced by a heavy silence that seemed to last forever despite it only being a few moments.
The closet door was suddenly flung open as you locked eyes with who you assumed was Jake. His brown hair fell effortlessly to his shoulders, and there was an undeniable elegance about him, an air of regality that seemed to set him apart from the others. His outfit was different too; a red vest and jacket that showed off much of his chest and the necklaces that lay there, paired with red suit pants and white pointed dress shoes
But it was his eyes that captivated you the most. Like Sam's, they were a piercing amber-brown, but there was something about the way Jake looked at you that made you shiver. It was as if he was looking through you instead of at you. It was both unsettling and electrifying.
His lips curled into a snarl, revealing unusually sharp teeth that glinted in the sparse illumination, adding to his menacing demeanor. Without a word, he grabbed the front of your shirt, his grip firm and unyielding as he backed you against the wall.
With his face mere inches from yours, you could see every detail of his nearly perfect skin. His gaze bore into you, as if searching for answers you were not even sure you had. The intensity in his eyes was like a storm brewing, ready to unleash its fury at any moment.
"Who the hell are you, and why are you here?" His voice was low and dangerous, each word dripping with anger. The weight of his question pressed down on you, demanding a response that you struggled to form.
You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by the sound of your own fearful breaths. In that moment, you felt like a mouse caught in the gaze of a cat, helpless and exposed.
The seconds stretched on, each heartbeat echoing in your ears like a drumbeat of impending danger. The dim light cast shadows across Jake's face, accentuating the sharp angles and the intensity of his gaze. It was as if time itself had slowed down, trapping you in this moment of uncertainty and fear.
But just as you thought you might crumble under the weight of his scrutiny, Sam spoke up, placing a hand on Jake's arm, "Let them go, Jake. I promise they're not a threat to us."
Jake's grip on your shirt loosened slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on you, "You know their kind and our kind aren't exactly friends, right, Sam? What's stopping them from ratting us out the second they leave?"
Ratting them out about what? For being weirdos living in some old manor in the woods?
"I- I won't say anything! I swear on my life!" You manage to blurt out, the words tumbling out of you in a desperate plea.
Sam butted in again, "Jake, please. It's the one chance we have to see what people are up to now. Please?" He sounded like a child begging their parent to let them keep a new pet.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jake released his hold on you, stepping back with a wary look in his eyes, "Fine. But if you say one word to anyone, I'll gut you."
Jake turned on his heel and stormed off, his coat billowing behind him. His footsteps echoed through the empty hallway, fading into the distance like a distant thunderstorm. Alone with Sam now, you turned to face him, taking in the subtle downturn of his shoulders and the crease of worry etched into his brow.
"I apologize about him. He doesn't trust people very much anymore..." Sam's voice was apologetic and worried, "He'll eventually get over it. Just, ah, please don't tell anyone about us?"
You sighed in annoyance, still confused about all this, "Tell anyone what?? I still have no idea what or who you guys are!"
It was Sam's turn to seem confused.
"You... you don't? I assumed you had returned because you figured it out..." Sam trailed off, suddenly looking a bit embarrassed, his brows knitting together in a perplexed expression.
"Oh. Well... hmm..." Sam's voice trailed off, suddenly less sure sounding than before.
"Well?" you prompted.
Sam took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of whatever knowledge he carried. He took a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I, um... my brothers and I... we're not human. Not anymore, at least..." Sam's voice wavered, the confession weighing down his every syllable.
You stared at him, searching his face for any sign of deceit, but all you found was raw vulnerability.
"You're... not human?" The words felt foreign on your tongue, a question you'd never thought you'd say.
Sam nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving yours, "We're something else now. Something different..." His features were drawn with worry, his eyes pleading for understanding, "I know this is a lot to take in, but please... we mean no harm. We're just trying to survive, to exist in a world that isn't made for us."
Not human.
The words echoed in your thoughts as questions fought for attention in your mind, demanding answers that seemed to slip through your grasp like water through a sieve. Not human. Then what was he?
You could touch them, so probably not ghosts; they weren't rotting in front of you, so not zombies, a voice in your mind reasoned, trying to make sense of the impossible truth standing before you.
You looked at Sam, truly looked at him, and actually took in his features. His smooth, perfect skin that accentuated the sharp angles of his face, his amber eyes that leaned a little more red than brown, and his too-sharp teeth, elongated and pointed, glistening slightly under the light filtering through the dusty windows.
Oh.
It all made sense.
The pieces of the puzzle fell into place with a resounding click, and suddenly, the world around you seemed to shift. Sam stood before you, a creature of the night, a being that belonged to the shadows.
"You... You're a vampire??" You ask in a hushed tone, a part of you still not believing it.
Sam nodded slowly, his features softened by a hint of sadness, "Yes, I am. And so are my brothers. We... we never wanted this life, but it chose us nonetheless." His voice was a whisper, full of longing for a world long gone.
"Do you... feed on people?" You ask, stepping back.
"No! None of us do. We can stay satiated enough with the wildlife in the surrounding forest," Sam assured you, taking a step to keep the same distance between you both, "Trust me, I don't like it either. I didnt like eating animals even before becoming this. But I can assure you that none of us will hurt you."
You cast a glance to the doorway where Jake had just stormed off, "What about him?"
"Jake's just highly overprotective of us. Most people tend to run screaming when they discover they're standing in a house full of vampires."
You stayed still for a moment, considering your options. You could run away like others apparently had, and try to forget this place and it's otherworldly inhabitants. But there was something in Sam's demeanor, a certain earnestness in his voice, that made you want to stay.
"You promise none of you will hurt me?" You ask, watching as Sam's face perks up at your words.
"I promise. I swear on my eternal life," Sam grinned, placing a hand over his heart. His teeth glinted in the light, but strangely, you weren't scared of him.
"Alright then. I'll trust you... Sam, was it?" You say, relaxing slightly.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I never introduced myself, did I? My name is Samuel Francis Kiszka, and it's a pleasure to meet you, darling," Sam bowed dramatically, peeking up at you after a moment with another grin, "But you may call me Sam."
You told Sam your own name, chuckling when he decided to keep referring to you as "darling" instead.
"Now, I'd love to give you the grand tour, if you'd like?"
You, of course, agreed.
As Sam led you through the dimly lit corridors of the mansion, you couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur of the place. You followed Sam's tall figure, his movements graceful yet purposeful, as he showed you around the rooms you had only briefly passed through before.
The ballroom, with its ornate chandeliers and marble floors, stood as a reminder a bygone era. Sam spoke of the nights when music and laughter filled the room, when guests twirled in elegant gowns and tailored suits. His voice echoed in the vast space, recounting tales of extravagant parties and lavish gatherings that once graced the halls.
Next, he guided you to the kitchen, where the scent of spices and herbs still lingered in the air, even under all the dust. The massive hearth, now cold and dark, had once been the heart of the bustling room. Sam pointed out the intricately carved cabinets and shelves, explaining how the pantry used to aways be stocked with supplies from the nearby village, ensuring that those living in the manor at that time never went hungry.
Moving on, you entered the dining room, its long table still set with fine china and silverware. The high-backed chairs stood empty, a stark reminder of the absence of guests. Sam's voice softened as he described the family meals shared around the table, the laughter and arguments that had once filled the room now reduced to nothing but memories in his mind.
The last major room you were shown on the lower floor was the main sitting room. Though also covered in a layer of dust and it's windows cracked and curtains torn, it still seemed grand. The large couches were made of fine velvet and leather, clearly expensive in their time and still worth a hefty sum today. The large fireplace, all of its bricks imported from Europe according to Sam, used go heat nearly the whole house.
"Though, we don't really have a need to keep cool or warm anymore. In fact, we seem to run colder than ever before," Sam explained, "We can feel warmth but it doesn't do much, Sam continued, his voice carrying a hint of wistfulness. As he spoke, you noticed a flicker of something in his eyes, a distant longing for sensations that he could no longer fully experience.
The warmth of a crackling fire, the gentle touch of sunlight on his skin – all of no use to him in the eternity of his existence. Maybe all the romance novels had made you forget how lonely the life of an immortal must be.
"But enough about me," Sam turned to head out of the sitting room, gesturing to the large staircase, "I think you should formally meet my brothers."
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CHAPTER 2:
Roving Blade
Pirate Captain!Jake X Siren!Reader
Warnings: Slight violence, minor swearing, the usual piratey nonsense, more tags will be added for later chapters
Captain Jacob Kiszka stood at the helm of his ship, The Mirador, the salty breeze tousling his long brown hair as he gazed out over the vast expanse of the shimmering sea. His amber eyes, usually sharp and focused, softened as he watched the sun dipping below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the restless waves.
The crew of the ship, a formidable bunch that Jake personally handpicked to travel with him, moved about with purpose. He gave quick glances to the three most important members of his crew.
There was Daniel Wagner, his best friend and honorary brother. Danny moved with practiced ease as he checked the cannons and gear over once more, his dark, curly hair catching the last rays of sunlight like a halo.
Then there was Samuel Kiszka, the youngest of the Kiszka brothers. His long brown hair trailing behind him in the wind and a smile playing on his lips as he effortlessly climbed up the intricate rigging of the ship to check the sails.
Most important to Jake, there was Josh, Jake's twin and his right-hand man. No one besides Sam and Danny knew much about them. One day, two teenagers just appeared with a ship, their kid brother, and another young boy who they dubbed their honorary brother, wreaking havoc on the seas.
Captain Jake was well known for his conquests, his reputation as a fearless and cunning pirate preceeding him. Tales of his daring escapades and his uncanny ability to outwit even the most formidable foes made their way through the taverns of every port town they passed through.
But amidst the whispers of his legendary exploits, there was a softer side to Jake that few were privy to. It was a deep longing within his soul that even the most precious treasures of the world could not quell.
He had everything he could ever want, except the one thing money couldn't buy.
It was that same longing that brought him to stand alone on the deck most nights while his crew slumbered below.
The night enveloped the ship like a velvet cloak, the only illumination coming from the moon's silvery glow dancing on the restless waves. He had a bottle of whiskey in one hand, the other keeping him upright as he leaned against the railing, looking out over the dark waters.
Feeling rather melancholic, he softly sang into the vast expanse of the ocean, letting the melody carry his emotions out into the night air, "I dreamed a dream, the other night... Lowlands, lowlands away me John... My love she came, dressed all in white..."
It wasn't often he sang, even when the crew would break into various shanties during the day. He'd let them have their fun, only joining in for a line or two. But when it was just him, the sea, and a bottle of booze, he let himself relax fully.
"I dreamed my love came in my sleep... Lowlands, lowlands away me John... Her cheeks were wet, her eyes did weep... Lowlands away..."
Far below where Jake stood, something stirred, roused awake by his singing. They swam up from the depths, and a ripple broke the surface of the water as they peeked above with a curious tilt to their head.
Their wide eyes held a mix of wonder and wariness as they regarded the figure of the pirate standing on the deck above. They couldn't help but sing along with Jake, completing the melody.
Their voice was like liquid silver, weaving through the night air with a hypnotic quality. The soft, melodic tones wrapped around Jake like a gentle embrace, harmonizing in a way that felt almost otherworldly.
Jake turned, drawn by a sensation he couldn't quite explain, to see the source of the enchanting hum. He felt almost sleepy as he took a step forward, then another, before climbing up on the railing, desperate to get to the source of the voice.
"Jake!"
Before Jake could tumble over the ledge, he was yanked back on deck by his twin, Josh. The sudden jolt of being pulled back from the edge of the ship brought Jake back to his senses, his heart pounding in his chest as he stumbled backward.
Josh's grip on Jake's arm was firm, his expression a mixture of concern and exasperation. "What the hell are you doing, Jake? Are you trying to take a dive into the ocean in the dead of night?"
Shaken from the trance-like state that the mesmerizing voice had cast upon him, Jake blinked rapidly, his mind struggling to catch up with the abrupt return to reality, "I... I heard something, Josh. A voice, singing. It was... enchanting," he stammered.
Josh arched an eyebrow, casting a wary glance over the empty, dark waters that surrounded the ship. "Enchanting, you say? Are you sure that bottle of whiskey hasn't played tricks on your ears, brother?" His tone was laced with slight amusement, though beneath it lay heavy concern for his twin's well-being.
"I'm telling you, Josh, I know I heard something," Jake repeated. His amber eyes searched the darkness beyond the ship, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of the source of the ethereal voice that had captivated him moments ago.
Josh knew Jake to be a man with an open mind, but the notion of a mystical encounter with a creature of legend seemed too fantastical even for Jake's vivid imagination. Yet, the intensity in Jake's gaze concerned Josh.
"Jake, you've been drinking too long. Your mind is playing tricks on you," Josh remarked, "We should get you to bed."
Jake didn't oppose him this time, choosing to let Josh lead him back to his quarters. Despite Josh's attempts to reassure him that it was just the alcohol playing tricks on his senses, Jake couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to that voice that had reached out to him in the night.
He knew something was out there, and he knew he would find it.
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The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the small porthole in Jake's cabin, casting a warm golden glow over the rumpled sheets of his bed. As he slowly stirred from his slumber, a dull ache reverberated through his skull. With a groan, he raised a hand to his temple, trying to ease the throbbing sensation.
Blinking his eyes open, Jake's gaze fell upon the scene before him. He was still mostly dressed, the fabric rumpled from a restless night's sleep. A heavy sense of unease settled in his chest as he took in the sight of the empty whiskey bottle lying on its side, its contents drained to the last drop.
With a determined shake of his head, Jake pushed himself up from the bed, his bare feet meeting the cool wooden floorboards of his cabin. He pulled his boots back on, lazily fixing his clothes and running his fingers through his hair to untangle any knots.
As he made his way above deck, the salty tang of the sea air greeted him, mingling with the crisp morning breeze that tousled his long brown locks. His crew was already up and about, milling about purposefully as they prepared to get moving once more.
"Captain! How are you this morning?" Josh jogged up to Jake, lowering his voice once he was close enough, "You all good after last night, Jake? Ya had me a bit worried with all your talk of "enchanting voices" calling you out to sea."
"Don't worry, Josh, I'm fine," Jake replied, giving him a reassuring grin.
Josh nodded, though unconvinced. Still, he didn't press the issue further; once they were out of these waters, they'd be far enough away from whatever had caused Jake to nearly go overboard.
The sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a brilliant shine over the endless expanse of the sea. The ship cut through the waves with a rhythmic cadence, the creaking of the timbers, and the flapping of sails providing a backdrop to the bustling activity of the crew.
As the day wore on, Jake found himself drawn back to the railing, the memory of the voice from the night before lingering in his mind like a half-remembered dream. He scanned the horizon, his gaze searching for any sign of the mysterious singer who had captivated him.
But the vast ocean offered no clues, no hints as to the identity of the voice that had reached out to him in the darkness. Disheartened yet determined, Jake turned his attention to his duties as a captain, barking orders and overseeing the crew as they worked tirelessly to navigate the ship through the unpredictable waters.
It took them only a day to land in the next port town. It was little more than a speck on the map, and the locals were (rightfully) unsure how much they liked the presence of Jake and his crew. But once Jake provided them with a hefty pouch of coins in return for their stay, they seemed to relax around the visitors.
While the rest of his crew made the most of their short time on land, Jake stayed by the beach, lost in thought. He didn't hear someone approach from behind him until a hand landed upon his shoulder.
Startled at the unexpected touch, Jake jumped, whipping around with his hand on the hilt of his sword. He relaxed once he realized it was only Danny.
"Sorry, Jake, didn't mean to scare 'ya there," Danny chuckled, raising his hands in surrender, "I just came to see if you were alright. Josh was tellin' us that you had quite the experience last night."
"I already told him I was fine. Nothin' I can't handle," Jake scoffed, "I just drank a bit too much is all."
The sun hung low on the horizon now, casting a warm golden hue over the sandy shores. Seagulls wheeled overhead, their raucous cries mingling with the distant sounds of the bustling port town.
"I know you, Jake. You don't really think that," Danny's voice cut through the other sounds, matter-of-factly challenging Jake's earlier dismissal.
Jake's amber brown eyes flickered with frustration as he turned to face Danny, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his expression, "No, I don't. I know I heard something out there, and as much as I want to believe it was anything else, a part of me knows what it was."
In all honesty, Jake knew what it was from the moment he was pulled back from nearly jumping overboard.
Sirens, mermaids, water nymphs – the names swirled like a tempest in his thoughts, each one carrying with it a weight of ancient legends and cautionary tales.
He knew the stories, the warnings whispered by seasoned sailors and woven into the very fabric of maritime lore. The enchanting melodies that lured unsuspecting souls to their watery graves, the haunting beauty that masked a deadly intent. The descriptions varied, but the outcome was always the same – a fate sealed by the irresistible call of the sea.
Danny's voice carried a note of urgency, a sailor's instinct honed by years spent navigating treacherous waters, "If we're on the same page, then I reckon we should probably leave these waters sooner rather than later. The longer we stay, the more likely we'll lose someone-"
Jake, his jaw set in a firm line, cut him off before he could finish, "No. I'm not running away with my tail between my legs like a scared mutt."
"But Jake-"
"If you all want to stay ashore, then go ahead. I'll go on my own if I have to."
Realizing he was getting nowhere with this, Danny sighed and stood up, "I'm with you if this is something you need to do, Jake. I trust you." And with that, he turned and headed back up towards the town, presumably to tell the others what Jake had decided.
Call it bravery, call it greed, Jake didn't care. If it really was a creature of myth that tried to call him to the sea, he had to see it for himself.
Upon returning to his crew, Jake said only one thing.
"Lads, it's time to go fishing."
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Jake knew it wouldn't be easy to catch a Siren; as far as he knew, it's never been done. The moon hung low in the sky, its silvery light dancing on the gentle waves that lapped against the sides of the ship.
The air was heavy with anticipation, a palpable energy that crackled in the salty breeze. Jake stood at the helm, his eyes fixed ahead and his heart pounding with excitement. The familiar weight of his sword at his side was a gounding presence, a reminder of the danger he was putting himself and the rest of his crew in.
The crew worked swiftly and silently, their movements guided by the rhythm of the ocean. The sails billowed overhead, and lanterns cast a warm glow on the deck, creating long shadows that danced with the gentle sway of the ship.
As they sailed further into the darkness, the stars above seemed to multiply, sprinkling the sky like scattered diamonds. The night was alive with the symphony of the sea – the creaking of the ship, the soft lapping of the waves, the distant cries of seabirds.
He had told them all his plan to catch this mystical creature earlier in the day.
First, they would head out to the approximate location they had been at the first time Jake heard the singing. Once there, the rest of the crew would turn out the lights and stay silent while Jake lured it out. And finally, if that worked, they had just the thing to capture it.
Months before, Danny and Sam had come to Jake with an idea of theirs - a smaller sized cannon that could launch a net much farther than the crew could throw it. At first, Jake had dismissed the idea as nothing more than a fanciful whim, a contraption that seemed more suited for a circus act than a pirate ship.
But now, he found himself reconsidering their proposal. After employing the help of a blacksmith in town and testing it out many times, their net contraption was ready for use.
When they dropped anchor, the ship rocking gently against the current was the only sound breaking the silence of the night. Jake stood at the edge of the deck, rough rope tied securely around his waist, a lifeline in case the plan went awry. Josh had insisted upon everyone being tethered down, unwilling to go through with the plan without it.
The rest of the crew got into position, staying silent and hidden so as not to alert their target of any danger. Sam and Danny waited for the perfect moment to launch the net, while Josh kneeled beside the rope keeping his twin tethered to the ship, just in case anything went wrong.
With everything ready and in place, Jake began to hum a tune, hoping it would draw the siren, or whatever it was, to him once more.
An hour passed with no sign of any response, and Jake began to grow doubtful of his plan working. The night seemed to stretch on endlessly, the only sounds the gentle lapping of the waves against the hull, the creaking of the ship as it swayed with the current, and the occasional distant cry of a seabird
The moon hung like a silver coin in the sky, casting a ghostly light over the dark waters. Jake stood at the edge of the ship, his heart heavy with uncertainty. His amber brown eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of movement, any glimmer in the darkness that would signify the presence of the elusive creature he sought.
The crew, hidden in the shadows, watched with bated breath, their anticipation palpable in the still night air. Danny's brow furrowed, his trust in the plan wavering as the minutes passed. Sam shifted from one foot to the other, anxiously tapping his fingers against his thigh as he waited. Josh remained close to the tether, his hands gripping the rope tightly as he kept a vigilant watch over his twin brother.
As the minutes ticked by, doubts crept into Jake's mind. What if there was nothing here? What if this was all a wild goose chase, brought on by wild maritime tales? Had he really been so foolish?
Just as he was about to call it all off, a soft melody began to weave through the stillness of the night.
"My heart is pierced by cupid, I disdain all glittering gold... There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold..."
A dim light could be seen just a few meters from the side of the ship, ripples disturbing the water as something poked its head above the waves. And this time, Jake kept his eyes on it.
Even in the dim moonlight, he could see the way the its skin seemed to have an unearthy shimmer to it, like the surface of a pearl. Wide, large eyes stared back at him, and he yearned to get just a little closer to them.
"His hair it hangs in dark waves, his eyes like amber coals... my happiness is with him, wherever he may go..."
Just as Jake leaned closer, half his body over the railing, Josh held the rope tight and shouted, "Now!"
The command pierced through the night like a cannon blast, igniting a flurry of movement on the deck. Sam and Danny sprang into action, their trained muscles working in perfect synchrony as they released the tension on the contraption. The makeshift cannon roared to life, propelling the net with incredible force towards the shimmering figure in the water.
There was no time for them to dive back below the waves. The net soared through the air, a tangled mass of ropes and weights hurtling towards the mysterious creature that had entranced Jake with its haunting melody. The impact was like a thunderclap in the silent night, the net enveloping the creature in a cacophony of splashes and thrashes. The water frothed and churned as the siren fought against its restraints, desperate cries echoing across the dark expanse of the sea.
Jake, his heart pounding in his chest, felt a surge of adrenaline as he regained his awareness. His eyes blazed with determination as he took control of the situation, his voice cutting through the chaos with authority, "Pull, boys! Bring it up on deck!"
It was clear that after only a few minutes, their target was tired out, the thrashing and fighting much weaker than before. With one last pull, they were dragged from the water and up to the deck of the ship.
They were more beautiful than Jake ever expected. Those wide eyes seemed to look through Jake, as if seeing something in him that he could not. The iridescent sheen of their skin was mesmerizing, akin to the lustrous glow of a priceless pearl. The scales adorning their tail shimmered in the moonlight, each scale glinting like a precious stone.
Jake kneeled down, tilting his head to the side as he stared deep into the eyes of something he'd never seen before. It blinked once, and then...
You blinked again, staring into the deep amber eyes of Captain Jacob Kiszka.
Chapter 2:
Captain Jake Kiszka, the most feared pirate on the seas.
When the luxury passenger ship you were on wrecked and pirates came to scavenge it, you thought you would be left for dead, or worse.
Instead, Captain Jake Kiszka himself took you aboard his ship, rescuing you from what would've been a watery grave.
"Well, Darling, what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't rescue a pretty thing like you?"
Whatever you do, don't think about the fact that their love language is physical touch.
it’s always “ily” and never “tssbfaaytwtilwctmehktsftf” ugh
listen, i don’t know how to make this post any clearer but the men of greta van fleet were written by women. ✨✨✨✨
JUST WOKE UP I WAS GONNA WATCH GOOD MYTHICAL MORNING THEN BOOM MIRADOR INTERVIEW
THIS WAS SO GOOD AND FOR WHAT
Soul Stealer
Pirate Jake Kiszka x Reader (f)
CW: Portrayals of fear, mentions of blood, murder and dying, heartbreak, grief. SMUT: oral (f) receiving, fingering, loss of virginity/first time, penetrative sex, kissing, brief mentions of pain and nervousness (handled really well), nipple play, a little bit of biting and teasing and lots and lots of talking you through it, oh and of course soul stealing.
Summary: When The Dread Pirate Jacob appeared on the dock of your town for the first time in 300 years, searching for something he couldn't have, he found you and gave you something else instead.
Word Count: 9.7k
Legend has it that the Dread Pirate Jacob died nearly 300 years ago. His ship had been attacked- hull shredded to pieces by bombs and cannon fire, and Jacob Thomas drowned. His cold corpse sank to the depths of the ocean floor, but when it hit the bottom, it passed right through. His body descended to the Underworld, yet as soon as he entered that fiery land of death, he was lifted out by the souls of all the men he ever killed. Even the land of the devil hadn’t wanted the evil that he seemed to draw with his fingertips. While they were pushing him out however, he managed to grab one. That first soul he stole kept him barely alive- just long enough to commandeer a nearby ship. It went like this: a hand emerged from the water, grabbing onto the rigging of the ship. The man hoisted himself up by the single arm, the other clutching his sword with such malice, his whole body shook with it. His devoted blade, bound to him by his father and his father before him, christened- The Beloved, slashed through the chests of the entire crew. Grasping at the threads of his own existence, held on by a weak and dying soul, he sailed that ship from town to town, in search for more. Those borrowed souls bought him time. Although stolen would be a better descriptor, save for the girls who gave theirs to him, willingly.
Some claim that there never was a Jacob Thomas Kiszka. Others swear that they’ve seen his ship far off on the horizon, searching for souls. They say you can feel the ice cold wind when he passes, smell the stench of death, hear its scream and cry. And there is disagreement, of course, among those who do believe in the great legend. Some think he was brought back from the dead, stealing souls to satiate the hollow of his chest- soul stolen by the devil himself. Others think he is dead. Merely a ghost of the infamous pirate.
You were never so sure about the tale, despite the innumerable storytellings- wide-eyed late nights cozied in bed, your mother swearing on it.
Now you know firsthand.
There was nothing ghostly about the man who appeared on the dock that fateful day. He did not look dead, nor 300 years old. In fact, he seemed to be only a few years your senior. The age he held was in his eyes. There were flashes of stories. The blackest of storms, the reddest blood of all the men he lost.
The townspeople had fled the port on that overcast day, locking themselves up in their homes when he arrived with his crew. You hadn’t. His boots clicked calmly along the wood, drawing closer. People screamed and fainted all around you. Your feet were firmly planted on the ground. His eyes were on you.
It wasn’t fear that you felt, but devotion. The haze that clouded your mind when his eyes took a peak at your soul was the greatest feeling you had ever felt. Like a thousand ocean breezes gracing your skin while you burn in the heart of a fire. He wanted your soul. And if he wanted it, he would have it.
He appeared in front of you like a gust of wind. He smelled of salt. His hair was long and brown. His tricorne was perched on his head, haphazardly, as if he had just thrown it on. He wore a jet black blouse, nearly ripped to shreds and open, revealing a tan chest and a silver coin necklace. On top of that, a dark jacket, fitted perfectly to his wide shoulders, and finally, a pair of trousers.
There was a sword in his belt. Gleaming, elegant, and deadly. Your curious hands had reached for it, without a thought going through your head. In that instant, you saw a flash of gold in an amused smile. Then- darkness.
You awoke slowly to a scratchy pillow, prickling your cheek. The floor moved, rocked back and forth gently with the waves. Your head lifted, heavy with confusion and a sleep deeper than you’d ever felt before. Your eyes traveled around the room. Wooden walls, a small table covered in papers, and a thin stack of books on the floor. Turning to your other side you found a small circular window just above the bed. You watched for a moment as the water tickled the glass. You were still tired then and you soon drifted back to sleep.
Hours slipped by with Jacob passing by his door, hoping each time that your beautiful eyes would finally be open. If he waited 300 years, he could wait just a little longer. A few times he allowed himself a moment to watch your sleeping figure. He was entranced by the rise and fall of your chest. The subtle breaths falling from your parted lips- a luxury he had been deprived of for so long. Then, finally, your eyes were open when he passed by, surveying the room. He leaned his body against the door frame, waiting for you to notice him.
When you finally did, he smiled and you saw his golden tooth once more. This frightened you, and when you tried to scurry away, you felt something hit you. It wasn’t an object, but a force. Every inch of your body was frozen still. Only your eyes moved freely, searching his in terror.
“Don’t panic,” he soothed, pushing his body from the door to take a step closer. His voice was velvet. Smooth, but breathy- like the words softly sailing from his lips were the finest poetry. His voice held a knowledge that, against your better judgement, made you feel calm. “It’s only temporary.”
He said nothing else, only advanced until the distance between you was closed. He perched himself on the edge of the bed. His face was nearly blank, except for the tiniest sliver of devastation. Longing. You could see it in the way his eyebrows tipped up, and in the way his eyes glistened.
You could finally see his eyes now. They were dark brown, holding a strange inhuman quality. They were faded- tired. When they looked at you, the feeling that washed you over was something deep and profound. It felt like a secret was being whispered.
He reached his hand out, slowly, and cupped your cheek. His thumb smoothed over the skin. You felt the icy roughness of his fingers.
“It really is you,” he choked, face suddenly breaking with a smile dipped in sorrow. “I can’t believe it.”
Without the slightest bit of movement- the wave of a hand or the whispering of an ancient curse, your body breathed life again. You took a long inhale, staying under his touch. Time stretched as your eyes danced together, eerie familiarity racking at your brain. It was a few moments before you remembered yourself and tore your face away.
“Who are you?” you spat.
His hand stilled in the air as he watched you retreat. It stayed there for a second and he closed his eyes, his fingers twitching with the memory of your warm skin. Finally he placed his arm back at his side. He looked down. He looked up.
“I’m Jake.”
“You’re The Dread Pirate Jacob.”
He smiled shamelessly, the gold sparkling. That was answer enough.
“Why do you think you know me?”
“You think I don’t know you?” His lips curled into a smirk. “I think you should be asking yourself a different question, sweetheart.” His voice dropped to a gravelly whisper. “How do you know me?”
“But I don’t know you.”
“Oh but you do. You just said it yourself.” He paused. “Ask yourself this- why are you not afraid of me?”
“What, I-”
“You stood tall when I set foot on your dock, tried to duel me with my own sword, and now you’re here, having a casual conversation with a pirate. A dead pirate.”
“So you are dead?”
Jacob chuckled.
“I’m much more than that, sweetheart.”
Your cheeks flushed as you glanced at your lap, finding his hand outstretched. You looked back to him cautiously, watching his face as you slotted your hand in his. He took it with all the care in the world, bringing it softly to his chest.
There should have been a heart there, beating boldly with every pump. Or lungs that rattle with every breath. But there was not. Instead what your fingers felt was a rumble. Underneath his cold skin was a war of souls, swimming around, trying to find their way out. Trapped. Stolen.
You pulled your hand back in horror, looking at him with a similar expression. A flash of pain appeared on his face- something he tucked away quickly. The words that next exited your mouth were hardly your own. They came out small and weak.
“Are you going to take my soul?”
Jacob laughed this time. It boomed and bounced off the walls of his cabin before reaching your ears.
“Won’t you stay for dinner?”
-
The table was covered in foods of every size, shape and color. Heaps of fruits you’d never seen before, cheeses and meats, breads and rum. Your wide eyes raked over the delicacies, looking up to find Jacob only casually glancing.
He sat intently. His jacket and hat had been removed, leaving him in only his blouse and trousers. Even more of his skin was exposed, but you tried not to stare, even though it was difficult. His arm was thrown over the side of his chair, calm and composed. His features were bold, the curve of his lips soft, his jawline chiseled and nose sculpted to perfection. He was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. He watched you all the same.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes,” you admitted guiltily. You hadn’t eaten all day.
His eyes surveyed the table before he reached out to grab an interesting chunk of something white.
“I bet you’ve never tried this before” the trace of a smile played on his lips as he held out the piece of food.
“No. What is it?”
“It’s coconut. Here, try it.”
You took the food carefully, bringing it to your lips. It smelled like almost nothing. You placed it on your tongue and rolled it between your teeth. Soon its flavor unfolded. It was glorious. Sweet and subtle, with the most amazing texture. You chewed on it until it was nothing but a bit of pulp.
After you told him you liked it, you waited for him to have some. You soon realized that he couldn’t. You both pretended it wasn’t so.
He watched you eat and found himself smiling when your cheeks were stuffed and you struggled to swallow the mass of food. Something in him settled in the silence between you. He didn’t have a heart- not quite, but he felt something in his chest that day he hadn’t felt in a long time.
The two of you sat like this for a little while- until you were full and the topic at hand could no longer be danced around. Jacob fiddled with a braided cloth bracelet on his wrist, his eyes cast downward.
“So what are they saying about me these days?” His eyes lifted to yours and he forced a sly smile.
“Oh. You mean the stories? Well my mother told it to me. She said her mother had told her, and her mother before her and so on, that nearly 300 years ago your ship was attacked and you… well died I suppose.” Jacob hung on every word, face tight with pain. “You drowned and sank to the ocean flo-”
“No,” Jacob barked. His hand came down hard on the wooden table, knocking down some of the food. You flinched before he quickly softened his voice. “That isn’t true. I can’t drown. I’m the best bloody sailor this goddamn ocean has ever seen.” He shook his head and pinched the space between his eyebrows. “A mockery.”
You watched carefully, the slightest bit of fear prickling your skin as he murmured a string of curses. After he finished, his eyes returned to yours. He sighed deeply, his face returning to its solemn state.
“Let me tell you the real story,” he said.
You nodded, sitting up a little straighter.
Jacob closed his eyes, summoning something within himself. When they opened, they were different- sad.
“300 years ago my ship stumbled upon these very waters. I was young. I was eager, and I had only been a captain for a matter of months. I made a mistake- a grave mistake. I did something that men like me aren’t supposed to do.” He paused. “I fell in love.”
He wasn’t looking at you now. It was too much. His face scrunched up and he alternated between looking down and not looking at anything at all. You thought to reach out and touch his hand, but you didn’t.
“I tried to deny it. We sailed away and my heart broke. I saw her eyes in the stars, felt her breath in the wind, and dreamed of her soft skin. Only a couple years went by before I finally caved. I made us go back. It was selfish of me, but I saw her again. It was as if nothing had changed,” he chuckled, shaking his head back and forth. “She was the sun. She was everything. I wanted for the first time in my life to be somewhere. I wanted to be with her.”
The look on his face was terrible. His eyes looked dead and his lips quivered. Without thinking, you reached for his hand. Still he didn’t look at you, but he smiled weakly.
“That’s when I knew it was a mistake. My home could never be on any land. My heart was torn in two pieces. Half of it with her, half of it with the sea. It’s a difficult thing to explain, but I had to leave. I wanted to take her with me, but she wanted to stay. I was angry then, because I didn't understand. I just wanted everything. I wanted the whole world.” He shook his head again. “One day we woke early in the morning. The sun was peeking in through her window and I watched her sleeping face. She was an angel. I kissed her, and left before she woke up. I wouldn’t have been able to bear it. And that was the last time I ever saw her alive.”
He paused again. His eyes were shut tight- remembering, his lips, thin and quivering. All you could do was grasp his hand harder. He squeezed right back.
“We left, but not soon after, a war started to break out. I was scared although I wouldn’t admit it. We sailed back- I sailed us back to save her. When we got there it was…”
A single tear fell down your cheek. You couldn’t help it. It was the story of course, but it was his face. Watching it made you feel the pain right along with him. You let the tear fall because both of your hands held onto his, but Jacob’s eyes suddenly opened as if he had sensed it. He leaned forward, his hand wiping away the tear.
“Don’t break my heart all over again, angel,” he smiled softly.
“When we got there it was too late. The town was almost completely to the ground. I blamed myself of course. But I didn’t drown,” he spit out the word, face scrunching at the absurdity. “I jumped. I tried to save her. I swam down until there was no more air in my lungs. That’s only because I didn’t need air. I had love. I was going to find her there, and bring her back or die trying.”
He let out a dry chuckle, hollow and fragile.
“I saw her swimming with all of those souls and I tried to grab her. I missed, I- I,” he shook his head. “I took someone else's. I didn’t have time to go back for hers, I was running out of life. The truth is I don’t know what happened exactly after that. I woke up and I was alive, but I wasn’t. I felt lighter, I felt empty. I knew I was borrowing time and I was weak. I had to find more… more souls.”
Your spine shivered. You felt his hand twitch as his eyes opened, gaze digging into yours.
“You have something different.”
His lips curled into a smile and his body leaned closer. You tried to pull your hands away, but he only held them tighter.
“You have something I want. I knew it was you from the moment I saw you. You- you even have her eyes.”
Your blood went cold. His knuckles turned white.
“Jacob you’re hurting me,” you whispered, voice trembling with fear.
He winced and drew back his hand. You pulled yours to your chest, clutching them tightly. His face fell again and he searched your eyes desperately. His mouth opened to speak, but he closed it again.
“I didn’t mean to,” he urged, eyes searching yours desperately until you gave a slight nod.
“Y/n, you have a piece of my love’s soul in you. She is in your blood. If you trace it back… she’s there. Your mothers grandmother. Eight generations back to be precise.”
His tongue quickly slid along his bottom lip. You felt your heart racing in your chest. His eyes looked at you with such a certainty that there was no way to escape them. Although again, you didn’t feel fear.
You stared at each other for another long while. Finally, you spoke.
“You want to take my soul,” you stated. Not a question. Not an argument, just a statement.
Something washed over you again. It was a haze that bathed you. Even his own eyes seemed to gloss over as he looked back. You came to realize what this meant. He wasn’t looking at you. He was looking into you. What you didn’t realize however was that you were letting him. Soul searching was a mirror that reflected two ways. An act so intimate it required the openness of not one, but two people. The feeling that you could not yet name was something so powerful that it opened up your soul. A piece of you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.
“I don’t want to take it. I just want to borrow it,” his voice quivered, and something in you knew that he was holding back. You realized that he could take it at any moment. He didn’t want that. He wanted it to be offered.
You didn’t think. At least not in the traditional sense. You didn’t reason, you didn’t question, you just stood. It was as if there was an invisible string pulling you to him.
He shifted his chair so that you could take a step between his legs. He gently patted his thigh and you sat, both of your legs draped over his lap and your arms secured around his neck. His eyes were half lidded and his fingertips drifted over your cheek.
You stared into each other for a moment, and your faces were so close. You felt vulnerable, but safe.
“Will it hurt?” you asked him.
He laughed, shaking his head, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. “No, love.”
“Okay. I’m ready,” you whispered.
His thumb smoothed over your cheek again and traveled down. He held your chin, softly between his fingers as he guided you onto his lips. Your eyes closed as you felt the soft plump of his flesh. His lips slotted between yours with a hum- the vibration tickling. His lips closed around yours, tugging gently before pulling back. His head tilted and a small groan sounded as he coaxed your lips against his once more. As the two of you stilled, mouths lazily brushing, you pulled his head closer. Your mouth opened with a sigh and his tongue slid inside. You squirmed in his lap, feeling something stir between your thighs.
You relaxed into him, letting your mind finally clear. Just as you opened your mouth again, waiting to feel his warm, sliding tongue, you felt something else. His lips closed around yours and he drew in your breath. Your body slouched. You felt a lightness. Emptiness.
Jacob held your limp body to his tightly. He could feel his chest swimming dangerously, filling with something. His eyes were shut tight, and in all that blackness, he could finally feel.
Hello Jacob. It’s been a while hasn’t it.
It’s you.
It is.
You sound the same.
I am the same. You’ve changed though, haven’t you.
How do you mean?
It’s okay Jacob- to be different. It’s been a long time.
I just want you back.
I know.
You sound like an angel.
You can’t have it.
What?
Don’t take it. Please. It is all that I wish for. She may try to give it to you, but do not.
I don’t want it. I just want you.
I know that, but you can’t have either of us.
It isn’t fair.
I know.
I love you.
I love you too.
I miss you.
Jacob waited for a response that never came. After a few moments he tried again.
“I miss you,” he whispered, so softly. He waited. “I miss you,” he tried again, voice cracking. You knew the words weren’t meant for you but you couldn’t stop yourself from answering.
“I’m here, Jacob. I'm here.”
His eyes opened to find yours. You sat up tall as you stared back at him. He searched your face rapidly before crumbling against your frame. He hugged you to his chest, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You held him, stroking his back as he sobbed quietly into your hair.
The two of you stayed like that for a while. You could feel something shifting. You didn’t only feel like yourself anymore. You felt like a half and a whole all at the same time. Like a million little pieces of you and everything else.
Finally his grip loosened and his head came back up. His cheeks were wet and his eyes were tired. He looked as if the life had been drained out of him. You wiped away his tears with the back of your hand. He smiled, only slightly.
“Kiss me again,” you said.
Your request was spoken so sweetly that he couldn’t bear to deny you. He kissed you and felt a piece of himself mending. You quickly licked into his mouth. His tongue swirled against yours and he drew back with a wet smack. The rhythm quickened and you found yourself searching for his lips faster than he could give them to you. You pulled back with a similar eagerness.
“Do it again. You can borrow it again. You can take it.”
You dipped back to kiss him, but he stopped you with a firm hand to your chest. Your eyes opened in confusion, finding him looking back at you with a stone cold expression.
“No.”
“What? I thought that’s what you wanted.”
“I can’t take it.”
“Why not?”
It hit you like a stab to the heart. Your eyes broke and you searched his face desperately. He felt the weight of your soul crushing him, your heart tearing him into two. You almost forced your lips back on his, desperate to be a part of him- to make him whole again. He stopped you, shooting you a look of warning.
“I won’t do it.”
“I want you to have it, Jacob.”
“Please, call me Jake.”
“Jake, why won’t you give this to me?”
“It’s taking. I won’t take this from you.”
He swallowed the hurt on your face. He traced your skin with his hand, hoping to soothe you. If only you knew what you were doing to him. He was only one heartbreak away from a place he wouldn’t be able to come back from.
“But it felt good. I want it again. I want you to take it.”
“I could take something else, sweetness,” he whispered, tone laced with a secret.
Your eyes widened and you nodded slowly. His eyes glanced at your lips again. His hand found the curve of your waist.
“Has anyone ever…” his voice trailed off and his eyes cast downward. “Touched you before?”
You stared at him almost blankly.
“Touched you here?” The thumb of his hand dipped down, tracing the inside of your thigh through your dress.
You shook your head, feeling your heart begin to race.
“Do you want me to?”
“How?” you breathed quickly.
“I can show you.”
“Okay.”
Jake's hands both took hold of your waist, lifting you off his lap with ease to place you back down so that you faced him, sitting right on his thigh.
“Put your hands back.”
Your hands quickly found their way back around his neck.
Jake's tightening grip slid down to your hips as he pulled you forward. You dragged against his thigh, feeling a warmness spread through your core. A soft moan fell from your lips and you quickly clamped your hand over your mouth.
He gently pulled your hand away.
“It’s okay to feel good. You can make those sounds,” he drawled, placing a quick kiss to your hand. He rolled your hips over him again, reveling in the next soft groan that made its way forth.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes,” you answered hastily. “It feels good.”
“That’s good,” Jake purred.
His hands slid down to the curve of your ass, gripping the soft flesh, pulling you forward and back.
“Mmmh,” you mumbled, unaware that you had even made a sound.
You scooted closer until your chest was touching his. His hand drifted to the small of your back, his other at your waist. You laid the side of your head on his shoulder, your lips an inch away from his neck.
He pulled you down, letting you grind on him as his thigh pushed up- meeting you halfway. Your hot breath moaned right into his ear.
“God,” Jake whispered at the sight of your arched back. He looked down over your shoulder at his hand as it rubbed slow circles, pushing you into him.
“I can feel you getting warmer,” he spoke into your ear.
You lifted your head, giggling as a smile stretched across your face. You felt drunk. Heavy with a pleasure you’d never felt before.
“You’re a sexy thing,” Jake growled, dipping his head forward to nip at your neck. His lips secured themselves around the skin, sucking and releasing it with a pop and a little sting.
Your head tilted back, allowing him more room as his lips moved to you again, hands still working a steady rhythm over your hips. You readied yourself for the delicious sting again, but instead you felt the hotness of his tongue licking up a bold stripe before his teeth bit down around you. You whined again, jumping at the feeling before melting back into him.
“Y/n,” he whispered.
The sound of your name in his mouth still shocked you.
“I think you’re ready.”
“What do you m-?” you yelped as he began to stand. Your legs quickly wrapped around his waist, your arms holding you up. He walked you over to the bed, placing you down gently as one would a princess.
His hands planted themselves firmly into the mattress, holding him to hover over you. Your legs were held together by his knees planted on either side of them. His necklace swayed above your head and his hair cascaded down, pieces of it tickling your face.
“Do you know what happens next?” he asked, lips only a few inches from yours.
“I don’t know,” you whispered, feeling a shame prickling at your cheeks.
“That’s okay,” he soothed, leaning himself to kneel upright, still trapping your legs beneath him. “Why don’t you come up here?”
He reached out his hand and you grabbed it to help pull yourself up. As you climbed up to your knees, he drew closer. His hand smoothed over your hair as he looked down at your sparkling eyes looking back up at him.
“You can take my shirt off, if you want,” he breathed in a sultry tone.
You looked from his eyes to his chest, staring at the skin exposed by the lack of buttons. Your finger reached out, eyes staring wide in wonder as you traced along the metal of the coin necklace.
“We can keep that on,” he smirked, gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist, bringing the palm of your hand to his skin where his own hand rested atop.
You gasped again at the feeling of his stirring chest, still not used to the stolen souvenirs that lay beneath it. This time his smirk deepened as his hand let go. Your fingertips slid down his torso until they reached the first button of his shirt. Your eyes quickly glanced to his.
He gave you a nod.
You unfastened the first button. The fabric fell away from his skin, revealing his navel and the small trail of hair underneath it. You undid the second button and then the third and the shirt opened up.
You looked back up at him again. His eyes were watching you, his mouth hanging open slightly.
“You can do it.”
You reached up to lift the shirt off his shoulders. He let it fall off them before pushing it to the floor. Your eyes lit up at the sight of his bare chest. His skin looked smooth to the touch but there were faded scars along it. Your fingers found one that you softly traced.
“That one’s from a little brush with a man called William. You should have seen what I did to him,” Jake teased, grinning at the longone memory.
You smiled, staring up at him in subtle awe- his whole face seemed to melt you with its perfection. Your heart was bursting and your head was swelling.
You moved your hand to travel up his chest. You let yourself explore the skin, taking your time as you touched there and there. Your hands drifted over to his arms- he flexed for you and the curves of muscles appeared. You blushed, running your hands along their strength.
You took your time feeling his collarbones and then his shoulders before finally touching his chin, and then his lips. He took your wrist again, stopping you so that his lips could slowly close around your index finger. Your eyes fluttered as he drew it into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it before pulling it out with a knowing smirk.
Your breath picked up as you felt the warmth spread through you again. His touch was like a thousand hot pins dancing on your skin.
His tongue quickly darted across his lips. He paused.
“Now I take this off.” His hands found the bottom of your dress. “Is that okay, sweetheart?”
An excitement thrilled through you. Your eyes were locked on his, waiting for some sort of answer to put itself forth. You finally nodded slowly, feeling a nervousness ghost in as well.
He lifted up the bottom until it reached your chest. You lifted up your arms to allow it over your head. He tossed that too to the floor and his eyes shifted over the chemise that tightly hugged your skin. His hands traced over your hips again before tucking into the bottom of the under garment. When your eyes met his he smirked, pulling it up above your hips. You lifted your arms again as he pulled the thin linen away from you.
As he placed it on the floor his eyes never left your body. They hazed over and his mouth hung slightly open as he took in every inch of your skin.
Instinctively, you clamped your arms across your chest. It felt strange to be undressed in front of someone, especially with the way he was looking at you. It felt intoxicating and addicting, but somewhat overwhelming all the same.
“Hey, it’s okay. What happened?” He looked away from your nakedness, searching your eyes with a concerned expression.
“Just got nervous,” you looked down, embarrassed.
He picked up your chin until you were looking at him. He brushed the back of his hand over your cheek. “Do you want to stop?”
“No,” you rushed out. “I want to keep going.”
“Are you sure?”
You nodded firmly.
“Can I look at you, angel?”
You nodded again and slowly put your arms by your sides. You watched his eyes rake over you. The expression on his face held a wildness that you could tell he tried hard to hide.
“You’re beautiful,” he sighed.
Your face flushed a deep pink.
He forgot himself for a moment and his hand twitched forward to touch you. He held it back and quickly looked to your face. “Can I?”
“Yes,” you quivered.
The coolness of his hands as they first touched your stomach caused you to jump. They slid along the skin and around to your back before drifting lower. They cupped your ass, squeezing it lightly. He then brought them to your hips and then to your waist. His eyes followed his hands as they came up to your breasts. He took one in his hand, drifting his palm over your nipple before kneading at the supple flesh.
“Oh,” you sighed. His eyes snapped to yours, watching your flushed expression. “I like it when you do that.”
“Yeah?” He smirked, tilting his face closer. “What about this?”
He wrapped his lips around your other breast, suckling at your nipple. A quiet whimper struggled at your closed lips. Then you remembered what he had said about making sounds. He did it again, using more suction this time as his hand worked over the other. You sighed again, grabbing onto his shoulder to steady yourself. Jake’s tongue lapped over the bud, softly, before drawing it back into his mouth while his fingers squeezed and pinched at the other. You whined and hissed. He switched where his mouth and his fingers were, leaving one nipple cold against the cool air.
“Jake.”
He pulled off of you for a second, looking up. You looked at him back in that same drunkenness.
“That feels good, but I really liked it when I was sitting on your lap.”
He stretched up, a smirk on his face as he began to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” you blushed.
“Nothing, you're just adorable.”
You scrunched your face up as he laughed again.
He looked at you for a moment without saying anything. His pupils were dark and his smile, twisting.
“I can show you something that feels even better. Do you want that?”
“What is it?” you asked him with wide eyes.
“Down here,” his hand slid down your stomach, stopping just above the space between your thighs. A shiver went down your spine and you watched his face carefully. “It’s like a flower. It’s delicate, and beautiful, and it can feel really good when you open it up.”
“How do you do that?”
“Well I can show you, sweetheart. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” you blurted, so sure this time that you felt as if you could burst.
His hand dipped even lower and his fingers slid down your folds, feeling wet to the touch.
“Oh,” you moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, tone slightly teasing.
“Mmmh.”
He took that as a sign to keep going, sliding his fingers back up to draw slow circles around your soft bud. Your body twitched slightly, falling into him as he continued the motion. His own moan, just barely audible, drifted off his tongue, his eyes zeroed in on his hand. You watched the look on his face, wondering if it was similar to how you looked- or rather felt. His own face seemed dipped in the pleasure you were experiencing. He licked over his lips, biting his teeth down around them, his eyebrows tipped up ever so slightly.
“Can you feel how wet you are?” He slid back down, gathering up more of your slick. You felt your thighs begin to tremble.
You nodded.
“Do you know what that means?”
You shook your head.
“It means you’re ready to be opened. But you have to feel ready too. Do you feel ready?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Okay pretty girl. Come here.”
You scooted closer and he grabbed your hand.
“Can I borrow this?” he asked with a charming smile.
Your face flushed again as you nodded yes.
He brought your hand to his trousers, cupping it over something hard and warm in his pants. He squeezed your hand around him, letting out a low sigh. He let go and started to undo the cloth that held up the pants. When he pushed them off his legs, a stiff mass bobbed up which he took it in his hand. You watched, amazed, as his fist stroked it up and down. He bit his lip as he sighed out a moan.
He let go and stalked closer, the piece of hardened flesh still poking outwards. Jake grabbed your chin, bringing your eyes up to meet his.
“You can touch it. Do you want to?”
You nodded.
He took your hand and brought it back down. You felt the softness of his skin. He helped wrap your hand around him. It fit perfectly.
“It's kind of like a sword,” he smiled bashfully, the hints of a smirk. “This is where I feel good.”
You wanted to make him feel good. You did what you had seen him do- moving your hand up his length. He softly cursed under his breath, muttering the words, “so soft.”
He leaned his face down, leveling his lips with yours. “This is what goes inside here,” he whispered as his hand pressed back between your thighs. You felt a fast shock of pleasure as his fingers touched you, but they drew away just as quick.
You looked up at him, blushing as a smile crept along your face.
“But first, I want to kiss you there.”
“Okay.”
“Lay back on the bed,” he coaxed, tilting his chin up to motion.
You settled into the pillow as he crawled back over you. You watched his hardness swing as his hips moved. He leaned down to kiss your neck. His lips drifted across your breasts. He kissed you there, and on your stomach and all the way to the top of your thigh. Once he reached there he sat back on his heels, hand replacing his mouth.
His palms ran over the tops of your thighs. You squirmed deliciously below him, the anticipation making you restless. His eyes flicked carefully to yours as his hands tucked into the inside of your thighs. He pried them apart, lifting them to pull to the side, leaving you spread wide open, feet planted on the bed. It felt strange to be so openly on display and you had to stop yourself from closing your legs, but you wanted it all the same. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him looking at you. He looked out of breath, almost. His eyelids fluttered and he licked his lips. He closed his eyes, capturing the moment to store away in his memory.
He moved back on the bed to give himself room to lay down. He took his time positioning his face right in front of you. Next he fastened his hair back into a low bun. A single curl fell to the front of his face which he blew out of the way.
“You’re beautiful. Every inch of you.” He looked to your face, expression painted in awe.
You blushed, turning away to bury your face in the pillow. His hand smoothed over the inside of your thigh.
“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”
“Okay.”
Jake leaned his face closer and with his eyes trained on yours, pressed his tongue against your entrance. In one steady movement he ran it upwards between your folds until stopping at the top. Your head fell back with pleasure and your hand gripped at the sheets.
“Oh,” was all you could say.
Jake’s hand held the insides of your thighs, spreading them wider to go back for more. He hummed against your skin as he kissed your soft bud. His lips opened, allowing it to slip inside. It felt like hot silk when his tongue lapped you over, mixing with your juices.
When his mouth pulled off of you it sounded wet. He looked at you wearing a teasing grin.
“Darling, you taste just as sweet as you look. I never want to stop,” he rasped, eyes lustful.
He slid his arms under your legs, wrapping his hands around them to pull you down onto his tongue. Your body slid forward, feet falling from their place on the bed to wrap over his back. His eyes closed in concentration and his brows furrowed. His tongue flattened and he dragged it up again. You struggled to keep your head up as he began to devour you, sucking you into his mouth, letting his tongue lap over you again and again.
You felt something building inside you. Like the warmness from before, only this time it was spreading. Jake pulled his mouth away, leaving a thin trail of spit connecting the two of you. His lips curled into a smirk as he landed a wad of spit right to your core. His tongue slid over you again and the added slickness made it feel all the more heavenly.
He kept going and you felt yourself slipping into a new state. Your body began to move with him- hips chasing his mouth and hands finding his hair. It surprised you how easy it was to be connected to him like this. Everytime he pulled his tongue away it felt like a piece of you was missing. Your body started to twitch and clench, growing more and more impatient.
Jake kissed you once more, then his eyes turned back to you.
“Want to try the last part?”
“Which part?”
Jake’s hand fell from your thigh to the mattress where he teased his fingertip near the bottom of your slit. Already you began to feel the momentum wearing off, your body returning to its natural state. He pressed the finger against you, just rubbing the outside of your entrance. You watched him carefully.
“This part.”
He sat back up to his knees, brandishing his hardness which he took in his hand. He pushed his finger into you only slightly- not more than an inch. You gasped suddenly and a low smirk settled on his face.
“Does that feel good too?”
“Yes,” you nodded.
“Good. It’ll feel even better with this,” he stroked himself again.
“Will that…” you looked down, then back to his face. “Hurt?”
He bit his lip. “It might, just a little.”
Your face flashed with panic. He quickly took your hand in his.
“But it only hurts for a second. Then it feels really, really good.” His lips curled even more wickedly. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” you said, smiling at its truth. Fear was not something you felt with him.
“That’s it, sweetheart.”
He walked forward on his knees until he was right between your legs. They were still spread open and you could feel the air on your core. One of his hands grabbed your waist and the other pushed the hair away from your face. You looked up at him with twinkling eyes that almost broke his heart all over again.
“I’ll go slow, okay angel? And you just tell me what to do. You can tell me you want to stop, or go slower…” he paused, letting his tongue dart over his lips. “Or you can tell me to go faster, or harder.” The side of his lips curled up. “It’s whatever you like.”
Faster, harder. A new wave of warmness tingled through you. You smiled, staring deep into his eyes as you nodded.
Jake planted his hand into the mattress right by your head. He leaned down until his face was directly over yours- you could smell yourself on his breath. The hand at your waist moved to his length, bringing it closer to your center. Holding himself in his hand, he dragged the tip through your folds.
You both sighed deeply, your bodies seeming to melt into each other's. He did it a second time and a soft moan drifted out of you. Your hand twitched closer to his face, but you pulled yourself back at the last second.
“You can touch me,” he said.
You let your hand slide to his shoulder, grabbing on just to hold something. He pressed himself to where his finger had been, just at the front. You could feel the resistance already. Your body tensed up.
“Slow, okay?”
You nodded.
He started to push himself into you and you felt the force it took to do so. He only reached an inch inside by the time your face scrunched up, hand twisting into the sheets. The pain was interesting. It was pressure, and dull.
“See, not so bad right?”
“Not so bad,” you chuckled.
He smiled.
He sank in an inch deeper. This time you hissed in a breath through your teeth. It felt like you were being ripped open. His face tilted back and you watched his adam's apple move as he let out a tight groan. He pulled back, leaving you feeling empty once more.
Using his hand, he gathered up some of your wetness to smooth over himself. Jake moved back, sliding in a bit deeper, stretching you out from the inside. Your fingers dug into the skin of his shoulders of their own accord. He drew in a sharp breath.
“Oh, sorry!” you blurted, pulling your hand away from him.
“No, sweetheart.” His eyes danced wildly. “I liked it. Give me a couple more scars.”
You felt a flush of pleasure surging through you. He looked feral as he hung above you, eyes dark and muscles straining.
It took every ounce of self control for him not to slam into you. Already, you were enveloping him in a softness he knew all too well- one he was bound to crave.
His hips gave a slight jerk, just sinking in another inch. You gave a wince of pain and he pulled away again.
“Hey hey, it’s okay. Look at me alright?”
You found his face.
“Just relax, sweetheart. Take a deep breath in…” he soothed, rubbing the side of your face. You breathed in deeply, keeping your eyes on his. “Now let it out...”
At the moment you let out the breath, Jake sank the rest of the way into you. A strangled moan burst from your lips and your fingers dug into his back. His mouth was hanging open, his eyes fluttering closed. He stilled for a moment, letting you adjust to the sting, your bodies pressed tightly together. You took another breath, feeling the pain starting to melt away.
“Did that hurt?”
“A little bit, but I thought it would hurt more,” you grinned.
“That’s right. You’re okay,” he reassured, dipping down to kiss you.
He hummed into your cheek as his lips pressed against it. He nuzzled his nose, sending you into a short fit of giggles. He smiled toothily.
“I’m gonna move now. Alright, angel?”
“Okay, Jake.”
“You just keep being so good.” He gave your cheek a heavy kiss. “So pretty.” A kiss to your other cheek. “So adorable.” Another. “So good for me, right?”
Your softened eyes looked up at him. You gave a bashful nod.
He beamed back at you before looking down to your body. His hand held your waist as he withdrew from you. He inched back inside making you feel so full. He bit his bottom lip in concentration, repeating the action to push back a little harder.
And then you started to like the stretch. The feeling of you being wrapped around him so tightly, he has to push himself inside. He was so rock hard and warm inside you. He filled you up so nicely. There was no pain, only that same warmth that started to creep up your toes.
Your hand smoothed down his back as he repeated the action. There were soft mumbles on your tongue that seemed to float out of you, sans permission. The feeling was similar to what it was before, only this time stronger. There was a connection that you’d never felt before. When he pressed his body flush to you, you just needed more.
“Jake,” you sighed. “Do it again. Do it… can you just- deeper,” your words floated.
His lips twisted into an evil smirk. He brought himself back, rippling down to the hilt, pressing inside even harder.
A long stretched out moan fluttered out of you. Your eyes were closed as your hands gripped his flesh. He did it again, pulling out to press back inside, pushing your body up on the bed with the pressure. His strokes were slow and long, reaching a place so deep inside you- it felt like heaven.
He pulled back again, only this time his hips jutted forward, snapping back into you. Your body jolted and your stomach muscles contracted, leaving you sitting half upright. Jake groaned loudly, clutching your waist as he pulled himself out to thrust back inside.
“Oh god,” you choked out.
“Princess,” he muttered, hand absentmindedly drifting over your face as his hips found a steady rhythm. “How’s this?”
The pillow soft head of his length was tucking into you with every sweet thrust. His hands were on your waist, holding you in one place so he could thump into you. His eyes watched your face, hungry with desire. When he shifted his hips to thrust up into you, the sensation heightened and you loudly sighed his name.
“Yeah?” he purred, voice dripping with amusement. “Is that the spot?”
He got a little faster, every thrust building the pleasure until your head fell back on the pillow and your mouth opened. You could hear the connecting of your bodies. The dull slapping of skin coated in wetness.
Your hands dug into his back and your eyes started to flutter to the back of your head. You had heard him speak, but you couldn’t seem to answer. You were making sounds that you didn’t intend to. Your throat seemed to constrict with breaths that came out sounding shaky and high pitched. You could feel something coming.
“Are you still in there, angel?” Jake asked, wearing a proud smile at the sight of you lost in the pleasure he was granting you.
A strangled moan tumbled from your lips as a particularly hard thrust slammed his length into you. You could feel the wetness coating you both, aiding his movements to be faster. You nodded your head, gripping at his shoulder.
“I feel like…” your voice trailed off as waves of pleasure swam through you. A wanton whine climbed its way out of your mouth. “Somethings…” you bit your lip, scrunching your eyes shut to try and force out the words. “...happening I think.” Every inch of your body felt light and tingly, your head so dizzy that the words seemed to get lost.
“It’s okay, darling. You’re almost there, just let it happen,” he cooed, hand sliding up to your face.
He leaned down on one elbow with his other arm extended- hand planted next to your head. His body rolled over yours, your chests flush with each other, lips almost touching as he whispered, “You’re about to cum, sweetie,” his voice softened, his next words spoken in a near teasing manner. “And it’s gonna feel reaal good. Just let go and let me get you there.”
Your body shuddered at the closeness of his words.
It didn’t take long for his powerful and steady thrusts to push you over the edge. It started small. Little moans and sighs tumbled from your lips. You sounded lost, almost broken.
As the pleasure rose, your skin started to prickle with it. Your legs began to shake and your heart beat faster. Your hands were relentless in their scratching and clawing as he continued to drive into you. Soon the moans became whimpers. You could feel yourself growing more needy. The heat rose to your body and you started to feel even lighter.
“Come on, sweetie. Cum for me,” Jake urged, his voice ragged and eager.
Soon you let go. The subtle shaking of your legs turned into uncontrollable twitches. You could feel yourself exploding underneath him, bursts of ecstasy going off like cannons. It was so intense that you lost your ability to speak. You were gasping, sighing, moaning and whimpering, making every sound under the sun. It was like being bathed in light with its warmness as it spread through you. You tried to reach out to hold him, to hold anything as your body shook.
Off in the distance you could hear him speaking his praise as you lost yourself beneath him- “That’s it angel, let it out. You’re so good, squeezing me so tight. I bet it feels soo good. So adorable. I’m gonna cum too.”
In seconds Jake stilled, letting out a huge groan as you felt something shoot inside you. It coated your walls as he drove it in and out. Your own body still twitched with the remnants of pleasure when he finally slowed to a stopping point. He let out a big breath, his eyes hazy, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead.
You took a deep breath yourself as you began to come back to reality. You all of a sudden felt tired. Your hands slide from his back to his face, pulling him in to kiss you. He did, so softly that it almost hurt.
As his lips kissed yours, he snaked his hand under your back to flip you over. He lay on the pillow, you on top of him and your bodies still connected. You rested your head on his chest, letting the rest of you sink into him. His hand rubbed circles on your back.
“What did you think, angel?”
“That was perfect.”
You soon fell asleep, laying on his chest. His eyes were wide open as he stared at the ceiling. He continued to rub slow circles into your back. He could feel the tickle of your hair on his skin, the warmth of your breath. He felt a part of himself breaking just by looking at you. It was over and he wouldn’t be able to give you anything else, ever again. He wouldn’t be able to give you what you wanted.
-
You finally woke, finding him in his daze. You touched his face softly, and he stirred to look back at you. He didn’t smile.
“Jake?”
He took your hand in his, searching deep within you, hoping, willing you to understand so that he didn’t have to break your heart with words. You watched him. Part of you knew, part of you didn’t, but all of you pretended not to.
You leaned forward, hoping to catch his lips once again, but his hand came firmly to your chest. You could feel your throat closing as your eyes prickled with tears.
He looked so different somehow.
“Are you… leaving?” you whispered.
Jake’s face turned to the window. He watched the slow rise and fall of the waves, the sunset out on the horizon.
“No. No you can’t!” your voice trembled, rising in volume.
His hand squeezed yours, but his face did not look back at you.
“Please Jake! Stay! You have to stay!”
“You know I can’t. My home isn’t on any land.”
“Then take my soul. Please take it, I don’t want it anymore!”
“Y/n,” he warned, voice rising, eyes shooting to yours. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I do know what I’m asking for! You can’t just come here and then leave again! I thought you were supposed to take things. That’s what pirates do. Take it, please I don’t want it anymore.”
He didn’t move. He wouldn’t look at you. Your body crumpled on the bed. Hot tears streaked your cheeks as you watched him ignore you. It wouldn’t be fair not to mention the look on his face, however. He looked completely empty. Like he had never known happiness in his entire life. He couldn’t bear to look at you because he felt all of the same feelings you did. But he was a sailor. His home wasn’t on any land.
You climbed over on the bed, grabbing his shoulders to shake them. “Why won’t you look at me! I hate you!”
You tried to push him over but he seized your wrists, holding you back as you kept screaming and crying in his face. He wanted to hug you. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to cry with you and sleep with you and comfort you. His chest was aching. His absence of a heart was breaking in two and he simply couldn’t bear it.
A single tear fell down his cheek. And that was the last time you ever saw him.
-
You woke hours later in your bed, the sun pouring in through your window. When you sat up, you were confused, and tired. Your head was heavy and your eyes were puffy. It took a few moments for you to remember what had happened.
Was it just a dream?
Something slumped around your neck. You reached your hand to your chest, feeling cold, hard metal. You looked down and found Jake’s coin necklace hung around your neck. Your heart leapt. You searched desperately around your room, but he was nowhere to be found.
When you got up to look outside your window, the tears already in your eyes, you could see the ocean, and you knew he was home.
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JOSH CROP TOP LANE CLOSED I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE
wtf slow burn friends to lovers 80 chapter yaoi is this
Aw🤗 x
is this him admitting he's into edging
“Soft, mellow… sensual. I like a sexual edge”
with the whole possible MAYBE leaked release date for mirador y'all need to calm down and read what she said that it is posted in their store and her boss told her to tweet it. it's public info and might not even be THIS mirador idk
Would y'all want a sequel to my pirate jake fic?? I'm having ideas...
purely based off this do you think he smacks jakes ass before going on stage yay or nay
hearing jake sing without a mic is terrifying plus a cute little chris and jake moment at the end
is blood and custard like blood and cum. idk I can't tell what the lyrics are but
HOLYYY FREAK IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS
Thanks for tuning in to another chapter of this shit show. It keeps getting worse from here so, I’m sorry?
Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash
Warnings and tags: 18+ only please for the love of all that’s good, graphic depictions of grief, aftermath of violence, dealing with character death, shock, guilt, lots of angst, blood, drinking blood, some kissing, vampire!AU
Word count: 6k
Jake you need to come home, it’s Josh.
5:48PM…
*a constant high pitched ringing blurred everything in the background*
6:15PM…
“Sam? Sam what happened?!” Jake was yelling but Sam couldn’t hear him, he just sat immobile with his eyes fixed straight ahead. The knobs on the cabinets were digging into his back but he couldn't feel it. The only thing he could feel was how the blood dried on his hands stuck in the curls on Josh’s head as he stroked his hair back and forth, back and forth… waiting for the sun to go down.
“We need to get him to the hospital!” Jake’s frantic voice finally broke through the buzzing in Sam’s head as he tried to pry his twin’s limp form from Sam’s hold.
“No!” Sam cried out, feeling his cheeks warm up as tears started streaming down his face again. “We have to wait for Daniel. I’m waiting for Daniel-” his voice trailed off as his pupils constricted, giving him tunnel vision again. He was staring back ahead, trying to dissociate until Danny came to fix this mess.
Another hour passed and Jake had given up on trying to do anything to get Sam to release his brother’s body. He always thought with all of his professional training he would be able to remain calm in a situation like this. Josh was a clutz, he banged himself up pretty often and he always let Jake patch him up with a steady hand and a clear head. This however he never could have prepared for. Seeing his other half lie lifelessly on the floor.
Working as an emergency room nurse Jake saw his fair share of blood and it never phased him, until now. There was so much blood. All over the kitchen floor, all over Sam’s clothes, and all over Josh. He’d already emptied his stomach into the sink once, Sam not even flinching at the sound of Jake’s wrenching above him.
Now he sat at the table, his back turned away from the scene with his head slumped over in his hands. He knew they needed to call the cops, he wanted to call the cops, but he was still in shock and he feared how Sam might lash out if someone else even tried to come near them.
Josh was… dead? How could this have happened? He needed answers, but the only person who had any possible answers was in even worse shape than he was. Was Sam here when it happened? Is that why he was so out of it right now? Jake was jumping to conclusions, but what else could he do? He clearly wasn’t here.
No, he wasn’t here to protect Josh, and what was he doing instead? Hooking up with just another nobody when he should have been home.
Neither of them really registered the sun setting behind the kitchen window, nor did they realize that all of the lights had still been on until the fiery orange glow that cast shadows was replaced with the harsh artificial light above them. Any minute now Danny would be here, Sam kept telling himself that over and over again as his eyes started to feel heavy.
“Sammy?…” A hoarse but comfortingly familiar voice shattered the silence that had enveloped the house. Both Sam and Jake’s heads snapped towards the sound, watching in shared shock and subject horror as Josh’s eyes blinked slowly open.
“I’m here” Sam choked out, resuming the petting his hand had grown too tired to continue before.
Another sound startled Sam, the chair clattering against the floor as Jake stood up so quickly it knocked over. “Josh?” He called out, so incredibly confused but overwhelmingly happy at the same time that he hadn’t lost the most important person in the world to him. But how could this be happening? Josh was all but dead merely seconds ago, and now he was trying to sit up until Sam pulled him back down into his lap.
Jake wanted to run over to him and throw his arms around his shoulders, vowing to never let go again, but just as he started to take a step towards them the front door was thrown open and Danny came running inside.
“Please! Help him!” Sam finally snapped into some semblance of himself when he saw Danny’s form looming over them, immediately zeroing in on the gash on Josh’s neck.
“I’m so sorry Sam…” Danny muttered, backing away slowly to allow Jake to lower himself onto the floor in front of them in his place.
“What’s wrong with him?” Jake questioned, his fingers brushing against the wound making Josh wince slightly. He hadn’t seen this before, but it was clearly the source of all the blood. It looked like his artery had been torn open yet somehow he was awake and trying to speak.
“Vam-” Josh’s voice cracked and his brows furrowed as he tried to swallow to no avail.
“What?” Jake leaned in closer, trying to get his answers.
“Vampires” Sam spoke up for him, his eyes meeting Danny’s from across the kitchen. “He was attacked by vampires”.
Of course Jake didn’t believe him, at least not at first. But as he followed Sam’s gaze and looked up at Danny who was standing at a distance, watching and waiting until they’d had a second to process, his own eyes widened.
“Is he going to be alright?” Sam questioned Danny, the two of them being the only one’s in the room who’d had extra time to understand this at all.
Danny bit his lip, carefully choosing his next words. “Yes, in a way he will be. He’s in transition”.
Sam choked out another sob and Josh with barely any energy reached up to swipe his thumb across Sam’s cheekbone.
Jake broke then, shouting “please!” to get everyone’s attention. “Will someone tell me what is going on?!”
“I know this is a lot for you to take in right now” Danny was trying to sound as calm and composed as he could, but internally he was just as panicked as Jake was. “I need you to listen to me, if Josh doesn’t drink human blood by the time the sun comes up tomorrow morning then he will die”.
“Why are you saying this?” Jake began to cry as well, so absolutely terrified of losing his brother again.
“Here”. Sam reached for Jake's hand, pulling him closer and using his support to help stand up as they traded places while holding Josh’s head up.
Jake dried his eyes on his shoulders, the only comfort he had now being Josh’s weak grasp on his pant leg. “Wait, what are you doing?” He questioned when he calmed back down a bit, watching as Sam pulled his hair into a bun at the top of his head, a determined look in his eye.
Danny quickly caught on to what Sam was intending to do and pulled him aside in an attempt to talk to him one-on-one. “I don’t think that’s a good idea” Jake still managed to overhear him saying. “He won’t have much control, and it’s not been long since the last time…”
“I don’t care”.
“Sam, I can help him find someone-”
“No” Sam abruptly shut him down. “I’m not letting my brother feed on some stranger”.
“Well then maybe we can just give him some in a glass”.
“Does it look like he can drink from a glass right now?” Sam spat out in defiance. “He can hardly hold his eyes open!”
While the two of them were arguing, Jake took it upon himself to find a solution of his own. He searched the area around him for something he could reach to help, his eyes landing on the handle of a knife left sitting out on the kitchen counter just above him. Blindly and as stealthily as he could to not jostle Josh in his lap too much he reached overhead and grasped for the knife, his fingers brushing against the cold steel before he gripped the handle and brought it down.
Just as Sam proved there was nothing Danny could say to stop him he turned back towards his brothers, the air being knocked out of his chest when he saw Jake running the blade against his wrist.
Jake wasn’t sure he really believed them, but he’d do anything to save Josh now. Anything to right his wrong. So as crimson started to pour from his cut he turned his wrist over and pressed it firmly against Josh’s bluish lips.
“Come on Josh, you need to drink it” Sam encouraged him, getting back onto his knees in front of them as he watched the blood run in a line down his chin. In an attempt to help he used his thumb to pry his lips apart, and Jake quickly replaced his wrist as Josh finally closed them back around the hot skin.
As if what little energy Jake had left was flowing from him into Josh, he lifted his arms and wrapped his hands around the wrist at his mouth, his tongue poking out to lap at the opening where blood was still flowing out.
“That should be enough” Danny instructed, still watching from a distance to see if they’d be able to handle it on their own. “Sam” he spoke louder when Josh didn’t even try to stop.
“Hey, you’re ok” Sam cooed, urging Josh to regain focus. “It’s going to be ok”.
Josh released Jake’s arm who pulled it back and accepted a towel Danny offered him to wrap tightly around his cut. He licked his lips and swallowed again, feeling the numbness in his throat subside as warmth trickled down into his stomach.
“Thank you” Josh began to regain control of his voice and muscles as he slowly sat up and wrapped his arms around Sam’s shoulders.
“You scared me” Sam was still shaking as he reciprocated the hug, meeting Jake's equally teary eyes.
Danny put his hand on Sam’s shoulder, helping each of the brother’s back to their feet one by one. “Come on, let's give him a chance to clean up in the shower then we’ll all talk”.
Josh nodded his head, allowing Jake to place his arm over his shoulder and walk with him towards his room and en-suite bathroom.
Sam and Danny spent the time that Josh was showering to clean up the mess in the kitchen. They ultimately decided to just throw the towels away that they’d used to soak up the pool of blood instead of attempting to get the stains out. With everything double bagged in a kitchen trash bag and then in a large black lawn bag Danny offered to take it out to the trash while Sam and Jake went upstairs to also change.
“So Danny is a vampire?” Jake asked once he’d pulled an old black t-shirt over his head, having tossed a change of clothes for Sam to borrow onto his bed. Sam didn’t respond, he didn’t want to start this talk alone but he knew Jake wasn’t going to just drop it that easily. “Seriously Sam? Just when we thought you were getting your shit together”.
“What do you want from me Jake?” Sam turned around and hissed, “Vampire or not, Danny is a great guy. This wasn’t his fault…” The last part he didn’t sound so convinced about. It was like he was also trying to make himself believe it too.
“But he knows why this happened?” Jake continued. Of course he knew there was something else Sam and Danny wasn’t telling them, Jake was too smart to not have his suspicions.
“Let’s just go back downstairs. We’ll explain everything”. And with that Sam pulled the pants on Jake had offered him, not even waiting until he’d finished buttoning them before he was already turning and making his way out the door.
Everyone regathered in the living room, having had enough of the kitchen setting even with the evidence of what had happened almost completely erased. Danny could still smell the faint remnants of blood though, and he’d been stiff as a board trying to be on his best behavior now that everyone was all looking at him for answers.
“Josh?” He began tenderly and cautiously, “do you remember what happened?”
The eyes in the room shifted to where Josh was curled up in the chair with a blanket draped around his shoulders. His hair was still dripping wet from the shower, but for once in his life he didn’t seem phased by the state he was in. “A man,” he began with a crinkle between his brows as he tried to remember every detail he could before it all went black. “Last night I got home from the bar. I couldn’t sleep so I was having a glass of wine in my office when someone knocked at the door”.
“And you let him into the house?” Sam interrupted, though it didn’t quite hit him that he was the only one who really knew the implications of inviting a stranger into your home since he’d met Danny. He and his brother’s were raised in southern hospitality. When some came knocking at your door you let them in with a smile.
“He said he was a detective” Josh used as an excuse for his ignorance - though he couldn’t have known any better. “He was dressed in a suit and he showed me a badge. Said he was investigating a missing person case and the last place they were seen was the bar so he wanted to ask me a few questions. So of course I let him in. I grabbed my glass of wine and led him into the dining room. I asked if he wanted anything to drink and left him at the table to put on some tea. When I came back we talked for a little while. I kept drinking my wine, and let me tell you I’ve had more than one glass of wine after coming home, but this one must’ve really hit me because I started to feel really light headed”.
“He must have spiked your glass with vampire blood” Danny explained. “It can have mind altering effects on humans”.
“And if you die with it in your system…” Sam started to add, but Danny squeezed his hand to quiet him. The last thing they needed was a brand new vampire with little to no impulse control knowing how the transformation process worked.
Josh had already understood what Sam was going to say though, and he realized that whoever this was, they had meant to turn him on purpose. He swallowed hard, still feeling the soreness even though his wound had magically healed already, and finished his story. “I excused myself to get my own cup of tea, and I was getting ready to cut up some lemons for it when he grabbed me from behind and bit me in the neck. Next thing I know I’m waking up on the floor and well, yeah”.
“So do you know who this was?” Jake spoke up next, looking at Danny as he avoided eye contact with Sam. “Why come here? Why us?” He used us liberally even though Josh was the only one who was hurt because Jake considered an attack on any of them was an attack on them all.
“I can’t say for sure without more information,” Danny answered straight, watching as Jake huffed and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “But, I don’t think Josh was the one he was after. I think it was supposed to be Sam”.
Jake finally looked up and met his youngest brother's gaze, his eyes wild with hearing that after what had already happened they were still in potential danger. He didn’t care about details anymore, he just wanted to protect his family. “So what do we do?”
“You two should be safe here now, just don’t let anyone else who you don’t know into the house. And do you have a basement?”
Jake nodded his head, opening a mental tab to take notes on Danny’s instructions.
“Josh should set up a room down there, no sunlight can get in”. Danny turned to speak to Josh directly now, making sure he understood the living conditions he’d have to abide by from now on. “You won’t burst into flames but it’ll burn, like hell”. He waited for him to nod as well, then continued with Jake who was the most alert out of the bunch. “Make sure he goes down before the sun comes up, and if the door has a lock, lock him in there. It will take some time for his mind to get used to the new sleep cycle and if he wakes up during the day he can get confused. It’s for his safety and your own”.
“I will” Jake assured him, but Josh quickly voiced his own opinion on the matter.
“Jake! You have to work! You can’t be here taking care of me. And what about the bar? Who’s going to open for lunch? Terry can’t handle it by himself every day!”
“I’ll call in the morning and tell them I need to take the week off” Jake replied without hesitation. “It’ll be fine, I know a few people who have been looking to pick up some hours anyway. This is where I should be”.
“And I’ll keep an eye on the bar for the time being” Sam chimed in. “Terry and I can take turns opening. And Danny can help me close up until we get all of this figured out”.
“I’ll be able to go back to work right?” Josh looked like he could tear up as he looked at Danny for support, but he wasn’t sure he was even capable of something as simple and human as crying anymore. “I mean, at night right?”
“Eventually, but it would be best to take a few days to adjust. You’ll feel ill for a while until your body accepts the transformation, and then you’ll be hungry…”
If Josh didn’t already look frightened, he really did now. How was he supposed to just ‘adjust’ to needing to drink blood to stay alive? If he could even call what he was now alive at all. He already felt it, like his stomach was full of bile that needed to be expelled but he didn’t want to throw up now, not in front of everyone so they could worry about him even more.
Jake stood and placed his hand on Josh’s blanketed shoulder, the same one that was now bandaged up at the wrist. “I’ll take care of it. I can run by the hospital and take a couple of blood bags. We go through them all the time no one will notice if a few are missing”.
“So it’s settled then. The two of you stay here, lay low, and we’ll check in every day. Sam’s staying with me, it’s the safest place for him to be right now”.
It wasn’t ideal. None of it was. And there were still so many unanswered questions no one had the energy to continue to debate it right now. Even if they spent all night talking about it, nothing would change. Josh was a vampire. The only thing they could do now was accept it and try to move on, together.
“Fucking hell. This shit is harder than it looks” Sam grumbled to himself as he entered in the bar tickets for the fourth time, having had to start over every time he messed it up since he didn’t know how to stop in the middle to fix it. He squinted again at a receipt smudged with the rim of a glass, trying to decipher the tip amount so he didn’t accidentally over or under charge anyone.
“That’s an eight, not a three” Diane pointed a pink manicured nail to the first digit scribbled on the tip line. She’d finished her closing duties nearly an hour ago, so she had just been hanging around watching Sam struggle with a smug grin on her face before she decided to actually get up and help him.
“Right, thanks” Sam tried to act truly grateful, even though all she’d done all night was try to make this job ten times harder for him. What was her deal with him? She had gotten ten times worse recently.
“Where’s Josh anyway? Haven’t seen him in a few days?” She asked, her tone switching to sounding sincere. Contrary to her never ending competition with Sam, she quite liked Josh… and she needed this job so if something was wrong she wanted to know if it was time to jump ship before it sank.
“He’s not been feeling well. Took the week off to recover but he should be back soon”. It had been three days since Sam found Josh laying in a puddle of his own blood, having been turned into a vampire against his will by some unknown enemy that may or may not still be after them. None of that was any of Diane’s business though, so he stuck to the same cover story he’d been using on everyone else who asked where their beloved ball of sunshine was. Hopefully Josh would retain his jovial attitude in his return, otherwise his favorite customers would easily be able to detect something was off with him.
“Are you ready?” Danny came up from behind Sam, Diane’s eye falling on his hand that came to rest on Sam’s hip before she rolled them and left to gather up her jacket and bag.
“I think I’m almost done” Sam replied, tidying up the stack of receipts and paper clipping them together to put into the folder in Josh’s office along with the cash bag in the safe. “Hey, do you think we can stop by and see them for a bit? Terry is opening tomorrow so I have a few hours to spare”.
“Of course, I’m sure Josh would like an update on things here anyway”. Danny had been continuing fixing up everything on their list even while Josh was stuck at home. He needed to keep an eye on Sam anyway, so there was no better place for him to be.
With everything locked up they headed to his brothers’ house, Sam growing more and more quiet the closer they got to the neighborhood until he was parked outside and staring at the lights shining through the windows. They were home. Of course they were, where else would they be?
“He’s going to be happy to see you” Danny tried to read Sam’s thoughts based off of his facial expressions, or lack thereof. Sam wasn’t worried about that though, Josh loved him to death - and after, he knew that hadn’t changed. What did worry him was seeing his brother in this state. He knew Josh had transformed but how much of him had changed? He needed to find out sooner or later.
When they made their way to the door, Sam took the lead and knocked, his fists clenching and relaxing over and over again at his sides as he waited for one of them to answer the door. It was Jake who ultimately cracked it open and stuck his head out, cautious of who could possibly be visiting at this hour.
“Sam?” He answered, though he didn’t pull the door open any wider.
“Hey, can we come in for a bit?” Sam asked, his eyes already trying to look past Jake to see if Josh was nearby.
Jake nibbled on the bottom of his lip for a moment. He looked like he was about to try and find an excuse to tell them no, but after a moment he sighed and stepped aside. “Yeah, come in”.
What’s his deal? Sam wondered as he crossed the threshold first, thinking it odd that Jake was wearing a sweater when it was hot enough to make his hair stick to his forehead. “Everything alright?”
“Hmm?” Jake acted like he didn’t know why Sam was asking that. He closed the door behind Danny and adjusted the ends of his sleeves down around his palms before taking them both to the living room where Josh was.
“Hey! I didn’t know you were stopping by!” Contradictory to Jake’s weirdness, Josh looked excited to see them as he jumped up from the chair and pulled Sam into a tight hug.
“Yeah, we decided to come see you” Sam wrapped his arms around Josh’s too but he had to tap on his back to get him to loosen his grip. “Ouch Josh, you’re squeezing me like a gorilla”.
“Right, sorry seems I don’t know my own strength anymore” Josh pulled back, flashing him a toothy smile.
“It’ll get easier to regulate yourself” Danny said as he too got a hug from Josh.
Maybe nothing really had changed… Sam thought to himself as he watched the two of them hug and laugh as Danny filled him in on where they were with the repairs. He started to feel less worried, at least that was until he looked over at Jake again who was reaching over to clean up a dirty plate from the coffee table and caught a glimpse of something on his wrist.
Sam followed him into the kitchen, the other two hardly even noticing they had left the room. When Jake dumped the scraps into the trash and left the plate in the sink Sam caught his arm and pulled up his sleeve before Jake could shove him off. “Sam! Don’t!” He shouted, alerting Danny and Josh who both found their way to them in just a few seconds.
“What the hell is this?” Sam exposed a unique looking pair of puncture marks on Jake’s wrist, ones that matched a still healing wound he himself had on his inner thigh.
“It’s exactly what it looks like” Jake snatched his arm away and pulled his sleeve back down to cover it again, though in the harsh pull of the material it exposed another bite on his collar.
“Jesus Jake, another?!” Sam pointed at his neck and Jake tried to hide that one too with his hand. “You’ve been letting him feed off of you?”
“And! What else was I supposed to do? Just let him suffer?” Jake spat back in defense.
“No! But it's dangerous! Why didn’t you call us?”
“Because I have everything under control. We’re fine Sam, you see? So why don’t you two just leave already!”
“Jake-” Josh tried to speak, but he himself felt just as guilty about putting Jake in danger. He’d just been so thirsty, but he couldn’t bring himself to hurt anyone. So when Jake kept insisting he didn’t know what else to do.
“Come on, give them a break. Jake looks fine”. Danny tried to calm his boyfriend but Sam only slapped his hand away and ran out of the house. “Are you ok?” He stayed behind to ask Jake.
“I’m fine” Jake bit out. He knew how much blood loss a body could withstand, and Josh hadn’t gotten anywhere close to actually harming him. He was just taking care of what he needed to.
“And you?” Danny asked Josh next, who didn’t respond in time. “I’ll come over tomorrow night and teach you how to feed safely. Just please try to stay in control until then”. Josh’s face scrunched into frustration and he stormed away, Jake following closely behind leaving Danny to go chase after Sam himself.
“I can’t believe him!” Sam fumed as he sped towards Danny’s house. “What if something had happened? How does he think Josh would be able to live with himself if he hurt him?”
“It’s my fault” Danny tried to shift the blame so Sam wouldn’t be mad at his brothers. “I should’ve known the blood bags wouldn’t last long. New vampires always go through more than they need”.
“See!” Sam only continued to get more and more mad. “Jake thinks he can handle this, but what if Josh loses control? What then?”
“This is actually a pretty good thing, if Josh is drinking from the vein instead of a cup then that means he’s handling his transition really well. The bites looked even, his fangs must’ve come in all the way by now. It’s time to teach him to start hunting”.
Sam’s grip tightened on his steering wheel as he pulled up to Danny’s house and he threw the car in park before turning to Danny with a scowl on his face. “I need you to have my back on this Daniel. You don’t know them like I do, this isn’t a good thing”.
“I do,” Danny sighed, once again feeling guilty for not knowing how to help them the right way. He’d never done this before, having refused over the years to turn anyone despite the few that had asked him to. “I’ll say something to him tomorrow, is that alright?”
“Yes” Sam exhaled as well, letting his hands fall off the steering wheel into his lap.
“I’m sorry you’re upset” Danny reached over and tucked some of the loose ends from his bun around his ear. “How can I make it up to you?”
“I just want to go to bed” Sam answered, popping his door open and stepping outside, not even waiting for Danny to follow him as he marched over to the side of the house and stood outside the cellar doors until Danny joined him and unlocked the padlock around the handles.
Danny let Sam enter first, making a solo trip into the house to check on a few things, and also give him a little bit of space to cool off. When he made his own way down into the room Sam was already in bed, his hair let down and his back turned away from the door with the blanket pulled up high around his shoulder. He crawled in next to him slowly in case Sam was already asleep, pausing to brush his fingers against the top of his back just so he could feel the way his body moved with each deep breath.
Though he had dozed off waiting for Danny to come down, Sam rustled first then rolled over. With sleep still trying to pull him under, Sam blinked up at the faint outline of Danny’s form covered in a soft glow from the night lights. One hand reached forward and his palm slid against Danny’s jaw who leaned his head into the touch and closed his eyes. Sam pulled him closer, connecting their mouths as Danny came to lay down next to him.
“I’m sorry” Danny apologized again, his voice a quiet tickle against Sam’s lips.
Sam knew he should probably say something, tell Danny it was alright to ease a little bit of his guilt, but what could he possibly say that would make all of this alright? He had willingly put himself in harm’s way when leaving with Danny the night they met, but he hadn’t expected his brother’s would also suffer the consequences of that rash decision. Maybe guilt is what they needed to feel, guilt for rushing into this relationship without thought to who else could get hurt along the way.
For tonight though, Sam didn’t want to feel guilty anymore. He’d felt guilty most of his life for things that were ultimately out of his control. He has thought that with Danny at least, he was finally in some sort of control. If gambling with his life was any way to gain jurisdiction over fate.
Not wanting to think about blame or guilt anymore, Sam pressed his lips against Danny’s again. Danny kissed him back, not knowing how Sam had gotten over his anger so easily but unwilling to stop and question it as he slid his arm between Sam and the mattress and held him closer. Sam parted his lips, deepening the kiss with a swipe of his tongue that Danny responded to by allowing him inside.
They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other until Sam needed a break to catch his breath. Danny could feel him pressed up against his thigh hard and hot but he didn’t make a move, allowing Sam to call all of the shots tonight. Although Sam had initiated the make out, there was something different about the way he clung to Danny. The way his eyes looked distant and unfocused. Danny chalked it up to all the stress he was under, but a little voice in the back of his head warned him that wasn’t the extent of it. Whatever it was that had Sam acting this way, it frightened him.
“Good night Daniel” Sam whispered, loosening his grip and rolling back over into his sleeping position without another word.
There were still a few hours until dawn, so Danny watched Sam’s back waiting for his breaths to even out again before he sat up and raked his fingers through his curls with a sigh. He could go back upstairs for a while. Take out his frustration on one of the many unfinished projects he had up there, but even in his sleep he didn’t want to leave Sam down here alone. His eyes searched the dimly lit room for something to occupy his mind in the meantime, scanning over the books on the shelf across from the bed until he remembered the one Sam had pulled out and set on the nightstand.
Danny picked the book up and carefully turned over the cover, already knowing what was on the other side. In faded black ink was his father’s name written, something he often did with the books he added to his collection to show their ownership. He examined each letter, every detail of his father’s penmanship from the loop of his ‘g’ to the arch of his ‘r’, and when he was done he turned the next page over and began to read.
It was nearly noon when Sam woke up. Or at least that’s how late it felt, his body feeling heavy and stiff with all the sleep he’d finally managed to get. Danny was still next to him, asleep himself now with a book turned over on the last page he’d read resting against his unmoving chest. He didn’t need to breathe when he slept, so he laid there like a statue with his features carved into a blank expression leading Sam to believe he didn’t get to dream in his sleep either. How boring that must be, having all the time in the world but never getting to dream. He’d go insane.
Sam didn’t think he’d be able to wake Danny, but he was still careful as he climbed out of the bed and tiptoed around to the other side so he could pick up the book and set it back onto the nightstand. He slipped a piece of paper between the pages so Danny would know where to pick back up reading, though he was surprised when he saw which book it was Danny had selected to begin last night. He would have to ask him how it was later.
Today he had to go home for a while. Do some laundry and pack another week’s worth of clothes in his duffel bag. He also needed to go grocery shopping since Danny didn’t have any reason to keep much food stocked in the house. Just as he was pulling his jeans on he heard his cell phone vibrating and when he saw who the contact was he answered it right away.
“Jake?”
“No, it's me” Josh’s voice came through the other end, making Sam grab the phone from where he had wedged it between his ear and shoulder as he put his shoes on.
“Josh? Why are you calling on Jake’s phone? And in the middle of the day?”
“Well, I broke my phone…” Josh vaguely answered his first question but ignored the other. “Sam, I need you. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad”.
“What?” Sam stood up, the laces on his shoes still undone but he didn’t pay them any mind. “What happened?”
“Please…” Sam could hear the tremble in his voice even through the phone. “Just come over, quickly”.
With a glance in Danny’s direction Sam debated trying to wake him up, but the sun was out. What was Danny going to be able to do right now?
“Stay on the phone with me” he replied, grabbing his keys and his wallet and slipping out the door by himself. “I’m on my way”.
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ME TOO when they showed him an ai photo of him as a pirate i was like ahhh that’s weird
It didn’t even look like him anyways
But the ai art for gvf is out of hand
LITERALLY!! and I felt so bad for people who were trying to get him their ACTUAL art! it's just odd and the fandom really needs to stop
“I've been seeing a lot of greta fans using AI... NOT A COOL THING GUYS!!! ITS BAD FOR THE ENVIRONMENT AND ARTISTS IN GENERAL!!! ITS BAD FOR THE BAND!!”
Like who?
I don't really want to call out specific people but I will say it was mostly on instagram from what I saw. People posting AI art of the band and such. ALSO I will say showing Jake an AI edit of himself was strange. Idk who that was but I saw the video. I haven't been seeing as much of the AI art in the fandom as I was before but it's still around. I think people don't understand that even if you are stating that it's made by AI, it's still bad to use. I also just feel like it goes against the beliefs of GVF in general (age of machine for example), I would think. Idk this is just my 2 cents on it
can they kiss already
“Alright. I’ve got an idea. Alright Turpin, do the th— do the thing. Come on old boy.”
this is him btw. his name is batman and I found him outside
I too have a special interest in pirates and own a black cat. maybe I am jake kiszka. maybe we are all jake kiszka