#blade2

You mentally kicked yourself for being so restless. Because of you, Scud was awake, and you knew how desperately he needed the sleep. Blade had been pushing him to his limit non-stop for the past few days, and Scud had been forced to stay awake to complete an invention way into the early hours of the morning. That night was the first night in a week that Scud had been permitted to go to bed early, and of course your stupid period had to come around and ruin it.

You turned around to face him, a small, albeit strained smile on your face. “I’m sorry, Josh. I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you apologized sincerely.

Scud yawned and brought his hands up to his face, using his palms to wipe the remnants of sleep from his eyes. “S’alright,” he mumbled. When his vision was cleared, he looked back at you, his eyebrows furrowing in concern when you let out a quiet hiss. “What’s wrong, Baby?”

You shook your head and sent him—what you hoped was—a reassuring smile. “Nothing. I’m fine. Go back to sleep, okay? You need the rest.”

It was Scud’s turn to shake his head. The inventor slightly pushed himself up onto his elbows, his cerulean eyes staring down at you as he attempted to decipher what had you in obvious discomfort. With one glance down at your stomach, he saw the way you were subtly clutching it, and realization dawned on him.

“Oh,” he began, his gaze turning more sympathetic. “Your sharkweek began, huh?”

You sighed and nodded. There was no point in lying to Scud now. “Yeah,” you mumbled out weakly. “It started about an hour ago. I saw it when I got up to go to the bathroom. I didn’t think the pain would be this bad, though. I thought I could handle it.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “I’m so sorry I woke you. I didn’t mean to.”

Scud sent you a reassuring smile. “It’s fine, Baby. I don’t mind. ‘Sides, I’d hate for my girl to suffer in silence when I could be helpin’ out.” With that, he threw the sheets aside and pushed himself up from the bed. He stretched his body, his bare back on display for your view, before beginning to stalk towards the bedroom door.

You frowned and sat up. “Where are you going?” you called out to him before he could open the door.

Scud turned his head to look back at you. He sent you a smile, his eyes sparkling in the dim glow of the moonlight that fluttered in through the window. “M’just gonna get a few things for you. I’ll be right back.”

Before you could protest, your boyfriend closed the door behind him. You sighed and shook your head, although you could not deny how loved you felt at his actions. You turned and flicked on the bedside lamp, fully illuminating the room.

True to his words, he did not take long at all. In a mere fifteen minutes, Scud was back, carrying a cup in one hand, a hot water bottle in the other, and a bar of chocolate—still in the wrapper—between his teeth. He walked over to your side and placed the cup down on the nightstand, before handing you the hot water bottle and the bar of chocolate.

“Here ya go, m’lady,” he said, playfully bowing. He smiled at the giggle you let out at his theatrics, and moved over to his side of the bed. He got in under the sheets, before grabbing his watch from his nightstand and checking the time. “Huh. Didn’t expect to be productive at three in the mornin’, but here I am.”

“I’m so sorry, Josh,” you immediately apologised. “I didn’t—”

“It’s okay,” Scud cut you off with a light chuckle. He took one of your hands in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You didn’t ask me to do this. I wanted to. God only knows how many times you’ve waited on me when I was sick. I’m a damn baby when I’m sick.” When you laughed at his words, he smiled, before continuing. “I did this because I love ya. You don’t have to feel bad about it, okay?”

You slowly nodded, and leaned forward to capture Scud in a hug. He instantly reciprocated the action, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you, Josh,” you murmured into his chest.

“And I love you, my sweet girl.” A few beats of silence passed, until Scud spoke up again. “Y’know, if all else fails, you know I don’t mind a little blood...”

You laughed and pushed Scud away. “You’re insufferable.”

“Yeah, and yet you love me.”

Scud Frohmeyer was normally the most laid-back of laid-back guys. Whether it was with a joint in his hand or the putting his skills to use for Blade, there were few things that got him worked up. Calm, cool, collected—a perfectly-crafted string of alliteration that accurately captured the inventor’s demeanor.

But when you waltzed into the workshop, arms folded over your chest and a delighted smirk on your face, to say he was caught by surprise would be an understatement. He nearly fell out of his chair at the sound of your voice, your soft but slightly sarcastic “hi there” as Blade introduced you sending his heart straight into his throat.

You worked together for the day, both of you feigning ignorance that you two were already well acquainted. However, when evening came & the dark knight stepped out for a bit, Scud took the opportunity to corner you for an interrogation of sorts.

You were backed against the wall, his piercing blue eyes locked on yours. His arms trapped you on both sides to ensure you wouldn’t escape.

Not that you would have tried to anyway.

As you eyed him up and down, you propped your foot against the wall, arms folded over your chest once again as you leaned back, stifling an amused chuckle. You tapped your other foot, the one with your familiar tattoo on the bottom, on the floor. For a few moments, the only sounds that echoed off the workshop walls were your breathing, your boot, and the faint dripping of water somewhere in the dark.

“The hell are you doin’ here, Y/N?” His tone was a cocktail of flustered and frantic, breaking through the quiet, but not quite echoing to where any prying ears would hear. Even though you two were alone, he still exercised caution with his volume.

“Guess daddy dearest didn’t think you could pull this off all on your own,” you mused, pretending to check over the polish on your nails before meeting his gaze again. That subtle smirk from earlier in the day broke out, bigger this time. “Sent his favorite to help with the job.”

He kept his voice low, leaning in closer, his face merely inches from yours. “You say a word to B—“

“Oh, so you have a nickname for him? It’s almost like you care,” you interjected, your statement booming in comparison to his. The laugh that followed awoke the butterflies in his stomach, sending them into a tizzy.

He’d always been enraptured by your beauty, too nervous to make a move on account of you being the elder’s daughter. Instead, he settled for close proximity, doing his best to make small talk any chance the two of you were occupying the same space.

But it wasn’t just your beauty that captured him. You were feisty, brilliant, and had quite the attitude. And he loved it.

This was different, though. He had a job to do, and as far as he was concerned, you were impeding on it, potentially even a liability, your status as the vampire lord’s daughter be damned.

Little did he know, you shared the same sentiment. On both accounts.

“What makes you think I would say anything?” The sass that laced your words hung heavy in the air as you continued. “We’re on the same side. I won’t say anything if you won’t.” You paused for a brief moment, fluttering your lashes as you dropped your gaze briefly to the floor and back at him. “Josh.”

His stomach nearly fell out of his body, and he unconsciously gripped at his abdomen. It wasn’t the use of his real name that was affecting him. Oh no, it was because you said it. But you didn’t just say it. You spoke it like it was the sweetest thing in the world, the simple name slipping off your lips like honeyed words.

The tension between you was thick enough to be cut with a knife. What type of tension that was…was up for debate.

Pushing himself off the wall, he spun around, his jacket grazing the side of your jeans. You watched as he sauntered off, taking a pack of smokes from his pocket and lighting one. He looked back over his shoulder at you for a split second, long enough to catch you wiggling your fingers in a flirtatious wave.

“This is going to be an eventual few weeks,” you said to yourself, sighing and leaning against the wall again.

There were many words you would use to describe those next few weeks, and eventful was certainly one of them.

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