#vampire!robby

Being Alive

(Inspired by and loosely based off of the song Being Alive from the musical Company by Stephen Sondheim)

It’s important you understand, Robby isn’t lonely. He is in fact, incapable of being lonely. Actually, if anything, he wishes he could be lonelier. God, he is surrounded by people constantly. It feels like the only time he’s by himself long enough to do more than take a piss is when he’s sleeping. He wishes violently for absence. Silence. Maybe even some cold distance between him and anyone else. Even here on the roof, he is never fucking alone.

“That kind of day?” Jack’s voice is rough, but only in the way it always has been as his hands clap on to Robby’s shoulders.

“Is there any other kind?” Robby manages gruffly, hoping Jack didn’t see his flinch at the contact. Not that it’s personal, it wasn’t because it was Jack. He’d have flinched like that if anyone had the temerity to touch him after today.

“Sometimes.” Jack sighed, sidling up beside Robby, hands a few inches away on the metal railing. “When we’re very lucky.”

Robby snorted, pushing off the railing, running his fingers through his hair and down his face. His skin felt tired, irritated from having his dry hands rubbing over the sensitive skin over and over and over again. Residual hand sanitized made for poor skincare. “Well, Lady Luck has not clocked in today I can tell you that much.”

He moved to sit on the railing, looking at what he could see of Jack’s face. “Ready for hand off?”

“Yeah let’s get to it.” He didn’t move, just stared out over the roof at the last glimmers of fall sunlight, and the glow of streetlights.

Acts of Service

(Jack x Reader smut, focused on boot blacking, cleaning Jack’s closed, very subspacey head fucking, likely won’t involve PIV sex, may have a second chapter including an unloaded gun because wowowowowow)

It was a simple request, Jack was covering half a shift for Shen, but he had some kind of fancy meeting event thing for the SWAT team. Actually, “Not fancy.” He had clarified before he left, “I’m supposed to wear my usual gear, but I haven’t had time to get it taken care of since my last shift and apparently important people from the city are going to be there so I’d appreciate it if you could clean it up for me? Make it look nice?” And the fucker had to know what he was doing, all smiles as he looked down at you at the kitchen table, knowing full and goddamn well you lived to take care of him in the infinitely few places you could. “Could you do that for me, baby?”

Fuck yes you could.

He’d left and you’d lurched from the table and into your bedroom, digging through the hamper to find his sweat stained gear, and luckily it was almost entirely bloodless. A little cold water and hydrogen peroxide later the blood was out and the clothes were in the wash on delicates—you’d wash them twice, but you weren’t about to damage those clothes for anything. And that left his boots. You’d searched high and low around the apartment for leather cleaner and came up empty. But that was fine, you’d get some, and he needed new laces anyway.

Which was how you found yourself back at the kitchen table. A paper bag to your right, table covered in old news paper and magazines covering the table top to keep it safe. And Jack’s big fuck you boots right in front of you. You unpacked the bag carefully, lining up your supplies, brushes and soap and polish, a bowl of warm water, microfiber cloths, a razor and a lighter for getting rid of any stray threads or stuck on grime. You started with the laces, pulling them out and throwing them in the empty paper bag. And then with a soft scrub brush you started working away the dirt, the blood, the God only knew what else from the outside of the boots in careful, circular motions. You worked in small sections, one boot at a time, working from the top down, scrubbing gently at the treads. Only enough pressure to lift the grime, not enough to damage the leather or the rubber. And slowly, your mind started to leave. Anxieties replaced with focus of doing a good job for Jack, being good for Jack, making sure when he put this uniform on he thought about you, wanted other people to see how good you were at caring for him. How much he deserved it.

Dust and Ashes

(Vampire!Robby, may eventually include romance but I haven’t decided yet who with or if it’ll even happen, may ultimately just be a really weird AU horror character study)

Robby is in the park reading a book, it is dark and there is only the streetlight to see by. It is cold, fingers growing numb as they curl over the paperback but maybe his time it will have something important to tell him. Maybe, for once, the well worn pages will reveal an important to truth and he will know something. He hears the footsteps on the ground behind him, the squeak of wet grass on a rubber sole, the damp earth shifting and sliding in the mud that is mandatory of a Pittsburgh spring. It is likely someone walking their dog. Or just walking. Or maybe it is a mugger with a gun, and that is a presence he welcomes, too. He doesn’t need to look at the edges of that half formed thought to know what it means. He simply adjusts his posture, one arm spread along the back of the bench, ankle resting on knee to support the heft of his book, letting him rest more comfortably.

“Before him he saw two roads, both equally straight; but he did see two; and that terrified him—he who had never in his life known anything but one straight line. And, bitter anguish, these two roads were contradictory.”

The light above his head, in scarcely the time it took to blink, went out.

One of the more jarring things he found in his very first emergency rotation—how long ago was that now? Who was the child who entered that building and where had he gone?—is how warm bones and teeth are. It made sense of course, how could they be anything else, marrow filled with blood and fat, teeth held snug by the vascular tissue of the gums in the heated cavern of the mouth. So it took him too long to recognize the ice cold things piercing his throat for what they were, teeth and claws.

Bundle of Joy

(Girl Dad!Rabbot, just a lot of rambling about the two of them and their daughter)