#vampire buck

vampire buck biting eddie c:

prompt fill for goldenbcnes on twitter as part of @911actions gotcha for gaza!

aka wampire wednesday aka fwangs fwednesday aka fwangs in your neck hahahaha so without further ado, the vampire au i'm working on which will also be an alternate first meeting au and urban fantasy (?) or however you'd describe it! also yes, vampire!buck but not vampire!tommy, he's my special boy hehehehe

little warning if you wanna follow this fic, i won't be very nice to eddie through it but he will be redeemed by the end or at least he'll recognise his actions!

tagging @trombonechurchill @frogsinflannel and @kinardnatural for being hilarious with their vampire puns and bc they seemed interested!

Everyone stands to clap as Eddie poses next to Bobby for the many pictures taken by friends and family. The endorphins, the happiness, the excitement is too much.

Buck feels hot, sweaty, burning. His head hurts, his throat stings. He wants to laugh, to cry.

His probationary ceremony wasn't this big of an occasion. They did it on the loft, food heating up in the oven, Bobby and Buck standing in front of the television while Hen and Chimney watched from the couch and Martinez argued with Samson for the last piece of cheese.

There were no pictures, no clapping, no loved ones. Buck almost wishes they were back there, he wishes there was no one else except the five of them in a quiet room. He wishes…

He feels pain in his bottom lip. His tongue darts out to taste his blood, to feel the way his fangs pierce his skin. He pinches his thigh, closes his eyes, takes a deep breath.

Groans at the headache piercing his skull. At how hot it is. At how much he wants to scream.

He needs to leave. He makes it to the roof door.

He opens the door to the sun, burning bright and hot.

He remembers the discomfort of looking at the sun. Of holding a hand out, feeling his skin warm, burn. He does it again. It's like putting a hand over a hot stove. He pulls it back to his chest, feels it cool against his cold body.

He sighs.

He can still hear the chatter, the music, the celebration behind him, roof door open to give him a shadowy threshold to stand it. His skin itches. He feels like an addict.

He looks out at the expanse of the roof and inhales sharply in surprise.

There's an umbrella.

There have always been lawn chairs spread out over the concrete roof, a space to relax during the moments without calls, enjoy the sun or look up at the night sky.

He remembers the way Chimney had teased on one of his days at the hospital.

"Maybe we'll put an umbrella in the roof for our sun allergic buddy." Chim had laughed, making Buck smile along, not thinking too much about how much it would actually suck.

But he did it. They did it.

For him?

He speeds through the blazing sun until he finds himself under the umbrella's shadow. He exhales in relief as he hears the chair creak under him, breathes the stink of gasoline, trees and food that emanates the air.

He didn't hurt anyone. He didn't lash out, scream, cry, laugh.

He didn't make a scene. He didn't ruin his best friend's special day.

He almost did.

He holds his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees as he leans forward.

"Almost." He sighs.

"Are you okay, kid?"

Buck startles at the strange voice, at the new presence, at the new temptation. He stands, almost hitting his head on the umbrella. He looks out at the man by the roof door whose hands raise in surrender, a concerned look in his eyes even as a disarming smile graces his lips.

"Didn't mean to scare you," The man says and his voice is deep, lulling. "I saw you rush out here and wanted to see if you were okay."

Buck clears his throat. "I-I'm okay." His words sound strange and he brings his fingers to his mouth, feels the pointy end of his fangs. He sighs in defeat.

"That's probably my fault," The stranger winces in sympathy, slowly walking closer. "I shouldn't have startled you. It's not easy to control those urges when you're so new."

Buck frowns, taking half a step back, stopping when he feels the warmth of the sun behind him, the ending of the umbrella's safe haven. He's trapped.

As if he heard his thoughts, the stranger stops walking.

"How did you know?"

vampire!Buck/human!Eddie | 7.7k | E | crazygirl monsterfucker!Eddie

Prepared, Eddie ticks off the facts on his fingers. “We’re trapped underground, no way anyone topside is getting to us before our air runs out, not with all the other people up there who need saving, and the only way you’ll be strong enough to get us out is if you feed. What more do I need to know?” Buck’s face falls, fight starting to drain out of him like bathwater circling a drain. His eyes are sunken into their sockets, and his irises are enlarging, the dark limbal ring around them getting more pronounced. He’s stopped pretending to breathe, so still where he sits. When he speaks, Eddie catches the flash of fangs. If he’s too tired to even try to appear human, he needs this even more than Eddie expected. “It’s just… if I feed off of you, it’s gonna, uh… you’re going to feel it.” “Feel what? Your teeth? Yeah, I expected as much, Buck.” “No,” Buck rubs a hand over the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed for some reason Eddie can’t parse. “No, you’re gonna feel… turned on. You’ll probably get, uh, h-hard, and you probably won’t be able to help it. You’ll lose all your in-inhibitions, and you’ll need to get off.” Oh. Oh, well, yeah, he supposes that does add another layer to things.

it's been a little while since I shared some wip so. have some wip. from keep the streets empty aka post-tsunami vampire buck. written on my phone in the middle of the night and heavily unedited. so. excuse any weirdness. ty.

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Buck doesn't really find himself able to sleep, exactly, but that is nothing new. It used to happen occasionally that his mind felt too busy and his skin itched with energy and he would have to tire himself out to get anything close to a good night's rest, for a couple of days, though it never lasted this long. Maybe it's because he does do that thing the Mythbusters tested once, just resting with his eyes closed and letting his mind wander. It's the only thing to do when the sunlight outside is so bright it hurts his eyes and makes his skin feel tight and sore; it's either go out of his mind with boredom, or curl into the darkest corner of his hideout with his face towards the canyon wall and zone out until nightfall. It works well enough. He's hungry more than he is tired.

Sometimes, when the wind is just right and he's recently helped himself to some food, he can even ignore the hikers on the trail outside, can drift off blissfully unbothered by the iron-sweet scent that usually manages to penetrate the musty scent of stone and earth and his own clothes within the cave.

It's one of those moments, the ones that feel most like real sleep, that find Buck losing his grip on the rock beneath him and instead surrounded by churning water. His throat is sore, and his body aches in ways that feel almost unfamiliar now, and there is something looped around his neck and debris crashing into him with every wave. Something that feels like hair brushes his arm, and it's only the distant bark of a dog that sends him crashing back into his whole, uninjured body in a cave painted orange with sunset.

His chest heaves with breath he doesn't technically need, and he scrabbles at his throat, but the glasses aren't there.

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Eddie: Just because you came back from the dead doesn’t mean you’re a vampire.

buddie + vampire au

starting this because it's Tuesday for me and I may or may not be almost done with some vampire buck part 2 🙊

"Show me your fangs," Eddie said under his breath, and in an instant Buck's lips were parted and there was a little snap as his fangs protruded out over his canines,

Eddie reached up and pressed his fingers to Buck's jaw, letting his thumb press against the sharp edge of one of his fangs and then raising an eyebrow at Buck's smirk.

"What?" he asked, making Buck shrug.

"Just can't believe you've never fucked a vampire before," he murmured. "You've got a real thing here."

"I don't have a thing," Eddie said, letting his hand rest on Buck's shoulder.

"Please," he said, leaning in towards Eddie's neck and nudging at him with his nose. "Just admit it, the vampire thing... it turns you on."

The very end of his tongue traced a slow line along Eddie's pulse for just a moment, and then it was gone, replaced with the softness off his lips and then the tips of his fangs. Eddie's mouth dropped open as he sucked in a breath and closed his eyes at the touch, a shiver racing over his skin as he tilted his head further to the side.

Buck's fangs pressed into him just a little harder, not enough to break his skin, but so close that Eddie could feel the chuckle that left Buck's lips before he was pulling himself back and giving him a haughty grin.

"So, is that good enough?" he asked. "For you to want more of me?"

tagging some lovelies if they wanna share x

they knew from the moment they met that the other was interested: tommy could smell the arousal emanate from buck and buck could hear tommy's heartbeat accelerate as he got closer to him. their first kiss was intoxicating, but also liberating.

they can't really let their guards down, and they have to be extra careful not to accidentally kill the other. but can't help the attraction they feel, pulling them towards each other like magnets.

they also fight, a lot, every little thing sets off an argument and it makes everyone wonder how are they still together, but they don't see the kind of tension that builds during their arguments. it's the kind of tension that follows them home and has them tearing each other's clothes off as soon as they pass the front door, desperate to let the heat consume them.