MULTI MUSE

“Because that girl that went missing was my friend.” She nearly snapped before letting out a sigh. “Sorry, I just… I need to know what happened. She didn’t just… run away. That’s not like her.”

Ophelia slung her bag off of her shoulder, pulling out her notebook on the mysterious happenings of the house and her first aid kit. “Looks bad.” She said, looking back up at his injury.

Dean can understand that. If it were Sam that went missing, there is nothing in this world that would stop him from finding his brother. He may not have much in the way of friends but Dean knows what it’s like to be loyal to those you do care about. 

Dean isn’t fazed when she snaps at him. It wouldn’t be the first time a woman snapped at him, though it’s usually in very different circumstances. Dean shrugs his shoulders in response to her concern, as if he doesn’t care about how bad the injury is. 

Truthfully, he doesn’t. He’s still got a job to do and he’s not about to let some ghost bastard who sunk his nails into his body and injured him push him out. Sure, having a chest wound is deeply uncomfortable and painful but it’s not a life-threatening sort of wound. 

Dean sighs in response, an indication that he’s giving in. There is no point in arguing with her, he can see the determination in her gaze. A stubborn sort of determination as bright as fire, the kind he’s seen in himself, the kind that screams ‘I’m not leaving’.  

She’s safer with him than she is with anyone else, and he can’t in good conscious let her go into this house alone. He’ll need to explain some things to her, take her to the impala and make sure she has a weapon filled with salt rounds. First things first, let her take care of his chest wound. 

“I’ve had worse. It’s surface level, probably won’t even scar. It looks worse than it is.” The blood pouring from it makes it look bad but Dean’s certain it’s not that bad of a wound. He sighs, giving a nod of his head, before he pulls his shirt off and over his head with a hiss of pain as fabric drags across the long gashes in his chest. The shirt needs to come off in order for her to tend to the wounds. 

“Let me see them.” When she hands the notebook over, Dean begins flipping through the pages. Looks like she’s more open to the supernatural than he had thought, or at the very least it’s something she’s entertaining, even if she doesn’t believe fuily. 

If she doesn’t, he’s about to make a believer out of her. This will change her life. Dean always hates having to do that, he hates giving the all the things that go bump in the night are real speech, because he knows well you can never live a normal life again after learning that. 

“Broken ribs, right. Totally normal for a lawyer to have.” At least she got under his defenses a little to help him. Phee moved to grab the wrappings, hoping she could sustain him well enough until he could hopefully get proper help, though knowing Matt, she figured he’d keep pushing on like normal.

She’s got him there, he thinks. This isn’t exactly normal for a lawyer, though he supposes he can make up some lie about a disgruntled client. It wouldn’t be too far of a stretch to say he got jumped by someone pissed off at him. These are hazards lawyers risk when dealing with dangerous clients. 

Before he can offer that excuse, she makes her doubts very known. She’s not going to believe the excuse, so he doesn’t have a whole lot of options here. There’s only one other option that he can think of. 

“I got jumped. Mugged. Guess some people think a blind man is an easy mark.” That sounds convincing enough, right? He can’t very well go tell her he’s Daredevil, now can he? This’ll have to do and he’s unwilling to give her much more than that. 

Matt takes in a deep breath, hissing on the exhale as she wraps the bindings around him to keep broken ribs in place. He should go to a hospital but he’s not going to, too many questions and a headache that he doesn’t want to deal with. 

No, he gives her a ten-second head start.

It wouldn't be fun if he immediately caught her.

When those seconds are up, the Mega Bat shrieks, a calling card that he was coming. The shingles shriek as the beastie tramples them, large wings spanning out wide so he can take off into the air, a predator on the hunt, the thrill of the chase taking over his very being as he zips right on after her.

This is his favorite part, the hunt, chasing down the people he cares about. It scratches an itch in the back of his brain, the feral animal preening with satisfaction whenever he caught them. He loved seeing how clever they can be, what lengths they'd go through to evade him, but it always ended the same way. Them pinned beneath his bulk.

Visi knew how this was going to end one way or another, but she was more than happy to make it fun for the both of them.

She has to be careful. As fun as this is, she has to make sure she doesn’t overdo it and have an asthma attack in the midst of this so she doesn’t stay invisible long. Running and staying invisble at the same time would certainly send her into an attack. 

So she focuses on running instead. She can practically feel his teeth snapping at her ankles, making her just barely swallow back the yelp of surprise, but it does it’s job and makes her run faster. 

Until she decides she should probably find a place to hide so that she can catch her breath. She quickly ducks behind a nearby car settled on the street. She has to keep her breathing calm or she might give herself away. 

there's a subtle raise to her eyebrows when she hears his thoughts. even as a child she's heard or been told the same thing. her father, her mother, even her auntie had told her that. her siblings always thought she was the coolest person on the planet. humans were a different fight.

she remembers seeing him in the camp, remembers how most of the other men and women working there didn't see anyone except confederate soldiers. it's not easy being a woman raised in the south on the other side of the war, but there's something about being the only kind person that seems to pay off.

she was here after all wasn't she? after losing everything, she still somehow has this so she can't really afford to screw it up. though that would never stop her from being a pain in the ass unfortunately. "oh well that just means i'm doin' my job." she raises an eyebrow. "how about next time you just let me do what i'm good at?" she's not really challenging it, but she absolutely has to keep moving or this isn't going to end well. and she knows they're on borrowed time.

she kneels back down, her hand pressing to his forehead as she bites the inside of her cheek. pulling her bag a little closer she opens her canteen and covers a rag in the water before putting the rag on the man's forehead. she doesn't have to strain to hear his vitals but she checks his pulse anyway. too slow. looking up at james, evvie gives a slow, subtle shake of her head.

There is a part of him that has to bite back the urge to tell her to shut the fuck up. She’s not wrong, and that might be the most infuriating part. He should have just let her do her damn job to begin with but James is so used to doing things his way, all the time. 

He knows there’s nothing that can be done. Deep down, he knows that, and he’s already had to stop himself from saying to leave him here until he’s sure. There’s a bone deep kind of knowing here. He’s seen men die, he’s seen when there’s no saving them, and this guy isn’t going to make it through the night. 

“Yeah, I figured as much.” James lowers his voice to meet hers, because as insensitive as he’s about to be when he speaks next, he doesn’t want the man’s family to hear him speak so coldly. His voice is a near whisper, he glances over at the man’s family who thankfully is distracted by his wife. 

She does feel it. Despite their rocky start, despite everything that happened between the moment they met and now, she feels his warmth and his affection, she feels his love and adoration. She feels it in every quick kiss to her face, she feels it in the way he smiles against her skin. 

She loves that smile and being the cause of it. She loves it even when it’s wide and completely dorky. She especially loves it when it makes him look like a love-sick fool. If he’s a love-sick fool, what does that make her? An even bigger one? 

She was hoping he’d say that. She loves being watched, and watching in turn, but what she loves even more is having his hands on her, his mouth on her, and his cock inside of her.  

This need is not overwhelming just yet but it’s enough that she would have been disappointed if he had decided to just let her take care of how horny she feels by herself. Maybe even a bit rejected given how she’d felt before climbing into his lap and settling there like he’s her throne to settle on. 

There’s a laugh that falls from her lips as she’s tossed. It’s light, gentle, but the bed dips with her weight and the way she’s bounced. She hardly has time to shove herself back up, he easily turns her over so that she’s on her belly.  

She can’t even bring herself to complain with his lips against her neck, teeth nibbling enough that she feels the sting of it, and it earns shudders and gasps from her. He kisses down her spine and she arches her back into it, as if trying to invite him in for more kisses and bites along her spine. She then stretches her arms out across a pillow, eyes fluttering shut as she releases a pleased hum, one of utter content as he slowly kisses her like they’ve all the time in the world, taking his sweet time with her, and for once she does not complain. 

she doesn't have to read his mind to know what he's thinking. there is something so familiar to her given she's dealt with it for years. on top of her ability to read minds. the way he had covered his ears was all too familiar which was why she was going to work on the protection charm first. he needs to be able to exist in life and at work without feeling that way. it would also still keep him safe from hunters. for now the only ones who knew he was a vampire at all, were the two of them and maddie. for now that has to be good enough.

okay next step, finishing up everything that gets them out of here. when robby disappears to change, evvie runs a hand through her hair, messy, unkempt and tangled. given the night she knows she's lucky that's all she's going to be dealing with, well that and the fact that she absolutely looks like shit. there's barely any energy left in her. enough to get them out of here and to her car? maybe? fuck.

it was going to be a long few days. truthfully she has all the confidence in the world that robby can pick up being a vampire pretty quickly. plus maddie's on speed dial so she has a plan b.

when she drops off the discharge papers, she takes an extra minute to just let herself take a breath as it all hits her again. despite everything, she was so scared that she missed the window, that robby wouldn't wake up and she was going to have to tell everyone what happened. fresh tears fill her eyes and she doesn't bother keeping them back. the only thing she does do is keep herself standing, her leg is sore enough, she doesn't need to deal with any extra pain.

after a few minutes when she's sure he's ready, she wipes her eyes and tries to make herself look as normal as possible before stepping back into his room. "okay, that's dealt with. you will absolutely look a little more like yourself when you have more to eat, by the way." she takes in his appearance when she gets back into the room. "but you also got shot so honestly the fact that you're standing is a miracle. of course i also don't look great which is why we will go hunting soon." perks of knowing robby and seeing him everyday, again, she doesn't have to be able to read his mind.

though the absence of his thoughts still feels a little destabilizing.

when he says he trusts her, she nods. "okay we have to leave the room. i can't explain that to the cameras and i know all the blind spots." she heads towards the door after grabbing her bag and the bag of the rest of robby's old clothes. she doesn't want him touching the charm by accident so she takes that one. limping towards the door, she heads into the hall, waving to the nurse and turning away from the elevators. she glances up at the cameras briefly until she finds the blind spot. putting her hand on his arm, evvie takes a breath, waving her free hand.

once they're outside, evvie finally takes a breath. it's been maybe five hours since they were last outside so it's still dark, thankfully. her car is far enough away from where everything happened. she can't think abut how she would react to see that spot, let alone how robby would feel about it. she makes a note to call and report the shooter, though that would mean robby would have to make a statement. she doesn't want to put him through that.

the drive to her house, from her end anyway, is mostly silent. the radio fills the car, though it's quiet so she doesn't overwhelm robby, and it was another instance of missing hearing robby's thoughts. truthfully, she doesn't like not being able to hear his thoughts and it makes her panic because what if he starts lying to her? what if he slips further and she can't help him? she grips the wheel tighter and pulls into her driveway.

there's a moment where she just sits in the car, leaning her head against the steering wheel. "i just need a minute. the blood from maddie should be in the cooler on the counter and there's some in the fridge. just don't drink it all, we're going to head out once i fix your charm plus oddie's coming this weekend." she smiles tiredly at him but keeps her head on the steering wheel.

she takes about ten minutes before heading inside, greeting goose and taking comfort in the service dog who definitely started pawing at her the second she walked in. she heads into the living room and grabs the protection charm, setting it up on the coffee table as she gets to work fixing it. there's a moment where she thinks she should feed first but really she's giving robby time to feed unchecked. if he even is feeding, she's so focused she doesn't notice.

it takes a lot of energy, but little effort, if that makes sense. the protection charm is already made, the intention has shifted slightly and the metal was turning from silver to gold. the actual work takes her about fifteen minutes and now she really needs to feed. "hey dad i fixed your protection charm. it's not completely different but it's gold and honestly, pax is still perfect. this will help with how overwhelming everything is." she smiles, setting the charm down on the counter.

without hesitation she grabs one of the blood bags and punctures it with her half protruded fangs. she started drinking like it was the only thing she's had in days. "how are you feeling? since leaving the hospital i mean." she pauses. "okay that's kind of a stupid question, sorry."

Robby’s barely had any time to process anything. He hasn’t processed that he’d been near death, he hasn’t truly processed that he’s now a vampire. In the small span of time he’s in the bathroom, he realizes that this is something he’ll have to sit with and process later. 

For now, all that matters is getting the fuck out of here before he loses his damn mind. He feels like if he stays here any longer, he will. He should have thought about his sensitivity to sounds but when he was dying, he wasn’t exactly thinking about much other than surviving. That had been the pure primal instinct that he had focused on. He hasn’t processed that, either. That he’d thought he wanted to die but instead he’d begged her to not let him. 

When she comes back, it’s not hard for him to tell she’s been crying. She’s his daughter, no matter how good she is at hiding it from everyone else, she can never really hide it from him and now that he’s a vampire, he can smell the salt of her tears in the air, he can almost taste it. 

What a strange feeling. 

Robby hesitates because he’s unsure if she wants him to bring it up. Asking if she’s okay sounds like a pretty stupid question, so he won’t do that. Neither of them are okay right now but....maybe they will be. Maybe in time, they will be. 

Hunting. Will they end up having to kill someone? Will he finally break his do no harm vow? Fuck – he hopes not. Robby didn’t think about this kind of consequence, the idea of killing someone seems to make him visibly uncomfortable. No one needs to know what he’s thinking when his body tenses and speaks loud enough for him. 

His eyes zero in on her limp and the guilt starts to claw inside of him. Guilt is an awful beast, one that he struggles to contain on a daily basis, one that renders him silent. He wants to ask, opens his mouth to do so, but he can’t quite find the words right now as if the guilt has stolen his voice from him. He decides, instead, to let it go.  

For now. 

He’ll keep an eye on her limp as they move. It’s more pronounced than it usually is. He did that, didn’t he? He forced her into that kind of pain because he’d forced her to be overexerted from her magic. 

Is he really this goddamned selfish? 

He’s thankful the radio is low. It fills the silence yet isn’t an overwhelming attack on his senses. He’s out of her car and inside her house in no time, with a gentle. “Hey, I’m okay. You’re okay. It’s going to be fine.” As his parting words, though he doesn’t know how comforting that is. 

Once he’s inside, it feels like he can finally breathe again. Not that he needs to do that anymore, he thinks, but being in her house makes him visibly more comfortable than he had been before. Not quite as tense as before, though still somewhat uncomfortable because of how hungry he is. 

He recalls her saying that there’s blood in the fridge, so he makes a beeline for it. He takes a bag out and settles at the counter, using his fangs to tear the plastic open so that he can down the blood. He does it fast, like he can’t quench his thirst fast enough. He doesn’t care if he makes a mess of his face, blood staining his lips and dripping down his chin like the messy eater a new vampire is expected to be. 

Robby hears her come inside and once again hesitates, wanting to check on her, but unsure of what to say. She doesn’t pay attention to him, likely giving him some privacy to down the rest of the blood bag, which he does and tosses carefully in the trash. 

It is only when he hears ‘hey dad?’ that Robby actually looks up and in Evvie’s direction, crossing the distance between himself and the room he finds her sitting in. He should have probably cleaned the mess from his face but he’ll worry about that later. 

He walks over to the protection charm to pick it up. It doesn’t burn or hurt with the change from silver to gold, and he looks over at her, tilting his head at her with fondness in his brown eyes. The affection he has for her is always there.

“Thank you.” Not just for the protection charm, either. “For everything. I know this had been....difficult on you.” That’s an understatement. “I’m sorry I even put you in that position.” Getting shot may have not been his fault but asking to be turned had and he’s unsure how she feels about it. 

They haven’t exactly talked much about it on the way here. 

He puts the protection charm on and suddenly all the loud noises aren’t so loud. He doesn’t hear the birds fluttering about in the trees, or the dog consistently barking three houses down, or the laughter of children four houses down. It’s a relief. 

“I’m okay.” Sort of. “Hey. No.” Robby shakes his head quickly. He’s sure Maddie is great at dealing with newly turned vampires but that’s not who he wants. He doesn’t want someone he doesn’t know to teach him. Unless... 

“If you want to call her, you can, but....I rather you teach me.” He trusts Evvie, he can’t say the same for Maddie, a woman he’s never even met before. “You’re not going to let me down.” That, Robby is certain of. But, he does have questions. 

Harley missed this more than she can properly express. The feeling of being obsessed over that makes her heart pound heavy in her chest, the feeling of his hands on her touching her in a way only he can, making her feel the way only he can. 

Harley releases a pleased hum as his thumbs rub over her nipples, causing them to harden and to become more sensitive than before. It doesn’t take much for him to get her turned on, especially not when she feels his cock hot and heavy against her thigh, making her realize how much she missed him being inside of her. How much he truly missed her. 

The tearing fabric makes her squeal, throwing her head back in a gleeful laugh. “Puddin’! That was my favorite pair of panties!” She doesn’t have to ask him, she knows he’ll replace them, and it’s thrilling to know he’s like a crazed beast that can’t get inside of her fast enough that he’s literally tearing her clothes off of her. 

Her legs part instantly, submitting to him without a fight as he slips two fingers inside of her and her walls clench around him instinctively before she unclenches and lets herself relax, letting out breathy hitching gasps every time his thumb circles over her clit, giving her a tiny taste of the pleasure he’s going to overwhelm her with soon enough. 

Her head lolls to the side, giving him room to bite down and leave teeth marks into her skin, and in the next moment she’s being lifted. Her legs wrap around his waist instinctively and she releases a soft cry of pleasure as he thrusts up into her, mercilessly shoving himself deep inside of her. 

But, they both know she likes it when he has no mercy for her. Her hips rock, trying to urge him to impale himself in her over and over, to start moving and give her exactly what she wants. He does without much convincing, thrust after thrust causing her to gasp out, those gasps turning into moans as her nails sink into his shoulders. 

And it isn't as if she's trying to pry, they'd really been nothing but casual until that moment. Something quick just to feel something good. That's something Kate knew better than most. This, though, wasn't something to be ignored. It needed to be dealt with. So Kate takes a deep breath, counts to ten while watching the fear slide over Visi's face.

"Courtney." She says solidly, taking her hands gently. "It doesn't have to be alone. We care about you, not just me but the rest of the Z Team and Robert and Blazer too. People have your back now, whatever you need."

After a quick pause to let those words hopefully sink in, Courtney was insecurity wrapped in dirty jokes and sarcasm on a good day, she continued. "What do you want? That's what matters the most right now." Whatever Courtney wanted to do, Kate was steadfast with zero judgment.

When Kate takes her hands into her own, Courtney glances down at their hands, but she doesn’t pull away. It surprises herself when she knows any other time and she’d have pulled away so fast that one would have thought the touch burned her. 

It doesn’t have to be alone. 

Courtney scoffs. If she tells Blazer and the Z-team about this, they’re going to bench her, or start treating her like she’s fragile glass. She doesn’t want either of those things to happen, she can’t tell them. Not yet, at least. That’s assuming she even keeps the baby. 

“I don’t know what I want. I was considering getting....rid of it.” But it feels wrong, so very wrong to her. Not that she’s against that choice for anyone else, but for it just feels like giving up on a child, like her parents had. 

“I’m not going to be a good parent, Kate. Gonna be a pretty shitty mom, actually. So – I shouldn’t keep it. That’s not fair to the child and you don’t have to stand there and make false promises, okay?” They’re just some casual fling, why the fuck would Kate want to be here with her through this? She didn’t ask for a child, why would she want to help Courtney? 

It doesn’t make any sense to her. No one signs up for a random baby that isn’t even theirs. Not unless they’re adopting or something and Kate’s certainly not doing that and then there’s the matter of the father.....she doesn’t want to tell him. Is that fucked up? It feels fucked up. 

❝ you occupy my thoughts. day and night, even in dreams you're there. i want you to never stop haunting me. ❞

❝ i am eternally yours. until the stars go out. and maybe, even after that. ❞

❝ my heart bleeds the color of your soul. i would cut it out and put it in your palms if i could. ❞

❝ it's like you have knit yourself around my ribs. i could no more cut you out than i could remove my own lungs. ❞

❝ you are woven into my soul and i dare not cut a single thread. ❞

❝ i am yours, body and soul, to do with as you wish. ❞

❝ i don't require you to love me back, or to care for me as i do you. only let me be here, let me devote myself to you. that would be enough. ❞

❝ i want to trap your smile in a bottle and take it out when no one else can see. ❞

❝ you belong to me and i to you. ❞

❝ do not look away from me. i cannot bear it when i do not occupy your vision. ❞

❝ i will follow you. to the ends of the earth, to the very gates of hades and whatever might lay beyond. ❞

❝ i will always be here. no matter how far you go you can always come home to me. ❞

❝ tell me all the places you have been hurt, every rejection, every scar. let me love you in all the places where you have burned. ❞

❝ i will not ever let you go. ❞

❝ you cannot escape this. you cannot run away from the love we share. ❞

❝ what we have is deeper than words could capture. ❞

❝ i will be anything you desire. i pluck out the parts of me you find distasteful and stuff your love in the craters left behind. ❞

❝ tell me what you wish of me and i will do it. ❞

❝ i could spend all day merely watching the air in your lung. i would count every blink. i would cherish every sigh from your lips. i could watch you merely exist for the rest of my life. ❞

❝ don't let go of me. i think if you lost me i would die. ❞

❝ i will cut out the tongues of every man who has wronged you. ❞

❝ i wish i could crawl inside you and make a home out of the hollows of your bones. ❞

ACTIONS:

WATCH: for sender to watch receiver sleep.

WATCHED: for sender to wake up and find receiver watching over them.

DISCOVER: for sender to find a journal full of sketches receiver made of them and sender finds them looking at it.

DISCOVERED: for receiver to find a journal full of sketches receiver made of them.

FOLLOW: for sender to stalk receiver, claiming they're doing it to protect them.

FOLLOWED: for receiver to stalk sender and claim they're protecting them.

GOING: for sender to take receiver to a secluded cabin for a romantic getaway.

GONE: for receiver to take sender to a secluded cabin for a romantic getaway.

SACRIFICE: for sender to kill someone who wronged receiver as a grand gesture.

SACRIFICED: for receiver to kill someone who wrong sender as a grand gesture.

CAUGHT: for sender to catch receiver staring at them.

CATCHING: for receiver to catch sender staring at them.

REVEAL: for sender to slowly undress themselves while receiver watches, but doesn't touch.

REVEALED: for receiver to slowly undress themselves while sender watches, but doesn't touch.

BATHE: for sender to bathe receiver, meticulously and tenderly as if serving them.