shut up, I'm not writing this. Commentboxing does not count.
John had the corner apartment, so he had a better view of the city than Harry did next door. While the vampire rooted took the hurricane lamp into the next room to look for a box of candles, Harry sat in the chair at the window in the pitch black and looked out.
It was strange. Chicago wasn't supposed to be this dark. There was no moon tonight and the buildings and streets were dark. In some of the windows across the street, Harry could see faintly glowing lights. Nothing electric. All soft flames in the blackout. Everything felt unbalanced.
Harry didn't know when John came back. The dark was thick, unbroken by the hurricane lamp. Harry assumed John could see in the dark and had abandoned the lamp. "It's weird," Harry murmured. "I've lived here for years. First time I've seen the stars. With all the light pollution gone, they seem really bright."
John closed in until Harry could see him out of his peripheral vision. "Hm. Strange, isn't it? It's a perfect night, but so many souls are awake," he said with equal quiet. "Even though the city itself is asleep."
Harry nodded. It was almost nice, like this. He didn't want it to last because he needed to go to work to make money to pay his rent, and that wouldn't happen with the blackout. But for the moment? It was nice.
John offered a box to Harry, presumably the candles. "Thanks. Now I can look around, see if I have anything in my kitchen that doesn't need electricity to cook."
"Hungry?"
"Starving, you? Oh." He felt his face redden. "Sorry, stupid question."
"I am," John said mildly, and Harry wished there was enough light now so he could see the vampire. "Stop it. I'm not going to bite you without your permission."
I'm still not sure I believe you, because this? Totally works for me. Commentboxing is *definitely* good by my standards.
Tell you what; you can write all the non-fills you want, and I'll smile and nod and say they aren't fills while totally and not-so-secretly believing they are. :) Sound fair?
I love the quiet moment this starts out with, because it's true - without all the light pollution, the city does look different, and the sky's changed, and it's one thing to know it and another to actually see it.
Harry is also adorable in how he's so relaxed around John, but also sort of feelings out in the whole "okay, vampire. lived next to me for a while, hasn't killed me yet, what do I do now?" way, and his "I don't know if this is okay" sort of awkwardness. :)
There wasn't much in his apartment. Harry found some PopTarts, a few cans of warm Coke, and some coldcuts (that were fast becoming luke-warm cuts with the fridge powered down). He scarfed down the PopTarts, but made the pastrami into sandwiches and brought them back nextdoor.
At John's inquisitive eyebrow, Harry said, "Makes no sense to waste the light. Might as well share." He held out a sandwich wrapped in a paper towel. "You eat people food too?"
John stared down at the offering. "You didn't put garlic in it in some immature attempt to kill the monster next door, did you? Because I don't appreciate such cliches."
"Pastrami and provolone on white, I promise."
So somehow they ended up on the sofa eating. John only had one half of his sandwich, claiming to not require more fuel than that. Harry would've questioned further, but he was hungry and glad to have more for himself.
It was getting cold. Chicago in late winter was chilly and the A/Cs had been out for almost a day now. Harry was dressed warmly, but the temperature continued to drop. John eyed him keenly as he stuck his hands in his pockets. "A moment," he said, then left the room, steps certain in the black.
John brought a thick blanket back, handing it off to Harry. It was cushy in his hands, likely a comforter of some sort. He thanked John and nudged off his shoes, curling his legs up on the sofa and laying the blanket over him. "Lemme guess, you don't do the whole cold thing?"
"Correct," John said, taking his seat next to Harry again. "I feel heat and cold, but it doesn't hurt me as it does you. I don't have need to keep my core temperature around 98.6 as you do."
"How'd it... happen? Have you been alive for centuries or something?"
John smiled, sharp teeth unabashedly on display. "No. I was overseas with my troop on a peacekeeping operation about... fifteen years ago, I suppose. I worked closely with our local liaison and translator. We became friendly."
"And he bit you?"
"He saved my life. I'd taken a bullet and was bleeding out. He turned me so I wouldn't die."
"Oh." Harry went quiet again, looking down at the blanket. He caught some frayed threads between his fingers and started braiding them absently. "I'm... sorry? I guess? I'm not sure what to say."
The vampire shrugged. "It's fine. I haven't lived long enough to be discontent with my supernatural immunity. I'm fine with my situation."
John, the friendly neighborhood super-well-adjusted vampire. Harry shook his head, smiling.
Harry was starting to kind of like sitting in John's apartment. The view was, as mentioned, better. The sofa was comfy, as was the blanket. It was clean and tidy in a very endearingly OCD way. Even the CD rack was alphabetized.
And John was good at quiet. Harry was aware of his neighbor before today, but didn't really know him. Yet they were already getting really good at comfortable silence. Usually you had to know someone for a while before you could resist the impulse to fill any gap in the conversation with noise. But here, in the dark peacefulness?
So Harry was surprised when John stood up and went to the window, movements quick and lacking his usual grace. "You should leave."
Harry lifted his head from where it'd been resting on the arm of the sofa. He'd been working steadily towards a nap. "What?"
"Go back to your apartment." His tone was hard, but lightened when John glanced sideways to smirk at Harry. "You can borrow the blanket. Just give it back later."
"Did I do something wrong?" He tried not to sound like he was whining. It was just that he was looking forward to that nap. It was hard to sleep in his own apartment, alone in the blackout. There was that creepy paranoia that someone might break in while he was sleeping.
"Not expressly. But you're still here," John said, giving Harry a significant look.
"Okay?"
He snorted. "I'm getting hungry, Mr. Dresden. My iron control has its limits. One such limit is sharing my space with a... with you."
Harry sat up straighter. "With a what?"
"Best I don't answer that. You wouldn't understand." His smile turned somewhat bitter.
"Try me. I mean, I haven't felt the urge to search for any sharp, stake-shaped objects yet." He knew he sounded defensive there. But he hadn't done anything to make John think he wasn't okay with the vampire thing. The cageyness was bothering him.
John slinked back over to the sofa, leaning down with one hand on the armrest. "With a warm, hot-blooded man who is falling asleep on my sofa." His eyes gleamed in the dark, almost glowing. "Do you know why vampires tend bite people as they sleep?"
Harry put all of his focus on not moving away, pressing back into the cushion. He had asked. "No?"
John bent further down and inhaled deeply. Then he grinned, something wild to the look on his face. "Sweeter taste. And the melatonin is rather nice. Mellow and heady." His breath gusted over Harry's mouth.
In the next instant, he stood up straight and backed away. "Clear enough, Harry?"
John continued to stand at the window, posture somewhat stiff. Harry watched him, thinking. He didn't want to leave was the thing. He knew he had some weird issues; he either shut himself away like a hermit or he refused to be alone. Right now, he wasn't feeling the need to be isolated, so he was extremely reluctant to go. Not when he felt so ensconced. John was perhaps the only person who could make you feel welcome while telling you to get out.
"So," Harry asked, loudly cutting through the silence. "How often does someone give you permission?"
John turned very slowly to Harry, face pulled into a confused grimace. "Come again?"
"You said you don't snack without permission. How often do you get permission?"
John stared at him for a long moment. "Less often than I'd like," he answered carefully.
"And you can bite someone and not turn them?" Informed consent was a good thing. Harry read about it in a magazine once.
John took one step forward, then seemed to change his mind and backed away again. "It takes concerted effort to turn someone. It's not something down lightly or by accident."
Harry nodded, mulling that over. "Okay. Cool." He shifted on the sofa, laying his head back down and pulling the comforter more snugly around himself. "I might doze off for a bit."
"I... all right." He sounded very uncertain.
"I'm just saying. I know the risks and I'm okay with them." He shut his eyes pointedly and relaxed into the couch, into that electric feeling of being safe in a monster's den.
i laughed at that too, because oh harry. but then i thought about it in context with harry's autonomy issues and went, "how can it be something you don't automatically know?" and it was all sad making D: D: D:
no, you're absolutely right--it was laughing with an edge of HORRIFIED, because seriously, if the closest he's ever gotten to informed consent is reading about it in a magazine... that's pretty damn sad. and actually, the whole "I don't want to be alone, so I'll let someone use me so they won't kick me out" thing is pretty sad too.
it was a well-done fill, with hot and funny layered over so much OW. appropriate for Harry.
I think that should be a prompt: Marcone finding out about Harry's complete obliviousness toward informed consent and being horrified and pissed. He finds out about Harry's obliviousness by that very comment: "read about it in a magazine."
sorry, didn't mean to get any Fridge Horror in your silly vampire Harlequin. But yeah, yes to all that. Because I can't just write a fluffy fill, noooo, I have to at least mention Harry's issues.
He did sleep for a while like that, tucked up with his long legs bent to fit across the seats. But it couldn't have been too long before he was woken up by John.
It might've been the grip around his wrist that woke him up, a cool-skinned, stern hold. It was that or the small, sharp pain in his arm. He instinctively tried to pull his arm away from the hurt, but it was held fast and he couldn't manage it. "Hey, ow."
John withdrew his mouth from Harry's arm. "Did I misunderstand you, Mr. Dresden?" When Harry just blinked blurrily at him, he elaborated, "Permission, Harry."
"Oh. Uh, yeah." Harry nodded slowly, eyes locked to John's mouth. It descended on his arm again and there was that pain again, where teeth were opening two cuts. John broke the skin, then licked broadly over the marks.
That was weird. Harry frowned as the pain faded to numbness, a warm, dreamy feeling replacing it. "What..."
"Low-grade narcotic effect. Meant to placate prey," John explained readily. "It'll fade." And he ducked his head, licked over Harry's arm again, and then wrapped his lips around the bite mark. There was a pull, and...
Harry lay his head back on the sofa, gasping. He could feel John doing his vampire thing, but it was all mixed up in his head. He felt the suction, a faint flare of pain when John's tongue touched the punctures in Harry's skin, but it was getting lost in the distant numbness and the drowsy leftovers of sleep. It was some crazy dissonance, watching through half-lidded eyes as John set his mouth on Harry's arm and drank deep.
Maybe he should have worried over how much blood he was giving up. Maybe he should have told John to stop. Maybe...
Maybe he'd just sag back into the sofa and let himself float for a while. Because when Harry Dresden went looking for trouble, he did it was a single-minded determination that was almost admirable.
The first thing Harry did upon waking up again was run his tongue over his teeth. No fangs in place a canines. So he was alive and unturned.
The next thing he did was notice the sun was shining on his face. It took a few long seconds for the implications of that to sink in, but then he opened his eyes and looked around. It didn't take long to locate John; he was laying on the cushions behind Harry, squeezed between him and the sofa back.
Barely thinking, Harry grabbed the comforter and pulled it over both of them, blocking out the rising sun.
John's eyes opened, taking in Harry holding the blanket over them like a shield. "Harry."
"Sun's up."
"My windows are all tinted to hold out the worst of the UV light. I do live here, you know," he chided, a smile curving his lips.
That made sense, Harry conceded. He lowered the comforter. "So." Where to even start? There was a weird intimacy to having had a vampire feed on you. Harry's wasn't sure what to do with that.
"Breakfast? I think it's customary to cook after you've had someone over."
Harry's eyes widened. "You didn't... we didn't..." He made a gesture between them.
John rolled his eyes. "No, I didn't think that was a good idea for your first bite."
"Wait, so vampires do that?" He tried not to sound too appalled.
The vampire pushed himself up to sitting. "I would explain the basic connection between blood and sex, but you don't look quite up for it." He reached out and took Harry's hand. There was an ace bandage taped to his arm, neat and clean. John examined it carefully. He nodded, satisfied. Maybe vampires were big on taking care of their meals. Thoughtful, in an insane way. "Shall we see if any food is surviving the blackout?"
Harry let John lead him to the kitchen, wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into this time.
I've now written Harlequin vampire romance. Okay then. :goes to bed:
OMG, it was so awesome to wake up and find *this* in my inbox! :)
I love the way Harry doesn't want to be alone, and keeping company with a vampire is an acceptable solution to that. And that he'd just fall asleep on his neighbor's couch after said neighbor has informed Harry that he is a vampire. And that he thought to feed John. And that Harry is just so adorable without even trying. And the whole "That hurts."-"You said I could bite you, no?"-"Well, yes."-"Okay then." and then John makes it not really hurt. :)
Yes, I loved pretty much all of it. You deserve cookies. And cheesecake. And any other desert you desire. :)
-OP (who still loves you lots and lots and is hoping she is coherent on how awesome this is.)
*perks up* more? Please? If I turn into a version of oliver twist who craves vampire!John instead of food?
or maybe Harry does. :)
H:"You want to bite me where?" H:"Is that really safe?" H:"...okay." *indefinite amount of time later* H:"So when are we doing this again? Also, when do you feed me, you know, real food?"
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this is still not a fill
John had the corner apartment, so he had a better view of the city than Harry did next door. While the vampire rooted took the hurricane lamp into the next room to look for a box of candles, Harry sat in the chair at the window in the pitch black and looked out.
It was strange. Chicago wasn't supposed to be this dark. There was no moon tonight and the buildings and streets were dark. In some of the windows across the street, Harry could see faintly glowing lights. Nothing electric. All soft flames in the blackout. Everything felt unbalanced.
Harry didn't know when John came back. The dark was thick, unbroken by the hurricane lamp. Harry assumed John could see in the dark and had abandoned the lamp. "It's weird," Harry murmured. "I've lived here for years. First time I've seen the stars. With all the light pollution gone, they seem really bright."
John closed in until Harry could see him out of his peripheral vision. "Hm. Strange, isn't it? It's a perfect night, but so many souls are awake," he said with equal quiet. "Even though the city itself is asleep."
Harry nodded. It was almost nice, like this. He didn't want it to last because he needed to go to work to make money to pay his rent, and that wouldn't happen with the blackout. But for the moment? It was nice.
John offered a box to Harry, presumably the candles. "Thanks. Now I can look around, see if I have anything in my kitchen that doesn't need electricity to cook."
"Hungry?"
"Starving, you? Oh." He felt his face redden. "Sorry, stupid question."
"I am," John said mildly, and Harry wished there was enough light now so he could see the vampire. "Stop it. I'm not going to bite you without your permission."
"Oh, but you would if I told you it was okay?"
"Of course."
Re: this is still not a fill
(Anonymous) 2011-03-06 04:53 am (UTC)(link)Tell you what; you can write all the non-fills you want, and I'll smile and nod and say they aren't fills while totally and not-so-secretly believing they are. :) Sound fair?
I love the quiet moment this starts out with, because it's true - without all the light pollution, the city does look different, and the sky's changed, and it's one thing to know it and another to actually see it.
Harry is also adorable in how he's so relaxed around John, but also sort of feelings out in the whole "okay, vampire. lived next to me for a while, hasn't killed me yet, what do I do now?" way, and his "I don't know if this is okay" sort of awkwardness. :)
-OP (still loves you. a lot.)
yeah yeah, Fill 3/?
At John's inquisitive eyebrow, Harry said, "Makes no sense to waste the light. Might as well share." He held out a sandwich wrapped in a paper towel. "You eat people food too?"
John stared down at the offering. "You didn't put garlic in it in some immature attempt to kill the monster next door, did you? Because I don't appreciate such cliches."
"Pastrami and provolone on white, I promise."
So somehow they ended up on the sofa eating. John only had one half of his sandwich, claiming to not require more fuel than that. Harry would've questioned further, but he was hungry and glad to have more for himself.
It was getting cold. Chicago in late winter was chilly and the A/Cs had been out for almost a day now. Harry was dressed warmly, but the temperature continued to drop. John eyed him keenly as he stuck his hands in his pockets. "A moment," he said, then left the room, steps certain in the black.
John brought a thick blanket back, handing it off to Harry. It was cushy in his hands, likely a comforter of some sort. He thanked John and nudged off his shoes, curling his legs up on the sofa and laying the blanket over him. "Lemme guess, you don't do the whole cold thing?"
"Correct," John said, taking his seat next to Harry again. "I feel heat and cold, but it doesn't hurt me as it does you. I don't have need to keep my core temperature around 98.6 as you do."
"How'd it... happen? Have you been alive for centuries or something?"
John smiled, sharp teeth unabashedly on display. "No. I was overseas with my troop on a peacekeeping operation about... fifteen years ago, I suppose. I worked closely with our local liaison and translator. We became friendly."
"And he bit you?"
"He saved my life. I'd taken a bullet and was bleeding out. He turned me so I wouldn't die."
"Oh." Harry went quiet again, looking down at the blanket. He caught some frayed threads between his fingers and started braiding them absently. "I'm... sorry? I guess? I'm not sure what to say."
The vampire shrugged. "It's fine. I haven't lived long enough to be discontent with my supernatural immunity. I'm fine with my situation."
John, the friendly neighborhood super-well-adjusted vampire. Harry shook his head, smiling.
Fill 4/?
And John was good at quiet. Harry was aware of his neighbor before today, but didn't really know him. Yet they were already getting really good at comfortable silence. Usually you had to know someone for a while before you could resist the impulse to fill any gap in the conversation with noise. But here, in the dark peacefulness?
So Harry was surprised when John stood up and went to the window, movements quick and lacking his usual grace. "You should leave."
Harry lifted his head from where it'd been resting on the arm of the sofa. He'd been working steadily towards a nap. "What?"
"Go back to your apartment." His tone was hard, but lightened when John glanced sideways to smirk at Harry. "You can borrow the blanket. Just give it back later."
"Did I do something wrong?" He tried not to sound like he was whining. It was just that he was looking forward to that nap. It was hard to sleep in his own apartment, alone in the blackout. There was that creepy paranoia that someone might break in while he was sleeping.
"Not expressly. But you're still here," John said, giving Harry a significant look.
"Okay?"
He snorted. "I'm getting hungry, Mr. Dresden. My iron control has its limits. One such limit is sharing my space with a... with you."
Harry sat up straighter. "With a what?"
"Best I don't answer that. You wouldn't understand." His smile turned somewhat bitter.
"Try me. I mean, I haven't felt the urge to search for any sharp, stake-shaped objects yet." He knew he sounded defensive there. But he hadn't done anything to make John think he wasn't okay with the vampire thing. The cageyness was bothering him.
John slinked back over to the sofa, leaning down with one hand on the armrest. "With a warm, hot-blooded man who is falling asleep on my sofa." His eyes gleamed in the dark, almost glowing. "Do you know why vampires tend bite people as they sleep?"
Harry put all of his focus on not moving away, pressing back into the cushion. He had asked. "No?"
John bent further down and inhaled deeply. Then he grinned, something wild to the look on his face. "Sweeter taste. And the melatonin is rather nice. Mellow and heady." His breath gusted over Harry's mouth.
In the next instant, he stood up straight and backed away. "Clear enough, Harry?"
Harry swallowed thickly. "Cr-crystal."
fill 5/?
"So," Harry asked, loudly cutting through the silence. "How often does someone give you permission?"
John turned very slowly to Harry, face pulled into a confused grimace. "Come again?"
"You said you don't snack without permission. How often do you get permission?"
John stared at him for a long moment. "Less often than I'd like," he answered carefully.
"And you can bite someone and not turn them?" Informed consent was a good thing. Harry read about it in a magazine once.
John took one step forward, then seemed to change his mind and backed away again. "It takes concerted effort to turn someone. It's not something down lightly or by accident."
Harry nodded, mulling that over. "Okay. Cool." He shifted on the sofa, laying his head back down and pulling the comforter more snugly around himself. "I might doze off for a bit."
"I... all right." He sounded very uncertain.
"I'm just saying. I know the risks and I'm okay with them." He shut his eyes pointedly and relaxed into the couch, into that electric feeling of being safe in a monster's den.
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Is there more? Pretty please?
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(Anonymous) 2011-03-06 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)*laughs and laughs and laughs*
oh, Harry.
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(trust me to turn a harlequin into ANGST)
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(Anonymous) 2011-03-06 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)it was a well-done fill, with hot and funny layered over so much OW. appropriate for Harry.
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(Anonymous) 2011-03-06 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)Re: fill 5/?
(Anonymous) 2011-03-06 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)YES, YES PLEASE.
-OP
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Fill 6/7 probably
It might've been the grip around his wrist that woke him up, a cool-skinned, stern hold. It was that or the small, sharp pain in his arm. He instinctively tried to pull his arm away from the hurt, but it was held fast and he couldn't manage it. "Hey, ow."
John withdrew his mouth from Harry's arm. "Did I misunderstand you, Mr. Dresden?" When Harry just blinked blurrily at him, he elaborated, "Permission, Harry."
"Oh. Uh, yeah." Harry nodded slowly, eyes locked to John's mouth. It descended on his arm again and there was that pain again, where teeth were opening two cuts. John broke the skin, then licked broadly over the marks.
That was weird. Harry frowned as the pain faded to numbness, a warm, dreamy feeling replacing it. "What..."
"Low-grade narcotic effect. Meant to placate prey," John explained readily. "It'll fade." And he ducked his head, licked over Harry's arm again, and then wrapped his lips around the bite mark. There was a pull, and...
Harry lay his head back on the sofa, gasping. He could feel John doing his vampire thing, but it was all mixed up in his head. He felt the suction, a faint flare of pain when John's tongue touched the punctures in Harry's skin, but it was getting lost in the distant numbness and the drowsy leftovers of sleep. It was some crazy dissonance, watching through half-lidded eyes as John set his mouth on Harry's arm and drank deep.
Maybe he should have worried over how much blood he was giving up. Maybe he should have told John to stop. Maybe...
Maybe he'd just sag back into the sofa and let himself float for a while. Because when Harry Dresden went looking for trouble, he did it was a single-minded determination that was almost admirable.
writing at 2:45 AM = lots of sleep imagery
Fill 7/7
The next thing he did was notice the sun was shining on his face. It took a few long seconds for the implications of that to sink in, but then he opened his eyes and looked around. It didn't take long to locate John; he was laying on the cushions behind Harry, squeezed between him and the sofa back.
Barely thinking, Harry grabbed the comforter and pulled it over both of them, blocking out the rising sun.
John's eyes opened, taking in Harry holding the blanket over them like a shield. "Harry."
"Sun's up."
"My windows are all tinted to hold out the worst of the UV light. I do live here, you know," he chided, a smile curving his lips.
That made sense, Harry conceded. He lowered the comforter. "So." Where to even start? There was a weird intimacy to having had a vampire feed on you. Harry's wasn't sure what to do with that.
"Breakfast? I think it's customary to cook after you've had someone over."
Harry's eyes widened. "You didn't... we didn't..." He made a gesture between them.
John rolled his eyes. "No, I didn't think that was a good idea for your first bite."
"Wait, so vampires do that?" He tried not to sound too appalled.
The vampire pushed himself up to sitting. "I would explain the basic connection between blood and sex, but you don't look quite up for it." He reached out and took Harry's hand. There was an ace bandage taped to his arm, neat and clean. John examined it carefully. He nodded, satisfied. Maybe vampires were big on taking care of their meals. Thoughtful, in an insane way. "Shall we see if any food is surviving the blackout?"
Harry let John lead him to the kitchen, wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into this time.
I've now written Harlequin vampire romance. Okay then. :goes to bed:
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(Anonymous) 2011-03-06 09:34 am (UTC)(link)Are you sure it's done? :D
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And silly Harry, mistaking cuddling for hiding from the sun.
Love this so much. I'd ask for more in this continuity if I weren't damn certain you'd track me down and stab me. ^.-
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I'll think about it. The writing more thing, not the stabbing thing.
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(Anonymous) 2011-03-06 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)I love the way Harry doesn't want to be alone, and keeping company with a vampire is an acceptable solution to that. And that he'd just fall asleep on his neighbor's couch after said neighbor has informed Harry that he is a vampire. And that he thought to feed John. And that Harry is just so adorable without even trying. And the whole "That hurts."-"You said I could bite you, no?"-"Well, yes."-"Okay then." and then John makes it not really hurt. :)
Yes, I loved pretty much all of it. You deserve cookies. And cheesecake. And any other desert you desire. :)
-OP (who still loves you lots and lots and is hoping she is coherent on how awesome this is.)
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But the nice vampire said he doesn't kill/turn people! So it's totally different and not an insanely stupid thing to do! 8D 8D 8D
Thank you for the lovely feedback. Or, yanno, damn you and your feedback for spurring me to write more.
Re: Fill 7/7
(Anonymous) 2011-03-06 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)or maybe Harry does. :)
H:"You want to bite me where?"
H:"Is that really safe?"
H:"...okay."
*indefinite amount of time later*
H:"So when are we doing this again? Also, when do you feed me, you know, real food?"
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Re: Fill 7/7
EPICNESS! :D
Vampire!John is AWESOME!