Warnings:Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), angst, mentions of drinking blood, cursing, enemies to lovers.
Summary:You and Max have been working together for the last year and there is only one thing you have in common - you both hate each other! Now you are both in competition with each other for Ted’s job. Who will win? Who will lose? Will you both realise that’s there’s a fine line between love and hate?
Warnings:Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), angst, mentions of drinking blood, cursing, enemies to lovers.
Summary:You and Max have been working together for the last year and there is only one thing you have in common - you both hate each other! Now you are both in competition with each other for Ted’s job. Who will win? Who will lose? Will you both realise that’s there’s a fine line between love and hate?
Warnings:Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), angst, mentions of drinking blood, cursing, enemies to lovers.
Summary:You and Max have been working together for the last year and there is only one thing you have in common - you both hate each other! Now you are both in competition with each other for Ted’s job. Who will win? Who will lose? Will you both realise that’s there’s a fine line between love and hate?
Warnings:Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), angst, mentions of drinking blood, cursing, enemies to lovers.
Summary:You and Max have been working together for the last year and there is only one thing you have in common - you both hate each other! Now you are both in competition with each other for Ted’s job. Who will win? Who will lose? Will you both realise that’s there’s a fine line between love and hate?
Max insisted on driving and honestly, you were grateful - your anxiety was becoming overwhelming and you would not have had the focus to drive safely.
Fidgeting with your fingers - something you did to try to calm yourself when you were like this, you closed your eyes briefly and took a deep breath inwards, trying to calm your racing heart. Please let this day go off without an incident from Dad.
Max threw a sideways glance at you, a worrisome feeling settling in the pit of his stomach with what he had just heard in your mind - he’s never seen you like this - and it wasn’t something he wanted to get used to either.
“Everything ok, toots? You seem a little on edge.” Opening your eyes and looking in his direction, you gave him your best fake smile. “I’m fine, promise.”
“Hmm, and if I believed that, I’d believe anything.” Max narrowed his eyes on the road and insisted that you share what’s on your mind without trying to pry it out of you. “Come on, you can talk to me, Toots. I know we haven’t always seen eye to eye but I care about you and I want to help if I can.”
“I appreciate it, Max, I do, but you can’t help me. My family - more specifically my father - is a fucking pain in my ass and he hates me.”
“Come on he doesn’t hate you, parents don’t hate their kids - they can get angry, sure, disappointed, but not hate.”
“Ha, you don’t know my father. I’ve never been able to do anything right, not in his eyes anyway.” The words spilled from your mouth like it was normal, it was normal and it shouldn’t be, but it’s something that you’re used to now.
“Then why don’t we just say fuck it and not go. I’ll drive us anywhere?” Max countered with a different idea, a much better idea than attending this wedding that you’ve dreaded for months. If only it were that easy.
“I can’t. The irony of it all is that I’m constantly seeking his approval and if I don’t show up - I’ll be disowned.” Shooting down the suggestion, Max reaches over and places his hand on your thigh, giving it a quick squeeze. “I could just kill him?”
Erupting into a fit of giggles, it really shouldn’t have been funny but your emotions were all over the place. You’re laughing so hard that you could barely see Max through your watery eyes. God, I love you.
The laughter died off with that thought, amusement had been replaced with another worry. You were so caught up in the moment that you forgot that he can listen in if he wants to, so the question was, did he hear it?
Max is frozen. He definitely heard it and he kept his eyes straight ahead with doubt circling his mind. Did she just say what I think she said?
***
Arriving at the venue - an overpriced hotel with too many sparkly chandeliers - you take a deep breath before exiting the car. Max appears at your side, wrapping an arm around your waist as you both make your way inside.
Fake smiles and formal greetings are made as you pass distant relatives and family friends; people that you only ever see at events like this. Max can already hear your heart begin to beat fast again and he leans down to whisper in your ear, “it’s ok, breath, I’ve got you.”
Fuck!If you didn’t already love the man, you certainly would after that. A simple yet meaningful gesture of reassurance in a time that you really needed it made you feel weak in the knees. You smile up at him with appreciative eyes. “Thanks, for coming with me. I’m glad you’re here, Max.”
There’s that flutter in his chest again and he battles with himself silently. Say it! Say it now before you lose your nerve. “There you are, you’re late.” Max’s thoughts of saying what’s on his mind were halted as he followed your gaze to see an older man approaching - small, slightly rounded stomach and the only resemblance you have to him are your eyes. Those gorgeous eyes that Max loves so much.
“We’re not late, half the guests haven’t even arrived yet by the looks of it.” You defended yourself and Max to your Dad, but he fired back. “Don’t take that tone with me-” Your father stopped mid sentence, looking at Max with scrutiny, “-and who is this?”
Immediately taking action, the vampire moves his hand from around you and goes to shake his hand, making sure to squeeze tight. Your fathers face scrunches in pain a little before you nudge his side. “I’m Max Phillips, Y/N’s boyfriend. It’s a pleasure to meet your sir.” He doesn’t say anything as he turns his gaze back to you. “Your boyfriend can’t sit up front with us.”
“Why not?” You realtialted, to which your father retorted. “He isn’t family.” Your blood boiled with the audacity of this man and you fought back, again. “Max is my boyfriend, he’s my family.”
“He still can’t sit with us,” your father states before getting distracted by some guests, turning away from you and ending this discussion. I’m going to fucking kill him. You try to storm after him but Max wraps his arms around your waist, stopping you. “He isn’t worth it baby. How about you go sit with them and I’ll find a seat at the back.”
“Hell no! I’m sitting with you, come on.” You wrap your hand in his and pull him along to the back where you take your seats. Max can’t help the smile that spreads across his face. I am so fucking proud of you.
***
The ceremony is beautiful. Your sister is a stunning bride and her husband Gerry absolutely adores her. Even though you’ve always been the shadow in her light, constantly compared against each other, you’re happy for her. “Ever thought about it?” Max whispers in your ear as you make your way to the reception hall.
“Though about what?” You asked. Turning to face him as he jerked his chin outwards with his answer, “This. Marriage?”
“Hasn’t every girl at some point.” He gives you an incredulous look and you roll your eyes with a half smile on your face. “Ok yes, I’ve thought about my wedding. Happy?”
“Yup.” He turns his attention away from you to the sign displaying the seating arrangements. What the hell, why is he asking that? “Have you thought about it, Max?”
The man laughs, sounding shy. “Not until recently.” What?He grabs your hand and leads the way to your table. Even though Max doesn’t need food to survive - for obvious reasons - he still has a few mouthfuls. I need to blend in sometimes toots he’d said, and you couldn’t help but smile at the concentration on his face as tried to act like a regular sociable human.
I could get used to this, you thought and ducked your head, forgetting once again that he can hear you. Though, Max looked at you, as if he were about to say something but a voice cut him off. “Y/N! There you are, I’m so happy you came. I know this was hard for you so I appreciate it.” Your sister - the bride was the voice that cut him off.
Pulling you in for a tight hug with a bright smile, she’s breath-taking, always has been. “Claire, this is Max my..”
“Her boyfriend,” he speaks for himself with a wink before pulling Claire in for a hug too.
“It’s lovely to meet you Max,” She beams, then pulls back to look at you, “my sister failed to tell her little sister she was dating. Don’t pay any attention to our father, he can be…well difficult. Anyway, better go mingle. Don’t leave without saying goodbye, ok?”
“I won’t.” Max nodded as the bride walked away. “She seems nice.” You glared at him then. “Well she’s married now, so hard luck.” Max looks at you with a confused expression. Without questioning it, he simply listens to your inner monologue instead. Everyone always thinks she is better than me - funnier, smarter, prettier. Of course Max would think the same.
“Yeah she’s pretty, I’d be lying if I said otherwise but in a cute way.” Acting quickly, Max tells you what you need to hear, “Definitely not my type. You are my type. You’re not cute, you’re gorgeous, you don’t put up with my shit and put me in my place, and you are amazing in bed. You do this thing with your…”
“Ok enough.” You say putting your hand over his mouth, a blush on your face. “Thank you.”
As the day progressed, your nerves slowly easing off with Max’s soothing presence and reassuring gestures, you started to actually enjoy the celebratory atmosphere and put your own worries aside, to be there for your sister.
Occasionally she and Gerry would lock eyes with you, raising their glasses with a nod and almost every time, your father would scowl. When dinner was served, you and Max just enjoyed your own company, giggling at his remarks about your dad. The champagne helped a bunch too, loosening up the tension in your body and mind.
“I need to take a leak, toots,” Max kissed your cheek and pushed his chair back to stand, “I’ll be back shortly.” Sitting alone with just your thoughts, you concluded that this day wasn’t all too bad and you were thankful that Max accompanied you, he made it better in every way possible.
However, with a quick glance over to the head table and noticing that your dad was not there, you instantly sighed with a plea under your breath, “Please Max, if my dad is in the restroom, don’t cause a scene.” Using his absence as an opportunity, you stood from your chair also and walked over to chat with your sister and brother in law.
“Hey, you. Getting lonely over there?” She leaned up from her seat, opening her arms wide for another hug. “Yeah, you could say that. Max is in the restroom,” you smiled and leaned in, kissing her cheek. “Please tell me Dad is at the bar?”
Pulling back and greeting Gerry, the look on your sister’s face confirmed your worries and you immediately started fidgeting with your fingers again. “Stop that,” Clair noticed your anxiety straight away, she always does, “and don’t worry. I’m sure Dad won’t cause a scene on my wedding day.”
It’s not Dad that I’m worried about. Nodding to her, you put on yet another fake smile and kept looking to the gents restroom, dreading for Max to reappear with blood dripping down from his fangs, but to your absolute surprise, the men walked out together - laughing?
Both you and Claire shared a look of concern, and even Gerry voiced his opinion on the sight, “Huh. That’s weird, a minute ago he wouldn’t shut up about Max now they’re best buddies.”
“Oh that’s good old Max. He has a way with… charming people,” Laughing to the couple nervously, you made an excuse to leave and go back to your own table while Max and your father stood at the bar, ordering a round of drinks and being rowdy about it. This can’t be good. What have you done Max?
The man turned to look at you with your thoughts, winking with a cheeky smile before turning his attention back to your dad. Clearly he has glamoured him, put him under some sort of compulsion. Though, you can’t complain considering how happy and laid back he looked, so Max must have said something right.
A couple moments later, Max came to join you at the table again, your father walking past with a waving smile and a glass of whiskey in his hand. No, you certainly can’t complain about the compulsion, he’s in a better mood.
“You’re not going to ask about your dad?” Max sat down and leaned into your side, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek. “No.” keening at his touch, your hands roamed the expanse of his thigh beneath the table cloth. “Don’t need to know, just really grateful for the result, Max.”
“Oh yeah? How grateful?” He smirked. Tensing with the touch of your deft fingers trailing up his thigh, Max hummed deeply and whispered sweet nothings against the shell of your ear, drawing out a soft sigh to escape past your lips. “I’ll show you later in the bedroom,” you say, biting your lip. “I’ll do that thing that you love.”
Max groaned eagerly, his gaze was intense with impatience for the night to hurry up and come to an end. You gave his thigh a quick squeeze before retracting your hand at the sounds of a microphone being tapped excessively, followed by someone speaking into the thing. “Can everybody hear me ok?”
Marc, the best man, prepared his speech. You and Max paid little attention as his hand kept sneaking up your thigh now, payback for your actions mere moments ago. Marc went on to talk about his younger days with Gerry, specifically of the time where he first met your sister and how he knew that his buddy was in love at first sight.
You did finally pay attention when your father made snide remarks here and there, fueled by alcohol no less. Or was it? As Max nipped a path of kisses along your neck, without a care for who sees, your eyes narrowed in on Gerry, on his red angry facial expression.
When he snapped his head to the side to reprimand your dad quietly, you knew something else was going on. It wasn’t just the alcohol. “Um, Max?” Tilting your head with a quiet whisper, you now want to know exactly what the vampire had done. “What did you say to my dad in the restroom?”
“Told him to relax, have a good time…” Placing a wet kiss to the back of your ear, your eyes threatened to roll shut as his hand inched closer to your heat. “…Told him to squash whatever quarrels he has with you and let bygones be bygones.”
“Uh-huh.” That didn’t sound too bad. However, it didn’t explain why your dad was being a bit of a dick about the best man’s speech, so you persisted with Max. “Anything else you might’ve said to him that you’re not telling me?”
“Hmm,” Max smirked against your skin. “Let’s say it’s my gift for you. A little payback.”
Just as you were opening your mouth to protest, you stopped to gasp when the man had made contact with your core, finding your panties hot and damp. Max’s touch had a much more prominent effect on you, far more than you yourself anticipated it would.
A broken whisper of his name bubbled up from your throat as he started to pull your panties to one side. Your cunt clenched around nothing as he slid a digit through your slick folds with ease. “Look at you, toots. So wet for me and I barely touched you.” Max degraded with a dark chuckle, pulling his hand back, you whimpered with the loss as he brought his finger to his lips and sucked the evidence of your desire.
At the sound of music filling your ears, you tore your eyes away from Max’s dark taunting smile and looked to the dancefloor. Claire and Gerry were rising from their seats and walking out hand in hand. It was the first dance and it couldn’t have come at a better time, Max was becoming feral. You’ve seen that look in his eyes before.
Max wrapped an arm around your waist, resting his hand to your hip with a grabbing squeeze and you leaned into his touch with a question. “Are you finished teasing me now?”
“Not even close, baby.” The man laughed. Looking at the dancefloor as cool as a cucumber, like he hasn’t just had his hand between your legs then tasted a sample of your juices off his finger, Max jerked his chin outwards, “But first we have a show to watch.”
“Don’t you mean the first dance? It isn’t a show Max,” You corrected him, jabbing a finger into his ribs playfully as your own little payback for him playing games with you. Giggling to yourself when he jolted with the action, he repaid the favour by tickling your sides, causing your hands to reach out onto his chest with a plea, “Ok-ok. I yield. Please stop that.”
Granting your wishes, Max resorted to just resting his hand on your hip again, but he brought his other hand up from under the table to look at his watch, sparking your intrigue, “What’s up?”
“I told you, we have a show to watch,” Max replied nonchalantly, “Patience, babe. Your gift is coming any minute now.” Instantly turning your head to face the head table, your father was not there and your stomach dropped with dread. Oh God, Max what have you done?
***
The sound of a mic tap draws your attention and you look up to see your father on stage looking around nervously. “Stop! Stop right now.”
Everyone gasps at your fathers interruption. Gerry is being pulled back by Claire who whispers something to him. “That’s it Claire, tame that beast of a husband. Bloody sham of a wedding. Cost me a fortune, ungrateful bitch. I need everyone to quieten down, I have something I want to say to my daughter, Y/N.”
You can feel people’s eyes drift to you and a worrisome feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. Max’s hand - the one resting on your thigh - squeezes gently in reassurance and you meet his gaze for the briefest moment before turning back to your father. Max hopes he’s done the right thing. That you won’t hate him after this.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the way I’ve always treated you. For making you feel like you were never good enough and always comparing you to your sister Claire. You are far better than her in every way. You’re beautiful, strong willed, independent and amazing at your job and any man would be lucky to have you.”
“John!” You hear your mother gasp out in outrage. The only thing you can focus on though is Max. How these are his words coming from your fathers mouth and how you want nothing more than to grab his face and kiss him hard. I love you. You let the words linger in your mind, knowing full well he can hear but you don’t look at him, you don’t want to see the rejection on his face.
Suddenly your father drops to his knees and starts barking. Barking!He begins to move around on all fours, licking himself and sniffing some of the guests’ asses. He throws himself onto his back and waggles his arms and legs in the air - looking for a belly rub?
Your hand shoots to your mouth and Max looks to you now, worried he’s gone too far but then he feels you shake beside him. Is she laughing? You can’t control it anymore, the laughter falling from your mouth as you hold your stomach. Max feels a sense of relief. “Did I do good?”
“That was amazing. I love you…” You gasp, having realised you said it out loud. It’s out there now and you can feel him stiffen beside you. Tears form behind your eyes threatening to fall at any moment. Well done, you’ve ruined it all now. Max’s hand grabs your chin and suddenly his lips are on yours, kissing you passionately. “I need you, now.”
“Let’s get out of here.” Max stands and reaches for your hand, leading you out to reception. “I need a room for the night.” What is he doing? Max leans into you - his breath hot on your skin. “I want you to fuck you so hard, everyone in that reception hall knows who you belong to.” A shiver runs through you and your cunt is aching with anticipation. Oh yes please.
Summary: Things aren’t quiteback to normal yet. Words: 2.4k
Takes place in my wider Max universe after the By the Numbersseries. You don’t need to have read any of those, but there are events referenced here from there.
With love to @blueeyesatnight who probably has completely forgotten asking me for this by now.
“Hey. Stop that you mutt.”
Poking your head around the doorframe you glanced over to see if you needed to intervene. The vampire in your living room had his hands on his hips, staring down at your puppy.
“Don’t yell at him,” you scolded lightly, turning back to the dinner you were making.
“That’s a six hundred dollar shoe he’s chewing up.”
“One shoe or was it six hundred for the pair?”
“Does it matter?” You heard a scuffle and sighed.
Max and Junior had not exactly been getting along. They didn’t not get along, there hadn’t been any casualties yet. But also…
Well the trouble was…
Juniorloved Max. Loved everything about Max. Loved his smell and his hair. Loved to snuggle under his arm and bat his big brown eyes up at Max. The dog was spending half his life sprawled on his back in the hope that Max might pet his tummy.
The prompt for this week’s Writer Wednesday was given, as always, by the lovely @autumnleaves1991-blog, and the masterlists are created by @clydesducktape.
“This is bull.”
You hummed, looking around the parking lot.
“I hate this!”
Rolling your eyes, you found your parking spot and pulled in, finally turning to face the complaining vampire in your backseat. “Do you ever stop complaining?”
Max huffed, crossing his arms and sighing. “I don’t like Halloween.”
“Yes I know,” you promised, unbuckling your seatbelt. “You told me about eighty seven times while we were driving.”
“It’s a stupid ass holiday,” Max continued, but he sat up and began to climb out of your backseat all the same. “Humans don’t get it.”
You smiled, handing Max his coat. It wasn’t particularly chilly out, but the sun was still setting and you couldn’t risk the burns. He took the coat and slung it over his shoulders, handing you your hat. You put it on, adjusting your sunglasses and winking to Max. He grinned, peeking one of his fangs out.
“Freaks headed to the freak show,” Max said cheerfully, putting his arm around your shoulders as you began to enter the park. “Let’s go have some fun.”
Truthfully, spending your Halloween at a theme park wasn’t your idea of fun either. You’d much rather be at your small townhouse, doing your Samhain rituals in the backyard while Max made dinner. But one of your close friends had two extra tickets and you had a boyfriend and no real plans. It was an impromptu and unexpected date night.
“Should we keep a cringe counter?” Max asked, already giving the side eye to a ridiculously stereotypical vampire.
You laughed, handing the ticket booth employee your tickets. “Hush,” you murmured.
Max rolled his eyes, but shut up until you were in the park. You’d been to Universal a few times in your youth, but it had been a good few years since you’d been. “Do you want to ride anything?” You asked. “Or do some haunted houses?”
“We live in a haunted house,” Max pointed out. “But sure. Whatever you want to do.”
You took Max’s hand, feeling the chill from his fingertips race up your arm. No matter how many heat sigils you traced into the skin of his back, he was still cold as a midwinter day, but you didn’t mind all too much. “Let’s look around,” you decided. “See if anything catches our eyes.”
Max nodded, looking at a few people wandering around. “There are those scare actors here, right?”
“Scare zones,” you said. “There are a handful. Between your life and mine, I’m sure we can handle it.”
“There’s a corn maze,” Max noticed, pointing to a path labeled with a few different attractions. “I want to do that at some point tonight.”
You looked over. “Of course,” you said. “That looks like fun.”
“But first we need to eat,” Max added, and you grinned.
“Yes we do.”
You ended up eating at one of the small food stands set up. You got yourself a sandwich, sitting with Max on a low wall while he drank from his water bottle. Every so often, you’d wave your hand as if you were swatting bugs away, but in reality, you were casting minuscule spells. Using the full moon in the sky to recharge the spell jars hidden in your bag, carefully making sure both yours and Max’s glamours were still active, just in case anything spooked you and you dropped into your real forms. But the biggest, the one that made sweat gather under your hat, was refilling Max’s bottle as he drank. You had learned the transfer spell ages ago, but never in a million years imagined you’d be transferring your blood into a water bottle for your boyfriend.
“Stop that,” Max said firmly while you were in the middle casting.
“Stop what?” You asked, putting your hand down and taking another bite of your food. The broken concentration fizzed in the air, causing your head to spin ever so slightly.
Max huffed. “Refilling me. If I need your blood, I’ll ask.”
Smiling, you nodded. “Of course. Just trying to make sure we’re both okay for tonight. Not much privacy in a theme park.”
“I’m sure we’ll find a way,” Max purred, smiling at you when you made a face.
“Quit teasing in public,” you said, your smile infecting your words. “C’mon. I saw a haunted house I wanted to do that I think you’ll like too.”
Max dutifully followed you as you led him down a few paths, eventually finding the haunted house you wanted to participate in.
“Really?” He asked, seeing the vibrant greens and purples and reds. “A Beetlejuice themed haunted house?”
“No vampires, no witches,” you explained. “Plus, I love this movie!”
With one final sigh, Max allowed you to tug him into the line. “I’m only doing this because I love you,” he reminded you as you eagerly began to wait. “This movie was never my favorite.”
“So what is your favorite Halloween movie?” You asked, purely curious.
“Hocus Pocus.”
“I’m sorry?” The answer was so certain and so unexpected that it took you a minute to process what the hell Max had just said. “It is not!”
Max nodded. “Is too,” he retaliated. “I loved it when I was in high school.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. Max Phillips, your hardcore vampire boyfriend who hated anything childish or ridiculous, was saying his favorite Halloween movie was a kid’s film from the 90’s. “I bet you love Halloweentown too,” you said.
“What’s Halloweentown?” Max asked genuinely, his eyes going wide the same cute way they always did when he was actually curious.
You gasped happily. “Oh! It’s this god awful Disney film from the late 90’s. We’ve got to watch it tonight!”
Max’s smile made your belly warm as he put his arms around you and pulled you close. “If you say so,” he murmured into your hat.
The wait for the haunted house wasn’t much longer, and it was genuinely fun. Even Max smiled once or twice as you walked through. But it wasn’t terribly scary, which was good. Although between Max’s senses and your litany of spells, you doubted anything would truly scare you tonight.
“That was fun!” You decided as you walked out of the haunted house. “Really cute!”
Max chuckled, putting an arm over your shoulders and gently steering you away from the house. “It wasn’t so bad,” he admitted. “Wanna ride some stuff, play some of those shitty games, and then hit the corn maze before heading out?”
“Yeah,” you said, reaching up and rubbing an embroidered sigil on your hat’s brim. You wiped your warm thumbs across Max’s cheeks, smiling when he scrunched his face up. “You need to warm up,” you said, tucking your still tingling hands into your pockets.
Max stuck his tongue out at you. “Okay mom,” he said, voice tinged with amused annoyance. “Where to first?”
In the end, you two rode a few tame rides, the Ferris wheel being both of your favorites, mostly because Max could feed off of you while you were at the top. You toppled off the ride weak kneed and grinning, Max’s smug smile definitely making the teenaged ride attendant think you two had fucked at the top of the Ferris wheel.
“Rigged games?” Max asked, gesturing to a path that would lead you to the games.
“Yeah!” You said happily. “I could always use a new stuffed animal.”
You two began to head down the path, which just so happened to be a scare zone. You gripped Max’s hand tight, your magic creeping up your back as screams echoed around you. The zone was just outside a haunted house themed like a hospital, so all the scarers were medical themed. You sensed one coming before they scared you, and when the zombified nurse popped out at you, both you and Max feigned fright before watching the nurse slide off to go find someone else to spook.
“Well that was fun,” Max said when you left the zone, looking at the games to play. “Still good?”
“Our glamours are getting shaky,” you realized, fishing out the charm necklace that supported your spell. “Don’t go all bloodsucking bastard on me please. I can’t hide it.”
Max nodded. “I’ll do my best,” he promised, taking your hands. “C’mon. I smell cider. You need to drink something. Keep your strength up.”
Max bought you a cup of warm cider that you sipped gratefully while he led you around, asking about various games.
“Rigged beyond my power,” you decided for most of them. “Half of these are physically impossible, even for me and you.”
“What about that one?” Max asked, gesturing to a simple game. Land a coin on the pedestal, win a prize. Seemed easy enough.
“Physics isn’t on your side,” you said. “But yeah I could fake that.”
Max smiled. “Gotta lose a bit,” he said, fishing five dollars out of his pocket. “Make it seem legit.”
The game attendant handed Max a small cup of quarters, and Max took one. “Here goes nothing,” he said, winking at you. Of course, he failed miserably, but you expected that. His next few tries were also failures, but he was getting closer, sometimes with your help.
“Stop wasting magic,” Max warned you under his breath as he wasted another coin. “You’re running low.”
“Am not,” you muttered. Truthfully, you were, but you had enough to last you the night. You were sure of it.
Max flipped another coin, and just to prove him wrong, you spun your wrist, tracing a luck sigil in the air and activating the luck jar in your bag. The coin spun through the air, and you blew out as if out of breath, casting the spell into the wind. Two seconds later, the coin was landing perfectly face up on the pedestal.
“Congrats!” The attendant said happily. “Go ahead and pick a prize.”
Behind you, Max glared at you as you cheerfully told the attendant you wanted the little witch cat stuffed animal. You hugged the stuffie tight as you walked away, happily smiling into the black fur.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Max chastised as you walked. “You’re putting yourself at risk.”
“I won’t run out of magic,” you promised, breathing in deeply as you passed a cart selling warm funnel cake. “I burned a Samhain candle this morning to keep me up, and I’ve got moon water in my bag. I made sure to pack extra jars to keep me level all night, and there’s a full moon tonight. I can always do more under a full moon. Tonight, when we get back, we’ll watch a movie and I’ll do my rituals. Sounds good?”
Max huffed. “Earlier, you told me you didn’t have enough for our glamours. Please just be careful,” he said, pressing a warm kiss to your cheek. “Let’s go find that corn maze. It’s getting late.”
You yawned, nodding. “I love corn mazes,” you admitted as you walked, one hand holding the witch cat and the other holding Max’s hand. “I’m really good at them.”
“I bet,” Max said. “You’ve always been good at navigation.”
“It’s all part of the charm,” you said in a sing-song voice.
There was a pretty short line in front of the maze, and you happily got tickets and began to walk through the paths. It was getting darker by the second, and you gripped Max tight so you didn’t lose him. Far off screams echoed out, and every so often the corn would rustle. You knew there were scarers in the maze, but your spells were wearing too low to sense them.
“Two people up ahead,” Max murmured. “Scarers, by the smell of them.”
You nodded, but even with the warning, when the two people popped up, both holding chainsaws and laughing maniacally, you yelped anyway. They came running at you, and your mind kicked into gear much too fast. You took off, running as fast as you could, aided by your magic. It was only when you stopped to breathe that you realized you were alone. 100% alone. Max was gone.
“Max!” You yelled, frantically tucking the witch cat into your bag and beginning to wander, hoping your feet took you back to your boyfriend. “Max!”
A rustle in the corn spooked you, causing you to turn and put your hands up. “Max?” You asked softly, creeping backwards, just in case. “Is that you?” Panic magic coursed through your veins, and you were sure your eyes were glowing right now, the way they always did when your magic hit ten.
No response, and the rustling stopped, so you put your hands down, took a breath, and kept walking. Your sunglasses, which had been shoved down into a side pocket in your bag, were out again, hiding the vibrant purple glow of your eyes. You couldn’t do anything about the shine at your skin where your veins sat, the gentle purple shimmer illuminating under your shirt. All you could do was hope.
Eventually, you found someone. A close-by set of footsteps echoed behind you, and you turned, seeing a man dressed as a scarecrow standing shock still behind you, his arms out. You could hear his shallow breaths and his heart beating in his chest, and you began to walk backwards, keeping an eye on him the entire time. Which was probably why you didn’t notice the second scarer behind you.
Screeching as you unexpectedly collided with the second scarecrow, magic exploded off your body, sending purple ripples through the air and rustling the corn dangerously, smoke pouring out of your hands as you unknowingly cast a distraction spell. Neither scarecrow had the time to even comprehend what was happening before you were running again, taking twists and turns before finally, finally, you ran straight into a very familiar set of arms.
“Max!” You sobbed, holding your boyfriend tight. “Max!”
Max held you close, protectively wrapping you in his arms. “Hey, I’m here,” he soothed. “I saw your magic and came as fast as I could. Are you okay?”
You shook your head, still crying, the pearlescent purple tears staining Max’s shirt. “I wanna go home,” you said weakly. “Feel like ‘m gonna puke.”
“I know,” Max said, tipping your sunglasses up to reveal your eyes. “Oh honey you’re all purple. You must be exhausted. C’mon.” He draped his coat over you, hiding the bright shine of your veins and setting your glasses over your eyes again. You breathed a shaking breath out as Max scooped you into a bridal carry and began to navigate out of the maze.
“Hey!”
Max turned, and you peeped an eye open to see one of the scarers running towards you.
“Are y’all okay?” The scarer asked, lifting their mask. “One of our smoke machines and light sets went haywire out here. Surprised it didn’t set part of the field on fire. We’re evacuating this part of the maze until we can fix the issue.”
Max nodded. “Yeah, we heard it,” he said. “Gave my partner one hell of a scare.”
The scarer made a sympathetic face. “I see,” they said. “Here, take this.” They dug a glowing necklace out of their pocket and handed it to Max. “This’ll keep the other scarers off you until you exit.”
Max hung the necklace off your neck, the glowing purple lights helping hide your natural shine.
You eventually made it out of the maze, not really noticing until you were in the car, your hat pulled off and laid across the car’s dashboard. Max cranked the heater, handing you your water bottle. “Drink,” he murmured. “It’ll help.”
The moon water did help, calming your fried nerves and dialing your glow down until it was no more than a faint shimmer pulsing with your heartbeat. You did your best not to pass out on Max as he drove home, but the lack of magic in your body made you feel like complete shit, and you power napped all the way home.
“Bedtime,” Max murmured as he pulled into the driveway, waking you up. “C’mon, let’s head in.”
“But you’ve gotta watch Halloweentown,” you insisted sleepily, allowing Max to help you to your feet and aid you in walking into the house. You hung your hat by the door, yawning widely and kicking your shoes off.
Max chuckled. “Alright,” he said. “We’ll watch the movie. Then you can do your rituals after, okay?”
You nodded. “Okay,” you agreed sleepily.
It took some finagling, but ten minutes later, you were snuggled up in one of Max’s shirts and your old pj bottoms, Max beside you on the couch in similar attire. You watched as he cued up the movie, snuggling up against him and letting your eyes flutter shut. The exhaustion was worked into your very bones, and you knew Max didn’t mind when you held him close as you fell asleep.
True to his word, Max woke you for your midnight rituals, gently shaking your shoulder and handing you your hat. You smiled, slightly rejuvenated, the nap having given you just enough magic back to lay your things across the table on the back deck, casting the magic that would complete the rituals and bless you and your magic until Yule.
When you wandered back inside, fully yourself again, you saw Max waiting for you on the couch. “Feeling better?”
“Much,” you said, taking your hat off and plopping down on the couch. “Ready for bed.”
Max smiled. “Long day,” he said, pulling you against him. “Let’s just sleep here.”
“Watching shitty Halloween movies?” You added hopefully, and Max laughed.
“Of course,” he said, kissing your forehead. “Hocus Pocus?”
You nodded, glad that, at the end of the crazy day, you had Max to hold you and comfort you through it all.
Thank you to @winters-buck for the header & fic is dedicated to @rae-gar-targaryen for her friendship and thank you to all my readers and supporters.
Pairing: Max Phillips x Reader (The Proposal AU) Word Count (Complete): 59,233 Rating/Warnings: NC-17 - Smut, language, adult themes, sexual innuendos, workplace harassment, family issues, angst, hurt/comfort, manipulation
Summary:After countless late nights and giving up important things in your life for a job and a man that refuses to promote you, your family begs you to quit when you break it to them that you have to miss your grandmother’s 85th birthday. Max Phillips may have left the country an American citizen but he came back an undead vampire, meaning his status in the States is no longer valid. In order to not get deported to Romania, he tells immigration that the two of you are getting married and he strikes a deal to make it worth your while. (** means the chapter is explicit/has smut)
Warnings: Derogatory language, crude nicknames, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, vampirism, blood drinking
Comments: You enjoy verbally bating Max Phillips until one day he’s had enough it. Pulling you into his office to teach you a lesson.
A/N:Just a little something because we were wanting our favorite vampire bastard.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
ClickKeep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says ’creator chooses not to use warnings’. You also agree that you’re the right age to be consuming anything here.
“Man, I don’t know. Since we know Max is a vampire, do you really want to make him angry?” You roll your eyes at the worried tone in Evan’s voice, quickly learning that the man was a straight up coward. Opening your lunch container, you smile down at the food your husband has made for you today. The man loves spoiling you and since you had come to work here, everyone was interested in finding out if he was a professional chef since he makes you elaborate meals. Today was homemade sushi rolls, apparently he thought you needed a little more omega-3 in your diet, along with a fresh kani and seaweed salad.
“I don’t know, what do you think?” Time looks over at you, eyebrow raised as he shoves his hand back in his chip bag, stolen from Evan. “You seem to enjoy his threats.” He holds out a chip. “And when do we get food from this mysterious husband of yours? I’ll pay you in chips.” He offers. “Well, Evan will pay you in chips. Can you buy her some chips?” He asks his friend.
Hi I just woke up from and nap and feel all toasty and sweet so here’s some total self indulgence, love you bbys
(Gifs are not mine credit goes to the original creators!!)
Din Djarin
When Din comes dragging ass back into the hull of his new ship it still feels like it’s not his home. Things are different now with the new ship and the lack of Grogu and he craves something familiar. Thank the maker you decided to stick around. You and Din have become progressively closer and more intimate ever since you lost a crew member. This is nothing new to you both, Din actively seeking you out he finally comes across you napping in your now shared bunk. His heart blooms with warmth as he begins to strip off his armor. He doesn’t say anything just slides into the bunk with you, forcing you to make room for his bigger form. You wake up from that, snuggling deeper into his chest while mumbling questions on how his day went. He will just hum into your neck his confirmation, again he’s not too chatty.
Pero Tovar
Color him green with envy when he comes in from the blistering heat to find you napping with the thinner blanket you use for the summer. He will scowl at you while you rest even though he thinks you are the sweetest thing to ever live. Expect some mild wind knocked out of you because he will fall into bed and thus on top of you grumbling how you need to move over and make some room. You can whine and complain all you want, you will be met with is a sharp “shut up I’m trying to sleep”
Max Phillips
He’s so annoying. You know this, I know this, it’s just in his DNA. Expect to be spooked awake by the feeling of deaths hands creeping up your back or sides. Max cannot keep his hands to himself so when he walks in to find you napping after he just got back from work he’s definitely leaping at the opportunity to feel you up. He always starts at the top of your back or chest and slithers his pervy hands down to grope at your crotch or ass depending on how you are sleeping. And yes, his hands are fucking freezing and yes, he will always cackle when you jump awake.
Ezra (prospect)
He has two modes when he comes across you all soft and sweet napping away. Horny mode and or sweet mode. Horney mode happens usually after a successful day, he has that high off of finding a plentiful harvest and what is a better way to celebrate then to slide up behind you in bed and coo you awake while feeling up your body. Or sweet mode when he’s dead ass tired (that’s a lot of the time). That’s when he will wake you up for comfort because he can kind turn into a dramatic melodrama of a man at times and just needs to feel how warm and soft you are.
Hi bbys heres some quick fluff I thought up also so sorry for how long it is
*Gender Neutral reader
(Gif is not mine credit goes to the artist who created it)
Din Djarin
The first time you glide your hand through Din’s sweaty locks it feels like he gets punched in the gut. It feels good, like really good and he just got back from this difficult ass hunt so all he can do is just let out a long drawn out groan into your neck. Thank god you two are shrouded in darkness in the safety of Din’s bunk because he would cringe in self embarrassment if he could see your amused smile.
Javier Peña
Javi loves it when you play with his hair. It’s thick and curls slightly at the ends, perfect for gripping during all occasions if you get what I mean. Any time he’s stressed he will sit next to you and just lean his head on your shoulder, a surprisingly vulnerable moment for Javi.
Frankie Morales
Stick your hands in this mans hair and he immediately melts into your side. Its his weak spot he just loves it. His hair is in a casually messy style most of the time anyway so you brushing your fingers through his hair really doesn’t bother him. He will also return the favor with a neck massage if you need one
Ezra (prospect)
This man will purr like a damn cat that caught the canary. He loves it and its the fastest way to ease him to sleep. Ezra’s a sucker for scalp massages and literally whimpers out in appreciation when you rub gently at his scalp if he awakens from horrid dreams of past traumas.
Max Phillips
Only at home will you be able to run your fingers through Max’s cropped hair. Even though it really makes no difference when you do, Max thinks it does. He has a lewk to uphold y'know. However when you do he’s all obnoxiously loud moans and groans. He uses the dumbest nicknames too like sweetcheecks and dollface.
Pero Tovar
Fastest way to make that scowl melt. For real Pero cannot help the tension he always holds, he lives a stressful life so when he returns to you after months of selling his sword expect an exhausted Tovar planted face down on your chest as you rub his scalp. He needs these quiet grounding moments to ease him into the quiet winter months.
Agent Whiskey
Not to say Jack can be annoying but…Jack can be annoying with this. He just likes to be like glued on top of you and that’s all fine a cute until all his weight finally settles on top of you. But also if you complain then he complains on how you’re breaking his yee-haw heart.
Marcus Pike
YES YES GOD PLEASE YES PLAY WITH THIS MANS HAIR. He’s so freaking cute with it because he tries to not groan but he can never hold back how relaxed he feels with you gently tugging at his hair. This man lives for small intamacy so sign him the fuck up.
Dave York
Dave loves hair skritches and always finds your lap to rest his head on when he’s stressed. Often times keeping his eyes closed while you play with his hair, his hand holding yours absent mindedly playing with your wedding ring.
Marcus Moreno
Again, yes please let this man rest his head on your shoulder as you stroke through his hair. His back is sore, he bent his glasses, and its finally Friday please, please just let him drift off on you. His soft snores are the cutest.
Maxwell Lord
Another one that will only let you play with his hair in privacy, he has some confidence issues already so you understand his request to keep his hair in perfect condition in public. He always seeks you out to vent that eventually turns into you perched on his lap as you stroke through his growing out locks, brunette beginning to bleed into the bottle blonde.
Omar Assarian
Another privacy snug bug. He absolutely adores intamacy when you two are alone. So many times you two will be chilling on the sofa and he will grab your hand and place it on top of his head so he doesn’t have to verbally tell you what he wants.
Zach Wellison
Wow touch starved boi here, hello. For real when you first glided your hand through his hair while you two had a casual at home date night you could see the goosebumps rise on his exposed arms and chest. He tries his best to keep a cool look but eventually he gets a bit overwhelmed and needs to hide his face in your neck.
