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Things I want - a series about a cheery vampire cop and the grumpy, uptight, by-the-book detective he falls in love with, including:
- the main character is a vampire, but he’s also a joyful, enthusiastic little fellow with a cloud of strawberry-red hair and freckles. It’s not even a pose, it’s just the way he is
- he loves everything modern, especially baked goods, Netflix accounts and social rights which while not perfect are a definitive improvement on Seventeeth-century Spain
- love interest is a hardened, grouchy detective, utterly brilliant but thick-headed in his beliefs, who naturally can’t stand cheery vamp and his bubbly congeniality
- cheery vamp falls very hard very fast
- cheery vamp has to save his ass countless times, because the grumpy detective is very good but also a self-sacrificing idiot
- saving his ass like rushing him to ER covered in blood or carrying him out of burning buildings before they collapse on their heads
- which is something vampires really shouldn’t do lest someone - like, I don’t know, a hardass cop lying half-conscious in his arms - sees something
- also, the detective’s blood smells heavenly sweet and sometimes cheery vamp can barely think around him, but never actually acts on it because 1) he’s actually a good person, 2) he really loves and admire the hell out of the him
- sometimes grumpy detective leaves the station even later than usual, ringed eyes and bitter coffee screaming bout of imsonia, and cheery vamps finds himself following him home to make sure he’s okay and feels his heart twist at the sheer loneliness he spies through the windows
- and he really feels way too stalker-y for his taste. So he goes home and bakes the detective a freaking chocolate cake, because drinking blood shouldn’t stop you from chasing your baking dreams
- seeing the cake grumpy detective grumbles and scoffs and eats two enormous slices mumbling something about skipping breakfast. Cheery vamp is extremely pleased
- in time, grumpy detective learns to respect and begrudgingly appreciate cheery vamp’s work - and his friendship, too. He’s also growing kind of suspicious of the weird shit he always seems to find himself caught up with, but he’s the king of skepticals and he’s having a hard time figuring it out
- there is hands brushing and longing gazes and suspicion of mutual longing, but cheery vamp isn’t even sure grumpy cop is gay or bi and doesn’t want to push him now that he’s opening up a bit
- then one day grumpy detective and cheery vamp are chasing a seriously bad guy into an abandoned building. Ripped curtains flowing in the November breeze, dusty rooms, heaps of dirt and fishy stains in the corners. Cheery vamp is distracted, gets jumped by the bad guy. Grumpy detective rushes in. A fight follows. Cheery vamp joins, and they fight together, perfectly in tune, fast and lethal. Bad guy is subdued. Grumpy detective is breathing hard, beaming with triumph - bleeding from his neck. Cheery vamp is overwhelmed. He hears a gasp, a rush of movement, and he finds himself pinning the detective against the wall, clutching his chin to keep him still - teeth bared and hovering two inches from his throat. He doesn’t want to. It’s been so long. He’s so thirsty. He’s ruining everything, but he can’t stop
- until he feels grumpy detective’s Glock pushed against his ribs, trigger already half-pulled, and his voice telling in a croaky but firm voice that he has five secs to pull himself together or he’s getting a hole in his arm. Cheery vamp takes a long breath, drinking in the rich scent of blood - forces himself to blink. The gun is still there. They’re both shaking. The smell is everywhere, is everything
Till cheery vamp grits his teeth, and tears himself off the detective. They sit on the floor for a while, gasping, both of them trying desperately to make sense of what just happened
- in the end, grumpy detective pulls himself up, reholsters his gun, and walks up to cheery vamp - offering him a hand. “Now you’re going to offer me coffee,” he says, “and tell me what the ever-loving fuck is going on.”
And cheery vamp does. They talk all night, sitting in a dingy half-desert diner that stinks of fried food and old coffee. Grumpy detective gets angry, growls, curses, pales, drinks coffee. Mostly, he listens. At four in the morning, he believes him. At five, they kiss over their table. At six, they pull in front of the detective’s house and cheery vamp bids him goodnight with a peck on his lips - because they’ll take this nice and slow. Grumpy detective mumbles something.
“You live half the city over. How are you going-”
“Vampire.”
“You’re telling me you can fly?”
Cheery vamp grins. “Of course.”
The detective smiles against his lips. “Of course.”
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