Bandaid on a bullet hole

by Moonbeam1970

Summary:

Karl Jacobs has never known the feeling of love, at least not directed towards him. After escaping his abusive family the moment he turned 18 (Literally, homie took off the moment the clock struck midnight) and now residing in the small, middle of nowhere town L'manburg, working day in and day out to get by. What happens when a certain brunette color blind vampire stumbles upon the gray eyed human?

or

George finds Karl, asks "is anyone gonna claim him?" and doesn't wait for an answer. Sapnap and Dream are okay with this.

Notes:

I literally just spawned this idea into existance during my algebra class. Hopefully this is okay. Please feel free to leave suggestions for future chapters.

Chapter 1: Badlands

Summary:

Slow mornings with the Dream Team don't remain peaceful for long

Notes:

This is just a tester chapter. I have never written on Ao3 before, and it's been many years since I last posted a fanfic. Most of the time it's just quick oneshots with a random pairing written on a piece of scrap paper. Honestly that could be a whole other book in itself.

Also, I've been on a vampire kick as of late and can't get this idea out of my head so here we are.

+ I am LIVING for all of the Dt + K content we have been getting as of late.

+ Happy Belated Birthday Gogy

Peace. What is it? The dictionary definition states that it is freedom from disturbance.

Though this may be true, if you asked George what the definition of peace was, he wouldn't say a word, he would just gesture to the scene currently taking place.

A soft golden glow making its way across the dark hardwood floor and casting a bright hue upon the three figures currently laying in the king size canopy bed. Soft breathing is the only sound to be heard. One of these figures is slightly propped up against the pillow, almost looking like an angel with its halo in the glow of the morning sun reflecting off his dirty blonde hair, one of his arms wrapped around the second figure, a smaller boy with chocolate colored hair that was pressed into his left side. The third figure, a ravenette beauty, was laying on his stomach, sandwiching the brunette between himself and the blonde, with one of his arms draped across the other two men, drawing random shapes on whatever part of whoever's body he was touching.

This was peace.

The men would lay there forever if they were given the chance. Though sleep was not a necessity, it just seemed like they never had enough time together. Time was just irrelevant at this point in their immortal lives. It has been many decades since they even celebrated a birthday, but do not be mistaken, just because there's no party doesn't mean the birthday boy goes without gifts.

They love to spoil one another. Whether it's via physical presents or some extra special treatment in the bedroom, satisfaction is always felt by the end of the night.

But of course, peace can't last forever, as it would dampen its effect if there was no such thing as hardships.

It was at this moment that the peaceful environment had to be broken by the sound of knocking on the front door.

The ravenette, Sapnap, let out a groan before shoving his face into a pillow, effectively muffing his whining as the other men chuckled. The blonde, Dream, places a gentle kiss upon the brunette's, George, forehead before lifting him in order to move out from under the covers, revealing his unclothed body. George let out a low whistle, checking out his lover. Dream chuckled again, "Really George? You see this almost every day" Dream states while making his way over to the walk-in closet. George huffed at this comment, "Yeah, so? Doesn't mean I don't enjoy the view every time, Dream" he shoots back.

Sapnap lets out a muffled chuckle before moving his hand down George's back in order to give a soft pinch to the brunette's ass, causing George to let out a slight squeak before rolling across the bed to avoid another pinch. "Sapnap!" George said in a surprised tone, giggling. "What? You were checking out Dream, so I decided to check you out. You and I both know that you've got a nice ass, so why can't I admire it?" Sapnap said in a cheeky manner.

Dream's wheezing laugh could be heard as he made his way back into the room, this time clothed. He donned a very casual look, dark washed jeans, dark green t-shirt and black vans. "What? We all know it's true!" Sapnap exclaimed, trying to defend himself.

"Never said it wasn't, babe" Dream replied as he opened the bedroom door. "Now would you like to get up? We have company" he said as he slipped out into the hallway and made his way downstairs to the front door.

Dream opened the door to reveal two of his closest friends and clan mates, Punz and Foolish. Obviously, those aren't their real names, but considering those two had the most generic white boy names ever a nickname of two was in order.

"What could possibly be so urgent that you two had to be banging on my door at..." Dream glanced at the watch on his wrist, "8:03 in the morning?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow. Punz quickly jumped to explain. "You know we wouldn't be if it wasn't important." He stated, Foolish nodding alongside him. Dream glanced between the brunette and blonde, before stepping to the side, opening the door wider and allowing the men to make their way through the threshold.

"What's going on?" Dream asked the pair as he shut the front door and led them toward the living room, concern laced thick in his voice.

"We just got word from Phil about a clan moving in from the North" Punz stated, getting straight to the point, "and there's rumor that they have already made their way into the territory" Foolish added in.

Dream's face darkened. How stupid are these younger clans? The territory lines and treaties were drawn up long before Dream's time, but every vampire knew those words were law, only to be changed or waved in special cases.

"And they have made no attempt to contact?" Dream asked. Punz shook his head. Dream let out a sigh before crossing his arms and bringing one hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. " Okay, I'll call a meeting tonight at 6 o'clock. Spread the word to everyone, we may have a war coming" He stated as he pushed a message across his sire link to Sapnap and George, Get down here now.

The pair nodded and made their exit as Sapnap and George sped into the room, this time clothed. “What's happening?” Sapnap asked urgently.

“At ease, we aren’t in danger, yet anyways.” Dream stated as he made his way over to the couch and took a seat, gesturing for the other two to follow suit. “What do you mean ‘Not yet”? What’s coming?” George questioned.

“I’m not sure yet, but I would rather be safe than sorry.” Dream stated.

Notes:

Leave thoughts, suggestions, and ideas in the comments. I'm open to hearing them.

Leave Kuddos if you want, just to help me know if you are enjoying what you are reading.

I have lots of ideas for this story so I will do my best to have a steady upload schedule but starting out it may be funky.

Chapter 2: Damsel in distress

Summary:

Gogy meets Karl

After explaining the minimal info that Foolish and Punz had brought him, Dream began to question what their plan of action should be. “I’m telling you, Dream, we need to take the fight to them before they reach our lands and hurt innocents” Sapnap stated, pacing back and forth in front of the tv.

 

 “How can we be sure they are a threat? What if they are just passing through?” George asked, always the peacekeeper of the trio. Dream was conflicted. Starting a war over nothing is not something at the top of his to-do list, but at the same time he needs to protect the thing he cares about more than anything, his lovers. 

 

“Listen, we will hold the meeting tonight. I’ve already told Foolish and Punz to spread the word to the greater SMP covens. If a fight is what it comes down to, we need our strength in numbers.” Dream stated, his word being final and leaving no room for Sapnap to argue. 

 

Dream made his way over to where George was sprawled on the couch and flopped right on top of the British man. George let out a pained noise, though it really didn’t hurt. “Get off of me you big oaf.” George playfully whines while pushing Dream off of him and onto the actual couch. 

 

“You're not nice.” Dream said with his face smushed into the couch cushion. Sapnap chuckled at his lovers before heading off towards the kitchen. George messed with his phone for a couple of seconds before standing and sliding his phone into his back pocket. “I’ll be back.” He simply stated as he bent down and gave Dream a peck on the forehead. 

 

Dream looked confused. “Where are you going?” He asked. They had no plans to go out today. “Niki’s. I’m in the mood for a bite.” George said as he grabbed the keys to his car and his wallet. “We’ve got food here, you don’t have to go all the way to Niki’s.” Sapnap called from the kitchen. 

 

“I’m craving some chips which, last I checked, Sapnap ate the rest of last week.” George replied as he opened the front door and stepped out into the warm afternoon sun. “It’s fries!” Dream yelled out just as George shut the door, giggling at his boyfriend's antics.

 

The thing is, Twilight lied to you and you can only get so much of the truth from The Vampire Diaries. In reality, vampires don’t sparkle, can eat human food (Though it isn’t exactly a necessity), sire lines exist but the entire line will not die out if the original creator is killed, sunlight burns like a motherfucker to fledgling, but is only irritating to old vamps if they are exposed for extended periods of time and a vampire blood can heal, but if you are killed with it in your system you will possible become a one. There have been rare occasions in history of the body rejecting the blood and killing the host. The most common way of turning another person into a vampire is by biting and injecting the venom into their system, but it doesn’t hurt as much as it is so often portrayed. 

 

A vampire’s venom contains nerve blockers and paralytic agents, meaning it stops the target from being able to run and causes no pain to the victim. Kind of a messed up way of the universe saying ‘Hey! You’re gonna die and you can’t escape it, but you aren’t gonna feel a thing so… you’re welcome?’ Some have also described microdoses to give almost a euphoric feeling… 

 

George was lucky. He met Dream and Sapnap when he was 24 years old, he didn’t have the worst upbringing, nor was he neglected. A pretty average life up till he met his partners. George was never one to express how he truly felt and he thought that it would be difficult to find someone who liked him for who he truly was, not the persona he tried to create during his time at Uni. 

 

It was perfect, so why did Geroge feel like there was something still missing? He had his boyfriends, more money than he would ever know what to do with, a home that was built to grow as he and his partners did for the rest of eternity, immortality, so what could possibly be missing?

 

That was the question in the back of George’s mind most of the time. Did he feel selfish for these feelings? Yes, but he would never let it interfere with his day to day activities. It was only  in times like this, when he was on his own, no place he was expected to be at, not outside threat, just him and his thoughts. 

 

As he ventured down the street, George watched. There were parents with their children, teenagers walking home from school, an elderly couple sitting on the bench outside of the grocery store, feeding pigeons. Literally every cliche activity that could be done in this town was being done. George thought it was strange. In all of his years, no matter the decade, there was always a routine that was followed in small towns. Sure, it was boring at times, but there was a weird sense of unnecessary repetition amongst the humans.

 

They are born, grow up, go to school, get a job, work till you're old, then die. Sure, some people do some interesting things, but this is how it has been since before George was even born. Little did they know of the bigger picture hiding in the shadows. Vampire bureaucracy, werewolf packs fighting over their roles, witches and warlocks trying their hardest to protect the mundane world from the supernatural side, and lots more. 

 

As George continued his stroll, he quickly glanced at Kinko library, a little shop underneath the clock tower. ‘What was the book called again?’ George thought as he slowed to a stop. Just the other day, Quackity proceeded to give him a lecture about not reading a specific story and went on a twenty-five minute rant about what a cultural masterpiece it was.  George shrugged, ‘I’ve got time’ he thought as he resumed his stroll, this time toward the library. 

The door opening released a rush of cool air in George’s face, the smell of paper and dollar store air fresheners filled the air. The slight undertones of the scents from the different people in the building were surprisingly mute. No one was stationed at the front counter, so he started venturing the rows of books, racking his brain for the one Quackity had said the story was called.

 

Only a couple minutes into his venture, George was about to give up and just return to his journey to Niki’s when he turned into the last aisle. About halfway down was a younger gentleman quietly humming to himself as he restocked one of the shelves. ‘Ah, finally’ George thought as he made his way over to ask for the young man's help. 

 

“Excuse me?” George quietly said lightly as he got closer to the man. George’s word went unheard by the man, who continued his task, completely unaware of the approaching vampire. At this point George was standing right next to the stool the young man was standing on, so he tried again, “Hello?” George said a little louder, again to no avail. 

 

It was at this moment though that the young man turned to place the stack of books on the shelf, only to catch a glimpse of George out of the corner of his eye. Not expecting anyone to be around him, the man let out a quiet shriek, stumbling back which caused him to lose his footing, and dropping the books in his hands. 

 

Luckily, George was quick. He gracefully caught the skinny man before he could cause any harm to himself. The books made soft thuds on the carpeted floor as they made impact and it felt like time had stopped. 

 

The scent of freshly sliced apples and ground cinnamon flooded his senses. Every nerve in his body was alive with electricity, like he had touched a live wire. All he could focus on was him.

 

Just as quickly as the feeling came, it was gone, as the man leaped out of George’s arms and moved to create some distance between the pair, almost crashing into the shelfs in his efforts. 

 

“I am so so sorry sir, I must have lost my balance, are you okay?” The man rushed out, looking absolutely mortified at what had just happened. Being held in a stranger's arms like a damsel in distress was not exactly on the agenda for the day, but here we are.

 

George on the other hand was in utter shock. Not only did the smell of the gorgeous human in front of him make his mouth water, the feeling of his touch felt like a magnet. George had to stop himself from taking a step forward to match the step this human took backward. After what felt like an eternity of staring at each other, George found his voice. “No need to be sorry, love. Are you alright?” he asked sincerely, concerned that the boy may have hurt himself in that beautiful display of klutziness.  

 

The human nodded, still looking flustered as ever. He cleared his throat, “Is there something I can help you with?” he asked, trying to get back to some level of professionalism. ‘ Cute’ George thought. He studied the figure in front of him for a brief moment, memorizing every last detail of him and his outfit. From the tattered converse to the locks of brown on his head. George never wanted to forget this person in front of him. 

 

“If you could. See a friend of mine recommended this series, but I can’t for the life of me seem to remember the title” George stated, chuckling towards the end. The gray eyed boy let out a breathy giggle, the sound like music to George’s ears. “Yeah, I hear that more often than you would think. Do you happen to remember what the series was about?” He asked. George shook his head, “Not really, I believe it might have been magic related. Something about wizards, but it was fiction based” George replied. 

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A look came across the shorter man's face, almost like a lightbulb went off in his head. “It wouldn’t happen to have been the ‘Harry Potter’ series would it?” he questioned. The name immediately sounded familiar to George, ‘How could I forget a title so simple’ George scolded himself. “Yes, how silly of me.” George said with a smile. “Thank you for triggering my memory…” George dragged off, realizing he never caught his name. “Karl” The man, Karl, replied, holding his hand out. “And you?” Karl asked. George reached out, meeting Karl’s outstretched hand. “George.” 

 

“Well, George, I’m glad I could be of assistance. Would you like for me to show you where the fiction section is?” Karl asked.  

 

George thought about it for a moment. He didn’t want to seem clingy or creepy, but he didn’t want to let Karl out of his sight. So, George nodded with a smile on his face.

 

“Right this way.” Karl said, turning on his heels.

 

Notes:

hey..... sorry it's been a little while. I'll try and do better :)

xoxo Moonbeam

Chapter 3: Rest in peace

Not a chapter, but the actual chapter three is being worked on. It will be delayed now in light of recent events, I just can seem to bring myself to getting into the writing mindset. Liam and one direction in general were such a big part of the last few years of my life. I was always listening to their music while writing, driving or just hanging out in my room. It's hard to believe hes really gone. I'm not stranger to losing people, but it doesn't make it any easier every time it happens.

 

To Liam, I hope you found peace and you are happy. I'm sorry we failed you. We love you payno.

 

And I love all of you. My inbox is always open to those who just need to vent or need someone to talk to. Stay safe out there and remember you are loved.

 

See you all again soon,

xoxoxo Moonbeam

Notes:

Thanks for reading!

 

-Moonbeam xoxo