Garlic Bread (Won't Kill Me) {Vampire Dadschlatt AU}

Chapter One

A/N:  Inspired by Orange Light (Painted by Morning Sun) by Anonymous. Dadschlatt is like my favorite headcanon and I have a hyperfixation on vampire AUs so here we are. This is my first time writing a long story, I used to only write one-shots so we'll see how this goes. If any creators want this taken down I will comply with their wishes. :D

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Tubbo hated Mondays, not only were the worst day of the week, it was the day he had to wake up the earliest to go open up the coffee shop, "The Muffineers" that he worked at.

"Fuck, Tommy- what time is it?" Tubbo whispered. Shifting further under his warm covers.

"Half-past 5," Tommy croaked out from across the small bedroom, dissolving into a coughing fit.

Tubbo sat up, resting his head against the wall of the bed. "Shit, you ok big man?"

Tommy shot Tubbo a half heart smile. "Yeah, you better get going though, you're gonna be late!"

Tubbo took Tommy's advice and hurried to the cramped bathroom in their flat. He changed into his work uniform of a white t-shirt and black pants, along with a red apron he was required to wear. He took a moment to do his hair in the mirror. His brown hair had gotten messy with sleep, at least the fluff hid his small ram horns. Running out of the bathroom he saw Tommy in the kitchen.

The boy was coughing again, this time with more force.

"Hey Toms, you sure you're good?" Tubbo asked, eyebrows creasing. He supped out a granola bar from a cabinet in their kitchen if you could call it that. The "kitchen" was more like a sink and a cabinet, along with a microwave. They didn't have a stove, the reason being they couldn't afford the upkeep of one.

Tommy dismissed Tubbo's worry with a wave. "I'll be ok big man, just got to power through."

"You don't have to go into the office, I'm sure the mayor won't mind."

"I'm not risking losing an internship just because of a little cold. I'll be fine," Tommy said. He ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair.

"Tommy..." Tubbo squeezed his friend's hand. "Please take it easy at least. Don't worry too much about losing the internship. I don't want to lose you instead."

The words hung in the air. The two friends only had each other in this world. No parents, no relatives, no other friends. Just the two of them against the world that had been only cruel to them.

"Hey don't forget your necklace," Tommy reminded Tubbo.

Tubbo rolled his eyes but put on his red garnet necklace. The crystal was supposed to protect the wearer from vampires, but Tubbo knew that it was total BS. As long as Tommy felt more comfortable with Tubbo wearing it he would.

"I got to go, Toms, please take it easy," Tubbo said, grabbing a beanie to throw on over horns. "And you can have the coat today. I'll be fine."

Tommy frowned but reluctantly took the coat. The coat was perhaps the most expensive piece of clothing Tommy and Tubbo owned. Most days Tubbo had the coat, because of the ram hybrid's ability to get extremely cold very fast.

"Aye, aye, captain!" Tommy called out with a mock salute. The friends giggled and parted ways, Tubbo running down the staircase out of the apparent building and onto the busy L'manburg streets.

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No one ever went out walking on the streets of L'manburg for leisure unless they had a death wish. The goal was to get from one safe place to another, just blend in and no one would take notice. Of course, it was illegal for vampires to kill. Mayor Philza made sure of that, but that wouldn't prevent a rogue vampire from picking up a snack.

The trick that most people in L'manburg had learned is to blend with a crowd on the streets. Standing out could get you picked out from the crowd. Hybrids had to deal with the worst of this. Their features made them naturally stand out, making it dangerous to go on the streets alone. That wasn't to say that there weren't any hybrid vampires, there were plenty of those, but nonvampire hybrids were most at risk. Tubbo was always cautious to cover his tiny ram horns and tail.

Tubbo hurried along the sidewalk, careful not to bump into strangers or make eye contact with anyone. The walk to the coffee shop was about 15 minutes. 15 minutes in the open and then he would be safe. Tubbo was shivering, it was much colder in the morning than Tubbo had expected. It's not like he had a coat to wear. He made it to the brick building on the corner of the street. The Muffineers Cafe was on the corner of the Boulevard, where all the skyscrapers were. This made for lots of foot traffic, resulting in greater tips. Tubbo was lucky to have landed a job there.

Tubbo went in the side entrance and said hello to Bad, the owner. He started to turn on the coffee machines and organize behind the contour. At 6:30 on the dot, the coffee shop opened.

Tubbo put on his best retail worker smile and started the business of making overcomplicated coffee drinks for the office workers. He got a few tips here and there but not much.

The bell to the door rang around 8:00 and Tubbo's head snapped up. Walking in was Tubbo's favorite customer, Quackity.

Tubbo grinned. "Hey Big Q!" He called. "Your usual?"

"Yup!" Quackity said, leaning on the counter to watch Tubbo work. The morning rush seemed to have died down a bit. The flood of people had turned into a small trickle.

Quackity adjusted his beanie and straightened his suit. "So Tubbo...' Quackity said drumming his fingers on the counter.

Tubbo looked up. "Yeah?"

Quackity scratched the back of his neck

. "Well, my boss is hosting an event tomorrow and well, he needs more waiters. I was wondering if you would be interested? You're not obligated to say yes it would just be really helpful."

"Oh um... will I get paid?"

"Of course! How would... 500 dollars sound?"

Tubbo's eyes widened. "500 dollars?!" That would be enough to cover half of the rent for the flat!

Quackity adjusted his beanie again. "Yeah, is that enough?"

"That's plenty! I'll take the job Big Q! May I ask who your boss is?" Tubbo had never really asked about Quackity's job. Maybe he had asked and couldn't remember? Tubbo could be forgetful sometimes.

Quackity's wings puffed up a bit. "Oh um... Jschlatt."