Bloody Flowers (solangelo vampire AU)

Will trashes on a beloved classic (he's right)

A/N: Hey guys, this one was written in an hour somehow. I just finally had motivation for some reason, hopefully it stays this way. This one is mostly cute, it's the calm before the storm ❤️❤️❤️. As always I hope you enjoy and thank you guys so much for reading, I'd never imagined my writing would ever reach this many people, especially people this kind and thoughtful, I love you guys (especially you soysauce muah)

Will pov

We're dating. Kind of.

I'm not really sure what we are to each other anymore, I know I'm more than a blood bag to him now, and that he means... everything to me, but it's not quite dating, and yet it is?

Gods I'm confused.

But I'm also happy, so dreadfully happy, I see how tense Nico gets whenever I get close to the door, or mention the outside, but I don't think about it, I ignore the fact that I'm technically not allowed to leave, because it doesn't matter, I promised I wouldn't leave anyway.

Nico smiles a lot now.

He smiles every time he walks into a room and sees me, it's like my simple existence makes him happy. If that's not the most beautiful thing ever I don't now what is.

Dusty is happy too. We play with him a lot, Jules-Albert included. In fact, Jules probably likes him the most, the two of them build stuff constantly and Jules is nearly always in Dusty's room playing with Nico's rubber duck and some dolls that Jules bought.

Today is my birthday, which of course is probably something I should let Nico know, but I haven't, I've sat in the same stop at the foot of my bed since five this morning. it's eight now.

Birthdays have never been a huge deal for me, I mean at college I got a free cafeteria cupcake (and food poisoning), and at the gas station I got one free small soda from my boss, but other than that it was always a pretty regular day.

I think I liked that, the regular, average day. Knowing Nico, if I tell him it'll be a big deal, and while Id certainly love the attention things have slowly been getting normal. It feels like if I interrupt that, it might somehow never come back.

I rest my head in my hands and laugh. It's a stupid thing to worry about, especially after all we've been though. I can't stop thinking about it though. What if somehow I disrupt the perfect bliss Im living in and things go bad again.

I take a deep breath and shake my head hoping to remove the stupid by force. It doesn't work, but now I have a headache. Great.

Suddenly there's a very excited knock on my door. I smile softly rolling my eyes.

"Come on in Dusty" I call out. The door swings open hurriedly and the little gremlin jumps on my bed. The bed I just made. I let out a small sigh standing up to look down at the little boy. He lays on my bed spread out like a starfish on my wrinkled blanket.

"Nicio says to go downstairs!" Dusty sits up fast and yells in my face, a huge smile spreading across his own face as I flinch away.

"Thanks Dusty" I ruffle his hair and kiss it, he's a really good kid, completely undeserving of his fate.

He jumps off my bed and runs back out the door, I tilt my head. He's wearing a sock. Not a pair of socks but just one single sock, and I'm pretty sure it's my sock.

I Shake my head again and brush my shirt off, trailing Dusty down the stairs.

By the time I get down the boy has already found someone else to keep him entertained, he sits on the kitchen counter beside a bowl of pancake mix, helping Jules to stir.