Peach Bud + Sweet Pea

Oldie but a goodie! I know I posted a little of this years ago but the premise is that Bitty’s a vampire hunter sent north by his family to root out a nest at Samwell; or, at least, that’s the reason Bitty gives his family for wanting to go to college, play hockey, be normal, etc.. 

While at Samwell, Bitty actually does stumble upon evidence of supernatural activity and realizes Jack’s the source.

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Jack looks up from the stake in his hands, CCM logo still visible from where Eric hasn’t polished it away.

“You…uh, dropped this.”

Jack’s sporting a look Eric’s never seen as he holds the spike up to his chest, resting the point on his sternum like a chef testing a blade. It’d be terribly easy for Eric to drive that point deep enough to kill.

“So . . . Slayer, huh?” Jack asks, sending a chill down Eric’s spine.

“So, vampire, huh?” Eric counters, bracing himself for a fight.

“I’m not really sure anymore.” Jack lowers the stake before extending his hand, offering the weapon.

“Not a good enough answer,” Eric presses, reaching out slowly to take the stake from his Captain, definitely not fisting another in his pocket, ready for the worst, but Jack doesn’t engage.

“So, you’re just here because of the vampires?” Jack questions awkwardly. “Not hockey?”

“I’m sorry, are you seriously more upset about the fact I faked my contact issues than you are about me being a Slayer who poses an immediate threat to your wellbeing?”

Jack’s face twists into something between embarrassment and anger, triggering the shift in his features Eric’s only used to seeing before he needs to remove something from existence.

“No, I just…I thought I helped you.”

Sweet Lord, don’t make me have to kill this boy, Eric prays.

Oh, god, my first posted fic was probably in the Yu-Gi-Oh fandom and would I reread it today? Probably yes if I could find it again but I really don’t want to hunt that thing down. 

“So, what's your power?" Bitty asks, leaning forward on his elbows, eyes bright with excitement. “I’ve never met a real superhero before. Let alone dated one. You could have told me sooner, hon. You know I can keep a secret.”

“I’m not a hero,” Jack corrects lamely, taking a roll from the basket in front of his mother. “My power is this rare ability to feel unfocused shame and anxiety at the drop of a hat. Also, I'm pretty good at hockey."

Bitty doesn’t falter, patiently waiting for Jack to get through his defensive explanation.

“Kid.” Bob makes a face and looks up from his tablet and Jack flashes a smile in response.

"Oh, you mean my actual ‘power.’ Sorry, just thought we were discussing my overall skill set."

“Oh, I bet you were,” Bitty chirps under his breath, causing Jack’s father to snort.

“I get cold,” Jack sighs, leaning back into his seat. “And I can make other things cold. That’s my ‘superpower’. It’s not impressive.”

“Cold,” Bitty repeats, looking Jack up and down before turning on Bob and Alicia. “Like, Disney, Let It Go, cold? Frozone cold?”

Bob says ‘yes,’ the same time Jack says ‘no’.

“These are my pucks,” Jack explains, dumping the contents of the box onto the bed. “I have too many.”

Bitty grabs a faded one without tape and asks, “How do you know which is which?”

“Honestly? I guess.” 

There’s one with a swipe of silver sharpie and Jack snatches it to hand to Bittle.

 “Oh! This one’s great, so when I started training my dad practiced with me; he’d shoot pucks until we were both too tired to move.”

“Isn’t your dad, like, a hockey legend with slapshot records?” Bitty turns the rubber disk over in his hands with far more care than Jack’s ever shown it.

“Mmm, that’s why this one is so special. I was determined he couldn’t take it easy on me just because I was inexperienced. Took days but this is the first shot of his I ever caught in my mitt.”

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