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Christmas Comes Early

@anitafxckingblake​:

“True,” Anita chuckled and wiggled in her seat, her hands rubbing lightly on her thighs, skipping over the sparked space of where his hand touched. “But not everyone has the convenience of a master chef in their kitchen.” Pressing her face to the cold glass, the animator kept her eyes ahead on the road, occasionally looking in the rear-view mirror and cursed herself for feeling so… fragile. 

“Ah ah-” She tsked at him, “Remember the rule.” Laughing lightly, Anita imaging the picturesque moment. “Well, that’s pretty Disney of you,” she smiled, “Do you whistle too?” Unfortunately, Anita had to halt her energetic wandering thoughts as they began to slide to a more, risque imagining of the sweet ancient vampire cooking with only an apron covering his… delicacies. She opened the window a bit more and adjusted in her seat again while attempting to wipe the thought from her mind.

“You could become a masterchef. I could teach you.” Axel told her as he slowed down just in case an animal decided to jump out in front of the car. “And I am not a masterchef, I have just learnt everything I know from masterchefs through my many years on this earth.” He laughed as his eyes flicked up to the rear-view mirror, he was glad that at least for now no one seemed to be following them. 

He laughed as she tisked him. “I did not say a name nor did I even say if the person was male or female.” He pointed out with a smirk. “Disney…..That is the movies that have the princesses in them, yes?” He was actually a little embarrassed now, not wanting to tell her that he had never seen a Disney movie in his life. “I can whistle. But not at eagles as they dont whistle so they look at you confused.” 

Christmas Comes Early

@anitafxckingblake​:

“Well, I don’t know,” Anita snickered, happily shifting the tide of their conversation even if another presence lingered in the air, a something that was left unspoken as they sat in the warm car together. “That cheap stuff has a special place in my heart,” laughing, she cracked the window a bit, needing the fresh air on her hot face, thankful for the cover of night hiding her flushed cheeks. 

“I’m glad that you told me,” she adjusted again in her seat, cursing herself for forgetting to buckle her seat-belt and doing just that before she forgot again. Anita had an odd sense of companionship with animals. She loved them as they were, precious lovable beings, but she couldn’t bring herself to owning any. Her work life was too unpredictable, besides, after raising her family’s pet from the grave when she was a child Anita wasn’t too keen on reliving that moment. 

“Ah but having freshly made pizza is better than having frozen pizza dough with sub par ingredients.” He pointed out with a smile as he felt the cool air coming in from the window as she cracked it.  He took his hand off of her thigh and put it on the steering wheel as they got to a more windy part in the road. 

“Though it has been strange I normally have wolves at my house in Sweden but here they do not come to my house it is as if a certain someone is forcing them to stay away.” Axel chuckled as he looked over at her. “….You might get lucky and a eagle may grace us with a visit. I had one sitting on my shoulder while I cooked it some food the other week.”

I always have this headcannon about Axel, he loves animals and they love him. If he goes to someones house and they have a cat it will just go to him instead of anyone else. Also he has wild animal that visit him at his house and he can wake upto deer and wolves, and even eagles in his house, either on his bed or waiting for him to bring some food out for them and sit with them while they eat. 

I always have an image of him cooking something to eat and having a wild animal trying to steal it from him and him lighly scolding them. 

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Christmas Comes Early

@anitafxckingblake​:

“No,” she shook her head again, setting her head against his now, her eyes close shut attempting to ignore the slight waves of shivers sliding up and down her arms. It was different for him, had to have been. Vampires where slaves to their appetites, their hungers could and would lead them to the darkest of paths and bloodiest of nights. But humans? Humans had a choice, could choose mercy over rage, they’ve done worse just over being afraid, and fear made you do horrible things that could never bring you back. 

And yet Anita stayed like that for a moment before answering his question, the battle raging between her head and what could be considered as her heart. A certain pull moving over her to him, one that she hadn’t felt in years. With a slow and trembling breath, the animator pulled away from him, even as her eyes darted to his lips and back again to the now silhouetted city lights ahead of them. “Besides, I’m still hungry,” she chuckled after a while, brushing the hand that was rested on his cheek over her tangled hair, trying to ignore the weight of his hand still on her thigh or her hand on top of his. 

She rushed to change the subject, “Now if you burn the pizza… well, that’s a whole ‘nother thing.”

He let out a content sigh as she rested her head against his, he could feel the shivers that were on her arms and he used his free hand to lightly rub one of her arms to help the shivers disappear. She had no idea how much he could hurt her if he let go of the control he had mastered over all these years, he kissed her cheek softly as he moved her head away from hers and put the car into gear again, his hand still on her leg as he turned the car back towards his house and started to drive again. 

He laughed as she said she was still hungry, shaking his head and smiling. “I never burn food. My pizza will be the best you have ever had and you will not want the cheap stuff from other places.” He bragged with a grin to show he was just being silly. 

“I have animals at the house so please dont be alarmed if you have a few cats coming up to you for pats.” Axel told her.