#cowboy shifters

[hrrtshape]

THINGS THAT REMIND ME OF MY DRS.

GENDERAL DR REMINDERS. 

✶  ANGEL NUMBERS. 

⋆  111. MANIFESTATION—reminds me of the endless possibilities in my drs.

⋆  222. BALANCE—hints at how perfectly my dr’s align with my dreams.

⋆  777. DIVINE TIMING—i’m exactly where i’m meant to be.

✶  FEATHERS &&& BUTTERFLIES. 

⋆  a symbol of transformation, reminding me of my evolving realities.

✶  SUNSET COLOURS. 

⋆  especially those fiery pinks and oranges—reminds me of my fame dr’s glamour or my french princess dr’s romantic allure.

FAME DR REMINDERS. 

✶  GOLD JEWELLERY &&& SPARKLES.

⋆  any glimpse of luxe accessories screams my parisian energy. and i loooove it.

✶  DIOR, MIU MIU &&& HERMES ADS. 

⋆  a little nod to my ambassador-ships and magazine covers.

✶  SONGS BY LANA DEL REY.

⋆  most, if not all lana songs are my own in my fame dr !!! so, it’s very fun imagining my voice with those songs. 

1950’s FAME DR REMINDERS.

✶  BLACK ’n’ WHITE MOVIES.

⋆  a vintage film playing somewhere could feel like a secret message just for me. bonus point if it’s a picture with a rita hayworth role.

✶  RED LIPSTICK. 

⋆  that timeless glam that ties me to my golden-era fame.

COWBOY DR REMINDERS. 

✶  BOOTS OR 19TH CENTURY CLOTHES.

⋆  seeing my two pair of cowboy boots in my closet hanging around or some antique looking blouse feels like the universe nodding at my rugged, wild dr. also also also bonus points cowboy hats. 

SPY DR REMINDERS.

✶  BLACK CARS OR TRENCH COATS.

⋆  passing by someone dressed mysteriously gives me that secret-agent thrill.

✶  HIDDEN PASSAGES &&& LOCKS. 

⋆  a subtle subtle suuuubtle reminder of my covert skills and thrilling adventures.

18TH CENTURY FRENCH DR REMINDERS.

✶  ROCOCO DESIGNS OR PASTELS. 

⋆  anything ornate, soft, or floral will transport me right back to versailles.

✶  CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING.

⋆  a harpsichord melody feels like a whisper from my petit trianon daydreams.

✶  DEERS.

⋆  literally me tm and i won’t say anything more.

✶  OVER-THE-TOP DESSERTS.

⋆  do i even have to explain? i see a macaron and i’m, like, “OH! wonder how they’re cooking that one up in my princess dr….do they have mixers? i’ll have to visit the kitchens sometime.”

VAMPIRE DR REMINDERS.

✶  BLOOD RED ACCENTS. 

⋆  be it nail polish, wine, or a deep red sunset—so vampy. so me. 

✶  MOONLIGHT.

⋆  the ethereal glow reminds me of those immortal evenings.

✶  ANYTHING WITCHY. (and i mean) ANYTHING.

⋆  in my dr, i’m also a bit of a witch…….seeing crystals, grimoires or skulls gets me going.

✶  ANYTHING HISTORICAL, really.

⋆  and since this dr also…….maybe serves as a time traveling dr (because yours truly adores adores adores history), i do get a kick whenever i see anything with history. dresses, artefacts, antiques. 

SATC DR REMINDERS.

✶  DESIGNER HANDBAGS. 

⋆  a birkin or miu miu bag sighting is a shoutout to my carrie-esque life.

✶ ESPRESSO CUPS.

⋆  perfectly ties in with parisian but nyc café vibes.

✶  VOGUE MAGAZINES.

⋆  since since since i’m a columnist for vogue magazine who writes about, well, “sex and the city.” YES I STOLE CARRIE’s CAREER, it’s very fun to imagine seeing my own column on those pages. 

✶  SHOES. 

⋆  if you get it, you get it. if you don’t, you don’t. bonus point for manolo blahnik 

MARVEL COMICS DR REMINDERS. 

✶  COMIC BOOKS OR POSTERS. 

⋆  any reference to superheroes reminds me of my place among legends.

AUTHOR DR REMINDERS. 

✶  CLASSIC BOOKS ON DISPLAY.

⋆  seeing anna karenina or the bell jar in a bookstore feels like destiny.

✶  TYPEWRITERS OR VINTAGE JOURNALS. 

⋆  these make me feel like i’m penning the next great novel in my dr.

✶   ANY MENTION OF THE BOOKS I “WROTE.” 

⋆  in my dr, i’ve actually written a few of…uh, femcel novels. so, when i hear titles such as the secret history or the bell jar flying around, i do get a little giddy.   

F1 DR REMINDERS.

✶   LUXURY CARS OR RACING SOUNDS.

⋆  that distinct sound hits my adrenaline-loving dr like nothing else.

✶   FLAGS (ESPECIALLY CHECKERED ONES). 

⋆  a cute little “hey, go shift, hoe” to my drs high-speed glamour.

[nixie-deangel]

🐺, 😭, 🍼, 🤠

🐺 shifter au - hangster

He feels himself relax at the huff of laughter the man lets out in response to his flirting. “You always this forward?” the stranger asks, head dipping to put their faces closer to one another. “Only when I see somethin’ I wanna make mine,” Jake answers in a sultry drawl.

😭 jake doesn't deal with bradley's death - hangster

Was he ready for this? Was he truly ready to read all the thoughts and feelings Bradley hadn’t bothered to share with him? Did he really want to see if any of his worst fears would be confirmed by Bradley himself, from beyond the grave?

🍼 non navy bradley/fighter pilot jake as parents - hangster

Bradley feels tension leaving his body as he listens to Jake laughing at the ridiculousness of his sisters. Closing his eyes, he basks in the sound of it. The warmth he can feel spreading in his chest at knowing Jake was whole and hale and happy, even if he was almost half a world away for another few weeks before he would be coming home.

🤠 music producer Bradley x rancher Jake

He feels absolutely struck dumb as he takes in the man holding a sign with ‘BradBrad’ scrawled across it in a messy cursive. There had to be some sort of mix up, because there is no way in hell that is meant for him. Fuck, were Nat and Javy really trying to kill him?

Make Nixie Write!

[tazma-art]

Axl from @absolutely-normal-about-x legends reborn au

And Barrett :3

[stickeykeys]

u wont even believe whats boutta happen (fen and i r shifting tonights its gonna be crazy)

[degusart]

tweaked this art, i get to play this bastard today!

[danneronii]

Hello! This is an intro :3

My name is Danny, and I use any pronouns. This acc will serve as an online diary of sorts where I can meet likeminded people! :D

Some of my interests are

- Video games, my favorites are Dead By Daylight, Red Dead Redemption 2, Minecraft, Roblox, among many others!

- Reality shifting, this will be probably what i post about most here(if i actually remember tumblr exists LMAO). i'll talk abt my journey, and scripting as well!

- Writing/English stuff, wasnt sure really how to say it but yeah. I love writing (def not the best though)

- Music!! My favorite bands/artists are The Front Bottoms, Modern Baseball, Tyler The Creator, Mitski, Adrianne Lenker, The Crane Wives, and a lot more.

- Anime/Shows in general, my favs are Jujutsu Kaisen, Cowboy Bebop, Alice In Borderland, and I plan to watch a lot more.

Some things I will not tolerate here

While I've heard tumblr is pretty friendly and accepting, theres always gonna be haters! if you have unnecessary hate, just keep it to yourself instead of being a loser! thats really it

[lupismaris]

Struggling with writer's block/lack of creativity? Lock yourself in a moving car for 8 hours with nothing but your phone to work on. Suddenly everything becomes clear.

[emryarts]

Rehydrated capri sun vs desert corpse. Aka ezekiel had a break up and a glow up

[aventurineswife]

“I'd do whatever I could do”

Summary: Aventurine undergoes a bizarre transformation, reverting to his child form due to an inexplicable force. In this new, vulnerable state, he is found by Boothill, and you, who instinctively offers comfort and protection. Together, you three form an unlikely family, as Kakavasha, now a child, grapples with his new reality, experiencing innocence and care for the first time. Amid the chaos of the universe, they find brief solace in their newfound bond.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader x Boothill, Platonic, Transformation, Family, Unexpected Bonds, Comfort, Childlike Innocence, Humor, Surreal, Reader is called Mother but not implied female. @lavenderlovekakavasha

Warnings: Transformation (age regression), confusion, mild existential themes, emotional tension.

A/N: I'm half asleep while writing this so plz ignore any mistakes 😪

The warm glow of the sunset outside the IPC headquarters bathed the sterile interior in a soft, amber light. Aventurine leaned back in his chair, his fingers tracing the edges of the holographic charts laid out before him. The evening had been unusually quiet—until the unexpected wave of dizziness hit him.

"Not again..." Aventurine muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples as his vision blurred momentarily. He had always been one to trust his luck, but this felt… different. A strange sensation, something he couldn’t place, rolled through him like a tide. His body stiffened, a soft jolt running through his spine.

Before he could even register what was happening, the world around him began to warp. The walls seemed to shift, colors blending, and the floor seemed to fall away from beneath him. He gasped, feeling an overwhelming pull, and in a split second, his adult form began to shrink, his limbs dwindling down to a child’s size. His once confident stance faltered, replaced by a wobbly, unsteady posture.

Aventurine, now no longer the calculated and sophisticated man he had been moments ago, stood frozen in the middle of the room. His attire—elegant, composed—hung awkwardly around his much smaller frame, the fine materials pooling like a blanket on the floor. His golden-rimmed glasses fell from his face, and his typically calm and collected features now bore the unguarded innocence of a child.

The air was thick with confusion. Aventurine’s eyes—now large and wide—darted around in panic. His small hands trembled as he reached up to touch his now-short(?) hair. “What…?” he squeaked in a voice that was much higher than he had ever remembered it being.

Before he could further process what had happened, the door to his office slammed open, and in strode Boothill. The cyborg cowboy, tall and imposing, paused at the threshold when he saw what was unfolding before him. His mechanical eye whirred, analyzing the situation, his black pupils narrowing in confusion.

"Well, ain’t this somethin’," Boothill muttered, taking a step forward. His usual bravado faltered just a little as he looked down at the small, confused child now standing where Aventurine had once been. "Ain't no way I’m seein’ things right now..."

Aventurine—no, Baby Kakavasha—looked up at the towering cowboy. The child’s eyes were wide with fear, but there was also a glimmer of recognition. His lips parted as he searched for words, but none came.

Boothill stared at him for a long moment, his gloved hands hovering near his holstered guns as if unsure what to do next. “What in the galaxy is goin’ on here, kid?”

The air felt thick with tension. Baby Kakavasha took a hesitant step forward, his small voice trembling. “I—I don’t know,” he stammered, struggling with the unfamiliarity of his child’s body. “I didn’t do this. It wasn’t me.”

Boothill scratched his head, his mechanical parts creaking as he did so. “Kid, I ain't got the faintest clue what’s happenin', but one thing’s clear—you ain't lookin' like yourself. You a shape-shifter, or is this some kinda joke?”

“Please,” Kakavasha’s voice was softer now, more fragile than the usual sharp tone he carried as Aventurine. “Can you help me?”

Boothill exhaled slowly, his harsh features softening just a fraction. He wasn’t the sentimental type, but seeing this child—this version of Kakavasha—made his heart tug with an unfamiliar feeling. He took a step forward, crouching down to meet the small child’s gaze. “Alright, kid,” he said with a sigh. “Guess I’m gonna have to step up. I ain't got no clue how this happened, but you're not alone in this.”

Just then, the door to the room slid open again, and you stepped in. Your instincts kicked in immediately, and your brow furrowed at the sight before you. Aventurine, or rather, Baby Kakavasha, looked up at you with wide, uncertain eyes, his small body trembling in confusion.

Without hesitation, you approached him, kneeling beside the child. There was no explanation for why, but an overwhelming urge to protect him, to care for him, surged through you.

“Don’t worry,” you said gently, extending your arms to comfort him. “You’re safe now. I’ll take care of you.”

Boothill, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness welling up in his chest. “Guess that makes me your dad then,” he remarked dryly, scratching his head. “Ain't no way this is normal, but looks like we’re a family now.”

Kakavasha blinked at Boothill, still overwhelmed by the bizarre circumstances. “Father?” he echoed, testing the word on his lips. His expression was a mix of confusion and surprise, but also... curiosity. “You’re... my dad?”

“Yeah, you heard me right. I’m your old man now,” Boothill said with a smirk, though there was a softness in his voice that he didn’t usually show. "Ain't that somethin’, kid?"

Kakavasha took a moment to absorb the idea, his little mind scrambling to make sense of the situation. His usual sharp wit was clouded by the childlike innocence that had taken over his demeanor. “So, uh... does this mean I can have cookies for breakfast now?” he asked, his small voice high-pitched but filled with a strange, hopeful tone.

Boothill blinked. "Well, uh... sure, kid. Why not?" He shook his head in bemusement. "You're supposed to be some kinda stone-cold strategist, and now you're askin' about cookies."

Kakavasha grinned widely, the simplicity of the question almost making the chaos around them feel a little more manageable. “Maybe... maybe we can even get ice cream after dinner!” he added, his face lighting up at the thought.

Boothill snorted, leaning back on his heels. “This whole thing’s a mess, kid, but sure. Ice cream it is.” He shot a glance at you. “You’re okay with that, right? I mean, we're a family now... I think?”

You chuckled softly at the absurdity of it all. "Sure, ice cream sounds good. After all, you’ve got to ease into being a kid again, right?"

Kakavasha looked up at both of you, his expression shifting from bewilderment to something softer, warmer. Despite the situation being entirely out of his control, there was a sense of comfort slowly building in him. Maybe, just maybe, this odd, unexpected family would be able to piece together a bit of stability, even if only for a moment.

“Thank you,” Kakavasha whispered, his voice now tinged with gratitude. “I... I don’t know what happened, but... I feel like I’m not alone anymore.”

Boothill’s face softened, just a little, as he placed a hand on Kakavasha’s small shoulder. “You’re not alone, kid. No matter what happens, we’ve got each other.”

The improbable new family stood there for a moment, in the midst of the swirling chaos, unsure of how or why this all came to be. But for now, Kakavasha was no longer a vengeful adult filled with hatred. He was simply a child, embraced by a new, unlikely mother and a cyborg cowboy who, in this strange turn of fate, had somehow become his father.

And for a brief, fleeting moment, the chaos of the universe outside seemed to fade away as they stood together, a family of three, with Kakavasha’s small hand resting gently in Boothill’s rough palm. The game of life had thrown them a curveball, but for now, they would face it as one.

The dawn would come for them eventually. But for now, they had each other. And cookies. And ice cream.

Very lazily written and not edited lol

Art by @Senlly_2507 on X

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Video Games Part 11

Alien: So what is this one about? Human: Vampires in the wild west. Alien: Sounds interesting. Human: You’d think so, but when the main characters are as animated as the undead monsters they fight it’s pretty hard to take them seriously. Alien: From your own admission they are fighting vampire cowboys…..how serious were you expecting it to be? Human: ……. Touché. ---------------------

Alien: What is “The Quarry”? Human: Murder porn and sadness. Alien: ……………… ------------------------

Alien: “Boltgun”? Human: A man too angry to die because of what a sassy bitch he is. Alien: How does being sassy make you avoid death? Human: Because even death is afraid of being mocked so hard. ---------------------

Alien: Why would anyone want to play an aquatic predator? Human: You ever just look at someone and wonder what they’d taste like? Alien: I believe that is called cannibalism. Human: Not unless you’re a giant fish. ---------------------

Alien: Why does the tiny creature have a machine gun? Human: To stop you from eating it. Alien: Most effective. ---------------------

Alien: I heard this one is a popular game. Human: Eh, I guess. Alien: What do you mean “eh”? Alien: There have been five of them made. Human: It’s mostly made for people that like to watch a slow mo shot of a bullet going through a man’s balls over and over. Alien: What sadistic beings are you?!? Human: You should let me tell you about Meat Boy sometime for more context. ---------------------

Alien: This one looks cute. Alien: It’s about a brother in sister in your primitive era. Human: And a shit load of rats. Alien: What? Human: Yeah, you can make the rats devour a man whole as he screams and begs for his life. Alien: I…..but…..just….why? ----------------------

Alien: Why on florps name would someone want to play a game about manual labor? Alien: is not the point of your entertainment games to seek enjoyment? Human: Some people feel pleasure from a job well done. Alien: That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Human: Didn’t your people worship a rock a couple centuries back because when the light hit it the thing sparkled? Alien: ………touché. -------------------------

Alien: I wish to escape this bunker. Human: You just need to find some dynamite and a plunger to trigger it. Alien: Sounds easy enough. Human: And avoid the ancient giant rat god stalking the halls of the bunker. Alien: What is with your people and rats?!!?!?!? ----------------------

Alien: What is this “Crackdown 3” about? Human: A cops fantasy about how they view themselves. Alien: How so? Human: They see themselves fighting crime when more often they help prop up a totalitarian regime. Alien: Did not the second one have monsters in it? Human: That’s how they see poor people. Alien: Holy gargle…..that’s messed up. --------------------

Alien: What is this one? Human: Designing overly elaborate death machines to murder guys in metal suits with swords. Alien: Is that not what we did to your people during the third age of your species? Human: Come again? ------------------

Alien: Is this game about zombies? Human: More a social experiment. Alien: How so? Human: It has no set rules or goal in a zombie apocalypse, but more often you find people choosing the worst things to do to each other for shits and giggles. Alien: It can’t be all that bad. Human: I watched a group of high level players capture a new player, strip them of their gear, and force them to drink bleach under pain of death for a meme. Alien: ……………….. ----------------------

Human: How’s the new game goin- Alien: *Grabs human friend and sprays them with foam Alien: Good…you’re not one of them. Human: spits out foam One of what? Alien: A shape shifter! Alien: They were everywhere on the station and that made me wonder if those bastards are here in the home as well! Human: Wouldn’t say they’re all bastards. Table: Yeah, some of us are actually nice fellows. *Alien and Human both scream*

[aggro-my-beloved]

In case it’s true that you attract what you fear:

✨ manifest in the tags ✨

[nixie-deangel]

🔥 🤠 🐺 please!

🔥 virgin jake - hangster

He watches as Jake hums, soft and low, only catching it because of his enhanced hearing. Watches as he tilts his head and studies him, trying to see if Bradley is lying to him or tricking him somehow. Which is what makes him power on. “I know there is no way to undo what I have done. So I am offering you an out. Take however long you need to decide.” He gives a nod before turning and making his way out. Though he feels like every step is a mile as it feels like he is leaving his heart behind him the farther he moves away from him.

🤠 music producer Bradley x rancher Jake

He feels absolutely struck dumb as he takes in the man holding a sign with ‘BradBrad’ scrawled across it messily. There has got to be some sort of mix up, because there is no way in hell that is meant for him. Fuck, are Nat and Javy really trying to kill him?

🐺 shifter au - hangster

She pauses where she’d been rolling out the dough for a batch of cinnamon rolls for breakfast and watches her youngest son for a moment before feeling her lips curl up into a smile. “You find someone you think could carry your heart for you, baby?” She watches as he gives a little shrug before going back to his chore.  Grinning, she turns her attention back to the task at hand. “Ya know, baby, sometimes it's the feisty ones that are worth it the most. Should ask your daddy ‘bout it tomorrow, when you help him fix up the fences.”

Make Nixie Write!

[dalivanmagritte]

FIC REC : CHOI SAN (SAN)

favs

in the quiet places (fav, FLUFFY FLUFF, smut)

no smut

kill them with kindness (angstish, fluff, TENSIONS)

chicken noodle soup (fluff)

classics (smut)

filthy lips, loving touch (smut, fluff)

it's sweatpants season! oh my! (smut)

sweet farmer (smut)

save a horse, ride a cowboy (smut, cowboy!au)

knots (smut, masseur!au)

soft san (smut)

a lesser man (smut, fighter!au, boxer!au)

kalla (smut, BDSM)

i see red (smut)

dilf (smut)

roommate (smut, roommate!au (duh))

handy (smut, handyman!au)

his princess (smut, badboy!au)

howling to your moon (smut)

better late than never (smut, husband!au)

give a little pow pow on the baby maker (smut)

after all, you're my wife (smut, mafia!au)

stay focused (smut, office!au, university!au)

at your mercy (smut)

the hidden pleasure (smut)

pussy slapping (smut)

inexperienced (smut)

i hate how bad i want you part.2 (smut, CEO!au)

be my americano (smut)

workout (smut)

san as your boyfriend (fluff, smut)

cam boy (smut)

alternate universe (magics, gods, royalty, etc...)

limitless (smut, fluff, angst, knight!au, royal!au)

warrior (smut, historical!au, shifter!au, werewolf!au, royal!au)

let me protect you (smut, angst, victorian era!au)

demon cat boy (smut, catboy!au)

shut up and drive (smut, mafia!au)

imp!san (smut, imp!au)

hollow's eve (smut, demon!au)

vaya con dios (smut, religious!au, photographer!au)

*739 (smut, sex worker!au)

kinkuary day 1 (smut, royal!au)

underwater (smut, greek mythology!au)

the big bad wolf (smut, fluff, angstish, hybrid!au)

catch me if you can (fluff, hogwarts!au)

the champion (fluff, angstish, hogwarts!au)

from the shadows (fluff, hogwarts!au)

darling, his darling (smut, angstish, royal!au)

incubus: coming of age (incubus!san, smut)

to taint your soul (smut, incubus!san)

baby baby (smut, ABO!au)

synthetic heartbeat (smut, IA!san)

with another member

heists and celebration x wooyoung (smut, thiefs!au)

slow it down x wooyoung (smut, mafia!au, boxer!au)

crazy form x wooyoung (smut)

descend to depravity x seonghwa (smut, demon!au)

morally gray (and tw)

an imprisoned nighttale (pirate ateez, kidnapping!au, angst)

twisted (smut, stalker!au)

[sivyera]

Heyy do you accept requests? If you're taking requests can you write Paul Lahote and the imprint female reader? They have been together for a long time and are even thinking of getting married. But one day, while returning from work, the reader is attacked by a vampire and is forced to turn into a vampire... thanks in advance if you write. I love your works~

hope you like it!

undying love

paul lahote x fem!reader (later x vampire!reader)

song - Everlong by Foo Fighters

a/n: e/y = eye color (your eye color btw), Paul's nickname for you is 'dollface'

༺☆༻

Paul thought nothing could surprise him.

He though that after James was killed, it will get better, but oh how he was wrong...

He's running as fast as he could. He felt how the cold air was stabbing his lungs but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was... you.

It was supposed to be a normal day. You were on your way from work with your noon coffee you always bought in the coffee shop near your work. You got into your car and started driving home with your favourite song playing in the background.

As you were drinking your coffee while driving, you were thinking about the love of your life, Paul.

It was still pretty new to you, I mean that vampires and werewolves existed- sorry shape-shifters how Paul always corrected you. For you he was a big puppy, that's it.

Also the imprint thing was new. But honestly this was kinda heart warming, knowing that you are Paul's world.

You were thinking about all the memories you two had. How much fun you had on the beach. How he carried you on his back in his wolf form. All of this and many more crossed your mind which made a smile crawl up your face.

As you were thinking you, you drank your coffee. So you pulled over to the first bin you saw near the road. As you got out of the car you knew something was wrong. You felt weird, like someone was watching you.

You shook off the feeling, telling yourself it was nothing. As you throwed the empty cup into the bin, you turned to go back to your car but you stopped as two crimson red eyes were staring into your soul.

You could recognize those ginger curls everywhere. It was Victoria.

It was a moment and your vision turned black. The last thing you heard was your own cry of pain.

Your cry of pain was also heard by Sam who was checking his territory, he smelled a vampire near by earlier, so he went to check. You were lucky he did.

He ran to help you, but after he arrived, Victoria was god and the venom was spreading fast through your veins. Sam picked you up on his back and started running towards the Cullens.

Why? Because Carlisle was the only one who could help you. As he was getting closer and closer to the Cullens, he howled. To let them know he's coming, also to let know... Paul.

And now we're at the start. Paul is running as fast as he could. He felt how the cold air was stabbing him from the inside of his lungs but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was to get to you.

As Paul arrived to the Cullens, Sam stopped him right before he entered the front door.

"Let me go!" Paul barked.

Sam gave Paul a look that said 'calm down cowboy, don't forget who I am' and stopped him in his tracks once more. "She's gonna need you now" Sam said. That was all he said!

It took Paul's breath away. Was it that bad? Was he late? he rushed into the house while these thoughts were filling his mind.

Carlisle walked towards Paul the minute he pushed the door open. He gave him a assuring smile that you survived. "How is she?" Paul asked impatienly.

His eyes twitched everywhere around the room, looking for you but you weren't there. Carlisle was probably having you in his tentative doctor's office he had in the house.

"She survived but it was too late even for me... the venom spread through her veins before even Sam found her, she's gonna be a vampire" Carlisle answered to Paul.

Paul was speechless. You were what?! You gonna be a vampire?!

"That's not possible! She's my imprint!" Paul argued.

Carlisle smiled and placed a comfort hand on his shoulder. He understood why Paul was so angry. He had a problem with controling his anger and vampires with shape-shifters were long time enemies.

"That doesn't change anything. She's still your imprint, she can be as a vampire." Carlisle said as he point at the door of the room you were in.

This was all Paul needed to hear. Without another word he rushed into that room and closed the door behind him.

He then turned and saw you laying on a beautifully made bed. He walked closer to you, he noticed how your skin was pale and you looked bit underweight.

It was horrifying to see you like this. He took your now cold hand and stroked it with his fingers.

He then sat down, next to you and he wasn't going to leave you until you woke up.

Two days passed and you finally opened your eyes. You felt something warm wrapped around your left hand, When you opened your eyes and looked down to see what that warm thing is, you saw sleeping Paul holding your hand in his.

You smiled as you saw this, he really was a sweetheart inside. He cared for you deeply and he loved you more then anyone else in this world.

Paul noticed how you moved which made his head shoot up in the air. He then saw your smiling face looking at him, but instead your beautiful e/c, his brown eye met your blood red ones.

But he had to admit you looked really hot with them. After all he was happy that you are alive.

"I missed you dollface." He said as he placed a deep kiss on your cold lips.

It sent a cold chill down through his spine as your lips touched his. It was somehow a rush of adrenaline, he loved it. He waited few extra seconds in that kiss before you broke it.

"I missed you too." You answered with a smile.

Paul laughed as he saw you smile. He helped you slowly sit up so you won't get dizzy as he was looking at your new appearance. He then smirked to himself as he quickly went back to his normal flirty self.

"You look hot." He said as he was looking up and down at you.

You didn't look that sick anymore, not so underweight. The two days really did good on you. You skin was like glass, cold and fragile.

You rolled your eyes and smacked his biceps as you heard him say that. He just laughed, finding this more and more funny. After few seconds of laughing, he took your chin into his hand and kissed you.

"I love you." He said as he broke the kiss.

This kiss made you melt into his touch. He was so warm, so cozy, he felt like home. You smiled into the kiss and after few seconds, you answered.

"I love you too" You said as you pulled him into another, now more messier kiss.

[superbatweek2024]

We know that the superbatweek 2024 edition is over, but we have some bonus content for all of you!

The Bonus Tracks is our way to present to you all the prompts we recieved for the event.

Stay tuned for more Bonus Tracks!

A-AU cathegory of prompts under the cut.

A/B/O dynamics

Omega Bruce must have a mate A/B/O slavery mercyfic Omegaverse Undercover mission gone wrong, arranged marriage au, Krypton survives au, omega Bruce, terms of endearment/pet names, scars, trust, mind-controlled Batman, World's Finest 2022, wingfic

Accents

New Jersey accent Bruce and Kansas accent Clark!

Accidental [blank]

Accidental baby acquisition Accidental Identity Reveal Accidental Marriage

Aliens

Alien Creature x Eldritch Horror Alien Invasion/Alien Rule Alien planet

Amazonian Clark

Clark is raised by the Amazons

Amnesia

Amnesia fic Bruce loses Memory and thinks Clark’s his boyfriend

Angst

Angst or Hurt/Comfort All Star Superman angst

Animal shifter/Animals

Getting turned into an animal Cat owner Clark and dog owner Bruce

Arranged marriage

Arranged marriage / royalty AU Marriage of convenience (that turns into true love)

Alternative Universe (AU)

Adoption Swap (Bruce is raised by the Kents, Clark is raised by Alfred) Artist!Bruce Astronaut Bruce and Alien Kal-El! Astronomy Professor!Clark Athlete!Clark & Musician!Bruce Justice League Band AU Superbat: bridgerton edition Kal-El's rocket lands behind the Wayne manor, childhood friends AU Cafe au no capes just two shop owners going at it Coffee Shop AU College party Batfam cryptid AU Dark AU Dungeons & Dragons Doctor Bruce Wayne Doctor!Bruce & Hairdresser!Clark Doctor/patient AU Eldritch AU Professor AU English Professor Clark and History Professor Bruce Superman got really into writing Bruce Wayne RPF for money. (Inspired by ship-to-ship combat.) Fantasy AU Clark is a wildfire fighter Doctor Bruce/Fireman Clark Doctor!Bruce & firefighter!Clark medical drama Lesbians!!!!!! Ghost-singer!Clark & Popstar!Bruce Gladiator AU Gotham By Gaslight Stuck in a time loop of the same day together Hallmark AU High school/college AU Historic AU/period-piece Historical AU How to Train Your Dragons AU Injustice Universe Justice Lords Krypton Lives Krypton survives or the Waynes live OR both at the same time! :D Rival mafia bosses “ Bring your kid to work day” Book/movie AU (e.g. Titanic, Sherlock Holmes) A King and His Knight One's a knight, one's a prince Mer AU Middle Earth AU Musician AU Mythical Creatures AU where one isn't a superhero, just a civilian No capes/powers AU Novelist Clark Kent Office Romance Origin Swap (Bruce is Kryptonian, Clark is human) Other earths Personal trainer!Clark & Masseur!Bruce Golden Age of Piracy AU In that alley way at 8 years old, a red lantern ring finds Bruce Wayne Role-reversal Rogue swap Royalty AU Royalty!Bruce & Waiter!Clark Serial killer AU Superbat as Sherlock and John Soulmate AU where Clark Meets “Matches” First Professional Sports AU Superhero Academy teen romance Supernatural Teacher(s) Theater AU: we’re the romantic leads and we hate each Time Period AU Undercover Boss Bruce Wayne falls for Planet intern Clark Kent Villains AU Warworld Clark and Space!pirate Bruce Wayne Western AU/Cowboys AU

[sheawritesstuff]

Wolf-Shaped Blanket

[Sam x Darlin]

[Fluff - 454 words]

[Nice short fic because they're cute and I love them]

Darlin groaned and kicked at the blankets while they tossed and turned in bed. They scrunched their face up as they struggled to get comfortable.

“Hey, you alright? Looks like you've got a one-man mosh pit goin on over here,” Sam joked as he walked toward the bed. He set the newly retrieved water bottle on their bedside table and looked at them inquisitively.

“I can feel my skin and it's pissing me off,” they complained. They kicked at the blankets one last time before giving up and melting back into the bed. Darlin tipped their head up and let out a sound that rode the line between a groan and a growl.

The vampire sat on the edge of the mattress and hummed as he considered their options. He clicked his tongue a few times before putting his hands up against the sides of his head. He mimicked the shape of wolf ears and lifted his eyebrows.

“You sure you're not just trying to get a sentient weighted blanket out of this?” Darlin teased.

“Baby, let's be honest, I'd get that whether you were shifted or not. I just want my Darlin to be as comfortable as possible.” He leaned down to kiss their head and carefully untangled the blankets from their sprawled limbs.

Darlin practically threw themself out of bed and all but ripped their clothes off. Once they were bare, they hopped back on the bed on all fours and shifted into their familiar canine form. The tension visibly eased from their body as they let out a low whine. Sam noticed the subtle wag of their tail, but decided not to mention it.

The cowboy maneuvered around the giant wolf in his bed and settled into his side of the bed. He then patted his chest a few times and grinned up at his shifter mate.

Taking the hint, they crawled on top of their partner and laid flat with their head on his shoulder. They nuzzled against his cheek and looked at their lover with the biggest puppy dog eyes imaginable. They'd never admit that part, of course, but Sam knew. That's all that really matters, right?

Sam rubbed his thumb up and down their snout and between their eyes in a gentle repetitive motion until their eyes fluttered closed.

“Good night, Darlin’,” Sam whispered. He kissed their nose with a soft smile. “Sweet dreams.” He buried his hands in the soft fur on their neck and gently scratched. The vampire kept the same rhythm long after his big bad wolf had fallen asleep.

Their weight on top of him paired with the gentle and repetitive motion filled him with a warm calmness. He could get used to this.