#it’s raining and they’re on a hill and they’re madly in love and staring into each others eyes

[midoristeashop]

Is it strange to love a face this much?

[whumpdrivethru]

can i get a human whumpee stumbling into an abandoned house when they’re seeking shelter from a thunderstorm. except it turns out this place is home to a vampire who doesn’t like intruders. please make it very hurt/comfort and maybe the vampire feels bad for the human in the end. thanks!

Hey, sorry for the wait! I've been real sick so working the drive-thru's been tough. Hope this tastes good!

- Dmitri

Startled awake by a resounding thud from the floor below, the monster rose from their coffin. It was not the first time someone had come to slay them, and they knew it would not be the last. They would come in packs sometimes, with crossbows and crude wooden stakes, and cross pendants hung about their necks. Men and women, strong or scrawny, all ready to take a shot at the horrid vampire in the old house on the hill.

Rain slammed down against the roof above, the low growl of thunder reminding the vampire of their own growing hunger. Yawning, they brushed their fingers through their hair and took a deep sigh as they prepared for the confrontation. Fangs sheathed behind drawn lips, claws curled at their sides, they began the careful descent down the rotting stairs. The stench of old wood and dust did not bother them anymore, as it had done when they first moved in. One does get used to dwelling in squalor when there is nowhere else to go.

The vampire stepped into the foyer, silent and cautious, to see a young man slumped against the dresser by the door. He was breathing heavily, clothes and hair soaked from the rain, shivering. The vampire kept to the shadows, observing, and noticed something rather curious. This human carried no weapons, no cloves of garlic, no silver crosses, or holy texts. He was not here to hunt. He sat still for some time, the vampire watching as his chest heaved and his shoulder shook as his body was wracked with shivers.

The poor thing’s going to freeze to death, the vampire mused, aware of their terribly insulated home, before catching themselves; poor thing? Since when do I pity humans? They pushed those thoughts aside and considered for a moment what to do with this human – the vampire usually only drank from those who came to harm them, though, to be fair, this was the first time that hadn’t been the case. Regardless, the human had to go. His reaction to the vampire’s next move would determine how.

As swift and dark as a swooping raven, the vampire emerged from the shadows and knelt before the human, cold hands grabbing his throat and sharp claws pointing up under his chin. He froze instantly – as much as one could when shivering madly – and stared straight into the creature’s eyes, his own eyes widened in shock.

“This is my home,” the vampire said quietly, voice steady and low. “You are trespassing.” There was a moment of tense silence, broken only by the human’s tense breaths and the rhythmic thrumming of the rain outside.

“C-Clearly,” the human answered, swallowing thickly. “You, uh- you have a l-lovely home.” At this, the vampire raised their eyebrows.

“Flattery is more effective when you mean it,” they said dryly, pressing their claws in a little deeper. A drop of blood oozed out of the small wound and ran tantalisingly down the vampire’s finger. Strangely, the human’s features shifted; he set his jaw and looked straight into the vampire’s eyes, looking oddly determined.

“I’m w-worthless to my family now,” he said, “Might as well be useful to someone. Go on, suck me dry. Make my death mean s-something.” At that, the vampire seemed to choke on air and go very still, before slowly drawing their hands away. The two stared at each other for a moment, in which the human looked simultaneously offended and confused.

“Why would you-” he started, falling silent as the vampire’s hands curled around his wrists, slowly drawing them up so he was applying pressure to his wounds. They held them there for a moment before pulling away, standing up with a heavy sigh.

“I ate yesterday,” they lied. Truthfully, they weren’t entirely sure what to do with this clearly troubled human that’d stumbled into their abode. Killing him would probably be smart, but they weren’t all that fond of striking unprovoked.

“So what- what do I do? Just s-sit here and freez-” the human was interrupted by another fit of harsh coughing, doubling over and pressing a hand to his chest. The vampire looked at him, curled up and lost and bitter, and was jarringly reminded of something they’d been trying to forget.

“Please, just let me out! I-I promise, I won’t hurt anyone! I’m so cold, please…”

“That creature in there is not our child, dear. Don’t listen. It’s just trying to get in your head.”

The vampire bit their lip, hissing as their fangs pierced the skin. They still had moments like that, getting lost in memories or concentration and resorting to old human habits. Taking a deep breath, they steadied themselves and faced the human again.

“Don’t be dramatic,” they said sternly, “You aren’t going to die here, and I’m not going to kill you. Come.” He stood and cautiously followed them into the room at the end of the hall, still holding his hands over the small wounds under his chin. The vampire ushered him to a plush chair and aimed to push him down gently, wincing as they remembered their own strength. The human sat heavily with a little ‘oof’, watching as the vampire crossed the room and returned with an old cotton blanket. They shook it out before draping it over his shoulders, then stepping away as if they were afraid of any further contact.

“Thank you?” The human said, though it came out like a question. He wasn’t sure why this being clearly capable of killing him had decided to spare him, but he wasn’t going to protest. He had meant what he’d said before, about being willing to die, but it was at least a small relief to be breathing still.

“I’m sure you’re… not quite as worthless as you think,” the vampire responded with a light sigh. “Family has a habit of turning on you the moment you become different. Do not take it so personally.”

“You’ve been hurt too, huh?” The human asked, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. When he looked up, the vampire was gone. He sat for a moment, wondering if he’d offended them, when they strolled casually back into the room with small pieces of gauze in their hands. They knelt before the human, but this time as a healer instead of an assailant, carefully pressing the gauze between the human’s hands and the wounds.

“You could say that,” they finally answered, raising their piercing ruby eyes to the human’s for just a moment. Then they were gone again, stepping back deftly. They regarded him with apprehension before speaking quietly. “There’s a little wood left in the fireplace. Stay until the storm passes.” They vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving the human alone in the musty sitting room. Still, he was warm and oddly comforted, and decided perhaps he’d visit next time he was out hunting – he imagined the vampire would enjoy some rare meat in return for their odd hospitality.

As it turns out, they did.

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

hi!! for the kissing prompt, under the stars✨

“Aang, what could possibly be so important that you had to wake me up in the middle of the night to see it?” Zuko grumbled, rubbing sleep from his eyes with his free hand as his boyfriend practically dragged him out of his tent.

“You’ll find out soon!” was Aang’s teasing response. “Now close your eyes. I want it to be a surprise.”

If he shut his eyes again, Zuko was halfway-worried he’d fall back asleep despite how he’d be standing and walking, but at the same time... He’d also never been able to say no to Aang. Especially since after the war had ended. And as long as his boyfriend didn’t let go of his hand while he tugged him along - well, he’d probably be fine.

Emphasis on ‘probably’.

But apparently they didn’t have far to travel, as after a brief uphill climb Aang slowed to a stop, giving Zuko’s hand a gentle squeeze after doing so. “Okay. You can look now.”

Zuko opened his eyes and was… unimpressed, to put it mildly. They were standing on top of a small, grassy hill, and their campsite was only twenty or so feet behind them. “What am I supposed to be -”

“Look up, Sifu,” was Aang’s gentle, amused response, and Zuko was so grateful the words hadn’t been followed by ‘hotman’ that he followed his boyfriend’s instructions without question, lifting his gaze upwards to see -

“Wow.” No other words but the one came to Zuko’s mind, his eyes wide and his voice barely above a hushed whisper as he stared in awe at the sight before him. Stars raining down, twinkling, falling across the sky and disappearing as fast as they’d come. “They’re so… wow.”

His uncle had told him about meteor showers, once, but what with his tendency to sleep like the dead from dusk to dawn… Zuko wasn’t sure he’d ever see one in person. Although with his boyfriend being a waterbender, maybe midnight dates wouldn’t be terribly uncommon in their future. As long as Aang remained with him, Zuko supposed he could tolerate it.

“I wish I could show you what they look like from the Southern Air Temple,” Aang breathed, one hand outstretched towards the glittering skies above. “Spirits, I remember feeling like I could reach out and touch them! Isn’t it the most beautiful thing in the world?”

Zuko turned to look at his boyfriend, an agreement ready on the tip of his tongue, but his voice caught in his throat when his gaze fell upon Aang’s awestruck, elated expression, gray eyes twinkling with the light of a thousand stars as his soul seemed to dance through the air beyond their mortal realm.

“Yeah,” he managed to choke out. “Beautiful.”

Aang frowned, giving him a concerned look. “Are you okay? You sound like you have a fro-”

Zuko found himself surging forward, cupping Aang’s face in his hands and cutting him off with a kiss that burned with a fire hotter than any falling star. Aang stood frozen before eagerly returning the kiss, placing his hands on Zuko’s waist and gripping the red fabric tightly.

The only time Zuko ever wished he was an airbender, too, was when he was madly kissing the love of his life, because spirits what he wouldn’t give to never have to break for air.

When he was forced to pull away, the tiny, greedy monster in Zuko’s stomach relished the dazed, satisfied look in his boyfriend’s eyes. It was an expression he’d never tire of seeing.

“What was that for?” Aang murmured before giving Zuko a wide smile. “Not that I’m complaining.”

Zuko hesitated, then shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Aang scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Sure you don’t.”

Zuko chuckled. His boyfriend knew him better than anyone. “I mean…” He dropped one of his hands to intertwine his fingers with Aang’s. “Seeing you under the stars just… did something to me.”

Aang’s gaze softened before a smug smirk slid onto his lips. “Is that so?” He leaned forward, standing on his tiptoes so his next words fell right beside Zuko’s ear. “Then we should have midnight rendezvous more often.”

Zuko swallowed hard before nodding. And when Aang captured his lips in a second kiss, Zuko knew he’d never complain about being woken up in the dead of night again.

[quicksilver-foxheart]

Down By The Sea: Part 2

 Part 1

-

“Wind, are you sure about this?” Four asked uneasily as Wind untied the knot staying the raft.

“Oh, relax, Four-yes, I’m sure. Besides, we’re not stealing the raft, just. . .borrowing it, that’s all. We’ll return it by dawn, no harm done.” He stepped onto the raft with a boat oar, and when Four finally stepped on besides him, he thrust it into the water. The raft hardly budged, and when Wind tried yet again, he was met with the same result. 

“I thought you could sail,” Four accused.

“It’s not as easy as it looks,” Wind grunted, trying once more. “Besides, I sailed a proper boat, not some stupid raft.” He heard his companion sigh, and felt the raft dip as he stepped off. He was still trying vainly to move the raft when he felt Four step back on. 

“If you’d listened to Wild every now and then, you’d know that the best way to move these rafts is with a Korok leaf.”

Wind turned around to see Four holding the large leaf out to him. Rolling his eyes, he tossed the oar aside, where it drifted out towards the open ocean. Turning around once more, he took a deep breath and swung the leaf. 

The resulting gust of wind made the raft shoot forward, and Wind could hear Four let out a yelp as he lunged to grab the sail post. Laughing in delight, he continued to swing leaf, and as the raft practically flew over the water, Wind couldn’t help but be reminded of his days sailing the Great Sea with The King of Red Lions.

Much too soon later-in Wind’s eyes, anyway-the raft collided into the shore. “We’re here,” Wind sang, glancing back at Four, who stumbled off the raft on shaky legs. “You alright there? Ya’ look a little green in the face, y’know.”

“Just peachy, Wind. Never better,” Four stood up, finally catching his breath. “What is this place?” he asked, surveying the island they’d landed on. It seemed to mostly be covered by a thick tropical forest of sorts, but off to the right, there were two different tall, rocky, steeply-sloped hills.

Next to him, Wind shrugged. “Let’s climb up there, maybe we can scout the area,” he suggested, already running at the taller and farther of the two hills. He passed a particularly sandy, soft-earthed spot in the valley between the hills, and couldn’t help thinking that only a giant could’ve made that sort of imprint. 

He scrambled up the the side of the hill, hauling himself up. Below him, Four muttered under his breath, wiping dust out of his face for the umpteenth time after Wind kicked it down while climbing. 

“Whew!” Wind gasped as he pulled himself up over the lip of the cliff. Not much later, Four appeared as well. 

“Well, we climbed the hill, can we go back now? I don’t even see why we had to leave Lurelin in the first place,” Four grumbled, wiping sweat off his forehead.

“I guess. . .” Wind sighed. The pleasant surprise of nostalgia and the trip down memory lane had made him homesick, sure, but he was very much enjoying himself. “Seeing as it is dawn, anyway.” 

Peeking over the edge of the cliff, he slowly walked down it, and Four had no choice but to follow, lest he be left alone on the island, which was giving him the creeps. With Wind leading the way, they made their way back to the beach, Four taking extra care to step around the giant indentation.

“Hey Four. . .?”

Four decided he didn’t like Wind’s almost guilty tone and felt a sliver of dread creeping up his spine. “Yeah?” he asked, coming up behind the sailor to see what he was staring at. Or rather, what he wasn’t staring at.

“Wind, where’d the raft go?”

-

Warrior awoke with a start to hear Time and Twilight arguing outside of the inn they’d stayed at. Yawning, he made his way out of the hut. “What’s going on, guys?”

Both heroes looked up at Warrior. “Have you seen Wind or Four?” Time asked, an expression of concern matching the one on Twilight’s face.

“No, why?’ Warrior asked, letting out another yawn. 

“Wild woke me up, saying they weren’t around and the innkeeper hadn’t seen them at all, then ran off,” Time explained.

As if on cue, the Hero of the Wild came jogging up from the general direction of the lookout tower. 

“Any luck?” Warrior demanded on his approach.

Wild shook his head. “No, but I just got done talking with the village elder, and he said his raft went missing.”

“Well, I’m sure we can all guess who the raft thief-or rather, thieves- are,” Twilight said with a sigh, running his hand through his hair.

‘Wild, is there anywhere they might’ve gone?” Time asked him, glancing at Twilight briefly. Wild appeared lost in thought for a moment as he thought, and his eyes widened. 

“I think I know exactly where Four and Wind went.”

-

“Great, thanks a lot, Wind,” Four groaned, throwing another pebble into the water.

“How was I supposed to know the raft would disappear?”

“Well, maybe if you hadn’t insisted on sneaking off and dragging me with you to prove you’re not just some ‘kid,’ we wouldn’t be in this situation,’ Four kicked at a rock indignantly, wincing at the resulting pain.

Wind bit back a response, and turned around to survey the tropical forest behind them. His eyes landed on something glowing blue and seemingly familiar. “Hey, look! Isn’t that one of those shrine thingies?” 

Four turned his head and followed Wind’s gaze to see what was in fact, a shrine, sitting at the very top of the hill they’d just climbed. “I suppose we might as well just climb all the way back up,” he sighed.

-

The seven heroes stood in a group at a peninsula overlooking the far off Eventide Island, and as he stared it, Time couldn’t help but shudder at how innocent yet foreboding it seemed. “Are you sure this is the place?” He couldn’t understand what could possibly drive the missing two heroes to want to go there.

Wild nodded. “Positive,” he said, if a little unsurely. It was the only place he could think of, anyway. “I’ll just teleport over there, look around, and warp back here, quick as a Blupee.”

“What’s a Blupee?” Hyrule asked curiously, glancing at the blue-clad hero. 

“Just. . .a, ah, rabbit of sorts, I guess,” Wild muttered, fiddling with the Shiekah Slate. A glowing, circular shape appeared where Hyrule was standing, and he let out a squawk of surprise, scrambling back. 

“Hey, wait a sec, Pup, who said you were going to do this alone?” Twilight demanded, taking a step closer to his apprentice. Looking up at him, Wild grinned guiltily and promptly faded, vanishing into a swirl of blue light. 

“I swear to Hylia, he’s impossible to keep track of,” Twilight muttered, sinking down against a nearby palm tree. Nothing to do now but wait.

-

When Wild landed on the shrine portal, he could instantly tell something was wrong. The island was far too quite, the birds weren’t chirping, and he couldn’t even hear the cackling and howling of the various nearby monsters. The silence set him on edge, but he ignored it, spotting Wind and Four sitting in the spot the black feathered Rito had sat. Strange. But he supposed that not even the sky loving Rito could stay on this cursed place forever. Snapping out of his thoughts, Wild jogged down to the two. “Wind, Four, there you are.”

As if they were one, the two turned to face Wild. “Hey, Wild, you found us,” Wind grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, a common habit the Links shared. 

Wild rolled his eyes. “Yeah, good luck with Warrior and Time. They’re more worried than a mother bear over her cubs. You two are probably gonna’ be in huge trouble with them,” he shrugged, not saying it to be smug or teasing, just stating the truth. He opened his mouth say something else, but was cut off with a terrifying roar. Three sets of blue eyes scanned the island below them, and Wild’s heart dropped when he recognized the hoofed monster with purple and silvery-white striping. Glowing purple eyes locked onto the cerulean of the tallest hero amongst the three.

“Wild, what’s that thing?” Four asked, eyes wide as he stared at the lynel below, which hadn’t attacked-yet. 

“Lynel,” Wild hissed, and before anything else could be said, a bow and shield appeared on his back as if by magic, and he leapt off the hill, whipping out the paraglider.

Four and Wind watched as, enraged, the lynel reared back up, pulling out the largest weapon and shield either of them had ever seen. Wild pulled out his bow mid-air, swiftly nocking and firing three arrows at once.

They exploded on contact with the beast, and Wild took that opportunity to drop down onto the monster’s back, rapidly slashing and hacking at its back while it madly bucked. Wild flew off, skidding on the ground as he and the lynel circled in the admittedly small space. The lynel shrieked, surrounding itself with a ball of fire that exploded outwards, which Wild barely managed to avoid. He shot the lynel once again, firing at it rapidly as he slowly inched in on the kneeling lynel.

The battle continued with Wild avoiding its attacks and firing at it with arrows then mounting it. While its strength was weakening, Wind could tell that Wild was as well, and that was when another of his brilliant ideas hit him. Four watched as Wind pulled out his bow and began raining arrows down upon the battle below.

“Wind, what are you doing? What if you hit Wild?”

“Then how else do you propose we help without completely getting in the way?

Four considered this. One one hand, it might get the battle over with a lot quicker if they both charged down their with Wild, but that could go either way. He pulled out his own bow, and the two of them managed to time their attacks so an arrow was always being fired.

Meanwhile, Wild, while he appreciated the help, didn’t appreciate how he now had to dodge arrows as well. He continued to zigzag around the beast, and, deciding he was at a safe enough distance, paused to catch his breath. Looking up to see the lynel swiftly approaching, he snapped his fingers, hoping that Urbosa would come through and that her power would be ready to use at that moment.

His luck held out as lightning struck the oncoming beast and it shrieked, twitching as its weapons dropped from its hands. It dropped to the ground, disappearing in a puff of smoke, and Wild picked through what it’d left behind.

He didn’t hear Four and Wind coming up behind him as he pondered what could’ve caused a lynel to spawn there of all places. He realized it must be the work of Dark Link, despite wanting to chalk it up to the curse of the island. 

“Wild?” Came a tentative voice behind Wild. Turning around, he faced Wind and Four. 

“Yeah?” he asked tiredly.

“Are you okay?” Wind asked.

Wild flapped a hand, gesturing the matter away. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just forgot how hard it is to fight those things.” He pulled out the Shiekah Slate, looking back up. “Thanks for the help, by the way.”

Wind smirked at Four, who rolled his eyes. 

“Here, hang onto me,” Wild instructed. Wind grabbed his left arm and Four his right, and next thing they knew, they appeared back at the peninsula. Four staggered to the ground, vomiting, while Wind trembled, looking pale as snow. 

Warrior immediately jumped up, hugging Wind tightly while Sky patted Four’s back.

“How do you do that?” Wind gasped, trying to ignore the sudden onslaught of nausea. Wild shrugged, slipping the Slate back on his hip.

“What took you guys so long?” Twilight, who would not stop pacing the duration of Wild’s departure, demanded, standing directly in front of the younger hero.

Wild shrugged. “Bit of trouble, nothing too serious,” he bit his lip, which Twilight had come to recognize as lying tick. 

“Nothing too serious?” He scoffed, placing a hand on his protege’s shoulder. “Wild, it’s nearly dark. It shouldn’t’ve taken the entire day.”

Wind, who seemed to have recovered, chose that moment to speak up. “There was this huge thing called a lynel, and Wild straight up flew down at it and took it out with lots of bomb arrows. He even got on its back and slashed at it with his sword and then Four and I shot arrows at it.”

Twilight arched his eyebrows, something Wild couldn’t do for the life of him. “Lynel, like the thing you talked about above Zora’s Domain?”

Wild gave a sheepish grin, scratching his neck, avoiding Twilight’s stern gaze. 

“Oh, Pup, what am I gonna’ do with you?”

-

“Wind, Four, don’t you dare try something like that every again, you hear?” Warrior demanded.

“Yes, dad, “ Wind snickered.

(gah i’m sorry i don’t know how to end stories i’m still getting used to writing, but at least i didn’t forget to press ‘save draft’ haha)