#the annoying part of me wanted to make this a twilight au so i could recreate the hug from the second movie but i kept a grip on myself

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An Intoxicating Desire.

Vampire au kc X human reader, scenarios.  Tws: blood, human organs, possible spoilers for any routes.

This writing is a part of my collab with, the amazing, @4stor he's the one behind Angel's and V's parts (he opened requests for Angel x reader so if you want more Angel content you know where to go <3) The art at the end is also a part of out collab made by him <3

Go shower my husband with love, darling readers.

Ronin Beaufort - Your Fav Vamp, Darlin'.

To my dearest darlin’.

I hope this letter finds you well, for I, your fucking amazing boyfriend,

or ronin beaufort, however you may Call me, invite you for a lil game.

what’s the game? oh, Hoped i’d tell ya? sorry to disappoint you love, i

would never destroy a wonderful surprise, not even Over my dead body. 

Come On, baby, pay me a Lil visit And find out. maybe out game will 

inspire your new Tale? a lil human and their Eternally annoying 

vampire boyfriend having a lil game. heh don’tcha worry your Sweet 

little head over the game, you will find out soon. pay me a visit on the 

sappy-lovin’ day, why don’tcha, my human darlin’? 

                                                                                                         Your devil x

You stood in front of a palace door, it was black, tall, heavy and made out of painted wood. You never expected an… eccentric vampire like Ronin to live in a castle like that, but whenever you saw the interior it all came together. Ronin just leaned into the stereotypic vampires like Dracula and mixed it with Twilight “for the fun of it”. You never judged… okay you did. 

Now you were standing at the entrance of his home, the letter he sent you a week ago in your hand. You were curious to say the least, what new game did he plan? Usually it would be just the typical; truth or dare, people watching and making up stories about the people, nothing too crazy or unexpected. 

“I bet it’s the usual stuff.” You mumbled to yourself and pushed the door open, letting yourself in. Ronin never opened the door for you anyway in his belief the place is yours as much as it’s his and you didn’t argue. A huge castle you could call your own? That’s like a dream you weren’t willing to wake up from. 

Your eyes immediately moved over the hallway you knew so well, extravagant wallpaper and carpets, mixed with ancient furniture and the slight touch of three different pairs of combat shoes thrown on the elegant carpets. Truly Ronin style. 

Something was out of place though, there was a bowl of… chocolates on one of the fancy tables that were in the hallway solely for decorative purposes. 

Seriously, that man and his need to drive everyone around him crazy.  You looked at the chocolates, they seemed normal, and that should be the first red flag for your lil head, but you have a thing for ignoring red flags don’t you? 

You ate one of the chocolates, at first nothing seemed out of the ordinary, at least until you took a Bite and… oh god is that blood? The metallic taste on your tongue couldn’t come from anything else; you spat out the chocolate into your hand, you felt something twist in your stomach when you saw the red liquid on your palm. The world was spinning in front of your eyes. Yeah, you knew that Ronin is a vampire and that he finds great enjoyment in consuming blood, but to this extent? 

“You lost, darlin'.” A quiet whisper sounded in your Ears, a hand wrapped itself around your waist. You felt someone's torso pressing itself to your back and someone's hot breath tingling your neck. 

Ronin. 

“What do you mean I lost? We haven't started playing yet, Ronin” You calmed yourself to the best of your abilities, which was hard with your gut feeling telling you that you're in danger. 

Yeah, Ronin is your boyfriend, but he's still a deranged vampire who'll do anything to break the chains of boredom and indulge himself in his sick desires. 

“Awh, but we did. Darlin' this was our game.” Your eyes widened. What did he mean by that? Chocolates being a game? Maybe Ronin really lost it this time. 

“Why so shocked? Did’ja really think I would put a whole basket of chocolates at the entrance? Tsk, tsk, I thought you knew me better, love.” He tightened his hold around your waist. “As for my reward for winning-” Before he could finish the sentence you turned around and cupped his face with your hands. 

“Heyy why don’t you give me another chance? Don’t you think it’s too easy if you win without a little struggle Ro? Or are you just scared that I’d actually beat you?” Playing with his ego was a really convincing way to get Ronin to change his mind. After all he would have to prove you wrong now to keep his pride. 

“Heh, you’re so fuckin’ right sweetheart. Maybe you’re smarter than I expected.” He clicked his tongue and took a step back just to circle you. His eyes locked on you like a predator looking at his prey, well you weren’t far from the truth. He Is a predator, and you are his human lover, and sometimes a snack if he’s not in the mood to find a new person to change into a blood bag. 

“So, what are we playing now?” You asked, your gaze following his every mood. 

“What about a little hunt? Y’know, something thrilling.” He snickered. “Ya try to hide from me, if I find you, you lose.” There was that dangerous glint in his eye, the same look he would give you when he’s excited about something. 

“And how do I win?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. If there’s a reward maybe you’ll feel Nearly as eager to play as he is. 

“Good question my darling. How do you win…” He took a few steps towards you and you backed away with every new step he took, soon you felt the hard wall behind your back. 

He put his hand under your chin and looked into your eyes, you were hypnotised by the neverending void that kept many secrets within itself. Secrets you wanted to uncover one day. 

“If you manage to put this rose on me before I catch you, you win.” He placed a dried rose in your hand, it was black with all of its thorns still intact. The flower, even dead and dry for a while now, still didn’t lack beauty. Maybe it’s the deadliness that made it so charming? Maybe it was the same case for Ronin and the reason behind your lack of fear towards his vampirism. 

“Alright then, prepare to lose, Beaufort!” With a daring smile you ran through the hallway. 

You didn’t have a plan, heck you didn’t Even know if he was following after you. Damn Ronin and his damned ability to walk without making any sounds. You had one mission; getting that rose on Ronin at all cost. 

You ran through the hallways of Ronin’s castle, the dark corridors bathed in darkness and shadows, you could see the beautiful full moon through the big windows, usually covered by thick and long black curtains to prevent any sunlight from getting into the palace. You could hear your heartbeat, fastening with every second with every new turn you took or noise you heard. 

You weren’t stupid, you knew that Ronin would catch up to you at any given moment, even if he gave you time to run off, it would never be enough. He knows this castle better than you know the characters in your stories, and that meant that you’re in some serious trouble. 

It was worth the adrenaline though, being chased like this, as if your life was truly endangered, it made you feel alive. Like nothing could stop you from running. Your blood was hot, boiling even, your breath was fast, you were almost out of it. It all felt amazing, 

It didn’t take long until you heard loud and heavy footsteps somewhere behind you, panicking as you entered one of the many rooms in the castle’s left wing. You couldn’t see anything, it was far too dark for you pathetic human eyes, the only thing Visible for you was the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Your eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness and that's when you realised that you're even more fucked. It's the castle's throne room, you were there only once; when Ronin was giving you a tour around the castle. 

The room was beautiful, with two elegant thrones on a platform, overlooking the whole room, ready for the royal couple to greet their guests. Unfortunately, the thrones - even if extremely beautiful, made of the finest material, designed to be grand and eye-catching - were the only piece of furniture the room had to offer. 

You stood in front of two choices, hide behind the thrones or try to sneak out And Look for another room. The latter was less likely to happen, Ronin was too close, leaving now meant losing and you weren't willing to give up that easily. 

You moved as quietly as possible to the thrones at the End of the room and sat behind them. A hand to your mouth as you tried to calm your breathing and stay quiet. 

Thud. Thud. Thud. 

Ronin's footsteps were getting louder with every second, you heard the doors to the rooms next to yours open. It was horrifyingly exciting, knowing how close he is to finding you.

“Oh, writer darlin' where are you?” His voice came directly from behind the throne’s room doors. 

He was so close, too close. 

You had no means to escape, your hiding spot wasn’t helping either, you could only hope that he would walk past the throne room. If only hope and prayers really worked… 

You heard a creak when the door was pushed open, and steps echoed through the almost empty room, stopping in the middle of it. You held your breath, trying your best to make as little Noise as possible. Even your heart was too loud in that moment, each beat reaching your ears. You cursed yourself in your mind for choosing this room out of all the other available choices. 

You could hear Ronin getting closer to the thrones, but before he reached your hiding spot he stopped in his tracks and clicked his tongue. 

“Nah, They’re not here.” He said to himself, sounding disappointed. The sound of his steps getting further away from you was like a blessing you didn’t know you were awaiting. The door shut with a loud thud. You could finally breathe and decide on your next move, maybe even make a plan to actually win. 

You stood up from the floor, making your way towards the door with new found confidence, with Ronin making his way to the other rooms you should be able to chase him and put the flower on him. Before you could even walk away from the elegant seats, someone pushed you on one of the thrones and pinned you to it. 

“Awh darling, you lost, again.” Ronin’s face was Inches away from yours, you could see the shit-eating grin glued to his face. The disgustingly strong aura of confidence emanating from him. 

That bastard, of course it was a trap, you should’ve known it. Why would Ronin willingly skip over an obvious hiding spot and move on to another room? You’re such a fool, and it’s only because of some imaginary reward you would Never even get. Wow Y/N, you’re so smart. 

“So, what’s your reward?” You asked. You didn’t like the look he was giving you, it was too secretive. 

“Oh nothin’ much, watching you run around like an idiot was almost enough.” He titled your head back, tracing your neck with his thumb. “Almost. I’m starving, love.” He purred into your ear, his voice causing you to shiver. You swallowed, it was blood he was after. 

You looked into his eyes, he looked starved, just ready to bury his fangs in your neck. The thought alone, making your face flush. Your taste in men is really questionable… 

“Well, it’s your reward, take it.” He cackled at your reply, the sound sick, yet sweet to your Ears.

“With pleasure, my love.” He whispered into your ear, kissing the side of your head before his lips found their way to your neck. 

At first he was gentle, kissing your neck, but then he sank his teeth in it, the pain not unfamiliar, still unwelcome. You could feel his hold on your waist tighten, as he sucked on your blood, drinking it like he’s a starved animal getting food for the first time, like he’s an addict. After a while, the pleasure kicked in, the intimacy of it all fucking with your head. Ronin’s touch was tender, even if he was just taking some of your blood away from you. He still made sure that you weren’t about to pass out in front of him. 

When you started feeling lightheaded, Ronin recognised it, taking his teeth out of your neck, licking the small streak of blood that was running down your neck. 

“Happy valentines, baby.” He kissed your forehead. “Thank you for the sweet, sweet, meal.” 

Did you get the devil’s message, darlin’ reader?

Maria de la Rosa - Vampiric Perfect Angel.

For you, everything will be perfect, my sweetheart~

An elegant Angel was running around the kitchen, her perfect pink dress with decorative black roses spread on the floor making her look more majestic than usual. She was preparing for her very special day just for her lover, making sure that everything was perfect for her beloved’s visit. Every pastry and sweet was chosen with care, even the room was meticulously prepared for just the two of you. She wanted everything to be perfect. Ensuring that your Valentine’s date would be flawless and unforgettable.

She hummed to herself as she was taking the red velvet cake from the oven with protection gloves on. Servants and maids of De La Rosa’s castle were astonished to witness their young lady baking on her own—and doing it flawlessly—was a surprise. Maria’s excitement outweighed any concerns about the whispers and rumors amongst servants and maids. She could only care about her partner, her lover, the person she’ll be spending time with for the day till night.

My words will make your heart dance, my Angel.

Meanwhile, you were engrossed in writing a new novel—A vampire romance with a thrilling twist, something that Maria was especially eager to hear about. It was carefully crafted with intricate details in its scenes. You poured your heart and soul into words to create tension, passion, and the danger intertwined in its world. The story consumed your thoughts, Maria De La Rosa as your basis for your main character. After all, who else can depict the sweet lovable femme fatale other than your darling lover? You wanted a twist, the type of plot where it isn’t the usual Twilight and Dracula plot. You wanted the character to feel much more just like her, besides, it helps when you’re that hyperfixated over your love.

But with you, you know that she’s just Maria—even with her vampirism—she treats you better than all others.

And as for Maria? As usual, she is caught up in everything a born vampire princess could be busy with: grand balls, meetings with her new chamberlain (the one who manages the personal affairs of the princess) who was a much better improvement over Finian, and challenges with modeling as a vampire. Explaining to people that she only likes pictures done with one specific camera made her look like a picky spoiled rich girl, but what can she do? She can’t just tell everyone that it’s because regular cameras can’t capture her due to her vampirism.

Red velvet cake, one of our shared favorites

Maria finally cuts the cake, the servants take the trays of food and freshly brewed tea to the room Angel had prepared. The clock was ticking, it was almost time for your arrival, she was excited, all giddy and giggly. She made sure everything was in place, the vibe and the lights perfectly done for their little date. She checked her appearance: makeup, dress, anything that seemed out of place were retouched before she walked out down the corridors and by the main entrance.

The De La Rosa castle was adorned in a palette of white and rose gold, exuding elegance and perfection —an ideal reflection of a family renowned for producing one of the world's greatest models. She was, without a doubt, their most treasured jewel.

Finally, the door was open and there you stood, Y/N, with the matching color scheme outfit she sent to you. Magnificent clothing done with its finest for this very day, and in your hand was a gift. This was Maria de la Rosa’s partner, someone she cherished dearly and held close to her heart. You were always ready to listen to her, visit her whenever she asks you to, go out for little dates with her like the ones in the romantic movies she loved so much. You were a dream come true, the one who accepted her vampirism and let her be herself. It meant more to her than she could ever express, she was grateful.

She walks towards you with the knowing sweet smile, “My love! You’re here!” her eyes sparkled in delight at your presence.

Your hand reaches her cheek, a soft chaste kiss on her lips from your own. You missed her, you knew that and she did too, “I missed you, love” you whisper sweet nothings to her, a soft smile forms your lips.

Maria, flustered as ever, smiles with you. Her warmth radiating at the quiet moment, she leans her forehead against yours to feel your presence, a lingering moment for both of them as the world seems to fade away from them. Their heart beats in sync with their soft breaths mingling before their eyes flutter open and lock into one another with unspoken emotion.

She giggles, breaking the silence, “As much as I’d like to stay like this quietly with you… You’d miss out what I have planned if we stayed like this,”

“Yeah?” You say with your thumb caressing her cheek softly, “I didn’t know you had something prepared, I was just thinking about spending the day with you at the lounge.” you chuckle

“Well it’s Valentine’s day, silly! What more than to spend a special day with your lover?” she smiles charmingly

“Yeah��� What more than to spend a day with my princess, my angel, my loving Maria,” You trail your hand down to hers, “Either way, I’m happy to see you. I can’t wait to tell you about the novel I have in progress.” Maria beams in happiness before entwining her fingers with yours.

“Then let’s go~”

Just us, no princess work, no modeling, no pretty diamonds.

It’s just you and me, baby. Person to person.

Your lips on mine as you held my hand. A caress on my cheek, and our hearts flourishing under the moonlight.

It was a night neither of you would forget—a perfect blend of indulgence and romance. The evening had unfolded like a well-orchestrated symphony, with each course arriving in harmonious succession. You had savored a delicate appetizer, followed by a carefully chosen side dish that complemented the rich flavors of the main course. Every bite was shared with quiet laughter, soft glances, and gentle touches. And just when the night couldn't seem any more perfect, dessert arrived—a sweet finale to an already unforgettable evening, lingering on your lips like the memory of a perfect kiss.

Sweet sweet red velvet cake~

Maria lifted a small bite to your lips, her eyes watching you with quiet anticipation as you took it in. The sweetness melted effortlessly on your tongue, rich and delicate, a perfect balance of flavor that made you sigh in delight. A soft chuckle escaped her as she caught the way your expression shifted-eyes fluttering shut for a moment, savoring the taste. She knew you loved it, and that knowledge alone filled her with warmth. "I knew you'd like it," she mused, her voice laced with satisfaction as she playfully tapped the spoon against your lips, silently offering another bite.

“Mm~ and speaking of sweets~” You hummed as you brought out your little gift to her. Delicious handmade chocolates, icing so striking one would never be able to stop craving.

Maria was astonished, gaze shifting from the chocolate to your eyes. “You’re not the only one who prepared a little something,” you mused as you brought a chocolate to her lips, “Go on, princess. Try it,” you coo with a smile.

Maria took a small bite of the chocolate, savoring its chewy sweetness as it melted on her tongue. But what caught her off guard was the lingering aftertaste—a distinct metallic tang that sent a shiver down her spine. She hadn't noticed at first, but now her eyes drifted to your fingertips, where droplets of blood trickled down, staining the remnants of the chocolate. Your smile gleamed in the dim light, unreadable, almost teasing. But Maria knew—without a doubt—what she had just tasted.

“Do you like it?” You ask with a teasing tone, Maria confirmed it—it was blood—she could taste the fear of its blood, her partner was certainly something. Something she never expected even.

“Who did you kill to make this?” She asked, taking another bite of the remaining chocolate, this time the metallic taste came with its sweetness rather than its after taste.

“It’s no one you should worry about,” You replied, retracting your hand away before she suddenly grabs it and licks the remaining blood off your finger tips.

“Wow, didn’t think princess Maria would be this messy with blood,” You smirk, catching sight of the blood on her lips and instinctively reaching out to wipe it away. As your fingers brush against her skin, you pull back—but Maria doesn't look away. Her gaze locks onto you, something shifting in her expression, something primal. Then, you realize why. A faint sting lingers on your fingertip, a small wound now seeping crimson. Her sharp tooth must have grazed you. Slowly, deliberately, she licks the blood from her teeth, her blue eyes darkening with an unspoken hunger as she stares into yours, filled with an undeniable need.

She stood up from her seat and circles around the table, locking eye contact with yours. She placed hand over your cheek before taking your thumb, “Poor you, you grazed through my teeth…” she coos softly before licking your thumb, then capturing a needy kiss from your lips which you returned. You can hear each other’s hearts beating in sync, the taste of your own blood that she loves better.

Slowly, Maria pulled away first, her eyes fluttering open to lock with yours, “I like your blood better…” she coos with soft heat rising up her cheeks. She was definitely flustered.

“Mm… I don’t mind if it’s you,” You held her hand softly, kissing her palm with tenderness.

She smiles softly, recapturing your lips into a passionate deepened kiss. You could feel her dominate you, for a princess full of sweet romance, she also liked these private sessions with you. She thinks you’re cute this way, that you’ve willingly submitted to her. Her special red rose and you liked that.

She pulls away, a breathy gasp escaping your lips as her softness traces from your jawline down to your neck. Each touch is slow, deliberately heated yet tender, carrying a passion that makes your pulse race. You shift slightly, granting her better access, and she wastes no time burying herself against you. Soft, lingering kisses pepper your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your gaze flickers to the mirror, catching the sight of your lips-smeared with red, whether from her lipstick or the aftermath of your fevered embrace, you can't quite tell. Then, without warning, a gentle bite. Her grip around your waist is firm yet delicate as she drinks from you, and you close your eyes, exhaling a slow sigh. There's discomfort, but it's the kind that feels intoxicating, the kind that keeps you wanting more.

Maria knows how to control herself, how to take just enough without hurting you, but tonight-tonight is an exception. She drinks you in as if you're the richest, most forbidden wine, and it takes everything in her not to indulge too much. A hand moves behind her, pulling her closer as you press your lips to her bare shoulder, surrendering to the night.

God your blood is so intoxicating, I desire you right now, baby

She pulls away just in time, her blue eyes scanning your face with concern. A soft furrow forms between her brows, her lips slightly parted as if about to ask if you're alright. But before she can, you offer a small, reassuring smile, cupping her cheek gently. Without hesitation, you lean in, brushing your lips against hers—still smeared with crimson. The taste lingers, rich and intoxicating, a reminder of the moment you just shared.

Minutes pass, the air between you shifting from heated to something softer, something intimate in a quieter way. After freshening up, you both settle onto the plush couch, plates in hand, indulging in the sweet decadence of dessert. The velvety richness melts on your tongue, but it's Maria's presence that truly satisfies. She listens intently as you talk about your book, your voice always music to her ears.

“I wonder who that main character is based on~” Maria coos softly into your ears prompting a giggle from you

“Guess.” You replied with a tease in your tone

Maria giggled softly, God you love her laugh so much, “I’m so happy… Being with you makes me so happy…” she whispers.

Her fingers trace lazy patterns on your arm, her body curled close to yours as if drawn by an invisible force. The conversation flows effortlessly, punctuated by soft laughter and knowing glances.

“Y/n…”

“Yes, Maria?”

“Gosh… I love you so much… My sweet lover…” she says with a sigh before continuing, “Loving you will never be regrettable at all, you’ve shown me so much unconditional love and acceptance that it almost feels too much… And honestly? I thought romance died before you came to my life… I never knew that all I needed was someone like you, someone who understood me, someone who I can be vulnerable with and feel accepted. Someone who sees the real me, who doesn’t fear or flinch by my presence. I’m so happy that it’s you…” Her eyes looked glassy, but you knew that she was happy and content.

“Maria…”

“Y/n…”

“I love you, my Angel…”

“I love you too, Y/n…”

“My life changed when I met you… You were someone I was happy that I never ran away from. That I chose to love you. My heart… it’s beating so fast…” You say as she places her hand on your chest

“I know… Can you hear mine too?” She placed your hand on her chest. Both hearts beat in sync. Lost in the eyes full of love.

This time, you make your first move. You shift on your seat, now seemingly taller than her as you capture her lips into a soft tender kiss which she returned. You could hear it now, your hearts beating faster and louder. God her lips always felt so good, I love her so much

You pull away from her, caressing her cheek as she held your hips with heat rising on her cheeks, then finally…

“Happy Valentine’s day, Maria. I love you,”

“Happy Valentine’s day to you too, mi amor. I love you too,”

You both lean against each other’s foreheads under the quiet dim light enjoying the quiet romance and unspoken emotions as your eyes flutter closed.

The taste of your blood was like the sweetness of love I never would have expected. Like a rich forbidden wine, you were more than just treasure.

You are...an indulgence I can never resist, a temptation that lingers on my tongue and seeps into my very being. You are the craving I cannot tame, the desire that turns my restraint to ash. Every drop of you sings a melody of longing, and with each taste, I fall deeper-helplessly, willingly.

I love you, Reader. Happy Valentine’s to you, I hope I made you feel so loved

Valentin Viljoen - Eternal Follower of Justice.

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came…

The voice which calls to me and speaks my name

You stand before your mirror, adjusting the delicate fabric of your attire for tonight's grand event. The anticipation hums beneath your skin, a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. A letter had arrived earlier this week, carried by his owl—an elegant, meticulously sealed forest green invitation to an evening at his castle. A grand ball, no less. He was never one for extravagant public affairs, always preferring the solitude of dimly lit corridors and whispered conversations. And yet, tonight, he had arranged something grand, something meant for the “two of you” that is yet to be discovered.

You step outside, the sound of wheels settling on cobblestone pulls your attention. The carriage awaits, an ornate masterpiece bathed in the golden glow of lanterns, it’s like Cinderella all over again, taking you to your loving prince. It stands there like an extension of him, silent yet commanding, as if his very voice calls you forward just like in your dreams, he always appears shrouded, veiled in mystery and shadow. And yet, you yearn to unmask what lies beneath—to see his loving eyes unobscured, to trace the contours of his face with your fingertips, to know him fully, beyond the secrecy he keeps.

And do I dream again?

For now I find

The phantom of the opera is there inside my mind…

You take a deep breath and step forward. The coachman, dressed in fine but muted attire, offers his gloved hand to assist you. With practiced ease, he helps you into the carriage, the plush forest green interior swallowing you in an embrace of luxury. The door shuts with a soft click, sealing you within this moment, this journey toward a night of unknown promises.

The carriage lurches forward, wheels rolling steadily against the path, carrying you toward the mystery that is him.

Let’s dance, my love.

You arrive by the main entrance of the castle as the wheels of the carriage rolled through the cobblestone till it fades away. And once again, you hear a voice call out to you.

“Come to me, my angel”

You take a step forward and push the giant gates which presents the beautiful dim corridors of a forest green interior with white accent. This was not your first visit, however you were still at awe with the luxury he lives in.

“Angel to my music…”

The faint strains of an orchestra reach your ears, the melody weaving through the walls like an enchantment meant only for you. Each note feels familiar, as if composed for this very moment-strings trembling with longing, piano keys whispering secrets only your heart can understand.

Then, amidst the harmony, you hear it. His voice. Soft, distant, yet unmistakable. It calls to you, threading through the music like an invisible hand guiding you forward. A hallucination, perhaps. Or maybe, just maybe, it is real.

Your pulse quickens as you step closer, the towering doors of the ballroom standing before you like a threshold between reality and something far more ethereal. The golden carvings on the frame glisten under the chandelier's glow, an unspoken invitation. All it takes is a single push.

With a deep breath, your fingers press against the cold surface of the door. It yields under your touch, gliding open effortlessly, and at that moment, the music swells welcoming, beckoning. A sea of what you thought would be an opulence and masked faces that should stretch before you was none other than an entire orchestra and a room of emptiness, the ballroom bathed in a golden radiance. And yet, amidst the grandeur, your gaze searches for only one.

The one who called you here.

“V…” You mutter under your breath

He smiles at your presence, arm outstretched beckoning you closer, “Sing once again with me… Our strange duet,” he steps forward, which draws you in like some hypnotic spell that lures you into his arms.

“My power over you… grows stronger yet” He held your hand, his voice deep and majestic like he could sing in an opera.

You try to draw near him, yearning for his mask, “And though you turn from me, to glance behind” he sang, filling your cheek as he restricts you from getting near his mask in a form of teasing.

The phantom of the opera is there…inside your mind.

“Eyes on me, my love” He whispers as he holds your waist firmly, eyes locked together as you make a quick turn. Steps in sync with his perfectly like he knew what he was doing, a man in control of you. His loving angel.

Those who have seen his face always draw back in fear. Whispers surround him like a ghostly shroud, murmured tales like stories of horrors and secrecy. Claiming curses of his features that his mask is not an accessory but a necessity, hiding something no mortal should ever lay their eyes upon. Others merely insist that he’s in vain, unwilling to let the world see the truth that lies beneath.

You’ve always been curious.

What do you hide underneath?

Unlike the others, you do not flinch in fear. No, never at the mystery that surrounds him. He chose you—his partner— for this very reason. Instead, it draws you in like the pull of the moon on the tide. He gives you a twirl before you step closer to him again, hand reaching the hem of his mask before he takes your hand gently with a glint of tease in his eyes.

He’s definitely playing with you. It was not his thing, but perhaps this was the “special gift” that he mentioned in his invitation.

The music swells, and you move in perfect harmony, a waltz woven from unspoken words and the steady rhythm of your hearts. His soft smile never wavers, a silent promise of devotion as he leads you effortlessly across the ballroom floor. Every step is deliberate, each turn filled with passion, as if the world around you has faded into nothingness. The grand chandeliers cast their golden glow upon you both, your eyes set only for each other.

(My) Your spirit and (My) your voice in one combined..

The phantom of the opera is there, inside (my) your mind.

His hands rest firmly on your waist, guiding you with unwavering confidence, ensuring that not even a moment of imbalance could break this sacred dance. The fabric of your attire flutters as he spins you, his grip unwavering, a silent vow that he will never let you fall.

He’s there the phantom of the opera

And then, as the orchestra reaches its crescendo, he lifts you effortlessly, elevating you above the floor, where you gleam beneath the enchanting light. 

To the gleaming lights of the grand chandeliers and orchestra, you are a vision of grace, two souls lost in a dance that speaks of longing and eternity. But to him, you are something more—his muse, his melody, the angel to his music beneath the moonlit sky.

You both part as you gracefully land, yet curiosity gnaws at you, urging you forward. The music swells, reaching its peak, mirroring the quickening rhythm of your heart. Beckons you a hand to his mask, a silent invitation, his gaze drawing you in-closer, ever closer.

It’s your chance.

“Come my angel.”

You take a cautious step forward, and he mirrors you by stepping back, an unspoken challenge lingering in the air. Soon, your movements fall into perfect harmony, a delicate yet intense game unfolding between you. Each step becomes a silent conversation, the space between you shrinking and expanding like the ebb and flow of a tide. The music swells, each note weaving an intricate tale, a dramatic crescendo of longing and mystery. It is as if the entire ballroom is holding its breath, captivated by this dance, by the tension, by the anticipation of what comes next.

You want to know what’s underneath, you’re craving to know. You want to reach your hands out and fill both his cheeks and kiss him. You want to be able to look into his eyes and cherish the mysterious beauty he hides no matter how scary he is. Before you know it, he stepped out of the ballroom leaving the door open like he knew you’d follow.

And you did.

You rush out of the ballroom, your heart pounding as you search for your lover. "V?" you call out, your voice echoing through the grand hall. Your eyes scan the dimly lit surroundings until you catch sight of him standing by the staircase, a knowing smile playing on his lips. Without a word, he turns and ascends the steps, his figure disappearing into the shadows of the second floor. Without hesitation, you follow, your footsteps quickening as he vanishes into the left wing of his castle, drawing you deeper into his world.

This is just the beginning of our dance, my angel

Through every dimly lit corridor, the moonlight spills in through arched windows, casting long, ghostly shadows along the stone walls. Your heart pounds against your chest as you push forward, chasing after the fleeting figure ahead. His presence is near—you can feel it in the faint whisper of footsteps, in the distant rustle of fabric brushing against the cold floor. Every turn leads you deeper into the castle, but the more you pursue him, the farther he seems to slip from your grasp.

It dawns on you—how little you truly know about him. His face, forever hidden behind his mask, remains a mystery. His voice, haunting yet gentle, has always kept you captivated, yet his true nature remains elusive. He is an enigma wrapped in darkness, and yet, in the depths of your heart, there is no doubt. You do not need to see his face to know the love he bears for you, unconditional and unwavering. It is something you cherish now more than ever, something you yearn to protect—to hold onto for eternity.

I’m right here, my love. Always here.

You come to an abrupt halt, your breath hitching as the atmosphere thickens around you. The room ahead glows with a faint, ethereal light, casting soft shadows that dance along the polished floors. Then, his voice—velvety, haunting, and intoxicating—calls out to you once more, drawing you in like a siren's song. His invitation is unspoken yet irresistible, and with a steadying breath, you push the door open, stepping into the unknown.

The sight before you is nothing short of breathtaking. A grand yet intimate room, adorned with dark wooden furniture that exudes timeless elegance, welcomes you. The air is rich with the scent of aged books and a hint of something sweet. At the center stands an exquisitely set table, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight. But what truly captures your attention is the confection laid atop it—a decadent cake, its intricate design shaped into a heart, a macabre yet oddly beautiful symbol of devotion. Surrounding it are delicate chocolates, each crafted with care, as if whispering sweet temptations.

And then, there he is—your lover, waiting, watching. His presence commands the room, his masked gaze never straying from you. His lips curl into the faintest smile, a silent promise of the night yet to unfold.

“V…”

“Y/n.”

He takes your hand and kisses the ridge of your hand before planting a soft kiss onto your lips that you so fell for. He fills your cheek, deepening your kiss passionately before pulling away.

“Did you enjoy our dance?” He asked softly to which you nod in confirmation

“I did, it was unexpected but… I did” He chuckles at your response before bringing you to the table where he sat you at the beautiful chair in front of the cake.

“A sweet delicacy, made for you.” He held a plate of slice ready for you

You giggle softly, “I want to ask a favor, just one.” your gaze locked into his

“Which is?”

“Your face”

“No”

You fill his cheeks with your delicate hands, “Pretty please?”

He sighs, “You’ll fear what’s underneath, my love”

“You’re talking to a human who fell for their vampire lover, how worse can it get?” Your words hint with teasing, “Besides, isn’t trust a foundation of the relationship?” You draw closer to him, your hand placed by the hem of his mask. He doesn’t stop you, not this time—instead, he locks within your gaze, curiosity piqued his interest at your reaction to what you could express.

At last, with determined hands, you lift his mask, unveiling the mystery that has long been hidden from you. Beneath the polished porcelain lies a face marked by a burn scar—an imprint of the past that others recoil from, a sight that has instilled fear in many. But not you. Never you.

Where the world sees tragedy, you see resilience. Where they see imperfection, you see beauty—a tale of survival written upon his skin. The mask slips from your grasp, falling to the floor with a hollow clatter, forgotten in the moment. Without hesitation, you cradle his face in your hands, tracing the lines of his features as if memorizing every inch.

His breath hitches, uncertainty flickering in his eyes, but you silence his doubts with a fervent kiss. It is not pity, not mere acceptance, but devotion—a promise that you love him as he is, unmasked, raw, and real.

I am never afraid of you, sweetheart.

Both you and your lover spent in the quiet intimacy of the moment, the low hum of candlelight flickering against the dark wooden walls. A gentle conversation flows between you, soft and unhurried, as if time itself has slowed to savor this night.

He lifts a delicate bite of cake to your lips, his fingers steady, his amber eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "I promise, you'll love it," he murmurs with a knowing smile, his voice velvety smooth, coaxing.

The scent of rich chocolate and something subtly unfamiliar fills your senses as you part your lips, allowing him to feed you. The warmth of his fingertips lingers near your skin, an unspoken invitation to trust him. And as the flavors melt on your tongue-sweet, decadent, and strangely metallic—you find yourself lost in his gaze, wondering just what kind of promise he has truly made.

Your brows knit together in confusion as you let the strange taste settle, your mind struggling to place it. It's familiar, yet foreign, a contradiction that leaves you uneasy. Slowly, you lift your gaze to V, who sits across from you, his expression unreadable. He watches you intently, a soft, knowing smile playing on his lips, as if he is waiting for you to understand.

“Did you like the heart?”

You stared at him, your lips still tingling from the strange mix of flavors. It wasn't like him to do something so peculiar—to feed you an actual heart-shaped cake, so lifelike it almost felt like a taunt. The chewy texture, the metallic hint beneath the sweetness, it was... unnerving.

Your brows furrow as you meet his gaze. He's watching you closely, that ever-present, knowing smile playing at his lips. There's something in his eyes-amusement, curiosity, perhaps even anticipation. 

"What?" you finally ask, your voice quieter than intended.

His fingers trail along the edge of the plate before he leans in just slightly, his breath warm against your skin. "Did you like it?"

You swallow, trying to shake the unease creeping up your spine. It was just cake... wasn't it?

“Is that..?”

He tilted his head, his smile not wavering, “Is that what?”

“A heart?”

“Yes, a heart shape” he teases you lightly

You smack V’s arm, “You know what I mean!”

He chuckles, “Yes, an actual heart inside the cake, how did you like it?”

“I mean— I don’t mind it, but I never expected a live heart from you. Maybe from a certain someone, but never you. You’ve been awfully playful tonight” V responds with a laugh

“I guess I wanted to try a little something for tonight, just us.” He leans against your neck, planting a soft kiss before holding you closely

“Care to stay over?” He asks

“I thought you’d never ask.”

You kiss his burn scar softly, “Happy Valentine’s day, Valentin”

He smiles softly before pressing a chaste kiss on your lips, “Happy Valentine’s day to you too, Y/n dear”

The moonlight streamed through the grand windows, casting a soft glow across the room, illuminating the quiet moment shared between you. Shadows danced along the walls, but neither of you paid them any mind. Instead, your gazes remained locked, speaking in a silent language only the two of you could understand.

There was no need for words, no grand declarations—just the depth of his dark eyes meeting yours, a silent promise exchanged in the stillness. His fingers brushed against yours on the table, a fleeting touch, yet enough to send warmth through your skin.

All he needed was you. In this moment, in this quiet sanctuary of moonlit devotion, nothing else mattered.

I will sing and dance for your music, my phantom.

My prince under the moonlight and hidden in the shadows.

Valentin Viljoen, you’re the unseen hand that guides my every step.

A love both haunting and eternal, forever ours to keep.

Happy Valentine’s day, my loves.

Misaki Katsuo - Sweet Even as Undead.

You were sitting in your house, eyes locked on the computer screen in front of you. You were working on a news report, that’s how your nights looked for over a month now. Your work was consuming you, taking away your life, locking away anyone. 

Including your partner Misaki. You wanted to make time for them, you really did, you even planned a whole evening of attractions for valentine's day, but it all went to hell once your phone called. Your team needed a new report about a vampire victim, seriously Ronin could take a break for one night. 

You sighed as you looked at the time, the clock almost showed seven. “Great another day spent working.” You murmured to yourself while you outstretched your arms. You weren’t even halfway done with the report. It was too much for you, you just wanted to hop onto the Bloodthirsty Losers server and spam your partner with all the “I miss you” and “I love you” messages you owed them. 

“Fuck, I’m hungry.” You mumbled when your stomach felt way too empty and painful at the same time. You stood up, pushing your office chair back, almost causing it to fall. Not like you cared, you just wanted to eat, anything would work as your perfect meal at this point, okay maybe besides human meat - you’re not Angel after all. 

You made your way to the kitchen, frowning when the only thing you saw was the yellow white reflecting the empty, white shelves of your fridge. Of course you didn’t have food, you haven’t left your house for the past week. You groaned, not in the mood to go to the store to buy instant noodles and stuff yourself with them until you forget about hunger completely. What a nutritious meal Y/n really, you’re outdoing yourself. You were about to get out your phone and call for a food delivery. 

Expect the unexpected, silly. 

The sound of your doorbell ringing filled your house. Someone was really trying to get through to you, pressing against the switch without a single pause, creating a prolonged annoying noise. 

“I’m coming! Jesus Christ…” You grumbled and made your way to your door, expecting to see an annoying girl scout trying to sell some Valentine’s Special cookies in the shape of a heart, you were considering it being your luck if the scenario was true, but what or rather who you saw on the other side of the door was beyond your wildest expectations. 

Misaki stood on the other side of the door, wearing an outfit consisting of shorts and a very ruffly elegant shirt, both were white with a pink gradient. She looked very elegant and cute. You noticed a tote bag full of… something, hanging from her shoulder, it piqued your curiosity but before you could even ask anything…

“Oh gosh! Baby finally!” Misaki exclaimed excitedly, throwing their arms around you and squealing happily when they embraced you. 

You were caught off guard. This visit was definitely unexpected, but not unwelcome. You missed them, dearly, so having them here, in your arms, happily holding you tightly was truly wonderful. 

“Ah!” You yelped, surprise still present on your face. “Misaki, sweetheart, what are you doing here?” 

“Ah!” You yelped, surprise still present on your face. “Misaki, sweetheart, what are you doing here?” 

“I wanted to see you, duh! You weren’t online for a while and I, and everyone else, got worried you dummy.” She stepped back and locked the door that was wide open for the whole time. “I hope you’re hungry because we’re going to bake brownies!” They didn’t give you any time to answer, kicking their shoes off and going to your kitchen. 

You wanted to huff, or argue, but you could only giggle and follow them with a stupid smile on your face, warmth filling your heart and making this evening especially enjoyable. All giddy and excited entered the kitchen to see Misaki taking out the different ingredients needed for brownies with the addition of strawberries. 

“Strawberries? Really?” You asked when you stood next to them, leaning on the kitchen counter. 

“What did you think I’d want to use for the filling? Blood? Sorry babes I only drink blood when the crazy gal in me wakes up.” They joked and took one of the strawberries into their hand. Misaki closed the distance between you and held your chin with their free hand. “Say ah~” She held the strawberry right in front of your lips. You rolled your eyes playfully and open your mouth, accepting her offering happily, 

“Okay, let’s get to baking or we’ll eat all of the strawberries.” You put your hands on their shoulders and turned them around. “I’m starvinggg.” You whined and gently pushed them towards the counters. 

A little mess never hurt nobody. 

Baking with Misaki was an… experience for sure. Your whole kitchen looked like a storm just went through it, flour everywhere, some eggs on the floor and the countertop, cocoa powder all over Misaki’s white shirt. You were trying to mix the cake mix while Misaki was clinging to your side, her head resting on your shoulder. 

Unexpectedly they pushed you gently, your hand slipping, some of the mix getting onto your wrist and hand. You huffed in annoyance and looked at Misaki. 

“Misaki, please be mor- what are you…?” You were at a loss for words when Misaki grabbed your forearm and pulled your arm to her mouth and… started licking the substance off of your hand. “Misaki, baby, darling, I know that living in a trailer might’ve messed up with your pretty lil head, but I do have running water that I could clean my hand with.” You said with an amused tone, shaking your head in disbelief. 

They let go of your hand once they finished their “job” and looked at you with a proud mischievous smirk. “Yeah, but then the cake would go to waste, dummy!” She poked your nose with a sweet cackle. “Okay let’s finish this! And then, I’ve got a surprise!” 

“What kind of surprise?” You gave them a look, what new idea could that sweet idea of their makeup? 

“If I tell you it won’t be a surprise! Now chop chop! We don’t have all night to bake.” They stuck out their tongue at you. You just playfully pinched their cheek and started working on the brownies again.

The stars in the sky were made for us. 

Misaki was holding your hand as they were guiding you to the “surprise”. They decided to blindfold you, apparently seeing would destroy everything, you decided to not question their decision. Whatever made your wonderful partner happy you would agree to do. 

“Are we there?” You asked, shouting to them because of the wind blowing at your face. 

“A few more minutes!” They shouted back with an excited chuckle, you could feel yourself being pulled harder when Misaki started to run. You ran behind her, trying to not stumble against your own feet or the ground. The ground beneath your feet was uneven, hard, in some places you could feel yourself stopping over something very fragile and easy to bend,

Your surroundings were quiet, no cars, no people, just you, Misaki and a bird here and there. The wind wasn’t so strong anymore, it was a light breeze, you heard it swaying the trees, their leaves making a peaceful melody, a song for the two of us. 

“We’re here~!” 

You felt two cold hands gently lifting the scarf they used to blindfold you up. Your eyes needed a second to adjust to your new surroundings. Finally, once they adjusted, you could look around, the darkness of the night wasn’t that overwhelming, you could see perfectly well. 

You were in the middle of a meadow, the flowers were all wilted, some trees had some leaves on them, but most were naked, their leaves on the ground, dried and dead. A snowless winter wasn’t thought of as beautiful, yet to you, the sight was mesmerizing. Seeing the earth die, just for it to come back to life and be all colourful in two months? It reminded you of your relationship with Misaki. There will be moments when work may consume you, keep you in its unbreakable chains, but she will come in, barge into your life with that sweet mischief painted all over her face, ready to steal you away from work and cause chaos. 

Even Gods won’t be able to destroy this beautiful connection. 

“Do you like the spot I picked out?” They asked, squealing happily. If Misaki was a dog, her tail would be wiggling like crazy by now. 

“Mhm! It’s deadly beautiful.” You said and took a step towards them, whispering into their ear, “Just like you, my dear.” 

Misaki’s face flushed as they punched your shoulder gently. 

“Staphh! I’m the one who’s supposed to be dorky and made you all cute and blushy today.” They huffed, trying to suppress the beaming smile that was forming on their face. 

“You’re the dorkiest and cutest.” You chuckled, patting their head. Seriously, they’re so much like a cat sometimes. A cute little kitty… Yeah you can see the vision. 

“Are we planning to stand here for god knows how long?”  

“Pfft! Of course not you little idiot! What do you think I stole your blanket for?” They poked your forehead with their index finger. “Be a sweetie and hold this for me.” They gave you their bag and took out a blanket, it was something you owned for ages so you didn’t really care if it got dirty, or if they stole it from you, which realistically was bound to happen anyway. Somehow your wardrobe became emptier ever since Misaki started to visit you, sometimes you just leave a tshirt in the middle of a room and chuckle when you notice it being gone after Misaki leaves your house. 

They’re so adorable. 

You were laying down on the blanket, hand in hand with Misaki. Looking at the night’s sky, subtly glancing at Misaki from time to time. You couldn't help yourself, she just looked so beautiful in the moonlight, her eyes reflecting the stars when she spoke about them. 

Jesus, you missed this so much, missed spending time with them, listening to them talking about their interests, or struggles, or just talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Watching their eyes sparkle with excitement when they pointed at a constellation, giggling sweetly when you tried to guess its name and was wrong. 

“Nooo, I told you a million times that it’s not the little bear! Wow, you’re such a great listener.” 

You scoffed, finding their playful frustration with you just adorable. “Awh, I’m so sorry sweetie, I’m always so focused on looking at you it slips my mind to listen too.” You moved closer to them, wanting to kiss their cheek, but before you could do that they sat up and pointed at the sky. 

“Ohmygodohmygod! Look! It’s the meteor shower!” 

You looked up at the sky, the view just breathtaking. You could see the sky light up with new lights, passing through it quickly and making a memorable effect. You felt like you were watching a performance, beautiful, engraved in your mind permanently. 

“Don’t just look at it! Make a wish.” Misaki shook you, tearing you away from your thoughts. You looked at them, their smile was all you needed to know what wish you wanted to make. 

I wish for this moment to last forever. 

I love you so much Misaki, I wish for more time to spend it all with you. 

I wish to spend every valentine’s day with you. 

For eternity. 

“I love you sweetheart.” You whispered to them, the words only meant to be heard by them. 

“I love you too, Y/n.” They replied, kissing you before you could say anything more. 

Let’s be together forever. 

My sweetest Y/n. 

Happy Valentine's day my lovely readers <3

[ysrjune]

౨: SAM MONROE ໒; TWILIGHT AU PT2

[ more was requested by @speaknow-sw 😋 WHO I ALSO MENTIONED IN HERE WOOOO ROUND OF APPLAUSE. CELEBRITY WHOO???? ]

[ tw: death of a boyfriend and its not pretty ☹️ ]

[ this isnt very accurate to the lore of the twilight sagas. I didnt want to rewrite the stuff that happened in the OG books just replacing Edward with Sam. I wanted to sort of make this my own so it isnt boring + these are just some ideas I have about being with vampire!sam. im not starting off on where I left (basically when Edward leaves bella in new moon.) #notwritingallat ]

[ thank you for the love in part 1 ! feel free to request scenarios about vampire sam <3 I'll get to them as soon as I can. enjoy part 2 ! 🩶]

໒: trying to get Sam into popular artists now doesn't go so well. He doesnt like upbeat pop music by young adult women. Sam prefers MCR, Metallica, Pantera.. you get it. He specifically hates Sabrina Carpenter and Olivia Rodrigo. Sabrina is "too girly and talks so much about sex" and Olivia is like another Taylor Swift, singing about her ex boyfriend all the time. You try and tell him that his views on the two women are so wrong and that he should really take the time to listen to the lyrics carefully to get the real meaning behind them, but he refuses.

໒: Sam doesn't like to sit with you and your friends at lunch, he thinks they're too loud and annoying. They gossip a lot, too.. about everyone and everything.

"I dont doubt that they talk about each other." he mumbles to you in the car as he drives you home. "In fact, I know they do." He smirks and taps his finger on the wheel. "I heard what Joanna was thinking about Avery today. She thinks Avery is a brat.. and shes not wrong." Sam had the ability to read anyones mind exacept yours. that was one of the main reasons he wanted you so bad. the old man wanted to figure you out.

"you really need to stop intruding on other peoples thoughts." you smile over at him. "its not exactly like I can just ignore their thoughts, you know? I cant.. mute them or anything like that. Its as clear as when I hear someone speaking. I just.. hear them like if they were right next to me." Sam looks your way for a second, then back at the road. "If I zone out, then sure, I can mind my business and not catch a thing they think about, but.." he half smiles. "those kids are always thinking about some crazy shit. its hard to ignore sometimes."

໒: Sam barley uses his phone. Hes not addicted like everyone else is. Yes, he has social media, but again.. hes not really on it. He has instagram and twitter. A bunch of followers on Instagram but only follows back a few people. His twitter account is private and he only ever uses it to see what bands are announcing tours.

໒: Sam really likes the rain. He likes to go on walks in the forest while its all wet and cold.

໒: Vampires don't sleep but that doesnt stop Sam from taking naps on his comfy bed all the time. Yes, he has a bed. He likes to be comfortable. How could a chair make him as comfortable as a bed? His sheets are grey, blankets navy blue and black. dont doubt that they arent big and soft.

"let me sleep," he whines, tossing to the side where hes not facing you. "Sam, you dont sleep. You dont get sleepy." you remind him and pick at his hair. "Then there must be something wrong with me because I feel sleepy as hell." he furrows his eyebrows. "now shut up and leave me alone, loser." it doesn't matter that you're his girlfriend *or whatever* (is how he'd put it) hes still mean to you sometimes.. like.. genuinely.

໒: he likes to lay on your chest to hear your heart beat. it 'helps him sleep' (😒)

໒: When you first started dating, Sam HATED when you would try to kiss him. He said it was because hes older, and it feels wrong, but really, he just didn't want you to kiss him. he was uncomfortable with it and chose not to hurt your feelings.

"I told you to lay off, you're too young to be kissing all over me, kid." he shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket. "Sam, you cant say that out loud.." you look around, catching people glancing at you. "they'll forget about it tomorrow. just.. stop, alright? its weird."

໒: josh and you were close. especially when Sam had left. Josh made you happy, and you made him happy.. maybe a little too much. He developed a crush on you. A huge one. It bothered Sam more than anything. "that dirty dog wouldn't know how to handle you." he would say with jealousy. "pretty girl like you needs a man who can handle her random outbursts and shit like that." he would boop your nose and kiss you on the lips (now that hes finally comfortable) "throw him a bone or something instead."

໒: he still talks like hes in 2001, but hes caught up on a few new slang words.

“Meli found out that we're seeing eachother.” Sam voices to you nervously, pacing his room. He thought he was being so slick with you. Somehow he managed to make it seem like you and him were strictly friends to his family, but his sister had a vision 2 weeks before you even moved to Forks. She didnt see anything about Sam leaving you that one time, though. All she saw was a cute relationship with you and her brother. "im COOKED." he yells and plops on his bed. "Sam, I think shes known." she told you anyway. "whatever, shut up and let me lock in." (sleep) IF that's even what he does 😐

“hey,im hungry” - sam 💘 at 2:34pm

sam texts you in the middle of class. you roll your eyes and respond.

“you dont get hungry.”

“don't tell me what I do and dont feel. thats toxic. im hungry.”

he couldnt have meant thirsty. if he wanted blood, he'd straight up say it with no problem.

“come on im just trying 2 take you out on a date after school..jeez.”

“I want pizza”

“FFFFFFUCK no. pick something else.”

“I thought this was about me”

“my god bro okay fine hurry up when class ends so we can go quick. always some fatties over there who make it right after school.”

“so.. you never told me.” you start small talk on the car ride. "told you what?" "like.. you know. about drinking blood. whats it like?" sam smirks and glances over at you. "its amazing. feels like a whole new different drug to me. human blood, that is." he makes a turn, pulling into the driveway of the pizza joint. "Kevin doesnt allow us to hunt humans. we're like.. the vegetarians of vampires." you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "what does that even mean?" "we drink blood from animals, stupid." he rolls his eyes and turns off the car. "I go against his rules sometimes, though." he looks over to you, eyeing your neck. "sam," you say nervously, making him laugh. "you really thought I was gonna eat you?" "well yeah! you're.. a vampire! I have blood in me! and the way you eyed me was.. I dont know." sam shakes his head. "I cant kill you," he starts, the smile wiping off his lips. "I dont know what I'd do without you."

you stayed in the car for atleast 10 more minutes while he told you about how hes killed people in the past, rebelling against his mother and mostly father. He revealed to you how he killed and sucked dry one of the jocks he hated back when he was alive.. and it was over a girl. "I liked this girl named Evie," he says with no shame. he thought you would understand since it was a long time ago, and luckily you did. "She was really nice to me when nobody else was. I cant lie, I was mean to her. I told her to leave me alone cause she was annoying, but really, I just didnt wanna catch feelings for her." "why not?" "she was too good for me. also her boyfriend hated my guts. He thought I was a freak who didnt deserve any friends." sam told you as he was looking out the window to the gloomy view outside. "He called me a loser, punched me once.. one time him and his football friends decided to jump me in the bathroom." he recalls. "I wanted to do something about it so bad but I knew he'd just kick my ass again. After like a week of jumping me I heard how bad of a boyfriend he was to Evie. He smacked her around, called her names, cheated on her.. a lot of things. It pissed me off cause by then I actually started to let myself fall for her. After she found out that her boyfriend, Van, and his friends kicked my ass she never left me alone. She hungout with me in a classroom during lunch, convinced me to give her my number.. so you know. she was always sending me messages." he fills you in about how she was so nice to him. "I died like two months after that. I stalked her at school a few times and I saw that she was really upset about me. "

"she even convinced her friends and a few other people to decorate my locker with stuff like 'rest in piece' and 'never forgotten'," sam looks over at you, a little surprised that you were actually invested in this story. "keep talking, hello?" you say, making him chuckle. "she just kept me in her life and prayers after I died, alright? you get it." he clears his throat. "but uh.. I remembered Van after a while. I remembered how much I hated him. So after one of his football games, I payed him a little visit in the lockers."

[ The lights in the locker rooms were flickering and buzzing as Van changed back into his regular clothes. It was cold.. a little bit colder than usual, and the vibe in there was off. Van tried to shake it off, but he was just getting creeped out even more by the minute. All of a sudden, one of the lockers shut. Van looked over to it.. nobody was there. Then he felt a chill go up his spine. He turns around and yells in fear when he sees Sam. "What the hell?!" He yells as he stays against the lockers. He didn't realize it was Sam at first.. he was paler than usual, and his eyes were a deep creepy red. "Sam? Is—no.. you're dead. you died 4 days ago. how could this be?!" Van freaks out. Sam smiled and shook his head. "Dont worry about it," He steps closer, up in Vans face. "All you should know right now is that you're next. you're going to die, Van." he whispers. "im gonna make sure its painful, too." he threatens. "Sam, come on." Van whimpers, holding onto one of Sams shoulders. "thats—thats what guys do, man.. beat eachother up, you know?" he nervously laughs, sweat dripping from his forehead. "you got it all wro‐" he chokes. he choked because sam wrapoed his hand around Vans neck. "shut the fuck upp," sam laughs. "this isnt just about you being a jackass to me. you're such a dick to Evie. you dont deserve her." he throws Van across the walkway. Sam said a few more things, scaring and threatening Van even more before actually killing him to make it hell. ]

Sam didnt explain the whole murder of Van too well. It was too graphic, he thought.. because he didn't just suck the life out of Van.. he did ripped off an arm and a leg. You didnt need to know that, but just thinking about it made Sam smile to himself. a little wider than he already was when explaining every else to you. "Whatever, it was years ago. He got what he deserved." Sam sighs and opens the car door. "Wait," you touch his cold hand. "What about Evie? What happened to her?" Sam messes with his labret and looks back at you. "She moved to New York and had two kids. A boy and a girl.. her boys name is Samuel."

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[cafecourage]

Little Red Riding Hood where Reader is Little Red but also a werewolf

Love Interest and rest of chain can be assigned however

(Cause I'm always down for a fairytale au)

I did a little twist on this. Idk if this was what you wanted. I had to ask doggo experts for how doggos act around each other. I am leaving this off on a small cliff hanger because I do want to write more of this.

Twilight didn’t trust the new person in the group. Well. It’s more like he didn’t know what to think of her. She came in like a hurricane running after the Shadow like it was her prey. Then when the dust settled and she calmed down the group quickly learned of why. The short of it being that for some reason the Shadow attacked her brother and she took chase. Which then led to her to finally agree to join the chain. Much to the Ranchers chagrin. However, he knows better than to start an unnecessary fight. Twilight could be civil.

Civility could only go so far.

Little Red, as Warrior’s likes to call her, noticed Twilight’s presence and slight unease of her and ran with it. Twilight couldn’t understand just why she was always running circles around him talking about this and that. It confused him to no end when she instantly would stick to him even when he was wolfie. He had to on more then one occasion threaten to bite Little Red’s hands. She never cared or backed away from Wolfie when he showed a bit of aggression. “He is going to bite you.” Wild warned her as he watched Little Red try to play with Wolfie.

She looked up at Wild while holding Wolfie’s face, “what? No the baby is just playing.” That comment only made Twilight growl more.

“Baby? Wolfie isn’t a baby.” Wild was torn between being completely amuse and helping Twilight out as he did know about his slight distrust of Little Red.

“No no no, Champion. This is a wolf pup. He has to be like…” Her attention draws to the wolf as she observes the good boy. “Man… I have to say maybe 10? He is very small even for that age. Wolfie is like an adult dog size but he is definitely a wolf.” She boops the snoot and quickly pulled back as Twilight tries to bite her hand again. This only makes her giggle more.

“I think your wolves might be just bigger than my Hyrules.” Honestly to Wild, Wolfie was the same size as most wolves, but he just shrugs and not questions that further. Twilight couldn’t understand why you were like this, he wonders if it was just an eccentric thing. He has met a lot of weird people in his life and Little Red might be one of them. After being free from your grasp he takes it upon himself to run away for now. Only because you don’t tend to grab his face while being Twilight and thats the most annoying part of being wolfie around you.

It wasn’t until they finally came to her era that he finally understood.

The village Little Red lived in was small, but cozy. It reminded Twilight of his own home. People tended to light up when seeing Little Red. But given the size of the group following them most villagers tended to just say hi and remarks that they needed to talk to her later. “My house is a bit further.” Little red said pointing to a path that ran into the woods. “It’s just me, my brother and Grandma oh and our cat. I’ll make sure to keep her out of your stuff. But we should have room to fit everyone.” She explains as the path slowly clears up to a cottage in the wood with a small garden. There was a small pup running around in the yard playing with said cat. Who was purely annoyed at ready to pap the puppy in the head.

Little Red’s eyes brightened “Link!” She calls out gaining the Pups reaction.

She dashes towards the house as the puppy starts running towards her. They meet halfway and the puppy shifts into a young boy. “You’re back! You’re back!” This Link giggles as he gets lifted in the air by his sister and spun around.

“I am! For now.” Little red nuzzles her brother’s face as she shifts her grips on her brother to put his weight on her hip. “Boy’s this is my brother. Link these are the adventurers I’ve been traveling with.”

She turns to the group with a smile. The chain was utterly confused and silent before Wind speaks up “Did he transform into a wolf?”

[fanofstuff01]

Happy birthday!! Here have a little something 😁

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Lilo and Stitch Au

✨ Christmas Edition ✨

Adam sat on his couch with his coffee and watched the snow fall outside as the twilight of the morning became slowly more grey than black from the cloud covered haze.

Christmas was coming and this year he wouldn't be with his kids..... He was going to miss them so much and that was all he wanted was for them to be here with him around the tree, opening gifts and stuffing their faces full of sweets.

But it wasn't meant to be he guessed....

Lucifer, the heaven born Angel with an attitude problem that was made to come down and be Adams companion slowly made his way from his own room into the living room and paused when he saw Adam sitting there posed to the patio glass slide in doors as if he was watching television.

Lucifer: You're up early.

Adam didn't even flinch when he heard the voice, too used to it by now.

Adam: I never went to sleep. Couldn't.

Lucifer frowned and tried not to roll his eyes, humans complain about a lack of sleep and then willingly don't do the sleep? They were weird and backwards in ways he will never understand.

Lucifer: Oh.

He was just going to grab coffee and go back to his room but something was eating at him to further make sure Adam was okay.

Lucifer walked over and sat beside him with his own mug, he looked out to the falling snow. It was calming and nice.

Adam: I won't see my kids until January.....

Lucifer nodded, he knew that Adams kids meant a lot to him.

Lucifer: How come?

Adam: Their mothers are bitches that's why.

Adam took a breath: The snow just reminds me of when we were together and times were better.

And he wasn't alone.

Lucifer: I'll be here.

Adam: Not that you want to be.

Lucifer winced, okay yeah he's made it clear that he doesn't want to be here period many a time but .......

Everyone deserves a pass on the holidays.

Lucifer: Maybe..... But no one deserves to be alone.

Adam hummed as he took a sip: Thank you Luci.

Lucifer smiled and rolled his eyes: Don't get fucking sappy on me.

Adam smirked: Me? Sappy? Never.

AAHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I WAS CRAVING FOR THIS AU!!

Have a cat!!

-

Lucifer: You’re a fucking human, that’s you guys’ entire point. Being sentimental over eeverything.

He gave his voice a more dramatic tone making Adam snicker and playfully smack him.

Adam: Oh shut up. Says the guy who threw a hissy fit over not being able to fly anymore.

Lucifer: Hey! Flying means a part of an angels identity, one of the many many things that prove we are leagues above any mortal creatures we’ve created, and what define angels as the righteous hands of God!

Adam rolled his eyes and just went back to his coffee, even when at his “generosity” moments the little bastard still managed to unironically place himself on a pedestal.

And do it theatrically even.

Adam: ..So?

Lucifer: So! It is very much worth getting angry over when you lose it! Because you lose a part of your whole being.

Adam: … Who said my kids aren’t mine?

His voice got lower and his eyes fell back to his coffee, remembering how his kids would suggest they could add marshmallows to their dad’s drink too. And how he’d do just for the sake of them. Cain would always get whenever he didn’t eat it..

The self-praising and slightly arrogant face of Lucifer slowly faded when he saw how silent Adam went again. He almost wanted to audibly groan but only let out a small sigh, why was it this hard to keep humans stable? One moment they would be completely fine and then they’d go all melancholic again.

Irritating. But..

He inhaled a little and got closer to Adam, just for the sake of only this day he could ignore how annoying this creature was.

Lucifer: Soo… Wanna go outside? For a walk or something? I don’t-

Adam’s lips curled with a small smile.

Adam: You just want to play out there in the snow don’t you?

[plant-acts]

Oh Look, The Brothers are Bonding

A Linked Universe Fic written for @/exhaustedvet during a LoZ AU Gift Exchange!

(2,547 Words)

Summary:

Legend was not ok. He was in an unfamiliar Hyrule with Wind of all people. “Where is everyone else?”

The boy shrugged, “Dunno. I jumped through the portal after you.”

Oh no.

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OR: Legend and Wind are not close. Let's see how long that lasts when secrets are revealed.

(Ao3)

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Link, or Legend now as of two months ago, didn’t want to be here.

He wanted to be in his cluttered home with his annoying roommate, or at least off on an adventure alone, not stuck with eight other people who all seemed dead set on him being a part of the group.

Every night by the fire, they wanted to sit around and tell stories with him or make small talk while heading to their next destination, or even coddle him after a battle. It was exhausting.

Oh, also they all had the hero’s spirit or something, but that’s not important.

-

It was midday in Twilight’s Hyrule. The sun beamed through the trees overhead, basking everything in a warm glow. They were walking for what felt like hours and the sailor was falling behind. No matter how many times Warriors offered to carry him, he would refuse and say something that would have even the toughest men blushing.

It was honestly starting to annoy Legend. Yeah, a lot of them had been young when they pulled the sword so no one could judge, but that didn’t mean the kid had to drive them all up the wall with nonstop talking and being a genuine thorn in the side. All his stubborn attitude did was slow them down.

“Are you sure you don’t need to be carried?” Warriors asked for at least the hundredth time. “I really don’t mind giving you a lift until we reach the next village.”

Legend swore that Wind literally growled, “Yes! I’m sure and if you ask me again, I will shove my sword right up your-!”

“Wind. Watch your language.” Time called from the front of the group, not taking his eyes off the road. Twilight and Wild snickered at his sides.

It was a little funny to look back and see the kid’s face red from embarrassment—Karma at its finest. Whenever the goddess gave that specific child the hero’s spirit, she must have been drunk.

Speaking of the mentioned goddess, she must have not liked him thinking that because one second, he was chuckling to himself at Wind getting scolded, and the next he heard yelling from around him. He turned just in time to step through a portal that appeared in front of him.

“Ah, crap.” Was all he had time to mumble before falling through space and time. It was quite an uncomfortable feeling; like being shaken around in a blender, poured through a strainer, and then put back together. A solid 10/10 would not recommend experience.

Landing ungracefully on his stomach, the air was knocked from his lungs. He was seriously going to fight the goddess one day. Maybe that should be his next adventure.

After taking a moment to gather himself, Legend sat up and took in his surroundings. Around him was a patch of tall grass swaying softly in the breeze, with mountains and fields as far as the eye could see. The sun was now high in the sky, with small clouds dotting the view. It was beautiful, almost calming.

Taking a breath, he basked in the atmosphere. Maybe this was the break he deserved.

The moment was short-lived. He nearly jumped out of his skin when screaming started above him. Looking up, Legend spotted a familiar shade of blue growing closer. He didn’t have time to move before it landed on his chest.

Just his luck.

“Ow, oh! Sorry!” Wind jumped up, dusting himself off and reaching out a hand to help Legend stand. “You ok!?”

No. Legend was not ok. He was in an unfamiliar Hyrule with Wind of all people. “Where is everyone else?” He ignored the sailor’s help, getting to his feet on his own.

The boy shrugged, “Dunno. I jumped through the portal after you.”

He froze. This stupid kid. “You-!?” Of course, he would jump right through the portal! Wasn’t he falling behind? How the hell did he even get there!?

Wind didn’t seem to share the same worry, because all he did was tilt his head to the side confused. “Me?”

This was going to be a long few hours. Legend ran a hand through his hair, trying not to scream. “We need to find the others.” He did not want to be stuck with an actual child longer than needed. “Come on.” Looking around, he chose a random direction and started walking.

The sailor fell into step with him, adjusting the straps of his bag. Luckily, those stayed with them through the switch. “Where do you think we are?” He asked.

Now it was Legends turn to shrug. “Don’t know, don’t care.”

-

The sun lowered, causing the sky to glow a burned orange. Once again, Wind lagged behind. The kid really needed to work on his cardio.

“Keep up.” Legend called over his shoulder. “I would like to find the others before we die of old age.”

The sailor’s shoulders slumped. “I’m trying!”

Looking closer, he felt a little bad for the younger boy, whose boots dragged against the dirt. Maybe it was a good idea to stop. Legend himself was getting tired, and he didn’t want to walk through the night. Looking around, he spotted a small clearing through the trees. He took Wind’s arm and marched that way, ignoring the way the boy complained about being manhandled.

The spot seemed safe. Off the path so nothing could sneak up on them, yet close enough that they could make their way back in the morning. “We’ll set up here.” He instructed, dropping his bag to the ground.

The other was quick to follow, flopping down next to their things. “Oh, thank the gods! I thought my legs were going to fall off!”

He rolled his eyes with a small smile. Kids can be so dramatic.

Now it was time to go through the familiar routine of setting up camp. “Stay here.” He spoke, securing his sword to his back. “I’m going to get firewood.”

Wind did not listen, when did he ever? Instead, he hopped up and ran to Legend’s side, practically bouncing on his toes. “I’ll help!”

“No.” He quickly shot down. The last thing either of them needed was him getting hurt. Warriors would actually have his head on a stick. Legend would never admit it, but the guy could scare him sometimes; when he wasn’t fretting about his hair, at least. “Just…look through our bags for food or something.”

Once again, Wind did not seem to like that answer as he rolled his eyes and sat back down with crossed arms. “Fine. Whatever.”

He watched him for a second, slightly guilty. He didn’t want to be like some of the others and treat him differently because of his age. It was hypocritical to do so when almost all of them had faced danger quite young. He couldn’t help it, though. It was one thing to be a kid with the hero’s spirit; it was another to watch a kid, someone so young, fight every day, knowing how the story ends. Legend at one point used to be as carefree as him after all.

He sighed, leaving the clearing without a word. This was way out of his comfort zone.

-

The forest was calm as Legend picked through it. He didn’t need to go far for wood, but took extra time to organize his thoughts. The sun was low, low enough that the moon showed itself in the sky. He would need to head back soon and make sure Wind didn’t burn down their small camp. The thought made him chuckle some, but also kind of scared him. The youngest of their group could be a wrecking ball if he wanted to.

An ear-piercing scream echoed through the woods.

Legend dropped the wood he was holding, bolting back toward the clearing. His boots pounded on the ground as blood drained from his face.

“WIND!” He called, ignoring how the trees scraped against his legs as he plowed through the foliage. “YOU OKAY, KID?!”

The lack of response was deafening.

Breaking through the brush, saw two bags and nothing else. It was eerily still. Where the hell did he go? Legend’s heartbeat frantically in his chest, his mind swirling with worst-case scenarios. No way he lost the kid!?

Rustling across the tree line caught his attention. Slowly, he reached for his sword, unsheathing it. The cold metal against his hand was comforting; a reliable weight.

All was still for a moment. A standoff between Legend, and whatever hid amongst the leaves.

A mop of unruly blond hair littered with twigs burst out of the brush, grasping a sword and eyes wide. Upon noticing Legend, Wind grinned sheepishly. “Heyyy, Leg’.” Blood dotted his bright blue tunic. “Your back!”

Legend was at a loss for words. One order, he gave the kid one simple task! To stay put and organize food, but no! He couldn’t even do that! He stalked forward silently, eyes ablaze.

Wind took a step back. “I can explain!” He hastily shouted. “You see, I looked through our bags and thought we could use a little more food, and since you were gone, I figured I could get it myself!” Laughing awkwardly, he picked a branch out of his hair. “I found some berries that looked good, but then get this! A lizalfo jumped out at me! Not one of the black-blooded ones, a normal one! I handled it though, because I’m just that cool!”

Legend spoke slowly. “You handled it?” He towered over the younger boy, whose smile faltered. “Wind, you have blood on you!” Grabbing the boy’s arm, he yanked it over, showing a long cut going down his forearm.

Wind yanked his arm back, ducking between the taller boy’s legs to get away. “Most of it isn’t mine!” His face was red from anger, or maybe embarrassment.

Legend didn’t let him get far. Turning on a heel, he grabbed his shoulder, forcing them to face each other. “I told you to stay here! Not run off and get hurt!”

“I just wanted to help, and I can take care of myself!”

“Can you use your head for once!?” He yelled, practically shaking the sailor. “You are going to get yourself killed one day by not listening to simple instructions! The goddess must have made a mistake choosing you because there is no way in Hyrule that you should have lasted this long with dirt for brains!” He didn’t mean it. Wind was a talented warrior, one of the best. He was just…worried. Anything could have happened.

The younger boy didn’t look up. Instead, he kept his gaze on the tree line, body stiff.

Maybe Legend went a little too far. He was only a kid, after all. Slowly, he lowered them both to the forest floor. The crickets chirping, and the leaves moving were the only sounds.

“Why did you follow me?” Legend asked. The thought had been itching at the back of his head since they landed.

Wind looked away. “You have been leading us through this Hyrule. Of course I would follow.” He responded, dodging the question.

Legend narrowed his eyes, watching as the younger boy fiddled with the ends of his tunic. A breeze blew through, causing them both to shiver.

“You know what I mean.”

He didn’t respond for a long moment, just staring off into the distance with foggy blue eyes. Eventually, his mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to form a response. “Can I tell you something?” His voice sounded small, almost like the child Wind was supposed to be. He met Legend’s gaze.

It scared the veteran to see the youngest of their group, the one who shone like a light in all the dark times, be uncharacteristically quiet.

He nodded anyway.

Wind took a breath, preparing himself. “I- well, first off, you can’t tell anyone, or get mad.” Squeezing his eyes shut, he looked almost scared. Like he expected Legend to jump up and chase him away. “I don’t have the hero’s spirit.”

That was the last thing Legend expected to hear. A chill went down his spine.

The sailor continued. “I’m sorry.” Fresh tears filled his eyes. “I know I should have told you sooner, but I wanted to impress you! You have gone on so many adventures, and have all kinds of magic things, and I wanted you to like me! I want everyone to like me, and if they knew I wasn’t chosen, that I wasn’t a genuine hero, then they wouldn’t!” He practically yelled, franticly running his fingers through his hair. “That’s why I pushed past everyone and jumped in after you! I wanted to spend time with the hero of legend.”

Legend didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t some amazing hero, just a guy who went on a few too many adventures. No one a kid should look up to, or more importantly, compare himself to.

Slowly, he moved his arms, wrapping them around Wind in an awkward hug. “That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Wind looked up, sniffling. “What?”

“You defeated Gannon, right?”

The boy nodded. “Yeah. Stabbed‘em straight through the head.”

Slightly graphic, but that’s fine. “Then you are just as much of a hero as the rest of us.” Gently, Legend rubbed his back. “Maybe even more so. You did it without any divine intervention.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “And uh, I’m sorry about what I said earlier.” Short, sweet, and to the point. Legend had never been the best at apologies.

He felt Wind’s arms wrap around his mid-section tightly. “It’s ok. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have run off when you told me not to.”

And that was enough mushy feelings for the next month. He ruffled the boy’s hair, pulling them both up. “Alright. Why don’t we fix up that arm and actually get some food before dark?”

“Can I come with you this time?”

“Of course.”

-

That night, they sat side by side as the fire roared and stars danced overhead. Wind lay against Legend’s side with a blanket wrapped around both of them.

 “And that is how I met my roommate, who is also the most annoying person in the world.” Legend finished his story. How he was pulled into the classic bonding around the fire was a mystery. But unfortunately, he didn’t hate it.

Oh god, he was going soft, wasn’t he?

There was no response from Wind, which was slightly concerning. The kid had been a chatterbox since they wrapped up his arm and ate. A small snore had him looking down.

The boy was fast asleep, tucked under his arm and holding onto the front of his tunic. Legend smiled softly. It was slightly adorable. Never in a million years would he admit it out loud, but maybe, just maybe, he had begun seeing the youngest Link as a little brother.

How annoying.

Making sure the blanket was secure around them, he settled in for a long night of being a Hylian pillow. Would he wake up in the morning sore? Yeah. Would he complain about it to Wind until they found the others? Also, yeah. Did he regret it? Not a bit.

[moonpoolcat]

Looks to the Moon (Not safe version)

It's Moon with tits, I don't care who says it's weird, my drawing, my rules now hold this L.

Quick Backstory (Short version)

Lttm is a gen 1 iterator an current senior to the Twilight local group. After the death of SOS, Moon was left feeling compelled to pick up where she left off the best she could. In this timeline Moon would not collapse like in game but instead be saved by an iterator who's can that is the first of it's kind was mobile. Along with NSH and Hunter. She could forgive Pebbles desire to escape, but she could never forgive his act of purposely ignoring her please for mercy, therefore Pebbles was exiled from the local group till further notice for not only attempted murder but the infection of the rot towards himself but her apprentice Unparalleled Innocence was affected as well. Later on she was secretly relieved the both of them had been cured by SRS an was happy to find out her brother was being looked after by Chasing Winds. This event forever tarnish, destroying everything she had ever believed in her entire life.

With a new perspective LTTM began to suspect her local group members were working against her? At first she didn't want to believe such accusations were true until NSH had hacked into their private group chat revealing they were part of the anti sliverists orchestrated by an unknown admin. Someone had premeditated this... In retaliation Moon would gather up these traitors an behead them in front of thousands of iterators during gathering, setting an example for anyone else who dared to harm her again. But the admins were not safe either for it was also discovered they to had planned her downfall so they had met the same fate essentially turning this even into the blood moon genocide.

As if it couldn't get any worse. Her UI had been the one responsible for Pebbles rot. For that, she was beheaded as well then was forced to carry out the rest of Pebbles sentence as punishment. With the weight of being admin, her lover gone, her brother traumatized, and anti- sliverists at war with each other- Something within Moon snapped! She became forever cold, merciless, relentless, and vengeful showing no remorse for anyone. Not even her own local group is safe from this iterators eternal wrath. Those below an only loyal to Moon shall not have to fear the queens endless quest for vengeance. The only goal this Moon has is to be rid the planet of anti sliverists that threaten everything she an Sliver worked so hard to create vowing to hunt down her killer if it's the last thing she'll do. Even if it means hurting the ones she cares about. For the ones that tread on stained waters will be the first to drown.

Explanation behind the design:

Look I like pogo legs but I needed this au to make sense if I'm going to be able to explain everything else. There were exactly 3 redraws of her dress as I attempted to go for a regal look but it had failed so I went for an egyptian look instead to set myself apart from the other Moons. Someone said she looked like a genie so I just rolled with it. The antlers were my attempt at matriarchy as I felt that it fit her since she is the oldest of iterators. The tattoo on her face on the mini casual is just a mark that only appears when she's not walking around trying to look professional.

Relations

Five Pebbles: Cares very much for him. He is recovering from cycles of isolation. Is slightly traumatized from Moon beheading UI. Has forgiven SRS.

SRS: Moon has little to no trust in Suns, she denied him admin role because of their poor mental health after exiling their abusive mentor. To her he is merely used as a means of brute force during situations where she does not want to spill blood. But on the inside she cares deeply for them nonethless worried whenever they have an explosive episode or any form of metal psychosis.

NSH: They use to be lovers before she half collapsed. Annoying as he may be Sig is the only iterator who she had given admin privileges to. However does not accept him as her equal because of memory loss. His speed is useful in keeping tabs on all the territories so nothing goes unnoticed. His two face nature and super speed makes it perfect to infiltrate places an come out unscathed.

Chasing Winds: He was the apprentice to SOS. He left the group after she died. Moon doesn't get along with him because he does not enjoy her violent tendacies creating fear setting a bad influence on the younger group members.

UI: Moon wants nothing to do with her. A lost cause and a waste of time thinking she could ever raise an iterator to one day take her role as admin.

Enlightened overturned silk: Wants dead immediately. (Keep an eye on this guy he's important)

Other local groups

Oasis local group: Allies

Zodius local group: Allies

Jaded local group: Not on good terms. Moon would rather see them dead.

Stormfall local group: Neutral due to Chasing Winds being Admin Moon wants no conflict with them.

Sliverist group: The only group she trusts to protect Slivers can. She took it upon herself to train them personally into the most lethal local group in the area an heads to Moons calls as they trust her enough to obey orders only because she was with Sliver the longest.

Anti-Sliverists: Wanta dead at all cost. Anyone who spots one are to kill them on site with no hesitation. Failure to report an a siting or incident are to be reported to Moon immediately.

Extra

The colored pearls on her antlers are her way of keeping up with who's in her local group, they're personal keepsakes that she forbids anyone from touching.

Neuron flies will forever circle her when she is wearing clothing. Otherwise they vanish when taken off. She keeps them around in case something happens an it is a means of a last resort of staying alive. They can be used an shaped into a projectile and will take one minute to reproduce a new one.

Weapon of choice: Scythe; It carries the weight of 100 leviathans. Only SOS, SRS an NSH have been the only ones known to be able to lift it off the ground.

Moon ironically can camouflage when it's dark, the downside being the ability is most weak during the day.

Morph form: Should have been obvious it's a deer.

Moon has a sister named Illuminated diamond Twilight, they're cycles older than Pebbles. Funny that her local group was named after her. Not on good terms when mentioned though.

Her antlers can retract at will, although she has to take every pearl off which is time consuming but worth it since it's just used as presentation.

If angered for to long Moon will enter a wendigo like state an will not stop until whatever had angered is either dead or has fled the area. It is recommended to not annoy her at all.

Moons lore is out go read it.

[luimagines]

That Dragon Au Part 12

Flowers are a love language. @cafecourage

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Chapter 12: Pasts Reawakened

Wind smiled and pulled Enno out of the store as fast as he could just in case.  "That guy likes to over sell the flowers all the time. The build-your-own-bouquet doesn't have set prices since they sell by the ounce. He likes to over charge and get as many people on those as he can. That being said, if it was  another person, I would have let you go for it. Those you can enchant and get the flowers to glow in the dark or repeat messages and stuff. There's a lot more but I remember those the most."

"Figured much. I recognized that tactic." They started swinging their hands together. "Either way, thank you for having my back, Sailor." It's a nice time overall now. "Wanna go back and finish training with Twi and Sky? I probably should be in the room when the chest arrives."

Wind gladly swung their hands back and forth with exaggerated movements. "Hmm... Maybe? That sounds like a good idea for you. Warrior should still be working. He said he wouldn't finish until some time around dinner time. Apparently it was worse than he thought."

Enno hummed in agreement. They needed to also talk to Warrior about what the doctor said. After he finishes, of course. "Ok! Then let's go back."

"Alright." Wind loses himself to his thoughts and absentmindedly leads Enno through Castle Town and back to the castle. They both ended up back in the garden where Twilight and Sky were now fighting against Wild and Legend. This group smelled bad.

Wind's frowns and makes a face. "You all should shower."

Wild grins. "Wind! Your turn! Let's go! You and me!"

Enno gave Wind a push. "Have fun, don't push yourself too hard." 

They waved the others goodbye and headed up to the room. They wanted to beat the furniture people but also get there with enough time to annoy Warrior. Both are equally important.

Wind grinned and waved them off as well. By the time Enno reached Warrior's room they could hear a minor commotion on the inside.

They closed their eyes, sighing for a moment before knocking on the door and opening it "I'm baaaack!"

"Enno!" Warrior calls out gleefully. "You're just in time! I forgot you wanted to go shopping. The guys here are just setting it up."

He walked over to them and kissed their forehead. "Did you have fun?"

"Mhm. Here, we got these for you since you've been holed up in your room." Enno gave him the flowers and peaked behind him to see the movers putting the ottoman down. "I was hoping to beat them here just in case you still were working."

Warrior looked taken aback by the gift. He hesitated to take them.

"Oh.... thank you..." Warrior gets a bit choked up and teary eyed. "They're beautiful."

He laughed a bit and nervously scratched behind his neck. "My favorite. …Umm... The desk and vanity should be done soon as well. They had to take it apart and reassemble the both of them for easier travel. Good colors, sturdy wood. You picked well."

“It’s not really a custom where I come from but I like the idea of getting your partner flowers occasionally.” Enno was too busy trying to explain the flower before they registered what else Warrior had said. They blinked at him, confused. “But I only bought-….”

Enno remembered then, that they left Wind loose in the store. “That sneaky little-” They laughed out loud, not mad at all. They smiled. “Wind went to look at other things. I didn’t expect that he would buy things.”

"Oh Wind did that-?" He snorts and covers his mouth with one hand, holding the flowers in the other. "I guess he really wants you to stay."

Warrior softened and turned to go back to his desk. "So do I to be honest."

He placed the flowers on his desk, moving some papers around so that he'd have the room. "Daffodils....." He mumbles. "Mom, you would have loved these."

Enno paused for a moment, seeing the workers out and paying them if they weren’t already. Once they closed the door, I turned back around. “It’s funny. When Wind suggested Daffodils, I thought about how me and my dad would look after the wild ones we had growing in the yard.”

They came over to hug him from behind. “I was happy to find something with Tulips since we always made a day out of picking the bulb and planting them. Seems like we have a little more in common than we thought.”

Warrior gets a bit choked up again. His hands rest on theirs.

"My mother had a patch of daffodils next to our house before.... It was her pride and joy. We didn't really have much compared to other families but she took good care of it. My sister actually has tulips by her house. She lives with our grandmother. Daffodils... were my mothers favorite flower and I'm inclined to agree with her."

Warrior turned and hugged them properly. "No one has gotten me flowers before. Thank you."

He kissed their hair.

“I noticed your attempts with dragon courting so I wanted to do my own thing.” Enno held him, purring in an attempt to comfort him a bit. “I am happy that they mean a lot to you.”

They swayed a bit, trying to not make him cry. “You.. mention your mother a lot. I won't ask about what happened and will wait until you tell me, but I want you to know that I’m here for you if you need a moment to let your emotions out. It's ok to cry no matter how long it's been.”

Warrior's breath hitched and he held them tighter, tensing up. He laughed a bit. "I love you."

Something wet landed on their shoulder. "I still miss them. It was my fault."

He took a deep breath. Enno was inclined to think that he wiped his eyes from where they couldn’t see it. "You're incredible and amazing and sweet and I'm so... happy that I met you... that you like me back."

He giggled and swayed with them some more, peppering their head with kisses. "You're so important to me."

They wanted to argue that it wasn’t his fault, no matter what happened but they didn’t want to pry further. “It’s bad to hold in things, but I know that it's hard to open up to someone.” 

They spun him around so he could sit in his chair. They sat on his lap, making it easier for themselves to hold him. “Your amazing, you know? I don’t think you realize that. Not everyone has the balls to run out into battle without thinking. You also make Wind really happy now that he can call you Dad more freely. There’s so much you do even with the other boys. You take care of them all.”

Warrior choked on his spit when Enno had just placed themselves onto his lap. A blush bloomed across his face and he struggled to maintain eye contact.

"A part of me wants to argue with that, but you won't hear it, will you?" He softened and gently placed his head on their shoulder. "I know you’re right... I just wish...." Warrior takes a breath. "I never got to grieve."

His arms came up to hold them and he pulled them in close. "What's your family like? You mentioned your father and you planting the flowers."

Enno didn’t respond right away. “Well… it’s just my dad, my sibling and my mom.My family has been pretty chaotic.” They said simply as this wasn’t a conversation yhey really wanted to talk about freely. “It was always fun to have my sibling around in middle school as I was pretty stupid in my choices.”

Enno looked away so they could look out the window. “Anyway, right now it's calmer. My dad and sibling and I  are all still close-ish. He would tease the hell out of you as My dad would just be shocked to see me socializing.”

"Hm..." Warrior began to rub their back and purred. "I'm sorry it wasn't as peaceful as it should have been. Our fathers might have gotten along.. My sister is still around. She doesn't remember much, but I bet she'd love to meet you.....But what's a middle school... or a high school?"

“It’s basically how we do our education. I was like… 14? When I started middle school? My memory is pretty bad from back then. High school is like 16 - 18 years old. I would love to meet your sister. A warning if you meet my dad. He tends to talk a lot. Get him going and he can keep up a one sided conversation, big technology guy.” They purred with him as they pulled back, calming themselves down in the process.

"That's alright." Warrior laughed some more, easier and lighter this time. "Sounds like my sister. If they're anything alike then I'm sure we'll get along just fine."

He hummed a bit and started to play with their hair. "You never told me how your check up went. I want full details."

“Ah…. Right so… basically what I have is called Chronic Magicailial syndrome? From what I can tell, the gland I have that stores the magic, loses magic too much before I can produce more to replenish. There is apparently a low risk surgery I can get but I didn’t really want to make a decision just yet. The doctor also wants to see us tomorrow in the morning, and by us I mean me. I just need to bring someone along.”

Warrior nods. "I thought so... I know a guy. He had a similar thing. More mild though. I... don't know what to say about the surgery to be honest. That gland plays a role in dragon flight but I don't currently remember what it does exactly." He sighed and leaned against the chair. "What time tomorrow?"

“Ahahahaha- I aammm terrified of heights.” Enno laughed awkwardly. “Honestly, she just told me to arrive before sun down since it takes 18 hours after the collection to get the results. Going in the morning is probably the best bet since we do leave tomorrow. I was actually thinking about getting surgery later if we come back here.”

Warrior nodded. "Well whatever you decide. I don't know what we'd have to do for a surgery if you choose it. You have to set a date for those and we might not be here for that."

He tries to think for a moment. "Did they give you any other options to deal with it? Or is it the only thing to fix it?"

“I have to take magic potions, I believe on a schedule. They took that sample to see what type I am before deciding on the said schedule.” Enno laid their head back down on his shoulder, giving a few kisses to his neck. “After getting that, I would want to tell the others about my other condition. That's what I normally do just in case.”

"That would be a good idea." Warrior admits. "In that case, we should stock up before we leave on potions. Hyrule would need a few but I'd like to know if your going to be ok until we can make it to the next town or city."

Warrior arches his neck to give them better access to his neck. "Did you have anything planned today? It sounds like all there is left to do it wait."

“Nope, I did everything I wanted to do today.” Enno continued their venture lazily since they didn’t want to move their head too much. “I was hoping you’d let me spend the rest of the day with you while you work. I can start moving your horde into the ottoman if you want.”

Warrior purrs louder. "I'd love that. It might get a bit boring here though."

He ran his jaw against their shoulder. Enno felt a surge of his scent waft into their nose in the process. "Where's Wind by the way? You leave him all by his lonesome?"

They buried their face into his shoulder, purring up a storm. They were very happy right now. “He is with Twi, Sky, Wild and I think Legend? They were all still practicing in the garden.” With more energy, they give him more affection, “I just want to spend a little more alone time with you before we hit the road.”

Warrior purrs at their tempo in response. Satisfaction was radiating off of him. "I'd like that."

He took a deep breath. "I'm not done though..."

He made no moves to get back to work.

Enno doesn’t move either. 

“How much do you have to do?” They asked, starting to kiss his jaw and face. “I can wait until you're done. It's not that much to put away.”

Warrior took a deeper breath, relaxing under their touch as they spoke. "I have at least five more pages to write. I'm almost done but there have been times in the past where I’ve miscalculated. I assumed I'd be done by dinner time but with lunch up and gone, I don't know how much I actually left to do."

Underestimating how much they missed him, Enno didn’t let up on the attacks of affection. They rubbed their wrists and hands up into his hair, getting their scent on him in a possessive claim. “How about you check to see how much longer it will take and I will get started on getting all the horde together in one place? Then we can take a break for dinner and see what to do from there.”

He growled before it fell into a purr and rubbed more of his jaw against them before pulling away. "Alright...ok... That sounds like a decent plan."

They finally noticed the scent coming from his jaw. "Is this your scent gland?" I asked, tipping his head up, giving his jaw a few extra kisses. "Anyway, time for work, Soldier Boy." 

Enno moved to get up.

A deep and low growl ripped through Warrior before he could stop. He didn't look upset....more like- "That's a sensitive spot, Sweetheart."

His face was red and his features were soft. "You are a tease."

Enno could see him fighting the grin from his face. He's losing.

They cupped his face in response. "What are you going to do about it?"

They used their thumb to give his jaw a soft rub. "Ok, I think it's time for work for real now." They let go and officially got up. "We can continue that later."

"I'll look forward to it." Warrior's gaze turned heavy before he forced himself around and back into his work.

Enno heard him take in a long breath before he fell silent.

Enno started to put the other dragons' (the noble dragon that Time had all but ripped to shreds) stuff away, since it was less meaningful than the other things. It then came to their realization that Warrior didn't know that they knew where his horde actually was.

Warrior filled the silence with gentle scratches against the paper as well as the occasional flip.

After an hour or so he sighed and stretched. He looks back at them and smiles. He turned back to his work and finished up the document relatively quickly all things considered.

The organizing was all that bad honestly since they put everything in piles earlier. Enno got rid of the gold pile first and moved over the extras. They weren’t paying attention to what Warrior was doing in the meantime.

Warrior finished the document at last and put all of his papers in order. He shoved them in a folder before he stood, popping his back as he went. 

"I'll be right back Sweetheart. I have to turn this in."

"Mhm, when you come back I need you to show me where your actual horde is. I don't want to move it without you here." Enno looked up from where they were. "Also be safe."

Warrior paused by the door and he turned to look at them. They could feel him physically hesitate before he spoke.  "It's the top and bottom two drawers of my dresser. It's not much. There should be space."

He opened the door. "I'll be back."

Enno waited until he left before continuing their organizing again. Like they told him, they weren't going to touch what he already had in there until he was there to oversee it. Not their sentimental stuff though. Why bother moving it? They do know now, however, where the horde is.They would be able to protect it, just in case.

Moments passed and suddenly, without warning someone tried to open the door.

It doesn't work.

Like it's been locked.

Enno could hear a muffled sound from the other side before the person on the other side tried to open it more forcefully.

They weren’t successful.

Enno let out a sigh and shut the ottoman loudly at the first sign of people. Annoyed, they shout. “Links not here at the moment, have some patience please before almost hitting someone with the door."

Enno opened the door before they had the chance to attempt to force the door open again. They nearly collided with each other.

"Oh my goodness, that boy!" Zelda sighed and cursed.

Very unlady-like.

"Would you be so kind as to tell me where he is?" She said afterwards. "I have an urgent matter to discuss with him. Is he in his office? He hates the place but I must find him."

Enno struggled to hold back their amusement at the princess.

“Link said that he went to file the documents he just finished so I can only assume yes. Is this something I should worry about or-?…” They asked, wondering if they should be concerned or not. It seemed like something was always happening in this castle.

Zelda sighed and rubbed circles into her temple. "Im.... not at liberty to say. But... You're his lover, yes? Im aware this little group of yours leaves soon enough bit please be careful. Cia is nearly fully healed and she's still intent on running rampant through my castle."

She turned and bowed a bit. "Well, I'll have to track him down I suppose." She paused before she left. "....He means a lot to us.... Please look after him."

And then she walked away.

Enno once again closed the door and relocked it, sighing. Already knowing that they had to finish up fast before Cia gets out, they wished that there was a way for them to contact Pinky throughout all of this but they didn't think their phones would work since there was no wifi or cell service. It had been days since they had talked decently and there were clearly some very important things happening where neither of them could see each other. They went back to putting things away, knowing full well that Warrior wasn’t coming back anytime soon.

There was a smaller knock on the door and it opened easily. "Moma? Are you in here?"

Wind walked in hesitantly. "Dad?"

"I'm here, Sweetheart." Enno called from their spot on the floor. "Are you done sparring?" They asked, dropping the rest of the gems in the ottoman before patting the floor next to them for Wind to sit. "Did you take a shower yet?"

Wind jogged over and sat down. "Nope!" He grinned. "I had fun though. I got to throw Wild around."

"That- sounds fun." Enno continued to put the treasure into the ottoman once Wind was situated. "I see you bought more furniture while we were at the store. You are a sneaky little pirate."

Wind grinned and laughed. "Now you have stuff for you!"

He rocked back and forth subtly. "I didn't think you'd want to mess with Warriors stuff even if he would be ok with it. So you get your own space."

Enno teared up  but looked away, trying to not let Wind see their emotional state. They hugged him. “Thank you, Wind. That means a lot more than you think.” They let go quickly. “But you need a bath. Go wash up, mister.”

Wind groans. "I don't stink that bad."

"Yes you do." Warrior snorted, startling the both of them. "Did you have fun?"

"Yup!" Wind grinned and stood up to greet him.

"Good." Warrior ruffled his hair. "Take a shower."

Wind pouts. "Fine."

“Oh- Hello sir.” Enno looked up at him, smiling. “Zelda was looking for you. Did she find you? Also, I didn’t move your horde yet, I wanted you to take care of it since it’s sentimental.”

Warrior's smile was wiped off. "She was-?.... oops... Well Lana found me. And uhh..." He waited for Wind to get in the bathroom before he took his spot next to you. "Cia is expected to make a full recovery... yay.... and also, she's threatening homicide. So that's fun."

He sighed and looked at Enno pensively. "....I... don't want to make your life difficult. If..." He took in a struggling breath and lowered his voice. "I want to think about this... us... I would have you by my side in a heartbeat but it seems unfair to you to deal with all of this."

“Not the first time my life was threatened.” Enno put their head on his shoulder. “Nor is it the first place I’ll live in where someone threatened me so it's fine. Honestly I don’t think you realized this but I’m not leaving your side. Yeah, there's Cia, but honestly I’m not scared of her like… someone else… If anything I  find her sad because I know she wasn’t always like that. I’m afraid you need to break my heart to the point of it being unusable to get rid of me.”

Warrior tenseed and wrapped his arms around them tightly. "Hmmm... alright. I'll have to take your word for it."

He nuzzled them closely with his head and sighed. "It just feels selfish on my part. I can't give you the life I'd want to.... not with Cia in the picture, I'm afraid." He kissed the top of their head. "I wouldn't ever give a reason for your heart to break.... I just didn't want my baggage to push you away. Emotional or otherwise."

“Honestly, there have been moments where I’ve been tempted to flat out ask you to mark me. I don’t think your baggage is an issue at all.” They hugged him back, purring. “We both need help and a bit of tender love and care. But that's ok. We can take it one day at a time. Cia will have to get used to it.”

Warrior started to purr at their first sentence alone. "That's.... quite the declaration, my dear.... That's virtually the human equivalent of marriage."

[skyward-floored]

Short little Incredibles au thing I’ve had lying around and decided to just finish up, based on many many dumb arguments I’ve had with my siblings.

Ao3

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“Legend!” Wild sing-songed as he zipped into the living room “Legend I’m done picking up my clothes! Do you want to race? Or go see if there’s frogs out by the creek? Or get Sky to walk us to the park or see if Twilight is done cleaning too or maybe—”

“Wild,” Legend interrupted, giving his brother a grumpy look from over his book. “Not now, I don’t want to play.”

Wild blinked at him, and cocked his head to the side, not computing.

“But you’re just reading, and you have been like all afternoon! Don’t you want to do something else?” he asked, and Legend glared at him.

“No, I do not. I’m perfectly happy here Wild, leave me alone.”

“Aw come on Legend, please?” Wild said with a bright smile.

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“No.”

“Pretty pretty please with sugar on top and chocolate frosting and fruit and candy and sprinkles?”

Legend didn’t bother verbally replying that time, merely shoving his nose further in his book after sending a withering glare towards Wild.

Wild, for his part, stomped his foot at being ignored, and shoved his face up right next to Legend’s, staring at him with as intense of a glare as he could manage.

Legend acted like he wasn’t even there.

...So Wild jumped on him.

Legend yelped as his book went flying, his brother almost knocking over the chair he was sitting in. He turned invisible when Wild jumped, but since his clothes were still in view, Wild was able to pounce on him and try to pull him off the chair.

“Wild! I said no!” Legend yelled, and rolled over, trying to shove Wild off of him. “Get off!”

Wild didn’t reply, and the two of them tussled for a minute, both trying to get the upper hand.

“Come on Wild! Stop it!” Legend growled after another minute, giving his brother a hard shove. “Can’t you leave me alone for five minutes?! You’re the most annoying brother ever!”

“You’re the most annoying brother ever!” Wild shot back with a obnoxious grin, completely undeterred.

“On Opposite Day,” Legend snapped back.

“Takes one to know one!”

“In your dreams.”

“In your dreams!”

“In your dreams times infinity!”

“In your dreams times infinity plus one!”

“GUYS,” Sky shouted, and the two of them immediately froze. Somehow Sky had come up behind them without either boy noticing, and was now looking down at the two, hands on his hips with a furrow to his brow.

It was rare that Sky raised his voice, but when he did, he meant business.

“That’s enough. What on earth are you two fighting about?” Sky asked, and Legend and Wild began talking over each other, accompanied by accusations and pointing fingers.

Sky looked between the two as they got louder and louder, and abruptly snapped out his wings, the loud noise silencing the two.

“Look. You guys aren’t supposed to fight with each other,” Sky said gently, but Wild and Legend continued to glare.

“He started it,” Legend huffed, and Wild balled up his fists.

“I did not! You did when you said you wanted to just read your stupid book instead of-!”

“Guys,” Sky interrupted again, and the two went silent. “I actually came in here to tell you to quiet down because Twilight has a headache. Your arguing is just going to make it worse,” he said, and Wild and Legend looked at each other, then down the hall.

“He does?” Wild asked more quietly, and Sky nodded.

“Yes. Yelling won’t help him at all, and you shouldn’t be yelling inside anyways,” he said sternly, but then his voice softened. “And you shouldn’t fight with Legend either. Find something else to do Wild, okay? Leave Legend be.”

Wild frowned. “But he keeps—”

“No means no, buddy,” Sky said pointedly, but gave him a smile. “But that goes for you too Legend. You can’t always say no to Wild.”

Legend mumbled a response, but Sky merely took it in stride and nodded.

“Come on Wild, let’s go outside and let Twilight have some quiet time,” Sky said, taking his hand. “And Legend.”

“Fine,” Wild mumbled, and let Sky take guide him outside with a wing. He couldn’t resist sticking his tongue out at Legend before he went though, giving him a loud pbbbth.

Legend merely rolled his eyes, and went back to his book.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Unbreakable || Trafalgar Law || 1/3

A/n: As I stated before, this is a short inspired by the episode 'Meet in the Middle' of 'The Twilight Zone'. I have decided to break this one-shot into 3 parts because it's easier on me this way and I want to at least get something written and posted for it. If anyone wants to be added to the tag list, let me know. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): GN! Reader, awkward first conversation, modern AU, telepathy.

The gentle sound of water sloshing in the bathroom sink permeates your ears as you attempt to calm your irritation. It's been a rough shift, and the lazy employees giving you trouble are only adding to your stress one incident at a time. But at least it's almost over.

You take an uneasy breath and then shut off the water. It's time you went back. The last thing you need is for someone to report you or accuse you of milking the time. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you force a smile. 

"You've got this. No one here is worth going to prison over."

Reluctantly leaving the bathroom, you return to work. For the next hour, you grin and bear the employees pressing your buttons. It's not easy to ignore, but your patience to do so impresses you, and once it's time to leave you rush from the building so fast you are certain the higher-ups will have you in the office tomorrow. 

Freedom, at last, you think to yourself in glee as you saunter down the street toward the crosswalk. 

You can't wait to get home. There is so much you want to do; relaxing, of course, being the main objective. But as you continue, an eerie yet deep pressure consumes your head, forcing you to halt for a moment. 

 I'm losing it.

You lurch in fear at the sudden deep and powerful voice in your ear. At first, you think someone must have snuck up on you, but glancing wildly around, you soon realize this is not the case. You are alone. So where did the voice come from? 

"It's in my head." There is no other explanation. "I must be sleep deprived."

But how does that explain the tone of the voice?

You and I both. 

Groaning in annoyance, you grab your head. The pressure makes it feel as though it's congested. You don't like this feeling at all. 

"What the fuck is going on?"

The voice laughs; a pleasant masculine sound that brings goosebumps to your skin. You wrap your arms tightly around yourself, sauntering toward the curb where other people are standing, waiting. 

It's as you said. We must be sleep deprived. Either that or…we're both suffering a mental break, the voice suggests.   

"I am not insane," you counter.

The voice hums. 

Look around, stranger-ya. Are you talking out loud? Because even if you aren't suffering a mental break, to everyone else you look a bit insane.

From the corner of your eye, you notice an unfamiliar woman give you an incredulous look and sidestep away from you. The voice is right. Your face heats up in embarrassment.

"This is just fucking great," you whisper in annoyance.

Turning your head to the side, you make sure no one is looking before you continue. 

"Are you my conscience or something? Because you haven't exactly been doing your job these past few years."

No, the voice merely retorts. 

You turn up your eyes in annoyance. 

"Right. Look…I don't have time for a mental breakdown so if you could stop talking I'd appreciate it."

Easier said than done, stranger-ya. You're in my head too, the voice retorts. It was you who reached me first, announcing your freedom, loudly. 

Heat spreads across your face. There is so much about this that doesn't make sense to you. Groaning, you cross the street when allowed and quicken your pace. You want to make sure no one witnesses you talking to yourself. 

"So, you're real?" You ask.

Yes, the voice answers. 

An annoyed sigh leaves your mouth. 

"You aren't exactly what one would call a social butterfly, are you?"

The voice snorts. 

Are you?

You shrug. 

"It depends. Though I suppose you have a point. We don't know one another. It's weird enough we're even talking to one another as is. I don't even know your name."

It's Law.

You raise a curious brow. His name doesn't sound familiar, though that doesn't mean he isn't from the area. Offering him your name, you hear him hum in response.

We are not from the same area, Law points out. I had assumed so. 

You don't see how. Perhaps he's from a small town though and knows the names of everyone who lives within it. You bite your bottom lip. 

"I see."

Honestly, you don't know what else to say. This entire ordeal is strange and you aren't convinced yet that your brain isn't making the entire thing up.

"Listen, I don't know how we can hear one another, but perhaps we should try to tune one another out. I mean…we're strangers," you state. 

You are right. Before, when your voice reached me, I felt a pressure in my head and I concentrated on it. We might be able to tune one another out this way, Law explains. 

You hum. It's true and though the concept seems easy enough, you aren't certain it will work. 

"Shall we try it?"

After you, retorts Law.

With a deep uneasy breath, you focus your thoughts on something other than Law; the color of the stoplights; the sound and smell of the world around you. The pressure in your head slowly fades until you no longer feel it. 

"He was right," you utter feeling much better. However, a sense of sadness washes over you. It had been awkward and unexpected but at least Law had a nice voice. "He sounded kind of hot."

I heard that…likewise. 

Shit. So long as you think about him, the link seems to broadcast your voice. Your face heats up in embarrassment and you apologize, tuning him out once again; the sound of his laugh is the last thing from him you hear. 

You have a feeling this isn't going to be easy.  

[darkcrowprincess]

Goldenlight week 2023💜💛: Day 2 Wolves/Forgotten Fairy Tale

*part of my lunter and boshamity twilight au*

"Why is the moon so lonely?" Willow says in a loud and clear voice as she surrounds both werewolves and vampires(and one human girl named Amity) around the bonfire on Gravesfield beach. The moon is full and bright and for once vampires and werewolves are not fighting with each other.

Luz who is sitting on her Husband Hunter's lap claps in excitement. She yells out the question Williw wants to hear, "Why?"

"Because," Willow continues in a dark mysterious voice, "She use to have a lover, and for a long time they lived in the spirt world together." Willow smiles with mischief, "They would spend nights wandering the spirt world, worshipping each other. Their feelings so great, that when they made love it caused the sky to erupt in meator showers."

Everyone wolf whistles or howls at this part. Luz cuddles deep into Hunter's arms. He playfully nips at her ears. Like a cat, his fangs tickle.

"Unfortunately one of the other spirts was jealous of their love. He was the younger brother to the moons lover. A very old and cruel spirit. He saw his big brother spirt as his. Belonging to no one else but him."

Luz starts to frown at this. Already can tell where this story is going.

" So the old jealous spirt devises a plan to hurt his big brother and punish the moon. Tricking his brother, he told him the moon wanted flowers from the human world. That she wanted him to pick her wild roses."

"Unfortunately the moons lover didn't know that when you leave the spirt world you can never come back. The spirt was trapped in the human world with roses in his hand. Unable to go back with his love. All he can do is gaze up at her every night and howl her name. But he can never touch her again."

Willow stops for a minute and let's the sad surprise filter through the group. Than she continues, "Can you guess what the spirts name was?" All the werewolves as one said, "Wolf!" Than they all got up and howled to the full moon. Their necks arched as they let a little bit of that werewolf side of them come out to make their howls more animal like. It echos across the waves of the beach. Till eventually the sound fades away. A forgotten whisper lost on the sea.

"What a tragic romantic story," Amity sighs wistfully. "Doomed to never be with the one you love. Just only allowed to see them from a distance." Boscha cuddles Amity close when she sees her depressed look.

A scoff, loud and mocking comes from Hunter. "It's a stupid story, is what it is." (As Hunter says this he brings Luz close to him. Possessively holding her. As if afriad to loose her.)

Amity frowns at Hunter, "I wouldn't expect you to understand romance or heartbreak."

"It's not about that," Hunter says, " It's a stupid story because the Moon could have easily joined her lover if she wanted to. She chose to stay in the spirt world and not be with him. Says a lot about their great love."

Luz turns to Hunter curious, and wanting to stop a fight between Hunter and Amity before it can start. "What do you mean Hunter?"

Hunter at that gives her a soft look, eyes darkening into deep pools of wine. Love and possessiveness shine in those dark eyes. He moves a loose curl of her hair behind her ear. "If it was me, I'd give up the spirt world, immortality, all of it and follow you to the human world." He cups her cheek, she leans into his hand.

"If it was me I'd do anything to be together with you again. I wouldn't just leave you alone." Hunter says that like it's a solemn vow. One to never be broken.

Luz smiles wide at his words, tears in her eyes glistening in the firelight .

"Human, Vampire, Wolf or Immortal, doesn't matter. As long as we're together," Luz declares. And she seals her promise with a kiss. Hunter kisses back. In that kiss it's as if they're all alone. They can't hear the wolf whistles, or Amity's annoyed scoffing. Like the Wolf and the Moon, they are lost in their own world.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)

[caelumsnuff]

What keeps you here (listening to Redacted, slightly engaging with fandom, writing for it)? I don’t mean that in the annoying ‘omg why are you here if you’re gonna complain’ way. As I think it’s heathy for a fandom to discuss what could be better about their fandom space and what works and doesn’t work for them in the media they’re consuming (and even as someone who enjoys 99% of this place, this fandom’s ‘don’t even say that you don’t like a thing’ is unlike any fandom I’ve ever been in, big or small).

I’m asking ‘cause I’ve been listening to Redacted since 2021 and it became a fixation, but recently I feel it fading a lot (I don’t find the narratives as compelling anymore with Quinn and Avior being the recent ones, HBS was just okay even tho nothing quality wise changed to me, even my enjoyment of the podcast has waned (and I listen to a ton of podcasts of all types so that should have been the one thing that stayed lol, but they are inconsistent then come back and talk about Pokémon Go only for 70% of the episode every episode lol so I think that’s what’s not helping).

So what brought you here and what keeps you here now? What do you think will keep you engaging with his work? What do you think will (or could be) what makes you step away (whether abruptly or gradually)? (Sorry for all the questions. I’m curious. Hope you have a lovely day!)

Thank you for the ask! I know this is long and a little word soupy perhaps, but i hope you can glean some coherent meaning from it.

Under the cut bc long.

I've been here since very very very early in the channel. Like...... 2020 early. I was getting back into listening to rp asmr after having a small interest in it a few years earlier, and i came across redacted, a lil baby VA. Redacted had some unique qualities in the rp asmr scene, and if we're being honest he still does.

My brain kinda decided to hyperfixate on Redacted, i think because he had plot heavy audios and that wasnt super common in this genre of rp. And in the beginning, the plots were actually decently good in terms of writing and whatnot.

At some point along the way, that fixation became something of a special interest eventually. Probably sometime around early 2022 when i decided to join the discord to finally see some fanart and maybe make friends with people in this fandom. That kinda sent me down the rabbit hole of realizing "oh shit yeah these people have wildly different interpretations of these audios", which started to irritate me in regards to a certain magical therapist and i ended up writing a fanfic about it after being afraid to write for literally most of my life. I got very mixed responses, but some people were really kind and expressed gratitude for my writing and that made me actually want to be a part of this fandom, even if i stay in my own little corner. After that point i started to engage with the content far more critically, and decided that i care about his videos too much to not talk about them and critique them.

I can't really tell you why i stay here, not exactly at least. I think plot-wise the videos have declined in quality greatly, which i started paying attention to. I have been known to enjoy bad media. Like a lot. I watched all of Voltron, all of Vampire Diaries, 13/15 seasons of Supernatural, the Twilight movies, and i fucking enjoyed them. Im just a fan of shit media. Its really fun to critique as well! But like..... I don't think Erik is an all around shit writer, i think he's really good at some things. Character building (the base of a character at least), universe building (for the most part), and the line writing is really good actually, i enjoy them. And i think that he's decent when writing darker content and plotlines, look at the Adam plotline, the Ivan plotline, Imperium AU etc. So i guess the answer is i enjoy critically engaging with it and actively critiquing the art, as well as being attached to the characters and the universe. I have kinda yoinked the characters and they are now my little barbie dolls to play with.

Tbh i ignore most of the fandom bc i just..... simply do not care what people i dont know think about me. I think that majority of this fandom has demonstrated not just a lack of critical thinking skills, comprehension of fandom etiquette, and media comprehension skills, but also a lack of basic human decency and kindness. I do not care what people like that think of me. I know who i am, my loved ones know who i am, and im not gonna let children on the internet stop me from making the art i enjoy.

I take breaks from listening to videos every once in a while (like 2 months at the beginning of this year), but i always end up coming back. I guess im curious as to where this all is going, and i really really do want to see this man get better at writing which..... hasnt happened yet but i guess im patient enough to wait lol. I think he hit a new low recently though. I think the Quinn storyline is the first time that the bad writing actually made me like... angry. Like i was MAD, like shaking laughing in my bed mad. It took me an hour to cool down like what the fuck was that man 😭 If i think about it too hard ill get all riled up again.

I.... don't know what would make me step away tbh. Idk what that would take, but i guess it'd have to be worse than the Quinn arc, which is setting a pretty high bar.

So yeah i think i stay here because i love the characters (or the ideas of them), as well as the universe, and i think writing fics for them is really good practice for me. There's also some very sweet people in this fandom who have been nothing but kind and encouraging to me, and i do not want to let these interactions i have with you guys fizzle out just yet. I may not know yall or directly interact with yall a lot, but i really do love you guys in this little corner of the fandom ive carved out.

[violentvioleteye]

Oh my god Stormy I fell asleep and woke up to GOLD??? I'M SO IN LOVE WITH THIS.

LMTCOY has me cackling because Shade is an enigmatic tomcat and Abyss is a hot mess of a man that bagged him until Shade fumbled himself out the door. And Abyss FUCKING DINK UP 😭 Oh my GOD that's so funny. All I can imagine is Shade coming down the next morning and he and Abyss see each other and everyone up early enough gets the treat of watching this new stranger chase their new roommate around with the first frying pan he found, screaming about child support (I'd give them a daughter just to make things easier)

Abyss: *has Shade on his back, beating him with the frying pan*

Shade: *shielding himself with his arms*

Time: Hey- HEY! I think he's had enough!

Abyss: YOU WANT WHAT HE'S HAVING?!

Time:

Time: no.

Abyss: THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.

Also, Abyss and Twilight looking super duper alike makes me feels like there could be a cliché plotline solely for the drama where they find out they're twins separated at birth but that's just from me being raised on my grandma's soap operas.

AND THE o!Sky Omega AU??? STORMY I'M SOOOO IN LOVE. That's the AU I was thinking the most about because I have so much love in my heart for the pack dynamics and Sky! My Shayla! My Shaylaaaaa! 😭

I'll admit I hadn't thought about making Abyss and Colin a part of the culture, I was thinking of them actually getting thrown in from AH's universe, but I see now that I wasn't seeing the big picture because Abyss as an abandoned and broken Omega?! But he won't say he's broken?! FUCK!!! I do wonder what the trans aspect of his character would be like in this AU, since gender can always be a little hard in omegaverse. I wonder if it's not that he wants to be a man, but he wishes he was born an Alpha because of how the world has treated him.

Time not wanting to leave them? And poor fucking baby Colin? And Gamma Shade?! I have NEVER heard of that term before and judging by the description I wonder if that's something Demise was and if so, I definitely feel like a friendship could be possible between Sky and Abyss.....if Abyss stops hissing at his mate at least.

Also, the other Alphas and Betas getting constantly chased away from Colin by Abyss is a really funny image to me. Especially if you remember how we meet Abyss in AH is that he absolutely floors Twilight for being in reaching distance of his boy. I also definitely feel like some bad blood could form between Abyss and the other Omegas if he sees them mothering his pup because while Abyss struggles to connect with his son, he is still immensely protective of him and he's his, not any of theirs. Abyss loves him, it's just that he struggles to admit it. Like Tahir said; you feel things strongly, you just won't face it and it all bubbles over.

The way you describe Shade, especially with the whole Gamma thing, makes me feel like that would be an AU where Shade isn't a good match for Abyss and there's nothing to have between them, which is ROUGH because they are Bonded, buuuutttt *👀👀👀'ing at Shad*

And oh my god, the poly!Sky, sweet thing! He just wants to help! It just runs so fucking deep between them and that poor boy just wants to HELP. This is gonna sound weird but I feel like Abyss would really be fond of Sky. Like he'd be annoyed by his meddling at first, but he'd remind him of Fado who was basically his best friend growing up. He actually offered to marry Abyss when he got pregnant and claim the kid to make things easier for him, but Abyss turned him down because he'd never be tied down. Fado is Colin's favorite uncle. But the himbo angle and the just wanting to look out for him and help, even if his ways might seem ridiculous and unorthodox, would have Abyss thinking of one of the few people he holds so fondly in his heart and he'd be like "d'aww. You've got no thoughts behind those eyes huh."

And bringing up the purpose of that AU, I am happy to tell you that Abyss has not been celibate in the eleven years he's been without Shade. It's been one night stands and they've meant nothing but heeeyyy, maybe Sky can worm his way in. Though all that comes to mind is like;

Sky: *says something*

Abyss, stripping: oh my god Sky you're so stupid

Another thing that comes to mind is my Sky and Time (ugh they're gonna need different names) meeting o!Sky and Time because man, AH!Sky and AH!Time are SO fun. Sky and his whole holy aspect that's constantly brought up but never really explained, the subplot between them that has been simmering since the early chapters, and then they meet these other versions of themselves that are together and happy??? AH!Time and o!Time, AH!Time is lowkey so selfish and shortsighted and focuses so much on his boys that he ignores himself even at the cost of hurting others *cough*Sky*cough* and AH!Sky and o!Sky. I neeeed them to talk. Because AH!Sky killed Demise when they fought, he destroyed him, but o!Sky has something that Sky has wanted for years and that's someone's love and care.

I wanna write a crossover between Abyss and Shade and one of your AUs but I one, have no idea which AU would fit better, and two, am TERRIFIED of writing your babies wrong.

Bro you're so good I write them wrong ALL the TIME

Here's some cold medicine-fueled whackjob concepts from Yours Truly

LMTCOY AU

As if it wasn't weird enough that Time is related to Uli and Tingle, now there's this taller, quieter, twin-looking relative who calls himself Shade that's landed at the house with no warning and even less explanation. Weirder yet, he's accompanying Time to work, and Time even defers to him in certain situations. Twilight and Wind have briefly joined forces to puzzle in Wind's room over who exactly Shade is (the truce is brief; Twilight saw a damning magazine sticking out from beneath Wind's bed and got chased out with fake plastic ninja stars). Legend's divining tools fail any time Shade walks past, he's down one tarot deck and three pendulums. Warriors is having a full-blown crisis and will NOT stop blowing up Sky's DMs like he's in heat (Sky muted them days ago). Wild canNOT figure out what the man's favorite food is, nor whether he eats anything at all. Even sweet Hyrule and quiet Four, who have the most attuned people-senses in the house, know that something just Isn't Right with this new guy.

But when the townhouse feels too crowded, at least Twilight has another place he can retreat to. Dark never complains about the company (although the neighbors might). When he and Twi head out on the town one night their evening of clubbing is interrupted when Dark returns from the restroom and sidles up close to who he thinks is Twilight on the dance floor, only to catch a fist and a ring of keys to the face. That's gonna leave a mark.

Once the dust settles and Dark explains things away to the bouncers, they properly get to know Abyss, Twilight's look-alike who's "just passing through" and "ain't here to make friends." But because Twilight is friend-shaped and can't ignore the accent of a fellow Ordonian, he offers him a place to crash--maybe not Dark's place, as Abyss still can't stop glaring at him, but his uncle has this house that's way too big, it's just across town...

Nothing can possibly go on between these two new strangers, right?

o!Sky AU

I picture Abyss being the most rancorous omega anyone has ever encountered. Anger and abandonment issues dialed up to eleventy. Throw in one timid kit Colin whose scent and mannerisms just scream would someone love me please and I think the guys are all going to get along like bomb flowers and lava.

The omegas--even Wild, who has no interest in having kits of his own--would take special offense to how poorly Abyss treats Colin. The alphas would be caught between a rock and a hard place because on one hand, this omega wants them NOWHERE NEAR him and his kit, message received LOUD and clear, but on the other hand they're both thin and traveling alone in a harsh era, and Time won't want to leave them behind.

Too bad for him that his face stirs up bad memories for Abyss, and too bad for Abyss that Sky tolerates any sort of violent advance on his bonded like a personal threat. But too bad for Sky that Abyss is bonded, too--although whether Abyss's bond was forced on him will quickly come into question. Because the Shade isn't alpha, or beta, or omega.

Alphas are protectors and providers, Betas are level-headed and logical, Omegas are peacekeepers and lovers... but Gammas are almost unheard of in any era. There are rumors, of course--that they're jailers, or torturers, that they feed on the spirit of the living--and Abyss doesn't help the others' confusion when he calls the Shade a "good-for-nothing fucking wraith."

Perhaps that's why Colin's eyes appear to glow?

poly!Sky AU

Listen, this one's hard because the whole point of this AU is that Sky Kisses and gets dicked down by Everybody.

BUT.

HEAR ME OUT.

AU where everything is the same as in AH except Sky is a bit less scary and a lot more himbo, and he can see that something is clearly going on between Abyss and Shade. Something beyond the "I hate his fucking guts" and the wistful one-eyed stares. So much so that his big loving heart decides that he's the one that needs to fix whatever's broken between the two of them, public marriages to Shad and creepy temples and Dink be damned!

So Sky starts thinking real hard about what the other person might like. Time likes to get letters from Malon, so he scribbles a note to Shade from 'Abyss' that's clearly not from Abyss because there aren't nearly enough expletives in it, and the language is much too sweet. Twilight is soothed by song, and so Sky tries to hide and play music to Abyss from 'Shade' that he thinks he might like. In the end, Abyss sees no need to beat around the bush; he calls Sky out for what he's trying to do and explains that his relationship with Shade is a lost cause. "He had me, and he... left. Because I wasn't enough. I wasn't enough to hang around for."

And big-hearted Sky, who loves with all his heart, will simply NOT let something like that fly! But every attempt to 'fix' things is probably going to go awry more and more and more...

[sunjaesol]

#47 for the kiss prompts :)

47. A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

(all human, long distance au)

Luke's bravado would be the death of him. That his relationship was stronger than anything in the world, that thousand miles apart didn't change their dynamic, that their love was the exception, all stemmed from his unfailing confidence.

And it was true: he loved Julie to the moon and beyond and couldn't imagine a life without her, couldn't fathom a future that didn't include her. But fuck, it was hard. It was really, really hard.

Julie currently studied on the East Coast, at Berklee College of Music in Boston. Luke, meanwhile, stayed in L.A. to foster the band. Three thousand miles. Their busy schedules forced them to FaceTime at odd hours and texts often didn't go further than good morning and good night. Every day, he missed her and it ached his chest when he thought about her too long.

Despite all that, Luke was proud of her. Berklee had been her dream and she was living it out, fully and without guilt. She was training among the greatest singers in the country, finetuning her voice in pop, rock and jazz. Once in a while, she sent the boys a clip of her singing and playing piano, and it was out of this world. She had the voice of a freaking angel.

Maybe the hardest part of being together while apart, was watching her grow separately from him. Silly things, like getting a haircut or a new dress. Figuring out she liked a certain drink or dish. Exploring a different part of the city. Making a friend.

(And he knew what people at Berklee thought about their relationship. Julie told him. They thought it was crazy to stay with a high school sweetheart, or that he had to be cheating, or that she was missing out, that they were holding each other back. It almost led to a break-up a couple months back when insecurities rose and bubbled over the surface. Luke and Julie had to make an effort every single day to tune the noise out; to only focus on each other.)

The only time they saw each other was during breaks. Like now. It was the start of summer break and the couple would have a full two months together before she started her Senior Year at Berklee.

Luke paced along the arrival hall, periodically checking the time on his phone. Julie had landed about now. A small bouquet of wildflowers and dahlias laid ready in the backseat of his car, alongside a bunch of other gifts he bought for her in the last few months. Little trinkets that made him think of her.

Adrenaline surged in his body. He couldn't contain it, rocking back and forth on his heels and craning his neck as though she'd suddenly appear in the crowd.

It was silly, because they were twenty-one and twenty-two and barely adults, but Luke has lately been thinking about marrying her. Long distance did make the heart grow fonder. He loved her. And he's loved her since they were fifteen and sixteen years old. Something insane had to happen for their devotion to defer.

The doors of the arrival halls slid open and a stream of people poured out. Luke's heart skipped a beat. Holy shit. It was happening. He had no clue if these were the people from her flight, but they looked like Bostonians to him. The myriad of Red Sox hats were a clue.

(Julie had one, too. Betrayal to The Dodgers!)

Moments passed. No sight of Julie. More people popping out the doors and rushing to loved ones to hug them, or waving at taxi drivers with their names written on a card. Nerves rose up his spine. Had she missed her flight? Did he get the time wrong? Was she arriving tomorrow?

Just as disappointment sunk, a head of long, dark curls appeared around the corner. Brown skin, sunshiny eyes, a damned Red Sox hat, purple jogger set and chunky sneakers. Julie Molina through and through. His love.

"Jules!" he yelled.

Her scanning eyes found him and a brilliant smile exploded on her features. A sense of home wrapped around him before she even touched him, and it once again affirmed that no distance could ruin them.

Julie sprinted towards him and Luke spread his arms, a laugh bubbling out. The closer she got, the quicker tears began to well in his eyes. Nothing beat seeing a person in real life. Pixels didn't match up to the real thing.

Jumping into his arms, Julie knocked the breath out of him. A gust of air left him in surprise at the impact, but circled his arms around her in a snap. With her face burrowed in his neck, he heard her inhale and press a kiss on his neck.

Luke chuckled, watery, and kissed whatever skin his lips found. Home. She was home.

"I missed you so much," she whispered, pulling back to face him. Her hand caressed his cheek and kissed him on the mouth.

Luke sighed and tilted his face to deepen the kiss. Fuck, he missed this. Her legs slid down and set her feet on the floor. Their kiss didn't interrupt though, their fingers clinging, keeping each other close.

A blissful smile bloomed on his cheeks when they parted. "How was your flight?"

"Good. I was thinking about you."

"I was thinking about you, too."

Julie noted the moisture in his eyes and frowned, reaching up to wipe at the gentle skin. "You'd think we'd stop missing each other so much."

He grabbed her hand. "We won't miss each other for the entire summer."

"That's true," she replied, happy, and allowed him to lead her out of the airport, her luggage and bag in the other hand. "And after my senior year, we'll never have to miss each other again."

He raised a brow, trying not to appear like marriage bells were ringing in his head. "Never?"

Julie nodded and squeezed his hand. "Never."

send me a kiss prompt for juke

[sungbeam]

𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡.

wolf shifter!jeno x human!reader x vampire!jaemin

▷ 1.3k words, like two curse words, possessiveness

▷ twilight au; recommended, but not required readings: i know what you are / stay away from him

a/n: dedicated to bestie @tayunji for the locker escapade hehe; the following event occurs some time after "i know what you are", but not directly after

"LN YN." The voice boomed through the school corridor, and your peers scrambled to jump out of the way of the vampire who was bulldozing his way through them, houses to a wrecking ball. 

You, of course, kept walking. Earbuds blasted the newest EXO album in your ears, and you could hardly care who was calling your name when Baekhyun was crooning sweet words to you. Plus, you had an inkling as to who it was, mostly by the way the hair on the nape of your neck stood up. 

"Yn," Na Jaemin's voice was right next to you, a blurry mass of black and red leather. His hand gripped your bicep and tugged you backward, then shoved you against the nearest row of lockers as if you weighed nothing more than a doll. 

You trained all of your control in maintaining a bored face as Jaemin stared you down, absolute irritation making his eye twitch. You focused on the sound of the music in your ears, watching Jaemin's mouth move with words that wouldn't register to you. 

"Listen to me," he said. You gave no indication of such a thing. His nostrils flared in annoyance, hand bracing against the locker right by your head. He leaned in close to your ear and tugged the bud out by the wire. Your scent flooded his nose, and made his heart do cartwheels, made his voice husky. "Are you gonna be annoying or can we do this the easy way?"

The lack of proximity between you and him, along with the way his warm breath tickled your neck and shell of your ear, had you blushing an embarrassing shade of red. A slow, content smile appeared on Jaemin's face at this reaction. "There she is. Hi, sweets."

"There are better ways to get my attention," you stammered, hoping he didn't see how awkward you were being. This was quite the… compromising position. There was hardly any room between your body and his, your face and his. Any sudden movement would send him straight at your—

Jaemin hummed absentmindedly, twirling a strand of your hair around his index finger. "I like this way more. Well," he lifted a brow at you, "except for the part where you were ignoring me. I don't like being ignored, sweets. I hope you know that."

"We can't always have what we want," you quipped in response, not meaning for it to mean anything more than this situation; however, based on the shift in Jaemin's demeanor, you had a feeling that it meant a lot more to him. It reminded you of that one time you said "sucks to suck" to Jeno, and he had winced. It had taken on a whole new level of meaning since then. 

The vampire sighed, your hair falling from his fingers. "I need to talk to you about… what happened."

Ah, so that was what this was about. Annoyance pricked at your conscience. "I don't need you making excuses for him—"

"No, that's not it," Jaemin interrupted, firmly, earnestly. "I don't make excuses for the mutt ever." 

"Then what do you need to talk about?" You were already hurt by the whole situation. How could your best friend since childhood, Lee Jeno, lie to you your entire life? Not only was he a wolf shifter or whatever, but you were also his… mate? You still couldn't wrap your head around the whole thing, but you felt like your brain was about to combust along with your patience. 

Jaemin's expression softened. He could scent the emotions waging war inside your head. "I'm sorry that you had to find out that way."

You avoided his eyes, opting instead to stare at the glossy linoleum floor of the school hallway. "Why would he hide that from me? I mean, being mates—should that not be the very first thing you tell someone?"

He clenched his jaw, using his finger to tip your head up to him. "If you were mine? Yeah, I'd make sure you knew as soon as you met me." 

A flame bursted somewhere in your heart, your soul, your body. You couldn't doubt the tug between the two of you anymore. If you were mates with Jeno, why did you feel like this with Jaemin? 

Then his hand dropped again, went up instead to run through his dark hair. It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to tell that there was something else plaguing his mind. "That's another thing I wanted to talk to you about."

"What is it?" You asked. Should you be worried? The conflict in his expression had you the slightest bit concerned. 

"Wouldn't you rather be mine than his?"

Your heart stopped for a split second in time, and in that moment of hesitation, a blurred figure barreled into Jaemin's side, knocking him across the corridor from you. 

"And here I thought you would listen for once, Na." 

A terrible feeling sunk in your gut once you recognized Jeno's back in front of you, guarding you—or rather, blocking you—from Jaemin. Again. Déjà vu, much? There was that sharp pang of fear in your chest at just the thought of what might occur again. "Jeno, don't do this—"

"Yn, I can't just let him pull that shit with you!" Jeno whirled around, both pleading and fire in his eyes as he beheld you. He looked like utter shit with purple bags hanging under his once carefree eyes, hood thrown over his head. Had he gotten any sleep since he confessed his secrets to you? "Please, you have to understand how complicated this is."

From the corner of your eye, you saw Jaemin lean back against the opposite wall of lockers, his arms braided across his chest, looking on with a distinctly blank expression. A crowd had gathered in the hallway now, whispers and gossip running rampant like a disease. You hated it, hated seeing these two come to conflict again. 

"Jeno," you said carefully, hands holding his shoulders so he looked straight at you, "I can't understand if you don't tell me what's going on."

A growl shook the earth beneath your feet as Jeno flung an arm in gesture toward Jaemin. "What's going on is that he's trying to take you away from me—"

Jaemin rolled his eyes, but a lazy smile curled onto his face. "Not trying; succeeding."

You just barely put yourself in front of Jeno before he pounced on Jaemin with teeth bared and snapping. His weight would have toppled you over alone if Jeno hadn't snaked an arm around your waist to keep you upright. You shoved a finger at Jaemin's chest. "You—stop provoking him and shut up, for God's sake!" 

Jaemin lifted his hands slowly in surrender, but there was still that glimmer of amusement and something else in his eyes. 

You turned to Jeno now, who's eyes were slowly darkening like that doomed day you confirmed that your friendship would never be the same. "And you, calm down. No one's taking me away from anyone. Don't let his words get into your head. Jeno Lee, look at me."

Jeno turned eyes to you instead of glaring daggers at Jaemin. You could already see him try to shake out of whatever alpha instinct was threatening to take over his brain. "I'm okay—I'm fine now," he said, releasing a shaky breath. "I'm sorry that you have to deal with my shit, Yn." He ducked his head like a scolded child, his teeth gritting as if he was holding himself back from pushing you aside and dealing with Jaemin himself.

You exhaled, relieved. "It's okay."

Jeno sulked, and like the sucker you were, you wrapped your arms around him. You let him tuck his face into your neck, nuzzle his hair, his face, his scent all over you. You could feel your heart speed up in your chest and you wondered if this was what it was supposed to be like to have a mate.

Is it really okay though? A voice asked in the back of your mind. How long did he take to tell you the truth? And even so, he never justifies his behavior nor his actions to you. He's an alpha; they don't think to explain themselves.

There was that prickling feeling at your conscience again, the feeling of the hair at the nape of your neck rising. You shifted your attention to Jaemin, who hadn't moved from that spot against the locker. "If you have something to say to me, do it out loud."

Jaemin simply shrugged. You thought you recognized the shadow falling over his face as he replied stiffly, "Just that I will always tell you the truth."

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A Hero Protects His Own - Part 1

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Loud.

It’s loud and the camp is overwhelmingly tense as Legend screams harsh words in a language Twilight doesn’t understand. The others sit in silence, either burying their heads in their hands or trying their hardest to ignore it while Sky stares cold and impassive at the vet.

He shrinks back into his hood.

He’s fought the worst of the worst; monsters, evils, shadows and nightmares from realms beyond what the others will ever know, but somehow hearing his brothers screaming at each other like this is what it takes to make him shiver and shrink back.

Or maybe it’s the steel in Sky’s eyes.

He’s tried to separate them, tried to stop Legend antagonizing the Chosen Hero, and for a while he even thought it worked! Sky and Legend had bonded some after what the three of them refer to as “the bunny incident” Legend with a fierce blush and Sky and himself with grins and teasing. The vet would tease them, stand at their side and back them up, and they would do the same for him. That’s just the power of secrets, sharing them makes you closer to other people.

But then they’d been dropped in Legend’s world. They’d come to the veteran’s Hyrule and spent a day at his house and gone out to the forest with Ravio to investigate something strange that the merchant had seen. When they'd come to the cozy cottage, Sky had been teasing Legend and receiving playful jabs in return, but the next morning when everyone woke up there was stone cold silence between the two, Ravio overcome with nervous energy that, to their collective shock, had earned him some rather sharp words from the Skyloftian when the merchant had gotten them lost in the woods.

From there it got worse.

Legend and Sky are almost always at each other's throats now, icy blue and raging indigo burning into each other as Time has struggled to keep them separate, neither willing to explain their spat and Ravio to overcome to even attempt it.

The bunny merchant clings to Warriors even now, their scarves wrapped over the both of them and tying them together as Warriors paints the merchant’s nails, speaking softly and recounting adventures the two had apparently shared in an attempt to distract him from the shouting that fills the camp and the heated stares being shot between two heroes.

Sky’s hand grips the hilt of the Master Sword where it lies in his lap and Legend’s fist at his sides while he stands over the older hero, face twisted up in an ugly expression as he spews words Twilight knows he doesn’t want to understand.

“Make it stop.” Four whimpers, head buried in his side as the smithy’s shoulders tense further with each word. “It hurts.”

“Guys-” He tries, he really does, to be firm, but when there's so much anger already in the air, he knows that yelling will only do so much good, and when Sky’s sharp eyes meet his, usually so gentle and dreamy but now flashing with lightning and shadowed in thunderclouds, it’s all he can do to keep his voice low enough to not worsen things for Four.

“You’re hurting Four.” Time scolds.

Legend’s mouth snaps shut, Sky’s hands twitching as the two both look over the miserable bundle against his side.

“Fine.” Legend snaps, crossing his arms and looking away.

“Apologies.” Sky nods.

It’s easy to believe Sky will be a king one day when he acts like that. There’s no doubt that their usually sleepy friend can rule and command when he sits poker straight, actions clipped as his words and tone deep enough to rival times when he speaks. Gone are the gentle words and reassuring smiles, instead replaced with regal nods and flashing silver eyes. The war cape that usually warms shivering heroes on cold nights is a cape, and the halo cast over the Skyloftian’s honey-hair is a crown in the firelight.

Twilight has to shift in his place.

Thank Ordonia the two both have a soft spot for the smithy, otherwise they’d be here all night! And, while he loves the wolf that nestles inside of his heart, he also hates how the wolf’s senses affect his own. Legend’s shrieks might be annoying to the others, but to himself and Four, they’re agonizing.

Then again, he has to muffle a strained chuckle as Legend stomps past on his way to his bedroll, which is as far as possible from Sky’s without Time raising his brows, rabbits do scream rather loudly, don’t they.

“Are they done?” Four’s eyes actually have tears in them when he looks up, face flushed and miserable as he peeks up out from under the tail end of the wolf pelt.

“Yeah.” He has to keep his voice low as he answers, Four’s headaches are well known to be absolutely awful, and he can’t help but gently pet the smithy’s hair in an attempt to comfort him.

Baby.

Twilight has to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Four’s nearly an adult.

Baby. The wolf in his soul rumbles, and Twilight has to mentally restrain himself from pulling the little smithy into his arms and absolutely suffocating him with his fluffy pelt and arms as he holds him as tight as possible. He thinks Four once explained why they want to squeeze babies and small things so much, but he can’t be bothered to dig through all of the smithy’s rants about Hylian behavior in order to remember it.

It was something related to eating though, and the thought makes him wrinkle his nose.

“Good.” Four sighs, flopping fully against him and tugging the pelt over his eyes. “They do that again and I’m gonna slap them both. Jerks.”

A laugh rumbles through his chest as the wolf growls in approval.

Fierce baby. The Wolf laughs.

He’s close to our age. Twilight reminds himself. He jist looks small and young.

Never mind that the smithy has his childish moments, eyes glimmering red and warm as he laughs along with Wind as the two watch some prank or another play out. It’s always hard to tell if Four is just laughing at their misfortune or if he’s the reason for it and is reveling in his genius, because when questioned the smithy always looks so childishly innocent or entirely unimpressed. It’s a difficult thing to pin the blame on the smithy, and they’ve all quite given up. Except Sky.

Sky, who can read Four like a book and is currently shooting worried glances in the smithy’s direction, all fire and rage gone from crystal eyes when the Skyloftian catches sight of the smithy curled up beside him, only his legs and stockinged feet visible beneath the pelt. “Is he okay?”

Twilight nods. “Exhausted, fightin’ a bad headache, but he says it ain’t quite a migraine.”

The other hero nods with a wince. “You got him then?”

Oh definitely. This is his little brother! Of course, he can take care of him! “Yeah.”

“Okay.”

He’s feeling guilty.

They are close, he prob’bly just wants to help.

“You good, Sky?”

Crystal blue meets his slowly, a pained smile on his brother’s face as Sky settles down on his other side, reaching over quickly to gently pat Four’s knee before answering. “Yeah. Legend just-” Sky answers, running a hand through his hair with a huff of his puffed-out cheeks. “Vet’s a Hylia Blessed piece of work somedays!”

Laughter spills from him this time, and he can’t stop it even when Four pokes his side irritably. “That has got to be the nicest way I’ve e’er heard someone call another person an ass! Did you just say ‘Hylia blessed’?”

Sky rolls his eyes. “I love Legend same as any of you guys, he’s just...” Another heavy puff of breath, one that he didn’t know Sky could even manage with his asthma, billows out, ruffling the Skyloftian’s bangs as he motions to where Legend is sat with his back against Warriors, Twilight would almost dare to say that the vet is pouting as War reaches over to gently ruffle the vet’s hair fondly while Ravio chirps something nervous and encouraging at him.

“He can a bit difficult.” He finishes, but Sky shakes his head fiercely.

“That’s not it! I deal with difficult people all the time! My best friend was the biggest ass I knew before he stopped trying to one up me and started to actually help. I can handle a bit of sass and snark, I mean, look at us!” Sky exclaims, motioning to the camp and everyone in it.

“Keep it down!” Four hisses. “Headache!”

“Sorry.” He choruses with Sky as the smithy glares up at the both of them before retreating back underneath the protective shade of his wolf pelt.

“It’s not the grouchiness, or the snark.” Sky explains softly, blue eyes pained as they glance at Legend. “We’re just. We have very different opinions about some things.” He’s about to say something when Sky cuts him off, eyes glistening softly in the fire as he stares across at the pouting vet. “I get that he doesn’t care for the goddesses. I’m not happy with it, but I can respect his opinions; they’re valid as much as mine are, and he has his reasons to feel the way he does. But some things-” The Skyloftian shakes his head fiercely, eyes going stony again. “Some things aren’t open for discussion like faith and beliefs. Hard, cold facts can’t be denied, no matter how much Legend would like to.”

There’s a bite in Sky’s voice again, and it makes him flinch back. Beneath his pelt, Four’s fingers clench his tunic, the smithy stiff as a board again. He sneaks an arm around the younger hero, squeezing gently in reassurance as he follows Sky’s gaze to the trio opposite them, where Legend is glaring at a laughing Warriors while Ravio giggles softly along, the three melting back into their seamlessly antagonistically friendly behavior around each other.

“Legend’s smart. But he’s also blind.” Sky bites out bitterly. “And it’s just gonna get him hurt.”

He’s about to ask what Sky means, but at that very moment Wild jumps up from sitting beside Time, ears pricked and eyes wide as a hoarse-shout rings from his cub’s throat. “Monster attack!”

Monsters.

The growl rumbles in his chest as he pulls himself to his feet, Four following with a groan and Sky already sprinting across the camp with the Master Sword drawn and in hand.

The monsters are on them before most of them even have a chance to draw their blades.

Mindless beasts swirl about, blocking his vision of the others as he dances through them, fending off any headed towards the suffering smithy while simultaneously trying to carve a path for himself and Four to where the others are.

“Eyes out for the black one!” Warriors voice rises over the din of blades crashing and monsters squealing, all of the playfulness of the moment before replaced with the practiced calm and clipped tones of a soldier.

“Aye Captain!” Wind shouts back, followed by Wild and Time, the only one’s accustomed to a soldier’s commands, as they thrust themselves into the battle.

The monsters swarm thicker and thicker, but in every spare second, he keeps his eyes open, searching the crowd for the black lizalfoes that’s been the source of so much of their trouble lately. Nothing can be seen save monster after monster of the normal sort, their blood streaking red across the dirt, thin and weak as bodies fall with more ease than any of their previous battles.

“These ‘blins are red blooded!” He calls out. “Keep your guards up! They strong one’s are prob’bly holdin’ back!”

The Ordon Sword sings through the air, but despite his own warning, the monsters are already starting the thin. More stream in from the forest, but they runabout wild like any old ‘blins and lizards, none of the intelligence or strength of their corrupted cousins making an appearance so often recently. The same can be said of the black lizalfoes; no one can spot it, there’s no flash of black in the crowd save for his own pelt as he spins and stabs, dancing easily along to Warriors’ side.

“Any sign?” The captain pants out, parrying an enemy blade and thrusting forwards to skewer the moblin before him.

“None.” He heaves back, raising his shield against his own opponent and pushing back against the spear that embedded it inside. “Have you seen Four? I lost him in the mob?”

The words are hardly out of his mouth before a scream, all too harsh and broken sounded across the field. “Sky!”

Midnight meets royal blue as soldier and rancher lock eyes for all of a moment before swinging out with all their might at their enemies, razing them low and clearing their vision long enough to stare over the field.

Four is clutching at his sword arm, eyes wide and staring as they looked to where Sky has been cast onto the ground a few paces away, thrown by the force of a blow that no doubt had been headed for the smithy himself. No ordinary monster could land a blow on Sky unless he was rushing to someone else’s rescue, and the guilt already filtering into the smithy’s eyes was all that is needed to confirm the thought.

The Master Sword lies on the forest floor, to far from Sky for the knight to grasp it as he pulls himself to his knees, enemies already baring down on him from all directions.

“Sky!” Twin voices shout.

Flying-Heart!!!! The Wolf screams inside of him, pushing his feet forwards to charge to Sky’s side.

Red flashes before him, swirling fabric, the color of aged blood and wine, a hood like a poe’s drawn up over a being’s head, a single blackened hand reaching out from beneath, red swirling over clawed fingers as Sky’s breath comes heaving from his lungs, side bleeding from the blow that had downed him.

A voice, neither high nor low but pitched in such a way that none could hear quite what was being said, murmurs something as the power on the blackened hand pulses.

Monsters rage around the hero and poe-like being, but none step closer to Sky, although their eyes trail to him eagerly every so often when Heroes, desperate to save their brother, aren’t hacking through their numbers.

A moblin rises before Twilight, blocking his vision for precious seconds before a roar built in his chest and his sword cleft the being in two. The second was enough though. Sky’s scream sounds over the field, harsh and grating and agonizing! The wolf throbs inside of him, tearing at the walls of his mind as he attempted to press through the creatures keeping him from his brother.

“Get back you-” Legend’s words are cut off sharply by Time’s scream of rage as the biggoron sword swings and fells three monsters at once. The Master Sword gleams in Legend’s hands as he launches himself at the being, teeth set and eyes flashing as he swings down, making the red-cape dart back as the pink-haired hero came to a halt between hero and monster, Sky’s weakening breath ringing over the field.

The vet’s eyes flash to meet his for only a moment. “Kick ass! We need to end this!”

A firm nod, the wolf is already raging inside him and he gave it full control as his blade and shield fend off and fell enemy after enemy, their screams and blood running over him like the air itself, so little he cares for them. His only job now is to beat back the monsters, give Legend space to work, keep Sky safe.

Beat the monsters.

Give Legend space to wreak havoc.

Protect Sky.

Beat the monsters.

Give Legend space to wreak havoc.

Protect Sky.

Beat the monsters.

Give Legend space to wreak havoc.

Protect Sky.

Like a dirge of war, the wolf’s thoughts swirl with his own, red clouding his vision as the Ordon Sword severs limbs and head and cleft bodies in two. Feet dance the war stomps of bloodlust as eyes flash with the golden of the wolf.

“Portal!” Wild screams over the din of the monsters falling. “Hylia’s!” His pup sounds strained, rage and terror mixing in a cocktail of fury as arrows plunge into the enemy and weapons fly loose across the Champion’s personal battle space, an area where even the monsters drew back in fear while the rest of the heroes give the youngster ample space to cause chaos.

Sure enough, the portal’s golden power is sweeping across the field, the faint brush of feathers over their cheeks and shoulders and the whisper of warmth and honey as the goddess’s strength flows over the field.

“Legend, watch out!” Hyrule’s cry cuts through, and Twilight only has enough time to see the blackened hand swing forwards and catch hold of Legend’s tunic before the golden glow of the shift swept it all away.

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One person expressed interest but I've had time to cool down so I'm going to copy-paste the rant I went on to some friends, and then just edit in some details for people who don't live in my brain.

WARNING: Contains discussion of transphobia, and also an accusation of sexual assault.

So this is about Contrapoints and PhilosophyTube.

Both are trans girls, and engage with similar topics in a similar style.

Contrapoints (Natalie Wynn) transitioned first, and then PhilosophyTube (Abigail Thorn), and then the latter started doing a similar presentation style. This is contentious, as a lot of the general breadtube fandom, but especially Wynn's, is of the opinion that Thorn is copying her, and has lifted her entire style and premise, or that they are at least a little too similar to be Just Being Inspired.

And like. Sure? Buuuuut in my personal opinion, PT does it better. And, to me at least, it sometimes feels like Contra is mostly just bitter that PT is a better educator. Not necessarily a better presenter or artist, as that part is much more subjective, but definitely a better educator.

"Her post transition name is the same as one of Contra's characters!" Abigail is a common name, it's entirely plausible she named herself after a grandmother or something. IDK I haven't researched it, but that is a reach.

(Much more concerningly, people are using one of the vague tweets as "confirmation" that one of them SAed the other. Because we didn't know if they'd dated before. Which. Holy shit, guys, think before you accuse a trans woman of something even the alleged victim is telling you didn't happen.)

So yeah, the theory is that PT Wanted To Become Contrapoints, and also that she transitioned to date her after Contra said she was a transbian.

All of this is insane but also I think Contra is annoyed that PT is better at this than she is, and also less prone to Blunders like "dressing up as a lizard person to portray the wealthy secret elite, then blocking people who point out it's antisemitism."

(That's not to say that PT hasn't had any blunders, just that they seem to be far less frequent, and she appears to be better at Acceptable Academic Hedging where you avoid generalizations that could ruin your message, or keep the topic narrow enough that the lack of something isn't a glaring exclusion, just more of a 'well, maybe she'll get to it next time.' She is also, at least as far as I can tell, much more prone to inviting other YouTubers with Expertise to contribute when she's on an unfamiliar topic, and yeah it's often just a bit of a marketing gimmick, but it helps enforce at least the appearance of reliance on a wider spectrum of views than just her own.)

The scandal Contra ACTUALLY responded to was about getting a famous trans dude to voice a line in one of her videos but Oops he's mega problematic. Aaaaaalso she has a patchy history at best with respect to Native issues. That's actually one I didn't know about before, but it puts her failure to reference the Quileute Move to Higher Ground campaign in the Twilight video (and the current best practice in Twilight fandom is very well known to be that if you do anything bigger than a couple paragraphs of wild AU or a three-panel comic, you should be linking to the fundraiser) in a new and ugly light.

Contrapoints has longer vids, but ngl I feel like she's both Saying Less in that time and also making more gaffes.

But also I get frustrated when people use the problematic aspects to argue that NOBODY should watch ANYTHING these White Leftist Ladies Say because they don't understand or address intersectionality in full.

Which is…

That is what critical thinking is for.

That's why you follow Multiple People.

Or you make posts talking about the videos with an air of "this is cool, but I think there was a missed opportunity to address XYZ" or "I like the general message, but the creator failed to talk about this glaring issue or give a reasonable excuse for not doing so" or even "this is a great starting point and it got me thinking about this tangent."

Like we can enjoy AND critique!

We can say "this is great but I think you should reach out to some black feminists if you address this topic again" instead of "these white girls shouldn't be the face of breadtube because they just talk all over us" like

Growth is good?

Encouraging growth is good?

We don't need to throw out the baby with the bathwater…

Like that was my response to the Twilight video "A lot of this is great, but I think you missed a huge issue with respect to racism in the series and how it intersects with the issues you discuss here. Also the current best practice for this fandom is to have all major derivative projects link to the Quileute fundraiser to move their town out of the encroaching flood zone" Which I guess some might view as mean, to leave a 'you should do more' on a 4hr video, but It's tonally different? I guess?

They'll have some good points. And some bad. And our job, as human adults with brains that generally work, is to think about it enough to learn and grow.

I DON'T think they're right about everything! I do think they have major blind spots with regards to Race and Religion. But like. So does everyone?

Also very 😬 is the number of people who insist on misgendering during critique.

But then I'd also say that a lot of the Bad Things are mostly just. In bad taste, or missing a topic, rather than reflective of a deeper and more complex bigotry.

I actually saw people saying not to watch them at all and it is very frustrating because that is the wrong approach to take to this sort of thing. You encourage them to grow, you discuss the failures of individual projects, you criticize directly! But to just widely dismiss people after a handful of blunders is how you strangle leftist media.

Contrapoints has regularly disappeared for an extended period and talked about the harrassment she receives online for her blunders in addition to the more generic harrassment she gets for being trans. PhilosophyTube gets a lot of shit for being trans and 'copying' Contrapoints, but she's also gotten shit for calling herself the highest profile trans woman in the UK. Which. She arguably is. Because the UK is a cesspool for trans women. But that's 'so self-aggrandizing' to say, even though the only one I can spot on a given list that is a household name is Eddie Izzard, who explicitly identifies as genderfluid, and so isn't included on the technicality. Granted, maybe I just don't know enough British celebrities, but like... the claim isn't that much of a stretch. Lindsay Ellis almost had to leave media entirely because of a poorly-managed PR fiasco where people (seemingly deliberately) misunderstood a tweet about a children's movie. Jenny Nicholson still gets shit for pointing out a male celebrity may have made some tweets about a controversial but low-stakes topic (shipping) in order to distract from a more problematic comment earlier in the day.

And yeah, they survived that, but a lot of people don't. And the more we apply that approach to minority creators--which all of the above are--the more likely we are to get someone we like caught in the crossfire. Like, do we think this approach is helping support black or brown creators? When we encourage an environment that is just as likely to get THEM hit with backlash over a different kind of fuckup?

And I don't mean 'Dave Chappelle making his entire professional personality about trans jokes,' but more like 'black British dude says 'fag' in a video, meaning a cigarette, but gets torn to shreds by an eager mob of queer youth who are more concerned about punishing mistakes than seeking growth.'

Like, I've only seen the edges of what's going on with the backlash against creators like FD Signifier or Foreign Man in a Foreign Land, but what I've seen there is a lot of the same shit.

IDK I just. I just wanted to reblog some cool gifs of Abigail Thorn, and maybe a few Natalie Wynn costumes. Why did I have to go on a blocking spree (mostly for misgendering and general transmisogyny, admittedly).

Me: wow, I'm really enjoying this YouTuber's content, I wonder if anyone is discussing it on other platforms and expanding on the issues brought up or politely going through the oversights and what could have helped round out the production!

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