#the sun thing would be a problem though. unless he's one of those vampires that sparkle

[duckapus]

AU where Meggy gets turned into a vampire and Mario gets turned into a werewolf

They were bit in completely separate incidents and are keeping it secret from everyone, including each other and the rest of the Crew.

Luigi's the only one who knows that Mario is a werewolf because he was there the night Mario got bit (well, nearly mauled to death is more accurate).

Meggy initially doesn't have anyone who knows about her being a vampire, at least until Whimpu happens to stumble across her while she's feeding.

Mario can shift voluntarily into either a very-big-but-seemingly-normal wolf form, himself with wolf features, or a big scary wolf-man form, but it takes him a while to properly figure out how both because he and Luigi have to figure it out with no help and because he's an idiot.

He's also got an uncontrollable fuckoff-Massive wolf form with a mind of its own that he turns into when there's a full moon.

He's got some wolf mannerisms now, obviously

While Meggy does have the classic vampire weaknesses, they're thankfully the manageable versions (so the sun does hurt her but sunscreen deals with it, mirrors and cameras only don't work if they have silver, needs to drink blood but can still eat normal food no problem (unless it as garlic obviously), etc.) since for plot reasons I need her to actually be able to keep it a secret.

She can shapeshift into a variety of animals, not just bats, and one form in particular makes all the shit she has to deal with now almost worth it: Vampire Squids are a thing that exists, which wouldn't matter for most vampires with how situational it would be (due to vampire squids specifically being deep sea squids) but in her case it means she gets to have her Swim Form again (though modified a bit since vampire squids have webbed tentacles with tooth-like spikes on the underside)

Also I know that vampire squids are actually octopi but let me have this

The vampire and werewolf that turned them are still at-large and causing trouble in the Mushroom Kingdom (including making more vampires and werewolves, many of which are less inclined than Meggy and Mario to not follow their new darker impulses), bringing all manner of monster hunters out of the woodwork to deal with the problem (some, like the Belmont Clan, are more competent and altruistic than others, like the Guards (because of course those two would want to get involved in the latest violent trend)), which is a large part of why the two of them are keeping themselves a secret

Another big part is of course the fact that Anti-Shroomy Exists

It also turns out that Bob was a big-name monster hunter a few hundred years ago, and shockingly he's easily the most competent of all the hunters in town, so the Bros, Meggy and Whimpu are understandably extremely wary of him right now

and as if the situation wasn't bad enough, Demon Peach has somehow managed to crawl her way out of the Creep Pit and is prowling the Kingdom (surprisingly stealthily for something of her size and disposition, I might add)

more details and (hopefully) some pictures to come in later posts

[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

3. The Idea: Coming Up With and Developing Your Idea (with examples)

Since you have decided to start writing something, I assume you already have an idea for your first fanfic in mind. Great! Write it down. Now. Do it!

It doesn’t matter how rough or elaborate your idea is, or how good it sounds written out. For now, you just want to get it out of your head so there’s space for even more ideas—because that’s what you need: more, always more.

Your original idea can be a single word or phrase, dialogue, or even a certain vibe; it’s the first conscious concept of your story, whatever that may be. You might not even end up using it in your finished draft, but that doesn’t matter again. Your idea is just the very first stone in your foundation, something you’ll build upon. The funny thing about ideas is that you can build upon them from any direction—gravity doesn’t matter. Your original idea can end up being the middle of a drabble, or the very last line of a novel-length fic. At this point, you do not need to know how the story begins or ends or what’s in the middle. You start with what you have and see where it goes.

Let’s go over some examples: 

Dialogue

My writing ideas usually start off as a line or two of dialogue. Here goes: 

“Darling, it’s not my fault that I have to alter this dress every other damn week.” (Starlit Skirts) 

This was the first thing I wrote down for this particular fic (maybe I did it at lunch. Maybe at 4 am, half asleep. But I wrote it down and here we are). In the final 2.5k words fic this line is to be found towards the middle, and I didn’t even change the original wording. 

My point is that it took only one single line to build an entire story around. The speaker, in this case, Astarion—impatient, sometimes petty vampire and certified liar—has to do something that’s not his fault…or so he says. And that’s basically the entire original idea. 

But it doesn’t end here, because now you need more ideas. In order to get to those ideas, I suggest you interrogate your original idea—ask it some questions! Keep in mind that you don’t need to find answers to your questions right away, that’s not the point. You’re brainstorming ideas, not solving problems (yet)! This might look somewhat like this:

Whose dress does Astarion have to alter every other damn week? → Considering that he’s already addressing “Darling”, it’s likely to be their dress.

If it’s not his fault that he has to alter that dress every other damn week, whose fault is it? → Why, let’s ask “Darling”, they’ll have an answer! And congrats, you’re basically forced to think of at least one more line of dialogue now. Unless “Darling” hasn’t heard him or is mute or dead or…well, would you look at that—that’s a lot of possibilities already! Let’s just assume they’re starting to banter now, though. 

If Astarion’s so annoyed with having to alter the dress, why doesn’t he let someone else do the altering? → Because he loves “Darling” and wants their dress to be perfect no matter how often he has to alter it.

Why does the dress even need this much altering, to begin with? → Hmm, maybe because Astarion knocked “Darling” up and their belly is growing faster than he can alter the dress?

…

…and that’s how you develop a 2.5k-word final draft from one single line of dialogue. As mentioned before, this line is located in the middle of the fic, so I had to fill the story in from two directions: I needed a way to get to the line in the first place (an intro, so to speak) and then resolve its premise. In fact, the entire story relies on this one line—the original idea. Without it, this story would either not work or be something entirely different. 

Phrases or single sentences

He despises you. (You, Blinding Like the Sun) 

This is the first line of my very first BG3/Astarion fic. I was brushing my teeth, thinking about the Pale Elf (as one does) and suddenly thought: What if he despises Tav (you) at the beginning of the journey? And there you have your original idea.

Let’s ask questions again: 

Why would Astarion despise Tav specifically? What did they do to him to merit his loathing? → They’re everything he isn’t. Simple as that. They’re alive, never knew hardship, and people love them for who they are. They don’t have to hide: not from the sun nor their pimp. 

One could argue that the same is true for the other companions. What makes Tav special in that regard? → Well, you see, Tav and Astarion aren’t that different after all. They’re both High Elves. They speak the same language, and probably hail from the same city. Have a similar background. Astarion is confronted with everything that was supposed to be him. 

So he despises Tav because he’s jealous? → Yes, but it gets worse because as much as he despises them, he’s—gasp!—falling for them.

What does that mean for Astarion, now that love has entered the game? → He has to confront his feelings. Which is very hard for this character in particular.

…

So, again, one short sentence set off a string of events, and at the end of it all the opening line doesn’t even ring true anymore. With 1.5k words, this piece is rather short but it did a 180° turn from start to finish. I actively wanted it to resonate with the character of Astarion, so this specific story wouldn’t quite work with any other BG3 Origin Character. There was the simplicity of “distaste” in the beginning, but—just like Astarion’s nice and simple plan—it fell apart when I let the original idea turn into an exploration of more complicated themes. 

That’s usually not something you plan from the get-go but rather ease into while you’re working on your draft. That’s why you want to keep asking questions all throughout your writing process and the more complicated your questions get, the better. “Complicated” is great for finding ideas, but “simple” is an equally great place to start. Consider that, sometimes, the easiest idea can be the most complicated and vice versa. 

The Vibe

It’s a little different when your original idea is vague, more vibe than a specific line—but not less important or good. Personally, I love this kind of original idea, because it’s deliciously ambivalent. While your original idea might be vague, it provides you with a solid framework for your work; you don’t just have an idea but a theme you can just work along.

They don’t give a shit about him. All he has to do is endure. What is one more fuck? A little more blood dripping from his hands? He’s but a whore. Why should they care? Why should he? (The Scent of Missing Buttons) 

This particular paragraph doesn’t exist in the final draft of this fic, but it’s undeniably its essence. It exists in every part of the final draft—it mirrors the beginning, middle and end. But this original idea/OG vibe still needs answers to its questions:

Who isn’t giving a shit about Astarion? → The people he had to lure back to his master? His new-found companions? Why not both? 

Does it bother him that people don’t care about him? → Why, of course, he wants people to look out for him, to care for him, to love him. And he wants to do the same for other people. But wanting and being able to do it are two very different things. Herein lies the conflict of this fic. 

How does he deal with people who eventually do care about him? → He lashes out at them because all he’s known is being a whore nobody ever cared for.

…

With this approach, you’ll have to fill the story in from all sides, while still keeping the sentiment of your original idea in mind. It’s a little tricky but having a fixed framework can be very helpful—let it guide you through your story! 

Again, these are just some options, but you can develop your story from anything, really. It doesn’t even come down to preference, but how your brain works. While ideas usually come to me in the form of dialogue, your brain might be triggered by an image or song. The sky’s the limit.

Not all initial ideas are technically good ideas, though, but every idea is a start. The important part is to grow that original idea into a coherent plot, or your chain of events—you do that by asking your questions and probing the potential of your idea. You have X and now you have to figure out what more X can be, or even if X should be something else entirely.

So even when you start with: “To Wyll, Baldur’s Gate is home and stranger at once.”, you might end up with a story about Wyll—Blade of Frontiers and disowned son of a Duke—having an identity crisis, which is probable enough. But you might also write a story about Wyll’s father who is forced to watch his son burn down all of Baldur’s Gate after Wyll deemed the city to be beyond redemption. 

What? That’s not in character for Wyll and generally a bad idea, you say? Well, maybe. If you don’t want to write that story, write a different one. But at some point in this process, you might find that your idea develops on its own. Don’t be afraid of that. We don’t want to stop the ball once it’s rolling. Now go chase after it, I’m so excited to see what you’ve come up with!  

Next: Finding Inspiration or The First Draft: Just Write.

Masterlist

[devil-doll13]

ok

thots

how would your OCs react to each other, though? I mean, we know The Organisation kinda knows about Ciarán and werewolves, not sure with Adam

but, like. Adam meeting Abby or Ciarán? Max and Abby? (dogs don't like her, right?)

Max and Adam? Max and Ciarán? Ciarán and Abby?

Zach and Jude with them non-human peeps?

(imagine The Organisation sending someone after Adam and they find him when he's with Tay... please traumatise the poor child, they already lost both parents.)

The Organisation is mostly focused on vampires, werewolves, demons and witches because those are the most prolific. You can see their entry on Lycanthropy here

Max wouldn’t be that notable to him because of the fact he isn’t that much of a standout example, and if they took individual notes on every single one it would be too much basically elfnfltwkdk

They do know about Adam, or more accurately they know the force that he’s representing, but because he can pass it on it’s more just bc he’s a vessel for it.

Long answer so under the cut:

So with Max and Abby I definitely think he’d smell something off with her, but considering he’s more of a wolf I don’t think the dog thing would apply. Dogs only hate her because they’re so influenced by humans, who are her natural enemy in a way. I think she might be too evil for him tbh, but if they were to become friends I definitely think they would be the living embodiment of this meme:

Just golden retriever w black cat energy

Max and Adam I feel would be bros… Just chilling with each other. Max may not understand 100% what his deal is but he seems harmless on the surface so why not be chill? I think they’re both probably stoners and might share some music tastes in terms of liking older rock bands.

It’s funny you should say Max and Ciarán bc I always had this concept in the back of my head of Ciarán coming to America similar to durarara’s celty… Gormlaith becoming a motorcycle and such. So they would just see each other on the empty highway and Max would end up racing this millennia old Fae w/o realising it 🤣 I think Ciarán has his playful side so it isn’t too far fetched to say smth like this would actually happen.

Adam and Abby I’ve definitely imagined meeting before. On the road, maybe hitchhiking on the same sun-baked strip of pavement. It would be an interesting conversation they’d have for sure. They’re similar but so different, I think Abby would feel some powerful energy from him and feel a little freaked out internally, while Adam would just be his chill self lol. One life, one death, both inhuman anomalies. Also the living embodiment of above meme.

Abby and Ciarán have the same problems as Max and Ciarán do in which it’s very unlikely that they’d actually meet… But let’s just say they do. They both give off that same cold, deathly aura but are very different in terms of what they are. I can imagine Abby maybe sighting him around an old cemetery at night, but I don’t think she’d be eager to meet him. She tends to be wary of mysterious entities that may be more powerful/older than her unless she’s summoning a demon or something. He’d probably not be too interested in her since he tends to favour those with more… lively qualities.

Fairly predictable that Zach and Jude are going to be antagonistic towards my slasher OCs 😬 It’s just the order of things. Once they find out that the people they’re talking to are werewolves/vessels for gods etc. it’s not going to end well. Jude is maybe the only one I could see having second thoughts about killing, say, Max because he’s mostly harmless outside of what is basically vigilante activity, but Zach is much harder to sway after all he’s experienced.

The Org going after Adam and Tay ekdndlrn… I feel like Adam is definitely preparing them to become the next vessel so if anything happens to him, they’ll end up taking it on. I think he’s a little too much for the Organisation to handle though, so no worries 😇

[avastyetwats]

Flint heard the mental thank you from Charles, but he didn't respond to it just yet. No. He wouldn't let his guard down or get his hopes up until he knew for sure Charles was alright and that his arm was completely healed. Another advantage to being a vampire? Healing properties. The ability to heal quickly - far faster than a normal human - and the ability to heal another with your blood. All vampires possessed it and so far, Flint has used it twice with Charles. Even after his arm had fully healed, Flint didn't withdraw his wrist just yet. He figured a little extra wouldn't hurt. It would help return his strength and even relax him, unlike earlier when it aroused him, but this was for an entirely different purpose. He couldn't help but smirk when Charles hugged around his arm, likely a comfort thing, as he continued to nurse and he let him.

He let him drink until he had his feel. Until he was content and okay enough to pull back. He sighed in relief watching him move his arm, as though nothing had even happened to it. There were no scars, no bruises, no burns - nothing. Flint pulled his arm back once Charles let him go and he wiped the blood that slid down his arm and had been about to turn to check on Gates when Charles shifted on the couch. "What are you doing, Charles? You're not going anywhere. You need to--" His words were cut short when he was suddenly pulled onto the couch, quite easily thanks to Charles's strength, and before he could protest or question it, the other was partially climbing into his lap and... clinging to him. And he didn't stop there. He grabbed his hand and pulled his wrist back to his mouth as though about to drink again, but instead he licked over the fang marks until they faded and it made him chuckle. "Thanks." Although he really didn't mind having those marks in his skin. But they could always create fresh ones later.

He relaxed back into the couch, figuring he had some time to sit here with Charles before he had to really clean up that mess. The mess Gates was standing in front of, one hand on his hip and the other scratching the back of his head as though trying to figure out how he was going to clean this up. Then there was Charles whom he could feel was relaxed and content, though Flint felt like he had a question that he wasn't sure if he should ask, but instead of asking, he apologized. Well, fuck. Flint felt even worse now. Why was he apologizing? "Can't think of anything you have to apologize for." He tells him, brows furrowed. "Unless you're apologizing for knocking over my drink during our last fight in Nassau." He teased, trying to lighten the mood and convey that Charles really had nothing to apologize for. Did he mean walking into the sun? He shook his head. "Don't be. It..." He sighs. "It's not something I was able to accept either... when I found out." He wraps an arm around him, pulling him close. "I walked outside, burned myself, was healed and then I went back out there just... just to make sure," He scoffs, shaking his head at his own idiocy. "I refused to accept it. Though maybe I just imagined it, but I didn't. It took me two agonizing times to believe it." He chuckles, even though he didn't have that problem more. He was one of the rare vampires that could withstand the sun's deadly power. He started to stroke Charles's head again, even gently guiding him down to let him rest his head in his lap.

Charles was a handful whether he was human or vampire. He knew that. He was a lot to handle. Flint was handling this mess perfectly. He wasn’t yelling at him or calling him names for the way he’d flown off the handle. Maybe he realized he’d hurt him before. That was his first time with a man since his youth, at least anyone having him in that way, and it was a big deal for him. Of course, James didn’t know that.. but a first time as a vampire should also be special.

He continued to nurse from him. The more blood he drank, the better he felt, and the way his maker was treating him was soothing. The petting was calming, as were the words, eyes opening briefly until they fell closed again. It was deja vu as he curled an arm around Flint’s and hugged it to him just as he had when he was making him. There was a quiet thank you in his mind as he continued to slowly pull blood from him, the speed at which he drank and suckled coming to a slower pace. His arm had mended. He couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to have your entire body experience the sun’s wrath.

He continued to slowly nurse like a child to its mother’s breast until finally the slow drinking came to a stop and he withdrew his fangs. He took a slow and shaky breath, again looking at his arm. No bone, not now. It was normal. Even though he was done he hadn’t let go of his arm. In fact, out of anything he could possibly want right now, he simply wanted to be held. So he sat up to give Flint room on the couch, using his strength to pull him onto it easily with a tug. Once he was there, he crawled partially in his lap and went to hugging on that arm again. That was better. He slowly licked at his open wound, closing it just how Flint had closed his earlier. He wanted to ask who Thomas was, but asking questions had left him dumped on the cold floor earlier. So instead, he nuzzled affectionately into his wrist, just smelling him and grounding himself against his body. Softly he whispered. “ I’m sorry. “

[aroaceleovaldez]

Okay originally I made this as a random draft but APPARENTLY it’s relevant, so: Listen. I know everyone automatically makes Nico the vampire but HEAR ME OUT. He doesn’t have vampire energy. He has werewolf energy (so does Jason but that’s a given). You know who has vampire energy? Will Solace. He’d also be the perfect vampire. He’s a medic. He has convenient regular and question-free access to blood. He is probably randomly covered in blood often anyways. Nobody would suspect him.

[hiddens-eden]

The Last Tune (Emmett Cullen x Male!Reader) Pt 1

Paring; Emmett Cullen x Male Reader + Cullen Family x Male Reader (PLATONIC)

Warning: Cursing, Abuse, Tramua, Angst

Pronouns; He/Him

Spelling checked; No

Summary; Y/N is a quiet boy that's had his fair share of physical and emotional trauma, so he loves to keep to himself. He barely interacts with anyone unless needed and prefers to listen to music and sketch in peace. So imagine his surprise when some of the most popular kids in school want to be around him! They heard him singing along with his music and were immediately entranced. One of them in particular has his eyes set on him. Though, they are not the only ones who have an interest in Y/N.

A/N; Hello, my little Otaku's! Welcome to my first fic! I hope you enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated! Just be kind! I'm sorry if it seems at all rushed! On my next stories I do plan on switching PoV's so it'll be easier to write and more entertaining. Enjoy!

"Who are they?"a dark haired girl asked her friend that was sitting just across from their lunch table

"Those are some of the most popular people in school, the Cullen's. Not only are they hot as hell, but they're charming to boot! They do disappear for long periods of time, which gives them an air of mystery."

At the Cullen's table, they softly chuckled at the description the new girl was given. After all, it's only natural considering what they are. They are a being talked about in many fantasy tales. Known for their taste for blood. Vampires, a creature of the night that feasts on humans. However, they in particular don't drink human blood

They went back to softly talking to each other, but a few minutes later something caught their attention. A soft voice echoed in their eardrums. It was enchanting and beautiful, it was like nothing they've ever heard of. They all simultaneously started looking around for the source of the pleasant sound when the new girl asked about someone else.

"Who is that?" she asked, pointing to a table where a boy sat by himself

"Oh! That's (Y/N), (L/N)! He doesn't talk much, but when he does, you can't help but feel so tranquil and at peace!"

That caught the vampire's attention, and they whipped their heads to where the brunette was pointing. Noticing that that was where the sound is coming from.

"What do you mean?"

"His voice is so soft, like silk! But it has a sort of firmness to it! That's not the only thing, though. He is so kind, adorable, and smart as well! He even helps who ask for him to tutor them. His personality makes everyone want to be around him!"

That rose some questions in the vampires heads. If he is that well-liked, why is no one sitting near him?

"Then why is he alone?"

~The vampires will have to thank the new girl for asking so many questions~

"Well, whenever people come near him, he gets anxious and tries to get away as soon as possible. Someone grabbed him on accident, and he started having a panic attack, falling to the ground, and hyperventilating."

The Cullen's were a little shocked when they heard this. That wasn't normal for sure

"Holy shit. Was he okay?"

"Yeah, he was sent home early. But, some students saw his face as he was leaving and said that he looked terrified. We think something is going on where he lives, though we can't know for sure" she shrugged

"Once he came to school the next day, he was wearing long-sleeves. I thought it was weird considering he never wore them before, but the rest of the school shrugged it off as it being in the winter months making it reasonable. The person apologized the next day and (Y/N) just said it was fine, and he just likes being alone, so now that's what we do"

Right when the girl finished, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Making everyone get up and start to throw away their trash and head to class. All except one person...

"I don't think he heard the bell" Emmett said

"Gee, none of us would've guessed!" Rosalie responded, causing the other Cullen's to chuckle

Suddenly, Jasper's sight shifted to his wife Alice because he felt her stiffening up, a tell-tale sign of her power activating. The other vampires looked at her as well, waiting for her to relay what she saw. After a little bit she came to and, slowly, turned to Emmett grinning

"Emmett, why don't you go over and tell him class is about to start? Maybe even ask him to tutor you! We all know you need it." she remarked, still grinning

Starting to understand why she was acting like the way she was, Emmett sighed, wanting to protest, but he knew Alice's visions almost always came true, or they would end at the same conclusion.

He made his way over to where the boy was sitting

"Remember not to grab him!" Alice semi-shouted from where she was standing

Emmett waved her off, still approaching (Y/N)

He gently tapped (Y/N)'s shoulder, making the smaller boy jump in surprise and what Emmett can only assume is fear

(Y/N) turned his head around fast enough to give him whiplash and that's when he met the golden eyes of the person that startled him

He took his earbud out before speaking, "I-Is there s-something I can do for you?" (Y/N) asked shakily

Emmett stood there for a moment. He had never seen someone so hot and cute at the same time. The girl was right, too. His voice is the embodiment of angelic. Emmett took this chance to take in all the boys features, from his soft (S/C) skin that reflected the light of the cafeteria. To his intoxicating (E/C) eyes that he could get lost in over and over again. Emmett felt a small pull to (Y/N), and he knew exactly what it meant.

“H-hello? Are you alright?” (Y/N) asked

“I-I um…class is about to start…”

(Y/N) looked at the time and blushed

“So it is…” (Y/N) stood up and started collecting his things “T-thanks for letting me know” (Y/N) stood to leave but was stopped as Emmett stood in front of him

“I was wondering if you could help me study for chemistry? I’m currently failing” Emmett chuckled, rubbing the back of his head

"I-I don't mind, where should we meet?"

"How about the Library after school?"

(Y/N) smiled the slightest bit "Sounds good, now if you don't mind I need to get to class" and with that (Y/N) left the cafeteria heading to his next class. Emmett slowly rejoined his family, still in awe from the recent interaction.

Jasper grinned from the emotions Emmett was emulating

"It seems Emmett is very interested in that guy"

"Hell yeah I am! Did you see him?!"

"We did" Edward answered him, "But"

"But what?" Emmett asked

"I can't read his mind, same with the new girl"

"Does that mean they're a supernatural?" Rosalie asked

"No, they aren't. The new girl is a weird case, but (Y/N) seems to just have fantastic mental walls and barriers. Which is concerning..."

"Then I'll have to break them" Emmett smirked

The rest of the Cullen's let out a collective sigh as they made their way to their respective classes. Still wondering what was going on with the mysterious (Y/N).

The final bell rang, indicating the end of the school day. Students started to funnel out of their classes and into the hallways. Emmett was waiting outside (Y/N)'s classroom, ready to head to the library.

After waiting awhile of waiting, (Y/N) came out of the classroom books and binder in hand

"Hey"

(Y/N) jumped and turned around to see Emmett, a look of relief claimed his face

"You ready to go?"

"Y-yeah"

As they made their way to the library, they made some just talked about their interests and things of that nature, eventually arriving at their destination. After they settled in their seats with the necessary books, they started the study session.

Emmett found it cute, they way (Y/N) would nervously try and help him understand the complex formula's and equations. After a few explanations, (Y/N) sat down and started to work on his homework. Unconsciously, (Y/N) started to sing to himself, making Emmett perk up and look at him.

"You're a good singer"

(Y/N) blushed, "Thanks...but others don't think so..."

"Are you kidding me?!" Emmett stood up, causing (Y/N) to jump a little, "Your voice is amazing!"

(Y/N) blushed at the praise he was given. He'd never been complimented before, so this was new to him.

"Thank you" (Y/N) smiled, making Emmett's cold and dead heart swell with something he's never felt before

"N-no problem" Emmett said before sitting down, and starting to work again, still thinking of that cute-ass smile

Soon, the sun started to set and that was their cue to wrap things up.

"Could you tutor me again tomorrow? If you're free, that is" Emmett asked

"Sure, I should be open. Meet here after school?"

"Deal"

"Then I'll see you tomorrow" (Y/N) smiled at Emmett before walking to his place

To say Emmett was giddy is an understatement. He was over the moon. Not only did he get to be tutored by his adorable mate, but he also got him to open up and be more relaxed around him! He made his way back to his own house and entered with his head still stuck in the clouds. Unaware of the fact that the whole family was sitting in the living room

"It seems that Emmett had an amazing time" Jasper couldn't help but let out his own smile from Emmett's emotions

"Something good happen, Emmett?" Carlisle asked, intrigued by Jasper's comment

"I think he's the one"

"The One?" Esme questioned

Alice snickered, clearly happy that her vision seemed to have came true

"My mate" Emmett replied, still thinking about the fun time he had studying with (Y/N)

"Congrats!! But, make sure you claim him before anyone else!" Esme explained

"He's not an object, Esme" Carlisle chastised

"I know, but humans may not understand their feelings"

"I just have to take things slow. I don't want to scare him off"

~Next Day at School~

"Hey (Y/N)!"

"Hmm? Oh, hey Emmett!" (Y/N) smiled sweetly

As Emmett got closer to (Y/N) he noticed a very distinct smell coming from the boy. "(Y/N) are you alright?" he asked concern lacing his voice

(Y/N) visibly tensed and started to shake slightly. "U-um ye-yeah? I'm f-fine"

Emmett was less than convinced. He needed to know who or what hurt his mate, so he could end it's pitiful existence, then and there. Though, he decided not to add anymore fuel to the fire...yet.

"If you say so. We should head to to class"

"Yeah"

"Are we still on for tonight?"

"If you still want to, then yes" (Y/N) smiled at Emmett causing him to absolutely gush at his adorableness

"Yep! Totally!" (Y/N) chuckled at Emmett's response

While heading to class they just talked about whatever was on their minds. Well, mostly Emmett since (Y/N) is a closed off little bean <3. But, that didn't stop either of them from enjoying themselves. Even once they where in class they softly whispered to each other. Their teacher didn't care much because (Y/N) is a model student and Emmett is a popular kid (you know those teachers that try and get in with the cool kids? Yeah, that's their teacher). When they went their seperate way's for their second block (Y/N) though that was it, like all of the other people he's tutored. He just thought Emmett was being kind and he'd see him after school for their study session. But he was proven wrong at lunchtime.

(Y/N) was eating by himself at a table listening to music and singing along softly when he felt vibrations coming from next to him. He looked over to not only see Emmett, but the whole Cullen entourage in tow. He was shocked to say the very least.

"Can we sit here?"

Collecting himself he responded with a soft "Yeah". The Cullen's then sat down, Emmett sitting on your right and Alice on your left. She squealed and looked twoards you "I've wanted to actually talk to you for a while now! Emmett talks about you and your singing too! I hope I can hear you one day!" This, this was how (Y/N).exe has stopped working. You where an embarassed blushing mess while looking at Emmett in mock betrayal. 'He talks about me?' you thought. He just smirked enjoying your cuteness.

"Ahh!!! He's soo adorable!!" Now you were a even darker red. Only provoking Alice more as she got slightly closer to you. You were about to curl in on yourself when you felt that you were being griped by the waist and pulled into a solid chest.

"Alice, your going to make him explode" Emmett said slightly, just slightly defensive

She laughed "My my what about you then?"

"What do you mean?"

"Look down, bonehead" Rosalie butted in amused

Emmett did what she said and saw you an absolute wreck. If a cherry was a person it would be you at this point-

Now he was trying to compose himself. The sight of both of you made everyone at the table start chuckling. After that whole fiasco you got to know Emmett's family and started to enjoy their presence. Something you never really had the pleasure of experiencing...

Over the next few weeks, Emmett did everything he could to be even remotely close to (Y/N). They would do studying sessions at the library, and after they would get something to eat. Well, only (Y/N) did. He thought it was weird Emmett never ate anything, but Emmett assured (Y/N) that he was eating well. They would often go to parks and just have fun too. However, all fun things come to an end. When one day (Y/N) didn't show up to school. Emmett just thought (Y/N) got a cold, but soon days turned to weeks and he was getting worried. He didn't know where (Y/N) lived so he couldn't go to his house and see if he was alright, but one day Carlise came home a little later than usual which was not unnoticed by his family.

"You're back late" Esme commented

"Well there is a teenager in critical condition. He came in with severe lacerations all over his body and what seemed to be marks of repeated tramua as well. He came in a couple of weeks ago and was in a coma until he flatlined earlier this morning" Carlise took off his doctor coat and placed it on the chair making his way to Esme. As he stood next to her he looked over to see his "children" with wide eyes

"Is something wrong?" Carlise asked a bit worried

"When did that patient come into the hospital?" Emmett asked urgently

"(Date). Why?"

With that all of the vampires stood up and started to get ready to go to the hospital

"What's wrong? Where are you guys going?" Esme asked

"That's most likely my mate" Emmett replied, making it clear he was irritated

"Well then what are we waiting for?" Esme rushed everyone out the door and to the hospital

At the hospital, they made their way to the room (Y/N) was at. Once there, Carlisle motioned for Emmett to enter first. Emmett went in and was shocked by what he saw. (Y/N) had many tubes attached to him. His body was wrapped in bandages and his breathing was hitching. Emmett walked over to the resting (Y/N) and reached out for his hand, grasping it softly. He rubbed his thumb over the boy's knuckles in a reassuring manner, then sat down next to the bed, still holding (Y/N)'s hand. He could only think about how much he failed his mate. How could he let this happen? He knew there was something going on, but he did nothing? He turned a blind eye to it all. How can he face (Y/N) when he wakes up? Emmett's thoughts were interrupted by someone's voice

"Who are you?"

"I should be asking you that" Emmett replied

"I'm (Y/N)'s boyfriend"

With that, Emmett's world stopped. Boyfriend? How? Why? Was I to late? Emmett turned to (Y/N) conflicted, but that's when he saw the heart monitor. His heart rate was not that high a while ago.

"Can you leave me with my boyfriend?" (B/F/N) asked harshly

Emmett reluctantly stood up and made his way to the door, but not before taking one last look at (Y/N). Once he was out of the room, Emmett started walking down the hallway back to his family.

"Who was that guy that went in there?" Rosalie went up to Emmett

"Apparently, he's (Y/N)'s boyfriend"

The Cullen's looked at Emmett in sadness and pity, but they noticed something

"You don't seem that bothered about it" Jasper said

"Well, before he came in, (Y/N)'s heart rate was normal, but when he spoke his heart rate rose"

"So, you think-"

"Yeah, his 'boyfriend' must've done that to him"

"That's awful" Esme covered her mouth in shock

"We can't really do anything if we don't have proof though" Alice said irritated

"Then we'll just have to get some" Emmett smirked, making the other Cullen's nod

They made their plan's and put them on hold until you were sent home. In the meantime, Emmett came to visit whenever your 'boyfriend' was never there and if he was, Carlisle was keeping a closer eye on you than normal. He also noticed that (B/F/N) would only ever sit in the chair across the room and when he would glance at you a look of disgust would be present on his face. This further solidified his resolve to get you out of that situation.

~A few days later while Emmett is visiting you~

"We're going to help you (Y/N), Everything will be better soon" Emmett reassured the sleeping male whilst holding his hand. He then felt (Y/N) clench his hand and looked up to see those beautiful (E/C) orbs opening

"Em-"

"Shh, don't strain yourself yet" Emmett stood up and pressed the 'call' button just above (Y/N)'s head before sitting back down

"Where-"

"The hospital...can you tell me what happened to you?"

After a brief pause, (Y/N) shook his ever so slightly

"That's fine, just tell me when you're ready" Emmett smiled sweetly. He saw (Y/N)'s face contort into sadness as he started crying. "I-I'm sorry f-for worrying you" (Y/N) choked out between sobs. Emmett couldn't see him cry like this, so he started to comfort and reassure the other male. "You'll be okay...I won't let you get hurt anymore..."

A/N: I really hope you liked it! Please tell me your thoughts! Sorry it took way longer than I said! I will now be working on the requests I have gotten and a new series I've conjured up ;)By my little Otaku's!!

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

I know you’ve talked about how all the Cullen pairings are eventually going to implode - glad someone said it - but I was wondering if you wanted to talk a little bit about what you think Meyer INTENDED with the pairings - tropes and whatnot? And what you think would have to change in her narrative to make what was intended what we actually saw on the page? Or — what do you think each cullens’ Perfect Spouse would actually look like?

Anon is referring to this post.

And well, you've certainly given me quite the challenge.

Some Musing Ramblings Before We Begin

Sort of like asking me to make Dramione work, I'm not sure I'm the person to ask this. Anyone who reads my work knows that... well, that's a lie, every story I secretly write is a love story. But it's not Twilight in any way shape or form.

Twilight simply isn't a story I would set out to write. This isn't a good thing or a bad thing, it just is, which means that asking me to make Twilight work the way Meyer intended is probably not your best bet.

But I'll try regardless, it's what we're here for.

Bella/Edward

Meyer intended Bella Swan and Edward Cullen to be the best and brightest of all the pairings in Twilight. They have the love and devotion of Carlisle and Esme, the physicality and sexual attraction of Rosalie and Emmett, and are such a grand love that even depressed Marcus takes note. This is the love story that drives the entire series.

Edward is an improvement upon Carlisle, a Carlisle with even better control, and the most beautiful man you ever did see. He's also a gentleman, a man of his time and from an era where chivalry was alive and men courted women. Bella is one of those disturbingly altruistic people who makes you feel bad about yourself just by being in the same room. She's incredibly selfless, kind, and also quite brave.

Together, despite their ups and downs and the many obstacles in their way, they're disgustingly perfect.

However, that's not what we get. On Edward's end he's... Edward about loving Bella. On Bella's end, she has no idea who Edward even is but she does know he's beautiful and special.

And to get what Meyer actually wanted... Christ, Anon, I'll try.

So, the first problem, if Edward was truly a good person then Twilight would never happen.

Edward would have his first day of Biology, miraculously maintain control, and flee to Alaska as he does in canon. However, he would not return. Edward in canon returns due to his budding obsession as well as his wounded pride, in fleeing Forks he feels he has lost to Bella. When Carlisle later points out that a girl's life is on the line, that Edward is foolishly endangering this girl solely for his ego, Edward refuses to acknowledge this.

A good man would never have returned from Alaska, the Cullens would have moved in short order, and Bella may or may not have died in a parking lot or in Port Angeles.

That said, what if Bella is not, in fact, Edward's singer? Then there's not this constant debate of him eating her or his creepy, budding, obsession with his personal brand of heroin.

Well, the trouble with that is that Edward would then never notice her. Even were Edward not a colossal dismissive dick, required per this ask, Bella is one mortal out of many and someone he shouldn't grow close to. Associating with her just exposes her to unnecessary danger from him and his family. Edward is a guest in our world, nothing more, and a kind Edward might chit chat with her in Biology but even if he had a growing crush he'd keep his distance.

As he tried and failed to do in canon, actually.

Basically, change Edward alone, and it's not enough. The Edward Meyer wanted would never get together with Bella. At least, not without a lot of AU-sauce.

But let's look at Bella for a moment. Bella's character also has to be entirely stripped down. The Bella of the books is extremely depressed and her infatuation with Edward is fueled in part because of this. Edward's obsession with her gives her worth.

Obviously, in this new and improved edition of Twilight, Bella can't use either Edward or Jacob for validation. She has to be able to stand on her own two legs. If she does use either for validation, then the relationship must come to an end, as she and her significant other realize just what it is Bella's doing.

The trouble is, what does this not-depressed Bella have to fall in love with? Yes, Edward's beautiful, and that certainly goes a long way, but in canon he's a dick. Bella even thinks to herself that he's a complete dick (even when he's trying to be charming). Luckily for Edward she later decides that this is cryptic and therefore appealing.

Well, in AU land, Edward might be so damn charming that Bella likes him anyway but we come back to Edward keeping her at a polite distance.

So, what we need is a terrifying villain. Let's call him Angelus (though per Twilight this would probably be James). Angelus is a vampire that will force Edward's hand. For whatever reason, he decides to torment and ruin Bella's life, ending the hunt in either eating her or turning her into his bride. Angelus' existence forces Bella to be in the know and for Edward to have to take extreme action.

The pair become closer, grow through undoubtedly horrific trauma, and through said trauma Bella understands not only the pros of being a vampire but the terrifying cons.

Basically, it'd be this story. Just replace the name "Carlisle" with Edward and "Edward" with James.

Alice/Jasper

Alice and Jasper are supposed to have this ineffable, mystic, connection where they're together because... Alice saw them together. And in a way, that's true, but it's supposed to be a thing of beauty, soulmates if there ever were any, and instead it's this dumpster fire with nothing holding them together.

This one's easier in a way, well, sort of. Alice would have to be a completely different character and we'd have to see a lot more of Jasper.

Alice has a bad habit of treating those around her, even those she loves, as chess pieces. She'll put them in significant danger, court their misery, so long as it gets her the future she wants.

And she's extremely controlling.

Right away in the opening of Midnight Sun we see this and how it affects her and Jasper's relationship. The novel opens with Alice hovering, scanning the future for Japser fucking up, while Jasper just sits there in misery. Due to her obsession on making sure Jasper doesn't eat students, she actually misses Edward's plan to massacre Biology and his many plans to eat Bella Swan.

Even if she wasn't, this isn't good for anyone to live with. Jasper has very little concept of free will, whatever happens to him, whatever he'll do, Alice tells him and the worst possible option is always on the table.

For Jasper/Alice to work either Alice's gift needs to go (and that's... sort of all Alice is) or she has to tell no one any vision ever unless under extreme circumstances.

Which would be devastating for Alice. Rather than this mostly well-adjusted, perky, girl, Alice would be crippled by her gift. The weight of the world, everyone's free will, rests on her shoulders and she has to constantly avoid temptation to simply pick everyone's future for them.

Without the attitude Alice has in canon, I think she'd go mad with such a gift, or else be consumed by the responsibility of it.

Then we get to the mess that is Jasper. Jasper's complicated, and I don't want to get into it here, but his love story would have to be... too large to be put to the side like that. The redemption he'd need is not one that can be shoved into a few paragraphs told to Bella, it's frankly the kind of story that would drive an ordinary story.

So we'd have to see a lot of Jasper and Nouveau Alice. Which, of course, detracts from Bella/Edward which is the main point of the story.

Honestly, I take it back, there's no salvaging this relationship. They would have to be completely different people to the point where they're entirely different characters wearing nametags 'Alice' and 'Jasper'. Alice couldn't have her gift, which informs her entire character, and we'd have to see way too much of Jasper who is ultimately a tertiary character.

Carlisle/Esme

Thoughts on Carlisle/Esme.

Carlisle and Esme is a very 'spiritual' relationship per Meyer. They're... mom-bot and dad-bot. Alright, fine, they're the perfect parents with this deep love for each other and a very parental bond with Edward especially. It's the relationship Edward admires the most in his paired off family.

I don't even know how to fix this one.

Again, they'd have to be such different people. The trouble with Esme and Carlisle is that they share no values and are plagued by massive miscommunication. The Carlisle who is perfect for Esme... No, wait, this Carlisle is perfect for her, but that's because she's in Esme Land.

The Carlisle that would be perfect for a grounded Esme is not the one that exists. She'd want someone who would always put the family first, who would treasure her above all other things, that's not Carlisle.

Carlisle, similarly, would want someone that truly shares his ideals. That's not Esme.

So, we're back to nametag land, because one or both have to completely change for this to work. (Not to mention that Esme's probably not supposed to be Esme).

So, I've got nothing for this.

Rosalie/Emmett

I actually think these two are what Meyer intended. They love each other but are mostly held together by attraction. They're a very physical couple and good for the most part but inherently lesser than Bella/Edward.

Sure, I'd argue that they're the most put together couple in the house, but I think they're meant to have flaws. They work well together, but every other relationship in the Cullens has to be a step up or at least have something more to it.

Something Edward and Bella can be better than.

Conclusion

Dear god. Did I only manage to somewhat address Bella/Edward? Was that it? This was worse than I thought.

[riotwritesthings]

I'll cave in (whenever you see fit)

A BIG BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! to @warmachinesocks​

thanks for being you that’s big sexie of you. Here’s a thing.

Winteriron, M, 5k - Vampire!Bucky, human!Tony, an abduction, a rescue, and some dry humping

Bucky knows better than to get involved with a mortal, and he pays the price when Hydra kidnaps his boyfriend. Tony is human, he's questionably in distress, and he is Handling It. (minor violence, surprisingly soft all things considered.)

~~~

Bucky should have known this would happen. Fuck, he should have known.

An immortal should never get involved with a human, that’s rule fucking one because it never ends well for anyone.

Especially not for the human.

But he’s selfish, so fucking selfish, and the first time Tony smiled up at him, open and happy, Bucky knew he was doomed.

He knows something is wrong the second pushes the door open to find the basement apartment completely dark. The only light is the weak streetlight pouring in through the one tiny window, near the ceiling in the kitchen.

Even in the dark, Bucky can easily tell that the place has been trashed, though it is only a subtle difference from the organized chaos Tony usually keeps his workspace in.

The apartment is too quiet, too still, and he knows instantly.

Bucky fucked up. Badly.

Because it had been entirely too easy to get used to the warmth of Tony’s smile, of his skin, the way he so easily made a space for Bucky in his life.

It had been so easy to let himself get comfortable in Tony’s weird basement apartment that’s half home and half machine shop, perfectly Tony. The way the apartment is brightly lit with industrial lights at all hours of the day and night so Tony can see whatever brilliant new invention he’s working on next.

Bucky never had a chance at not getting attached, because in all his years he’s never met anyone like Tony.

Tony is perfect, and brilliant, left with nothing after his father's company was stolen out from under him and Tony just built himself a new life, tries to help wherever he can. He keeps erratic hours and never minds that Bucky comes and goes at all hours of the night, that Bucky can't go out in the daylight.

Bucky hasn’t been in the sun in nearly a thousand years, but with Tony in his arms, so warm and bright and alive, he could almost remember what it felt like.

And now Tony has been taken.

Bucky knew who was responsible even before he found the symbol burned into the wall. It’s Hydra. Of course it is, and those bastards won’t care that he’s human, that he never should have been involved in any of this, all they’ll care about is hurting Bucky as much as they can.

And they picked exactly the right target.

Hydra has been after him for nearly as long as Bucky has been not-alive, determined to wipe out all vampires at any cost. Even once the war was over, even after all the other hunter’s guilds signed the peace treaty, Hydra refused to give up their mission and for some reason they’ve taken a personal vendetta against Bucky. Probably because he’s evaded them so many times.

And now they have Tony.

The thing is that Bucky hasn't really known Tony that long, not even by human standards, but he is completely, irretrievably in love. He’s ready to burn the whole world down to get Tony back, even if Tony never forgives him for it.

But he’s not going to be able to find where Tony is being held, not on his own. Not in time.

The downside to immortal friends though, is that Bucky hasn’t actually seen any of them in years, because what’s a couple decades between centuries old beings? Steve is back in Europe for a while, working on his painting, and Bucky hasn’t seen Natalia in nearly fifty years now, which means she probably won’t turn back up for another fifty.

There is one more option, Bucky is just less than thrilled about it.

It’s no secret that the other hunter’s guilds don’t approve of Hydra’s methods, the amount of collateral damage they leave in their wake. The lengths they’re willing to go to.

Like kidnapping innocent humans.

It’s definitely still a stretch to hope they’ll be willing to help someone like Bucky find Hydra, but he has to try.

And he does have one idea of where to start.

Bucky and Sam don’t like each other very much, and that’s been the standing opinion for the last decade. Which for a hunter and vampire, is basically a lifelong friendship.

It’s at least enough that Bucky can show up at Sam’s door without immediately getting himself staked.

The door flies open and Bucky blinks, because it never fails to surprise him how old Sam has gotten. Every time, Bucky is a little bit expecting Sam-as-he-met-him, still a kid, on his first hunt and clearly terrified but so determined to save the world, so idealistic. And now he’s so jaded, older and tired and it’s just one more reminder of just how badly Bucky has fucked up.

Tony is going to go cold and tired and it will be all Bucky’s fault.

“You’re here about Hydra,” Sam says flatly, no preamble, and at least that answers Bucky’s question about whether or not Sam even knows that Hydra is setting up camp in his territory.

"Tell me where they are," Bucky demands, resisting the urge to flash his fangs just yet because he's not here to threaten answers out of anyone. Not unless he has to.

Although he doesn't find it encouraging that Sam doesn't answer, just clenches his jaw and swings the door open a little wider, letting Bucky see that the extra heartbeat he hears belongs to Clint. Standing in the hallway with a crossbow in hand.

Bucky lets his lip curl up a little, because apparently this is going to be that kind of conversation.

“What do they have against you, anyways?" Clint asks conversationally, like he's not holding a loaded weapon with an expression that says he'd really like to use it. "Seems very personal at this point."

“What, you want the entire list?” Bucky snaps and finds that he is more than willing to give the whole sordid story if that's what it takes.

But he doesn't have the time for that, Tony doesn't have the time.

Instead he grits his teeth and demands “Tell me where they would take a human hostage."

It has the desired effect, both of the hunters tense and Clint’s eyes go wide, and maybe now they’ll realize that this isn’t about him.

The only thing that matters is Tony, and Bucky doesn’t even care that he’s not just admitting to that weakness, he’s basically screaming it from the rooftops by telling them. Doesn’t care that Sam’s eyes narrow in painful understanding.

“We can’t tell you that,” Sam says and he really does sound regretful, but Bucky snarls because that is not what he wants to hear. “Even if we don’t agree with what they’ve done, they’re still—“

“If you don’t tell me, I will kill you,” Bucky interrupts, his voice low and harsh and it’s gratifying to hear the spike in heart rates, it means he still has a chance of convincing them, whether by threat or force.

“Barnes—“ Sam tries to interrupt, but Bucky doesn’t have time for this.

“And then I’ll find out where he is anyways,” Bucky promises, “the only thing you’ll accomplish is slowing me down.”

“You wouldn’t,” Clint says, but he doesn’t sound sure and his grip on the crossbow is white-knuckled, “you’ll start a war you can never come back from.”

“Try me,” Bucky hisses, flashes his teeth and lets his eyes flare. He wants them to know how deadly serious he is.

Clint raises his crossbow, but Sam sighs.

“In the old warehouse district,” Sam says, shoulders tight with anger and fear, “on the far west edge of the city.”

“You’ll regret this,” Clint calls after him as he stalks away, but Bucky knows that he won’t.

Not if he can just get to Tony in time. Nothing matters beyond making sure his selfishness doesn’t get Tony killed. He doesn’t care what it costs, Bucky is more than willing to leave everything and go on the run again, all he cares about is making sure Tony is alive to hate him.

Sam’s information is good, so at least Bucky won’t have to go back when he’s done here.

He’s been dealing with Hydra for centuries now, and Bucky can easily identify the abandoned factory as a Hydra base. It’s the new bars over the windows, the reinforced doors, the impression of movement just below the surface of the dilapidated building.

He only has a couple hours before the sun comes up, and then he’ll be trapped in the building with who knows how many Hydra hunters. He has to find Tony and get out as quickly as possible.

He has to make sure that at least gets Tony out.

Hydra are still setting up their bases more or less the same way they always have, the same holes in security, and getting into the building is easy. Finding the makeshift holding cells is even easier, on the south-most side of the building, but the problem is that all of the cells are empty.

The entire wing of the factory seems to be empty and there’s fresh blood splattered across the walls and the floor, still wet and shining in the fluorescent lights.

The building is too filled with the smell of mold and decay for him to tell whose blood it is, for him to have a hope of picking out the familiar sweet tang that means Tony.

He can hear the sounds of commotion in the distance, what sounds like screams and gunshots further into the factory. It’s the same direction the trail of spilled blood is leading, and Bucky grits his teeth as he follows it.

The base is nearly deserted. Bucky only sees a couple hunters as he follows the sounds of the fight. Everyone he runs into is scrambling for weapons or the exits, and they don’t seem to be expecting him at all. They seem like they’re afraid of something else entirely, like they’re trying to escape.

Bucky doesn’t let them.

They took Tony, and he doesn’t even want to let himself imagine what they’ve done to him. On the slim chance he manages to get Tony out of here, Bucky can’t have any of them going after him again.

He has to make sure they never even think about going after Tony again.

The sounds of screams get louder as he moves into the heart of the warehouse, up the stairs to the offices. The blood is thicker here, splattered across the walls and the floors with evidence of a struggle. Smeared like someone has been dragged down the long hallway kicking and fighting.

With every empty room and bloody handprint he passes his rage grows, and by the time Bucky reaches the last door all he can see is red.

He slams in the door so hard that it splinters apart, chunks of cheap plywood flying everywhere. There’s a smell in the air like acrid smoke, like melting electronics and fire and blood, nearly overwhelming.

Bodies litter the room, dead and dying, but all he sees is Tony.

Bucky has spent the last four hours trying not to let himself imagine all sorts of horrible things. Tony hurt, Tony dead, bleeding, tortured, screaming. Rightfully cursing Bucky for getting him into this mess, rightfully wishing they'd never met.

He’s not prepared for what he actually finds.

Tony is alive, bloodied and bruised but so vibrantly alive, a knife in his hand and a vicious smile on his face as he plunges it into the chest of a Hydra hunter.

Bucky freezes uselessly in the doorway, watching in awe as Tony rips the knife free again, paying no mind to the spray of blood as he spins on his heel. Buries his blade in the gut of someone trying to creep up behind him.

And all at once it’s over.

The room goes still as the last hunter falls with Tony’s knife in his neck, Tony’s knees against his chest baring him down to the ground.

Bucky doesn’t even need to breathe, but still he finds himself choking on air as he watches Tony slowly right himself again, looking over all the destruction he’s caused.

Then Tony looks up, catches sight of him, and the expression on his face shifts from cold and vicious to warm and happy in an instant. Bucky’s cold dead heart lurches in his chest.

“Hey sweetheart, about time you got here,” Tony says, tossing him a jaunty wave with the knife still in hand.

Bucky crosses the room almost in a daze, headless of the blood that slicks the floor and the bodies he has to step over. All he can see is Tony and as soon as he’s close enough he traces his fingers reverently along the line of Tony’s jaw, ghosting over the dark bruise starting to form.

“Are you okay?” Tony asks, nonsensically, leaning into Bucky’s hands on him like Bucky isn’t the most dangerous thing in the room.

And hell maybe he’s not, Bucky certainly doesn’t feel dangerous. Not faced with Tony’s bright eyes and warm skin.

He feels weak, feels completely undone.

Bucky laughs, soft and strangled, and he hasn’t been cold in centuries but his hands are shaking as he cups Tony’s face in his palms.

“No,” he chokes out around another laugh, because he’s not okay, not anywhere close. “I thought- I didn’t know if you were- Tony--”

“Hey, hey,” Tony cuts him off, pulling him in closer and tucking Bucky’s face down into the curve of his neck. Where Bucky can hear the rapid thump of his heart, smell the adrenaline and the sweat that clings to his skin beneath all the blood.

And oh god there’s so much blood, covering Tony’s skin and his clothes and the room around them. Bucky can barely smell Tony through it and he tucks his face a little harder into the hollow of Tony’s throat.

“I’m okay,” Tony promises, fingers of one hand pressing into Bucky’s hair, his other hand resting on Bucky’s side and still wrapped tightly around the knife. Still prepared, and Bucky has never loved him more.

He drags his tongue up the line of Tony’s neck, through smears and splatters of blood. It’s almost a disappointment, definitely a thrill, that none of it is Tony’s.

“What did you- how did you even-“ Bucky keeps interrupting himself, can’t get a full thought out. He’s too concerned with lifting his head and pressing his lips to every inch of Tony’s perfect, unharmed face.

“I keep telling you, I’m a bad bitch,” Tony says, that beautiful smug grin on his face and Bucky just has to taste it.

Tony melts into it so easily when Bucky kisses him, his hands demanding but so gentle, like the room around them isn’t full of carnage. Like Tony isn’t the one who put it there, like he doesn’t have a care in the world except letting Bucky lick into his mouth, taste the adrenaline and determination and life straight from his lips.

Bucky has never tasted anything like it, has never met anyone like Tony, and he could have lost this.

He has to get closer, closer. He doesn’t even realize he’s backing Tony across the room until the back of Tony’s thighs hit a metal table, and Bucky just keeps pushing. Until the table clangs against the wall, until Tony is bent backwards over the surface.

Bucky follows him down, breathing him in, pressing between Tony’s thighs and still trying to get closer.

The table clatters, covered in knives and crossbows and stakes and Bucky doesn’t give a fuck about any of that. It doesn’t matter how much noise he makes now, Tony is the only living person in the warehouse, the only heartbeat on this rundown block. The only thing Bucky needs to worry about.

He certainly doesn’t give a fuck about the bodies that still litter the floor except that none of them are Tony, thatTony put them there.

Bucky doesn’t care about the bridges he’s burned, has never cared less about the impending sunrise. All that matters is Tony.

And Tony isn’t pushing him away, isn’t complaining. He just hooks one leg over Bucky’s hip and arches up against him, finally dropping his knife to drag both palms up Bucky’s back, pulling him in closer.

Tony is so warm beneath him, wrapped around him, always pulling Bucky in when he should be pushing him away.

“Fuck,” Tony sighs against his lips, one hand in Bucky’s hair again. Tony’s legs tighten around his waist, entire body rolling against Bucky’s, his voice shaking slightly as he says “I was so worried about you.”

Bucky wants to laugh again, because that’s soTony, worrying about Bucky while abducted and fighting for his life. Caring about Bucky in the first place when he should have run, should still be running, should leave Bucky far behind and never think about him again.

Nevermind that the idea has pain lancing through Bucky’s chest like he didn’t even think was possible anymore. He’d take the pain of losing Tony happily if he knew it meant Tony would be safe.

He will walk away, once they get out of here, that’s what Bucky tells himself. He just has to breathe Tony in this one last time and then he’ll walk away.

If Tony will let him. Which doesn’t seem likely, so far Tony has seemed determined to stay by Bucky’s side no matter what, and Bucky can never deny him anything.

The warehouse might be empty now but there’s no telling how long it’ll be before more hunters show up, and they should be getting out of here, Bucky knows that. But he can’t tear himself away from Tony’s warmth, from Tony’s hands moving over him.

Bucky can’t stop thinking that he could have lost this. That if he hadn’t found Tony alive and well Bucky would have made an even bigger mess. There would be no end to the carnage.

When he pulls away from the kiss Tony is panting raggedly and if Bucky had the spare brain power he’d feel bad about that but oh, he really doesn’t right now. Doesn’t care about anything but pressing his lips to Tony’s blood-splattered cheek swearing “I never would have stopped looking for you, never.”

“I know,” Tony promises, still trying to pull Bucky back into another kiss despite the way his words come out weak and breathy, his chest heaving against Bucky’s and his heart thundering.

So alive, alive, alive.

“I’d have done anything to get you back,” Bucky growls, dragging one hand down Tony’s side to his hip, digging his fingers in and shifting them until he can feel the hot brand of Tony’s cock against his hip.

“Fuck!” Tony gasps and the scent of his adrenaline spikes higher, turns sweet and warm as his fingers tighten in Bucky’s hair. “I know, I know, c’mon honey--”

And Bucky can’t say no to that, can never deny Tony anything.

Still, even as he lets Tony haul his face up again Bucky can’t stop the words from spilling out, his voice an awful snarl as he says “and if they’d hurt you--”

It’s probably for the best that Tony slams their lips together again and cuts him off, he doesn’t need to know all the monstrous things Bucky would do in his name. Much better to just let Tony kiss him, let Tony flick his warm tongue over Bucky’s blood smeared lips and the tips of his fangs, like he doesn’t have a fear in the world.

Tony’s heart rate kicks up harder, his next inhale weak and ragged against Bucky’s lips and Bucky forces himself to pull away. He lets Tony catch his breath and moves on to biting his way along Tony’s jaw, not enough to break the skin, just enough to get the taste of his skin on Bucky’s lips.

He tastes like sweat and arousal and need, so much love pouring off of him that Bucky can practically taste it. He’ll never get enough of it, doesn’t ever think he’ll stop being caught off guard by it.

“I told you,” Tony pants out when he finally gets his breath back and for a second Bucky doesn’t even know what he’s talking about, too distracted with the wet drag of Tony’s lips over his cheek. “You don’t have to worry about me,” Tony says, one of his hands landing on Bucky’s ass to pull him in closer, harder, arching up into the demanding roll of Bucky’s hips as he moans out “‘m not gonna let anything happen to you either.”

Bucky laughs raggedly, grits his teeth, presses his face into the curve of Tony’s throat and the craziest part is that Bucky believes him. As crazy as it is he has no problem believing that Tony is equally ready to burn the world down. That the bloodbath around them is only the start of what Tony would have done.

The heat building between them is so intense that even Bucky feels warm, feels like he’s burning. Like he’s absorbing all that wonderful warmth and still Tony has so much to give, never runs out of it, never pushes him away.

Bucky growls, lifts his head to make it easier to resist the urge to sink his teeth in and instead rolls his hips against Tony’s, swallows Tony’s shaking moan with another fierce kiss. “You’re so- fuck, gorgeous, the way you looked tearing thorugh them--” Bucky can’t even find the words to describe it but Tony’s scent spikes, proud and smug and fond.

So damn addictive.

He can feel the needy throb of Tony’s cock against his hip, against his own when Bucky shifts a little more, and he grinds himself down against Tony. Chasing the shocks of heat and pleasure that shoot through his system everytime Tony jerks beneath him, everytime Tony cires out and drags in a ragged breath and then clings to Bucky harder, pulling him in and rocking up against him, so alive. Tony’s heels digging into the back of his thighs, hands moving restlessly over Bucky’s skin, sliding up under the back of Bucky’s shirt and leaving burning trails in his wake.

Tony feels so amazing wrapped around him, so alive, warm and demanding as his fingers dig into Bucky’s skin, his breath escaping in gasps and moans. The impossible heat between them continues to grow, until Bucky is sure it’s going to burn him away entirely, he can’t possibly survive something like this.

He can’t possibly keep it, not something like him.

“Bucky,” Tony whines and he’s shaking now, blood roaring through his veins. So close to Bucky’s fangs as he drags his lips up Tony’s throat.

“C’mon baby,” Bucky growls, clenching his teeth against the urge to bite, “lemme feel you sweet thing, wanna hear you.”

“I’m-” Tony gasps and then cuts off with a keening moan as Bucky pins him down more firmly, grinds against him harder. Tony tries to wiggle a hand between their bodies but Bucky grabs his wrist, presses Tony’s hand to the table beside his head.

“Just like this,” Bucky pleads, his own cock throbbing as he slows the rock of his hips, dragging his cock firmly along Tony’s until he shakes. “Just like this baby, wanna watch you make an even bigger mess of yourself, wanna fuckin’ lick you clean when we get home.”

It’s a nice thought, even if Bucky doesn’t know if he’ll actually get a chance, has no idea what’s going to happen next. At least the idea of it has Tony moaning louder, arching up against Bucky’s grip on his hip and on his wrist, always trying to get closer.

“Bucky, Bucky-” Tony wails beneath him, nails digging into Bucky’s skin, thighs tightening around Bucky’s hips, and Bucky can feel the way Tony’s breath catches in his chest. The way his heart pounds as he drags in one more breath and then breaks.

And this, this is Bucky’s favorite sound, the way Tony’s voice cracks on a loud moan as he falls apart, the stuttering jump-skip of his heartbeat. Hundreds of years wandering the earth and he’s never heard anything like it, could happily listen to all the sounds Tony makes for the rest of his endless life.

“Bucky,” Tony sighs, dazed and slurred, fingers still tight in Bucky’s hair even as his entire body shakes. “Fuck, c’mon honey, I’m right here, let me have it, let me feel you.”

He can hear Tony’s thundering heartbeat like it’s his own, can practically taste it on his tongue, and a feral sound rumbles out of Bucky’s chest as he tips over the edge, snarling against the all too delicate skin of Tony’s throat and clutching at him tighter, tighter.

“I love you,” Bucky confesses in a voice that’s so broken it’s practically a whisper, like his greatest secret. The worst thing he’s ever done.

They need to leave, need to get the hell out of here. Bucky should probably leave the city entirely, go back on the move, leave Tony far behind where he won’t get hurt.

That’s the plan.

He knows all that, but Bucky can’t seem to bring himself to let go, can’t stop kissing Tony over and over and over, feeling the warmth of Tony’s skin beneath his hands. Like it’s the last time he’ll ever feel it.

“Come on,” Tony breathes against his lips, “we gotta get out of here before the sun comes up.”

Bucky groans, but he knows Tony is right. He can feel the approaching dawn in his bones and the last thing he wants is to be trapped in a Hydra base full of corpses all day. Or to still be here when more hunters show up, to have to leave through the sewers.

So he reluctantly pushes himself upright, mourning the way Tony’s lingering warmth starts to fade as soon as they’re not pressed together anymore. Tony’s hand is so much steadier than his own as Bucky helps him to his feet, so warm and alive and unafraid.

Bucky wants to pull him into another kiss. Wants to drop to his knees and press his face to the wet patch slowly spreading across the front of Tony’s jeans, taste him, lick him clean just like Bucky had promised. Doesn’t want to face the real world just yet because that means facing the fact that he has to leave.

That he doesn’t get to keep this.

Tony’s hand is still steady in his, his smile small and fond and he leads Bucky out of the warehouse, through the room of bodies and the bloodsplattered halls. Bucky pulls them to a stop just outside the heavy door he’d ripped his way through, paying no mind to the lightening color of the sky.

Burning to dust would hurt less than this.

“I need to leave,” Bucky says, the words tearing their way out of his throat, “I may have... made some threats. In order to find you. And Hydra isn’t going to stop as long as I’m here.”

He hasn’t even told Tony why Hydra is so determined to ruin his afterlife, not entirely, and now he doesn’t have time. Tony has been dragged into Bucky’s mess and he’ll never know why, and the only upside is Hydra will blame the bloody mess inside on Bucky. They’ll hunt for him more furiously than ever, and the best thing Bucky can do is lead them far, far away.

This is why not getting involved with humans is rule fucking one but Bucky doesn’t regret it, knows he never will. And as much as it kills him he can’t ask Tony to come with him.

Tony nods, like he expected it, and then asks “where are we going, and how long do I have to pack whatever’s left of my apartment?”

Bucky gapes at him.

It hadn’t occurred to him that he wouldn’t need to ask, and Bucky knows he should be relieved but all he feels is guilt. He loves Tony, but at what cost? He would do anything for Tony, and Bucky is ruining his life.

“You- your home,” Bucky tries to protest, his entire body going cold, colder than anything he’s ever felt before. “Your workshop--”

“You saying I can’t rebuild?” Tony interrupts, “I’m insulted, honestly. How dare you doubt me.” His smile is wide, and cajoling, like he’s trying to cheer Bucky up. Like he’s trying to convince Bucky.

“You’ll have to leave everything,” Bucky insists and maybe he does need convincing. It feels a little like he’s lost his mind, like he’s dreaming. He had a plan. “Your entire life, to hide with me, I can’t- I can’t promise the next time you’ll even see the sun.”

Bucky doesn’t need to breathe but he’s wheezing for breath now, his empty chest aching it’s so full of confusion and guilt and hope. He can’t let Tony do this, he can’t ask for this, he can’t--

Tony grabs Bucky’s face in his warm hands, palms calloused and still tacky with blood, as steady as they are when he’s building the future. As steady as they were around the knife, as when he was leading Bucky out of the bloodbath.

“Bucky,” Tony says simply, dark eyes so impossibly bright even in the sickly fluorescent light that spills out of the warehouse. “Bucky,” he repeats, low and sweet and amused, his voice wavering slightly as says “You are my sunshine.”

Bucky laughs again, can’t believe how much he’s laughed on a night that started out with his absolute worst nightmare. Even if it is a little hysterical.

He had a plan, but he also knew better than to get involved with a human, knew better than to stay in one place this long in the first place. Tony has been wrecking all of his plans without even knowing it for months now anyways.

What’s one more.

“You’re stealin’ all my lines,” Bucky accuses but he doesn’t mind, oh he doesn’t mind at all. He gets to keep this, keep Tony, the brightest thing he’s ever seen.

“I love you,” Tony says, so matter-of-fact, and it almost knocks Bucky’s legs out from under him. Every single time.

“That’s my line,” Bucky says, and he smiles, and his hand is steady as he wraps it around Tony’s wrist. “I love you,” he says anyways and tangles their fingers together, doesn’t plan on letting go anytime soon. “Let’s go.”

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Tumblr thought it would be hilarious to delete all my work and not let me answer requests :').

YES I SHALL WRITE THE PLATONIC ANGRY PARENTS-

And thank you-I woke up and was talking to my friend in the morning and my brain just: jojo villain yandere dads. Mudad mudad mudad mudad anger.

Anyways, here they are- Do these even count as headcanons???? I dunno-

Dio, Part 1

Vampire form of course.

First thing first, We all know he'd be a great dad. Protective already, But make him a yandere platonic father? Oh boy, Trust me, You'd be spoiled and treated like royalty.

Now, I'm gonna say in this scenario you were on of his victims child. I'll say you'll be around 5 to eight.

Somehow you managed to catch his eye, Is it because your parent was just as bad as his? You reminded him of his mother? Or maybe you resemble him, and have three moles on your ear. Or, perhaps, A younger joestar? Either way, You somehow had him feeling like a father, and, according to one of my friends, Araki had said DIO would treat his children like they were royalty, And they would be so spoiled.

So, Mudad would end up taking you in, kidnapping, whichever honestly. He'd be holding you like a loving pet owner would, if you got scared, he'd probably be confused. Honestly he'd have you turned into a vampire quickly, as he knew he wouldn't be able to have children as a Vampire.

Truthfully, I think you'd end up never noticing how he'd occasionally pull you closer, or how he'd glare at anyone your age or older going near you. Or how he'd give you some strict rules, Like no dating anyone. E v e r. And why would you ever want to hurt your papa like that?! You wouldn't want to do that, right?! Of course you wouldn't! Dio knew you'd never betray him like that!!

Truth be told, he'd guilt you if you tried to go against his words. But punishments? No no, He'd never actually purposefully hurt you, Unlike his love interest, he'd NEVER want to cause you pain ever. He'd hate himself and wouldn't forgive himself for years. Centuries. Infact, he'd beg for your forgiveness.

The Pillarmen

And satannnaaaaa

First of all, You aren't a pillarchild. You'd most likely be some kind of god, vampire, or a young hamon learner. Or even related to the Joestars or Ceasar.

So, Let's say you're immortal who can walk in the sun. We all know you'd be the joestar side, Right? So, That means you'd end up hating or feeling pity for the pillarmen. First, You'd probably end up trying to make Santana hally when he awakens. Unlike with Joseph, He'd probably know not to attempt to attack you. Let's say you have symbols like Dio Over heaven, We all know how that would work.

You'd end up as a being worshipped by them, probably kidnapped after they destroy the Joestars.

Let's say they defeated Joseph and the others, and you were still a deity, You'd most likely be weaker then them in this scenario. They'd probably treat you like a kitten at first, like a baby before they all felt a connection. As if you were a child of their own, so they'd give you rules. And we all know how rules go with yanderes.

Let's say uh- you fell for a mortal.

"No. No."

[Crush name has fallen from a high place.]

"DADS WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUU-"

"NO CUSSING IN THIS CHRISTIAN MINECRAFT SERVER!"

or something like that :')

Honestly, You'd have bird dad, and a bunch of other dads. Santana would honestly be like the cool big brother honestly. You'd probably want horns too so-

They would totally buy you halloween horns to put on your head so you'd be happy baby

Now, Hamon user? They'd probably find you like a cute animal at first, probably going easy on you like it was a game of tag. Soon, they'd realize how weak and fragile you are, After all, You are just starting hamon. They'd probably kidnap you to spite Joseph and his side at first, before... Well, You didn't expect to become a vampire and treated like royalty when all you've been treated like is uh... Considering Lisalisa is your coach, I'd say you'd be happy if it was someone else doing this for you.

Josephs sibling? WOAH Joseph, When did you get a cute sibling? Pfft, Not your sibling anymore, They just adopted your ex sibling nerd.

But, All jokes aside, They'd probably be surprised that you were more mature then your brother, and...you sorta resemble a certain Coach... Oh, Humans all look the same, haha.

They'd probably kidnap you infront of Joseph just to make him feel guilt and rage, After all, Why not get their prized treasure and make Joseph angry? They'd give you more rules, until Joseph was gone, of course.

And, sadly, Not even you crying would stop them from making you into a vampire infront of your big brother, breaking both of your hearts.

Don't worry you got ice cream later smh.

Ceasars sibling? Mini pancake? Haha, They'd kidnap you as soon as they felt parent like tendencies. No denying them, infact, they'd make sure you saw ceasar get defeated by the ro ck. But don't worry! You have new parents and a brother-! Haha, Poor you.

Part 3 DIO AKA mudad!

Honest to god you'd probably have to be a stand user with a weak or strong stand, or, you were one of his kids he had with a lucky woman who survived and got a naked polaroid of him as a 'wow you lived! Congrats, now go have my kid lmao' gift. Or, Maybe you were a normal kid who was kind to him, even if he,,,,  did some questionable murder infront of you. And maybe you were a young

Now, Let's say you were a strong stand user. He'd end up wanting to use a flesh bud until he realized... He never had a kid, that he knows of, and decided to raise you! At first he'd be upset you had a strong stand like your mudad, but realized you could protect yourself from those dreadful joestars! Congrats, You became a Brando! :) How unlucky, Considering this DIO would probably force vampire masks onto you, or even using fleshbuds as a threat. Either way, You'll always be papas baby!

Yoshikage kira.

Like I said in my first post of this, He'd want to have a nice average life. You having a stand wouldn't be a problem, Since he'd probably convince you Josuke and the others are awful and rude.

Josukes sibling? Well, He'd end up telling you he can help your brother with his murder issue if you come with him. You don't exactly have a choice since Killer queen would easily overpower you if you had disagreed. You'd end up being a normal and peaceful child before long, Infact, He'd have to pretend he had adopted you behind his 'wifes' back.

Hayotos friend he never talks about? Congrats, You are now stuck with a crazy and loving father! And a mother, I suppose. And you get your best friend as a brother! You'd never be able to leave, how sad. But, You'd have your new mom and your dad to talk to-! And killer queen cuddle time.

Now, Let's say you were his own kid. Wowzers! You think its normal for your father to bring women hands home, after all, You are pretty young and your father told you most adults do this. Ah. How enjoyable.

Doppio/Diavolo

Oh dear. You poor child.

Either you were related to trish, and he somehow felt like you wouldn't be a problem before they felt more of a father love towards you, Most likely somehow getting rif of the traitors and your big sister.

"Where's big sister?"

"Don't worry about her, She's spending time with your mother."

Smh quit LIEING you jERK!

But seriously, Doppio would be like the fun mom asking you if you'd like bake cupcakes in his spare time! Read you bed time stories and whatnot! Diavolo would be awkward and "wanna play baseball or whatever kids like to do these days?" Awkward dad alert.

"My kid is fine!"

The kid they kidnapped/raised:

Casually trying to beat another kid with a baseball.❤💚💛

Honestly they'd insult everyone elses kids while here their kid is, casually scared of baseball.

Pucci

Papa priest! We all know he'd adopt you! I head canon him as gay, considering DIO and him were totally a thing.

So, He'd probably have you study Lord DIO bibles, and casually have you hate Jolyne. Probably even give you a stand, And even show you that DIO is the best! Worship! Protect yourself and all that!

Jotaro would probably scare you,  so I can see you holding onto Pucci while Jotaro appears anytime, so pucci would infact love it when you snuggle onto him lime a cute kitten. Hell, you even Sneeze like a kitten!

Honestly You'd be kept under watch 24/7, but you'd think it was normal, after all, Your father would mever do something so awful like Those Joestars claim...right?

Diego

Oh wow- dino dad :)

Let's say you were a big fan of his, Then, Well,You wouldn't mind having him as a dad, Now would you? He is your idol, Right? Yeah. Yeah!

He'd probably carry you around upside down, Hot pants just questioning his sanity as he drops you a million times. Hot pants would probably end up carrying you most of the time.

Mama hot pants and father Diego. Y es.

And, Let's say you were traveling with Johnny. Congrats. You've put yourself in a even worse situation considering Diego would become worried and paranoid over those two idiots hurting you! And he hates the idea of his baby boy/girl/child being hurt by barbarians!!!

Even though he'd probably hurt you on accident if I'm gonna be honest.

Kidnapping isn't a very easy job, so of course he had to knock you out! What was he supposed to do?! Ask you to come stay with him forever?! No! Maybe! HuawhuKaia-

Honestly not too many rules, just don't leave his side ever! Except when going to the bathroom. You'll be tied to his horse. No whining >:(.

Funny Valentine

Honestly what did you think he was going to do? Pick some random child? No no, He'd choose the PERFECT child! You were so lucky! Wow! The daughter of the mos powerful man ever! Lucky you, Right?

No. You don't get alone time unless it's you sleeping or bathing. You wear what he wants, and no.

Dating not allowed. Bad. No no no no no.

"No. No dating. Your lips will fall off."

"but mommys lips didn't-"

"Your face will melt off."

Basically you'd be bossed around and treated like royalty, as long as you listen to you dad!

Honestly I don't know if this is headcanons, if if it isn't feel free to scream at me in the comments-

AND I AM SO SORRY ABOUT NOT BEING ABLE TO ACTUALLY ANSWER, SO I HOPE YOU SEE THIS AND ARE ABLE TO ENJOY IT??? I GUESS???

[laddieseddiemunster]

Pros and Cons of Dating The Lost Boys (Separate)

David

david is definitely the jerk out of the boys, but he’s a good boyfriend. he’s a pretty easy person to talk to when you actually get to know him. he enjoys reading and telling stories and since he’s pretty old he has a lot of tales to tell. david knows all the cool spots in santa carla that have the best view of the whole city. he’ll take you there and let you talk or rant to him for hours. until the sun comes up of course. he’s not a very clingy or cuddly guy in public, but when you’re alone with him he’ll get a little cuddly. he’s not too into pda. not because he gets embarrassed. he’s just not that type of guy. unless a creepy guy starts eyeing you then david’s wrapping his arm around your shoulder, bringing you close to him, so that creep knows you’re taken. since david is the leader of the four boys, you are automatically treated differently. david always tells the others what to do, and since you’re his mate you can too. he had a ‘talk’ with the boys about that. basically just telling them to treat you with respect, and if they don’t, david has the last word in that. you can ask/tell the boys what to do since david allows it, and now it’s just your choice whether or not you decide to use that.

though he’s a great boyfriend, his asshole side comes out every now and then. he gets easily bothered with occasional mood swings. with that problem leads to fights. while fighting david tends to say a lot of things he doesn’t mean. it still hurts like hell though. he knows how to get under people’s skin and tends to use that skill. he regrets everything he says immediately, but he had a hard time admitting he was wrong. david hates having to apologize, even if he knows he was in the wrong. you’re usually the one that has to apologize first and then he will. if he makes you cry during a fight he’ll apologize right away. he hates seeing you cry especially if it’s because of him. unless you started the fight, then he’ll just let out a sigh and leave the room. david hates getting emotional around other people. anger is one thing but no one can see him sad. it makes him feel vulnerable and he can’t stand that feeling. if he ever gets emotional around you he’ll immediately leave the room and collect himself. it can get a bit irritating though. sometimes it could make you feel like he doesn’t trust you enough to show you his real emotions. he reassures you that that’s not the case. david loves you but he can’t let you see him like that.

Dwayne

quietest out of the boys + resting bitch face = very respectful boyfriend? apparently so.

since dwayne is pretty quiet, you were surprised when he made the first move. despite his intimidating appearance, he is actually really sweet. he’s never really had a serious girlfriend since he turned, but he tries his best to be as loving as possible. dwayne isn’t really a cuddly person in public, but when you’re alone with him he likes having you close to him. he didn’t realize how much he missed being held by someone he loved until he met you. it’s like he was missing a piece in his life and he found it when you met him. just for that it’s now a must for him to treat you like a queen. dwayne will take you all around the boardwalk, and win you some stuffed bears. he can’t help but grin whenever he sees you hold the stuffed animal close to you. he’s not much of a talker but he’s a great listener. he lets you talk to him for hours and he’ll pay attention to everything you’re saying. since laddie is like dwayne’s son/little brother, the little guy looked at you like a mother/sister. it’s your decision whether you decide to take on that role, but if you did dwayne would be at a loss for words. if he wasn’t in love with you before he sure is now.

believe it or not but dwayne does have a temper. after so many years of being a vampire, he’s developed some negative feelings inside. mainly insecurities and loneliness. he can’t exactly talk to his brothers about the way he feels so he just keeps it all bottled inside. it usually comes out when you two have a fight. he’s stressed and he hates seeing you mad at him, so it just explodes out of him. his reaction is usually like a toddlers temper tantrum. he’ll start to throw things and punch walls. he’d never lay a hand on you, but that doesn’t stop you from getting scared. if he notices your fear of him, he’ll feel worse then he did before. especially if you leave the cave and run home. he doesn’t have the energy to run after you since he’s so exhausted from his emotions. instead he’ll get on his motorcycle and drive somewhere where he knows he’ll be alone. then he’ll let out all his emotions that he’s keep in all those years. he’s good at hiding his sadness, but only for a certain amount of time. once dwayne is feeling a bit better he’ll ride over to your house. he can’t sleep knowing your upset with him. it might take some effort on his part, but he’ll do anything to get on your good side again. if you accept his apology then he’ll cuddle you all night. especially if he made you cry. if he did he’d feel like the worst boyfriend ever and whisper apologies in your ear while holding you tight. if you don’t accept his apology then he won’t know what to do. without you he might just loose himself.

Paul

does it surprise you that paul made the first move? probably not. he’s pretty confident and the biggest flirt out of all the boys. so when he catcalled you and tried to get you to go with him for the night, let’s just say it wasn’t the best first impression. okay okay, he’s a handful, but once you get to know him he’s actually really sweet. paul is a huge fan of hard rock and a little bit of everything so you’re going to know all kinds of music new or old. he’s really playful and will always try his best to keep a smile on your face at all times. he steals you a lot of stuff like jewelry and exspensive clothes just to spoil you. of course, he likes to get spoiled too. in more ways than one. he’s very very handsy. he won’t keep his hands off of you even at the boardwalk. pda? who cares! he sure doesn’t. paul tries his best to spend all the time he has with you at night. even if it means just watching you sleep. he just enjoys your presence even if you aren’t speaking to him. he’s a big jokester. he just wants to make you laugh. he’ll pour as many jokes as he can just to see that smile on your face. don’t be surprised if he throws in a less appropriate joke every now and then. and last but certainly not least, he has a pretty dirty mind. but, that shouldn’t be a surprise.

let’s be honest, sometimes paul is a dumbass. he doesn’t mean to be. he just doesn’t always think before he speaks. he’ll say the wrong thing at the wrong time and it could ruin your whole mood. the worst thing is is he doesn’t get why you’re so upset with him afterwards. it was just a joke right? instead of apologizing he justs starts acting moody right along with you. and there’s a 9/10 chance that that’ll lead to a fight. paul just doesn’t use his head sometimes so he just thinks you’re on your period or something. which is another wrong thing to say. since paul is pretty emotional himself, there’s a lot of yelling during fights. even if the fight was something minor. he just gets riled up really easily. he’d never hurt you, but sometimes his vampire face comes out during fights. he doesn’t mean for it to happen, but in the moment he’s just too upset to notice. if you get scared then he’ll notice. he’ll feel a bit guilty but he’s so into the fight that he’s still yelling. he hates fighting with you, but he just doesn’t know when to stop. if paul sees that you’re genuinely hurt then he’ll stop. he hates the feeling of knowing that he hurt you. even if he didn’t mean it. once he comes to his senses, he’ll apologize with a hug and a kiss on your forehead. and probably some make up sex afterwards.

Marko

he’s got the face of an angel, but the mind of the devil. marko is the least predictable of the boys, so you were surprised to see that this baby faced boy with curls could be a bloodsucker. all the other boys stick to one tactic which makes it easy to point out their actions. not marko. he could be chaotic one second and calm and collected the next. it’s definitely intimidating, but for you he keeps it to a minimum. the last thing marko wants to do is scare you. he just wants to have fun. he’d take you on all the roller coasters on the boardwalk, and tease you if you get scared. not as dirty minded as paul but he still is. pda? what’s that? he doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. if he wants to kiss you, he’ll kiss you. if he wants to hold he close, he’ll hold you from behind. if he wants to grab your ass, okay, he’ll make an exception and put his hand in your back pocket. marko is the biggest risk taker and will even do things that could possibly get him killed. but he’s a vamp so he can’t die all that easily right? if you still live with your parents he’s going to sneak in all the time. he doesn’t care if they’re there or not. he wants in he’ll find a way in. if you kick him out then he’ll whine and knock on your window until you let him back in.

like david, marko has mood swings. bad mood swings. he could go from his happy normal self to getting furious or something small. he could drop his food on the floor and he’s pissed for the whole night. every relationship has struggles and fights, but with marko it’s like a ticking time bomb. he could blow up any second. he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you, but he’s punching and destroying everything else. every now and then a fight starts and every one of them is different. sometimes it’s you yelling at him and he’s just staring at you like a brick wall. other times it’s him yelling over something stupid and you’re the brick wall. if you’re both yelling at each other than it usually ends bad. you two probably won’t talk for a couple days until one of you apologizes. if you were the cause then you’re gonna have to apologize and the same goes for him. if marko started the fight at first he’ll just mope around until he comes to his senses. he hates making you feel sad or angry so he’ll apologize after a short amount of time. marko can be a little protective sometimes. he doesn’t like anyone touching you even his brothers. especially paul. if some random dude starts flirting with you on the boardwalk marko is ready to kill him. his fight or flight attitude kicks in and he’ll start throwing punches immediately. god forbid if he’s in a bad mood and someone catcalls you. marko will skin them alive. literally.

[duhragonball]

Battle Tendency Liveblog: JJBA Ch. 105-108

“Master Kars has taken a fighting stance!   I... I wasn’t expecting tongue...”

Hey, remember Wammu?   Well, he’s dead now, so the only Pillar Man left to worry about is the leader, Kars.  His army of vampire slaves don’t like this, so they try to bumrush our heroes, but Lisa kills a few of them, then threatens to destroy the Red Stone of Aja unless Kars honors their agreement. 

And Kars is cool with that.   He only took off his headdress and exposed his antennae to prepare for the next one-on-one fight.   He then kills his unruly henchmen to prove that they don’t speak for him.  Moreover, Kars is now willing to fight Lisa Lisa.   Earlier, he said that he didn’t like fighting women, but now that he’s seen her in action, he’s on board with the idea.

But he doesn’t want to fight in Skeleton Heel Stone, where Joseph and Wammu squared off.   Instead, he chooses the Piza Berlina Temple, right next door to the S.H.S.  Apparently, after a hard day of chariot racing, the winners used to come here to worship their gods and drink the blood of the losers. 

It’s weird to me that Kars and Wammu should be so familiar with this place, and carry such an abiding respect for it.   I mean, they’ve viewed ordinary 20th Century humans with utter contempt, dismissing them as backwards primitives.   Santana disassembled a German rifle like it was easy, and he’s supposed to be the big dummy in the Pillar Men.   That’s how little they think of 1938 technology and civilization.   The Hamon users in this story only get a bit of respect because they‘ve become worthy adversaries. 

And yet, the Pillar Men seem to be a lot more respectful towards ancient humanity.   Esidisi knew the writings of Sun Tzu, if not the man himself.   You’d think he’d just ignore or devour Sun Tzu sooner than look at him.   And you’d think Wammu would have wanted to fight in the traditions of his own culture, but instead he’s all into this ancient human racetrack.    It can’t be because it’s old.   Compared to Wammu, it’s positively brand new.  

On the other hand, these guys are the last of their kind, as we’ll learn in a few chapters.   Human culture is the only kind the Pillar Men have gotten to see, and it’s been that way for about a hundred centuries now.   If Esidisi wants to read a book, he’s pretty much going to have to tolerate human authors, because that’s all that’s left.   And if Wammu wants to admire a sporting arena, he’s stuck with places like these, built by those pesky “primitives”.  

Joseph asks Lisa to let him fight Kars instead, since he’s still worried about her being a woman.   Also, he believes Kars is weaker than Wammu, so he should be able to defeat him.   But Lisa insists on handling this, and she strips down to this circus outfit.    That sounds like I’m making fun of it, but I’m not.   It looks pretty badass, but also period-appropriate. 

The fight is very short.  Kars pulls some sort of disappearing act, then emerges from one of the stone surfaces of the temple, trying to slash at Lisa from behind with his blades.    But Lisa has it scouted, and she wraps her silk scarf around Kars’ arm, charges it with Hamon, and kills him, wham, bam, thank you ma’am.  

And then the real Kars emerges from the same stone, and stabs Lisa in the back.   Somehow, Kars disguised one of his vampire minions to look just like him, right down to the blades in his arms, and sent that flunky out as a distraction.    It’s a cheap trick, and a complete 180 from the honor displayed by Wammu in the previous fight.  Kars doesn’t care.   He doesn’t care about dishonoring Wammu’s memory, nor does he care about breaking his word.   The only thing Kars cares about is getting the Red Stone of Aja, and now he has it. 

Unfortunately, this takes Lisa Lisa out of action for the rest of the story.  Kars hasn’t killed her, but she’s too badly hurt to do anything from here.   That kind of sucks, because Lisa’s such a cool character.   A friend of mine once complained that Lisa got a raw deal in Part 2, and we should have gotten to see her get a big fight, on par with Joseph vs. Esidisi, or Caesar vs. Wammu.   I can’t really disagree with the sentiment. 

However, I have a hard time figuring out how such a fight could have been worked into the story.   She couldn’t beat Kars, for Pete’s sake.   He’s the final boss of Part 2, so it sort of falls to Joseph to do the honors.  And she couldn’t beat Wammu or Esidisi, because Joseph was the one who needed the antidote to their poison rings.  Lisa could have lost to either of them--the way Caesar lost to Wammu-- except she’d have to die, which would spoil the big reveal of her origin story.

So maybe there needed to be an extra Pillar Man in the cast?   Not Santana, because he’s too weak, but maybe Kars’ group has a fourth guy named Talqingedz or whatever.  So Lisa Lisa could mop the floor with that dude... and then what?    Would it really carry any dramatic weight for her to defeat a guy like that?  A Pillar Man so ancillary to the story that the plot would flow just as well without him?    When you get down to it, Lisa Lisa’s dream opponent for Part 2 just ends up looking like Wired Beck, a random jobber presented solely to establish her credibility as a fighter.   And we already got Lisa vs. Wired Beck, and clearly that wasn’t satisfying enough.   So Lisa Lisa vs. a Pillar Man probably wouldn’t have been much of an improvement.  

Nonetheless, I think it’s a valid criticism of Battle Tendency.  You come out of this story wishing we could have seen more of Lisa Lisa in action, and we just aren’t going to get it.   But the root of the problem isn’t that she didn’t get to fight more, it’s that she was presented as a fighter when that really wasn’t her role in the story.   She’s a teacher, training Joseph and Caesar in the ways of the Ripple, but more importantly, she’s an enigma.  Who is she?   What’s her connection to the Joestars?  To Straizo?   To Caesar?   Where did she get the Red Stone of Aja?   And so on.  

Her Ripple mastery makes her one of the strongest fighters on the board, but that’s just another piece of the puzzle.   I think there was a profile of Lisa Lisa in the manga that said her Ripple was three times stronger than Joseph’s.   But we never get to see it demonstrated, because that’s not the point.  We’re just supposed to wonder who this lady is and how she got so powerful, and where has she been this whole time.    I think this is also why everyone keeps writing her off as a woman.   It’s not just chauvanism, it’s intended to keep the reader off-balance.  One minute Joseph and the Pillar Men are respecting her power, and the next minute they’re dismissing her.    It keeps you guessing. 

I suspect this is one reason why Araki dealt Lisa Lisa such an inglorious defeat here.   Could Lisa have defeated Kars in a fair fight?   Yeah, I think she could.   But if she cleaned his clock, it would defeat the mystique of the character.   The same is true if Lisa lost to Kars in a fair fight.  We’d say “Oh, okay, she wasn’t quite as strong as Joseph, so that’s that.” 

Now, the other major reason for Kars to defeat Lisa Lisa like this is to demonstrate Kars’ main character trait.   He only cares about achieving his objective.   Wammu had his warrior code, and Esidisi had his devotion to his comrades, but Kars has only himself and his goals.   He had Lisa and Joseph cornered in the abandoned hotel, but they didn’t have the Aja Stone on them.   Lisa made that bluff about a bomb, and then proposed this contest to settle things.   Kars agreed, but not because he had any intention of honoring the agreement.  He just let things play out because he knew Joseph would bring the Stone to the battlefield, and even if Wammu lost, he would still have all of these vampires to back him up.  

That’s how Kars was able to defeat Lisa.   He used Wammu’s own honor to lull Lisa into a false sense of security.   After seeing how noble Wammu was in defeat, and how gracious Kars was in disciplining his vampires, she began to believe that Kars would fight her fairly.     That was Kars’ plan all along.   Once he had her isolated on the temple, with the Red Stone of Aja on her person, he made his play.    It’s dirty pool, but it worked, and that’s all Kars cares about. 

This makes Joseph super-duper pissed, but what’s he gonna do about it?   He’s way down there on the ground, surrounded by vampires, and his Ripple is weak from the fight with Wammu.    So now Kars can just watch from a safe vantage while his henchmen tie up the last loose end.  

But then, the Nazis show up, led by Stroheim, complete with a repaired cyborg body.  And Speedwagon and Smokey are here too, along with a fighting contingent of the Speedwagon Foundation.   And they came prepared too!  Everybody’s armed with UV emitters.   To be sure, ultraviolet lamps haven’t worked so well against the Pillar Men, but against ordinary vampires, they seem to do the job quite nicely.   

So while they clean house, Joseph climbs up to where Kars and Lisa are, and he’s ready to throw down.   Joseph has plenty of harsh words for Kars’ dirty tactics, but Kars doesn’t care.   This has all been a chess game to him.   The Ripple Clan, the vampires, even Wammu and Esidisi, they were all just pieces on a board, maneuvered and arranged until he could secure a path to victory with minimal risk.  

See, that’s the other thing about Lisa Lisa.   It’s very subtly expressed here, but Kars was clearly very worried about her.   He knew Joseph was a threat because he killed Esidisi, but he knew he could use Wammu to wear Joseph down.   But Lisa Lisa is even more powerful and experienced than Joseph, and she’s shrewd enough to destroy the Stone if cornered.    He knew he couldn’t beat her at her own game, so he let her think she was playing her own game in order to set her up for that sneak attack.   If Kars hadn’t done that, he’d be dead by now, or the Stone would be lost or destroyed.  

Likewise, I’m not sure Kars is confident about a fair fight with Joseph, even though he’s tired from fighting Wammu.  I mean, you’d think he’d just charge Joseph and cut his head off if he could, but instead he lures him into another trap.    Before Joseph got up here, Kars tied Lisa’s feet to a rope.    He made sure not to kill her, but only so he could use her as a hostage.   Kars tosses Lisa down, and Joseph has to grab the rope to keep her from falling to her death.

And the whole point of that was to keep Joseph standing still.   He can’t let go of the rope, so he’s in no position to defend himself.   Now Kars can just walk right up to him and kill him at his leisure.   As far as Kars is concerned, this is what fighting is all about.   Not a test of strength and skill like Wammu’s ideal, but the achievement of victory at minimal risk.  

And this is where we see Joseph exceed Lisa Lisa.  They both got suckered into Kars’ traps, but Lisa doesn’t have Joseph’s penchant for trickery and quick thinking.    She’s got more Ripple power, sure, but that doesn’t matter against a guy like Kars.   I’m starting to get the impression that Kars is a lot weaker than Wammu, since he fights so conservatively in this story.   He may not be able to afford to fight Joseph in any other way.   

So how in the hell can Joseph get out of this one?   Well, first he tries to kick Kars to keep him away.   Kars just cuts his leg, along with a section of rope that was in the way.   Joseph’s Ripple is so weak that the kick did nothing. 

Then Joseph sets his own scarf on fire and talks about how he has a plan, and it’s so awesome that he can make this work before the flames reach his body.    Kars thinks this is just desperate posturing, and all Joseph seems to do is swing away.    Kars thinks he’s trying to get some distance so he can recover his Hamon energy.

Then Kars cuts the rope, since Joseph won’t stand still and get murdered.   

And it backfires, because Joseph did more tricky rope tricks!   Hermit Purple, bitch!

Basically, that very first bit, where Joseph tried to kick him, even then, Joseph had a plan.    He got Kars to cut a section of rope, which he then used to tie his own leg to the rope holding Lisa Lisa.   Then he goaded Kars into cutting the rope so Lisa would fall, not realizing that Joseph had her secured with his other rope.   Also, that other rope got caught on Kars’ own foot.   It’s complicated. 

Oh, wait, I forgot to talk about chess.   Okay, so earlier, Kars was gloating about using Lisa as a pawn to achieve checkmate.   It’s a good analogy, but I’m pretty sure chess was invented within the last 2000 years.   In other words, Kars literally slept through the entire history of the game.   So for him to be talking about it now, I have to assume he learned about chess during that month while Joseph was training.   That kind of sucks.   Esidisi and Wammu were running around trying to find the Red Stone of Aja, and Kars was probably chilling out in Switzerland playing chess and drinking hot cocoa all night.   Wotta heel.

Then Joseph pulls himself back up with his scarf and uses Overdrive against Kars’ blade.  Joseph’s Ripple is so strong that he just powers right through, destroying the blade on Kars’ arm like it’s no big deal.  That’s interesting, because when Joseph first saw Kars’ blades, he worried that he wouldn’t be able to block them, and now it’s Kars who wasn’t strong enough to block. 

Maybe “Light Mode” was more of an illusion than a genuine power?  I mean, the blades are super-sharp, but I never understood what difference it made for them to be all sparkly, unless it’s a psychological trick to demoralize the enemy.   It definitely worked on Stroheim, and it worked on Joseph for a while, but I don’t think Joseph’s gotten that much stronger since their last encounter.   

Anyway, the Ripple worked, and Kars’ entire arm explodes.   Yeah!  Then he falls off the temple, and Joseph loosens the rope to help him on his way down.    Cool!  Then Kars lands on a bunch of spiky rocks, the same gruesome fate he intended for Lisa Lisa.   Yeah, how’s that taste, Kars?   You loincloth-wearin’ piece of crap?  

So... yeah, we won!  Great job everyone!  Except for the Nazis, they can all go fuck off and die in a fire.   Smokey’s feeling a lot better about everything, so he asks Speedwagon about Lisa Lisa.   See, earlier, Lisa revealed to Joseph that she was the baby that Erina rescued at the end of Phantom Blood.   But Erina told Smokey about the same baby back in New York, and Smokey knows that Lisa Lisa is Joseph’s mother.  

Except, Erina told Joseph that his mother died of a disease when he was a baby, so how can Lisa be alive and a Ripple Master?   Speedwagon agrees to explain, since Smokey took care of Erina while he was away, but he insists that Smokey not reveal any of this to Joseph, because it’s Joestar family business.  

I hadn’t really considered it until now, but this is the first time we’ve seen Smokey and Speedwagon interact so far.   They’ve gotten to know each other off-panel, and they seem to have a bond over their shared respect for the Joestars, so it lulled me into thinking they’ve appeared together before this.    Anyway...

The origin of Lisa Lisa isn’t all that complicated, actually.   She was raised by Straizo and became a Ripple warrior, while Jonathan and Erina’s son, George Joestar II, joined the British Air Force in World War I.   George and Lisa fell in love, married, and had a baby, Joseph.  

The catch is that there was one last zombie from Phantom Blood.   Speedwagon and Straizo thought they got all of Dio’s zombies, but one of them was very clever and managed to stay hidden.    He just made sure to eat his victims’ entire body, so as not to leave any physical evidence.   Also, he faked a disability to excuse himself from any daylight activities.    By the 1910′s, he had successfully infiltrated the RAF as a Major.  

So George learned of this, because he knew all the Phantom Blood lore from his wife and mother.    But George never had any Ripple abilities himself.   He may have had the potential for it, but he was never trained, and I guess he didn’t develop it naturally, the way Joseph did.  

So he tried to gather evidence to expose the zombie Major, but his plan backfired and the zombie killed him instead, then covered up George’s death by reporting it as a plane crash.    Speedwagon and Straizo investigated this, but before they could act...

Lisa got wind of it and took matters into her own hands.  She killed the zombie major, but she did it in front of another officer.   The authorities knew nothing of zombies or Stone Masks, so they just thought she murdered an RAF officer in cold blood.    So she had to leave Britian as a fugitive, and she’s been living in exile in Italy ever since.    The Speedwagon Foundation has been trying to clear her name, but I doubt there’s whole lot they could do about a case like this.

And there you have it.   Erina was so heartbroken over the death of her son and the exile of her daughter-in-law that she asked Speedwagon to never tell Joseph what really happened to his parents, and to keep the Ripple a secret from him.   Of course, none of that really worked, because Joseph developed the Ripple on his own, and Straizo and Stroheim forced Joseph to develop those abilities even further, leading him directly to his long lost mother.   Erina wanted to protect Joseph, but she couldn’t save him from his own fate.    Smokey starts crying, and I’m like “same tbh.”  

This ties back to a point I made early on.   When I watched the anime, it seemed kind of random to introduce Smokey, then drop him for most of the story, then bring him back at the end.   But now, it makes a lot more sense.   He was a viewpoint character, but only so far as the stuff about the Joestar Family.   All the fighting and Ripple stuff could be done without Smokey, since Joseph could function as his own viewpoint character for that part.   And while it’s kind of weird for Smokey to be absent for so long, it helps that he seemed to feel the same way.    He clearly went out of his way to join Speedwagon on this mission to Switzerland.  He simply cares about the Joestar Family that much.    He couldn’t sit in New York and wait for an update.

Anyway, Lisa’s going to be okay, and the vampires are all dead, and Kars is slowly dying from the Ripple wound Joseph gave him, so it looks like we’re all finished here.   Stroheim decides to put Kars out of his misery by shooting him with high-intensity UV rays.   Maybe that’s overkill at this point, but we might as well let Stroheim have his fun.

Oh SHI--

So yeah, Kars had the Red Stone of Aja this whole time, but he only just now decided to use it.   That’s because the Stone will only amplify the power of his special Stone Mask if there’s a powerful light source.    This whole fight has been happening at night, so Kars had to wait until morning to try this little stunt.  But Stroheim has helpfully supplied a bunch of UV lamps, and those work just peachy, thanks.   Fuck Stroheim forever.

And just like Dio and Straizo before, the Stone Mask digs bony protrusions into Kars’ brain, but this time the mask has the Super Aja powering it, so Kars stands to gain even more power, turning him into... what exactly?  

[supercharmed-forever-mine]

Okay if you have some questions and assumptions now that I finally watched last night's episode 4x05.

Assumptions:

Hope is affected by the dagger but only temporarily like a (neck snap effect) just like Klaus was she would probably need a special dagger as well.

Hope can also unless the vampire bartender/bounty Hunter was pretending compel other vampires just like an original.

Does not burn nor is irritated by sunlight as even the originals had to wear daylight rings because the sun still irritated them but not kill them. And yes Klaus is obviously the exception after he broke the curse. And I guess if technically needed she could have made herself one being part which though I did not see her sporting one.

I feel like all of these things were canonically shown.

Questions:

Those things being shown here questions I have relating to that and the limits and weaknesses of her tribrid status.

Does she have the exact same limitations and weaknesses as say Klaus did?

Exactly what are her weaknesses? it's shown that she basically has all the strengths of an original because she is one through genetics and is a special case and of itself because she's the only person to ever be born a vampire versus turned. So here's the questions to come out of that:

What? if any effect does White oak even though supposedly there's no more in existence (Though weknow that can be retconned at anytime to fit their agenda) have on her being of the original bloodline?

Would Marcel's blood have the same effect on her or does it not apply?

And though they made it and semi-retconned and change the lure for legacies specifically. Does this mean Hope could have children of her own still?

Also what did she mean when she said she didn't have a choice that her humanity turned off? This seems to imply not that she chose to turn it off because it was too much but that it automatically did because killing Landon was too much finally and she just snapped where is every previous vampire in this universe has had a choice no matter how bad of trauma they were going through. So is Hope going to have even more emotional problems if that's the case that her psyche automatically does it for her when extreme stress happens?

[prose-for-hire]

Bad, evil, rotten lovers

Pairing: Spike x vampire!reader

Request: Hey there! Could you write a spike x reader thing, where they have been friends/together since being humans and both have problems to hide their giddy and fluufy relationship from the scoobys and trz to act all dark and tough?

Requested By: Anonymous

A/N: I enjoyed this request - hope you like what I’ve done with it! 

For some reason I always default to season 4, not sure what’s up with that (it’s not even my favourite season) so I challenged myself with this request! We’re set in season 2 today with an ‘evil’ spike/reader.

You were never part of his usual crowd. You had been visiting the area he lived with his mother for only a brief period, staying with a distant relative but William had become instantly smitten with you. You had both got on so beautifully and when he had been missing for a while it had really hurt you, he had been the only one you cared about there. He loved you and you had been fast falling for him, he had even suggested that he would ask permission to begin courting you. So, when he went missing there was a hole in your heart. That was, until he came back for you, tapping on your window one fateful night. And that, as they say, is history. You had been sired and luckily the qualities he loved about you hadn’t changed and you fell in love outside of society’s strict code with neither of you looking back (unless you were reminiscing of course).

That was then, but now you and Spike were walking through a graveyard in Sunnydale. You had maintained a reluctant truce with the Scoobies to get rid of Angelus, secretly you liked the strange little group of kids but you would never tell them, or Spike. Angelus was starting to annoy you and your love, he had gotten into the whole Slayer killing, which was Spike’s thing. All that seemed to calm him down from his irritation was you, he really loved you which was lucky because you matched this love. You had taken to walking aimlessly at night, to get out of the mansion and strengthen Spike’s legs after being stuck in his wheelchair in front of Angelus. Your late night walks were where you could both discuss your frustration and maybe kiss a little between the gravestones. He had draped his leather duster over your shoulders, knowing you weren’t affected by the cold but wanting you to have it.

He had paused to gaze at you softly under the moonlight, the look he had given you all those decades ago. The first time you met at a society function. He had been so earnest back then, almost shy, now he was only like that with you alone. You liked it this way – you got the best of him. You had both apparently been reminded of the same thing, as he spoke his thoughts out loud.

“I remember practicing over and over, reciting long lines of wanting before I asked…” he referred to the night he asked you to be his.

“Sweetie! Your poetry still makes me blush, and I have no circulation!” You grinned at him as he appeared to duck his head slightly and you embraced him in a hug.

“Please don’t pull away, pet… not yet” he mumbled to you, as you started to move, but your embrace was unfortunately cut short as you both heard an almost inaudible whisper.

“Poetry?” Buffy and Xander had mouthed in confusion, both looking at each other. Xander raised an eyebrow, holding up a cross as you started to walk closer to them. This has to be a trick right? You were both evil and evil doesn’t write poetry or have cute pet names… do they? Buffy got in a stance ready to fight as you both finally noticed them.

“Well, well if it isn’t Betty the vampire layer” Spike smirked as you cackled, making sure to allow your most menacing scowl for the slayer.

“You know how many Slayers Spike’s killed? Two, soon to be three isn’t that right?” You bragged as Spike nodded along.

“Currently, you’re working with us though, sweetie” Buffy mocked. You both postured, starting to speak over each other in your haste to maintain just how bad you both were. You finally stopped as the slayer raised an eyebrow and started tapping her toe as if she were bored of your very evil tales.

Eventually Buffy and the boy walked away, having set your plan out for later. You both walked on, hand-in-hand, through another graveyard. Eventually you slipped your hand from his, a sparkle in your eye as you plotted. As spike was explaining something, he didn’t notice you slip away and hide behind a gravestone waiting to see how long it would take him to notice. He only noticed when he heard a soft giggle from behind one of the gravestones and his face melted as he realised. He wouldn’t admit it, but he enjoyed your impromptu games of hide-and-seek amongst the gravestones. He started to prowl through the stones, looking for any sign of you. He softly narrated where he was going, to see if he could make you giggle and give yourself away.

“Come here… big bad’s gonna eat… you… up” he whirled around at the last word, eyes locking with yours as you squealed and he scooped you up before you could run.

“You found me!” You cheered as he pulled you by your middle and held you to him.

“I’ll always find you, pet” He said, cupping your cheek softly. It was as if he were staring into your soul, even though neither of you had one. His cold blue eyes sparkled as you stared back, a smile on your lips. You could recall it all, you wouldn’t share the rest of your un-life with anyone else.

“Sweet William, you always know the right things to say to me!” You matched his soft almost-smile as he leaned into you, your lips meeting in small, soft kisses that turned slow and sweet. Your hands ran through his bleached hair as you both smiled into the kiss, reluctantly cutting it short. He was about to carrying on walking but you grabbed his shirt sleeve, “Wait! One more kiss, for luck!” you asked enthusiastically, and he smiled, pulling you in softly once more. Willow walked over to you, but neither of you were really paying attention to her, she must have gotten separated from the others. The young girl was too trusting, having spoken to you more than once without so much as a stake for protection. A small cough interrupted your kiss, she was clearing their throat and you both jumped in surprise before slowly turning to see Willow watching you both. Spike coughed, trying to show he hadn’t just jumped and almost yelped in shock at the tiny human.

“What do you want, little red? Never heard of the things that go bump in the night?”

“Y-yeah, we’re gonna eat you up after we all get rid of Angelus” you insisted. The girls pulse barely changed and you and Spike looked at each other. Willow wasn’t convinced you both were as bad as you say you were, especially since the truce. The girl was in a fluffy pink jumper, she looked like a marshmallow and her personality appeared to match the ensemble. You and Spike looked at each other, growling at her before deciding to head back before the sun rose.

Back at the mansion, you were sat on Spike’s lap as he wheeled you both into the room. He was still keeping up the pretence that his legs weren’t working. You were sitting sideways on his lap and you looped your arms around his neck, snuggling into his chest as he stopped in the centre of the room.

“I’ve got a surprise for you!” You smiled, “Close your eyes!”

“Love-” he started, but did it anyway, for you. 

“Hold your hand out, palm up” You asked and when he closed his eyes and did it, you grabbed his hand and interlocked your fingers with his with a wide grin. He peeked and looked down at your hand and smiled, moving your entwined hands up to his lips so he could kiss the back of your hand. You giggled and he smiled that smile that was only for you.

“I’ve always liked the way your hand fits in mine, pet” You both got lost in each other’s eyes, a soft smile as your hands held onto each other. He was about to lean in and kiss your forehead when a voice startled you both.

“H-has anybody told you that you’re kinda sweet together?” A small voice interrupted from the corner. You almost jumped, you had forgotten that spike had grabbed the little witch as your tasty snack for later when the Slayer inevitably double-crossed you both. She was tied up in the corner and you had forgotten. Even spike looked a little sheepish that you had been caught being so soft together.

“We’re not sweet!”

“We are evil, nasty creatures of the night!” Spike pointed threateningly at Willow, wheeling himself towards her as you got up from his lap.

“We’re bad! Rotten to our core!” You insisted, Spike had changed into his vamp face to prove your points. She just looked away and moved further into the corner.

“You couldn’t even dream of the horrible things that we’ve done!” You shouted, frowning, your eyes flashing amber, “The terrors that we have inflicted on entire cities!”

“Y-yeah you are evil, you’re j-just sweet to each other” she corrected herself. You and Spike gazed at each other before you were snapped out of it once more.

“Quit playing with your food, the Slayer’s here!” Angelus ordered to you both from another room. You both looked at each other, shrugged and grabbed Willow along too. This was going to be interesting.

[panic-at-the-fiction]

Hello Darling pt6

Summary: (y/n) is the Salvatore younger sister, and she is low-key in love with one of the originals. You know which one. The only problem is he is a low-key psychopath and neither of them remember that this isn’t their first meeting.

Warnings: I ain’t got nothing to warn this time and less you count language.

A/N: I’m so happy I get to write this one Finally! You're all gonna hate me one day. Trust me. Also I want to be clear. When I started writing this Matt was not a dick. I want to say that (y/n) Salvatore would never be friends with modern Matt Donovan. She was friends with normal Matt who was captain of the football team and just wanted to stay away from vamps.

It had been almost a month since you last saw Kol and life had gone on just like it always had. Damon trying to kill the originals, the originals trying to kill Damon, Stefan was in there somewhere, Elena made decisions for other people and then bitched about people not letting her make her own decisions, etc etc.

But things were going better for you now. You Damon and Stefan began an unspoken agreement to eat lunch together every Sunday. Just like your mom used to make you do. It wasn’t always fancy but every week you went over to the bordering house and brought some sort of food with you, usually take out. But it was a nice peace offering between the three of you.

It was another average Sunday morning and you were about to leave to go get yours and your brother lunches. You were shocked when you opened your door to find Damon and Elena in your hallway.

It was an odd sight at the least. You didn’t hate Elena as much as you used to because you knew she was important to your brother. Like you said the lunches were helping you all get along.

“Hey guys I was just about to head on over to the house for lunch.” You locked your door behind you.

“Sorry sis but lunch is canceled for the day. We’re going on a road trip. Care to join us?”

“No offense Damon but I don’t think the three of us being in an enclosed space for long periods of time is a good idea.”

“Even if we’re going to visit your best bud in Denver? Come on don’t tell me you're over Jeremy moving already after all the bitching to us about it.”

You wanted to be mad about the bitching comment but how could you? They're going to see Jeremy. Your closest friend. And Damon actually thought about you. He knew you wanted to see Jeremy and came by to tell you he was going to do just that. He probably needed you for something but you didn’t care.

Despite yourself you walked over and hugged your oldest brother. He seemed taken aback by your affection, but he didn’t push you away.

You went back into your apartment and packed a small bag before walking outside and tossing it in Damon’s car.

The ride lasted a lifetime but no one tried to kill anyone so over it all it went great. You all got to your destination in one piece.

Elena had to ask around but you had finally tracked Jeremy down to the local batting cages.

“You know next time we compel him lets at least make him better at baseball.” Damon huffed out and Elena smacked him lightly on the chest.

You ran over to the batting cage he was practicing in. ��Hey Gilbert!” You shouted at him through the fence. He smiled when he saw you behind him and walked out to greet you guys.

He’s smile dropped when he saw his sister and your brother. He knew you wouldn’t have driven here with them unless something bad had happened. “(Y/n), Elena, Damon. What’s wrong?”

Damon began to tell the whole story. He told him about the sire lines and what happens if an original is killed, he even told him about Rose and how she fit into all of this. You didn’t really care about their mission to talk to Rose so you just stood back and waited for them to finish up.

Jeremy looked over at you and his sister. “So you three all drove in a car together just to get me to talk to a dead vampire? Well I’m sorry guys but I can’t. I could only talk to Anna and Vicky because I knew them. I never met this rose.”

“What good´s you coming back to life if you can’t talk to a ghost when I need you too?”

“Listen here Rose spent a lot of time running from Klaus as well she and Damon were close, so we think maybe we can use him as a connection.”

You started to drown them out as you saw a fissure walking towards you. The sun was in your eyes but you were somehow sure it was Kol. You must have been hallucinating.

You finally snapped back to reality for a second as Jeremy spoke up again. “Can we do this later my friend just got here and yes Damon I do have some of those.” He pushed by Elena, and she turned around to see Jeremy's friend.

She gasped “Damon, it's Kol!”

Just as Damon turned around, Kol swung the bat in his hand and knocked Damon to the ground breaking the bat in half.

Shocked Jeremy yelled at his so-called friend. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Jeremy get back he’s an original!” Elena said, trying to warn her brother.

“No hard feelings mate, but we’re not buds.” Kol just smirked as he picked out a new bat and turned to face you. You were seething with rage. You knew exactly how Kol had gotten here, and he had used you. “You can thank your good friend (y/n) for helping me find you little Gilbert.”

He twirled his new bat in his hands. “You know I’ll never get used to aluminum but hey at least it won't break.” He pulled the bat back preparing to swing again at your brother who was still trying to get up after the first blow.

You quickly picked a piece of the broken bat off the ground and shoved it into Kols chest before he could hit Damon again. “Dick” you said, basically spitting in his face. He collapsed on the ground at your feet and you stepped over his body. Reaching to help Damon on the ground.

“Did you kill him?” Jeremy asked, eyeing the original laying on the ground.

“No, but it will give us a head start.” You said directing the group to the car.

Barely ten minutes down the road Damon started banging his fist on the steering wheel “Dammit I can’t believe that psychopath followed us all the way here.”

“I know I can’t believe he found Jeremy here. After we did all that to send Jeremy away to keep him safe from everything back home. I just don’t see how they could have known where he was.” Elena said not seeming to realize you and Jeremy were in the back seat.

“Wait what do you mean you sent me away? I chose to move to Denver”.

Elena's face dropped now that she realized her mistake in words. You laughed, you had been waiting to tell Jeremy the truth for months. “Oh you see Jeremy, Elena had Damon compel you again so that you would want to move to Denver.” You watched as the two avoided eye contact with Jeremy.

“You compelled me again! After how much I hated it last time and how angry I was at you! You did it again!”

“It was the right thing to do Jeremy we needed to keep you safe.”

“You can’t keep taking away my free will. It wasn’t your decision to make. I can handle myself, Elena. You always think you know best for everyone but don’t!”

The car fell silent again before Jeremy pipped back up. “Kol didn’t follow you guys here. He’s been here for weeks. I met him a month ago.”

Elena turned around to face you as she remembered what Kol had said earlier. “What did he mean by we could thank you for him finding Jeremy (y/n)?” judgement in her voice.

You knew it was your fault for today. You trusted Kol and that was on you. “If you must know Elena I told Kol where Jeremy was. I didn’t realize he would run off and tell his brother about it.”

“What do you mean you told Kol? How could you tell a psychopath where my brother was! Did he compel you or something?”

You pushed your anger down and just rolled your eyes. “Usually Elena when I sleep with a guy and then open up to him about my problems he doesn’t run home and tell his big brother everything I said.”

Damon immediately slammed on the brakes causing you all to jerk forward in your seats. “You slept with the maniac!”

“Who are you to judge Damon? You slept with Rebekah.”

Elena's eyes widened “You slept with Rebekah?”

“That was weeks ago after the Mikaelson ball. That doesn’t count. I didn’t tell her specific information about our plans.”

You were once again boiling with anger. This time not just at Kol for using you but for Elena and Damon. “I can’t do this. I’m walking.” You quickly got out of the car on the side of the road.

Damon followed behind you. “Where do you think you're going?”

“To the diner I saw a mile back.” You called back walking away from him.

“We have to talk to rose!”

“Then call me when you find somewhere to stay and I’ll get a cab.”

Jeremy jumped out of the car and started to walk in the same direction as you. “I’ll go with her and keep an eye out.”

Elena stuck her head out of the window of the car. “Jeremy don’t. Get back in the car.”

He laughed “or what? You’ll have Damon compel me?” You waited for Jeremy to catch up with you and the two of you started to walk in the opposite direction of your annoying siblings.

Defeated Damon and Elena drove off without you two.

You and Jeremy walked in silence until you finally reached the dinner you had passed earlier. You two set down and ate before you even started talking.

“Are we gonna talk about what happened with you and this Kol dude?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. I slept with him, let it slip where you were, and he went after you. What’s done is done.”

“I think he mentioned you to me. When he was pretending to be my friend he talked about a girl from his hometown that he liked but his family didn’t approve, and they were too powerful, so he just thought it would be best if he stayed away and didn’t care.”

“Well he got the not caring part right. He’s not staying away though. He’s probably chasing us as we speak.”

Jeremy laughed “Well I think a part of his psychotic mind actually likes you.”

Your phone started buzzing in your pocket. Damon was calling you.

“And that’s our cue to leave.” He said, pulling out his wallet and asking for the check. Meanwhile you answered Damon’s call and wrote down the address of a hotel, he gave you before calling a taxi to come pick you two up.

Whatever did happen between you and Kol didn’t matter now. Whether he cared or not he betrayed you and you were going to give him hell for it.

Hey guys so just wanna say thank you for like this story so much I’m glad people have actually been seeing it. I’m sorry I’ve been inconsistent with it I’m trying to write more but I just got my heart ripped from my chest and I’m working on that right now so yeah. Hope you like the chapter.

[sockpansy]

Accidents happen

Rudony ( tony x rudolph)

@rudolph-sackville-bagg. I finally posted it

Nights with tony were lively.

Rudolph loved the feel of the warmth his hand had when they flew over the tops of trees and over ponds. He loved seeing him cheer in excitement as he did a loop. He enjoyed the way his voice would change on the calm nights they sat under the moonlight on the rooftop, Tony reading a few books from the castle library. Rudolph loved how being with Tony, in any way, always felt alive.

Nights with Rudolph were adventurous.

Tony would jump in delight when Rudolph offered his hand for a flight from his window at sunset. He loved the way he would tease him reminding him to close his mouth before he caught a bug. He loved holded his hand as they walked beside the river, jumping in and splashing each other until they were soaked. No matter how small it may be, there was always an adventure with Rudolph.

It was no wonder the boys had fallen in love with each other. If only they both knew it.

Tony walked up a small hill on the way back to the castle, Rudolph flying after him. 

" I never knew turtles could bite so hard." Tony laughed as he turned to face Rudolph, walking backwards, 

" I told you it was called a snapping turtle. You're lucky it only got the stick you poked it with and not your finger."  Rudolph only laughed at the recent memory.

" I'm a vampire, I'm sure a small bite wouldn't have caused that much damage." 

" Well i still think vampires need their fingers,"

Tony smiled and shook his head, he started to turn back around to continue the walk up the hill. Rudolph flew over him and appeared in front of him upside down. He went to say something when Tony had turned his head forward to face him.

Tony had been stepping up and forward, not knowing how close he was to the boy until his warm lips met his cold ones.

In all his 300 and 13 years, Rudolph had never felt a moment so long and so short all at once. He faintly thought "warm and soft" before he flew backwards at realizing what happened.

Tony on the other hand, had jumped back almost a second later blushing. He touched his lips with one hand, and even though it was brisk, he could still feel how cold and chapped Rudolph's lips felt against his.

Both boys stared at the other, neither being able to come up with an excuse or reason or even a word.

Tony managed to find one first.

" i didn't know you were so close...that um..wasn't...on purpose." But he really wished it had been. He wanted to kiss him again already.

Rudolph had turned right side up and had the back of his hand to his lips, trying to hold the feeling of the kiss there. He nodded as he observed Tony, looking for any sign he might have been ok with it, but quickly dismissing all the obvious signs as just nervousness or surprise or tony being...Tony.

" Ah yes. I'll be a bit more careful next time." He completely planned to not do that.

The boys stayed there another minute quietly. Rudolph cleared his throat first.

" The sun will be coming up soon. Uh...how about I fly us home?"

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 The flight there was silent, even as they both had the same thing screaming inside their heads.

Rudolph dropped Tony at the front door. Said a quick good day and flew to his window. Tony waved as he left and headed inside to have breakfast with his family.

As Tony zoned out eating cereal, Rudolph was having trouble sleeping. He kept touching his lips and imagining what it would feel like to feel them again. If he even could feel them again. 

After agonizing over it for far to long into the day, he gave into the only thing he knew to do. 

He went to Anna and Gregory for advice.

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" it is 11 am in the morning. The sun is glaring down outside those curtains...and you wake me up. Drag me all the way out of my room..for this. " Gregory crossed his arms as he stared at his little brother. He brushed lips for half a second and now he can't even face a mere mortal?

Anna, on the other hand? She was also upset at being woken up but she was not happy about what happened either. 

" It's not fair that you got to kiss Tony first!" 

" that is not the problem here! I don't even know what to do and it wasn't a kiss on purpose!" 

Anna huffed crossing her arms " well if it had been me i wouldn't have let it end so quickly." 

Rudolph held his head in his hands " why did i think going to you two would be any good advice." 

Gregory yawned " let's hurry up so I can get back to sleep. I had been having a nice little daydream before you rudely interrupted." 

Rudolph let himself float as he tried to think " I mean..it..it wasn't even on purpose..we just gotta little close is all...but i don't even know how to face him!" 

Anna chimed in" upside down apparently," Gregory nudged her and she let out a puff of air, then floated up to Rudolph. 

" this is really bothering you that much?" Rudolph nods

" yes anna...i don't quite know what to do...and i don't want to avoid him...and i want to kiss him again but i'm not even sure he would be ok with that. Let alone like to be romantic." 

Anna tapped her foot in the air, making no sound, but she sighed defeated.

" if he says no, then i get him. No take backs!" 

Rudolph turned to face her better, " what do you mean?"

" I mean tonight when he wakes up, ask him to go flying, and talk about the kiss. Ask to do it again. But if he says no or if you don't do it. He is mine." Rudolph didn't quite know what to say to that,or where to start either. Luckily- or unluckily- she went past him and into the hall, heading to her room.

Gregory yawned " she has a point rudolph. You won't know until you ask him. I'm sure it will all turn out fine." And he followed Anna out so he coule grt bsck to sleep. This wasn't his problem. This left Rudolph to deal with the advice he did not want and a deal he didn't agree to or ask for. 

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Waiting for Tony to wake up was misery. To keep Tony from sleeping all day. His parents set his bedtime from 4pm to 11 pm and he could stay up the rest of the night and day. Sadly this also meant a few hours of the night were spent without Tony, and tonight those hours ticked by like years.

Finally. At 11pm on the dot. Rudolph flew into Tony's room from the open window. 

Tony hadn't been able to get much sleep himself, and had gotten the same advice from his parents as Rudolph had from his siblings. But in a much less challenging way, although that didn't make it any easier. 

He sat up when Rudolph came in and yawned. 

" goodnight Rudy." He waved a bit nervously. Rudolph took a quick breath and did his best to act as normal as vampirely possible as he held out his hand.

" ready for your wakeup call?"

 Tony couldn't help the grin that spread over his face as he took Rudolph's hand and they flew into the night.

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It wasn't long before the two were sat on top of the tower rudolph had left Tony on once before, neither filling the open with words quite yet. 

" hey about yesterday-" 

" about the kiss-" 

They said at the same time. Then Quickly went quiet, waiting for the other to finish. Stars. They are so awkward.

Rudolph remembered anna' s decree over Tony, even if tony wasn't a prize to be won ( unless rudolph won, that doesn't count), he didn't like the idea of her stealing him away. 

" Tony, i apologize if this comes out...rash." He started. He kept talking, hoping that if he didn't stop he wouldn't back out," but yesterday, I admit I didn't plan to be so close for that to happen. That is to say i didn't plan it but i- i may have - perhaps it was-" he stumbled over his words.

Tony took over quickly,``I haven't kissed someone before!" 

Rudolph fell quiet " huh?"

The mortal continued, rubbing the back of his head as he did to get some nerves out,``I um..mean that..since i havent kissed anyone before that would have been my first kiss. But um..i was..wanting a proper kiss. " 

Rudolph felt his heart sink, he didn't mean to accidentally take his first kiss! 

" I apologize Tony, I didn't mean to take that from you." 

Tony was wearing the same red his hoodie had on his face by this point, " i'm not saying that it was..bad..i..am saying." He took a small breath and took one of rudolph's hands.

" kiss me again?"

Rudolph stared at Tony for a bit. Unsure what to say or even do. Did this mean that Tony liked him? Or did he just want a proper kiss and it happened to be Rudolph who kissed him on accident, so he was asking him to do it proper this time?

Tony bit his lip and looked away quickly 

" im sorry, that was...a selfish request...i was um..just hoping maybe you...wanted to kiss me too." 

Rudolph had to say something. Anything. Something at all!

"Your lips are very warm." 

Not that!

" -and i'd like to kiss you again!" 

That's better!

Tony blushed as he faced him and nodded, holding one hand and putting the other gently behind his neck. Tony pulled Rudolph into a soft kiss.

Rudolph had been right. Tony's kiss was very soft and warm. He could stay like this for hours if he would let him. 

Rudolph put his free hand on Tony' s cheek. Pulling him closer, and he swears he could taste strawberries on him.

It only lasted a few seconds, before both boys pulled back from the kiss, still holding onto each other. Tony laughed a little bit.

" so um..does this mean you like me?" 

Rudolph looked offended, " you mean i can kiss you and you think I would only just like you? Tony, I love you." 

Ok, Rudolph did not plan to say that tonight.

Tony did not expect to hear that tonight either.

 

But Tony just kissed him again quickly, and mumbled against his lips the same words he just heard. 

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When Anna heard the news in the morning, she was sure to remind Rudolph she would grab Tony if he let him go, and Gregory just gave him a pat on the back as a congratulations, but no one was surprised they had gotten together. Just glad they finally did. 

[adabofblessings]

Au where the kids, June and Fowler aren't exactly human, but since they are like only friendly humans the autobots see daily and the "humans" are trying to keep their own identities hidden no one notices. (Raf is centuries old vampire, Miko is a demon hunter with demonic blood, Jack and June are werewolves and Fowler is a shape shifting alien)

Okay, yes, i love this type of idea but I would definitely use different mythical creatures in each of the character's to match their personalities!

I searched some mythicals from each of the children's culture and region from them and Here's my idea:

Miko

I would think she would be a Kitsune. They're foxes with one or more tails the older and wiser they get. they have the ability to change into human from as well. They tend to be loyal, faithful and can be a friend, but rather mischievous. Definitely think that Miko is loyal and mischievous. Think about it: her loyalty stayed with Bulkhead when he was in rehabilitation. And lets not forget that she runs her little legs towards that groundbridge whenever she gets the chance at it.

Appearance wise when she is in fox form is sleek black a hint of streak of silver trailing from her tail and fades into a light gray at the tips of her tail (not very accurate with the folklore but why not?) Her human from takes after her character in TFP. She still has the spunky personality everyone knows.

One thing I wanna headcannon in all three the children is that they are older than they look like. Lets say that Miko is about 163 years old. Shes still a 'baby' in her mythical origin, but she surpassed the 100 mark, so shes able to get more tails after turning hundred. She now has two tails and they're the most gorgeous tails.

Though she is young, she has more knowledge than adult humans. But she gets bored easily so she just hangs around school most of the time, even though she rarely does the homework. Both her and Jack known each other for quite some time, only because they are both active at night before they met the elusive vampire, Raf.

She fly, which is a natural joy for her cause she likes going fast. However, her biggest flaw is not forming into her human form correctly. She often has to hide her tail or ears if they don't disappear when transforming into a human. She tries go stay hidden but some people had caught her transforming.

Not normal and it clearly shows. Is frequently made fun of by humans for being weird. If only they knew....

Jack

Jack and his mother are the typical werewolves. They are highly close and often roam the nights most of the time. Though, werewolves they are not your average kind of werewolves. They could transform into regular old wolves anytime, but rather than being vicious, they are guardians of those who are lost souls.

Basically, June was the guardian before her son will take her place. They are not immortal but they live much more than an average human lifespan. Probably 3 thousand years of age before they die.

Jack the deadly silent person who prefers the natural quietness. Due to his wolf nature, his and his mom's eyes are strikingly blue and their fur coats are as black as coals, often a advantage during the night, just as his hair. He's very mysterious and very, very few people know his secret and that's only his mom, Agent Fowler and his friends, raf and Miko, since they're mythical beings as well. Hes also a baby and is only a few years older than Miko. 165 perhaps.

He has fast regeneration healing, speed like the wind, super strength and a super intellectual with damn good eyesight.

But one thing he always has trouble is eating. Normal people can basically eat anything human goods, but his diet consists of mostly raw meat products. He can't have chocolate so hes limited to his choices due to his diet.

Tries to act normal but just gives off spoopy and mysterious vibes.

However, hes very relaxed when around Miko and Raf.

Raf

Rafael would definitely be a vampire. He's quiet, secluding and genuinely a very odd person. He has a pale-like skin and the deepest red-cognac eyes with a light shade of black under his eyes, as if he never sleeps. Honestly, it just looks like he hasn't slept in years.

He doesn't smile with a toothy grin due to his fangs unless hes around Miko or Jack. He wears proactive clothing from the sun and tries his best to act normal...even though everyone sees him as a dark-fiery red head who looks kinda emo. As most vampires they live for a long time! Even though he is centuries years old, hes the youngest of the pack in Vampire lifespan. An infant most likely XD.

Very, very intelligent and can transform into a bat if he chooses too. However, his eyesight is poor due to an attack from someone finding out his identity, so he now has to wear glasses and be very cautious as to who sees him in his true nature.

He can’t eat anything but suck blood and it becomes a very concerning for the teachers upon seeing him eat nothing at lunch. The good news is that he can drink goat’s blood, the bad news is that he looks demonic when it comes to sucking the life out of a poor goat. He hates himself of how he has to live like this, but life is life and he wishes it so bad he can be  a normal kid. 

He’s very blessed to have friends like Miko and Jack who encourage him and make him feel better about himself. They share each other flaws and try to solve their problems, as well as dreaming to be normal teenagers.

All three of them wishes to have a sense of normalcy in their mythical lives, but they were lucky they met and had things in common. Soon enough, another group of unique creatures came upon earth and they start to realize that...maybe they’re not alone after all. Unfortunately, they are still too afraid to reveal their true identities to these strangers, so they stay low and act like normal people, which is very easy because the Autobots have no clue on how organics act.

With them, they feel like normal people. Not because they were different like them, but because the Autobots understood what its like to be different. They shard something common, even if the Autobots don’t know  Miko, Jack or Raf’s true selves. 

But I mean...eventually The Autobots  will find out.