If Nik were a vampire, he’d do everything in his power to try and persuade John to join him in being immortal, so that they could roam around the plains of the earth for eternity and never leave each other’s side.
John is too stubborn and hardheaded to give up anything that is his God-given right, much less the way out of suffering. As many times as Nik begs, he’ll remain unwilling to let go of his right to death.
…
If John were a vampire, he’d be cold, distant, not wanting anyone to get to close because he knows that in a moment he could lose them forever. He doesn’t like the thought of turning people because, as stated, he won’t let anyone give up their right to dying, whether that be naturally or.. foul play.
Nik can’t imagine a universe where John doesn’t exist, can’t comprehend the concept like the brain can’t comprehend darkness. He tries(and fails) to make John turn him so that they’ll always be together, but no matter how much he begs, screams, cries, yells, fights, John doesn’t give in, and Nik is lost.
Evelyn Evelyn with Bruce and Dick (platonically of course)👀
oh my sweet jesus fuck this is the most perfect mfing song i have ever heard in my LIFE for these two nubnuts omfg how can i ever make this a worthy fic...
Evelyn, Evelyn
"Dick, why are you running away?!?!" Bruce stood in the kitchen, staring at the half empty fridge.
"Bruce, what is left for me if I bothered to stay?!?!" Dick's hand glided through his closet, eyes wandering as he debated the contents.
"Everything's just come together at last." Tim wandered down the stairs, smiling when he spotted Bruce. He waved, silent and cheerful, leaning against his side for a quick hug before scampering away again. Bruce debated the contents of the fridge again. Alfred had made crab-stuffed mushrooms in hopes of enticing him home. But he hadn't come home. Would he be angry if he ate them? Bruce reached for one anyway. He'd be angry no matter what.
"You're broken, I don't want to be here anymore." The picture on the dresser mocked Dick's every step, watching him with still, laughing faces as he wound his tie around his neck, almost suffocating. The tie didn't match the suit. The shirt didn't match his jacket. Was he even doing it correctly? He would know what to do. Dick's fingers hovered over the small rectangular device on his drawer. Their last text exchange flashed up at him, mocking with his disapproval. "We did that yesterday."
"Why do I bother to stay..." If he just left things would be easier. There would be no more pain, there would be no more anger. He couldn't get mad if there was no one to get mad at. It would be better for them all, honestly.
"Why are you running away." The drive to the Manor was short and uneventful. Dick almost wished for something to happen, so that he'd have an excuse not to go.
"Don't you feel like severing?" If Bruce finally let him go, maybe things would get better. Maybe he wouldn't be so mad anymore. He should have left a long time ago, not just when he'd finally turned eighteen. He should've left Bruce before he'd had the ability to drown him in everything that was bad. He knocked back the whiskey in one smooth motion, letting it burn soothingly down his throat.
"Everything's just come together at last." Dick's car screeched to a stop, hand on the dash as he took the last long sip of his coffee. Tim came running out the front door, him right behind, both beaming. Dick laughed as he was knocked off his feet by Tim's tackle hug, ruffling his hair with a smile. He offered a hug to, smiling fondly, and Dick leaned into it with a soft smile of his own.
"Watched you sleep next to me." Dick had always been such a peaceful sleeper. Content and curled up, safe and at peace in his sleep, nestled against Bruce's side like he didn't have a care in the world. Like he was safe and didn't want to be anywhere else.
"At your side, I feel like a ghost." Bruce had always been such a myth, larger than man. He'd been big and foreboding, strong and agile, flexible and yet firm, placed between Dick and anyone who dared to come near, like that was his place, always protecting, always shielding. Like Dick needed protection and wasn't strong enough on his own.
"You have to be sure she's after more than my money." Bruce led the way into the dining room, Tim blathering on from where he stood underneath his arm, grinning. They each took a seat, carefully placing Tim in between them, the younger boy oblivious.
"What if someone truly does just love me, for me?? What then, Bruce? Do you lose all value to me?" Dick reached for the spoon, then drew back quickly as he reached for it as well. If Tim noticed the pause he didn't mention it, snagging the spoon for himself as he scooped mounds of food onto his own plate. He was eating better now. Good.
"I wanted to be famous." Tim kept the focus on him, smiling and laughing and maintaining the conversation. Bruce smiled at all the right times, chuckled along. But his eyes kept straying to him. Remembering the last time they'd spoken. The last miserable words they'd screamed.
"We grew up closer than most." Dick forced himself to laugh, picking listlessly at the food on his plate. It wasn't his fault, not really. He'd tried to do the right thing. It just... hadn't worked out.
"I'm trying to do what's best for you!" They moved into the game room, this time Tim leading the way, as he gushed about the recent movie Bruce had let him watch, and how Dick just had to see it too.
"I never asked for this! I never wanted this!" Dick wrapped his arm around his little brother, settling down comfortably on the couch with him. He chose the sofa, sitting apart, eyes fixed intensely on the screen. Dick leaned back.
"Looking in your eyes I'm coming home." He'd reached for him, tried to cup his cheek. Tried to connect. Bruce opened his eyes, shaking off the memory. He hadn't planned on falling asleep. Tim was snoring, the TV still flashing.
"Please get away from me, please just stop touching me, you're always trying to be someone else!" He'd pushed away, smacking his hand out of his face, had stormed to the door. Dick cracked his neck, forcing his concentration back to the movie. Tim was already asleep.
"I'm not alone." Bruce had tried to reach out, to soothe the ragged edges. Tried to comfort in the only way he knew how to. By doing what he'd wanted. But it hadn't been enough.
"You're scared of me." Of course it hadn't been enough. He'd just said what Dick wanted to hear. It wasn't the truth. He still believed it.
"You said you hated me." Why wouldn't he believe it? He'd said it. Too many times to count. Bruce rubbed a hand over his forehead. The argument pounded in his head, as fresh as though they'd had it only yesterday, instead of years ago.
"Why won't you let me free?"
"You'd never dare to be!"
YOU NEVER LISTEN YOU'RE ALWAYS INSISTING!
"I'm just reminiscing."
"Just stop reminiscing!"
"I just want my privacy."
"I just want you here with me."
Won't you just leave me alone?!? Can't we just get along?!?
Bruce stood, shutting off the TV with a quiet click. Tim was still snoring, head leant against Dick's shoulder, mouth open. Dick didn't move as Bruce scooped the younger boy into his arms carefully, walking up the stairs slowly so as not to wake him, setting him down onto his bed and tucking him in. To his surprise, Dick was still waiting by the door when he came back down, fiddling with his tie.
"It's the wrong color, isn't it?" His eldest asked, voice carefully cool and light. Bruce swallowed.
"No," He assured him, smiling lightly. "It suits you." Dick gave him a look that said he didn't believe him, but dropped the tie back against his shirt regardless.
They stood there, hovering, in awkward silence, waiting for the other to make their move.
"Bruce,"
"Dick..."
They shared a smile, chuckling.
"I'm sorry." He ventured.
"I shouldn't have said it." He agreed.
They smiled.
"I love you." They whispered.
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Heyyyyyyo! This was... well. I'm not gonna say I'm happy with the results, because with this sort of song I don't think I'd ever be happy with what I came up with. However, I don't think it's bad? Idk. I hope you liked it. If you want to see how I sort of kind of mapped it all out you can read under the cut otherwise just like... idk enjoy :)
Bruce: Dick, Why are you running away -eighteen years old and he's fleeing
Dick: Bruce, why do I bother to stay. -im not robin anymore what use is there.
Bruce: everything's just come together at last- but i have tim now, im better now.
Dick: youre broken i dont want to play anymore- you got better with tim i remember when you were better with me what happened to us
Bed sharing. Clothes stealing. Talked about everything. So codependent- what should i wear tonight, what would Bruce say? what should I eat today, have I eaten today, would dick be upset with me for not eating? for eating his favorite?
Can we go ice skating? wants to hang out with him. "we did that yesterday." doesnt want to
why do i bother to stay. dick- why are you running away
dont you feel like severing- why are you still here im drowning you
everythings just come together at last- we're finally getting along
both drinking at the same time in different places
At your side i feel like a ghost- dick is in batmans shadow
bruce- remembers when he'd slept in his bed, watching him sleep so peaceful so happy so safe and content in bruces presence
always needing to show dates to the father for approval- he could be after your money dick and not you!
"I wanted to be famous."- before he'd learned what fame was, before Bruce had taken him in and he became it.
We grew up closer than most. only twelve year age gap.
Bruce: im trying to do whats best for us
Dick: i never asked for this! i never needed this! all i want is some time to myself
Bruce: looking in your eyes im coming home
Dick: pls get away from me please just stop touching me youre always trying to be someone else! My father or my mentor. chose.
Bruce: im not alone
Dick: youre scared of me. Of love.
Bruce: you said you hated me
Dick: why dont you let me free
Bruce: cause you'd never dare to be
YOU NEVER LISTEN YOU'RE ALWAYS INSISTING
Bruce: im reminiscing
Dick: STOP reminiscing im not your little boy anymore
Dick: i just want my privacy
Bruce: i just want you here with me...
Bruce: cant we just get along
Dick: wont you just leave me alone.
Anyway! Thanks for the ask this was fun and its such a good song for them, hope you like what I did with it :)
Today was a special day for Angel. He was meeting up with a friend from highschool, and he saw it as an opportunity to potentially get back in contact with his family.
He was going to ask them if they were still in contact with Huxley, and possibly get his number to try and talk to him. He was so excited that he was practically jumping up and down. He had little doubt that Huxley would turn him away, but if he did, Angel would understand.
Angel didn’t think that would happen though.
The excitement Angel felt transferred to David as he sat on the edge of the bed while Angel found an outfit to wear.
He was giving his mate advice for each part of his outfit. The parts he thought would match and the ones he thought wouldn’t match. It was something the both of them enjoyed doing together while the one of them was choosing an outfit.
Angel however, seems to take pleasure in making mitch match outfits for David, making him choose his own outfits in the end.
“Should I wear the blue tie or the pink one?” He said turning around holding out two ties. The blue tie had a tuxedo sam pattern, and the pink one had My melody. David wouldn’t have known anything about either characters if it wasn’t for Angels large collection of Sanrio merch and his extensive knowledge on each character.
“The blue one fits the rest of your outfit more.” David observed. “The pink one would just look out of place considering you aren’t wearing anything pink.” Which was true, all he was wearing was blue, white and denim.
“That’s a good point, I’ll go with the blue one then”
While Angel was putting the tie on, David got up from the edge of the bed to grab his mates shoes out of their shared closet. That was the last thing his outfit needed and David wanted to be the one to choose the final part of his outfit in full. He pulled out a pair of light blue moon boots to go with the theme of his mates light blue outfit.
“My love, can you help me with this tie?” Angel asked, holding the tie out for David to grab.
David places his mate's shoes down and walks over to Angel to help with his tie. “I’ve taught you how to tie this before, Angel. I’m starting to think you are doing this because you like watching me do it for you.”
Angel gasped dramatically, putting a hand to his chest and looking away from David. “How could you accuse me of such things! I simply forget how to tie a tie every time I need to.”
“Oh well forgive me for assuming you have the memory of a goldfish.”
“Is that how you feel David?” Angel remarked with a smirk. “I may have the memory of a goldfish but you, my loving davey.” He paused dramatically.
“Have the ass of a planet”
“Really? That has nothing to do with what I just said.”
“But it’s true.”
David snorted, “Be quiet you snot.”
Angel giggled, thanking David for tying his tie before giving him a kiss and grabbing the shoes David had put down in the closet.
“These are the shoes you want me to wear?” He asked, holding them up.
“Yea, they look best with the rest of your outfit, and I know if you picked, you would give me the option of two pairs of shoes that didn’t match your outfit in the slightest.”
“You know me so well, thank you love.”
Kissing his cheek and putting his shoes on, Angel and David continued talking for another 5 minutes before Angel announced that he had to go.
David gave Angel a kiss on the lips before wishing him good luck.
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Everything went how Angel wanted it to. He caught up with an old friend, gossiped about people they both knew in high school.
And lastly, they got Huxleys number, the thing they wanted most from this meetup, and his friend knew that.
“That’s great news Angel. I’m sure he will be excited to hear from you again.”
“Thank you Davey, I..really needed to hear that. I’ve had a slight doubt that he would want to hear from me, considering the circumstances I left in.”
David stroked Angels hair. “I promise you, from what you’ve been saying about him, he will be delighted to hear from you again.”
“Thank you Davey, so much.”
He was elated that they were still in contact with Huxley. The only downside to having his number now is trying to convince him that he was his brother and have him agree to meeting up at a park or somewhere in nature.
He knew Huxley loved nature, as did he, and he wanted the environment to be somewhere Huxley would be peaceful at.
He decided that he would text Huxley in the morning, and since it was a Saturday they could probably meet up that same day.
That Saturday morning, Angel and David got into their usual routine.
David made the both of them breakfast before they both sat on the couch to watch the morning's news.
“Do you think it’s the right time to do this Davey?”
“You said yourself he gets up early to go on morning runs, I don’t think it’s too early to text him Angel.”
“I’ll be back”
And with a kiss on the cheek, Angel left to go to his and David’s shared office. He sat at his desk and pulled out his phone.
He clicked on Huxleys contact before hitting the message button.
“Hey Hux, this is Angel! I know I haven’t seen or talked to u in a while…and by a while I mean years. I hope you are doing well and are happy. I’m not even sure if u want to hear from me, so feel free to tell me to leave u alone if u don’t want anything to do with me. But I rlly want to see u again. I know that I hurt u by leaving when we were 18 and I want to say I’m sorry for doing what I did. I’m no longer w/ Michael, i’m with a new man and he is the best thing that has ever happened to me in a romantic relationship since my last 2. If u ever have the time today, please respond even if its to tell me u want nothing to do with me. I hope that I can see u again. I’m living in dhalia too, and I have been since I left with Michael, and I heard that u live here too. -<3 Angel”
When he hit send, he stared at his phone screen.
He didn’t expect a response so fast.
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“Thanks for coming on this run with me dames.”
“You don’t have to thank me, Hux. You know I always go with you, unless I have things to do.”
Huxley snorted, “I like to thank you anyways.”
Damien walked to the fridge in the kitchen to grab a few water bottles. The ones they had been drinking when they were on the run were nearly empty by the time they got back home. Huxley was going to sit on one of the kitchen stools before his phone buzzed in his pocket.
He pulled his phone out to check his notifications. It was a message from an Unknown number.
He wouldn’t normally open random messages, knowing scammers could use messages as a way to get into his phone, but this message was different. The only reason he opened it was because of the first few words of the message.
It was from his brother.
He opened the text fast and read through it. He hadn’t expected to hear from his brother at all since they left, but to see this message made him feel like he was in a dream.
Damien had grabbed the bottles of water and saw Huxley staring at his phone in disbelief.
“You okay Hux?” Damien asked, placing the water bottles on the island in the kitchen.
“Yeah, yeah I’m okay just…I need to make a phone call”
And with that Huxley left the kitchen to go to his and Damiens room. Damien stared in huxley's direction in confusion, but didn’t follow after him, instead opting to open one of the water bottles and settling in the living room to watch the morning news.
Huxley walked into his bedroom.
He hit the call button for the number that had texted him. He hoped that this wasn’t some kind of dumb prank. He hadn’t seen or heard from his brother in years, so to get a text from him after so long had him near tears.
As his phone kept ringing, he thought the person on the other side of the call wouldn’t pick up. He sat there for what felt like hours before a voice hit his ear.
OH MY!!! i loved your zuko + s/o hc so, i saw that your requests are open & i came by to ask some more of him, please skskskd how will it be if, at first, she didn't know how to fight but, with time, she started to train herself and become a great fighter buut she put herself on danger in one of the fights (she actually gets injured), how would zuko react? i need some angst, please. hope you can do them & that you're having a great day!!!
Well a little late but here we are!
Zuko when his s/o gets injured
So, he would support your training and learning how to defend yourself, but honestly
He didn't think about the fact that you would actually need to use this knowledge. Like, he would love the fact that you're not helpless and he doesn't have to worry over you all the time (he would totally do that anyway, but that's another topic), but he would try his best to avoid the possibility of you getting into a fight.
If you choose to let him train you, he would be a very strict and prudent master, much like he was with Aang.
And when it comes to that anyway, he is a wreck. You wouldn't see it at first, but he is so worried. It doesn't matter how many times you fight beside him before, he would always keep an eye on you, making sure you doing okay.
But this fight was different. He wanted to protect you, but the enemy outnumbered you. It was not THAT serious, he knew you two could beat them eventually, but it was not an easy one for sure.
He heard you scream, and he immediately turned his gaze to you, but you seemed alright, still fighting. So for a short time, he only focused on the enemies, and he managed to make them flee at least.
In a minute, he was by your side. You managed to smile at him, but that quickly faded as you felt a sharp pain in your left side. Zuko was horrified, and he instantly blamed himself.
It was him who got distracted, he should have protected you, and even reconsider how you two got into a fight in the first place - he should have been able to find a way to avoid it, but he was too careless and he did a big mistake because of that.
And then he felt a growing fire inside him. He wanted to go after them so badly. To teach them a lesson that no one should hurt his s/o without consequences.
But you were wounded and you needed him, and he would never leave you like that, especially not in this state.
He took you somewhere safe and did everything he could. If Katara was nearby, he would beg her to heal you. And if that's not an option, he would try his best to recall what would his uncle do in this situation.
So, eventually, you got better, but he would still feel so much self hate for a long time.
alfonse + having a crush on the summoner who likes hríd
anon asked: “Imagine alfonse and summoner getting super close. Thick as thieves close to the point where alfonse has an obvious crush on summoner. But summoner falls head over heels for the beautiful ice prince hrid. God imagine how sad alfonse would be that the summoner loved this prince from another land”
a/n: IF HRID AINT THE NEW LEGENDARY HERO IM FIGHTING INTSYS MYSELF!!!
ALSO: the summoner has two hand they can date both alfonse AND hrid at the same time but i love angst as much as y’all oop -- mod touko
you and alfonse clicked. from the first moment the two of your met, it was obvious that there was a bond between you that was different from the bond you two shared with others. it was like you were two sides of the same coin.
alfonse loved you. he did from the moment he saw you, but he didn’t realize it until almost a year of you being in askr. everyone else could see it on his face (especially sharena and anna, who never stop teasing him about it). eventually, even he (as oblivious as he is) recognizes his feelings for you as being romantic.
+ he gets so nervous when you’re around from then on. poor boy gets so flustered when he sees you because he loves you so much.
when you meet hríd in the middle of battle, it’s like love at first sight. you can barely focus on tactics because you’re so distracted by his very presence.
+ alfonse takes notice, thinking that maybe you just are starstruck by another member of royalty (like you were at first with him and sharena). at least, that’s what he tells himself.
“hey al, can i ask you something?” you say quietly, the two of you sitting around a table, trying to figure out who in the order of heroes was the traitor. you had always suspected ylgr, but alfonse isn’t quite sure. he wants to trust your instincts, but...
“anything!” he answers a little too quickly. he feels his heart pound in his chest as you smile lazily at him, an air of nervousness between the two of you.
“well... what do you think about hríd?” you ask, “do you think there’s any chance he’s the traitor?” alfonse mulls it over, before answering:
“i mean... we can’t 100% rule anyone out, but i don’t have any reason not to trust him. why do you ask?” the tension in the room grows, the silence so prominent that he can hear his own heartbeat. deep breaths, alfonse, he thinks.
“i don’t know i guess i...” you bite your lip. alfonse was your best friend, you could tell him anything, you remind yourself, before speaking once more: “i think i like him.”
his heart drops.
“i would hope so, he is our ally--” he responds quickly, stumbling over his words as he does so.
“no, not like that... like i have feelings for him.” you feel your cheeks heat up as you cast your gaze back to alfonse. “but i don’t know, do you think he’d like me back? he is royalty after all... and i’m just... me, ya know?” alfonse is quiet, his stomach dropping as suddenly he feels like he’s in a dream.
the one person he’s ever felt this way about and now their confessing their love for another man to him? it just seemed cruel.
he has the urge to be nasty, to take back his words earlier and to say that there’s a large chance hríd is the one that’s going to betray you all, but then he looks in your eyes and is rendered speechless: you’re looking at him with eyes full of trust, and he realizes that he could never be rude to you. he swallows the lump in his throat.
“anyone would be lucky to have you.” he states simply, forcing a smile.
“aw, c’mon al you’re only saying that because you have to.” you tease, propping chin up on your hand. “you can be honest with me.”
if i was really honest with you it would just end up with the both of us hurt, he thinks. but he’s seen prince hríd, not only is he more attractive, but he’s also stronger, braver, more determined. if alfonse were like that then maybe he would’ve confessed by now but he’s not. you deserve the best, and the best just wasn’t him.
“i am... and i think i heard him talking about you to fjorm the other day...” he adds, and your whole face lights up. “i could put in a good word for you when we move out tomorrow, if you’d like?” you want to jump across the table and hug him, but instead, you stand up, extending your arm to the prince.
“what did i do to deserve you, al?” you chuckle, and he takes your arm, pulling him up out of his seat. he looks down at you, realizing just how close the two of you are and wanting to take a step back, but your hand in his holds him in place. he feels dizzy as your thumb runs across the back of his hand, but then you let him go, and he wants nothing more than to grab your hand back, but he can’t. “you’re too good for me, really... but i think it’s time we sleep, we have a long day tomorrow!” he nods, the two of your saying your goodbyes, before heading off to your separate rooms.
he heard footsteps rushing behind him, those erratic yet familiar footsteps he knows belongs to one person. he turns around to see you, hood fallen from your head, and breathing heavily. before he can say anything you stand on your tip-toes and kiss him on the cheek quickly.
“i forgot to tell you thanks for everything!” alfonse is stupefied, standing there gaping with a hand over his cheek. “you mean a lot to me and i’m glad you’re my best friend... alright i’m going to sleep now! see you tomorrow!” and without him saying a word, you dash back down the hallway to your room.
